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Chapter One - Meretricious

Summary: Newly married and yet you already feel the loss of a spouse. The fight night as Queen was not how you expected it to be.

Notes: ~5.4k words. I feel like I write a lot of angst but does that mean I'm good at it? Probably not. Not edited

Warnings: implied cheating, subtle mentions of panic attacks, dubcon with no follow through

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Meretricious (adj.) - attractive on the surface but having, in reality, no value or substance

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By the time the ceremony was over and you were sitting at the lover’s table at the head of the banquet hall did you snap out of your phase. More specifically the food snapped you out of your phase. You have no idea how the cooks knew to serve you your favorite dish but they managed to get their hands on that information.

The steaming food is served fresh and hot and placed delicately in front of you. Your stomach lurches as it realizes it hasn't eaten anything today. Your finger twitches as it reaches for the fork but stops short when you see that King Morpheus hadn’t moved to begin eating. You use all of your willpower to stop yourself, instead fiddling with the one of the many ribbons that decorated your body.

Unknown to you, Morpheus sees your dilemma and even if he didn’t particularly find himself hungry, he moves to take a bite. He notices the way you perk up at the action and begins to eat yourself, thoroughly enjoying the meal. He stops himself when he realizes that he was smiling at your actions.

From your seat, you see your mom’s eyes boring into you with a slight frown. Your mother nods her head in the direction of the king, eyes slightly bugging out of her eyes as her lips turn downward. She nods again when you tilt your head in confusion at her odd messaging.

“Talk,” She mouths at you before huffing and returning to conversation at her table. Her hand rests easily on your father’s back when she looks back at you one more time with another obvious nod.

You clear your throat in preparation.

“So,” You start.

“My lady,” He begins as well.

The both of you stop talking as the other interrupts. After a pregnant pause, King Morpheus clears his throat and urges you to continue.

“Please, I insist,” He comments with an open palm, gesturing towards you.

As if by magic, all typical conversation starters seem to fizzle out of your head, even in muscle memory of the countless hours with your governess could not have saved you in this moment. What do you even say to the King?

“How do you find the evening, Your Majesty?” You ask and immediately wish to hide under the many layers of your lavish dress at the question. You take a quiet deep breath to reset yourself at how increasingly awkward you had made the night. If not for him, then certainly for yourself.

You did not forget the way he dropped your hands as soon as the vows stopped, nor the way that he all but ignored you the most that he could. Only talking to you now as you are forced into proximity with him.

“Morpheus will be fine between us as we are married,” He comments slowly and takes a sip of his wine.

“Very well… Morpheus,” You test the name on your tongue. It felt barren without his title attached to it, but it was just something you would have to get used to.

“I find the evening well,” He replies without waiting a beat and takes another bite of his food.

The tension was thick in the air, something that you couldn’t even cut with a sharp knife. The guests were talking amongst themselves, the food and wine good, but there was a clear and defined wedge between you and Morpheus. You’re determined to remove it as quickly as possible, Gods know you would prefer an amicable relationship even if forced into it. Yet, all words die from your mouth. The conversation has run dry before it even barely started. You only reply with a hum in acknowledgement before returning to your own dish as well.

The silence is short lived as Three approaches the lover’s table. They walked in unison and in a line, their faces passive as they came closer. Morpheus was quick to notice them as well, and stood as they came closer. Uncertainty washes over you at his action and you decide best to follow suit.

You stand, hand placed delicately over your lower stomach, but your foot crosses over your heel to ground yourself a bit.

“Morpheus!” The youngest greets with a smile.

“Ladies,” He returns the greeting. His eyes don’t leave theirs but he bows nonetheless.

You’re quick to follow and give a curtsy as deep as the table could let you. You are way over your head. Never in your seemingly smaller life have you witnessed someone, some three, who warranted a bow from the king.

The middle aged woman comes close to you when you stand up again, reaching over the short table to cup at your cheeks.

“Oh, you are a peach, you are!” She gushes with a toothy smile. Small wrinkles crease along her eyes and mouth as she does. Her hands are soft but calloused all the same. “You are a perfect match for our dear Moprheus, I can feel it.” She whispers, mostly to herself.

If Morpheus heard it, it certainly ignored it. Instead he redirects the conversation skillfully. The eldest ignores it, finding herself in front of you again and cups your cheeks just like the one before. Her hands are smooth and boney as they hold onto your face. Her face is less kind, gazing at you down her nose as she scrutinizes you. Her eyes seemingly cross over your mortal vessel into your very soul. She sees its timid nature, yet a hardened fire that just needed some hardship to see.

“We come bringing gifts for the joyous occasion!” The youngest interrupts her older self, who walks back in line with the other two.

“How kind of the Lady Fates.” Comes Morpheus’ perfect answer, he bows again and you follow.

The youngest walks up first, and places an ornate wooden box onto the table. It’s framed in gold and silver with swirling designs and flowers. Her delicate fingers open the box and face it towards the two of you. Within, surrounded by red silk were two carved figurines that didn’t vaguely represent anyone you’ve ever met. They were stocky in shape, but detailed through a masterful paint job and varnish.

“From the Maiden, I give Your Majesties a friend in a dire situation,” She announces and then closes the box with a soft click. She walks back in line as the next one walks forward.

She doesn’t say anything, instead she only holds out both of her hands. After an awkward pregnant pause, she sighs and moves her fingers, indicating to hold her hand. You place your left hand in hers to which she smiles with a small nod of her hand towards you. Morpheus places his right hand on hers after yours but she drops it quickly with a scowl and a tick from her tongue.

“The other hand, child,” She sighs again.

Morpheus switches his arm quickly and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from giggling in front of him. His body faces closer to you as to easier place his hand on the Mother. The smell of his cologne invades your senses, filling in your mind with the smell of sand and something sweet you couldn’t place your finger on.

“From the Mother, I give Your Majesties an unyielding connection,” She proclaims and holds your hands harder.

Your mind swirls with thoughts. What does she mean by an unyielding connection? You look at Morpheus from under your eyelashes only to see that he’s already looking at you. If you were going to be completely honest, you did not want to consummate the marriage tonight. You would be lying, again, if you were to say you weren’t physically attracted to him, but the issue lies with one thing: you don’t know him.

Morpheus seethes quietly at the Mother’s gift. He didn’t choose to love you and yet here he was, about to be forever connected to you even more. He hates how innocent you look at him through your eyelashes, how he can see each detail of your eyes, and the softness of your lips. He hates how he can’t stop himself from traveling his eyes lower to swipe across your protruding collarbones or how your bosom rises and falls with your breath, only more obvious due to your corset.

The two of you stare down each other, both with reasons unknown to the other as the Mother finishes her wish. Both of you not noticing the way the wedding bands glow in gold with new engravings swirling into the metal. When the Mother steps away, both of you pull your hands away at the same time, and go back to standing side to side instead of facing each other, content with ignoring each other.

“One more gift, then back to awkward silence,” You think to yourself. Though you don’t prefer it, you much prefer to make good conversation, but anything is better than this.

As the Mother returns in line, the last, the eldest comes forth on legs that have walked centuries before you were born. She, like her sister-self before her, holds out her hands, palms facing upwards as a string of light crawls out of the center of her palm. With her other hand, she plucks it with a sharp tug and holds the glowing string between her fingers.

“From the Crone, I give Your Majesties a string of hope,” She explains. She fingers tug again and separate the strings.

When they let go, they are autonomous and float on their own, binding themselves around your right wrist. A hiss escapes you as an acute hot flash encircles your skin where the string comes in contact with. When the glowing resides, a woven bracelet of red and a single entanglement of black rests easy on your skin. The string has no beginning nor end and wears snuggly on your wrist. It is rigid, despite looking as if made from soft cotton, and you’re sure that even if you cut off your wrist, it would not yield. You peak over at Morpheus again, taking note of his matching set of woven black and a single entanglement of red. It is the same as yours, down to the material, design, and pattern but only reverse in color.

“Thank you, my fair Ladies,” You express with a small smile, placing your hands back into position in front of you. Your stomach growled again, though very faint, and wished to go back to eating. However, the Lady Fates have yet to leave from their position. Morpheus was standing as still as ever, but from your position, you could tell even he was starting to get antsy from how his middle twitched against his pant leg.

“Of course, my dear!” The Maiden spoke.

“Each of our gifts will come to fruition in due time.” The Mother continues.

“Now, we ask you to share a dance for our enjoyment.” The Crone finishes.

“A dance, what a wonderful idea!” The Maiden agrees quickly. She grabs her sisterselves and stand off to the side.

Your heart jumps in your chest with happy flutters and tapping feet but you soothe it quickly. Judging by Morpheus’ character, it would more likely be true that he doesn’t enjoy something like dancing. That isn’t to say he can’t dance, a man of his standing surely would know how.

“We do not-” Your words die in your mouth as he bows to you with an extended hand.

“Shall we take to the floor, my lady?” He invites.

His eyes don’t meet yours and you’re skeptical but with the Lady Fates staring intensely at the two of you, you feel obliged to take his hand even if you didn’t want to force him to do something he didn’t want to do.

Hand in hand, he leads you to the center of the empty dance floor, the marble floor recently polished for the special occasion. The falls into a hush as the two of you bow to each other one more time before coming together in an embrace. His cologne embraces you again and this time you’re able to pick out the smell of licorice past the smell of earth and sand. A bitter sweetness.

The music swells in a classic waltz and Morpheus leads you easily. Your feet dance as it always had, feeling the pressure on the balls of your feet as the two of you glide across the floor. But, there was something lacking in the dance between you and your new husband. The dance was stiff, even if he did lead effectively. There was nothing between the two of you, no passion, no soul.

It wouldn’t be a lie if you said you wished there was something more between the two of you. You’re no stranger to arranged marriages, your mother and father being a prime example of such and even they eventually grew to love one another, in their own ways. The way his hand grasped yours gently and how perfectly he took control over the dance were qualities that you liked and perhaps, in time, you would find more things to love about him. For now, these small things could be enough.

“Who were those Ladies that we spoke to earlier?” You ask, hoping to fill in the awkward silence. The conversation is hush and barely audible above the draw of string across the instrument. If nothing, the audience will think the two of you were sharing a lover’s conversation.

“The Lady Fates, sisters,” Morpheus explains curtly and his fingers grip yours tighter unconsciously. “Do not make them cross, they are wiser beyond their years and believe me when I say that they are older than they look.”

“Even the youngest?” You ask, the warning barely scraping over your head.

“Yes.”

Another swell of the music from the orchestra and from the corner of your mind you see your mother and father taking to the dance floor as well, but the observation is easily lost as Morpheus spins you around, abruptly. He grabs you again as you come back to him, gently repositioning his hand on your waist and yours on his shoulder as the dance continues. The spin was completely impromptu, you know only because of how often you’ve practiced this dance. You couldn’t help the first real smile of the night from appearing on your face as you felt the wind between your faces and how the fabric of your dress swept across your ankles.

“Do you like to dance?” He breaks to silence this time.

“Yes,” You practically beam into him, the single spin able to loosen you. “It is one of my favorite activities. And what of you, my lord?”

“I am indifferent to it,” He answers lightly as he spins you again.

“I see.” You say back, your voice dipped lightly in disappointment. “Did you only dance because the Lady Fates asked you to?” You ask, even though you’re sure to know the answer.

“Yes.” Morpheus takes a moment to answer, his mind seemingly elsewhere as his eyes look over your head.

More and more couples join the two of you as the waltz continues but as the dance continues, the more distracted Morpheus seems to be, on one occasion stepping on your toes, marking the white shoes in a partial black footprint.

“My apologies, I am… distracted,” He says, but his eyes are still looking over your head.

You turn your head around to try and figure out what exactly he was occupying his occasion but with the several new bodies that accompanied the two of you on the dance floor, it was hard to make out what specifics he was looking at.

The dance ends soon after with a final bow to the other. He excuses himself and leaves you on the dance floor, alone, breath unsteady from the dance or something else you’re not entirely sure. You hold your breath for a few seconds, willing yourself to breathe easier. A new dance started and you’re quick to make yourself sparse as couples start swirling around you. Your vision blurs the color of multiple ballgowns as you’re desperate to find some fresh air, and hopefully also somewhere away from prying eyes.

You find salvation at the corner of an open balcony, only accompanied by potted flowers. The chatter of the party is all but background noise now, separated by paned doors and the light from the ballroom gave you enough to know where you were stepping. The cooler breeze for the night was refreshing against your flushed skin as you leaned against the stone railing. You breathe in deep and smell the distant sea, calming yourself down further.

There were other couples on the wrap around balcony and they, much to your relief, left you alone. Rather they were more entranced by their own conversations to notice your slowly growing dismay. A strong gust of wind makes you take a few steps back to lean against the corner wall, resting your head against the rough stone and away from the incoming gale.

