#Give me my sunglasses! I'm taking everyone shopping!

[eternalxvenus]

༻ room for one more? ༺

summary: after many failed dates, you begin to give up on the dating scene until Sarah and John B give you an interesting proposal.

cw: smut 18+, sarah x f!reader x john b, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, praise, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, baby), brief drug use, lmk if i missed any!

wc: 3.6k

notes: thank you to the lovely @juniebugg for giving me this amazing idea, i loved writing it and hope i did it justice 🙏🏽

☆ obx masterlist ☆

The sun was setting but the day was still hot, a soft wind tickling your skin. You were lying on your towel, opting to enjoy the last few rays of the sun with Kie. JJ, Pope, John B, Cleo, and Sarah were all in the water swimming and playing around. You all had a rough week for different reasons and so JJ called for a mandatory beach day.

As you dozed in and out, listening to the sound of the waves, Kie nudged your side softly. "So... how is the whole dating thing coming along?"

Even though she was genuinely curious, you couldn't help the sting of embarrassment as you tried not to groan. "Not so great. I have a date with Kelce tomorrow, but I'm not over the moon excited." You turned to look at Kie through your sunglasses with a tight smile. "If this one doesn't work out, I'm giving up."

Her nose scrunched up in mild disapproval. "Kelce? I didn't think you'd go for someone in that circle.

Truth be told, you usually wouldn't. Even though the whole Kooks vs Pogues thing isn't as relevant anymore, some Kooks were still stuck in their old ways. "Me either. He came up to me and started a conversation at the boneyard a couple nights ago and asked for my number. Now we suddenly have a date at the country club," you sighed with a shrug.

"Even if it doesn't go well, don't stress it. You don't have to push a relationship anytime soon– you're still young."

You sat up and turned onto your back, deciding to take a nap while you could. "Easy for you to say. You have JJ, Cleo has Pope, and Sarah has John B. I'm the odd one out." Kie gave you a solemn smile but didn't say anything else, which you were thankful for.

A few hours later, everyone was out of the water, and the wind picked up leaving goosebumps on their wet skin. While everyone was drying off, Kie woke you up and said it was time to go.

You asked John B to take you home because you had plans tomorrow. As everyone laughed and joked around with one another, you couldn't bring yourself to be in a cheerful mood knowing they each had their special person within the group.

Once you were home, you immediately took a warm shower to try and let the warm water relax you. It did somewhat, but it didn't stop your brain from overthinking. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning in bed, one melatonin later, you finally were able to fall asleep and stay asleep.

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The room was unbearably hot when you woke up. You flung the covers off you as you wiped the light sheen of sweat from your forehead. You'd left the window open, and your AC wasn't on. With an irritated groan, you got up and closed the window. Wanting to cool down your room as quick as possible, you turned the AC on as low as it could go.

You checked your phone and saw a few missed messages.

Kie: have fun on your date, lmk how it goes!

Sarah: if you aren't busy later come swing by the chateau :)

Kelce: morning, i'll be there at 1 to pick you up for lunch. can't wait to see you.

You sent in your replies and got ready for your date with Kelce. Light makeup and a cute but simple white dress. As you grabbed it from your closet, you saw the red dress you shoved in the back with the price tag still attached. You'd bought it impulsively while shopping with the girls one day but had never worn it. 

It was a mid-thigh deep cherry red with a slit and showed off your cleavage perfectly—according to Sarah, at least. It had never seen the outside of your closet, no matter how many times your friends tried to make you wear it. You never felt like you could truly pull it off.

There were five minutes to spare when you'd finally finished up. As you were spraying your perfume a text from Kelce came in letting you know he was outside. You grabbed your purse and met him outside, where he sat in his car.

A small sigh left your lips. He didn't bother to meet you at the door. Perhaps he wasn't the gentleman type. You got into his expensive car, the leather seat cool from the AC blasting on high.

"Ready to go?" He asked, giving you a once over. You nodded softly and gave him a small smile. Neither of you spoke much the entire ride there. You sat on your phone checking social media, playing games, anything to pass the time.

Kelce parked in front of the country club and beckoned you to follow him. He led you to the outdoor patio that connected to a restaurant. After a waiter sat you both and you ordered drinks, Kelce started the conversation.

"So, is this your first time at the country club?."

"Uh... yeah, it is."

"What do you think of it?" he said, taking a sip of the drink that had been placed in front of him.

You shrugged, "It's nice, I can see why people come here." There was a beat of silence and you knew this date wasn't going to be the best.

"Honestly, I'm surprised we're here right now. I never thought I'd be taking a pogue on a date at the country club. But you're really hot, so I've got no complaints."

His statement made you internally roll your eyes. "Right..."

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You were back home, feet aching slightly from your shoes, and the heat was making you feel groggy and gross. The date was not good. All Kelce could talk about was himself, the kook life, and how he wanted to bring you to a party at Topper's next week. You declined. He also made slick remarks about you being a pogue which pissed you off.

You: hey sarah, i'll be over in a bit.

She sent a thumbs to your message. You got in your car and made your way to the chateau. When you pulled up, you saw John B out by the deck. 

Inside you could see Sarah walking around so you went in to greet her.

"Hey, I'm here," you said knocking on the door as you walked inside. 

"Hey! Glad you could make it." She sat the plates she was holding into the cabinet and motioned for you to sit. She came over and sat next to you on the couch as you both got comfortable. "Kie mentioned you had a date… how did it go?"

You picked at your nails and shook your head. "Not too great."

Sarah hummed sympathetically. "Well, Kelce isn’t as interesting as he makes himself out to be." You both laughed as you nodded in agreement.

You laid back on the couch letting your head fall back. "When is everyone else coming?" assuming Sarah or John B had something planned for everyone tonight.

"Actually, I only invited you. John B and I wanted to talk to you about something," she sighed. You felt nervousness bloom in your stomach as she stood up. "I'm gonna go get John B, just sit tight."

While waiting for them to come back your mind was wandering, not sure what could be so important that they had to talk to you together and in person. The door swung open and Sarah walked back in with John B right behind her. No one spoke as they pulled up two chairs and sat in front of you on the couch. John B gave a soft smile which helped your nerves just a little.

"Okay so," Sarah spoke up. "We weren't really sure how to go about this so just bear with me here. You're one of our best friends and we've spent a lot of time together over the years..."

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, almost drowning out Sarah's voice. Please don't tell me they don't want to be friends anymore, you thought to yourself.

"Anyways, me and John B have been talking. We both find you attractive obviously. And we wanted to invite you to bed with us! Like a threesome." Sarah had a smile on her face and your eyes widened.

"W-what? You want to have a threesome? With me?" They both nodded.

"Basically, me and Sarah had been talking and we asked each other who we'd want to hook up with if we were single. To our surprise we both said you, so we figured why not just ask."

Your face felt burning hot with shyness and embarrassment. You'd only had sex one time and it wasn't all that great. You and your boyfriend at the time had wanted to lose your virginities to each other but neither of you knew what you were doing.

Sarah's hand grabbed yours and pulled you out of your swarming thoughts. "You don't have to answer right now." She was caressing the back of your hand with her thumb reassuringly. "Go home and just think about it. We'll be waiting patiently for your answer— no pressure at all, okay?"

The air in the room felt a little less heavy. You knew they wouldn't force you or be mad if you decided not to. "Okay," you said with a small smile.

They both hugged you, walked you to your car, and waved you off home. On the ride back, all you could think about was whether you should accept or not. You weren't experienced and didn't want to disappoint them.

You were laying in bed but once again couldn't sleep. You decided to take a few hits of the weed pen JJ had given you a while back, it's lasted you a while since you only use it when you can't sleep or need to relax.

Once you felt the high encompassing your mind you laid down and closed your eyes. Your mind drifted to the thought of being in bed with Sarah and John B. With that, you fell asleep.

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It had been three days since your threesome invitation. You had thought about it a lot. Even though you hadn't spoken to Sarah and John B directly, you all still talked in the group chat with everyone else like normal.

It was still early in the morning when you texted Sarah.

You: hey are you and John B up yet?

20 minutes later, you got a reply.

Sarah: good morning! i am but he's still sleeping lol. what's up?

You: i've given it some thought and i wanna do this but are you sure? i'm not the most experienced when it comes to all that

Sarah: i'm so happy! thank you for trusting us and don't worry we'll both be there to guide you. are you free tonight?

You said yes and she told you to come over at 7. That gave you 11 hours to completely freak out before heading over there.

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The warm air from outside blew into your car as you sat outside the chateau, trying to give yourself a mini pep talk. They suggested that you come in loungewear, so you wore shorts and a cropped tank top with no bra, all things considered.

You went up and knocked on the door and waited. John B came and greeted you with a hug. He didn't hide the fact that he was taking in your body. 

"Hey, come in. Sarah's finishing up in the shower so she should be out in a few minutes." With a brief nod, you followed him inside.

It was so weird, normally the chateau felt like a second home. You'd help yourself to whatever and never felt out of place. This time it was the complete opposite. You didn't want to touch anything or sit without someone telling you to. You felt like a guest, who was visiting for the first time.

John B sensed your nervousness and gave you a smirk. "Don't get all shy now sweetheart, we haven't even started. Speaking of which, is there anything you wanna do? We could have some takeout, watch a movie, anything really."

You gave him a puzzled look. "I thought we were going to... you know."

"I love your enthusiasm," he chuckled. "We are, but Sarah and I both thought it'd be best to ease into it rather than just jump right in. We want this to be as comfortable as possible for you."

It was the little things like this that reminded you that these are your best friends. They knew you like the back of their hand and wanted this to be enjoyable for you and them. "A movie sounds nice," you said with a smile.

A little while later you were all sat on the couch watching some random movie that you'd picked. It wasn't all that good but you were still tuned in. Your eyes glanced away from the TV when you felt Sarah's hand start grazing the inside of your thigh. She was still facing forward almost as if nothing was happening. You looked back at the TV and spread your legs a little wider.

It was summer, entirely too hot for any blankets— even with the cool air of the AC blowing— so if John B looked, he'd see what was happening. The light, teasing touches went on for a few more minutes and you could feel yourself getting more and more worked up. You were ready to break the silence and ask for more until you felt John B's lips on your neck. A soft gasp slipped past your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

"This okay?" he muttered against your neck, and you nodded. "Use your words, pretty girl."

You managed to whimper out a soft 'Yes' which encouraged them both to keep going. Sarah's hand moved higher, lightly rubbing you through your shorts. A moan slipped from your pouty lips at the contact and you tried grinding your hips against her hand for more stimulation. "Let's go to the bed," Sarah whispered.

The short walk was filled with little kisses and light touches, none of you wanted to stop even for a second. Sarah instructed you to take off your clothes and lay on the bed. She and John B did the same as she sat behind you and John B positioned himself in between your thighs.

"Fuck... your pussy is dripping." You attempt to close your legs but he has a strong grip on your thighs. "Don't try and hide yourself, I wanna see everything."

Sarah brought her hands up to massage your tits, your nipples feeling painfully hard. "John B is gonna use his mouth to make you feel good, okay?"

"Okay– oh!" He wasted no time licking a long stripe to collect your arousal on his tongue.

"How does she taste baby?" Sarah asked. You could hear the lust and neediness in her voice. "She's so fucking sweet, like candy." John B couldn't help but moan as he continued to move his tongue in and out of your hole. You felt one of Sarah's hands leave your breast to touch herself behind you. Her soft moans make you even more turned on.

John B brought his mouth to your clit and sucked hard. That was all it took to have you falling over the edge in pleasure. One hand squeezed Sarah's arm while the other tugged on John B's brown tresses. Your moans filled the room as you rode out your first orgasm of the night.

Sarah replaced your spot in front of John B and once again he wasted no time lapping at her essence. Once she reached her peak John B didn't stop he was pushing her into overstimulation and instructed you to hold her legs open.

"John B! Please– ohmygod– it's too much!" she tried to push his head away but he didn't budge until he pulled another orgasm from her. You watched in amazement as she started to squirt making a mess of the bed and his face. He wore your combined juices proudly, not bothering to wipe any of it off. 

You leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Fuck Sarah you look so hot like this, squirting all over the place, being so messy." She whimpered at your words as John B finally gave her some reprieve.

She pulled you down so your lips collided with hers in a heated bruising kiss. Her tongue swiped across your lip and made its way into your mouth massaging your tongue.

In the corner of your eye, you saw John B stroking his hard cock slowly. Sarah noticed as well and gave you a smirk. "Let's show him how thankful you are for making you cum."

John B positioned himself up against the headboard and Sarah brought you face to face with his length. "Grab the base and take him into your mouth. He likes it really messy," She whispered while keeping her gaze on him. You followed her instructions and did your best to please him.

Once you'd taken as much as you could into your mouth, a light gag leaving your throat, he groaned. "Fuuuuck, that's it, take it all in that tight little throat." You went at your own pace for a bit, then Sarah took over gagging you on his cock at a brutal pace. Your eyes watered and there was spit and drool all over your chin and his pelvis. John B's thighs tensed and without warning his load filled your throat forcing you to swallow it all. 

You coughed a bit and Sarah rubbed your back soothingly while you and John B caught his breath. "You did so good baby." She went to kiss your neck and caress your body.

The praise did things to you. "Thank you." John B pulled you against him and kissed you deeply. "Do you wanna keep going, sweetheart?" John B muttered against your lips. The room felt so hot in combination with all the body heat and the summer air. You were definitely spent, but you wanted to go again. "I want you inside, please."

He nodded and moved you down to straddle him. Sarah moved to sit on his face, facing you. She moaned, feeling his tongue on her clit again. You sink down on his length feeling completely and utterly full. Sarah pulled you in for a kiss as you rocked your hips in a slow rhythm.

The stimulation on your clit from grinding felt delicious, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. One look at Sarah and you could tell she was close too. "I wanna cum together," you whispered against her lips. "Okay, together." she nodded. John B pushed his hips up to get impossibly deeper and gave a harsh such on Sarah's clit, pushing you both over the edge.

You both collapsed onto the bed, your body completely worn out. Sarah and John B left kisses and comforting touches anywhere they could, telling you how well you did and that they were so proud. Their voices faded away as sleep overtook you.

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A month after your night with Sarah and John B things couldn't have been better. You'd spent many pleasure-filled nights at the chateau. They were always showing you something new and making you feel so good. There were even times when it would be just one of them if the other was busy or not around.

You weren't expecting the text from Sarah asking you to come over considering you were just there two days ago. She asked you the wear that red dress which made you even more confused.

Walking into the chateau, not bothering to knock, you saw the table with lots of food and a candle adorning the middle of the table. "What's all this?" you questioned. John B and Sarah both turned from their spot in the kitchen and greeted you. 

"We wanted to do something special to thank you, you look beautiful by the way," he said leading you to the empty chair. They sat down at the table and you could tell something was coming up. Even Sarah looked a bit nervous. Maybe they were going to end things.

"So, we don't want to keep you here with this uncertainty. We did all these because this past month has been amazing. You've always been a great friend and I think– we think– doing this has made us incredibly closer." You nod in agreement. "We want you to be our girlfriend. We'll be an official polyamorous couple. I don't want to have to give you up to someone else and neither does Sarah. We want you to be ours and we'll be yours completely."

You felt like the wind had been sucked out of you. They wanted you to be their girlfriend. Before you could say anything Sarah chimed in. "Sorry if this seems sudden and we understand if you want to keep things how they are. You don't have to have an answer–"

"Of course I would," you cut her off with a wide smile. You could see the worry leave both of their faces. "God I love you." Sarah laughed leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek, John B following suit.

The rest of the night was spent having an amazing dinner and even better sex with your new partners. Never in a million years did you think this would be your life but you loved it and you loved them. They were your best friends and lovers wrapped in one.

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[slut4megantheestallion]

⋆ ☆ Chloe price x 2000sbaddie!fem!reader gf

Warnings: Chloe price x fem reader, black!reader, 2000s, Chloe is a simple for the reader, fluff, reader is a baddie, wlw.

☆Chloe is down bad for you, and she doesn't even try to hide it at all. She didn't think she'd be the type to simp over someone so hard, but there she is, completely obsessed with you.

☆You are the baddest thing to ever walk into her life, and she knows it. Baby tees, low-rise jeans, fresh acrylic nails tapping on your phone screen, lip gloss always poppin' and a face card that never declines-yeah, Chloe never had a chance.

☆Your style is immaculate, and Chloe is constantly in awe. She'll sit back, arms crossed, biting her lips as she watches you put together an outfit like it's a runway show. She doesn't know how you always pull off the perfect look, but she respects the hell out of it

☆She's your biggest fan, Chloe hypes you up like it's her full-time job. The second she lays eyes on you, she's grinning, whistling, borderline drooling - it's ridiculous.

☆Damn, babe... you trying to kill me? Like, what am I even supposed to do when you look this good?

☆"No, seriously, how? How do you always eat like this? I'm conversation you sold your soul for this level of perfection."

☆If you take too long getting ready, she won't even complain. Instead, she'll be lounging on your bed, watching you like a lovesick idiot, head propped up on her hand. She eats this up.

☆"I could sit here and watch you all day... You're like a work of art, babe."

☆She's taking pictures of you ALL THE TIME.

☆She's got a whole album in her phone labeled "My Goddess" (yes, she's dramatic like that.)

☆She posts you on her story with captions like, "Life isn't fair. How am I supposed to function with this woman walking around looking like THAT?"

☆If you let her take Polaroid pictures of you, she'll stick them in her wallet, on her walls, and even inside her truck just to see your face everywhere.

☆She constantly brags about you constantly. You are her greatest flex, and she makes sure everyone knows.

☆She brings you up in conversations for no reason.

☆If Max or Rachel says literally anything, Chloe would be like,

☆"That reminds me - my girlfriend is so hot. Wanna see pictures?"

☆If you post a fire selfie, she's the first in the comments, typing out paragraphs about how insanely fine you are.

☆"Y'all see what I'm working with???? Y'all wish. Y'ALL WISH."

☆If someone randomly stares at you too long, Chloe is grinning like a smug bastard because, duh, of course they're staring. But they can look all they want - you're hers.

☆"They're just mad they could never pull someone like you. Can't blame 'em. I'd be sick, too."

☆She's obsessed with your style. Chloe loves how put together you always are. She can't relate, but she's obsessed with it.

☆Some days, you're Y2k baddie realness- velour tracksuits, tinted sunglasses, lips lined to perfection. Other days, you're in baggy jeans and a baby tee. Looking like you walked out of a 2003 music video. And no matter what you wear, Chloe is in the background, losing her mind over it.

☆At first, she acted like she didn't care about shopping, but now? She'll hold your bag, give outfit opinions, and even suggest pieces she thinks would look good on you.

☆"Okay, okay, what if we go for, like, the ultimate hot girl look? Low- rise jeans, one of those teeny little crop tops that show off your stomach? Ugh, I'm so fucking lucky."

☆If you do her makeup or hair, she's melting. Completely whipped!!

☆If you do a lil makeover, she's looking in the mirror like,

☆"Holy shit... You made me look so hot. How did you-?"

☆Chloe's possessive over you, but in the chillest way possible.

☆Chloe isn't subtle about claiming you.

☆Arm around your waist all times.

☆Hand on your thighs whenever you sit next to her.

☆If someone gets too comfortable around you, Chloe pulls you closer just to send a message.

☆"Yeah, babe, come sit on my lap- wait, you're already sitting? Okay, whatever, just be closer."

☆If someone tries to flirt with you, she's watching with the biggest smirk on her face. She's not jealous because she knows you're hers, but she loves watching people make a fool of themselves.

☆when you shut them down, she leans in, all smug, whispering,

☆"Damn, they really thought they had a shot? That's hilarious."

☆If you're ever upset, Chloe is ready to throw hands.

☆"Nah, who got you fucked up? Let's go, babe - I'll fight 'em right now."

☆She adores you, period. Chloe never thought she'd fall for you this hard, but here she is, completely wrapped around your finger.

☆She lives for your confidence. The way you walk, the way you talk, and the way you own every room you step into - it drives her crazy in the best way possible.

☆She secretly writes about you in her journal. Filling pages with little doodles of your name, random thoughts about how much she loves your smile, and notes like,

☆"I have no idea how I got someone this perfect. Like, I genuinely think I won the lottery. What the fuck."

☆If she's ever feeling low, she'll scroll through her pictures of you, read your old texts, or just stare at you like a lovesick fool.

☆If you catch her, she'll smirk and shrug.

☆"What? I just like looking at my girl, sue me."

☆Overall, Chloe is your biggest fan, protector, hype woman, and personal simp, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

[minispidey]

02: Barbie and the Giftshopist.

Steven Grant x f!bimbo!reader. previous part. series masterlist. next part.

02. He's just Steven (and Marc, and Jake)

a/n: i'm not like fully knowledgeable of DID but i did some research! if u guys can give me some tips/ point out my mistakes, i'd be happy to hear it and edit. i just really do need some help 🙏🏻 i've never written a system before and i'd love to hear some advice

(series tags are open!) tags: @3zae-zae3

"Morning, Stevie!" you started calling him Stevie not even a week after you moved in. Sure, he hates it when Donna calls him that, but god did it sound so beautiful when you say it.

You two walk out at the same time everyday, bothered by some of the sellers on the street blocking the door "Excuse us." you say as they made way for you and Steven. A vintage pink corvette was your way of transportation while Steven chooses the bus, but you weren't in a rush today "Stevie! I'll give you a ride. Get in."

Steven blushed, shaking his head "No no, it's fine, love." hearing him call you love made you accidentally kick your leg up. You stared confused at your leg before turning your head towards Steven again "Come on." you pouted.

"I'm serious— oh, bollocks." he drops his keys by accident "I'm alright."

You drove by his side slowly "Stevieee get in. I'm not letting you take the bus when I have a car."

"It's just-"

"Is it because it's pink?"

"No! No, not at all. I don't want to be a bother, that's all." he sighed.

"Steven. Get in." you pull down your sunglasses "I'm not taking a no for an answer."

"Yes, ma'am." seeing you so serious had him flustered. Maybe it's a weird kink he developed after knowing you were a lawyer.