“Calliope, please,” A familiar voice brings you out of your thoughts. It doesn’t take long for you to figure it to be Morpheus.

“No, Morpheus. You need to listen to me.” Comes a voice you don’t recognize, a feminine voice.

Your thoughts race yet again, is this why Morpheus was so distracted during the dance? Is it also the reason why he abandoned you on that dance floor?

“Please,” He begs again. Begs. “You must know I didn’t choose her. I don’t love her, I love you, please.” He gasps desperately, his voice on the edge of a whisper.

A long silence follows as the other woman simply sighs. The silence was too long, it felt more like a rope wrapping itself around your neck, taking away your breath and your ability to think clearly. How ironic it is that you come out here to seek some fresh air, yet instead you find yourself stumbling back into the ballroom on the brink of tears.

Once again, everyone else was enjoying their time to pay too much attention to you. Slowly, you creep back into your seat at the lover’s table as you alternate between trying to calm your breath and forgetting to breathe in general. The corset around your ribs could not feel anymore tighter.

The food at the table has long since gone cold, your appetite leaving with it. Your eyes haven’t left the door you came from, the night air wisping through the thin curtains. With shaking hands you reach for the red wine and take several large drinks from it. The sweet taste goes smoothly down your throat, but it’s bitter aftertaste feels like acid and vomit on your tongue.

Slowly, the guests meander out the large doors of the venue. Still, you sit alone as you watch them go, their high spirits still intact as they continue their conversations outside. A flash of black is followed by soft pink and gold from the paned doors you have been so adamantly staring at. One, you noticed immediately by the way his cold mercury eyes find yours easily. Your fingers roll the thin neck of the wine glass slowly as he comes ever closer to his seat.

The owner of soft pink and gold walks the other direction and joins the crowd of awaiting guests outside. You catch a glimpse of her brown hair and brown eyes as she looks at you over her shoulder. Her eyes seem to soften when they realize that you were already looking at her, but otherwise she does nothing. A footman dressed in the kingdom’s midnight blue and silver color hands her a small basket of shimmering stardust before she fully disappears with similar guests.

When Morpheus arrives at the table, most of the guests are now waiting outside. He doesn’t sit, instead stands by his chair and goes to grab at his wine as well. Unlike you, he takes his time sipping it. A frown sits heavy on his face as he ponders. It doesn’t last long.

“Let us depart,” He says as he places the wine down on the clothed table. It wasn't an invitation nor a question, simply a statement that he expects to be followed. It takes a moment for you to recognize what he was asking of you.

You only nod as it catches up with you. You drink the final bits of your wine, knowing it won’t be enough to make you forget the events of tonight. But you hope anyway.

Morpheus extends an arm and you grab on with hesitancy. It was just the two of you now, walking across the venue in the aftermath of what was supposed to be a romantic dream. The candles still glowed and draped everything in a soft glow, plates and glasses were empty with crumbs left in its place, messy napkins and a few stolen centerpieces. Everything to state that the wedding was a success.

You should feel proud, excited, anything positive in this moment! You should be brimming over the top with happiness, it is your wedding day, after all. Instead, all that is left is the nauseating feeling of betrayal that you didn’t feel like you had the right to experience.

When the doors open and you step out into the night air, cheer erupts and the sound of glittering stardust falls from the hands of friends, family, and the court. The particles stick to every surface of your body, making your hair, skin, and clothes shimmer with every movement. Fireworks soon join in on the celebration and the cheers grow louder. Easily impressed, a smile breaks out on your face once again that evening as you watch the flashing of colorful lights above you. If you cannot find happiness, then you shall borrow it from the people around you until you can. Tonight, you shall bask in the moonlight of the abundant joy around you, the sound of applause and fireworks too loud for you to remember why you were so melancholy in the first place.

Even with the uneasy conversation Morpheus shared earlier with Calliope, his breath was taken away as he looked at you entering the carriage. You looked like the very night sky, like a star or angel fallen from heaven itself. You looked like the Goddess Venus reborn. When you smile at him from the seat above, even he can’t deny your beauty.

But.

He stops himself again. Right, this isn’t him thinking that you’re beautiful and perfect. It’s because the Gods created you for him specifically. He didn’t get a choice in choosing you. He doesn’t love you. His sentiments drop quickly and he joins you in the carriage quietly. He watches carefully as you lean out of the carriage window as your mother comes up to you. She whispers something into your ear, your smile faltering slightly as you sit back down.

The rest of the carriage ride was stewed in yet another awkward silence. The booming sound of fireworks slowly faded as the two of you rode further from the wedding venue. Now only the sound of horse hooves accompanied you in the confining box. You peek again at Morpheus, but he seemed content with looking out the window. The moonlight that sneaks in through the window curtain helps highlight his high cheekbones and sharp jawline. He looked as eternal as he presented himself. It drives a further wedge between the two of you, his status seemingly too far for you to reach.

The ride to the palace was shorter than you expected and the carriage soon came to a halt. Morpheus leaves first then helps you down with a steady hand. Your attention is completely immersed in the grandeur of the palace. Large, lifelike statues decorate every wall, surrounded by balconies of ivory and stone. Its dome-like structure covered in glass and bronze made your jaw slack in shock. You’ve seen the castle from a distance all the time from your own estate, but seeing it as you walk up the staircase was a different experience altogether.

A dragon perches right before the door moves and glares at you with a small roar making you jump in your skin. Morpheus places a small hand on the small of your back, ushering you into the castle without much of a blink of his eyes.

“Don’t mind her, she simply likes to mess with the people that come through,” He comments.

You don’t bother with a response as you continue to look at the dragon. Walking further up the stairs, the doors open on their own and you’re greeted with grand chandeliers and a large red carpet that runs all the way down the hall before splitting into two separate wings. Arches accompany the high ceilings and walls and made for easy and pleasurable viewing. But the viewing was cut short as almost immediately maids in matching uniforms curtsied in front of you.

You didn’t get a word out before they started ushering you away into the east wing. Similarly, Morpheus was rushed into the west wing, though he didn’t seem to make much of a fuss either. It was eerily quiet, not even footsteps were heard over the plush carpet. It doesn’t take long for you to arrive at what you presumed to be your room. The idea only solidified with the grand review of a large bedroom, and your previously packed items already put away.

“Your Majesty, I am your Lady’s Maid. Please, we are already running behind.” A woman of your age says with a curtsy.

Her outfit fit the similar midnight blue and silver of the royal court, but certainly held more detail in the fabrics. She also held herself with a higher esteem than that of the other lesser maids that escorted you here. You’re ushered to a vanity as women flutter around you once again. They don’t falter even when you try to show your displeasement as they stripped you of your wedding gown and under garments.

You Lady’s Maid watches from a distance, delegating tasks to her subordinates as they prep you for the night. They have you step into a simple silk dress. It’s thin and doesn’t leave anything to the imagination. When you go to open your mouth again at the choice, your Lady’s Maid simply raises her hand with a shake of her head. The words quickly die in your throat. Lastly, your hair is pulled from it’s formal updo and left as it naturally is, a few stray pieces of stardust falling to the ground as they do so.

“No, keep the stardust on her skin. It matches her complexion well.” The Lady’s Maid says before another could wipe it away with a wet cloth. Like that, you were ready to be presented to the king once more. The rest of the maids leave the room quickly, all commotion taken with them.

Your Lady’s Maid is the last to leave, giving you one last look over before heading out. Before she does, you stop with a simple question. “What is your name?”

“Agnes, Your Grace,” She answers truthfully.

“Thank you, Agnes.”

She nods, gives a final curtsy, and leaves.

You stay in the silent room for a few more minutes, enjoying the moment to yourself. When you were ready, you peek your head out the door and relief floods over you as no one was in sight. With another look to the other side of the hallway, you leave the comforts of your room. Down the grand stairs once again and up the stairs to the west wing.

You were right to assume that the west wing mimicked the east and found a door similar in decoration to your room. No one was around this hallway either, so it wouldn’t hurt if you found yourself in the wrong room anyways. Well, except maybe your own pride.

You knock twice, and with shaky hands open the door. There was barely any light coming from the room, and before you committed to it, you peaked in with your head. It certainly looked like Morpheus’s chamber, the only issue is that the person who owned it was not in there. With one last look outside, you walk into the darkness of the room.

Timidly, you stand by the door, ready to leave at a moment’s notice. A door opens from within the room, and Morpheus emerges from a connected suite. He pauses for a moment when he sees you standing there, but regains formality soon after. Without words, he takes his jacket off, tossing it to the side on a nearby chair that sat in front of a fireplace.

A blush creeps up your cheeks as he walks closer to you still, and the blush continues to grow down your neck as his hands caress over your face. His touch was gentle but it didn’t stop the way your heart jumped around erratically in your chest. Your mother’s words echo in your mind as he turns away and sits down on his bed.

“Make him happy,” It said.

With a deep breath to squash the last of your nerves, you sit next to him. Your uneasiness is still within you, enough to keep you from looking at him outright.

“Lay down,” He says with a sigh and you do.

The pillows are softer than the ones you had on your old bed, but the actions that you are about to perform seem to make it futile. As if the pillow was holding your hand gently as he crawls over your shaking body.

When he comes face to face with you, your eyes look into his eyes for a moment, but the coldness you find in there chases you away. You turn your face.

Gods, please let this be over quickly. You prayed silently in your head.

A cold hand cups your cheek and you flinch from the touch. Your fingers dig into the satin sheets below so that you could ground yourself in something else. Your heart is beating loud enough you could feel the pulses in your head and the ravaging drumming in your ears.

“Make him happy,” You hear your mothers words in your head again and a lone tear escapes you.

Morpheus notices, the moonlight highlighting the liquid as it slides down your cheek and he pulls away. He would have consummated this marriage as it was his duty. But seeing you now, trembling like a scared animal beneath him, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Do you wish to be touched?” He asks. He pulls his hands away and sits back up, unstraddling your legs as he returns to where he was before the two of you laid down.

Your eyes snap open at his question. It was simply something you didn’t expect him to ask. Slowly, you too sit up and see him looking at you with near teary eyes. You stay quiet as you battle yourself for answering his question. Your mother’s presence is strong, even when she miles away.

“Answer truthfully,” He says again and he faces you head on as he says so. A finger of his twitches on his leg as he rests them there, but he restrains from touching you.

In the company of moonlight and the bare witness of the King, you do as you’re told and answer him truthfully.

“No,” You whisper plainly. You’re playing with the edges of your nightgown, rolling the fabric in on itself as you speak.

Morpheus’ eyes soften at your answer. Content even as you found the will to speak to him without the fear of being reprimanded by your King. It is just as he always wanted since you first spoke with him during the reception.

“Very well, then we shall not consummate tonight.” He stands and your eyes follow him as he walks away from the bed.

“Is it not our responsibility to do so?” You ask timidly. You feel the pain of something lodged in your throat as more tears threaten to spill. You were already a disappointment and the day wasn’t even over yet.

“I will not take you, or anyone, against their will. I am no monster.”

His outright truth snaps your head towards his, only his outline visible in the low-light atmosphere of his room.

“And,” He continues. “I will not take you until you are ready to do so. Have a good night, my lady.” A curt bow of his head and he leaves the same way you entered.

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Sorry I've been gone for so long you guys! Final season is upon us and I feel that gap where there is no inspiration to write anything also taking over me... Oh well, it's not the end of the world :)

In the meantime, I'm going to be rearranging my main masterlist so it's easier to navigate

Thank you, as always, for your amazing support!

Until the next time my loves

♡ Yours, Layla

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- James Potter x reader

{After losing a Quidditch match James is upset, but luckily you’re there to comfort him}

Hope you enjoy lovelies!! 💕

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James knew from the moment he woke up late that today was going to be awful, and he was only proven right time and time again.

The weather was horrible for starters, the rain was just relentless as it continued to pelt down and despite the growing storm the match still wasn’t called off, the same match that James’ team was losing horribly in.

Disappointed felt like a complete understatement, he was distraught, and by the time he got home all those built-up emotions had taken the form of tears and they built up in his tired eyes. He wanted nothing more than for the ground beneath him to swallow him completely.

As soon as you heard the door open you dropped everything you were doing and rushed to the hallway, “James! How was the-“ You immediately stopped yourself as you took in the sight of his teary face, the way his shoulders dropped with exhaustion.

Your chest tightens at the sorrowful sight, you notice the way his eyebrows are pulled together as he unties his shoelaces before kicking them off, “Terrible” he sighs, his hand running through his rain-damp hair.

You walk closer to him the back of your hand wiping away the stray tears that fall down his cheek, and it doesn’t take much before his head falls onto your shoulder, your hand smoothes against his back, and he lets out a shaky sigh against your skin.

“I’m gonna go shower, lovely,” he says, trying his best to keep his tone strong but his attempts are pointless as his voice quivers with sadness.

You nod softly as he leans to press a gentle kiss to your cheek, “Okay, if you need anything just ask” You smile as he makes his way upstairs.

You busied yourself with housework and other small things as you tried to rack your brain for any ideas of how to make his day just a little better. You hated seeing him so defeated and you wanted nothing more than to hear his laugh.

You were just about to start dusting the bookshelf when he calls your name, and you were quick to make your way upstairs to him.

James is sitting on the edge of the bed, with freshly washed hair and clean clothes, but his face is still as teary, “Could you help me, please?” He asks, handing you the face cream and you gladly take the offer sitting down in front of him on the bed.

“Of course I can baby” you smile, pressing a kiss to his hairline.

He wanted to be close to you, wanted to feel your soft hands against his face as you soothe all his worries and stress away, he wanted the warmth of your love to blanket him.

James watches as you collect some of the product on your fingers before gently rubbing it into his skin, and he sighs at the feeling, his eyes closing with the newfound peace. Your thumbs gently graze against his cheeks and you can’t help but pull him closer into you, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to the tip of his nose.

He chuckles at the feeling of your soft lips as the pepper kisses all over his face, and the sweet sound of his breathy laughter only prompts you to continue your journey down to his jaw.

His hands settle on your hip as he pulls you, guiding, you to sit on his lap as he leans against the bed frame.

You rest your forehead against his, his damp curls pressing against your skin, “Thank you” he whispers, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

“What for?” You giggle, brushing your nose against his ever so slightly.

“For being perfect” he simply responds, his hands traversing underneath your shirt, soothing at the sides of your waist.

The butterflies that invade your stomach are all too prominent and his sweet words make you feel all floaty.

“We lost, the match I mean, pretty bad” he sighs, his head resting against your shoulder as you play with the ends of his hair that sit against the nap of his neck.

You turn your head slightly to press a kiss to the side of his head, “I’m sorry sweetheart” you whisper, wincing at the feeble words, yes, of course, you were sorry he lost, but there was nothing you could outright do to make it better, and the words ‘I’m sorry’ are the only words that felt right.

But what you can do is make him happy, “Why don’t we watch that thing you’ve been talking about?” You suggest, smiling at the way he visibly lights up, how his eyes seem to flicker with excitement.

He honestly didn’t even expect you to have been listening to his rambling let alone even remember it. It was a documentary about aquatic life that he thought looked pretty interesting, one of those things you mention in the moment and never really get around to doing it.

“Yeah I would like that- could we order something to eat?” He asks, his hands soothing against your thighs.

You nod, “Of course, we can” You smile as he presses kisses against your neck his nose nuzzling against your skin, and before you could even move he cups your jaw.

“I mean it, you’re perfect,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips, his heart fluttering, and you both spend the entire night entangled with each other, surrounded by nothing but love.

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: gekko x male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: gekko hopes its a simple crush, one that'll pass, but he hasn't had one since the first light, so his expectations for how this will go are skewed. slightly.

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4761

reader knows spanish but doesn't look like he does

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: guess whos back baby

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"You might want to keep your little friends in check." Reyna remarks. She leads a steady pace as she guides Gekko through the halls of what will be his new home away from home, yet the new recruit still has to fight to keep up. "There are quite a few rule-enforcers here."

His eyes wander everywhere, from the mundane tiled floors through which he could see his own reflection to the interesting sign declaring the firing range. He rushes forward to catch up with Reyna, "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, she only nods her head towards one of his buddies. Wingman. "Hey! Dude, put that down!" Then there were "Mosh, Dizzy that is not how you play baseball! And not where you should, either." and finally "Thrash! You little monster, get back here!"

"That is what I mean." Reyna smirks, and Gekko could do nothing but laugh nervously.

"I promise they won't go wandering off, at least not without me."

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At first, he didn't know why Reyna would be so apprehensive; then, when his friends snuck out of his room without permission and caused havoc in the living quarters that led to Brimstone scolding him with a passive-aggressiveness he's never quite witnessed before, he understood. But it wasn't so bad—he kept them under control afterwards, and even then, there was only so much they could do in terms of destruction. He hadn't thought about what else they could do, at least not until he met you.

"Dizzy?"

Where was she? She couldn't have gone far. Well, she could fly, but she did it slowly. How could she have gotten past him so easily?

She's done it before, actually, usually in the mornings, but it was the afternoon now. She usually made her own way back to him too, but it had been to long and Gekko was starting to worry.

"Dizzy!" Gekko opens a door and calls obnoxiously, for he wasn't expecting what he saw before him.

He saw you, and her; and you were sleeping, the both of you. Dizzy slept often when there wasn't much action, and he guesses that you do too, although his loud call disturbs you from your sleep.

You stretch your limbs above your head and roll over to face him, unfortunately knocking Dizzy off the couch.

"Shit, sorry for waking you."

He swoops down to pick Dizzy off her back but you do it before he can. The little critter snuggles into your chest and Gekko swear she can feel the gesture himself as his chest warms.

"Mm, 's all good." You reply, words slurred like you're too lazy or tired to put in the effort to speak.

"You sleep a lot." Why did he say that?

"Do I?" You yawn, "Sometimes the couch is more comfortable than my bed could ever be."

"Maybe it's the feeling that it's different." Gekko suggests. He wonders if he should sit, but where would he? You take up the length of the couch and anywhere would be intrusive. He didn't want to be intrusive but... he also wanted to sit with you. He settles for an arm rest.

"You mean, like novelty?"

"What?"

You snicker, and he feels a warmth spread up to his cheeks, whether shame or something else, he doesn't know. "Nevermind."

Maybe he shouldn't have stuck around in the first place. Gekko sweeps Dizzy from your embrace, missing the disappointment on your face in his haste, and moves to make his quick escape with a swift excuse, "I think that was Reyna calling my name. Right? Yeah, I think so. I'll, uh, see you later."

He's out the door before he can even hear your own goodbye.

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"Reyna, I need you to make up an excuse for me."

The conversation starter certainly gets Reyna interested. "Harbor needed you?"

"No, I mean, an excuse for why you would call me." At that, she raises an eyebrow. She also glances at Dizzy, who remains in Gekko's arms and not in his bag.

But first came making up an excuse, she cared for him, after all. "Gun training." It's only then that he notices the gun in her hands. Reyna raises a smirk and turns back to the targets, "Why?"

"Well, I..." Gekko grabs a rifle from the rack and decides to shoot along with her, maybe to keep his mind off things. "I don't know, really."

Reyna doesn't prod. Instead, she fixes his stance and continues to shoot.

He tries to focus, to recall everything Reyna's told him before on shooting. He's good at it, maybe not better than Reyna but certainly better than Neon; she relied more on her finger guns, after all, but today he was worse. Thoughts ran rampant through his mind without limit, and it felt like they would spill out from his ears.

He shoots and he misses and he shoots again and he misses again.

"¿Que paso, cariño?" (What happened, dear?)

"No sé." (I don't know.)

He takes a deep breath and steadies his gun on the target's head. You sleep a lot. Why did he say that, instead of anything else?

He shoots and he misses.

"Steady your gun, steel yourself–"

"I know." Gekko interrupts her, "You've said it a million times." He's too frustrated, lost in his mind that he doesn't watch his tone.

"Well, you're not following it today." Reyna's voice is like a dagger. It cuts his thoughts and brings him back to reality.

"Sorry."

She shakes her head, "You're off your game. Do you know why?"

"I'm acting before thinking."

"But now you're thinking too much."

Gekko can only offer a shrug. He only had one possible explanation, and that was it. Reyna sighs, "¿Supongo que es algo sobre tus sentimientos?" How could she tell? Gekko's face becomes the answer, and Reyna can read him easy. "A crush." (I'm guessing it's something about your feelings?)

Gekko's had his fair share of crushes. He knows the telltale signs, he knows the heat on his skin, the sweat, the feeling he can't quite name, how his mouth can't catch up with his thoughts and his face won't seem to cooperate.

He's just not so sure he has one on you. What did he see in you? You were pretty, you were smart, you've saved his ass more than once in missions, you were handsome—could he go on? Yes, yes he could. Okay, he saw it.

Reyna breaks him out of his thoughts, "This is not something I can help you with."

"Why not?" She only raises an eyebrow in return and Gekko remembers who he's talking to. "Yeah, okay."

Normally she would fire back with sass but now she just laughs, "Sage would be better help."

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Gekko didn't seek out Sage's help. He didn't need it. This was just a simple crush. It would pass, just like most others. He was just crushing on you because of the–how did you put it?–novelty of it all. You were a new person in his life, a person much cooler than him. He was just adjusting to getting new friends so suddenly.

Now Thrash was gone. For a creature so loud, she made no sound when she snuck out of his bag and or his room.

"Thrash?" She could only have so much energy. Either he'd find her or her globule.

But then—a sound.

"You can't be sneaky anymore," He calls out as he walks, slower now in order to not startle her immediately, "I can hear you~"

As he rounds the corner, he spots her trying to hide behind a plant pot. He could see the top of her head behind the leaves. He walks even slower, makes his footsteps even quieter, and shuts his mouth. He would catch her soon, but only if he was careful. If he wasn't...

...she would run. "No, Thrash, don't go!"

And suddenly there was a chase. Thrash rounded sharp corners swiftly and Gekko followed behind much more sloppily. He held onto the wall's edge to swing himself around it and gain momentum, but she just kept going faster. "You have nowhere to go!"

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Watching the agents in the simulated training room was always good entertainment. Especially since the team took out the fierce nanobomb collab bot together, as now the agents wanted to try facing them on their own again. Doing it together proved it was defeatable; doing it alone would prove they were skilled.

On your end, you would rather save yourself the trouble... and also bet with Yoru along the way, which, really, was a scam.

"Why do I keep betting for the agents if we both know the bot will win?"

Yoru shrugs, "That's a problem for you and your wallet."

You scoff, "You little sl–"

Suddenly, a huge creature falls into your arms. You recognize her immediately as Thrash by the slimy feeling of her underside. You also recognize that she's knocked your mug out of your hands. What a detain! The problem is that mug was not yours, and instead, it was Commander Brim's huge dad mug. Oh, you were in so much trouble.

You brace yourself for the shattering of the porcelain but it never comes. Instead, you find Gekko again. He stands quickly with the mug in his hands and flashes you an apologetic smile.

Begging for attention, Thrash turns over on her back, placing her rough back against your hands instead and chirps as if to plead, and you know just what for. You scratch, scratch, scratch behind her ear, below her chin, and on her slimy stomach. She seems so pleased that she disappears into a globule right in your hands and takes her sticky residue with her.

"I'm so sorry." Gekko takes her immediately and places her in his bag.

"It's okay."

His eyes drag down and he gasps dramatically, "Oh no! I got a huge stain on you!"

You only laugh and reply "It's okay." again. "Although, I do wonder why your little critters are seeking me out."

"I don't know neither..." Gekko admits himself. He scratches the back of his neck, pondering for a second, and you can't help but find it cute.

Your attention is ripped away by the blue edgy man behind you, "It looks like you pissed yourself."

"Oh shut up." You roll your eyes.

Gekko takes the opportunity to leave, but as soon as he steps out the door, as soon as he can't see you anymore, his thoughts decide to be rational, or irrational, as they are only about you. He was down bad.

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The main meeting was over. Gekko was set to join the next mission in Norway, and you were to stay in HQ. Maybe he was a little disappointed that you weren't coming with, but at least you wouldn't be in any danger. He was glad about that, if anything.

Groups divided to talk, really, about anything. That was one of the main things Gekko was surprised about. Everyone talked so freely. The atmosphere felt like one of his big family reunions.

But he wasn't talking to anyone. He was only looking.

You really were so cool. Everyone here was cool but he always seemed to be especially entranced with you. He could stare at you like a painting on the wall, except that was the problem. He could never approach you on his own.

His buddies, however, seemed to have no problem with it. "Dizzy, wait!" He whisper-shouts.

Dizzy ignores him and curls into a ball and rolls your way, a new technique Gekko'd never seen before from her, knocking at your feet until you pick her up. You continue your conversation like it's nothing and mindlessly pet at the critter in your arms. Gekko can do nothing but watch.

He was jealous of his own buddies for being able to approach you so easily, but it was also heartwarming to see you regard them so fondly.

Reyna leans on the wall next to Gekko, letting her heels announce her presence. "Te ves estupido." (You look stupid.)

Gekko's eyebrows scrunch up, "What the fuck, Reyna?"

She only laughs, "Es la verdad." (It's true.)

He scoffs and turns back away from her, and it's only natural his eyes fall on you. "Is it Dizzy you're looking at, or him?"

"Him?"

Reyna continues to read him like an open book. It's the way it says it–him, so softly, like speaking is the first thing on his mind and like staring at you is his only priority–that answers her question.

"For your sake, let's say both."

"Reyna?" Gekko perks up, all shy and timid.