He sat in the passenger's seat and buckled his seatbelt. You smiled at him before fixing your sunglasses "Okay! First stop, the museum."

Steven knew everyone's going to stare at your pink car. He just never expected so many people turning their heads towards you too. You were beautiful and radiated beauty and sunshine, you were an attention grabber.

He just imagines you in all pink in your firm, in a room filled with blue and black suits. He thought it was cute.

"Do you have like, a license? You can take my car on my days off."

"You don't have to." Steven shook his head "Really, you're too kind."

"It's alright! Whatever makes your life easier." you flashed him one of your bright smiles "I can drop you off every day if you wanna. I'm not as busy anyways."

"Take the offer, Steven. Beats having to cramp in every day." Marc says from the reflection of the right side mirror. Steven shook his head before turning towards you "It's fine, love."

"Come on. Rent's hell. Let me save you some commute money, okay? I may be fashionable, but I can be such a cheapskate-" the car comes to a sudden halt as you snap your head towards a shop window. Steven was pushed forward but thankfully held by the seatbelt "What's wrong?" he breathed out.

"What time do you have to go to work?"

"Before ten. Why?"

"It's eight. Do you mind making a short stop with me?"

Shop assistants surrounded you as you worked your magic "Ooh, and this one. Do you have it in pink?" you giggled as you slipped on another heel "Okay so like, the trick is to ignore the assistants." you whisper to Steven "They'll sell you anything in full price. Head straight to the expensive ones before slowly going to the ones on sale."

Steven nodded as he listened to the advice you gave. He felt a bit nervous as you spoke to the shop assistants, you seemed so confident as well. In contrast, Steven felt fairly awkward and he was just observing how you interacted with the people around you.

He was very intrigued by the way you were trying on shoes, the way you were talking about it with the shop staff— he couldn't explain what exactly it was that he found attractive about you, and it was slightly annoying him.

"Chica está loca..." Steven looks at the full-length mirror, Jake was staring right back at him. He raises an eyebrow at Jake "She's crazy. I've never met a girl who wears so much... pink."

Steven was about to talk back when you pull him to the counter, swiping your card and taking your shopping bags "Okay, so like, I got fourty percent off. I have a loyalty voucher." you two made your way back to your car, stuffing your bags in the back "Thanks for coming with me, Stevie. Well, you didn't have a choice anyways."

"It's alright, really. It was... fun." he smiled at you, getting inside the car "Never really shopped with anyone before."

"Really? Not even with friends?"

"Don't have any."

"Aw, how come? You're so fun to be with."

Steven's heart skipped a beat. He stared at you with bright eyes as you drove. He felt his face heat up. When he turns his head to face the side mirror, he finds Marc judging him.

"You've just met her, huh?"

"Shut it..." Steven mumbled under his breath, looking away from the mirror. He watched you, still smiling as you drove. It was like you weren't real, like you were too good to be true. If he had known years ago a woman like you existed, he would've searched for you everywhere. But you landed right outside his flat.

"I don't think I can pick you up after your work, training interns and all." you stopped near the steps "I'll see you later, Stevie."

"You don't have to, it's really okay." he blushed "I'll see you around, love." he got out of your car, looking back at you as he walked up the steps. You pushed your sunglasses down and waved back before driving away.

After an exhausting day, you drove back at 1 am. You shoved your files in the back seat with your shopping bags and rested your face, your signature smile falling from fatigue.

The streets of London were quiet, only the crickets' mating call filling the cold air. You rub your eyes, some of your mascara rubbing off "So tired..." you sighed as you turned the car to the right.

Though your sleepiness immediately went away when you spot a ridiculous ugly-patterned shirt. It was Steven walking back.

"This late?" you whispered to yourself. You sped up a bit to catch up with him "Stevie!" your cheery voice halted the quiet night.

His head turned towards you, a scowl displayed on his face. Though his eyebrows softened upon realizing it was you.

"Don't they have buses out late? You poor thing. Get in." you smiled as you unlocked your car, allowing him to enter.

"I should've totally given you my number. If I only knew you'd be out late like me I would've picked you up." you let out a yawn before continuing "I'm not that busy, I swear. Like, I'm a lawyer but I know how to manage my time."

As you went on and on, Steven just sat there and listened to you.

You parked your car and stepped out, trying to get all your shopping bags in one go. But Steven stepped in and helped "Aw, Stevie, thanks so much!" Steven looked exhausted too.

You talked more in the elevator, detailing how frustrating your day was at your firm before walking to your doors.

"-and he was like no and I was like totes! And he was like noooo and I was like, definitely!" you giggled "Whoever said orange is the new pink is totally disturbed."

You unlocked your door and let Steven in to set your bags down. He went to step out afterwards when you pulled on his sleeve "Thanks so much again, Stevie. You are like, too good to me. We should totally shop again some other time! Goodnight!" you placed a kiss on his cheek before closing your door.

He froze in place, staring at your door before unlocking his own door and getting in. He breathed in the cold air before walking to his fish tank, feeding the two fishes before his vision focused, looking at his reflection on the glass.

"Marc! What was that?!"

Marc looked back at Steven "It's nothing."

"Back off. I really like her, okay? There. I said it."

"You kissed my wife and your crush kissed me on the cheek."

"I said I was sorry."

Jake spoke up, appearing from a small mirror "You like her? Dios mío, that woman wears a lot of pink. What is it about her? Is it because of the car? I have a limousine."

"No! She's- she's really nice."

"Be more specific, amigo. Nice isn't how you like someone."

"Enough." Marc shakes his head "Steven, if you like her then go ahead. But just don't get attached."

"What do you mean?"

"I have Layla— we have Layla. I'm married to her. You can have a crush on your little neighbor, sure, but it's not like you can date her."

"Marc... come on, I have my own life... we have our own lives. What if I decide I want to date her? What if I really really like her, you know?"

"I don't know." he sighed, scratching his eyebrow "It's gonna be complicated, you know that."

Steven let out a sigh, looking down "I-I know... but I just... I just really like her."

Jake on the other hand was deep in this own thoughts. Marc heads to bed when Jake fronts, taking over the body. He cracks his neck before walking out and knocking on your door.

You were just about to take off your makeup when you head his knock. Your fluffy pink slippers squeaked as you made your way to the door, opening it "Stevie? Did you miss me already?" you giggled.

"Do you want to go out with me?" Jake put on his best performance, speaking in a kind of shy British accent.

"Out? Like, a date?" you blinked twice.

"Yes."

Jake understood now. He saw the way your eyes sparkled and your blinding smile "Oh my gosh, yes!" you squealed before covering your mouth, looking side to side across the halls, worried you might've woken up your neighbors "Yes. Let's go out. Uh, maybe lunch? I'm free."

"That's alright with me." he nodded.

"Alright." you couldn't help but smile like a fool "Goodnight, Stevie."

"Goodnight..."

After closing your door, you silently screamed, jumping up and down in excitement. Your exhaustion suddenly disappears as you start planning out your outfit for the morning.

[the-froschamethyst4]

How much!?

𖤐Pairing: Billionaire! Alejandro x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, hints of smut, rich man Alejandro, language, married couple,

𖤐Summary: When shopping on her own, Y/n sees a beautiful necklace but it was extremely expensive, does she gets it without Alejandro's permission or does she ask?

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Alejandro was at the office and Y/n was getting ready for a shopping spree, she does this every now and then, Alejandro gives her his American Express card and she can spend as much as she wants.

But Y/n never hits the millions or anything, she barely reaches $100,000 the most she spent on was a home store looking for new house decorations and a few new things for the house.

But shopping for new clothes was kind of a different story, she spends as much as her heart desires and Alejandro watches those bank charge stack and he doesn't care as long as his wife was happy he's happy.

Y/n had bags on her arms as she just left Prada with a few new bags, Gucci sunglasses, belts and a dress, LV shoes, YSL shoes and bags, you name Y/n probably just bought it.

As she walked around a jewelry store caught her eye, she needed to get her wedding ring cleaned up.

"Hi ma'am," a lady says walking towards her.

"Hi, I need my wedding ring polished."

"Oh yes, let me see the ring." Y/n placed her hand out and the consultant looked at the ring.

"Lovely ring, your husband has good taste."

"Thank you," she takes her ring off and hands it to the consultant. Y/n walks around the store to look at the jewelry.

A necklace with pearls was on display, it looked like something a Queen or Princess would wear, it was magnificent to look at.

"Are you finding everything alright, ma'am?"

"Yes. This necklace is beautiful."

"I know, a new piece of ours, it goes for $25,000,000."

"Wow, I can see that," the man looks at the bags in Y/n's hands and smiled.

"Would you like to try it on?"

"What? No way, that's so expensive," Y/n says.

"Ma'am you are carrying bags that are worth for 5,000k, I do not mind if you try it on." He says.

"Umm~ if it's alright," he smiles and puts on some silk white gloves, and took it off the black velvet neck stand, and placing it on Y/n's neck, everyone in the store watched how the necklace complemented Y/n's skin and eyes.

"Wow."

"Gorgeous."

"Would you like it miss?" He asks her.

Y/n stares at herself in the mirror moving her head around to get it from better angles on her neck. She didn't even want to touch it or LOOK at it.

Alejandro was tapping his pen against his desk, taking a deep breath and looked out the window that was behind him, he was bored out of his MIND. He wanted to go home and be with his wife and see what she bought.

Alejandro loves having his own personal fashion show when it came to his wife.

Just thinking about her wearing a new LV dress hugging her body just right made him feel...all over the place.

His phone pinged and saw a HUGE charge to his card. His eyes widened and immediately started to call Y/n, she wasn't answering.

"Y/n, what the hell," he mumbles.

Y/n looked at him calling her phone, she just stares at her phone knowing she might have fucked up. Her fingers in her hair as she stares and stares and stares.

The next time he calls, she will answer which didn't take long, she took a deep breath and answered.

"Alejandro."

"Precioso (gorgeous) what was that charge to my phone?" Alejandro sounded like he was trying to stay calm.

"Umm~ Ale, I can explain."

"Start." He says.

"I was just trying to clean my ring and I got caught up in looking at a necklace and spent-"

"25 MILLION DOLLARS!" The calm was broken.

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Mi amor," he groans and rubs his temple. "How many times have I told you...BREAK MY BANK!!"

"Huh?" So he wasn't mad?

"You can spend higher, why didn't you?"

"I-I-I...I'm c-confused what?"

"I've told you many times to spend higher and 25 million was all you could do? Mi Corazón (my heart) I want you to make me go broke, a dollar in my bank account broke, I'll get it back, you know I will."

Y/n was so confused.

"B-But-"

"No buts, next time you go shopping break my bank account, anyways, I love you, I have to go, see you at home," he hangs up.

Her phone falls from her hand and looked at the necklace sitting on the black velvet neck stand.

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4:00PM

Alejandro was coming home now and Y/n was trying on the new clothes she bought looking at herself in her full body mirror, turning and looking to see how she looks in the back and seeing if her girls in the front looked perfect as well.

"Starting the show without me?" Alejandro asked, placing his blazer on the back of the black leather chair in the shared master bedroom.

"I was going to wait, but you were taking forever," she teased, walking towards him and sitting on his lap. Her arms wrap around his neck as his hands rested on her waist. "You look fucking stunning," he leans forward kissing her neck.

"Thank you, now do you want this fashion show or not?"

"Yes, ma'am," he leans back as she got off his lap, he pours himself a glass of whiskey and watched her come out in a new dress and new heels.

"YSL?" He asks. She just nods, turning to the mirror and looking at it.

Alejandro loves seeing his wife like this, he turns and saw the black velvet neck stand holding the necklace, she bought.

"Ohh~ so that was the 25 million dollar purchase," he points to the necklace.

"Yeah."

"It's pretty." He says, taking a sip from his glass and looking back at her.

"I know, he said it was new and I was technically the first person to wear it," she says sounding excited which made Alejandro smile.

Alejandro placed his glass down and grabbed the necklace off the stand and walked up behind Y/n. Moving it to the front of her neck and clasping it. He stares at her in the mirror.

"It suits you perfectly, mi amor," he kisses her neck and held her against his chest.

"A-Alejandro...I'm not done."

"You still have more?" He asks.

"I bought a lot," she says, with an innocent smile on her face.

"Alright, show me more," he smirks as she walks to her walk-in closet, her door slightly opened and he could see her half naked body.

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10:00PM

Y/n and Alejandro were going to an expensive dinner tonight, she was wearing her new dress and new YSL shoes with a new Prada bag and of course that necklace she bought. Alejandro held her hand as they walked in, they were immediately sat because of the restaurant knowing who they both were.

Alejandro and his gorgeously stunning wife.

He sits her down first before going to his chair across from her, they were given a wine menu but Alejandro ordered them a bottle of King Louis XIII, one of the most expensive bottles they have, it reaches to $23,000.

"Do you know what you want?" Alejandro asked.

"I think I'll switch it up tonight from lobster to maybe a beef wellington?"

"A wellington? Normally you don't get it."

"I know, but like I said switching it up," she gives him a soft smile.

"Here is your wine, now what can I get started for you both?" The waiter asked.

"I'll take Kobe beef, they way I like it." Alejandro started.

"Of course, you miss?"

"Could I have bluefin tuna?"

"Of course, now I will be right back," he says.

"Bluefin?"

"Is that okay?"

"Of course, mi amor," he holds her hand and kissed her knuckles.

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A few Hours Later

Alejandro and Y/n talked, drink, and ate their dinner and now Alejandro and Y/n were heading down the street just for some ice cream, an expensive dinner with cheap ice cream to fill them up.

It was always something they both did after eating at the restaurant was to eat dinner and go down the road for some ice cream.

It was mainly because Alejandro would treat his wife to everything she could ask for, and when they first met Y/n didn't come from money so the expensive date use to overwhelm her and then afterwards she showed him to an ice cream parlor she came to a lot when she was a little girl.

And to bring back memories and recreate their own Alejandro made it possible for her and in hopes one day they can still do it when they have kids and get older together.

Alejandro and Y/n sat on a metal bench enjoying their ice cream, she snuggled into his side, his hand hand holding his cone and the other resting on her hip.

"Did you like the dinner?" She nods.

"I like dessert better." She smiles up at him.

"One day, I hope we will come here with our kids and when we grow old and gray we will still come here," he says, looking down at her.

"Of course we will, Alejandro," she leans up and kisses his lips.

[from-izzy]

yesterday's petal | nct na jaemin

“I see.” A petal of yesterday falls. “I’ll take care of them now.”

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​non-idol au!, established relationship au!

genre » angst! just full angst!, grief and longing, reader remembering all the good times spent with jaemin, hurt and hope to move on, boyfriend na jaemin who took care of you so well, and you who loved him as much as he loves you

word count, estimated reading time » 1628, ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » major character death, grief and loss, sorry not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'

didn't think that my first nct story on this app would be this but...i needed this badly...

i am also getting back into nct! i might be able to go to dream's concert this year and i'm so excited! feel free to send me some nct content and help me catch up hehe

but other than that...

in a world where everyone seems to fit in so well and so easily...i hope that someday things will be better for me 🫂

With the amount of times you hit the door frame against the overhanging bell of the shop, it’s no surprise that the older woman recognises you.

Usually, she greets her customers brightly, especially those who look nervous and overwhelmed by her overflowing love and care towards the flowers that she prides herself on. At first, it was like that for you too, but the brightness of it all only lasted a few milliseconds at most.

She’s not new to her job; no, she’s not. She’s been doing this for years, having been brought up to it by her mother who has heavily influenced her to decorate all kinds of events with the delicate being, bringing in colours from one corner of the room to the other. But she knew the second you walked in her door without having to take your hat, scarf or sunglasses off, that you’re different from any of the other customers.

She can sense it from far away: a heart that has stopped beating. Amidst the chaotic, busy world, where most of the time a pin cannot be heard even in the library, she can feel the dejected feeling that your heart clenches painfully and that it never begs to differ. She wonders if you’ve always been like this or if you change under a different circumstance. Did her shop remind you of something unpleasant? Was it making you remember a painful memory that you never want to revisit ever again? 

But you always kept coming back. If not every day, every second day. And this, without fail.

She wishes she had the courage to ask why the corners of your lips have never raised, why your hands are always limped by your side, swaying tirelessly beside your even tired heart. She wishes she could ask why your eyes are always so puffy and sometimes bloodshot when you bow to her as a greeting whenever you exit. And, she would always wonder the reason behind why you would pick up the same flowers every time. Again, with the number of times you visit, she wonders if you’re giving them away or if you just like to fill your room, and perhaps at this point house, just like her.

She never asks because of the way you held the stem of her flowers between your hands. It’s an interesting way to handle her art: you rest the bottom of the stem on your palm with your fingers curving up to make a little bowl while the fingers of your other hand are curled towards the centre of your palm, the little circle however always big enough that when you step over to the counter, the green stalk bounces around the circumference of the circle as you take your step towards her.

Just like every other day, you tapped your card on the machine and left after mouthing a ‘thank you’ when the affirmatory tick was displayed on the screen, a pair of curious eyes behind your slumped shoulders.

Your feet take you to the place that you go to every day, the navigation of getting there already deeply ingrained in you to even try and suppress. With each step, comes the setting of the city that you used to walk with your beloved boyfriend. So many memories are spent in every turn of the city, with every store being visited once whether it be a cafe or a baby clothing store. There was usually no purpose to your visits but the hand that held yours tightly made you remember that sometimes roaming around with no purpose brings the best moments in life. 

The scent of the ramen shop across the street makes you hold your breath for a second, not wanting to trigger the accompanying cilantro scent that your nose remembers. The whirring of the coffee machine that you just passed only makes the inside of your mouth dry, remembering the unhealthy shots of caffeine that your boyfriend would drink without a thought in mind. The uneven paths of the ground play with your balance but this time, Na Jaemin isn’t here to hold on to you or even playfully joke around with you to say that he will ‘never let you fall the same way you already fell for him now’.

God, you just want to experience them again.

The way your friends found their significant others while you mull over the fact that Jaemin has left and will never come back. Not in this life, at least. So many times you would pray that you’ll find someone else but even when another person has shown interest in you and you accepted their offer to take you out on a date, you find yourself only thinking of Jaemin endlessly. 

At first, you thought he cursed you. Just like how he would say he would if you ever woke him up from his after-school nap even though it was supposed to be a movie date at the cinemas. 

But now you know that you’re just not ready for the change that took away the only person who loves you and that you love back an infinite times more. You’re not ready to have another person holding you, kissing you and whispering sweet nothings to you no matter your mood. 

You just want Na Jaemin back.

“Hey…” You arrive at your destination, the glossy stone reflecting the sullen look on your face, hair messy both from the win and simply not caring about readjusting it back; that was supposed to be Jaemin’s thing after all. “How are you doing today?”

Your choice of clothing today is questionable: white shorts when you know that you will be sitting down on the ungrassed Earth. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you because all you wanted after a tiring day of high school and trailing behind your friends who had their arms joined with the love of their life, is to just talk to Jaemin in a more eye-levelled state. 

The conversations are endless and you make sure not to leave the slightest bit of detail from the day. You try your hardest to be positive, knowing well that Jaemin will always like you that way but one of the reasons why you love him is because if you did cry, he would still love and care for you without judgement or doubt. And the realisation that you’ll never see those eyes that you have fallen in love and would get lost in sinks in again.

You sob. Cry. Weep. Bawl. 

You could scream. Yell. Shout.

And it’s killing you inside all the same.

“I’m so tired of being so lonely when there’s so many people around me, Nana.” Your chin rests on your folded knees to your chest, arms around your legs but hands still holding the flower the same as before. “I’m so tired of being jealous of my friends that they’re still making happy memories with their other person.” The tears stream down your face even more, gulping down your sorrows and pain.

You relish how the coldness of the wind numbed your cheek; at least you’re feeling something.

“I do believe that the time when everything will be better will come and I do believe that the more I understand my feelings, it will get better eventually,” you sniff and gasp out of air, “but I still wish that I didn’t have to rely on time. I wish that I didn’t have to delve in deep and go through all of this.”

His name engraved on the stone only made it harder for you to see anything, your tears blurring your surroundings and the wind only making you cry harder. You take in a shaky breath and though it was not satisfactory, you’re still thankful that it gave you a little more energy to get lost in the feeling of grief.

“I love you.” You repeat a few more times. “And I hope that someday, whenever I hear your name, only the good memories and things you taught me will replay in my head.”

Your fingers reach over to the curves and lines of his name and you smile remembering how his mother included you in the font and general typography, knowing how much the relationship that you both shared has always been a healthy one for both ends. You continue to run over the engraving more, moving your hand back and forth. You continue to blurt out your last few moments of the day along with your plans for the next twenty-four hours before you would rant to him again.

But like you said, time will eventually come and make it all better and currently, the heaviness in your chest is more bearable now. You jump up to your more stable feet, eyes on the flowers that cover the front side of the base. Slowly, you laid the new one between the ones from before. You stare at how it finds its place so easily despite being only introduced a few seconds ago, and you nod at how it may not be you anytime soon.

As you spare a final glance at the fresh flower on top of the one that you just gifted him yesterday, you note the peace that it’s finally been given, still and no longer twirling and swirling in the circle that you have made for it.

When you walk away, the flower looks at how you drag your feet across the soil, and the yesterday flower whispers, “They're still the same as yesterday.” A message that has continued and passed on from the very first one that you laid in hopes of Jaemin knowing that he’s never forgotten.

“I see.” A petal of yesterday falls. “I’ll take care of them now.”

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 'especially to you...'

tags (send a dm/ask if you would like to be here or removed!): @k-labels 💙🤍 @k-films 🤎🎞️ @kflixnet 📺🍿 @sanaxo-o

[animealways]

Surprise, i'm married bitch!

Natasha x fem!stark!reader/ contains making out, semi-public sex, strap on, marking, spanking, daddy kink, paparazzi (you set the internet on blaze by not only revealing you're married but to none other then black widow herself.)

Y/n stark potential suitor

A new stark family member?

Shadowcap is real?

All titles of gossip blogs articles about your love life. You couldn't help but chuckle at the last one. Its your and steve superhero ship name.

Captain america + iron shadow

"Oh this is some top noch comedy" you said to yourself. "What is 'top noch comedy'?" You lifted your phone showing the shadowcap article to nat and how it mentioned all the times you went shopping with steve to find the perfect decorations for the wedding and more. She shook her head at the article with a amused smile. "What people won't do just for some clicks. What are you doing?"

She raised a eyebrow at your smile. Natasha has learned thanks to you there are more then one way to smile and that includes mischievous smile. One you're wearing right now. "Ohhh nothing just giving them some light criticism."

Ohh sooooo~ close 🙃

You got the wrong avenger tho-

you commented and nat rolled her eyes at you. You always loved messing with the media. They always were a pain in the ass for as long as you can remember. Not surprising since your father is tony stark after all. He is often in the news either because of drama he causes or because of a new invention and that was BEFORE he became iron man. Oh yeah your step-mom is pepper the fucking co-ceo of the biggest company on earth that you run together. Literally anything happens that even semi involves your family aaaaand your face ends up on the fucking news.

The sec you post the comment you see fans going 'omg what!!!????' 'Nooooo my ship😭' 'dcvsxvjgxvbcf7gkg' 'wowowowow WHAT WHO IS IT THEN?!?!"

You laughed at the way your fans freaked out. "You know you should probably let everyone know were a thing." You looked up at your wife having your head against her thigh.

"Anything particulaire in mind?" "No you're better at that sort of thing, remember your last interview?"

You chuckled remembering jimmy fallon face when you told him about a particulier snowboarding vacation with your dad. When neither you or your dad realise the hill you were on was actually the end of a small cliff causing both of you to fall into a thick layer of snow. The only reason you didn't tell this to pepper was because your dad bought you a massive chocolate cake to shut you up. Oh man was she angryyyyy when she found out.

"I will never forget that scolding." You laughed while natasha shook her head but didn't bother hiding her smile. That damn near divine smile.

"Btw there is this gala i got invited to." You mentioned randomly remembering.

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You put the finale touch to your eyelashes and felt ready to go. You wore a velvet red button up collar shirt with 3 upper buttons lose to show off your chest with the nanotech container on it. The rest of your suit was black and nothing of it really stood out exactly what you wanted.

It would bring more attention not only to the nanotech container on your chest but also your jewelry. Specificly the necklace with your wedding ring around it. For the longest time you and natasha would hide your relationship but now that you're married her both of you wanted let the world know who the 2 of you belonged to.

You put the edith sunglasses on before looking to your left admiring natasha beauty. You recognised the dress she wore, the same one she wore as 'natalie rushman'.

You walked behind her, hugging her from behind and putting your chin on her shoulder.

"Well if this doesn't remind you of something?" Natasha smirked remembers the first time she met you. "Yeah, i remember how you couldn't take your eyes off of me." She teased, you merrily shrugged. "What can i say? I have good taste. Common, lets go." She took her you hand once done with make-up.

You drove to the gala with happy in a another car behind you for safety measures. It didn't matter both of you we're avengers. You knew better then go to such a big event without any back up. Too many goddamn memories of parties going wrong.

As you arrived to the event. You ran around the car opening the door and unbuckled the seat belt for natasha. She took your arm and walked out together with your bodyguards right behind the 2 of you.

Paparazzi were, well they were annoying as always. They're shouting for you to either turn their way or about your life. You swear on your mother's grave the paparazzi brought a bonus level of anger out of you. Maybe its the belief your mother taught you that respect should be earn, not given. Maybe its that you had to deal with them your entire life or maybe its because they're basicly paid stalkers that made your blood boil either way to you a street fighter deseveres more respect then the paparazzi, atleast that took more then just being a invasive asshole to do it right.

But atleast you had natasha to keep you company. ''You know...'' you turned your attention to the red head trying you best to hear her over all the shouting. ''I have seen childeren that are quieter then them.'' you chuckled at the commentary.

''You think this is bad? You should be glad you didn't have to deal with them in the early 2000's they were 500 times worse.''

''You can't be serious.''

''I am. 1 of them actually got so close to me they pushed me and caused me to fall face first into the pavement.''

''Really, wow i can't imagine tony reaction.''

You smiled remembering how happy carried you to the car while your dad cussed everyone out. ''Ahhh yeah, good memories. I remember my dad calling them 'motherfucking disrespectful uncultered dipshits'.'' natasha laughed at the mental image.

''Hey, atleast he taught me how to protect the important things in life. Isn't that right misses stark?'' You looked lovingly at your wife.

Your wife

Misses stark

Man, you can't get enough off of those words. Natasha didn't say anything but the look she gave you said more then enough. Its funny really, this is the same woman that use to have a probleem with you hugging her once a day but now she had her last name changed for you. You took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

right under the wedding ring

As soon as you realised what you just did you immediately covered your wifes ears. Good thing too cause less then a second later you physically cringed at the shouting from the crowd.

how long have you been married!?

did you take each others last name?!

stark/black widow are offically off the marked!?

That last one caused both you and tash to glare at the crowd. Sure your relationship was a massive secret for the longest time but who would want to inmagine their partner getting flirted with?

''Lets go inside before we getting hearing damage or start a fight.''

''You took the words right out of my mouth.''

You followed natasha as the noise died down. Luckily for the both of you the night went fairly well. You went around and introduce natasha as your wife. People we're naturally curious about your relationship how long you have been together, who asked who, who proposed normale things you gladly answer. Then were the questions that would make your eyes tired from barrel rolling so much.

''So who is the man in the relationship?''

''Dude, thats like asking wich chop stick is the fork.''

Natasha giggled at the surprisingly accurate comparison. The other people at the table also had a good chuckled out of it. ''Ahh, s-sorry didn't mean to come over insensitive. I just don't know alot about these things.''

''Its fine but call me or my wife a dyke and i will start a fight.'' you joked causing the man to let out a nervous chuckle knowing you're capable of it and would gladly do it. After all its not every day you meet a woman that kicked a grown ass man at 18 years old but you did after the pap tried to take a pic under your skirt. You swear that the news didn't let go of it for a month long.

while natasha drank her vodka you stood right behind her pressing your crotch. She pressed back feeling the bulge in your pants while smirking.

''ты хочешь трахаться в ванной, детка?''

''you want to fuck in the bathroom baby?''

You whisperd softly in her ear while having tight grip on her hips. You had learned russian in the periode where the avengers broke.

Fuck are you happy she's back in your arms

''let me enjoy my drink first''

You smirked at her responds. You knew the alcohol would make her a shameless, horny mess. You didn't miss the way people looked at your wife though. You couldn't blame them natasha beauty was something to die for but there was no way you were walking out of this place without making clear who belonged to who. She continued to have more drinks as you whispered nothing but sweet compliments and in return she kissed you teasing about the people who must be watching the 2 of you being in love.

''good, the more people watch faster the news travels.''

Tash turned around wrapping her arms around your neck and kissed you. You hummed being able to taste all the different drinks she had from vodka to tequila. You pulled away and dragged her to the nearest bathroom. The second the door was closed she practically pounced you. Your hands immediately went to her ass giving it a tight squeeze. Her legs wrapped around you hips and started to grind against the bulge. You put her on the sink and pushed her dress up revealing the black lingerie with a wet spot in the middle.

You rubbed her tight, not quite touching her where she needs it.

''y/n i ne-''

You cut her by slapping her pussy making her jump and grabbed her by the throat. ''whats my name?'' You growled into ear. She pushed her breast forward close enough for them you the feel them against your own.

''i'm sorry daddy''

''better, now show me how much of a slut you are''

You put the palm of your hand against her pussy and she immediately started to grind against it. Your free hand went to her cheek forcing her to look into your eyes.

fuck those gorgeous green eyes

You kissed her softly, something natasha always loved is how gentle your touch was her even in moments like these she could feel the love behind the action. She whined against your lips making you smirk. 'awww baby do you need something?' You put you thumb against her lips . 'daddy please fuck me~' She whined her hands going under you shirt looking for skin to skin to contact. 'you want my cock, baby? you want daddy cock inside of you?' You used your index finger to pull on the thin fabric then let it go making it snap against her.

''hmm, please daddy claim me. i want you to mark me.''

''then get on your knees.''

She did as you demanded getting and loosened the belt pulling your pants down revealing the red strap. Natasha wasn't full on drunk, was she getting there? Oh for sure but not to the point she couldn't notice it was the strapon wanda magicly enhanced so you could feel everything like it was a real cock. She started to kiss the tip while holding eye contact with you.

this woman is gonna be the death of you and you couldn't care less

You sighed out of relieve at the feeling. As she slowly took the fake cock into her mouth you gentle went with your hands thru her hair the smile on your face never leaving love the sight and feeling knowing. ''who is daddy good little slu- ahhh you are baby FUCK!''

You used one hand to hold the sink while the other was still natasha soft red hair. You could feel her take the entire length, humming to please you as much as possible and her tongue moving around. You let this happen for abit enjoying how skillfull you wife mouth is before pulling her of. You panted while looking her messy face lipstick ruined by all the drool. You pulled her her up to and kissed her quick but passionate kiss.

''bend over for me and beg maybe then i let you cum over my cock''

She did as you said making sure her ass was on full display for you and wiggled it abit. You pulled the lingerie off of her and put them in you pocket. ''don't hold back on the noises. i want everyone near us to hear how much of a whore you are, understood?'' ''yes daddy''

You hummed before the upper half of you body was covered in nanotech and you didn't miss the way natasha started to move her ass more when she saw it reflected back in the mirror. 'keep looking in the mirror i want you to see everything' As soon the words left you mouth you started to spank her with the back of your hand now covered in metal hand. She yelped with every hit and you didn't stop until her ass was bright red. You didn't bother with giving her a warning just slamming your cock into her since she was dripping so much. Natasha screamed and you penetrated her at a animalistic pace. You threw you head back at the warm tight feeling of pussy and her moans sound divine. If she let you, you would do this for the entire night.

You grabbed her by the throat pulling her close enough for you to mark her entire back of her neck with hickey. Out of no where you stop your movement making natasha whine for more. You groaned feeling her squeez around.

''please daddy i need you! i'm a good girl please just let me cum over your perfect cock!'' She kept begging while you looked at her like she was a piece of meat for you to devour. You eventually flipped her over and started all over again. You made sure to cover her neck and breast with hickey while she clung on you. 'ahh daddy you're making me cum' she shouted and you were sure anyone in the same hall as the bathroom could hear her. You pulled her closer so your foreheads were touching each other while you used your right hand to keep her close you left hand went to her clit. Your left hand turned into a clit sucking vibrator sending natasha over the egde. You made sure to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible.

As soon as your left hand was off of her she grabbed it and sucked it. The pretty sight made you groan and natasha smirked. She let go of you hand with a pop sound while you gentle pulled out her of making her moan and leaving her pussy cleching around nothing. You pulled your pants back up covering the fake cock before natasha grabbed it.

''you haven't cummed yet'' A devilish smile made its way onto your face. ''oh im not done with you yet baby'' Natasha bite her bottoms lips in anticipation. Then the door opened , you first instinct is to cover up tash with your body as somone ran past straight to the toilet.

''i'm sorry i couldn't hold it. i swear i didn't see anything!''

You rolled your eyes as nat hide her blushing face in you neck. You made sure to clean her up fast and the nanotech went back into the container. She however didn't move from the sink. 'i-i cant walk...' You laughed at how shy she sounded in return she glared and pouted at you. 'don't laugh at me'

''sorry sorry babe you just look so cute'' You giggled before carring bride style. You walked out and people were staring at you and tash after all none of them ever seen black widow this... soft. As soon as happy saw it he rolled his eyes and told the other bodyguards they could take the rest of the night off knowing you murder them if they ever interrupted your kinky time with nat. ''please just make sure your naked ass doesn't end up on the news like your dad did.'' Happy said and you laughed at how your dad ended up drunk butt naked on the roof top after a wild party.

''don't worry about it i wouldn't let a media shit head near my wife''

You walked out to your car as people were shouting for your attention. Natasha had her head nuzzled into your neck making you smile. You gentle put her in the passenger seat and you drove off to a calm and quite place in the woods.

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maybe i will write a part 2?

[two-white-butterflies]

therese | d. targaryen

Description: You are famous for acting in films that gain critical acclaim, but much of your life remains secret. In where, your private life becomes public. Pairing: millionaire!daemon targaryen/lowkey-actress!reader Tags: established relationship.

Daemon wasn't the kind of person who'd stay secret about something he was proud about. He wanted to scream your name into the crowds - without any fear of their judgement. He was proud, and you were the opposite of that.

"Which one do you want, baby?" he asked while pointing at the two bags held by the sales associate. One was black, and the other one was white. They were the same brand - the same hardware and everything, but in your eyes they were different from each other.

"You don't have to do this babe," you lean your head on his shoulder. He presses a kiss on your forehead, smiling proudly as you continued inspecting the items in the shop. "It's not everyday that my girlfriend is nominated for an Oscar," he boasted while placing a pair of sunglasses on the sales associate's hands. "- you've been ranting about this bag for weeks. I'm buying it for you, princess." he asserted.

"I'll take the black one," you smiled, entwining your hands together as you continued strolling down the store.

He was extra when it came to everything. You'd tell him that you wanted a smoothie and he'll bring you all the flavors - you'd tell him that you were nominated for an academy award and he'd rent out the entire mall. It was impressive to see the lengths of what his money could provide, but it was more impressive to see his efforts.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered, keeping his arms around your waist. "Thank you for doing this, babe." your smile deepened. He spots another store in his periphery - and he wastes no time in leading you inside.

"- and the winner is therese!" the hosts announce your stage name, and the tears began flowing out of your eyes.

You finally made it!

Your manager presses a kiss to your cheek, before helping you gather your gowns and walk to the stage. The hosts give you the award - muttering a few words of congratulations.

You walk up the podium, staring at the faces of your peers. A decade ago, you were the one watching them on the screen - and now you were one of them.

You stare at the camera, with tears still flowing down your eyes. "Daemon, baby we did it!" was the first thing you said, and the crowd erupts into a second round of cheers.

"I want to thank everyone especially the academy, my co-workers, the directors, the writers and the producers. I couldn't have done it without you." you thanked, wiping the tears away from your eyes using a small handkerchief.

"I want to thank all of my fans for supporting me. I'm so sorry, I didn't prepare a speech because I thought Meryl Streep would win. I'm just really glad to be among these women today." you smiled, knowing that he was watching you from the screen.

theresesupporter NAUR cuz who tf is Damon?

MicheleTheMonsterFromHell not ya'll acting shocked that therese has a bf, we didn't even know her real name until last year 💀

SullyFarts_8: IMAGINE SHE'S MARRIED WITH KIDS - MicheleTheMonsterFromHell: I wouldn't be surprised 💀

Therese_Ismy.mommydom My #1 suspect as therese's bf

BenjaminButtons_11: OR Daemon Targaryen - Therese_Ismy.mommydom: Who?? - BenjaminButtons_11: The guy who basically owns half of the trade industry 💀 he's famous in europe/south america cuz he acted in that one telenovela as a teen - Therese_Ismy.mommydom: nty i think it's matt damon 😁

Daemon settles down beside you with a pout on his face. "What's wrong?" you ask while editing his face on the body of a Pokemon. "Everyone thinks that you're dating Matt Damon," he huffs while browsing through his Ipad Air.

A loud laugh escapes your mouth.

"#DamonandTherese, #ThereseDamon," he continued reading the trending hashtags on Twitter. "- you should've said my full name." he pouted, and you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Daemon Targaryen, I love you." you hum, placing your phone on the table and wrapping both of your arms around him.

thereseupdates: Matt Damon and Therese in 'Adjustment Bureau'.

TygaTyger: 💀 I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE

therese: 💜

Missusssususus: I don't think it's a joke anymore, also THERESE HAS AN INSTA!! WAR IS OVER

therese: my first instagram post ! (first pic: after the haircut/vacation) (second pic: before the haircut/pre-vacation) taken by @helaenas_photography

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DaemonTargaryen: Now, about that Matt Damon guy...🧐

thereseupdates: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OGM

puppygogo "Daemon Targaryen is currently worth $900 Million" CHILEE mom get the bag 💅🏻

part two

[starrgaziinggg]

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS | LEE MINHO

PART NINE -> epilogue (6k words)

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"JEONGIN!"

There's moments in life when you're genuinely terrified. Like when you used to get called on from your scariest teacher with no clue what the answer to the question was. Or when you wake up in the middle of the night after hearing a loud noise and can't move a muscle for hours afterwards.

Now is one of those instances. You feel yourself practically jump out your skin when you hear Seungmin screech the younger boys name, taking your sunglasses off of your face instantly to catch a glimpse of the commotion.

How naive of you to expect a relaxing, stress relieving getaway with your friends. How naive indeed.

"You've crossed the line this time, kiddo," Seungmin seethes, traipsing round the decking in search of his target. "Where the hell is he?"

"Fuck me if I know," you say lazily, placing your sunglasses back on your face and settling yourself into your sun lounger again. You and Hyunjin had an ongoing competition to see who could get the best tan over the course of your week long holiday, and you'd be damned to waste precious sunbathing time whilst he was at the shops to get breakfast for everyone.

"Gross, don't say that," Seungmin grimaces, chucking you a bottle. "You're burning up, idiot."

You scoff, pulling your sunglasses off for the second time of the morning and dumping them beside you. "Am I really?"

"Yes," Seungmin responds, placing his hands on the railing that oversees the beach you were staying at, looking out to catch a glimpse of Jeongin before giving up and practically falling on top of the lounger beside you. "Unless the aim of the competition you've got with Hyunjin is to see who can look the most like a lobster by the end of the week, I'd lather up."

You sigh, picking up the bottle he'd handed you and rubbing the sunscreen into your arms and chest. "Why are you so mad at Jeongin, anyway?" You ask him, intrigued as to what had interrupted your morning detox. "And why did you think he'd be here?"

"He's a dumbass," Seungmin says, kicking his feet up on the sun lounger as if that explains anything. "And I thought he might be here since you're the only other person still at the resort."

"Everyone's gone?" You ask, closing the lid to the bottle and chucking it into the shade.

"Felix, Chan and Changbin went down to the sea front whilst Minho, Hyunjin and Jisung were at the shops. Jeongin must have gone with them," Seungmin explains, shaking his head. "I'm seriously going to kill him when I find him again."

"I swear if you don't explain what he's done, I'm taking your name off of the lease," you say, throwing him a side glance as you settle back into a comfortable position.

"You can't do that," he mocks, as if you would ever actually take his name off of the lease to your new apartment. You'd just signed it two weeks ago, with Hyunjin and Felix too. It had been stressful trying to find accommodation for your final year of uni, as you weren't entitled to on campus accommodation in fourth year. When Seungmin brought the idea of sharing an apartment close to campus with Hyunjin and Felix to you, it had been an obvious yes.

Sure, living with three boys was probably going to be a nightmare, but you'd just lived with Seungmin for a year and he'd practically kept you afloat, so no matter how messy Felix was or how late Hyunjin stayed up, you figured you could handle it.

"He left my flip flops outside in the scorching sun yesterday," he finally says, offering you an explanation. "I specifically told him not to, because I'd seen online that the brand can partially melt in extreme heat - and who would have guessed? I now have a pile of goo on the ground."

You can't stifle your laugh, giggling openly. It was just such a classic Jeongin move you'd come to realise. He was nothing short of a little shit when he wanted to be. "They can't be a very good brand if they melt in the sun."

Seungmin scoffs. "They weren't made for over 40°c heat. Plus, I may or may not have bought them from a dodgy website," he complains, though you know he's over exaggerating. You could put money on the fact his flip flops were only slightly damaged. "He knows exactly what he's done as well. He'd written an, 'I'm sorry, Seungmin' note right on top of the goo pile for me to wake up to this morning."

You laugh openly this time, shaking your head at your friends actions. "Unsurprising."

Seungmin hums. "Yeah, I'll get my revenge at some point," he assures you, turning to give you an evil grin. "He's gonna hate choosing me as a roommate for this trip, I swear."

The resort you were staying in abroad, found by Chan (of course, as the self proclaimed 'dad' of your friend group), had large apartment like rooms that joined together and allowed you a private stretch of gorgeous white sand beach. Each room had a balcony area overlooking the beach, which you were currently taking full advantage of.

"I thought you chose Jeongin as a roommate?" You ask, turning on your side to properly face your friend.

"Jeongin is the least gross out of everyone," Seungmin answers with a grimace. "Other than you, of course. But you're rooming with your lovey dovey -"

He doesn't get to finish his taunt, as the front door to your room flies open. "Honey, I'm home!" Minho shouts, walking through the slide doors onto the balcony. His flip flops patter against the decking before he flops down onto the edge of your sun lounger.

"You're not trying to steal my girlfriend, are you Seungmo?" Minho questions, tilting his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose.

"It wasn't funny the first time you said it, and it's still not funny now," Seungmin responds, making Minho chuckle. Since Minho had popped the big question a couple months ago, he hadn't shut up about you being his girlfriend. His friends, that had now easily become your best friends, were constantly telling him to shut up, especially Seungmin since he spent the most time with you.

"Boo hoo," Minho says lazily, moving himself on your lounger so he was nestled comfortably in between your legs.

"What did you get from the store?" You ask him as he lays his head on your chest.

"Some meat and stuff so we can have a barbecue tonight," he responds. "Snacks, alcohol - some tampons for you."

"TMI," Seungmin winces, though you knew he was only doing it for show in front of Minho. You'd spent a year living with him and he couldn't care less about your period.

"A woman's menstrual cycle is natural," Minho mocks, laughing when Seungmin puts his fingers in his ears.

"Shut up, Jesus," you groan. It was bad enough you'd had to go on holiday while you were at the end of your period, especially in a group of guys, but your boyfriend felt the need to show how 'cool' he was about it in front of your friends, which made him decidedly uncool.

"Anyway," Seungmin says, attempting to stray the conversation away from your menstrual cycle. "What's Hyunjin and Ji up to now?"

"Said they were dumping their shit in their room and meeting the other guys at the beach for the day," Minho explains, stretching his limbs as he looks up at you. "Thought we could join them?"

You him, nodding. "Yeah, sounds good. Seungmin?"