It was interesting to her. "Hm..?"

"Do you know why they stick around him so much?"

Reyna knew what he was talking about, who "they" was and especially who "he" was. It was endearing how he trusted her with these things. But she had already told him before. She wasn't good help with these sorts of things. "You're the critter handler."

"Right..."

"But," She still had a hypothesis, "las mascotas hacen lo que sus dueños les muestran." She sends a wink somewhere ahead and Gekko takes a look, only to find you offering the two of them a smile. He almost melts. Thank God you don't know Spanish. (Pets do what their owners show them.)

"Reyna...¡para de echarle leña al fuego!" He whines. (Stop adding fuel to the fire!)

"Aww," Reyna coos, almost like she's going to pull his cheeks, "no huyas de las oportunidades, cariño." (Don't run from opportunities, dear.)

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Pets do what their owners show them. What did that mean? Dizzy liked to sleep, he supposes so does he. Sometimes Wingman tries to sneak a drink from his boba. The whole bunch of them have a lot of energy, and he knows others see that in him. But why would she bring that up now? I do wonder why they always seek me out... Oh no. They liked you too, which really did confirm he had a crush.

"Ay, diosito, cómo te he provocado..?" Gekko groans, sinking his head further into his pillow. A knock to his door. Thinking it's just Neon, or maybe even Phoenix, he shouts "Come in!" from the bed.

However, instead of an electrically charged or pyrokinetic agent, it's you. "Hi, Gekko."

"Oh!" He straightens up on the bed.

Either his surprise woke them or they sensed your presence; whatever the case, his little buddies wake from their slumber in his discarded globule bag. They pounce on you harmlessly. Thrash climbs up to your shoulder, Dizzy flies atop your head and Wingman hugs your legs. Mosh obediently stays a globule on the table, but he threatens to roll off the edge. You catch him before he can create a pit.

"Hey guys. How are ya?" You push Wingman onto just one of your legs so you can wobble towards his bed, which is of course still quite the task, but you finish it all the same.

You plop yourself down next to him on the bed and, he doesn't notice it but, he scoots closer. "Reyna wanted me to check up on you. Said she was worried."

"..why?" He had a feeling he knew why, but he asks anyway.

"It's almost eleven."

Gekko glances at the alarm clock on his table. "Oh."

"I'll admit," You begin with a small laugh to mask your evident anxiousness, "I was quite worried too."

"I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to apologize all the time, you know." Your growing smile lights one up on his face as well. "Well, let's see, do you have a fever? Did you not get enough sleep last night?"

"No, I–"

Despite him denying it, you press a hand to his cheek, then his forehead. "My, you're burning up."

He pushes your hand away, "It's not what you think."

"Really?" But you bring it back up to monitor the heat on his cheeks.

"I assure you, I'm fine." He nods, taking your hand in his so that you don't continue to raise the temperature on his cheeks in a way you don't even notice. He's never seen you so worried before. Usually, you were so laid back and chill. This was a new side of you he didn't expect, and a part of him felt warmed by the thought that you cared for him so dearly.

"Do I need to tell Brim to take you out of the upcoming mission?" You stress, fighting his hold that keeps you away.

"Really! I'm all good!" He squeezes your hand to reassure you. "You don't have to worry about me."

You huff but nod, "Okay, fine. But if you are bedridden tomorrow, don't say I didn't try."

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He's glad, for once, that one of his buddies doesn't lead him to you. Instead, he finds his way to you on his own, whether for good or for worse. It was just a crush that he wanted to end. But he was prolonging it when he was with you, alone; although, he couldn't just avoid you. He really did want to be around you. It's a dilemma.

"What are you doing here?" It was mid-afternoon. Lunch was over two hours ago and he was sure he saw you there, and not only because his gaze always drifted towards you like a magnet.

"Oh, hey Gekko." Your voice is cheerful as you greet him. "It was meant to be a surprise, but I'm baking cookies... or cupcakes. Can't decide."

"For who?" He curiously asks.

"Celebration for after the mission, so everyone, but I guess... you."

His face quickly lights up with surprise, "Oh." Then a grin makes itself present on his lips. He's trying to hide it, but he can't and you spot it.

You chuckle, and a little shame climbs up his cheeks and surely paints them pink. "You're welcome to help, if you're not actually sick. "

"I told you, I'm not," He shakes his head with a laugh, "and I'd like that."

"What do you like?" You move to maneuver the cabinets much more familiar to you, grabbing flour from the top ones and eggs from the fridge and milk and all. "Between cupcakes and cookies, I mean."

In his growing anxiousness, Wingman sneaks out of his bag. His eyes remain on you, watching your every move. He could definitely mess this up if he wasn't careful. "Cupcakes. More toppings that way."

"You're right."

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Wingman hopping and trying to grab the flour off the counter. "Hey, Wingman..." He warns sternly, "no te atrevas." (don't you dare.)

You push the flour out of the little man's reach and play along, "You mess things up, I'll mess you up!"

Gekko follows your lead. He hasn't really baked anything before, except for the cake boxes at the grocery store. He was... out of his field of expertise. Wingman, too, tries to help, and he has half the mind to put him back in the globule pack but you seemed to be enjoying his presence. It could be worse. Wingman was his only buddy that had actual appendages.

Everything you called for, he reached for. Cinnamon? Vanilla extract? Whatever it was, he looked for it, even if he didn't always know where it was; unless Wingman beats him to it.

Sometimes neither of them could find it, though, which meant you had to go for it yourself. The space between the counters was limiting, hardly enough comfortable space for one person. Maneuvering around each other should've been hard, but you had a simple solution.

You take his hips in your warm hold and pull him gently to the side, then walk past him. It only takes a few seconds. Usually he wouldn't allow himself to be so malleable, nor would he let this pass; but you were you. It got him quite confused but also so enamored. Your touch absolutely brought tingles up his side. It was driving him crazy.

"Three trays." You announce as you close the oven. "Good enough, yeah?"

"..yeah." His eyes trace your figure as you stand up proudly, hands on your hips. You were beautiful. Your smile shined brightly, your eyes crinkled with the same joy, and he couldn't keep his eyes away.

"Gekko?"

You were just lovely.

"Mateo?"

At the use of his actual name, Gekko shakes his trance off. "Yeah?" His voice breaks and he fights the urge to shrink in on himself. He clears his throat, "What did you say?"

"They'll be ready in about twenty minutes, so we've got time for a break."

He nods his head slowly, "Okay. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, I–oh no." Your face drops suddenly.

He follows your petrified gaze down, down at himself. "What? Oh." His waist was absolutely covered in flour the shape of your handprints that stood out stark white against his lilac tee.

"I am so sorry, Mateo." You place a hand over your mouth, "I–"

He pulls it down before you can cover your lips with inedible flour, "It's okay. Just like that stain on your pants a few days ago, right?"

You laugh, comforted by how quickly he got to consoling you. "Yeah, alright." But you lift your hand to show him one last thing, his fingers stained in flour from holding yours. "Oopsie."

Gekko bursts out laughing, and you laugh along with him.

Wingman hops up and down–for a little guy he jumps real high–to catch your attention. Much to Gekko's dismay, you give it to him.

"Who's such a good little helper? You are, Wingman, right? You are~"

He doesn't know whether to be jealous or happy.

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"Mateo, hey!"

He loves the way his names roll off your tongue. It feels sweet, like the cupcakes you'd made together, even if he'd promised to hold off and eat them after the mission. You said so perfectly, too, without even the slight hint of an English accent. He loves the smile you send his way too and how cute you look waving at him for attention; but you hadn't gotten his attention, after all. He wasn't listening, too focused on your face.

"Mateo?" You call again.

He clears his throat, right, yeah, you were saying something, "What's up?"

"Good luck." You nod encouragingly. "Not that you'll need it."

"Well, I still appreciate it." He offers a grin, "Thank you. I'll make sure to come back in one piece," He doesn't know where the sudden courage comes from, but he winks and says, "just for you, of course."

You shake your head with a laugh, "You better."

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It was the most beautiful, no, one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen in his life.

The mission went successfully, so there was some extra time for perusing an actually inhabited and not evacuated part of Norway. He had no idea this would be here, this tulip field. Huge rows of different colored flowers shined under the golden hour of the setting sun. The ship was coming soon and he'd have to leave soon, and normally he wouldn't even want to leave, but now he only wished you were here to see this with him.

He snaps a pic and turns around, but not before a thought occurs to him. There were so many... thousands of them. Surely a single pink tulip wouldn't be missed?

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"Dios, te amo... te amo tanto." The cupcakes taste so good! They made him want to kiss you right now, so badly, but he knew he couldn't, even with his mind half-drunk off sweetness. (God, I love you. I love you so much.)

You raise a brow and Gekko is so glad you don't know Spanish because it almost looked like you knew what he said. "What does that mean?"

But he's still petrified, "Don't worry about it..."

"It means the cupcakes are great, sort of." Reyna places a hand on Gekko's shoulder as she settles down next to him, a cupcake in her other hand. It's decorated with dark chocolate, which is certainly fitting. "Cuidate, Mateo."

"Right..." Gekko shakes her off.

"How was the mission?" You ask.

"Oh, it went great," He perks up in his seat, "everyone did so well. Harbor's water powers were cool as always and Skye didn't flash anybody! Wingman even got to plant the spike."

"Mateo did a significantly good job." Reyna states, patting his head in an attempt to ruffle his hair up, "He deserves some praise... but he also made some funny mistakes."

"Really? What'd he do?"

Gekko can only sit there and listen to Reyna make fun of him endearingly while you listened to her every word. He chimes in with his own jokes about the situation as a way to lighten his own shame.

"Nuh-uh, Reyna, you know I–"

"Almost tumbled down the steps?" She smirks, "You could've squashed Mosh into a pit."

He groans and hides his face with his hands. His mistakes were bound to run out soon enough, right? No more of listening to this anymore. Except they aren't over yet when Gekko perks back up.

You wrap a comforting arm around Gekko's shoulders and it causes him to stiffen up. You, on the other hand, seem so nonchalant; but he can tell with the way you glance at him that you're nervous too, maybe over him. It's reassuring.

It also means the jokes come piling in, now that he's comfortable.

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The tulip in his hand is red, a deep pigmented red. If he'd have thought about it–or maybe he didn't even know about the language of flowers–he would've googled its meaning. Red tulips are a sign of confession and love, much like roses, but, to him, roses would've been way too romantic. It was just a little crush, after all.

Your friendship was blossoming. He was finally becoming more comfortable around you. What if it went wrong? What if this would mess everything up?

"Mateo?"

It was just a little crush. It could still pass; but Reyna had told him not to let opportunities go to waste, and she always had objective suggestions for him.

He turns to you with a jump, placing the tulip on the hallway table behind him and hiding it with his body. "Hey."

But he didn't have it in him.

"Something wrong?"

"No." He shakes his head, "Everything's fine."

Gekko's buddies had a deep love for you, and, unlike Gekko, they didn't have shame. Wingman pops out of his pack without even alerting him. He made sure to be sneaky and quiet, but Gekko's attention was entirely on you, so he didn't have much to worry about.

Wingman snatches the tulip from the table with a little hop, and the "plop" sound of his feet making contact with the ground again alerts Gekko, but by the time he looks down he's already at your feet.

"Bloop." Wingman holds the flower high.

"Hey, little guy, this for me?" You bring him up with one arm, taking the tulip with the other. "Don't think you got this all on your own. This yours, Mateo?"

"Yeah." He admits.

"Thank you." He watches you attentively, waiting to see a big, drastic reaction. "A red tulip..."

"Listen, I–" He clears his throat, preparing himself only briefly in his mind. "Te quiero, tanto y no tengo ni la primera idea como decirtelo, pero sí puedo decir que tu eres increible y tan, tan bonito. Soy tan estupido que te lo estoy diciendo en español y tu no sabes lo que estoy diciendo y sera muy dificil decirtelo otra vez en ingles. Mierda." The words fall out his mouth like tumbling dominos. (I like you, so much, and I have no idea how to tell you, but I can tell you that you are incredible and so so beautiful. I am so stupid that I'm telling you this in Spanish and you don't know what I'm saying and it'll be so hard to tell you in English. Shit.)

"Increible, ha?" You snicker, shaking your head, "Quiero que sepas que te encuentro muy bonito tambien." (Incredible, huh? I want you to know that I find you very beautiful too.)

What? "Tu sabes español?!" (You know Spanish?!)

"Sí, amor." (Yes, love.)

"Dios santisimo..." Gekko could melt into a puddle right then and there. He covers his face with his hand and breathes out a sigh, but it's one of relief. (God...)

"Ah, y," You begin, placing Wingman down and cupping his cheek, in the process moving his hand away from his beautiful face. "te quiero tambien." (Oh, and, I like you too.)