"I'll need to borrow a pair of your flip flops, Minho," he says, and you take that statement as a form of agreement. "Jeongin has decimated mine."

Minho chuckles, pulling himself up from off your chest to sit at the edge of your lounger again. "Fine by me. There's a spare pair sitting on top of my suitcase."

Seungmin grins, getting up to put on Minho's flip flops. "I'm gonna go get changed into swim shorts, I'll get you guys down there?"

"Aye aye, captain," Minho responds, shouting through as Seungmin walks out your room, leaving you and Minho alone on the balcony.

He bends down towards you, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips. "Hi."

You giggle at him, using your hand to shield your eyes from the sun as you look at him, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Hi. Thanks for the tampons, by the way. I forgot to ask for them."

"Yeah, I figured you'd forgotten," he replies lazily, tapping your knees with his fingers. "Not a problem for the best boyfriend ever."

You chuckle at him, shaking your head. Minho had voiced his concerns about not being able to be enough for you, as he'd never been in a proper relationship before, but you'd assured him you'd be able to work at it together. And here you were, happier than you'd been in a long time.

"You look pretty," Minho states outwardly, and you smile knowing he means it. You'd come to realise he didn't give out compliments easily, so when he did it made your heart melt. "Last I saw you, you were a zombie in bed."

"Yeah, well, we were up late last night," you say, which makes Minho snicker. You whack him on the arm. "Don't be crude."

"Says you!" He laughs, grabbing your hand to stop you from whacking him again. You take a second to eye him up - shirtless, in just a pair of swim shorts and flip flops, you thought about how lucky you were that your boyfriend was perhaps the hottest man on the planet.

"Stop eye fucking me," he says slyly, narrowing his eyes at you.

"I'm not eye fucking you," you counter, crossing your arms. That turns out to be a mistake, when Minho's eyes go straight to your boobs.

"You know," he starts lowly, moving closer to you to push a strand of hair behind your ear. "We haven't countered period sex yet, but if you -"

You don't even need to whack him for that one, because he gets hit in the face with a blow up beach ball. Cackling, you catch a glimpse of the perpetrator.

"Get a room!" Hyunjin shouts, laughing maniacally as his bleach blonde hair flies out around him, and you just know Minho's going to kill him for that.

"We have a room!" Minho shouts back, throwing the beach ball back to Hyunjin which he catches, walking up to your balcony from the beach, shirtless and dripping wet. You assume he's already been in the sea.

"Maybe use it?" He says cheekily, and you roll your eyes. "We're gonna play volleyball, get your asses out here."

"I refuse," you say, throwing your hands up with wide eyes. "Not after last time."

Hyunjin giggles, remembering your game on the first day you'd arrived, and how your bikini top had come undone whilst you tried to save the ball. That was not one of your finest moments.

"You can be umpire," he says, tilting his head. You look towards Minho who shrugs, so you turn back to Hyunjin and nod.

"Fine," you say in defeat, standing up off your sun lounger and grabbing your phone and the keys to your room, so you can lock the front and sliding doors and jump the barrier of your balcony onto the beach.

The boys are all round the corner from your balcony, their towels laid out on the sand with some beach umbrellas propped up. Jeongin and Felix are chasing each other up and down the coastline with water guns, whilst Jisung and Seungmin are sprawled lazily out on their towels, taking refuge under the umbrellas from the blazing sunshine. Chan and Changbin are setting up the volleyball net.

As you, Hyunjin and Minho walk towards them, Felix and Jeongin abandon their fight, dropping the water guns by the boys feet.

"Didn't think you'd want to play after last time," Felix says breathlessly, giving you a cheeky grin when you hit him with your beach towel.

"We collectively agreed to never speak about it again," you seethed, listening to the other boys snickers. You choose to ignore Minho's smirk. "Besides, I'm reffing, and your teams already in the minus points."

"Why?" Felix groans, pouting at you.

"Attitude and bad behaviour. Ref rules," you throw back, placing your beach towel down and making yourself comfortable. Minho bends down to give you a peck, ignoring the guys cries of PDA and Jeongin covering his eyes before he calls team captain and the boys split up into two groups. Minho calls the second team captain and gets first pick, choosing Chan instantly.

They were unsurprisingly competitive, as you'd come to find out. If their beer pong tournaments were anything to go by, their volleyball games were even worse. You'd had to settle a multitude of arguments by half time alone - Jisung claiming Changbin was using foul play and Seungmin purposefully making the other team laugh to lose their attention.

Minho's team won in the end, which you could have seen coming from a mile away, since Chan practically carried any team he was on in terms of sports games. By sunset, half the guys had left to shower and the other half were setting up the barbecue, leaving you and Minho alone by the beachfront.

You watch the tide slowly make its way in and out again, the sound calming as Minho lay reading beside you. He's motionless, save from the periodic turn of the page of his book and his thumb swiping over your thigh when he found a comfortable position to hold his book with one hand.

The sun was slowly starting to set, the orange and pink hues of the sky mixing together like paint on a palette. When Minho turns the page to his book again, you pull your sunglasses off of the bridge of your nose to study him.

"What you reading?" You ask him, and he seems to finish the last sentence before looking over to you.

"A book," he says slyly, keeping his thumb in the middle of it but closing it over to look at you. He probs himself up on one arm.

"Oh yeah? Though it was an oven mitt," you reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

Minho raises an eyebrow at you. "Oven mitt?"

"First thing I thought of," you shrug, lowering yourself so that your lying flat on your back, closer to him. He looks down at you with a half smile. "But really, what book is it?"

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes as one hand pushes his dusty brown hair out his face, turning the cover of his book around to show you.

"How to deal with rude people with a smile," you read the title aloud as your eyes scan the front cover. "Is this a step by step guide?"

Minho chuckles, shaking his head as he pretends to snatch the book away from you. "No - if you must know, it's one of my favourites, and I'm rereading it and annotating it so I can give it to you."

You blink a couple times at his words, not really comprehending what he was saying. "You're going to gift it to me after you've annotated it?"

"Yeah," he replies, and you watch his ears tinge red - his tell. "After everything that happened with your ex and Sooyun, I just...I dunno. I read this when I needed to, and I thought you could benefit from it as well."

Minho will never let you live it down if you cry in front of him about this, claiming his superiority from his heartfelt gift, so you force a brave face. A smile comes naturally to you at the kind gesture.

"I love you so much, did you know," you say easily, shaking your head almost in disbelief. Minho had opened up to you more than you'd ever thought he would after making your relationship official. He told you about his family; his parents who he loved but did not spend a lot of time with due to them frowning upon his decision to drop his medical degree to pursue dance, how his cats meant everything to him and more...

This just felt as though he was sharing another little part of himself with you.

"What about you, then?" He says, unable to take the compliment without getting somewhat flustered as per usual. "You were reading something earlier in the week."

You hum, turning and digging the book out of your beach bag. You gently throw it onto his lap, watching as he inspects it like you had done his before handing it back to you.

"A poem book?" He says curiously. "'A mouthful of forevers'. Any good?"

"I love it. I've never been a big poem fan but this book...I dunno, her poems really speak to me."

"Okay you freak, read me one," he says blatantly, lying down flat on his back like you and crossing his arms, staring into the sky. He turns to you when you don't reply to him. "Please?"

You choose to ignore his shit eating grin when you open to one of the pages in the book you had dog eared.

"Love Poems, by Clementine Von Radics," you start with a huff, already feeling your tummy flutter under your boyfriends smirk and watchful eye. "I want to kiss you. Like big, fat kisses. Or angels. Or stars. Or something. I don't know. Love poems never make sense to me."

You pause for a second to catch your breath and sneak a peak at Minho as you do, and he's carefully watching you - a serious expression on his features as he nods at you for you to continue.

"Poets say things like Your teeth are flowers or Your eyes are miracles. But you aren't miracles. Or flowers. You are some sweet boy with a good smile and a shaky heart. Come kiss me. I'm in love with the miracle of your body—beside my body."

Minho stays quiet for a second, contemplating your words, and you can't help but feel sheepish.

"I like it because it reminds me of you," you say, although Minho's one of the smartest people you've ever met and you'd be damned if he hadn't already guessed that. "It's like - humans are never supposed to be these amazing, wondrous, beings. But you're you, and even though you will never be this unrealistic perfected poet concoction of a man, you have already shown me what perfect feels like. Because, I guess to me, perfect is good and bad things coexisting in this one little life with you."

There's not another second to babble on, because Minho's easily caught your lips with his own after moving swiftly so that he hovers over the top of you. He keeps himself propped up on an arm beside your head as he depends the kiss slightly before pulling away.

His hair tickles your forehead as he breathes, shaking his head at you. "You know I love you too, right?" He says lowly, dark eyes shifting between your own. "I don't say it that often, but I am so absolutely in love with you and sometimes I just have to sit with my thoughts because I have never known what I have done to deserve you."

His deep words make your heart fill and your grin crack. You figure you must be looking at him maniacally, but you don't care - not when you lowers his head to kiss you again, the feeling one that you will never take for granted. After these months you still feel the same butterflies you felt after that very first time.

"You're sooo in love with me," you can't help but to tease when he pulls away again, watching when he shakes his head with a chuckle. "You're practically on your knees for me."

"I could be later, if you quit acting like a brat in the middle of our nice moments," he says, tilting his head and placing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. "Now, come on, cause -"

The distraction of Hyunjin and Jeongin making sex noises and kissy faces is one that you surprisingly enjoy, since it firstly means that Minho doesn't notice the way your cheeks are the same colour as your sunburn and secondly, that dinner must be ready. You successfully rope Jeongin into helping you pack up the beach stuff when Minho ends up in the midst of a physical fight with Hyunjin, the two men hollering and rolling around on the sand like children.

Whatever the issue was, you could assume Hyunjin deserved it. The two of them had been ridiculously close recently, after having talked out all their issues back when they weren't on the best of terms. You didn't know if it was just because you and Hyunjin were so close or because they'd finally had a deep discussion together, but they'd been practically inseparable the whole holiday.

Not that you are complaining - you'd take them clinging to each other over the two of them avoiding each other like the plague any day of the week.

"You and Minho hyung are cute," Jeongin goads as he folds Minho's towel, showing you his dimples and widening his eyes. "Kind of gross, but mostly cute."

You take the towel from him and shove it into your back, grabbing your water bottle and waiting for Jeongin to pick up Minho's water bottle before the two of you head towards your bedroom's balcony. "You think?"

He hums, nodding. "Everyone's been saying it all holiday. Especially Hyunjin, which is so weird. To think a couple months ago he was like your relationship's number one enemy is laughable."

You can't help but roll your eyes with a smile at the memory. "He was such a pain in the ass back then, huh?"

"Right?" Jeongin agrees, giving you a hand to help you climb over your balcony decking's railings when you reach it. "I don't know who was a bigger clock block, him or Felix."

He laughs with you when you can't help but to crack up, remembering that one time Minho was helping you dance in the practice rooms and Felix came in at the worst possible time, or when you and Minho were finally opening up to each other and Hyunjin just had to spread a rumour that wasn't true.

"Is it weird that I wouldn't change any of it?" You ask the younger boy, thanking him when he hands you the water bottle.

"Nah," he agrees, his freshly dyed bleach blonde hair (that he'd tried and failed to convince everyone he wasn't copying Hyunjin) forming waves from the sea water he hadn't washed out yet. "It's one hell of a story."

The distant calls for you both to hurry up remind you that you've got food waiting, so you lock your bedroom door and head out back again. By the time you round the corner, you spot the boys in a large circle - your boyfriend in charge of grilling the meat, whilst Felix is preparing what looks like bibimbap. Changbin's also putting together burger buns and salad as Jisung hands out the drinks Seungmin's pouring. Chan seems to be in charge of the whole orchestration, making sure everyone gets a bit of all the foods on their plate.

"You are a grand help," you say snidely to Hyunjin, the only one of them not helping, as he sprawls lazily on a deck chair by the unlit fire pit.

"I was sworn off preparations," he responds, not bothering to look at you. "I'm the visual."

Jeongin shares a look with you as you scoff, getting stuck in to helping when Chan starts handing you plates of food to place on people's seats. "You need a reality check."

"Chan?" He calls lazily.

"He's the visual," Chan shrugs as he hands you another plate, the other guys snickering. "Plus, Minho beat him up earlier."

"What was that even about?" You ask, wanting to be kept in the loop. Your boyfriend catches your eye, rolling his own in response. It's almost a shame to see he's put a t-shirt on, but the way he's rolled the sleeves up over his biceps and his cheeks flushed pink from the heat of the barbecue make you think otherwise.

Since Minho isn't giving you an answer, you turn to Hyunjin, who only gives you a smirk. He pulls his arms up by his head, resting against them. "I only told him that public sex on the beach is actually a crime, and nobody wants to see his massive -"

He doesn't get another word out, after getting hit in the face from a flying beef burger. Jeongin cracks up beside you, and you can't stifle your laugh either, especially when Chan starts shouting.

"We only have so much of them to go around!" He frets, counting out the food items with his fingers. "Stop acting like a child, Minho. Your girlfriends right there."

Minho waves at you with a grin, and you shake your head at him. Seungmin and Jisung finish pouring the drinks, making the rounds and placing them in the cup holders of each chair.

"She's just as bad as him," Seungmin scoffs, picking up a plate full of food and taking a seat beside you. "You know she made me pick out paint samples with her last week? Guess what colour she's painting her bedroom."

Your boyfriend raises you an eyebrow as he finishes passing out the rest of the meat and turns off the barbecue. It must have slipped your mind to inform him of your plans for your bedroom in the new apartment; you were still renting, but the landlord was extremely lenient and allowed you to paint wherever you wanted as long as the apartment looked how did did before you arrived when you eventually leave.

"She wants the ceiling to be pink," Seungmin groans, sending a wave of laughter through your friends. Sometimes being the only girl who regularly hung out with them sucked, and you made a mental note to at least attempt to find another female friend - preferably one who wouldn't steal your boyfriend.

"The ceiling? How are you even gonna reach that, shorty," Changbin laughs, ruffling your hair with his free hand before plonking himself in a seat next to Hyunjin, the rest of the chairs filling up pretty quickly. Minho takes the spare seat beside you, of course.

"I have a vision," you mumble inwardly, ignoring Minho's pout about how cute you were.

You had to admit, Minho's food was delicious - as was Felix's bibimbap, which wasn't to be unexpected. One of your favourite thing's about Minho was his dedication to making food for everyone, one of his love languages- though he'd never admit it out loud.

All of you eat well, chatting together about anything and everything. Hyunjin giving Felix extras from his plate when Felix had finished, the younger boy grinning at him in delight. Changbin and Chan engaging in an arm wrestle, in with Changbin dominates, of course. Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin having a beer downing competition, spluttering with laughter when Jisung almost chokes on the drink. Minho, a hand on your thigh, watching his friends eat the food he'd made for them in contempt - all of it fills your heart.

To think how miserable you had been, in a relationship you had tried so hard to keep afloat, and a friendship that ended in distrust - how different your life was now was insane.

Hyunjin distracts you from your thoughts, calling your name as he stands up. "Yo, come help me get the ice creams from my room."

You roll your eyes at his request, but inevitably agree, standing up and narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend who slaps your ass as you do so.

"Come on lazy lumps," Hyunjin taunts, calling you as you run to catch up with him walking towards his room. "These ice creams won't get themselves."

"Alright, alright," you sigh, following him into his room and taking a bundle of ice creams he pulls out the freezer. "You're so clingy recently."

He scoffs, making a disgusted face at you. "I'm not clingy," he claims, whilst you tilt your head at him. He closes the freezer with the ice cream packets in his arms, sighing. "Okay, maybe I'm a bit clingy, but you can't blame me. There was a point I thought you and Minho would never talk to me again."

"You're so dramatic," you chuckle, as the two of you walk out the room and back towards your friends. "We've been over this a million times - I don't blame you for anything, and you'd never get rid of me or Minho that easily."

"I know, I know," he says, and you notice his faint smile. The sand gets in between your toes as you walk, so you take your flip flops off to walk barefoot. "I'm just happy about how everything's turned out. Don't tell Minho I said this, but the two of you have never been happier now that you're with each other, and I was a little bitch to think otherwise."

You laugh openly at his compliment, shoving his shoulder fondly as you reach your friends, handing out the ice cream packets.

"You're not trying to get with my girl, are you Hyun?" Minho comments cheekily, which everyone collectively groans at.

"Nobody is trying to steal your girlfriend, dickwad. That joke has been used and abused," Changbin whines, which your boyfriend grins at, as if this was the desired affect of his idiotic comment. Hyunjin only sticks his tongue out at him.

"Says the one that was all over her that first night at the bar," Minho jabs back, which Changbin just smirks at.

"We get it! I'm hot!" You say confidently, scrunching up your nose when Seungmin chucks a rolled up napkin at your face. "And anyway, Changbin's taken now."

Changbin widens his eyes at you as the other boys turn to him in shock because, oh shit, that was a secret you were not supposed to share. There's a chorus of irritated yelling forced towards Changbin, and he looks at you in despair.

"You have a girlfriend?" Felix shouts, standing up and pointing at Changbin. You shoot him a sorry glance as he waves his hands.

"Yes! Okay, it's a very recent thing," he groans. "And you! You were not supposed to tell them!"

You shrug your shoulders apologetically, secretly enjoying the chaos. Minho turns to you, an intrigued smirk on his face.

"And how did you know before any of us?" He asks, no distaste in his tone, just genuine intrigue. One of your favourite things about Minho was how he could not care less about your friendships with the guys, something your ex was almost always complaining about. Minho relished in the fact you got along so well with all his friends.

"I went by Changbin's place to get him to help me fix my broken bedside table for the new place, and she called him while I was over, so it was really only a coincidence," you explain with your hands up.

"Why did you need Changbin's help?" Hyunjin questions. "Am I not good enough?"

"You don't even own a toolbox, Hyun," you say, deadpan, turning to Minho. "And you were away working, so don't start."

"I know, I don't care," he says with a grin, and you laugh at how Hyunjin is more annoyed than Minho. Minho and you had trust and he didn't mind you spending time with others, but Hyunjin was a dramatic baby whenever he wasn't involved. Realistically he just had a bad case of FOMO.

"Anyway," Chan claps, steering the conversation in a different direction. "We're all happy for you Binnie, right guys?"

There's a collective mumble of agreement which you laugh at, watching Changbin get up off of his chair. "On that note, I'm gonna call said girlfriend before the time difference gets too ridiculous. Peace out sluts."

You shake your head at him with a smile, watching as he bounds along the sand towards his room.

"That's it," Jeongin whines. "We've lost another one."

"You're just jealous since you're single," Jisung prods the younger boy, which he shrugs at.

"Yeah," he sighs. "So real."

You drown out the guys conversation, discussing relationships and what not, as you pull out your phone, scrolling your instagram feed. A photo Seungmin posted of you, Felix and Hyunjin pops up - the two boys cracking dumb poses as you laugh at them. You like the photo with a smile, continuing your scroll. The next photo that arises is of Sooyun - a ring adorned on her finger.

Her and Doha had broken up not long after she'd come to your dorm. You'd spoken to her a couple times since then when you'd bumped into each other on campus, though your friendship had never resumed. It was for the best, to stay civil yet cut ties, because she'd hurt you badly and you'd never have trust for her again.

Yet, you were happy for her. She'd gotten into a relationship with one of her family friends from your hometown a couple months after her and Doha had broken up. They'd grown up together, and you'd always suspected they'd end up with each other. You weren't surprised when you heard they were together, and after a year they'd gotten engaged. She beamed in the photo, her fiancé looking at her adoringly as she held up her hand for the camera.

You like the photo, commenting 'congrats!' before showing the photo to Minho. He smiles, knowing you were over the drama and genuinely happy for your friend.

"Maybe it's a thing," he says, tapping your knee with his fingers absentmindedly. "After someone ends their relationship with Doha, they find the love of their life."

You shake your head at him with a smile, knowing he was probably right. The last you'd heard of Doha, he'd dropped out of university and was reputably known as a cheater in your area. Luckily, you hadn't seen him since you'd broken up with him, confirming the theory that when someone isn't meant to be in your life, you'll never see them again.

"I'm fucking exhausted," Jisung yawns, stretching out his limbs. "Should we call it a night, since we're up early to swim with dolphins tomorrow?"

Hyunjin nods, standing up. "Yeah, agreed. Felix, don't you dare let me sleep in. I can't wait to swim with dolphins!"

Felix rolls his eyes, joining Hyunjin as the two of them wave before heading off to their room. Chan starts getting all of your things together as the rest of you help, folding up the chairs and taking all your rubbish from the beach. You all say goodnight to each other as you part ways, you and Minho heading back to your room.

"I love it here," you say as soon as you close the sliding doors, locking them for the night and staring out at the view. "I never want to leave. It's like paradise."

"You know," Minho says, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms round your torso. "I was thinking, after you finish your degree next year, would you want to go travelling with me for a bit? By then I'll have a fair amount of money saved, so we could go wherever you want before you settle down to work."

"Really?" You ask, turning in his embrace to blink up at him. "You want to?"

"Of course. I've thought about it for a while. It would be fun, just the two of us, exploring."

You grin, kissing him on the lips. "I'd do anything and go anywhere as long as I'm with you, you know that, right?"

He chuckles, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. "And I you. Who would have thought friends with benefits could end up like this?"

You playfully hit his shoulder before pulling him into a hug, letting him wrap his arms around you.

"Who would have thought," you agree, sighing into his embrace and thanking the universe for letting your friends with benefits situation turn into the most beautiful love.

And friends with benefits, after a year, is fully complete. I hope you all enjoyed the epilogue, even though you had to wait forever for it. This story will always have a special place in my heart - it’s the reason so many of you read my fics and found my account. Thankyou always for the interactions on this series, love always 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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[meinetranen]

A Favor.

18+ MDNI!

Satoru Gojo x female!reader

Summary: In which... Satoru wants you take away his virginity.

Warnings: There's so much stuff going on... um p in the v, unprotected sex (please us protection, this is a fanfic for christs sake), reader is known to be stubborn and grumpy, I guess—titty sucking, nipple play, dry humping, cunnelings, bj, oral (both male and female), fingering, reader is also implied to be a virgin, implied masturbating, reader is insecure, first kiss, squirting, and um... it's pretty chaotic. It's kind of friends with benefits? Reader and Satoru don't end up in the end, but...

(This is the longest thing I've ever written on Tumblr oh my lord.)

You always despised Satoru. Cocky, playful, overly confident, immature, but strategic. You hated all of it.

Why were you friends with him?

You still don't know to this day.

You shared the same class with him, Geto, and Shoko. The four of you grew close, beginning to hang out after school, going to see the movies, or going to nearby cafés to get a pastry.

And having to deal with Satoru always poking at your face, calling you names, and talking on and on just to get a rile out of you—until you eventually yell at him as he raised his arms up in surrender with a sly grin on his face.

You were used to it, and eventually, you started teasing him back, butting at each other's head just to see who could get the other to rile up first.

However, despite all of this, you both grew close, and maybe... a little too close because—

"I want you to take my virginity away," Satoru spoke so casually, standing in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets.

A tint of blush appeared on his cheeks as his crystal-blue eyes glanced away behind his sunglasses, unable to meet your eyes for the first time while pursing his lips together.

Even embarrassed to say those words, why did it sound so confident?

"What...?" It's one word. The only thing you can say at this point as heat rose to your face, and something stirred in your stomach.

Satoru cleared his throat, his short white hair ending just right above his blue eyes—the color of the ocean—the ones you always seemed to mesmerized by.

"I want you..." he took a step forward, and then another as his tall frame towered over you as you sat on the couch. "Y/N..." he continues. "To take my virginity away."

"You're joking..." you scoff, closing your book and setting it down on the table next to you, and his shadow covers your body. "Satoru, you can't say things like that—"

"I'm not joking," he firmly says, grabbing at your shoulders, forcing you to face him fully. "I'm 100% serious this time... and I want you to—of course, with your consent."

Your eyes widened, and his face was flushed with his pink lips in the form of a straight line, and surprisingly, he had a serious expression with his brows furrowed together.

You brushed his hands away, growing nervous by each passing second. "E-Even if I were to give you my consent... why me? Why choose me out of everyone else?"

This makes the sorcerer pause, and he straightens his posture, adjusting his shades. "You want be to be honest, mochi?"

Mochi. That was the nickname he gave you after you ate so many when you were visiting the pastry shop and ended up throwing up in the public restroom.

"I do," you nod, raising a brow.

He sighed. "You know how I'm popular, right?" And there he is... the typical confident bastard.

"Yeah, sure, go on." Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. "Would you just tell me already, dumbass?"

"Alright, alright, such an impatient woman." he raised his arms up in surrender, still holding that sly smirk becore it turns downwards. "Everyone thinks I've lost my virginity when I haven't—and there are people who have, and I just want to know what it feels like—I want to be able to tell me that I've had sex. When I'm older or a few years later, I want to be able to have a hookup without worrying about my virginity without embarrassing myself or doing it so bad."

There's a frown on his pink lips, and you can't help but take a quick glance at them before meeting his blue eyes.

This man...

Shaking your head again, you pinch the bridge of your nose in disbelief. "Satoru... listen to me, losing your virginity isn't even that important. I say you should wait until you get a girlfriend—"

However, Satoru was desperate, and he took a step closer, bending over to reach your level as he grasped at your shoulders—his face inching closer to yours.

"But I don't want to wait, Y/N. I... I trust you—you're the only person who I can trust you with this stuff..." he sighs, and for the first time... he looks so desperate... pleading for something when usually he doesn't have to beg to get something that he wants. "Please... i-if you don't want to... that's fine with me."

Staring at your close friend, you feel shocked, a rush of different emotions. It makes your heart flutter, think what it'd be like... to hook up with Satoru, the "strongest" man in Jujutsu High—or perhaps all of Japan.

It makes dirty thoughts appear in your mind, and you move them back in your head, disgusted and weirded out about it—even if you've thought about them before in your free time...

Though, it still confuses you from why Satoru would want you—out of all people to take his virginity, when he could've chosen anyone else, but he trusts you... and that makes you happy, but you can't help but feel a little nervous.

You've never had sex before, and all you've ever done is masturbated in the comfort of your room, thinking about whatever pleases you, and trying to stay quiet.

So, surely, this was a big step, and you were nervous, almost frightened about what it'd be like to have sex... because he'd have to see you naked... hear your sounds and—you brushed it off, not wanting to make it worse.

"I know you haven't done it either," Satoru adds, and he remembers this after you two got into a deep conversation one night when it was just the two of you hanging out. "And maybe... maybe it's a little better that since we trust each other—know each other, we can experience it, and try it."

Gulping down a lump in your throat, it suddenly felt dry, not knowing that Satoru was able to have an effect on you like this.

You think about it, and it takes you minutes that feel like hours, and you bite the inside of your cheek all the while you and Satoru hold eye contact, and he's too close.

You can practically feel his breath on your face.

"If I agree..." you begin. "You have to promise me something." In return, he nods. "You won't mention this to anyone—not even Suguru. Second, if there's a point where we have to stop... we have to stop, okay? No forcing one another."

Satoru nods and hums to each word you say, and there's a serious look on his face—one that's determined, to say the least.

"I understand. I promise you." with a firm nod, he reaches his pinky out, and you practically roll your eyes as your pinky wraps around his as he smirks.

"Then it's a deal," you said.

"It's a deal," he repeats, smirking slyly as he pulls his hand away. "So, when do you wanna do it?"

You glance away, almost forgetting that you had agreed to something as crazy as this. "Are you free this weekend?"

"Yeah, probably." Standing up straight, he tilts his head to the side, placing one hand inside of his pocket. "I think I can figure out a way to get the Elders off my back."

"Unbelievable," you scoff.

"What?" he grins in return. "Disappointed we can't do it so soon?"

"Satoru, if you don't shut up, I'm going to smack the shit out of you," you warn, glaring at him.

"Oh, please. I'd like to see you try," he teases. "It's not like you can get past my infinity either way."

"Have you even gotten the hang of it yet?" you retort, sitting up straight, and when he pouts, you have your answer. "Thought so."

"Alright, mochi," Satoru sighs. "Okay, does this Friday work for you at around... 6:30 pm?"

"Yes..." you reply. "Whose house...?"

"You okay with mine?" he smirks, and you want to punch it off his face.

You look away. "I guess."

The smirk on Satoru's face remains, and he takes a quick run through of your body before meeting your eyes.

"I'll see you then."

The day arrives, and you can't help but feel anxious while tugging on the collar of your school uniform, clenching your handbag tighter.

Ringing the doorbell, you tap the food, wanting to get things over with, but flashes of possibilities appear in your head, making your heart race.

Stop thinking about it, damn it... you think in your head, hearing the distant sounds of the tress ruffling in the background.

The door opens, revealing Satoru in his school uniform as well, rubbing the back of his head, not knowing who it was until he looked up, grinning at you like a madman.

"So you really are willing to do it, huh, mochi?" he leans against the doorframe.

"Shut up," you grumble, putting your attention on something else. "May I come in?" he steps aside, signaling for you to do so.

Inside, you took off your shoes, lining them by the front door before sliding on some slippers Satoru had given you as the two of you walk further into his house.

You've been to his house a couple of times. He lived by himself, but he had a few staff members. It was by the Elders that gave him this home, and it was a traditional Japanese house. It wasn't too big, but it was a nice house to live in luxury in.

So, Satoru was mostly alone.

"Where is the staff?" you ask, looking around in the hallways, and find it quiet by the way your footsteps hit against the wood.

"I let them go home early." Satoru looked over his shoulder, another smug expression on his face. "I thought it would be better if we were alone."

You rolled your eyes. "How wonderful."

However, you realized you both weren't going to his bedroom immediately but instead went into the living room, sitting down on the couch.

It was confusing, but it sent a relief towards you.

"I thought we could do something instead of getting straight to it," Satoru said, raising his arms and setting them on the top of the couch and manspreading his legs.

You couldn't help but take a quick glance.

"Oh, really, why?" you snapped your head back from your thoughts, leaning back on the couch with your hands together in your lap.

"'Cause you're nervous." the white-haired man points at your hands, and you look down, seeing that they were shaking.

"Curse your Six Eyes," you mutter. "But aren't you nervous?"

He stays silent for a moment. "I am, a little, but at least you're here with me for it." He nudged your shoulder.

"Oh, I'm so flattered." you can't believe him at this point, but then again, you can't believe everything.

Satoru chuckles, grabbing the remote off of the coffee table and turning on the TV. "What movie do you wanna watch? Or you wanna watch a romance film?"

He wiggled his brows, a cheeky smile on his face.

"No," you plainly said. "Let's just watch a regular TV show."

Grabbing the remote from him, you switched the channels until you landed on a familiar TV show called Sailor Moon.

"I guess we're watching this then." you let out a deep sigh, leaning back on the couch.

"Alright then," he chuckles.

About a few minutes into the film, you and Satoru eventually cuddle. You rested your head on his shoulder with his free arm wrapping around your frame.

The characters talk in the background, and it's loud with the TV sound bouncing off the walls, echoing throughout the home.

Yet, you find yourself staring at Satoru, glancing at him a couple of times, admiring his features. His cold-blue eyes focused on the screen behind his shades, and his short white hair stopped right above his eyes.

When you'd look away, it was Satoru's turn to look at you. He knew that you were taking several glances at him, and he'd put on a grin, but there were butterflies in his stomach.

He examined every beauty mark, freckle, or scar on your face, and watched how you slightly tilt your head to the side when watching the kids show. It made his lips curl upwards a little, seeing how focused you were—biting your lip in the meantime.

Until, both of your eyes met a couple of times, and this time, you held it, glancing down to each other's lips and then back to one another's eyes.

Suddenly, Satoru inched closer, and so were you as your hands slid up his shoulders—removing his sunglasses to take a better view of his eyes as he smiled by your actions.

For the first time, his lips are on yours, and one of his hands cupped your face, tracing the skin under your eye as you closed your eyes.

The least to say was that it was an okay kiss, but there was some practice that could've been done.

"How was that?" Satoru whispers, and there's blush on his cheeks. This was a rare scene.

"Part your lips a little," you reply, noses brushing.

Taking your advice, Satoru went down again, meeting your lips as he parted his just like you said. The kiss wasn't soft or quick anymore—it was longer, passionate as you pulled each other closer, not wanting to let go.

One of his hands rested on your thigh, boldly climbing upwards to the edge of your skirt, and he was bold enough to lick your lips before sliding his tongue in, colliding with yours.

Both of you were breathing raggedly—the kiss growing heated and tense in just a few minutes after getting the hang of it.

Satoru's hand slid up under your skirt, but you quickly stepped him, pulling away.

"What's the matter?" he took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to face him.

"I'm nervous," you say.

"I know."

"Yeah, but..." you exhaled through the nose, closing your eyes before opening them. "I'm nervous you won't like the way my body looks... I'm nervous that you won't like it—that you'll be disgusted or—"

Satoru interrupts you with a kiss, and when he pulled away, he was smirking.

"Y/N, I don't think I'll ever be disgusted by you, ever." He caressed your cheek. "You're pretty, and every time I look at you... I'm glad my Six Eyes can take in every little detail about you... 'cause then I know what you like—" he dipped down, whispering in your ear "—and knowing which area on your body is blocked off to others, but knowing I was the one man that saw it once."

Your breath hitched.

So, you let his hand travel under your skirt, meeting the lace of your panties—and you made sure to wear a matching set for this—and you could see his eyes growing wide a little. He was also in disbelief.

Leaning down, Satoru's lips grazed over your neck, and they tickled your skin, making you shudder slightly.

No wonder they called it the sweet spot.

"Can I touch you more?" he whispers into your ear.

"Yes... please." you tilt your head back, staring at the ceiling.

Satoru couldn't help but grin at your desperate needs, and he trailed kissing down your neck. He removed his hand from under your skirt and went to your breasts—squeezing them through your uniform.

A faint moan escapes your lips, biting on the bottom part. Your hands squeezed his shoulders in return, and enjoyed this new sense of pleasure.

"Does it feel nice?" Satoru asks against your neck, and his hand fondled your breast a little harder.

"Y-Yes..." you reply, breathing labord.

Gently, he pushes you down on the soft cushions, hovering above you, and leans back—taking a second to examine yourself.

Your lips were a little swollen, and his thumb brushed over it, making his own lips part. Your eyes—half-lidded, masking behind a look of desire and satisfaction.

"Look at you..." he whispers seductively. "So needy. I never knew I could have such an effect on you, mochi."

That bastard. One minute, he was blushing, showing a bit of vulnerability, and now here he was, smirking down upon you with pride filling up at his chest.

Of course, you couldn't admit that he was right about this. You can't deny the heat crawling in your inner thighs, how your pussy throbs, and your walls clench around nothing.

All because of Satoru.

"Don't go over your head," you murmur, and he grabs at your hips.

He laughs lightly. "But you can't resist me."

His lips crash against yours again, and your arms sneak around his torso, running his chest atop of yours.

In need of friction, you grind your hips against his, and it makes him groan in response—beginning to do the same thing as he met your hips in return, grinding his growing erection against your clothed core.

Satoru's fingers touch the buttons to the top of your uniform, and begin undoing each one as his hands shake a little.

Removing the top, he throws it onto the tatami mat, and his eyes are transfixed by the sight of your bar upper body—your bra, the only item covering your breasts.

"You're so much prettier like this," he praises, kissing your lips.

His hands went to both of your breasts, squeezing them, and you moaned in response as your fingers played with the buttons to his uniform, unbuttoning each piece as the material slid off his body—down to the floor.

His upper body was exposed in all its glory, and the tip of your fingers traced over the lines of his muscles as his biceps flexed by your touch as he squeezed your breasts.

"Like what you see?" Satoru smirked.

You roll your eyes. "Don't ruin the moment."

"Fine by me," he murmured against your lips, and his fingers went to the back of your bra, playing with the clip of your bra, but struggling.

"You need help?" you cocked a brow.

"No—" he grunted, trying again. "I almost have—"

You raised a hand up to stop him dead in his tracks, and he listened. You take your fingers in yours, guiding them to the clip or your bra and helping him remove it as the straps fell off your shoulders, sliding down to expose your breasts.

You looked away, trying to hide them, but Satoru quickly stopped you, pulling your hands away to get a better look at your breasts.

"You look more beautiful like this," he murmurs, leaning his head down as his hot breath trickled your breasts.

Suddenly, Satoru captured one nipple into his mouth, sucking on the bud as a moan leaves your lips, grabbing a fistful of his white hair that made him groan in response.

"Fuck..." you whimper, grinding your clothed pussy against his crotch again for friction, and he moaned, moving with yours.

His free hand toyed with your other nipple, pinching, and fondling with the flesh as he peers up at you, admiring your reactions.

It didn't last long when Satoru's lips pulled away from your nipple, making a "pop" sound. Instead, he trailed his lips down to your stomach, right above your belly button.

The sensation of his lips tickled your skin when he made contact—and you knew immediately where he was trying to go.

A soft gasp escapes your lips, squirming beneath him—forcing him to pull back.

"What's the matter?" he asked, grinning. "Ah, you're sensitive, are you?"

"Shut up," you grumble.

"You know—" Satoru grabbed your waist, holding you down securely as his lips moved down right above the hem of your skirt. "—despite being all grumpy and stubborn... you're sensitive... and now I wonder how you're gonna react when I my lips reach your pussy."

Your eyes widened, and you covered your face with your hands in embarrassment in an attempt to hide away.

He chuckles at that. "Thought so."

Grabbing the hem of your skirt, the white-haired man tugs it down, taking his time as the material slides off of your body before discarding it onto the floor with the rest.

In full view, he gazed down at your damped panties, seeing the wet spot that formed on the fabric by his doings.

In embarrassment, you closed your legs, but Satoru grabbed at them, forcing them open.

"Nuh-uh, open those pretty legs," he smirks, bringing his face back to your level.

His hand snakes over your thigh as he holds your gaze, feeling successful by the sight of your eyes glancing away or the sight of embarrassment and shyness plastered on your face—the complete opposite of your grumpiness.

"Have you tried touching yourself?" as Satoru asks this, his fingers play with the edge of your panties, slowly tugging them down.

You spare him a glance, wondering why he would ask such a thing, and you didn't respond.

"Don't make me repeat myself, angel." Angel. That was new. "Have you tried touching yourself?"

You nod. "Yes."

"Tell me, what do you like." It wasn't a question. It was a demand.

His fingers slipped under your panties, meeting your dripping cunt, and you gasped, gripping at his shoulders.

In the past, sometimes you and Satoru would have sex conversations about random stuff. About different parts of males and females—things that give them pleasure.

So, safe to say, Satoru knew where those things were on a woman's body—but he needed someone to guide him—such as yourself.

Bringing a hand down, you take his thumb, pressing it against your clitoris—and just from the light pressure made your breath hitch. You can't believe you needed Satoru this bad.

"Put some pressure on it..." you state, and he holds your gaze. "And rub it gently—not too fast."

Satoru listens, and his thumb does what you say, and his cold-blue eyes watch your reactions the entire time.

You gasp and faintly moan. It felt nice—wonderful, and Satoru was doing a good job (shockingly), and it was satisfying—feeding into your needs with your eyes wide.

Satoru leaned down, capturing your lips with his, and he swallows up the sweet sounds you make as his tongue collides with yours.

Getting an idea, his thumb continues rubbing against your sensitive bud as his finger rubs between your wet folds—making you moan. So, he inserts a finger.

Gasping, you arch your back, moaning in response, and the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around his finger excites him.

"How many fingers can you take?" he murmurs against your lips.

"T-Two..." you reply, but it'll hurt a little from being stretched out even from that.

Satoru slides in a second finger, pumping them in and out of your dripping pussy, and your nails dug into his shoulders.

"Curl your fingers a little—" you pant, and again, he listens, making you cry out in pleasure. "Fuck—"

He kissed your cheek, his fingers pumping in and out of at a steady pace with them curled. He placed a little more pressure on your clitoris, and it leaves you squirming.

His lips grazed over your ear as he whispered, "You make such pretty sounds. I wonder what you'll sound like when I have my cock inside that tight pussy of yours."

The way he was talking to you sent a new sense of pleasure down your core. He had never talked to you this way before and... it turned you on. It made your walls clamp down around him more.

It made you go into your fantasies... wondering how it would feel like with Satoru inside of you, fucking in and out of you with his sounds right against your ear.

All these thoughts... the pleasure grew within you, and soon enough—

"Satoru, I'm—!" you gasp. the pleasure washes over your entire body, leaving you trembling and panting heavily as you arch your back, pressing your chest against his.

Satoru raised his brows at the sight of you, moaning in pleasure when you orgasm, and he enjoyed the sight.

He wanted to see that again.

Over and over—

Again.

He pulled his fingers out, examining your juices sticking between his digits as he grinned, seeing how they glistened under the dimlight.

"How'd I do?" he pulls his attention back to you.

"Better than I expected," you nod, catching your breath.

Sitting up, Satoru helps you, resting his hand on the small of your back.

However, something caught your eye. Looking down at Satoru's crotch, you saw his growing bulge, and your eyes widened at the sight.

He was big.

Satoru notices this. "You can touch it if you want," and despite him grinning, his cheeks have a tint of blush.

"What?" you snap your head back at him.

"You heard me." he leaned down, his breath hot on your face.

Gulping down a lump in your throat, your hand hesitantly touched his bulge, using your palm to squeeze it gently.

Satoru responds with a groan. "Shit..."

You never expected this, but you undid his belt, sliding it off as the metal clanked when hitting the floor, and unzipped his pants.

You didn't realize how much you were shaking when you looked down at your hands.

Sliding off his pants—including his boxers, you gaze down, eyes growing wide at the sight of his cock sprung free.

He was 6.5 inches at least, and fairly thick—but not too thick, and his pink tip was leaking with pre-cum.

It made your mouth water.

You were about to reach your hand out when you stopped yourself. "Can I...?"

He nods. "Go ahead."

Your hand wrapped around his length, your thumb brushing over his tip as the pre-cum sticked to your digit as you began pumping him up and down.

"Fuck..." Satoru pants out, squinting his eyes as he bit his bottom lip.

Taking your other free hand, he moves it to his balls and makes you squeeze them gently.

Listening to his wishes, you squeeze his balls a little harder while pumping his hard cock up and down, slowly picking up the pace, but not too fast.

"Just like that... good girl," he praises, and something inside of you shuddered at the way he called you that.

He leaned down, kissing you passionately as your hands kept working, panting heavily into his mouth.

Pulling away, you kissed his neck, hearing him sigh in satisfaction before lowering your head down.

"What're you—" Satoru doesn't finish his question when he moans once your warm tongue licked his tip and tasted his pre-cum.

Slowly, you open your mouth wider, taking in his cock, bobbing your head up and down, and feeling his tip hitting the back of your throat.

Your saliva ran down his length, and Satoru's fingers grasped at your hair, pulling on the strands as he helped guide you take his cock in your mouth.

Sucking him off, your hand also fondled with his balls like he said earlier and peered up at him.

He looked so pretty. His face flushed pink, and his lips part, breathing heavily as he met your eyes, looking so vulnerable and flushed.

You tried to take on how full length without gagging, and when he did, he praised, "Atta girl, what a good girl." You don't know why or how, but when he praised you like that it made your pussy turn into a waterfall.

Pulling away for breath, you gasp, saliva trailing down your chin as your eyes met.

"Good girl," Satoru praised again, grabbing your chin as he leaned down to kiss you, getting a taste of himself.

"How'd I do?" your breath was short.

"Really good," he nods. "Never knew a girl Iike you could do such a thing."

"Oh, really?" you cocked a brow. "I never knew a boy like you could even a girl an orgasm."

"But I did," he firmly replies, smirking. "I gave you, angel, one. In exactly under five minutes."

Damn it, he was right.

"I bet you can't even make me squirt," you huff, looking away.

Satoru blushed, and for a moment, he was thinking about it before he said—

"I bet I can."

You snap your head back in his direction. "You couldn't."