Maybe he rushes, but he can't hold back with the warmth your hand brings to his face. He kisses you, and even if it was rushing, you kiss him back. It's nothing and everything like he's imagined at the same time and he can't have enough.

Thank you, Wingman.

#valorant x male reader #valorant x reader #gekko x reader #gekko x male reader #🌸 // success!#🎫 // gekko #🎟 // valorant #valorant fanfiction

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spydcddya · 9 months ago

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↳ ⸂ OPEN STARTER ⸃ !

❛ hm ... ❜ a subtle hum to caress the air alongside the faintest aroma of cinnamon-sweet chewing gum, as twilight quietly indulges ; out of the way of others. crossed arms taut against the chest. although it wasn't his favorite holiday, valentine's day surely meant ( something ) to someone. it's the bare minimum of respect paid by changing the taste in rubber candy just for today's worth.

#man's is TRYING to stay out of people's eye because he KNOWS he'll get bombarded with valentine's day presents and confessions #meant for ALL VERSES btw have at it !#❛ ⦗ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ☾ ∶ ⁎﹡☆ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ ⁎ ( open starter )

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peppapig9009 · 2 months ago

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Boruto Timeskip X Reader

Part Three!!

A/N - Hello everyone! I hope you guys are doing well. Okay so before you guys begin I just wanted to thank you guys for reading my stories, it makes me really happy and motivates me to continue on. Ughh I really wanted to finish this because I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting. If only you guys knew how much work I have to do for school right now. I even have a speech class which used to be my worst nightmare but I’m glad that I have gotten better at public speaking. Okay off you guys go! If there are any mistakes in here please let me know! :D

10k words!!

Summary - You were invited to go to Naruto’s house after so long, why were you invited? And who invited you? Read to find out.

Warnings - Swearing, Violence, and Smut

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“What’s wrong? why are you yelling?!” You said still trying to figure out whatever came out of his mouth. “It’s nothing, I had a bad dream. Sorry for waking you up.” He said yawning as he laid back down in your arms. It was silent for a moment. Your heart was still beating fast from the adrenaline that was rushed into your body. “You okay?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair waiting for a response. “Yeah, it’s just that I sensed unsettling chakra. But once I was aware of my surroundings, it left for some reason.” He said. You only hummed in response and tapped on his shoulder to let him know that you’re going to get out of bed.

You went into your stuff and picked out the clothes that you were going to wear for the day. “Shit, we had sex last night.” You said to yourself as the memories washed over you. You looked back at him and saw that he was also looking back at you. You both gave each other an awkward smile and slowly looked away. You stood up and walked out of the room only to find out that no one else was home. “I wonder where they went.” You thought as you walked to the bathroom. You checked the water temperature to see if it was good enough to walk in. And it was, so you started to strip down. You always thought showering was the best way to start your day and the best way to end your night. You just love being clean.

Once you were done showering you opened the door so the fog could come out. (And also because you couldn’t see anything in the mirror.) In the meantime, you brushed your teeth and your hair. After you were done with that, you opened the drawer and pulled out all the things you needed to make you look perfect for the day. “Hey are you going to take long? I need to take a shit.” Boruto said making you jump. “Yeah give me a few.” You said laughing. It never failed to make you happy knowing Boruto is comfortable enough to tell you things like that without making the situation awkward. You saw him turning around with his arms around his stomach. “Jeez what did he eat yesterday.” You said to yourself.

After you were done, you put everything back in its place to stay organized. You picked up your clothes and put them in your ‘used only’ laundry basket and walked out. “There, you could go in now.” You told Boruto. He then walked out of the room with clothes in his hand because he was also going to shower. Actually, he didn’t walk, he ran. You saw that the room was all clean. “Phew, thank you.” You said sighing out loud knowing you didn’t have to clean the room. You then walked out and into the kitchen to see what there is to eat. You thought to either make sandwiches or go out and buy something. “I’ll just wait until Boruto gets out. I’ll let him decide.” You said closing the cabinets. As soon as you sat down on the couch, you sensed Sarada and Kawaki’s chakra coming your way.

*Knock Knock*

“who’s there?” You said quietly as you opened the door, “hey! What are you guys doing here?” You asked. “Hii! We’re here to inform you that lord eighth ordered us to tell you guys a message. He said that if you guys are going to stay here, you have to be productive. For starters, you guys have to clean up trash around the village. Don’t worry though! Me and Kawaki are here to help you guys.” Sarada said. “Not that we have a choice.” Kawaki interrupted. You looked up at him and saw that he was staring right at you. He broke eye contact and looked to the left trying to hide his black eye. His whole face was bruised up. Compared to Boruto, he had no scratches on his skin. You didn’t say anything to Kawaki and also looked away turning your attention to Sarada. “Well, would you guys like to come in? Boruto is showering at the moment so we have to wait a bit.” You said moving to the side so that they could walk in. “Yeah that’s fine.” Sarada said letting out a giggle. “How’s Himawari?” You asked her. “She’s doing great actually! She’s so strong and independent now.” Sarada replied. “That’s good to hear.” You said smiling. ‘Please hurry up Boruto. It’s so awkward here.’ You said in your head. Kawaki was insanely quiet, you could tell he was still angry about yesterday and the only thing you could do is hope that another fight doesn’t break out.

“What’s up guys, what are you doing here?” Boruto asked. You sighed in relief. “They’re here because Shikamaru sent them. Me and you both have to clean up the village because apperantly he doesn’t want us being lazy.” You said. “When do we start?” Boruto asked Sarada. “As soon as we can.” She replied. On the outside, Boruto seemed unfazed about having to clean a village that he hasn’t even been in for years. But on the inside, he’s screaming, on his knees crying, shaking, and tugging his hair. “Okay, sounds good.” He said, then giving you a ‘we have to run’ look. You only smiled in response.

Kawaki was the first one to walk out. Leaving everybody else behind. Sarada gave you and Boruto a confused look. “What’s up with him?And why is his face all bruised up?” She said. “You don’t know what happened?” You asked her. “Don’t let it get to you, it’s nothing important.” Boruto interrupted trying to stop the conversation from going on. “Umm okay?” Sarada said quietly still having a confused look on her face but listened to Boruto and decided to push those thoughts away and proceeded to walk out the door. “Follow Kawaki since he is heading there already.” Sarada said loudly enough for the both of you guys to hear.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

“Here we are. Directly in the middle.” Sarada said placing her hands on her hips. “Okay next step is to get in pairs. Y/n you’re coming with me. As for you both, go work together. Kawaki you know where to go right?” She said. “Like hell i’m working with him” Kawaki said. “And what makes you think that I want to work with you?” Boruto told him. “Alright then go work alone.” He replied. Sarada got in between them and looked at Kawaki, “You can’t let him work alone remember?” then turning her attention to Boruto. “Shikamaru ordered us to look after you guys. Don’t take it the wrong way because it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s because he doesn’t want the village all confused.” She said. Boruto nodded.

“Well then, I guess me and you will work together. Kawaki, you already know what to do.” Sarada said. You and Boruto gave each other a goodbye with only your eyes then proceeded to walk opposite directions. You were following Kawaki and he was following Sarada.

“We’re here.” Kawaki said as he gave you a big trash bag. “I don’t want you picking up trash that’s not yours, so your job is to hold the bag for me.” You looked at him in awe. “Thank you but it’s okay, two better than one am I right?” You said. He stopped to look at you. “Your job is to hold the bag, okay?” He demanded which caused you to sigh.

After a while of looking around for trash, you started to grow hungry. You hoped it wouldn’t start to grumble loudly because the only time it does, it’s somewhere really auiet. *grumble* Speak of the devil. You heard Kawaki laugh from behind you. “You hungry?” He asked. “Yeah..” you said defeatedly. “Okay, just wait until we finish this little section and i’ll go buy you something to eat.” He told you. “Thank you Kawaki.”

You felt bad seeing him all bruised. “Sorry about yesterday, Boruto didn’t have to go all out on you like that.” You said. “It was worth every second though.” He replied with a big smile. “Shikamaru was going to kick both of you guys out because of what he did, but I told him no because it was me that was at fault.”

“How come?” You asked him. “Because that meant you had to leave and I didn’t want that.” “Thank you,” you said letting out a chuckle, “hey look, we’re finally done!” You blurted out. Kawaki looked up at the area and let out a faint smile, “Yeah, let me just tie this bag and throw it away.”

After he came back from wherever he came from he asked you, “What do you have in mind?”

“What do you mean?” You asked. “Like what do you want to eat.” He replied. “Ohhh! I was thinking on getting these big and fluffy pancakes. How about you?” You said. “I asked you what you wanted to eat, not me. Whatever you want i’ll buy and try it with you.” You only nodded. Kawaki admired your face, he found it kind of adorable seeing you all happy about food.

“Wowww so nicee!” You said admiring the cafe from the outside. “I heard they have amazing pancakes here. Hopefully they do make the ones you asked for.” He said as he opened the door for you.

When you walked in, you saw Sarada and Boruto sitting there chatting. Your heart sank when you saw Boruto handing her a tiny white bear with a pink lace tied around its neck. You felt betrayed. It’s not like you weren’t doing the same to him. You felt Kawaki lean in your ear. “Pretend you don’t see them.” He said. You stayed quiet and walked up to the cashier to place your order. “Do you guys make big, fluffy, and spongy pancakes by any chance?” Kawaki asked. “You mean Souffle pankcakes? If so, then yes we do!” The cashier responded. “Okay then, we would like two servings please.” He said. “Alright, anything else?” She asked. And Kawaki shaked his head to the left and right. “Okay, your total will be $18.57.” Kawaki then handed her the money. “Thank you, it will be ready in about 10-14 minutes.” She said as she went to the back.

“Want to wait outside in the meantime?” Kawaki asked. You nodded your head quietly. He started to get angry knowing Boruto knew that you guys were also there. Once you walked out, he sat you in a small round table with only two chairs. “You okay?” He asked. “Not really.” You replied. “Is it because of them?” He asked once more. That question made you look at him in the eye. You didn’t want him to know you loved Boruto because you also had feelings for him. “I’d take that as a yes.” He said. “You’re not mad, are you?” You asked. “Why would I be? As long as you’re here with me and not him, then i’m not mad.” He said smiling at you. You smiled back and looked away because you were growing nervous. Little did you know, he was too. After a while of you guys talking about random things Kawaki said, “I’m going to go check if the order is ready, stay here.”

You dozed off thinking about the scene you had just watched a couple minutes ago. You didn’t want to come to conclusion that Boruto had a thing for Sarada, you didn’t want to believe what you saw. Maybe you were just being dramatic. Maybe the bear was Sarada’s and Boruto was just giving it back. you heard footsteps behind you thinking it was Kawaki with the food. You turned around only to see Himawari coming your way. “y/n!!!!” She said as she gave you a big hug. “Hii! What are you doing out here alone??” You asked her in a happy tone. “I was just trying to find Kawaki. Is he here with you?” She asked. “Yeah, he’s in there actually.” As soon as you said that, Kawaki walked out with the food.

“Big bro! I wanted to ask you a super duper important question.” She told him. He placed the food on the table and turned to look at her. “What is it?” He asked. “Well, I just wanted to ask if Y/n could be invited to the sleepover!” she said. “A sleepover?” You asked. Himawari turned to look at you, “yes, if you’re wondering who’s going to be there, it’s just going to be ChoCho, Shikadai and Inojin.” She said with a big smile on her face. “Would you like me to invite Boruto as well for you?” She asked. “No it’s fine,” you told her. Kawaki looked at you in a surprised expression because you didn’t want Boruto to come.

“So would you like go?” Kawaki asked you. “Why wouldn’t I?” You said giving Himawari another hug. “You just made my day!! See you tonight!” Himawari said as she ran back to where she came from. You suddenly heard her screaming “she’s been invited guys!!” The second she turned the corner. You were shocked, “All of them were stalking on us?!” You asked Kawaki. You found it kind of funny because literally why were they hiding?

“Wait, tonight?” You asked. “Yeah, why?” He said. “No nothing, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon. I don’t even have any cute pajamas.” You said as you both sat down to eat. “Aw man I should’ve asked Himawari if she wanted to try these.” you said. “It’s fine, she comes here all the time.” He told you. He took a piece of his pancake and leaned his chopsticks closer to you. ‘He wants to feed me?’ You asked yourself. “Here, I want you to try mine” he said. “But we ordered the same thing?” You told him. “Shhh. I just want to feed you.” you nodded your head and opened your mouth. “Wait they’re actually so good!! Try mine” You told him, adding in a little humor. He started to laugh. You forgot how easy it is to make him laugh. Well only with people he is comfortable with. ‘His laugh is so attractive’ you thought to yourself. He noticed you staring at him “is there something on my face?” He asked which made you come back to reality, “what? No, Sorry if I was staring.” You said clearly embarrassed. He only smiled and started to eat his food while you did the same.

All of a sudden Boruto and Sarada walked out of the cafe. “What’s up guys!” Sarada said causing Boruto to sigh loudly as if he’s been caught. “Oh hey, how was the cleaning?” You asked her. “Pretty rough, Boruto on the other hand got hungry and took us both here.” Boruto turned around to look at you, then at Kawaki. He was acting childish it almost pissed you off. “Well bye now! See you guys later.” Sarada said as she turned and walked away with Boruto.

You only turned around silently. You didn’t want that to ruin your day so you just brushed it off of your shoulders. Kawaki noticed that both of you guys had already finished eating, so he stacked the plates and stood up to return them. A few seconds later, he walked out digging something out of his pockets. He took out some cash. “Here is some money if you want to go shopping for the sleepover.” He told you smiling. “I wish I could go with you but I have something important to do with Shikamaru. See you later.” He said walking to direction of the Hokage’s office. You looked down to your hands and spread out the money to count. “237$!? Is this pocket change for him or something?!” You said in your head.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

You decided to go shopping like right now since you didn’t have anything else to do. You walked around the town to see what was new since it had been so long since you walked in these streets. You gazed at each store admiring their unique decorations. Your eyes then stopped at a clothing shop. “They look like they have everything here.” You said to yourself as you walked in. “Welcome in!” A worker said as she swept the floors. You smiled at her then proceeded to look around. “There.” you said staring at the pajamas section. There were every types of pajamas like sets, long wear sets, nightgowns, robes, onesies, you name it.

“These are so cute!!” You said looking at the two piece set. It was a perfect shade of lavander, soft and silky. You loved how the shorts had ruffles on the ends. As for the shirt, it was spaghetti strapped, with white lace around the edges. You grabbed the set that was your size and proceeded to walk around and see what else there was to buy. “No freaking way!” You said looking at the cute displays of lingerie. “Hmm. Who’s going to be the lucky guy to see me in these?” You said to yourself laughing mischievously. You just love wearing matching bra and panties. Especially the sexy ones.

You ended up picking out a sky blue laced lingerie, a pastel yellow with colorful laced flowers, and finally, a dark red one. You were going to go check out until you remembered the most important part. Fuzzy socks. “Here you are.” You said looking at the socks section. You didn’t know which ones to choose. It was between either the white ones with pink stripes OR the pastel rainbow socks. “I think these are more cuter.” You said grabbing the ones with more color. “What else am I missing?” You asked yourself trying to remember what else is needed. “Slippers and a blanket!” You thought. So you went to go see where the slippers section was but ended up finding the blankets first and so you grabbed the softest one you could find, which was a pink one. “Okay finally, the slippers.” You said to yourself already tired of walking back and forth.

Once you found the slippers section you looked around to see which ones were worth buying. You smiled after you found the perfect ones. “Perfect.” You said grasping onto the bear design. It literally has arms and legs and when you put your foot in, it’s literally in its stomach. It looked almost like a plushie. “Time to go check out.” you said to yourself.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

You ended up spending around 105$. Which surprised you because normally stores that looked modern were more expensive. You had about 3-4 hours to get to the sleepover. So you decided to use those remaining hours to get ready and clean everything you had just bought.

Once you got home you knocked on the door. you heard the locks clicking and then saw that Boruto had opened it for you. “Is my Aunt home?” You asked him. “Yeah, just her though. I think your cousins went out.” He replied. You walked in and decided those were the only words coming out of your mouth unless your aunt spoke to you. You didn’t want to talk to Boruto at all right now. Once you walked inside, you went straight to your room and took everything out your bags happily. “I’m going to hand wash these.” You said to yourself holding all the lingeries. You removed the tags off of the remaining cloths and stood up to go put them in the washer. Once you did that, you walked back to your room to hand wash the lingerie only to see Boruto holding them. “What are you doing weirdo.” You said. “Who bought you these?” He asked. “That’s none of your business.” You told him trying to take them away from him. “Boruto if you don’t give me them back, I’m going to scream and I am being for real.” You said.

“Scream then. I just want to know who bought you these?” He asked once more. “Well who do you think? The only other boy I hang out with is Kawaki, so I don’t know why you’re asking questions that you already know the answers to.” You told him. “No don’t worry, I knew perfectly who. I just wanted it to come out of your mouth.” He said. “Okay then leave me alone.” You said. “You’re going out tonight, right?” He asked. “Again, it’s none of your business. Why don’t you go ask Sarada these questions? You’re bothering me.” You told him walking out of the room to go ask your aunt for a flat iron.

After you came back with the flat iron you saw that he actually left. “What the hell is wrong with him.” It’s like he loves you one day then switches up and acts cold another. You wanted to cry out of anger because literally why was he acting like nothing happened yesterday. Shit, does he even remember or something?

The clothes were finally does washing so you then switched everything to the dryer and set a timer for 40 minutes. You walked to your room and picked the lingerie you were going to wear, which was the light blue one and headed straight to the bathroom. You started to hand wash each piece with laundry soap. Once you were done with that, you rinsed them and dried them with a tiny wind style jutsu on your palms. “The clothes are almost done right now. They’re going to be dry by the time i’m out of the shower.” You said to yourself.

Once out of the shower, you oiled your skin with baby oil and layered it with some lotion. You wrapped your hair in a towel because it kept getting in your way. You then put on your matching bra and panties. It kind of turned you on seeing yourself like this. “I need to go grab the clothes from the dryer. But to do that, I need to walk out looking like this.” You said to yourself. It was only about 10-15 steps away from the bathroom so you quickly sprinted to the laundry room and took the clothes out of the dryer. “So warm…” you said as you put them on. The only thing you didn’t put on were the bear slippers because you didn’t want them to get dirty quickly.

You then rushed to the bathroom to go do your makeup. You grabbed the palette that had the specific lavander shade you wanted. It even had the same shade with glitter. Your makeup came out to be really nice. You liked it. You put everything back to its place and connected the hair dryer to the outlet on your right.

It took you about 20-25 minutes to fully dry your hair. You laughed when you saw how messy and fluffed out it was so you grabbed your hairbrush to untangle it. Once you were done with that, you connected the flat iron to the same outlet you disconnected the hair dryer with. You turned the iron on and waited a couple seconds so that it could heat up. “Am I doing too much?” You asked yourself. “Nah, I don’t think so” you said shrugging. You knew the chances of having moments like this again were low to the ground so you decide to make the most of it.

You were finally finished with your hair and as you were putting everything away, your aunt peeked in and said, “You look so beautiful.” With a soft voice. “You remind me a lot of your mother. You look just like her actually.” She added. “Aww thank you!” You told her going in for a hug. “Wow! You smell so good too!!” She said making you laugh out of joy. You loved it when people compliment how good you smell.

“When are you going?” She asked. “Now actually! I think I won’t be home until tomorrow. Is that okay?” You said. “Of course! Just in case I’m not home just know I left a spare key under the mat outside.” She said moving to the side because she was in your way. “Okay thank you! Just let me go get my stuff and I’m out of here.” You said as you went into your room. You picked up the bear slippers and put them in one of your big purses you decided to bring since it was big enough to fit everything. You had to squish the bear slippers flat because they were too big. You also added in some perfumes, your toothbrush, hairbrush, extra socks, a pair of underwear just in case, some hair ties, makeup wipes, and the warm blanket you had just took out of the dryer. You punched the inside of the bag to push it flat again because the blanket was causing it to overflow. You zipped up the bag and put it around your shoulder then walked out of your room to let your aunt know you were going now. She just told you to be careful and make smart decisions. Wonder what that meant.

You left earlier than you were supposed to just incase Himawari needed help with anything. “Hopefully i’m not the first one there.” You said to yourself. You were nervous. Not because of Kawaki, but because knowing the sleepover is at Naruto’s house. It felt illegal without him being there, or Hinata too because she was always the one to open the door for you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

You finally arrived and knocked on the door. Kawaki had opened it for you and moved to the side so that you could walk in. “You’re a little early.” He said. “Yeah, I just wanted to see if Himawari needed help with anything.” You told him. “She’s not here. She went to go get some more cupcake batter because apparently there wasn’t enough. She left like five minutes ago. I’m surprised you didn’t bump into her.” He said as he picked up colorful ribbons.

“What are those for?” You asked him. “Himawari left me in charge of the decorations. Want to help?” He replied. “Sure, what can I do?” You said. “Well for now go bring the mattresses from upstairs. They shouldn’t be heavy so don’t worry.” He said. You nodded your head and placed your stuff down on the couch and walked upstairs. Kawaki turned around and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You could feel his eyes tearing holes onto your skin so you walked faster upstairs. “Where?!” You yelled so that he could hear you. “In Boruto’s room!” He yelled back.

You walked in Boruto’s room and saw that nothing had changed. You picked up a mattress and headed back downstairs. “You had me thinking they were going to be heavy. Anyways, where did you get these inflatable mattresses?” You asked him. “We’ve been having them. I didn’t know until like last month.” He replied. “Where do I place them?” You said. He looked down at you from the latter “hmm, let’s move the living room around.” He said as he climbed down.

He ended up shrinking everything from the living room except for the TV and placed them in his pocket so that he could put them away later for when he gets the chance. “Enough room?” He said jokingly. You let out a smile and nodded. He grabbed the mattress you were holding and placed it down on the floor. “Three more to go.” He said as he went upstairs to not lose any time and you followed behind to help. “Here,” he said holding out his arms trying to give you something. You held out your hand to catch whatever he was going to drop and saw that you were holding the mattresses. “Cute, right?” He asked. “Yeah it is.” You said looking at him. The idea the you both being alone made you a little nervous. “You should have just shrinked them from the start instead of sending me upstairs to struggle.” You said squinting your eyes at him.

He walked up to you and leaned in your face. You froze up like a statue, not knowing what to do. “I know.” Was all he said. He then brushed his nose against your neck. You could feel his breath on your skin. He smelled clean and cozy. It made you want to fall in his arms. He felt like a bed whenever you have to forcefully wake up early, like a feeling you can’t get enough of. He backed up to face you. You knew where this was going. “Kawaki, we can’t. Himawari is going to come back and potentially see us like this.” You said moving your head to the side to dodge his kiss. He stopped for a bit to sense something. “She’s two minutes away. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” He said. He took a good look at you and realized you were uncomfortable. He backed up as fast as he could and apologized. He tried walking away but was stopped by your hand. He was shocked and didn’t move until you dragged him closer to you. “Are you sure?” He asked quietly. You nodded, not saying a word. It was like you were being controlled. You hated when your body moved on its own. You know you shouldn’t be doing this because you already have Boruto to pleasure you. But you crave affection. At the moment, you just craved the thought of somebody pouring their love on you. You knew that if Boruto were to do the same to you, you would be disappointed in him for eternity. But you just love the feeling it brings to your body, the feeling of doing something you know you’re not supposed to be doing. He brought his hands down to your waist. He touched you soft and gentle. It was like time was moving in slow motion because both of you guys were taking your time. He stared into your eyes admiring every part of your face. You grabbed onto his lower back and pushed him against you. He closed his eyes, burrowing his eyebrows through pleasure. His heart was beating so fast he had to start taking deep breaths through his mouth.

He began to rub himself on you and pushed you against the wall to get a better grip on your body. You lifted one of your legs to get a better angle on your g-spot. He began to speed things up and was now going rough on you. You were being slammed against the wall with every thrust he gave himself against you’re clothed clit. You were both a hot mess, breathing on each other, too busy to kiss. “Kawaki, she’s almost here.” You said as you grabbed on his jaw to make him come back to reality. He didn’t even hear you and thought that you were going in for a kiss since you had your hand on his jaw. He gave you a hungry look and crashed his lips with yours. Causing you to fall back in a trance, forgetting there was a sleepover to decorate. He picked you up and laid you on his bed. Still not letting your lips go. The kiss was wet and desperate. You could feel his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. He got in a comfortable position on top of you and rubbed his dick right against your thighs causing you to wrap your legs around him so that he could migrate to your clothed clit once again.

He filled the room with his voice. You never knew he was such a loud whimpering until now. He brought his tongue down to your chest and licked his way up to your neck causing you to freak out because if he were to give you a hickey, anybody could see it because your neck and chest area were exposed by your pajamas. “Kawaki! Did you not hear me?!” You said pushing him off. He looked up at the window, “fuck… She’s already here.” He said. You sat up quickly and fixed up his hair. “You go down first then i’ll go. Making it seem like I was in the bathroom.” You told him. Before getting up, he gave you a quick kiss and ran downstairs. You laughed a little seeing him all freaked out.