Out of the blue, Satoru pushed you to lay down back on the couch, grabbing at your hips as you yelp with his grip pulling you towards him.

"Oh, I think I really can." he lowers his head down, and before you could say anything else, he licks his tongue between your lips.

Spiders crawl at your skin, and you hitched in a gasp. Immediately, you squeezed your thighs around his head, trying to somehow push him away from embarrassment, but—

"Don't even," he purred, forcing your legs apart as he brought your knees to rest on his shoulders. "I want you to spread your legs for me."

Parting his lips, he sucked on your clitoris, and you moaned, arching your back.

He inserts two fingers inside of you again, curdling them like you said. He remembered those past sex conversations you two would have—and he recalled you mentioning a "g-spot," and so, he made his fingers brush over it.

Doing this, your jaw agapes, crying out in pleasure as your hand lowers down to his white strands of hair, tugging on the soft locks.

He licked your juices, humming in satisfaction. His blue eyes peered over at you, watching your pleasure face of rapture. His nose brushed against your clitoris, and he couldn't get enough.

"You taste so sweet..." Satoru groans quietly, closing his eyes for a moment, focusing on his fingers moving in and out you—curling against your g-spot. "You look so fucking beautiful when I eat your pussy... I should do this more often 'cause you become so soft for me..."

I should do this more often.

Satoru wanted to do it again with you. It made you a little surprised nonetheless, but it excited in you in some way. Not just how he pleasures you—but also by his words.

You never knew Satoru could say such dirty, sensual things, but you didn't mind. It was amusing, and it made your stomach flutter.

"Wait, 'Toru—" you breathe passionately, and there's an unknown feeling growing in your stomach that you've never felt before.

It felt like you needed to... pee?

"'Toru!" you exclaim in pleasure, and without knowing, that pleasure releases as you squirt right in front of Satoru.

Gasping, you look down in embarrassment, and around Satoru's lips, mouth, and some parts of his cheeks were covered in your essence with his eyes slightly wide.

Heat created up to your face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't— you were cut off.

"Don't be embarrassed," he gave you a reassuring smile that turned to a grin. "I told you I could do it."

You glance away, still embarrassed.

"In fact..." Satoru grasps at your hips, pulling your dripping cunt closer to his face. "Give me one more, angel. You can do that for me, can't you?"

Before you could protest; his mouth is back on your wet pussy.

☆☆☆

After reaching your release for the third time, Satoru finally pulls away.

The both of you were panting heavily, coming out in short breaths as you met one anothers gaze after the whole ordeal.

Your pussy was puffy, and you felt exhausted.

"Had enough?" you breathe out, unable to move on the couch.

Satoru chuckles. "Yeah, of this..."

He leans down, his lips brushing over yours, grasping at your hips with his thumb tracing circles on the bone.

"You ready?"

Oh.

You raise your brows, and you feel as if your heart is about to burst out of your chest in any given moment.

You were going to lose your virginity.

To Satoru Gojo.

And he would lose his virginity.

To you.

Nodding, your throat feels dry, gulping down your saliva to help moisture it. "Yeah, I guess I am. Are you, at least?"

"Yeah," Satoru nods, looking deeply into your eyes, as if trying to see into your soul. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Yes," you firmly reply. "I mean, we've already come this far... so why stop now? And you...?"

He chuckles softly. "You're right. I'm ready."

Satoru presses his body weight more on top of you, his forehead leaning against yours as you hold eye contact. His hands hold your hip and thigh, trying to soothe you.

"You told me it hurts a little at first, right?" he questions, recalling what you've told him before in past conversations.

"Correct," you nod. "Go slow."

"I will," he whispers.

Grasping at his cock, Satoru lines the tip at your entrance, giving you one last look to check on your approval, and you do. You nod.

Slowly, he slides the tip of his cock in, and you gasp, holding his shoulders.

Groaning, you squint your eyes, and your short breaths tangle with his as you look into each other's eyes, taking in the moment that's happening in both of your lives.

Tears blur your vision. It did hurt. "I-I can't—"

"You can do it, angel," Satoru encourages, and he pushes further inside of you as you gasp and groan in both pain and pleasure. "You can do it—shit..."

He pushes in farther, and he's already fully in. You feel so tight and warm around his cock, and he doesn't want to pull out.

"Can I move?" he queried, kissing your cheek.

You nod, clinging to him.

Again, slowly, Satoru begins thrusting in and out of you, and it felt so good—he wondered how and why it felt so... wonderful. Why hadn't he done it earlier?

A faint moan leaves your lips, and the pleasure overpowers the pain as your pussy is stretched out by his thick cock.

He moans along with you, and you hold each other's gaze for the whole time, moving as one as Satoru begins to quicken his pace, grasping at your hips.

Your nails dug in his back, and he groans, meeting your lips into a fiery kiss as your sweet sounds mixed with his.

"'Toru..." you whimper, closing your eyes.

"You're taking me so well..." Satoru praises, placing multiple kisses on your lips and then your neck. "Such a good girl—so tight."

You take one of your hands off his back, cupping his face to meet his crystal-blue eyes.

But something appears in your head.

"Satoru..." you call out, narrowing your eyes. "Did you put on a condom?"

This makes his eyes widen, and he doesn't stop his thrusts. He looks down, watching his cock moving in and out you—covered in your juices with no protection on.

"Nope," he simply says, and he gives you a smile.

"Satoru!" you scold. "I'm not even on birth control."

He grins, kissing your jaw. "It's okay. I'll pull out."

"You better—fuck!" you wail in pleasure when he suddenly thrusts deeper into you—his tip hitting against your cervix.

The conversation is dropped, and the two of you focus on the pleasure of intimacy.

You grasp at his back again, your nails clawing at his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind by his hisses of satisfaction, thrusting faster into you.

Both of your bodies are covered in sweat, and your skin rubs and sticks to one another's as the sound of your juices squelch from his cock going in and out of you.

The pleasure builds inside you again, spreading all over your body as you scream his name, reaching your orgasm as you cum on his cock.

"I love it when you scream my name," Satoru whispers, biting on your earlobe.

It doesn't take long for him as well as he starts pounding into you harder with desperate needs as his abs flex, and he holds your hips hard.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" in time, Satoru pulls out, cumming on your stomach as the white, thick liquid rests on your abdomen.

Satoru plops on top of you, and you both breathe heavily. You both stay still, unable to move after your actives that must've been... more than a few hours at this point.

"How do you feel?" you're breathless, combing your fingers through his white hair.

He enjoys your touch, resting his head on your chest as he sighs. "Amazing. It felt so good—you felt so good."

You chuckle. "Yeah, it was amazing. I... oh my god."

"What?" he lifts his head up to look at you, cocking a brow.

"I can't believe I lost my virginity to you, Satoru Gojo," you say in disbelief.

He laughs loudly. "I know you don't regret it, and I don't regret losing mine to you."

It's silent for a moment, and you hold each other's gaze, wondering what the other was thinking, but the two of you agree on—

"You down for another round?" Satoru smirks.

"Yeah," you smile.

You and Satoru are in a nearby pharmacy after the two of you finish hours and hours of sex, and it's already past midnight.

Your legs are still shaking.

Walking around the pharmacy, you stroll between aisles, looking for birth control and a few condoms that Satoru can wear—instead of forgetting to buy one or even use one—

"¥7,419.30 ($50) for birth control??" you quietly exclaim, turning to look at Satoru in shock.

"Hmm?" he takes his hand out of his pockets, taking the item in his hold while examining the piece behind his shades, chuckling. "Guess the world wants women to have children, huh?"

You roll your eyes. "I guess... I don't want to pay that much for plan b... God, I guess I have to."

Before you could walk to the cashier, Satoru grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against his chest as he stares down at you.

"I'll tell you what," he begins. "I'll pay for condoms and plan b... if you promise to hook up with me again."

Your eyes widened, and you thought you would never do this again with Satoru. You only thought it was just for him to lose his virginity—but maybe he was pussy drunk—?

He did love your pussy the moment he licked and fingered it the first time.

"Deal," you smile, nodding in agreement.

[iamaburnedgiftedartkid]

Run, Chapter 6

Warnings - Mentions of Past Physical Violence, Physical Injuries, Minor Injury Description

You go to the shop and get bored and have a customer act weird because of your injuries. You help Wanda out and find out her brother is expected back tomorrow.

Sorry it's been so long I wish for no more curveballs. I'd just like to say thank you to anyone who still stuck around waiting.

You make your way into the bathroom, quickly changing into a gray henley and black jeans. You avoid the mirror, every bruise, cut, and burn threatens to drown you and drag you back to the moment they were inflicted. You try to avoid the cuts on your arms even as the sound of the beer bottle striking your face fills your ears with your heart beat, deep breath, focus. You pull your sunglasses out of your jacket pocket and slide them on. They don’t completely hide your face but they do hide enough to elevate some of your anxiety. You steel myself with a deep breath and head back into the bay. 

When you enter you see Bucky, Steve, and Wanda all talking quietly together, you can’t hear them but their bodies are tight with anger. You slow down, not sure if you should go to them but Steve looks up at you and straightens. You slump your shoulders, I probably left a bad impression with that customer. Everyone turns to look at you and you look toward the ground as you get closer to the group, “Sorry”, you say while fidgeting with your fingers. 

“Why do you have sunglasses on?” Bucky asks while crossing his arms over his chest. Wanda’s hand reaches for yours, stopping you from tearing at the skin on your fingers. “What happened up front earlier?” Wanda gently asks while rubbing circles onto your hand. Wanda tugs  at your hand and you look at her. “Why didn’t you tell me what that asshole said to you?” Wanda pry’s. You look back down unable to fidget, “it’s my own fault, I shouldn't have been up there. I-I just didn’t want to bother you while you were on the phone so I went up front. I’m sorry.” Steve lifts one of his hands to his head and sighs, you start trembling and take a step away from them, “I’m sorry I di-didn’t mean to mess anything up.” You frantically get out while raising your hands in surrender.  

“Hey.” Bucky says coming toward you and  grabbing your shoulder causing you to squeak out a panicked sound. Your eyes shoot to his in fear and you try not to cry but your breathing picks up, “Hey” Bucky says in a gentler tone while rubbing circles on your shoulder. “You did nothing wrong Doll. That guy is a dick. You can tell us if something like that happens okay? We’re not going to get mad at you or balm you.” Bucky finishes. 

You're shocked, “You’re not mad at me?” You glance at all of them, Wanda and Steve shake their heads. You look back at Bucky,”No I'm not and nobody else is.” He  says softly. The air whooshes out of you and a bit of hysterical laugh comes out, “I feel like I’m crazy.” You say quietly to yourself but in a quiet garage you might as well have shouted it. Bucky looks behind him to everyone else and Wanda, her eyes to yours, “I think you’re just traumatized, we can work on it.” She says. You're so taken aback by everything that is going  on you just shake your head in agreement. They all share another look and Wanda steps up to you, “Alright now that, that is all sorted. Me and you are headed back to the clubhouse to make lunch and take a break for a bit.” You look at Steve and Bucky and they both nod, “We’ll be there in about an hour for lunch.” Steve says, giving you a smile. 

“Alright” you say looking back  toward Wanda, who beams at you and excitedly drags you toward the back exit to where they park their bikes. You know Steve’s and Bucky’s bikes which just leave the Harley Davidson Sportster in burgundy that has runes on the tank that spell something out you can’t read. Wanda sees you eyeing her bike, “It says ‘Scarlet Witch’, it’s a nickname I have.” She says with a grin. You Smile back at her as she walks over and puts her helmet on. You wait for her to gesture for you to get on the back before hopping on behind her.

The ride back to the clubhouse was the same as last night. You and Wanda pull up and you see Chuck working outside. You get off the bike keeping your head down and following Wanda, when you glaze in his direction he looks at you in pure anger. I look away and follow into the club house. 

Wanda and you head into the kitchen where she starts talking excitedly about her brother returning tomorrow. “Where was he?” you ask a small pulling at your lips at her excitement. She pauses in pulling food out of lunch before turning toward you and stepping very close whispering in your ear, “you can't tell anyone.” she pulls back to look you in the eyes and you nod. She leans back into you, “He’s been undercover with a rival gang.” she whispers before turning around and continuing to excitedly talk about his return tomorrow and how there will be a party. 

You stay frozen  for a moment before your mind and catch up to the whiplash in the change of her talking. You walk up to her at the counter, “What are we making for lunch?” you say with a smile. She smiles  back at you, “Since we’re having a party tomorrow we will keep it simple with sandwiches, salad, and soup.” She says while pulling out what has to be 10 pounds of bread. She goes into what will be known as ‘mission mode’. She directs you around the kitchen with ease  even though you are a bit clumsy. She is right there to help you along with encouragement. Before you know it people have started coming into the kitchen and you and Wanda are done. You smile excitedly at one another before Wanda has a wooden spoon in her hand and in directing everyone like she was the first night you got here.

[daylo9]

Under the Rain

This is a short story I wrote instead of cleaning my room and sleeping

If you see any mistakes, kindly comment. Thank you <3

WARNING: It's a little sad, but who on Tumblr doesn't have a sad life

It's fall again. A year has passed already since I was last here, and yet I came back, exactly one year later. It's getting late, but I don't move. My gaze fixes on the bench in front of me. I can almost see myself sitting there, drenched, staring into the void. I didn't cry then, but the rain masked my face. I used to come here often, but I wasn't alone back then. He was always by my side. He always supported me, always saw the good in people. He had this way of making everyone feel special, like they were the most important person in the world. Whenever dad would come home drunk and try to hit me, he protected me. Mom loved him so much. She didn't pay attention to me, she only cared about him. And that was fine. I don't care if she doesn't love me. I wouldn't care even if she'd discard me and only talk to him, as long as he could stay here. He was perfect and deserved to live more than anyone else. I was always a little jealous, I admit, and sometimes I wonder if I could have avoided it if I were more grateful for what I had, because I had everything. I was a spoiled child, even though I had very little money. I was spoiled with love. His love. It was beautiful. It was unconditional, warm, gentle, like a mother's love is supposed to be. And I took it for granted. Tears start rolling down my face. I can no longer stand. I sit down and start crying. It took a whole year for the tears to finally come out.

A year ago. That was the first time I came here alone. I still texted him, like I always did: "Meet at the usual spot? We have a lot to catch up on." "Sure, I'm on my way. I miss you." He didn't say that. My phone remained quiet. I didn't expect a message from him, but I was hoping, I was secretly hoping that he would show up if I waited long enough. That it was someone else who jumped off a building. That the newspapers would talk about another tragedy, that another girl would sit on a bench waiting for her brother who wouldn't show up. And I hated myself for that. I was always jealous. I used to be jealous of him, and now that I was the only child in the family, it didn't feel good at all. Now I was jealous again. Jealous of another girl who texted her brother to meet at their usual spot and received a message from him that said: Sure, I'm on my way. I miss you.

I stayed up all night. The rain kept pouring down my face, my hair and clothes got drenched, but I just kept waiting. Waiting for him to come up behind me and surprise me and laugh with me and give me a little present, another necklace, another book, another pair of sunglasses shaped like hearts; and hug me and not let go until I tickle him and he has to loosen his grip, and take me to my favourite coffee shop and order two hot chocolates with marshmallows and tell me about his silly co-workers and his boyfriend; and I would tell him about mom and how much she misses him and he would get a little hot chocolate on his face and it would look like a moustache and he would impersonate his boss and speak in a really deep voice and I would laugh so hard I'd choke on my hot chocolate and he would laugh too and he would take a napkin and wipe my face and smile. I would see a hint of sadness in his eyes and I would ask what happened, and he would say that he wishes he could be here every day and watch me grow and that he had missed me so much, and I would get a little sad too, and then he would throw a marshmallow at me and laugh and I would forget the sadness. And at that moment, I would be the happiest person in the world.

I remember when my doll broke. It was my favourite doll, I always had her by my side. And one day, her arm broke off. I was four years old back then. I cried silently, I didn’t want to disappoint mom because the doll she bought me was broken. When he saw me crying in the corner of my room, he took my doll and I was so scared he was going to tell on me, but instead, he took out mom’s sewing set and started to sew the arm back on. He didn’t say a single word, he just hugged me and gave me back my doll. Or once, when I was in third grade, I failed the test and I was devastated. When my brother noticed that something was wrong, he read through my answers and he highlighted all the answers I got right. It was more than I expected. Then, when I calmed down, he explained everything to me and wrote a new test for me. I got everything right. I’ve never been more proud of myself.

Even if my brother is no longer alive, he’s still present in my life, especially since I started working at my favourite coffee shop. My manager is really nice. She let me name a table after him, the table we always sat at. There is an inscription there that this was his favourite table, and sometimes, when people ate there. they left some flowers on the table. Today, I gave away free cups of hot chocolate to the two kids sitting at his table. I saw their faces brighten and it reminded me of the old times.

He once told me that he wouldn't be here forever and that I should find someone else who will support me when he's gone. I called him silly and told him that he would always be the only one who understands me and loves me and it would stay that way forever. That was the last time I saw him. Mom was devastated. There was nothing I could do to help her. She never listens to me and sits in her room for days. During the first few days, she didn't eat or sleep. She is empty, she is nothing without her son. And I, too, soon realized that I am nothing, absolutely nothing, without my brother. Then my brother's final words finally made sense. He wanted me to have a backup, so when he's gone, I wouldn't be like mom. So that whenever I look at someone, my eyes wouldn't be lifeless and empty, like hers. He had a loving mother and sister. He had a nice job. But he had no father. That couldn't possibly be the reason why he-

I never understood why he did it. So many sleepless nights went into trying to figure out his reasons. Nothing. He seemed so happy... Fall used to be our favourite season. We would play in the leaves and drink hot chocolate and watch the raindrops on the windows. But now, fall is sad and empty. I would rather lose a whole season than my dear brother. I would do anything to undo it. I know what it feels like to have the only leaf on my tree suddenly turn yellow and fall to the ground and I wish I didn't, but I can't get the image out of my head. The image of my brother, falling and hitting the ground, the last thing he sees being the clouds and the raindrops around him.

Someone is standing in front of me. It's a man holding an umbrella. He's talking to me, but I can't hear him. I can only hear the thud of my brother's body hitting the ground. The person comes closer. He sits down next to me. I look at him. The image in my head vanishes. "-but whatever it is that made you so sad, I'm sure it shouldn't consume you like this. You know, it's extremely unhealthy. Don't let it define you. There will always be some little things that will make your life just a little better", he says softly. He holds his umbrella over my head and for the first time, I can feel a little warmth. Like a little fireplace, the kind of fireplace where you can sit and drink hot chocolate with marshmallows. I'm sitting next to him, next to the little fire. I look at him, and somewhere behind the curtain of curly hair, there is a piece of my brother. And when I recognize the look in his eyes, I finally feel at home again.

[mugeesworld]

Sorry to keep talking about Phinks lol but your new theme has me imagining

One of the spiders needs him for something important and remembers he said he’d be at his girlfriends place. So they walk in only to find him in a sanriogirls utopia that’s so pink and cute and glittery it takes them a second to process him sitting on the couch surrounded with plushes and throw pillows with his gf playing animal crossing sticking out like a sore thumb as a large tough looking dude next to his chubby head to toe pink clad gf who’s explaining to him how to properly decorate the garden in her AC village.

I could also see his gf giving him little subtle things like socks with Badtz-Maru on them to wear so he has a little piece of him that matches with her

BAHHAHAHAHAH

YES OMG. THAT'S SO PERFECT. and please keep telling me if you want. I love phinks🙏.

The socks idea is so funny and cute cause imagine if he takes his shoes off to get comfortable or something at the hide out for the troupe and it’s has strawberry’s or badtz on them😭😭😭

Or like him and his gf doing skin care and he has one of those head bands on that makes him look like a cat.

And when the troupe walks into y/n’s house. Phinks has like a face mask on or your painting his nails or something 😭😭

Or another thing sorta like the socks but having all these cute bracelets you made him on him at all times. Or if you have long hair ALWAYS having a cute pink scrunchie💀

Hes out in the town with the troupe when he passes by a shop window to see a sanrio plush and is like. "HOLY SHIT! Y/n would love that! I can't believe they have them here!" then robs the place/buys it. Making the troupe wait for him to get done. Then he just walks around with a big ass plushy for the rest of the night

He's waiting for you outside a store cause you had to use the bathroom with your big pink purse and sunglasses. He didn't think anything about it so he puts them on while he waits. When all of a sudden people from the troupe round the corn to see yassified phinks😭

Phinks being really scary when he's fighting but one day when he lifts up his arm while sparing with someone in the troupe they see his nails are painted pink and gets really embarrassed 💀

He looks like he would have his ear pierced so he would buy some small strawberry ear rings that reminds him of you.

Or gets a small sanrio tattoo😭 just has a random hello kitty tat next to his spider one!!!

LITERALLY SCREAMING. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE PHINKS. AND HE IS LITERALLY THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THE TROUPE.

WAIT I HAVE ANOTHER. I walked away from my phone for like one second then I immediately ran back when thinking about this.

So how he always has a hair tie with him. He probably knows how to pull up hair. So one day when he sees killus sister (I forgot her name) trying to pull up her hair but failing badly. He couldn't take it anymore to watch so. "Give it here...." everyone gives him a crazy look but she gives him the hair bow.

He gets down on his knee to have better access.

"You want a bun, pony tail, pig tails, or a braid?"

AHHHHHH😭😭😭😭 I'm giggling so hard right now.

Also if me and you aren't already mutuals. We should be. Like right now. Give me your user♥︎♥︎

[cinnnamoncosmoos]

Chapter One - Space Mall

Keith Kogane x Aley Kaelrin Veyra ( My Oc )

Summary: Aley heads to the space mall with one goal in mind, but a simple goal quickly spirals out of control as she finds herself pulled into a mess of other people’s problems. What starts as a quick trip turns into something far more complicated than she ever expected.

"Check these out!" Kyren exclaims, popping up beside me with a grin, holding up a pair of oversized, glittering sunglasses. "These are the future of fashion, Aley. I can already see it, we'd be the trendsetters of the galaxy."

I glance at the absurd frames, unsure whether I should laugh or roll my eyes. "Really, Kyren?" I say, letting the sarcasm drip. "Glittery sunglasses? That's the best you've got? How retro."

Kyren's grin widens like he's just won some cosmic victory. "Oh, come on, it's all about making an impression, Aley. Imagine the looks we'd get, everyone wouldn't be able to take their eyes off us! I mean, I know you'd love all that attention." He winks, clearly enjoying himself.

I roll my eyes and step around him, scanning the area for a map. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"Ridiculously hot?" he quips, setting the glasses down and lazily trailing after me.

With an exasperated sigh, I grab his hand and pull him along, quickening the pace toward a nearby digital map. "We came here for one thing and one thing only," I say, ignoring his smug grin as he lets me drag him.

I let go of his hand, focusing intently on the digital map in front of me, when Kyren suddenly steps in, nudging me aside. "You're taking too long," he mutters, his eyes scanning the display. "What's the place called?"

I cross my arms, raising an eyebrow. "Galactic Gearworks."

He snaps his fingers after only a moment. "Got it! Follow me, sweetheart. I'll have you there in no time."

With a dramatic flourish, he offers his arm. I roll my eyes but hook my arm through his anyway, my hand resting on his forearm as he leads the way with his usual overconfidence.

As we walk, Kyren flashes his usual grin. He glances down at my hand still resting on his arm and raises an eyebrow. "What's this? You actually sticking with me now?"

I roll my eyes but keep my pace. "I'm just trying to get to the shop before you get distracted by something shiny."

Kyren scoffs, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, so I'm the one who gets distracted? You, Miss Crimson, can't be talking. I've seen you get sidetracked by, what was it? Cheese, or was it that flashy gadget you swiped last week?" He smirks.

I give him a playful shove, rolling my eyes. "That's completely different, and you know it," I retort, though I'm trying not to smile. "I don't get distracted by everything . Only the important stuff."

Kyren grins, eyes gleaming. "Sure, Aley. Like the time you got caught staring at that vending machine for an hour? Totally focused."

I scoff, picking up my pace, trying to encourage him to walk faster, "I was figuring out the best combination of snacks. There's a science to it!"

Kyren laughs, but then his grin widens as he suddenly halts in front of a large sign. "Look at that, I did get us here," he says, pointing at the tech shop ahead. "I'm practically a guide at this point."

I let go of Kyren's arm and glance up at him. "Oh, look at that. Aren't you just the hero of the day?"

Kyren shrugs, acting nonchalant, but the smug grin tugging at his lips says otherwise. "What can I say? I'm a natural at getting things done. You're welcome, by the way."

I roll my eyes, pushing past him and heading toward the door. "Right, because without you, I'd be lost in this vast, sparkling galaxy."

He chuckles, then dramatically gives me a bow. "Exactly. You can thank me later."

I ignore him, standing at the threshold and waiting for him to follow. But when I glance back, Kyren staring intently at a girl passing by. He quickly turns toward me with a sheepish, pleading look in his eyes.

I groan, already knowing what's coming. "You've got thirty minutes to charm her. I don't want to be here longer than I have to."

Kyren's face lights up, and he winks at me. "You're the best!" Then, without another word, he dashes off toward her.

I shake my head, letting out a sigh as I head into the store. As I walk down the aisles, I mutter to myself, "What happened to keeping me company, huh?"

I move past rows of tech displays, my mind wandering until a large sign catches my eye: Amplification Technology. I smile to myself, perfect, this is exactly what I need. I walk over, picking up the equipment I've been searching for.

I turn quickly and bump into someone. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I mumble, instinctively taking a step back.

I look up, and for a second, everything freezes. My breath catches in my throat, a flash of recognition coursing through me.

It’s him.

He blinks and steps back, his voice apologetic. "Sorry, miss." He doesn't linger, doesn't even give me a second glance.

I force myself to stay composed, to not show any sign of recognition. "It's no big deal," I say, trying to brush past him as casually as possible, keeping my face neutral.

I feel my pulse quicken as I walk away, putting as much space between us as I can without making it obvious. I feel my head buzzing with adrenaline, but I force myself to act normal. Calm, composed, invisible.

At the counter, I plaster on a smile as the clerk greets me. "Hi! Did you find everything you need today?"

"Yes, I did. I'm in a bit of a rush, so can we do this quickly?" I say, trying to keep my tone steady, even as my heart pounds in my chest.

"Of course!" The clerk rings up my items.

"That'll be 13,000 Gacs," they say cheerfully.

13,000 ?! I hesitate for the briefest second before fumbling for the pouch at my hip, spilling out a handful of coins onto the counter. "Right, here," I mutter, counting them quickly. The clink of the coins feels louder than it should, and every second feels like an eternity.

After I make the purchase I grab the bag, offering a rushed "Thank you" before darting outside.

The air feels heavier now, pressing down on me. My mind races, trying to piece together why he was here of all places. Was it a coincidence? Or was it? No. I can't go there. Not now.

I glance around the bustling marketplace, scanning for Kyren, but there's no sign of him. "Twenty minutes," I mutter under my breath. He's got twenty minutes left . Okay, so I just need to lay low until then.

Clutching the bag tightly, I walk briskly down the mall, my heart pounding louder than the ambient noise around me. The adrenaline makes my hands shake, but I force myself to take steady breaths. Okay, everything is fine. Just stay calm. Blend in.

Despite my efforts, the unease lingers, tightening like a knot in my chest. My mind races, replaying the moment over and over. What if it wasn't a coincidence? What if he's planning a trap? What if—

I shake my head sharply, trying to push the thought away. Focus, Aley. Focus.

So lost in my head, I barely notice how quiet it's gotten until I glance up and realize I've wandered into a part of the mall I've never been in before. The bustling crowd is gone, replaced by smaller, quirkier stalls. My gaze lands on a faded, crooked sign hanging over a nearby storefront.

Unilu Swap Shop.

My curiosity sparks despite the circumstances, and I find myself stepping inside. The air smells faintly of old metal and something musty. Shelves and counters are crammed with items, some glowing, some sparking faintly, and others so bizarre I can't even guess their purpose.

In the middle of it all, a tall man with an orange mustache who is arguing animatedly with the shopkeeper, gesturing wildly. My instincts tell me to ignore it and move on, but... damn my nosiness. I inch closer, pretending to browse as I strain to listen.

"How much have you got?" the shopkeeper asks, arms crossed and unimpressed.

The mustached man huffs indignantly. "Oh, I have a handful of pocket lint."

The shopkeeper barely flinches. "I'll take your first-born child."

"I might be able to throw in a used handkerchief."

"I could accept your left foot."

"I'd be willing to sing you a song!"

"You become my butler for one year."

"Two Altean crown bills."

"Five Valuvium ingots."

"Oh, would you accept—"

I can't help it. I burst out laughing, cutting off their increasingly ridiculous exchange. As amusing as this is, it's also kind of... sad. "Well, hello gentlemen!" I say, stepping forward. Both men look at me, startled.

The mustached man blinks, then flashes me a sheepish grin. "Hello? I was just getting to the good part! My next offer was going to be an Olkari flying cube."

I raise an eyebrow, like the one I stole last week? I stifling a laugh. "A flying cube?"

"Yes! They're terribly rare. They hover and glow impressively," he says, puffing out his chest like he's describing a priceless artifact. "I even polished it!"

I pull out an old but pristine silver circuit ring, an outdated but surprisingly valuable piece of tech from my stash. I've been carrying it around forever, mostly because it's small and easy to forget about. Not like I care about it anyway.

The shopkeeper's eyes widen when he sees it. "A genuine Plarium conduit ring?"

I shrug. "Take it or leave it."

"Oh, I'll definitely take it," the shopkeeper says, snatching the ring from my hand before I can even think about changing my mind.

I motion for the mustached man to walk out with me, surprising even myself with the sudden desire to socialize. "Come on," I say, and to my surprise, he follows without hesitation.

"Thank you, young lady," he says warmly, his voice full of genuine gratitude.

"You're welcome," I reply with a small smile.

"Is there any way I can repay you?" he asks, tilting his head thoughtfully.

I turn to him, smirking. "Maybe your firstborn child," I joke, throwing the shopkeeper's words from earlier words back at him.

For a second, he actually looks like he's considering it, and I can't help but giggle. "I'm joking! No repayment. Call it my good deed for the year."

He smiles and I freeze, my heart dropping when I spot him again. The unease I'd managed to bury comes rushing back like a tidal wave. My instincts scream at me to run, but instead, I turn to the mustached man, using him as a distraction, a shield. "I'm Aley," I say quickly, forcing a smile.

He gives me an enthusiastic bow. "Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe, at your service!"

I blink, raising an eyebrow. "Ohh, what a name," I say, genuinely impressed and a little amused.

Coran opens his mouth to respond, but before he can say a word, his attention is pulled elsewhere. I follow his gaze just in time to see... a flying cow?

"Coran!" the guy shouts, his voice urgent and frantic.

I freeze for half a second. Coran? So they know each other? What the hell is going on?

My fight-or-flight instinct kicks in. Nope. Not my problem . I turn to bolt, hoping to disappear into the crowd and escape this bizarre situation entirely, but just as I'm about to make my move, someone on the cow reaches down, stretching for Coran's arm. Coran grabs the hand of a guy who looks just as bewildered as I feel.

And before I can even process what's happening, Coran yanks me toward him in one fluid motion. "Hold on!" he exclaims, like this is all perfectly normal.

"What the—" I barely get the words out before I feel another hand latch onto my arm. There's no time to resist. Suddenly, I'm hoisted up onto the back of the flying cow, my breath catching in my throat as we lurch forward, soaring above the marketplace.

What the actual fuck is happening?! This cannot be real. My mind races as I grip the cow's back for dear life, trying not to scream. The wind rushes past, and I can hear Coran laughing like this is some sort of amusement park ride. I glance at him, incredulous.

"What is this?!" I yell as I cling onto the cow for dear life, but Coran just grins.

"I'm not entirely sure, but welcome to the ride of a lifetime, Aley!" he shouts, clearly enjoying himself.

I don't have time to reply, as the security guard's furious yell rings out behind us, "Get back here! Doggone it! You better run! And don't let me catch you in my jurisdiction again, pirates!"

Pirates?

One of the guys laughs, twisting around to shout, "Oh, so you can't follow us outside, huh? That's convenient!"

The cow bucks slightly, and I cling tighter muttering a string of curses under my breath. Of all the ridiculous situations I've been in, this has to take the cake. What in the universe led me to this moment?

A loud crash jolts me out of my spiraling thoughts. I glance to the side, catching a glimpse of one of the guys tumbling roughly off the cow. The sight is so absurd I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing, turning my head away quickly before I lose my composure entirely.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself as the cow comes to a complete halt. I glance around, trying to shake off the unease. Glancing down at my watch that reads fifteen minutes. That only took a few minutes? I glance toward the entrance, wondering how long I can linger before he finds me.

"Need a hand?" a voice asks suddenly, and I turn to find a guy with messy black hair standing on the ground, offering a hand to help me down from the hover cow.

I blink, confused for a moment. Had everyone gotten off already? Why is he even helping me? His face looks like he's about to ask for something, but he just stands there, looking a little awkward, like maybe he didn't think this through.

"Uh... sure, thanks," I say, trying to keep my tone light. It feels weird to accept help from a stranger, but I don't have time to be picky. Besides, the fact that he doesn't seem interested in talking to me helps. Less interaction, the better.

With his help, I slide down easily, my feet hitting the ground. I give a quick glance back at Coran, who's still chatting away with the others. "Good riddance to that flying cow," I mutter under my breath, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all.

The guy who helped me looks over, clearly amused. "Yeah, not everyone's a fan of cows."

I let out a breath, forcing a smile. "Not a fan of flying ones, either."

The guy stares at me then, his gaze intense and calculating, like he's trying to figure something out. It makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, but I shrug it off. I don't have time to care.

Just as I'm about to turn away, Coran's voice cuts through the moment. "Aley, why don't you come with us to the castle? It's a little out of the way, but I do wish to repay you."

I glance at my watch again, twelve minutes . I don't have the time to be standing around. He could be getting closer, and I can't risk it. I glance at the guy with the black hair, but he's still watching me. Something about the way he's looking at me makes my stomach tighten, but I push it down.

I shake my head, trying to brush it off. "You don't have to do that, really. It's fine. I already told you, that was my one good deed for the year."

Coran, however, doesn't seem to hear me. His face is still set with that determined, chipper look. "I insist!"

The guy who fell off the cow, shoots me a grin and leans in close. "I say just accept the offer. He's gonna keep insisting," he says, his tone teasing. "And hey, a castle doesn't sound too bad, right? I mean, who wouldn't want to hang out with me and Coran?" He winks, clearly trying to act cool.

I can't help but roll my eyes at his obvious attempt to charm me, but it's enough to make me pause. The urgency I feel in my chest is louder than my pride. Plus, my gut is telling me that staying near these people, at least for now, might be safer.

"Fine," I mutter, with a small sigh. "Just a quick stop, though. I really can't stay long."

"Fantastic!" he says with a dazzling grin, sliding his arm around my shoulders like it's the most natural thing in the world. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. "Don't worry, I'll make sure the castle tour is extra memorable for you."

I force a tight-lipped smile, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as we head toward their ship. Great. Just great. Something tells me this is going to be a very long night.

[pokequirks]

idol

todoroki shoto x idol!fem!oc

synopsis: katsuki getting serious, trip to korea and his concerns.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: none.

note: oc is at least 2-3 years older than shoto, however i do not mention it hehe. hope u like it.

Todoroki trained alone, he would do it in complete silence until he started wearing those headphones that Jiro recommended to him some time ago. He liked music, his only problem was that speakers often burned down or completely frezzee. Having the headset was so much better.

Being the quiet man he is, he often just puts on any playlist with the most girly song. However, he did like to listen to some songs on repeat. The songs from that girl group that he someday came across were his favorites. And she was the member he liked the most.

He remembers the first time he saw her. It was a video of one showcase of her gruoup; mesmerizing light blue eyes and a pair of short white fangs showing with her smile, gracefull dance and stable vocals during her time on camera. The perfomance ended with her in the center, white ribbons around her body making the scene even more ethereal, an irreproachable ending fairy. Shoto was left speachless.

He had turned into a pro hero, making his debut at the ninth place of hero ranking, not so long he was obligated to attend a variety show as a special guest in order to increase his acceptance, he was glad some of his former school classmates were attending the show.

"So, guys, do you have some ideal type or celebrity crush?"

"Nymphia," he said directly.

Red Riot, Deku, Charge bolt and Dynamight agreed she was pretty, just like everyone would. Next day, the internet was full with news and forums commenting about the variety show and the revelation of the hero. Fans shipped the hero and the idol, some even gave Shoto merch during patrol or any sort of encounter with him.

When the hero ranking came out he had turned into thrird place and just a year later, after the shipp hype went off, he keeped that place.

Now, he patrolled every so often, reserving some of his time to investigate underground criminals. Doing his patrols was nothing out of the ordinary, people saluting him, others asking for an autograph and every so often some high schooler would give him some photocard of Nymphia. He gratefully took it and when he arrived at his house he put it on a designated album for his repeats. Since he already had every photocard and every version avaliable...

There was some problem when he heard someone screaming 'thief!' from the café down the street, It was his surprise when he arrived at the place and saw the already known couple of white ribbons all over the thief.

"Please give it back, I have some important things in it" Soft voice speaking.

"Uh... y-yeah, sure" the thief handed the bag and the person with the ribbons offered him a coffee. "Not really, I think I should go..."

"Sorry, sir..."

"Shoto!"

"I think you should come with me to the police station" The hero said. The owner of the ribbon quirk put down their sunglasses.

"He already gave me my bag and I don't want to press charges, I'm sure he learned he should not steal from people," Smile with short fangs "Let me invite you a milkshake and cheesecake".

"A-Ah sure..."

And now he was on the second floor of the café, chocolate milkshake and oreo cheesecake for him, and strawberry milkshake and cheesecake for her. Somehow scared of the woman in front of him.

"This place is nice, really private," she said, taking down the sunglasses and bucket hat, then taking off the jacket. "Thank you for not taking us to the police, this is my free day and I decided to explore cafés while my friends are shopping..."

Shoto was enchanted. Enchanted by those light blue eyes and ribbons on the hair, sweet and harmonious voice on his ears as he drank from his milkshake and eated his cheesecake.

He actually wondered how she was able to speak that much...

"Are you Shoto?" she asked. He nodded. "Is your agency nearby?" Another nod from Shoto. "I knew you weren't much of a talker but I expected you to be more active."

"Uh, just impressed," she tilted her head. "Didn't expect this."

"I supose eating with your celebrity crush ain't an everyday activity," the woman jokes and Todoroki's cheeks blushed "you cute"

"Thank you”

She giggles. "What do you do for fun?"

"Well I..."

Light blue eyes fixed on the heterochromatic ones as the owner talked. The pro hero is indeed handsome. She had already seen pics and videos of him in battle and outside battle. Nymphia wondered how many scars decorated his entire body, the vestiges of them still on his young face.

"Got something friday night?"

That day is her performance, he thought.

"Not really."

"Great. Have this, hero Shoto," she handed a couple of tickets, one for the perfomance and the other for the meet and greet event only for owners of the fanclub membership. 

The woman put on the hat and sunglasses, standed on her feet under Shoto's gaze.

"I'll see you there."

A couple of days after and Friday has arrived as fast as a lighting.

"I'll be out till night," Shoto says to his sister.

"Have a date?" His father asks "Because I can set you up with so..."

"No need, father." He declines and bows before heading out to the agency.

Fuyumi and Enji shared a look.

"He's having a date."

And yes. Probably the only one really clueless about that was Shoto. 

After having one of the best places for enjoying the performance two people came to him and asked to join them backstage. They claimed Miss Nymphia asked them to do it. So naturally he accompained them. He was left in a small room with a TV and snacks. The members of the staff told him to wait and they will take him to the meet and greet when there were few people. Shoto hung out there for a bit, even chatted a bit with Fuyumi who asked how his date was going.

Shoto arrived at the line when there were already 4 people. He could see Nymphia smiling and signing some albums and of course recieving gifts. The hero had a paper bag from some store where Natsuo had bought him some shoes, there he got the gift for the girls and some things he wanted signed.

"You came," Nymphia said, recieving the album from Shoto's hands "Only one? I thought you were a huge fan."

"It would be rude if I didn't show up and the rest didn't fit on a regular bag," the woman giggled, he is really honest and transparent "here, I got you this."

Shoto handed the keychain with two crochet charms, the head of a cat and a rabbit. The woman smiled and looked at it.

"It's really pretty! I'll put it in my bag," she said, handing back the album and standing "Well, the event is already over... Do you have a driver's license?"

Few moments later and Shoto was driving a black rental car, Nymphia sat beside him. The hero is talking about some minor villains and she is talking about work. They stopped to eat some ice cream and walk in some calm park, still she had to wear a cap and glasses.

"Uhm, those aren't sunglasses," Shoto said walking beside her.

"Yeah, my eyes are kinda sensitive, since my pupil is white I see more bright colors and my eyes get tired really easily," she explained "Even if it's dark I use glasses because of farols and car lights."

"That's not public information," Shoto added, knowing his bias and crush database didn't contain any of it.

"Uhm, yes, I wear custom contacts on red carpets and things that actually don't need much emotion," she continues, licking her cherry ice cream, "You turn, tell me something no one else knows."

Shoto thought for a moment. He usually told things to Fuyumi or Yaomomo, Deku, Kirishima and sometimes even Bakugo. He really was with a blank mind, until he remembered.

"Nymphia and I have spoken before," the girl tilted her head, letting him know she was totally unaware "To-do-ro-ki, Tokki."

"Like rabbit in korean? OMG Are you really Tokki?" Shoto nodded and she oppened her mouth in a surprised smile, "Tokki is so kind, I mean, you're so kind, you always ask me how I'm doing and told me to eat well."

The half and half nodded while eating his ice cream. He felt warm on his cheeks as the woman thanked him for his attention.

"Oh, so the keychain, it's you! Tokki!" She realized and Shoto felt something wrapping his arm and he looked down, it was Nymphia's ribbons "Sorry! When I'm really happy they just wrapp around something."

Of course, she omited the fact that her ribbons wrapped around the object or person that generated that happiness.

"But if we have chatted there that means you're paying the most expensive membership!" Shoto nodded, again blushing. He was actually lucky that she was shorter than him, that way she probably couldn't notice. "And that means you already got the ticket for the show and the meet and greet."

"Yeah, your tickets were still better than mine. I got to be seated during the line and had an awesome place for the show," he remarked "Why did you give them to me?"

"I was gonna send them to your agency and that day we meet, and I always have some spare tickets," she explained and Shoto nodded, again wondering about what were the odds of both running into each other "Give me your phone."

Shoto handed it without any question, she tipped something and then gave it back with a contact card.

"Min Jinhee, who's she?" he asked, reading his phone.

"It's me, Shoto!" She said, “Just call me Jinhee.”

Night went just fine. Chatting about anything and sharing memories. 

"Should we have lunch tomorrow?" She asked.

"Sure."

"Can I go to your agency?"

"If you want to."

"It's a date then," Jinhee smiled widely while looking at the street.

Currently Shoto was driving her to the hotel where the staff and group members were staying. After having a light dinner of street food and ice cream both had thought that was time to call it a day.

"See you tomorrow," she said as both took off the seabelt "what you doing?"

"It isn't my car."

"Go home and tomorrow you'll give it to me, don't worry, Shoto," The woman went down the car and gave him a last look "Bye~."

The pro hero waited for her to be completely inside the building and then started driving back to his house. He thought about her eyes, it sure was uncomfortable having lights all over her face at the end of a performance. He thought about the ribbons, how they actually worked and what they could do.

Shoto left the car outside his house, since it wans't actually built for keeping a car. He left the car keys in the same place his siblings and father left their house keys.

"You bought a car?!" Fuyumi exclaimed as she passed by and noticed the keys.

"Shoto bought a car?" Natsuo asked from the kitchen.

"SHOTO!" His father yelled from his room.