You laid down on the bed and sighed loudly. “Well things got heated quickly.” You said as you dried the saliva around your mouth. You got up quietly and walked to the bathroom slowly. You closed the door and looked at yourself in the mirror. “Horny bitch.” You said laughing. You washed your hands with cold water trying to freshen yourself up because your body was all hot. You opened the door and walked downstairs. You saw Himawari and Kawaki working on hanging colorful ribbons around the whole house. You and Kawaki made eye contact but he quickly looked away because of how nervous you make him. Himawari turned around to see why Kawaki looked away and saw you. She let go of the things she had in her hands and ran towards you. You almost fell back when she gave you a big hug. “Y/n!!! When did you get here?!!” She asked you. You looked at Kawaki then back at her. “Just now actually, I needed to use the restroom. I was going to pee myself if I didn’t” you said laughing.

*ding dong*

“Coming!!” Himawari said. When she opened the door you saw Shikadai, Chocho, and Inojin all together with a bunch of snacks in their hands. When they saw that you were in there with her, their smiles disappeared from their faces. Himawari noticed the sudden mood drop and said, “it’s okay guys. Please don’t be mad at me for inviting her. I just missed her so much.” Chocho looked at you and smiled. “It’s fine. If you invited her then I have no problem. Right guys?” Chocho said turning to face Inojin and Shikadai.

“Yes.” They both said at the same time.

When they walked in, Himawari gave them each a task to do. Chocho was in charge of adding bedsheets and pillows to the mattresses, Inojin was in charge of helping Kawaki with hanging the ribbons, Shikadai was in charge of helping you with setting up the lights, and finally, Himawari was in charge of making the desserts. Dinner had already been ordered which was pizza and wings but it was going to take a while since the order was big.

You and Shikadai each opened the box of string lights and took them out. “I thought the lights were going to be separated.” You told him. “No, it’s all in one string. Where do you want to hang them?” He said. You looked around to find a spot. “Want to curl them around the stair rails?” You asked him. He turned around to look at the stairs and nodded his head. You guys began to curl the lights around the rails.

Once you were both finished, you connected them to the closest outlet. “Let’s go help the others.” He told you. You nodded your head and walked downstairs with him. “How does it look?” You asked Himawari from the kitchen. The moment she saw the work you and Shikadai had done she smiled so hard. “I love it!!” She said.

Everyone was finished with their tasks except for Himawari. So you all decided to help her. Everyone was now in the kitchen mixing up a bunch of batters. She told you guys she was going to make brownies, cupcakes and cake.

“Oh and guys, I invited Mitsuki and Sarada on my way back home after buying batter. Hopefully they like the decorations.” She said excitedly. Boruto was most likely going to invite himself in knowing you were also in the sleepover. “Y/n and Kawaki, you guys are in charge of decorating the cake. Once it’s out of the oven you guys can start.” You and Kawaki looked at each other and smiled. “Shikadai and Inojin, you guys are in charge of baking the brownies.” She said as she handed them the batter. “Don’t forget to add chocolate chips on top.”

“As for me and you,” she said turning her attention to Chocho, “our job is to bake the cupcakes and add frosting to them.” Chocho smiled and nodded as a response.

Everyone got into their pairs and waited patiently for the cake batter to be finished so that you and Kawaki could start decorating it. “Hey” you said to him nervously. “Hi” he replied trying to hold in his smile. “Want to go see what else is new around the house in the meantime?” He said trying to find an excuse for both of you guys to be alone. “Wait guys before you go,” Himawari said. “The cake will be finished in about 13 minutes. So make sure to come back before the timer rings.” She said looking at Kawaki. “Yeah we will.” He replied.

You guys then ran upstairs laughing trying not to be loud and obvious. Obviously you guys were, but fuck it. He closed the door behind him and locked it. He had to cover your mouth because you were laughing uncontrollably. “Shhhhhh.” He said still having his hand on your mouth. You nodded your head to let him know you weren’t going to laugh anymore. Once he removed his hand from your face you kissed him getting straight to the point. The kiss was soft and passionate unlike the one from earlier. He gripped onto your hair. Not too soft but also not too rough. You pushed him against the door and decided to heat things up by kissing him harder. He understood the assignment and kissed back with the same speed. The room was silent, the only noises being heard were your lips smacking with his. He began to walk himself towards the bed, still not letting go of you until he turned around to sit himself down. He gave you the look. Oh? He wanted you to sit on him, so you did.

You had both your legs cradling his hips. You took off his shirt and began to kiss on his neck. He started to groan as soon as he felt your touch. No girl has touched him this way. You were the first and he was proud of it. Who would have known that he is a touch starved virgin? A lot of girls would kill to be in your place to take it away. You kissed your way down to his stomach, which meant that you were now on your knees. Things were going too fast. You wish you could stop right now but you couldn’t because of how blind you were by horniness. He loved the sight of you giving him puppy eyes. He knew what was going to happen next so he smiled and nodded. You got up a bit to give him a wet and messy kiss, at this point you guys were now fully making out. You wanted to continue kissing him but you had to hurry and do everything in speed before the timer was up. You’d say you both have about eight minutes left before having to go back downstairs.

You backed up to disconnect your lips with his and got back down on your knees. He lifted himself up so that you could lower down his pajamas. You grabbed the edge of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. As you were doing that, Kawaki was running his fingers through your hair. He was so big you started to question if you could do it. Boruto’s was big but not this big. You gulped hoping nothing goes wrong. “Ready?” You asked him. He only hummed in response. He couldn’t talk because of how desperate he felt for you. You lowered your head and kissed his tip softly. You pushed it back a little to run your tongue on it from the bottom to the top, licking him like a lollipop. You haven’t even started yet but you had him shaking and whining. You grabbed a hold of it and put your whole mouth around it. You began to suck on him, bopping your head up and down. “Fuckk….” Was all he could murmur. You could feel his dick twitching inside your mouth, you loved it when they do that. It made you feel like you were doing a good job. Suddenly he grabbed a hold of your head and started to control it. Shit, you needed to swallow and breathe. You eventually tapped on his thigh to make him to stop.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. He saw you trying to catch your breath answering his own question. “Sorry, I needed to breathe.” You told him smiling. You went back down to finish off what you were doing. This time you had breath so you reached for his hand and brought it to your head. You wanted him to control you, you preferred it actually because you like the idea of him grabbing you like a doll to pleasure himself, moving you around just the way he likes it. The room was full of his whining. He tried to be quiet by gluing his lips shut but he just couldn’t. You could tell him was about to finish so you swatted his hands off of your head and took control. You sucked him even harder out of your own pleasure. Boom. He started to erupt like a volcano. He started to shake uncontrollably once he felt your tongue swirling on his tip. You felt countless drops of liquid shoot to the roof of your mouth, swallowing every drop.

You brought your head up once you stopped feeling him leak. You peeked up to see what he was doing because he was quiet. You thought he had fallen asleep but he was just trying to catch his breath. He sat up and reached down to give you a kiss. He didn’t care if he tasted himself through your mouth. He grabbed onto your jaw tightly to kiss you deeper. You could feel his tongue going all over the place. You felt him pulling you closer to get on him. You got off of the floor and climbed on him. “Fuck I love you so much y/n. I love the way you touch me. Touch me more. Or should I touch you?” He whined desperately through the kiss not knowing what to do because of the short amount of time you both have left. You felt his cold fingers brushing against what's between your things causing you to arch your back. He started to rub directly in the spot that made you feel good the most, still having his tongue aggressively exploring your mouth.

Now it was you making the noises. He loved the vibrating sensation your mouth made against his. You could still feel his whole body shaking, it was all because of how horny he was. He spun you around, now having you on your back. He got off of the bed and stood at the edge. He leaned down towards your ear and said, “my turn.” He pecked your mouth and was now on his knees. He grabbed the edge of your shorts trying to pull them down. He stopped.

You heard him sigh loudly. “Cockblocker.” He said as he got up gently to not bump into you. “What’s wrong?” You asked him. “Boruto is coming along with Sarada and Mitsuki. Who the hell does he think he is.” He said trying to walk out but you stopped him. “Let him in. After all, this is his house. Plus this is a special day for Himawari. Don’t ruin it just because Boruto’s presence is around.” You said. He stayed quiet and nodded his head.

Before he walked away he came back to give you one last kiss just incase you guys don’t anymore. He didn’t want to let go of your embrace and still continued to kiss you. It went from being soft and passionate to wet and aggressive. He knew that if Boruto were to come here, you would be by his side and not with him. He hated it. He wanted to claim you but he knew he couldn’t because you were already Boruto’s and he was just a side piece. He wanted to show you that he is better than Boruto and that he could treat you so much better than he can but he just can’t that because he knew that you loved someone else other than him. Possibly even more.

“Im going to miss you.” He said through the kiss. You were confused and didn’t think much of it.

He tried backing up but you grabbed him by his collar, still not letting go. He grabbed you by the waist, gripping on it as he rocked his hips against you. He then grabbed on your jaw and lifted it up making you face the ceiling and ran his tongue along your jawline. He eventually found your lips and kissed you quickly. You could feel vibrations coming out of his mouth. Fuck, you needed him so bad. You felt him walking towards the direction of the door while still having you in his arms. You didn’t want to let go but you had to because Boruto was steps away from knocking on the door.

Kawaki gave you one last peck before walking out and gave you an upset look. One of the timers Himawari had set up started to ring as soon as Sarada knocked on the door. “Himawari, take the cake out. I’ll open the door.” You heard Kawaki say from downstairs. You peaked to see what was going to happen but you just saw Kawaki being calm just like you told him to. Himawari ran towards the door and gave everybody a hug except for Boruto. She looked a little confused so you decided to walk down the stairs to make her think you were the one who invited him in. “Hi Boruto.” Himawari said shyly. He was happy to see her looking healthy and happy. “Hello. It smells really nice in here.” He said. You walked down stairs and he turned around to see you. He noticed how good you looked but you ignored him and walked to the kitchen. “Kawaki, come help me with the cake.” You said and he followed right behind you. He looked back at Boruto and gave him a smirk. “Asshole.” Boruto thought.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Everybody was finally finished cooking and decorating the pastries. Himawari put them in display for everybody to see. “We won’t eat these until dinner arrives, okay guys?” She said. Everybody agreed and continued to chat until the delivery guy arrived. You needed to use the restroom, so you went to the one that was in the basement since it was the closest. You always loved going down here since it was basically an arcade room. You wondered why Himawari didn’t make the sleepover over here. You walked in the bathroom and when you tried closing the door someone stopped you. “What the hell?” You said. You noticed that it was just Boruto. “Boruto get the hell out! Im about to piss myself no joke!!” You yelled causing him to close the door himself.

You flushed the toilet and washed your hands, “You can come in now.” He opened the door and walked in suspiciously. “Sorry for yelling. I was on the verge of pissing myself.” He didn’t say anything, instead he just laughed through his nose. “So.. what do you want?” You asked him. “I just wanted to apologize for being possessive earlier back at the house.” he said. His response made you sigh. “It’s okay, I forgive you.” You said looking down to check out his fit. “Where did you get those pajamas?” You asked. “I went shopping for some.” He replied. “But how did you know I was going to the sleepover if I didn’t tell you?” He let out a faint laugh. “You can’t hide things from me you know?” He said.

You tried opening the door but he stopped you. “So let me ask you this,” he said pausing for a second. “What’s going on between you and Kawaki?” Shit, you’ve been caught. You were going to respond but you stopped when you noticed he was walking towards you. Great, now you were cornered. “I thought you said you were going to stay away from him. Just for me, right?” He said leaning to your face. You looked away closing your eyes. He didn’t like the fact you looked away from him so he grabbed onto your jaw. “Look at me y/n.” You opened your eyes to face him. Shit, it started to hurt like a mother fucker. “Boruto, you’re hurting me.” You said giving him a hurt look. His eyebrows softened along with his grip. You pushed him off of you and ran up the basement stairs. Boruto’s been acting weird ever since you guys came back to the village and you hated it. You knew it wasn’t because of what had happened to Sasuke but because of Kawaki. Boruto knew that if he were to let his guard down, Kawaki would steal you from him. He doesn’t know how to tell you because he doesn’t want you to hate him and think that he is being possessive, so he expresses it with anger and frustration.

“The food is here!!!” Himawari yelled causing everyone to circle around the food. You went to go grab some disposable plates and handed one to everyone. You got two slices of pizza along with five spicy wings and ranch. You sat by yourself trying to act like you don’t see Boruto and Kawaki staring right at you. Right now you didn’t want to talk to neither of them. You thought about what Boruto was telling you earlier. He never acted so harsh on you. Especially after aggressively grabbing onto your jaw like that. He was always patient with you no matter what.

Once you were done eating, you threw away the paper plate and walked outside to go get some fresh air. The only person who saw you walk out was Boruto. You sat on the bench Naruto made for Boruto and Himawari when they were little. It made you a little emotional thinking about them. Knowing they are sealed at the moment, not a clue where they until Kawaki lets them out. You heard someone making noises towards the direction of the door. You turned your head to see who it was. Only to find out it was Boruto once again. You weren’t mad. You were just numb. You had no time to fight. He sat right next to you but didn’t talk. He figured it would be better to not speak at all.