He gave quick explanations about the car as his family sat on the tatami getting ready for an interrogation.

"How was the date?"

"It wasn't a date."

"Then what did you do?"

"We had food and ice cream."

"It was a date."

"What's her quirk?"

"Don't think I should tell you that."

"Then who are her parents? Are they heroes?"

"Don't know, she's a foreigner."

"What's her name?"

"It's Ji... Nymphia."

"The idol?" Shoto nodded. Fuyumi, Natsuo and Enji looked at each other and laughed, "You cannot be dating her, Shoto."

"But I am, tomorrow we're having lunch. If you excuse me, I have work tomorrow."

Shoto headed to his room, took off his casual clothes and took a quick shower. After drying his hair, he laid on the futon, the night replaying on his head as he looked at the ceiling. Her laugh when he made a joke, god how he loved that laugh, her way of telling his things, how she would get closer to him. Shoto wondered, was it fan love? Or genuine love? And well, he wouldn't call it love, after all they had just known each other.

So, he just fell asleep. Waiting for tomorrow.

Next day he did as it was normal for him. Only thing different was that he had to drive the car and left it at the parking slot of the agency street. The sidekicks wondered about the car just when he entered the agency. The hero did his normal activities, patrol in the mornings and do some paperwork till lunch. It was already past the time he usually had his lunch but he had a date. It would be rude if he just ate before Jinhee arrived.

"Sir, there is a woman saying she's having lunch with you," The sidekick entered the office and made the announcement. Shoto nodded. 

"Let her enter."

Few moments later the sweet voice of the idol greeted him with happiness. He stands up and gives a little tour of the office for the curious blue eyes he loves so much.

"It was my father's before his retirement."

"Really? Your father is Endeavor, right?" Shoto nodded, "Well, Shoto, I brought the food."

"I thought you'll want to go to a restaurant," Jinhee gestured with her head, taking out the disposable containers with food and leaving them where Shoto indicated.

"I like private places."

"Well, then we should eat," Shoto took a seat in front of the woman "Thanks for th..."

"SHOTO!"

"Father?"

"I told him to not do that"

"Fuyumi?"

"We brought food!" His father anounced walking towards the table.

"Excuse me for a second," he standed and Jinhee laughed a bit, "What are you doing here?" Shoto asked his sister.

"Well, father wanted to come to see her and I thought we could have a nice lunch together, Natsuo couldn't make it so it's just us," Fuyumi explained, handing Shoto bags with plastic containers "Don't be mad."

"I guess it's okay, and dad?" The younger one looked for him, his father seated beside Jinhee, both chatting like a pair of old friends.

Fuyumi giggles as both siblings walk towards Jinhee and Enji.

"So, what's your quirk?"

"Dad, c-come sit with me," Fuyumi said, impressed by the beautifull idol in front of her. Enji changed places.

Now, Shoto sat beside Jinhee and Enji next to Fuyumi.

"Jinhee, this is my sister Fuyumi and my father," Shoto introduced.

"Y-You really are Nymphia," The white haired woman remarked.

"It's a pleasure getting to know Shoto's family, I'm Min Jinhee," She introduced herself, "Answering Enji's question, my quirk is called Ribbon Harmony. I can create and control ribbons that emit calming waves and when wrapped around someone help me understand their feelings."

"Your ribbons are super pretty! Shoto and I always watch your performances and they are awesome!"

"Oh, thank you, Fuyumi."

The next couple of hours all of them enjoyed food and a good chat. Until the idol recivied a message.

"You'll have to excuse me today, Enji, Fuyumi. My manager has already arrived."

"Oh, you really have to go?" Enji asked.

"We flew back tomorrow and we have a live interview at night," she explained.

"We'll be watching! Bye," Fuyumi said and Enji said goodbye too.

"I'll go with you," Shoto standed and walked with Jinhee out the office, "My family came by surprise, I'm really sorry if you felt uncomfortable."

"It's okay, Shoto. They're really cool," She smiled and looked at him with those bright light blue eyes.

"Jinhee... You said this was a date, are we dating?" 

"I don't feel good asking you to date me because of my work and distance. I think it would be selfish.”

Shoto already knew what he wanted. He knew how he felt. Just one night was enough for him to fall head over heels for her. Jinhee was so much more than a pretty face. She was caring, sweet and thoughtfull, and so much more that Shoto still needed to know. 

"I want to know you better, if you let me," Jinhee smiled and nodded.

"Godbye, Shoto," Jinhee stood on her toes, barely reaching Shoto's cheek, where she landed a soft kiss, "Don't forget to write me!"

"And now we're going to see what the girls have been doing during her stance here," the man said, "They went shopping and exploring caffés!"

"What did I miss?" Shoto asked, returning to the living room.

"The MC followed your girlfriend," Natsuo said, pointing at Nymphia reacting to the pics.

"We're not a couple," Shoto remarked.

"Yet."

"And Nymphia even meet the prohero, Shoto, maybe a date?"

"Shit, they really followed her!" Natsuo exclaimed.

Pics of Shoto and Jinhee eating ice cream and chatting started showing up on screen. The wide smile of the woman on the screen now is a subtle smile while listening to her friend's whispers.

"So, Nymphia, are you dating Shoto? We know you're his type."

"No, we're not dating. We just met," she explained.

The faces of the four other girls being a blank expression, looking at the sides of the set, clearly uncomfortable. 

"We'll come back after commercials, stay with us!" The other MC announced and the program changed to publicitary space.

Shoto's phone rang. The family locked their eyes on him.

"It's Jinhee."

"Go, go answer my daughter in law," Enji said and Shoto excused him from the room.

"Dad!"

"Shoto, hi," she greated, "I'm so sorry, I didn't knew."

"Don't worry, how are you?"

"I'm really upset, I should have known."

"Don't say that, if someone should have known it should be me. I'm the prohero..."

After that Jinhee didn't come back to the program.

"What happened after that mama?" the pink haired boys asked. "Well, your dad went to the airport before I left and my agency had to release a statement. After a few years we married and now we have you both and your sister," Jinhee said, touching the nose of both boys and the baby on her lap.

"Boys!" the voice of Enji sounded across the rooms. It was the exact same scream he calls Shoto even to this day.

"It's grandpapa!"

They boys runned to the man outside the room as Jinhee holds the baby and walks to reunite with her father in law and her husband.

"Hi, honey," Shoto says, leaving a kiss on her lips and holding the little baby, "hi there, baby."

Jinhee returns to the bedroom, enters the bathroom in order to prepare a bath for Shoto, who came back from hero duty. Just a few minutes later, the man embraces her from behind, slowly falling into his knees.

She smiles, a hand running over his face as his head rests on her lap.

"Sometimes I feel guilty for you staying at home," Shoto says, "I know you chose this, but I can't help this."

"I can always launch an album, Milfs are a hot topic, ya know?" Jinhee jokes and Shoto laughs a bit.

"I shall get you pregnant again," he whispers, head now in between her breasts.

"The kids?" she asks, Shoto kissing her neck.

"With grandpapa."

"Then I guess we can play a bit..."

[startseeingstars]

Delicate Destruction - Euronymous (Lords of Chaos)

CH07 🎶 BLVD. Nights - Team Sleep 🎶

I watched as Krista pushed the door open. We'd been to three stores already, this was our fourth stop. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, nor was I - but I especially loved Op shops like this one. More often than not, I'd manage to find something cool, whether it was a record, shirt, jewellery.

She grabbed a purple beanie and pulled it over her blonde hair. It looked hand knit, like one my grandmother had made for me as a child.

The spontaneous memory of my grandmother made me uncomfortable. Not because of her directly - I missed her dearly since her passing when I was 10. She was my maternal grandmother, and thoughts of her brought back thoughts of my mother.

"Cute." I said, skimming through the vinyls, pushing away the unwanted memories.

"Ooh, what about this?" She still had the beanie on, and she slid on a pair of large sunglasses. Their neon green rims were thick and the lenses black. I smirked.

"Truly inspirational." I muttered, giving up looking through the records. She handed me a pair of glasses, similar to the ones she wore, but neon pink. I put them on, looking at our reflections in the tall mirror.

"I can totally pull these off." I stated confidently.

"Oh, wait! This." She handed me a hat. It was a black top hat. Without hesitation, I fit it on my head. It was much too big, but I positioned it so it sat well enough.

"Sexy." His husky voice was amused, taking us both by surprise. I turned, finding Øystein smirking at us - at me. I pursed my lips as Krista laughed.

"Hey, Euronymous." Her voice draped with a teasing tone at his chosen name. She took the glasses and beanie off. I followed, running a hand through my hair.

"What're you doing here?" I asked. Krista gave me a side glance and made herself busy close by. I knew she was still listening, and I imagine Øystein did too, since he'd stepped closer. He shrugged.

"Saw you in here. Looking for something?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, gesturing over to the records. I shook my head.

"Nothing good in there."

"I'm gonna open my own store one day, you know." He said it with such confidence, and I smiled.

"That would be sick." He nodded, taking a quick glance at Krista before taking another step toward me.

"Are you coming Saturday?" He asked.

"What's this Saturday?" I teased. He knew I knew and rolled his eyes, but smiled.

"Want me to beg you? 'Cause I don't beg." He spoke in a low voice, his voice was husky and his hair hung over his face, icy blue eyes looking down on me. I was a little surprised by his confidence, but I liked it.

"Maybe." I shrugged. I knew I'd be there, and I think he knew it too.

"You'll be there." He smirked, devilishly.

"Will I, now?" I mused, raising an eyebrow. He nodded as he backed away, turning to leave.

"Yeah, you will." He was confident and assertive, but his voice was soft. Our eyes met briefly as he smiled wider, teeth showing. I laughed, looking away.

He left and Krista looked at me, astonished, mouth gaping.

"Did Øystein Aarseth just ask you out?"

I scoffed. "Hardly..." I knew it was implied, but I wished he had actually asked.

If I was one thing, it was an over-thinker. Unless I knew 100% it was a date, I wouldn't treat it as one. Assumptions only lead to disappointment. Something my mother had taught me.

We finished up. Krista had found a skirt that she insisted on wearing this weekend. I wasn't going alone to this gig. At least Krista had enough confidence for the both of us. I hated crowds. Though, I knew I would be fine after a couple drinks.

We walked across the street to the Kebab Shop. It was my day off but this was where everyone tended to hang out. Plus I got a discount. Hammed smiled at us as we walked in, despite them looking like they were in the middle of a rush. I felt bad, but knew they would ask for help if they needed it.

As we sat, I noticed Øystein and the band at another table. Erik was with them. Pelle flashed me a big grin, jumping up and sitting at our table.

"You're coming?" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, of course. I wouldn't miss your big debut." I grinned back.

"Else!" I looked up at Hammed, who was holding the phone against his ear and shoulder. He hung it up. "Can you work the close tonight?" He pleaded. "Anders has called in sick." I sighed

"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec."

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Hello again! You mentioned you’re willing to write something for SG-1, and oh, please do <3 So - mechanic / cyborg, that last prompt? (Or, also, roommates / circus, if you like this one, because I can easily imagine the squad as a part of a circus haha)

You got me with that one! So here, we go. :) I'm not sure I'll do the roommates/circus one for SG-1, because I was actually planning on doing a multi-chapter Sanctuary circus story before I saw the list. I might do it, but for now, I don't want to take away from my other idea. Wow, this is longer than the other. Here's the mechanic/cyborg story.

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Two Kinds of Sparks

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A spark cracked loudly in the silence of the shop and Sam yelped, jerking back her hand and shaking it. She scowled at the generator she had been repairing. Big and awkward, she had been paid a handsome fee to repair it. If she fixed it, she would be able to pay the rent for her shop without worry for the next few months. Maybe hire a kid or two to help her out.

It was how Sam had gotten her start, after all. She had been a down-on-her-luck teenager and had landed a job in a shop like this one, learning the trade and paying her own way.

Sam sighed heavily and ran a grease-stained hand through her hair. She scowled at the generator. She should be able to do this. Even if it was that new fancy kind that fused in technology she was just itching to get her hands on new and whole, instead of beaten up and mistreated.

She gave up for the moment. She had less of a deadline with the generator and there were a few regular cars that needed her attention. What she wouldn't give for someone to help her.

She turned to the engine of a truck she had repaired quite a few times over the years. The thing really should have been in the junkyard a few years ago, but Sam treated the truck like a doctor treated a patient. If she could save it, she would.

She was under the truck itself when she heard the rumble of an engine pull up towards her shop. Not a common occurrence, so Sam slid out to see what was going on.

A pick-up truck had pulled up in the driveway of the shop, idling for a few moments. Sam surveyed it. It wasn't as old as the one that she was working on, but most people would have ditched it by now. It was lovingly taken care of. Not in a I'm-weirdly-obsessed-with-my-vehicle way, but in a this-is-what-gets-me-around-and-I'm-keeping-it sort of way. She approved.

The engine turned off and a man got out of the cab.

Sam hated that her breath might have caught when she took him in.

He was good-looking, with brown hair that was almost completely gray and a body that was still in pretty good shape. He must have been over a decade older than she was, but Sam couldn't deny the attraction she felt.

She was also suddenly acutely aware that she had grease and oil smeared on her face, clothes, and in her hair. She didn't look her best right now.

Sam shoved those thoughts away. This was a customer. And she sorely needed customers if she couldn't fix the generator.

"Hi. Can I help you?" she asked, deliberately looking at the truck and not the man.

"I was hoping. Heard you're a pretty good mechanic." he said, pulling off his sunglasses to reveal brown eyes.

"I don't know about that." Sam said, still trying to eye the truck more than the man. It didn't look like anything was wrong with it.

"Oh, don't sell yourself short, Carter." he said.

"How did you know my name?" Sam asked, a little more sharply than she intended.

He gave her a strange look.

"I asked around. Everyone said that Sam Carter is the best around. Good enough for me. Though, I have to say, I thought you'd be a guy."

"Sorry to disappoint."

"Oh, I'm not disappointed."

Sam felt a pleasant squirm in her stomach and did her best to ignore it. She needed to be professional here. She needed the job.

"What's wrong with it?" she asked briskly, walking towards the truck.

It hadn't sounded strange when he had pulled up and she couldn't see anything wrong with it. Of course, if she didn't get underneath it or look under the hood, the view she had could only tell her so much.

"It's not that machine that's broken." he said, sounding a little weary.

Sam turned back to him. He had his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, mouth turned down in an unhappy frown.

"I don't make house calls."

"Uh..." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Can we talk somewhere more private?" he asked.

"All right."

Sam was confused, but intrigued --and attracted-- enough to go along with it for now. She took him back into her tiny, cluttered office, noticing that he walked with a pronounced limp across the longer distance. She sat on the edge of the desk and he took the chair in front of it.

"So. What's this mystery machine?" she asked, resisting the urge to run a hand through her hair in an attempt to fix it.

He coughed, looking awkward.

"Me."

Sam felt her eyebrows rise.

"Excuse me?"

"Me. I'm...." He pulled up the leg of his jeans, displaying a badly scarred knee, metal glinting through. "Some of my parts aren't working right."

Comprehension dawned and Sam openly stared.

"Cyborg?" she asked, fascinated.

There weren't a lot of them around, but they were becoming more and more common these days. A blend of human and machine. Usually military members were the test subjects and she wondered if he had been one.

His expression turned a little sour at her question.

"That's a little too sci-fi, don't you think?"

"What do you prefer?"

"Robotically inclined."

Sam laughed at this and he cracked a smile too. She sobered and, reminding herself to be professional, held out her hand.

"Sam Carter."

He took her hand, shaking it.

"Jack O'Neill."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Jack. But I'm not sure what you want me to do. I'm not licensed to work on.....the robotically inclined."

"Word is you know how."

Sam flushed. She technically wasn't supposed to know that, but she did.

"Well, yes, but....why don't you go to a doctor that is licensed? They'd provide better care."

"I can't afford one." Jack said simply. "I got cut loose the last time I 'malfunctioned'. Program that did this to me and the military said adios. So here I am."

Sam was a sucker for things like that.

"I'm sorry. I'll see what I can do."

She'd be in a hell of a lot of trouble if anyone found out, but what could she say? She didn't want to turn him away. She didn't turn anyone who came to her for that with a story like that away.

Jack gave her a thin smile.

"Thanks, Carter."

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Okay, so maybe she was in a little over her head. Sam hadn't realized just how much of Jack was tech and machine versus what he'd been born with.

Bits and pieces were, not whole big chunks as she'd been anticipating. Both knees --"They were bad before they were replaced with that junk"-- and portions of his legs. Segments of his abdomen and chest. Even his heart had been grafted with machinery. Most cyborgs Sam had seen were blatantly obvious. Jack, on the other hand, was subtle and normal looking with clothes on.

She currently had his knee laying open in the back room she had sterilized, because she was afraid of introducing infection and bacteria, even if he wasn't fully human anymore.

She found delicate pumps and tubes that replaced segments of veins and arteries and muscles, pieces of machinery and tech she normally would have lusted after. And here they were, just casually inside a man.

Jack had insisted that she didn't need to knock him out or anything like that, because the skin and nerves weren't real and he couldn't feel what she was doing. Sam had the feeling that he didn't want her to take the risk of getting black-market drugs for this.

"How's it going, doc?" he asked, watching as she explored the structure of his knee, which seamlessly joined with the bones.

"I'm not sure yet." she murmured, only half hearing him.

She lost herself in exploring what made this man more than a man, trying to find what worked and what didn't. It was easy enough to find, but it was delicate work to replace. Usually everything was on the outside and she could just detach parts at will.

"You've done this before." Jack said, half admiration, half accusation as she finished with the first knee, a metal bowl holding the broken bits of metal she had fished out and replaced.

"Yeah." she admitted. "But usually on..." she chewed her lip. "Whole parts, not fusions."

"Fusions." Jack mused. "I like that."

Sam smiled as she used a sealant on the synthetic skin, putting it back together. She turned to the other knee, ready for whatever challenge that one brought her.

It was a good few hours before she was done with Jack, but Sam was feeling very pleased with her handiwork.

Jack slid off the table, testing out his knees. His expression turned to one of pleasant surprise as they took his weight and he took a few steps.

"They haven't been that smooth in years." he declared.

Sam smiled, discarding the gloves and mask she had been using.

"I doubt that."

"How much do I owe you?"

"Uh..." Sam trailed off, not sure what to say.

She had a feeling that it would be beyond Jack's price range, even though she charged lower than those licensed. The amount of work she had done and the things that she had replaced had racked up the cost. They looked at each other and Sam knew Jack knew it.

"Do you know anything about engines?" she asked.

He blinked.

"What?"

"Cars. Engines. Things like that."

"Keep my truck running myself."

"Then maybe you can help me out for a few days. Work it off instead of paying me."

"Really?" Jack frowned, obviously thinking this was solely pity.

"Really. I need the help and can't afford it. Trade off." Sam said.

Jack smiled, meeting her gaze. That alone was enough to make heat fill her belly.

"You'd be my boss?"

"Only for a few days."

"Okay. Sounds fair."

"Great."

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The next few days went better than Sam could have imagined they would. Jack hadn't been lying about his ability with cars, even though he had never been 'trained' as a mechanic.

Sam was able to focus more on the generator and let Jack handle the cars. She was also able to accept more jobs because she wasn't so swamped.

She was feeling so much lighter than she had been lately. She would make the rent. She had someone helping her. She could do this.

It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that she got to work alongside a man she was incredibly attracted to.

It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that when they worked side-by-side she found even more to like and daydream over.

Sam was embarrassed, mostly because she shouldn't have been mooning over what Jack could do to her in a different situation in the first place, let alone while he was working for her.

But he kept smiling at her, making her laugh, just being sweet.

He would bring her coffee in the morning, a sandwich at lunch. Joked about making her his apparently famous 'secret ingredient' omelet.

Sam had already deduced the secret ingredient was beer, but Jack hadn't seemed to notice just how her mouth had turned dry when he declared he needed to make her one. Eggs, after all, were inherently a breakfast food, and she had immediately wondered under what circumstances she might be in his house that early.

She also found herself amazed at how normal he was. Most cyborgs she had met were gruff and grim and didn't treat her like she was normal. Sam understood that, because they had been through a lot, but Jack wasn't like that. Another point in his favor.

She was working on the generator at the end of Jack's owed week, though he really had already paid her back more than he owed her. The shop was quiet and Jack approached her.

"I'm done for the day." he announced, watching her intently.

This time when the generator sparked, Sam just kept going. A few more tweaks and it would be as good as new. Her chest was nearly bursting with the anticipation and pride of this accomplishment.

"Uh-huh."

"Are we good? No more owed?"

"We're good." Sam said, not looking up, pretending that she didn't regret saying those words.

The generator hummed to life as she attached the last part. Sam yanked her hand back and stared. Then she jumped up and down, unable to help herself.

"Yes! Yes! I am that good!" she cried, staring at the glowing machine.

Jack chuckled. Sam felt her cheeks flush and she looked at him, running a hand through her hair, which was once again streaked with grease.

"Good job, Carter."

"Sam." she corrected, as she had been all week.

"So. I'm fired now?" Jack asked.

"Yeah." Sam said, feeling the smile leave her face.

"Good."

Wow, the guy really knew how to stick a needle into the balloon of her soul.

Sam tried not to think about how he was apparently happy to go.

"You're a free man, Jack." she said.

Jack smiled and walked forward, closer to her. Sam was confused.

"So. Sam. Can I ask you a question I've been wanting to all week?"

"Sure."

"Would you like to go to dinner with me?"

Sam's heart nearly stopped, then leapt into her throat.

"What?"

"I like you, Sam. I want to take you to dinner. You know. The last meal of the day. A date."

"Why did you wait?" she asked, breath caught in her throat with her heart.

"Not very professional if I'd asked out my superior." Jack said, smirking a little.

She laughed. Then she nodded.

"Great." Jack smiled, looking as if he'd been nervous, which stunned Sam.

Sam wasn't sure how to react to this, because she wanted to jump up and down again, but she definitely wasn't going to. So she gave Jack a mischievous grin.

"You're only asking me out so you can get free repairs, aren't you?" she teased.

Jack gave her a lopsided smile.

"Something like that."