You may be upset at him right now but you needed his presence. just him. You scooted closer to and laid your head on his shoulder. He reached for your hand and held it tight. You then brought your head up to kiss his cheek. His face brightened with a smile. “Want to go for a walk?” He asked you. “Yeah.” You replied.

You both stood up still not letting go of each other’s hands and decided to walk through the woods, just like how you guys did when you were younger.

You guys finally found a good spot after walking for about ten minutes. He laid his coat on the grass so that you both could lay down to star gaze. He sat down first and grabbed your hand gently for you to sit with him. “The coat came in handy.” You said because you didn’t want to accidentally step on a bug that could potentially bite you if it survived under your ass. “yeah, I brought it to star gaze.” He said as he laid down. There wasn’t enough room for you to do the same until you felt one of his hands pulling onto your waist to lay close to him. You were now resting on his chest, with one arm around him and a leg over his. He gently kissed your head and rubbed on your back softly.

You could hear his heart beat through his chest since you had one of your ears against it. You could also hear his lungs filling up with air. It was so relaxing that you could sleep here. You felt him shifting around almost as if he is pulling something. “Here.” You heard him say, causing you to get up. It was a bunch of flowers wrapped in beautiful tissue. You leaned in to smell them. They smelt amazing, “thank you Boruto, wait, where did you get them?? Your hands were empty this whole time.” You asked confusingly. “A magician never reveals his secrets.” He said as he handed you the same bear he was holding at the cafe with Sarada. “Isn’t this Sarada’s?” You asked him. “No, she was just seeing it to tell me if it was a good present to give you.” He answered. “Thank you again Boruto, I love everything.” You said. You never would have guessed Boruto would be giving you presents out of the blue. It was always rare.

He started pecking your face causing you to let out a slight giggle. His kisses kind of tickled because his lips were cold from being out here. He then caught you off guard by tackling you, sending you straight to the floor and attacked you with kisses all over your body. His kisses felt like as if he was pouring his love and affection on you, just the way you like it. It felt almost as if his purpose right now was to heal your spirit. Which worked obviously. You were both now a laughing mess, filling each other with happiness.

You then felt Boruto dig in your neck, he went from pecking, to dragging his tongue against it. You grabbed his head with both of your hands and brought him up to your face. You crashed your lips with his, immediately using your to tonged to fully make out with him. It’s fun seeing how things could escalate quickly. You enjoyed hearing the crickets chirping around you guys because it reminded you of when it was night time with Sasuke, you three would set up the beds and sleep outside. You slept faster when the crickets chirped. It almost felt nostalgic realizing it’s all in the past and you simply couldn’t go back to change the future.

You loved making out, it’s a sensation not even you could describe with words. It felt almost…out of this world? Boruto gave you one last peck before getting up, he brought you with him by pulling onto your back to help you balance since you were on the ground. “Come on, let’s get back before they finish dessert.” He said. You nodded and stood up, you turned around to grab your things from the floor only to find out Boruto had already gotten them for you. You awed in your head smiling. Simple things matter. “Are you ready?” He asked you. “Yes I am, let’s go now.” You said as you dusted the excess dirt off of you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

You guys finally arrived and walked into the house and saw that everybody was still minding their own business, still talking to one another. Himawari turned around and gasped, “These flowers look amazing!!! Aw and look at the bear!!” She said as she touched the bear’s fabric. You and Boruto both smiled at her. She relaxed her face thinking about something. “Wait where did you guys go??” She asked giving you both a suspicious face. “We went for a walk. I wasn’t feeling very well so y/n accompanied me. And I gave her these for her acts of kindness.” Boruto said. “Are you feeling any better?” She asked once more. “Yes I am, thank you for asking.” He replied. “Well, you guys came back just in time. I was just about to pass the desserts!” She said as she ran towards them.

“Everyone!! We can eat desserts now!! We are going to be up all night so make sure not to finish them all at once pretty please!!!” Himawari yelled in excitement. You and Boruto sat on the stairs together while eating brownies. You also grabbed a slice of cake that was decorated by you and Kawaki. Speaking of him, where did he go? He probably went to sleep. You looked around to double check if he was still around. As suspected, he wasn’t. You didn’t think much of it and continued to talk with Boruto. “Are you guys enjoying everything?” Said Himawari, sneaking up on you guys. “Yes I am Himawari, thank you again for inviting us.” You told her. She nodded her head and stopped for a second looking at you and Boruto asking, “are you guys dating?”

Boruto almost blasted the brownies through his nose. You looked at him to make sure if he was okay, then turned back to Himawari. “No, why?” You asked her. “Oh, it’s just I always see you guys together. And also because he bought you flowers.” She said laughing nervously. You gave her a smile, “I’ve always been there for him no matter where, so he is just paying me back with this.” You said as you pointed at the flowers.

She smiled proving her point that Boruto wasn’t a bad person. She didn’t like it when people saw him that way. “Okay then, see you guys later!” She said going back to where she came from. You thought about her question. You and Boruto weren’t dating but sure as hell did activities couples do. You looked at him and he gave you an awkward smile. “Want to go over to the beds? The stairs are getting uncomfortable.” You told him. “Yeah, I was about the say the same thing” he said getting up. You felt Kawaki walking down the stairs with you guys except he was as the top, almost as if he was waiting until you guys stood up to go back down to where everybody else was. “Why are there only four beds?” Boruto asked. “Oh, we all have to sleep in pairs. I mean the beds are pretty big so i’d say around three people could fit.” You told him as you sat down on your bed.

“Okay guys Kawaki is going to put on the movie for me because I needed some help. For now, can anybody help me with the popcorn?” She asked loudly. “I’ll do it!” Said Chocho getting up immediately. “What do you guys want to watch?” Asked Kawaki with the remote clicking through the movie app. “How about a scary movie?” Mitsuki suggested. “Do you guys want that?” Asked Kawaki turning around to hear opinions. “Yeah sure why not?” Answered Shikadai. Kawaki then handed the remote to him so that he could choose. As they were choosing, you got up to go get a glass of water because the sugar from the desserts dehydrated the hell out of your mouth. You opened the cabinet that had all the cups and carefully grabbed one because they were mostly made out of glass. You turned around and filled the cup with water from the dispenser, as you were waiting for it to fill up, you felt someone tap your shoulder. It was Kawaki.

He handed you a bowl of popcorn, “oh, thank you Kawaki.” You told him. “If you want more just ask me.” He said quietly. He then turned around and grabbed more bowls to pass out. He looked and sounded upset. You wanted to ask him what was wrong but he had already left to the living room.

You sat back down with Boruto to watch the movie and noticed that all the lights around you guys were turned off, including the lights that were wrapped around the stair rails. “Oh damn they are serious about movie time.” You told him as you laughed. “Yeah I thought the same thing.” He replied laughing with you. You then heard someone hush loudly. “Who said that?” Boruto asked looking around. Nobody answered. You found it kind of funny but brushed it off so you could focus on the movie. “Hey!! This is the movie we watched with master Sasuke! Remember??” Boruto asked you quietly. “Oh yeahh. It was such a good movie too, I wanted to wanted to know the name of it but I forgot to ask him.” You replied.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

The movie had finished, it was pretty long but it went by fast because it was actually interesting. It was currently around 11 in the night, the sleepover already almost coming to an end, and you were starting to fall asleep. Except you couldn’t because Himawari took out the karaoke. But that’s not the worst part, the mic was grabbed by Mitsuki, and everybody knew that he sang horrible but they wouldn’t admit to such thing. You heard Boruto trying to hold in his laugh next to you as soon as the music started to play. “Boruto shut up before he hands you the mic, i’m not even joking.” you said quietly laughing with him.

As you were laughing you felt someone stare are you. You looked to see who it was and saw that It was Kawaki once again, you saw that he was trying to hold in his laugh as well. You both smiled at each other and went back to focus on the singer. Himawari stood up and tapped on Mitsukis shoulder. ��You got to let everybody else have a try silly.” She told him. “Oh you’re right. My apologies everyone.” He said scanning to see who’s next. Shit. He was staring right at you. “Not me. Not me. Not me.” You said in your head. “Boruto, come up, you’re next.” You heard Mitsuki say. You started to laugh your ass off knowing Boruto thought he was going to get away with it just because Mitsuki was staring right at you, possibly even your soul. “Aw man, Why me out of all people?” He said standing up. He grabbed the mic and inserted a random song nervously. As soon as the song started to play it said. “Battery low” loudly then turned itself off.

“Fuck yeah.” You heard Boruto say quietly. He stood up happy and dived his big self on the bed. “BORUTO DON’T!!” You yelled but it was too late. You suddenly heard a big pop. “You popped the fucking mattress dumbass!!” You said laughing. Everybody else was surprised by the sudden act, they couldn’t even react. “What the hell? It was an air mattress?! Why didn’t you tell me...” He said clearly overstimulated. “Tell you?? How would I know you were going to dive.” You said getting up to check to see where the pop came from. “Well it’s a good thing only the lid popped open.” You said smiling. Kawaki stood up and walked upstairs. You thought it was just because he got mad but he came back with the mattress air pump in his hands, he then gently sat right next to you, trying to be as close as possible and inserted the pump inside the mattress. “Boruto, get off of the bed real quick.” You told him. He nodded and got off. As Kawaki was doing that, Himawari had put on another movie, this time it wasn’t a horror one, it looked to be more like a comedy.

“There you go.” Kawaki said patting on the mattress, fixing the blankets for you. “Thank you Kawaki.” You told him smiling. He got up and sat back on the chair he was sitting on. It was around that time where everyone was starting to fall asleep because all you could hear were yawns here and there.

“Guys I don’t think I can stand another ten minutes staying awake. I’m sorry.” Chocho spoke out as she got comfortable in the blankets. “That’s okay Chocho, I was also feeling tired as well.” Himawari said. “But before sleeping, do you guys have any room to finish all these desserts?” She added, not caring if we said no because she started to hand them out anyways. “Thank you.” Everyone said once they got one. “Wait, Kawaki where are you going to sleep? And, your room is not an option.” You heard himawari whisper to him. You were an expert at eavesdropping so whispering doesn’t help because you could still hear them.

“Well i’m the odd one out, everyone has their own pairs already, look. So I think the only option for me is to go sleep in my room.” Kawaki said making her turn around to see everyone with their partners getting ready for bed. Chocho was going to share the bed with Mitsuki, Inojin with Shikadai, Sarada with Himawari, and You with Boruto. “Well you’re going to have to share.” Himawari told him. It wasn’t something Kawaki could choose because she was commanding him to. “Okay..” he said looking to see whose bed to choose.

“Is it okay if Kawaki sleeps here with you guys?” Himawari asked you. “What the hell? N-“ “Yeah thats fine.” You said interrupting Boruto. You then scooted closer to Boruto’s side so Kawaki could fit, leaving you in the middle. “Wait, don’t get on the bed yet because I have to go get ready to sleep.” You told Kawaki. You stood up to grab your bag and headed upstairs, you preferred that one because it is more spacious.

You placed your bag on the counter and started to dig your hands in there to take out all the things you needed. Which was your toothbrush, your hairbrush, and makeup wipes. First, you brushed your teeth to get it over with. After you were done with that, you started to untangle your hair because you hate going to sleep without brushing through it. “Noo my curls are gone now.” You said to yourself. You put the hairbrush back in your bag and took out a makeup wipe. “I guess I was over dressed. Or maybe they were the ones that were under dressed?” You thought as you wiped your makeup off.

“Finished!” You said to yourself looking in the mirror. You wondered if letting Kawaki sleep with you and Boruto was a good decision, but oh well, you couldn’t do anything about it anymore. You packed everything inside your bag and headed downstairs with the rest. You saw that the tv was turned off, leaving only the decoration lights on. “All nighter huh...” You said in your head.

You placed your bag right back down where it was and walked over to the beds. You saw that Boruto and Kawaki were facing away from each other as far as possible. You laughed a little and walked in the middle of the bed to lay down. You got in the blanket that both of them were sharing, which was the pink one you had bought earlier today in the store.

You never felt so safe knowing that two of the most strongest males you know were right in between you. It made you feel happy in a way.

You were growing tired of facing the ceiling so you turned your body towards boruto. As you were doing that, Kawaki also did the same, now facing you. You didn’t know what he could possibly be planning right now because your back was facing him, well at least not until now because you felt him hug you from behind. Ugh, his warm embrace never failed to melt you. He must have some real guts to touch you like this right in front of Boruto.

“Hopefully me and Boruto get more days like these.” you said smiling yourself to sleep.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Okay so that is all for this chapter guys!! Thank you to whoever made it this far, it really means so much to me!🥹 💕. I’m so excited to write the next reading that had been requested for me to make. Stay tuned!😋😋

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