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15 | Legends of Darlaria

⨰ summary: You wake up amidst a war with no recollection of your past. Faced with suspicion and distrust, you struggle to assimilate into a foreign nation—otherwise known as your home. But on your enlightening journey to search for your identity, you come face to face with the General of the Army.

⨰ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader & jungkook x reader | PG-15

⨰ genre: 70% angst, 30% fluff | war!au & magic!au

⨰ warnings: profanity, discussions of loss and death

⨰ wordcount: 6.9k

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⧖⧗Circa Saphh⧗⧖

It’s been another few days, and there are still no signs of your dreams of the Mystery Man ceasing.

After hours of reading, analyzing, writing your notes, you realize that one of the two theories that Hana had offered you have to go. You’d been in denial to leave it on the table in the first place. You’re not an inherently jealous person, nor do you think you secretly yearn for a lover. (How the hell would you have time for that?) And besides, you’re more infatuated with the idea of a lover, anyway; the very real notion of it is not so desirable to you. (What if one of you were to die in war? What then? How would you move on by yourself? All alone?) So that just leaves the theory that your dreams are your own memories.

But it bothers you. That there’s such a high chance that you’ve been in love before. That you can’t remember a single thing about him now. That you don’t even know where he is—or if he’s even alive.

It even bothers you that you care so much about him: virtually, a stranger. Yet it would be wrong to call him that; you and he were in love at one point in time. It would be insensitive to refer to him as a stranger when you’d lived quite a life with him in the past. But… You’ve moved on—not that you had a choice (your memories were ripped away from you regardless). Has he moved on as well? You hope he has.

At the rate of which your obsession with your recurring dreams is growing, however, you think that it would also be a bit of a lie to say that you’ve completely moved on. When not carrying out your officer duties for the Solarian Army, you’re thinking of the dreams. When you’re eating, when you’re resting, on cooking duty, taking a walk with Heli, daydreaming, a single thought occupies your mind. It consumes your attention. To the point that it bleeds into your conversations with others.

“—/N? Y/N?”

You blink. Your eyes focus on Doyun’s amused face, and you clutch your own cup of tea with your hands, realizing you’d been staring blankly at her as she’d been talking about… What had she been talking about again? Embarrassed, you immediately apologize. “I’m so sorry, Doyun,” you say. “I don’t know why I’m spacing out so often today. Please, just ignore me. What were you saying again?”

But Doyun just laughs. “Of course you’re spacing out. I walked past your tent at four in the morning and found your lamp still blazing in there. You’re staying up so late! Need I remind you what happened the last time you forgot to take care of yourself and burrowed into your work?”

That’s also quite embarrassing. “Well, the thing is,” you say, sheepishly looking away, “I wasn’t exactly doing work.”

“Then some light reading? Nayoon told me she lent you her book.”

You gasp. “For Sooht’s sake, I forgot to return that to her!”

Doyun just snorts with laughter. “So maybe you weren’t reading, then. Are you having a hard time falling asleep? Got a lot on your mind? Anything you want to talk about? I know it’s been a while since we’ve caught up.”

Maybe you have your feelings written on your face, or maybe Doyun’s just that perceptive. You see the curiosity in her features, mixed with just a bit of worry. She wants to know why you’ve been spacing out, and she’s asking you gently. And maybe you want someone to talk to about it. Maybe you’re just a tiny bit obsessed, and you need someone to talk to, to let off some of that steam. Or maybe Doyun is your friend, and you trust her enough to tell her the details you’d normally be too embarrassed to say out loud.

You hide your face behind your cup, sipping the hot tea slowly, feeling it slip down your throat and pool in your stomach. Doyun waits patiently. Finally, you manage to speak. “Doyun, I’m having these dreams.”

She looks sympathetic. “Are nightmares bothering you again? Have you been getting them since last circa?”

“Well…” you trail off. “I wouldn’t call them nightmares, per se. They’re just… recurring dreams. But I think they might be my past memories.”

Doyun’s eyes widen. “Really? That’s huge, Y/N! What have you remembered so far?”

“That’s the thing. Not much,” you say. “Because I’ve only been dreaming about one person. It’s so frustrating,” you say, chewing on your lip. “I think he was my boyfriend.”

“A boyfriend?” Doyun says. “I need to know more.”

“I keep seeing him in my dreams, but I also don’t know what he really looks like. I’ll wake up and not remember a single detail on his face. It’s a pity that these dreams are never in color, too, so it’s hard to pinpoint where we exactly are. But I’ve been thinking about it for weeks now, Doyun. They have to be my memories.”

“This is amazing, Y/N! What do you think triggered them so suddenly? No, never mind that! You’re starting to remember! I’m so happy for you!”

“I don’t know…” you say. “I’m not sure… I’ve been… Well, it’s embarrassing, but I’ve been tracking each dream, taking notes, trying to piece together some sort of timeline. But there’s nothing. Each dream is so independent of the others that I can’t possibly glean anything from trying to string them together. It’s… It’s just that I don’t know what to feel, Doyun. If these really are my memories, why do I feel like a stranger in them? And why does he feel like a stranger too? How can I love someone like that and forget about them? Am I allowed to move on? For Sooht’s sake, I don’t even know what he looks like! His face always evades my memories—so convenient, isn’t it? It’s like my memories are being dangled in front of my face. That is, if they even are my memories.” You pause to catch your breath. You hadn’t even realized it before, but you were panting. “I’m sorry,” you say. “That was a jumbled mess, wasn’t it? I’m just having trouble figuring out what to make of this.” You sigh. “Just as I was moving on…”

Doyun nods. “I understand,” she begins. “I think it’s okay not to know what to feel. To my knowledge, there’s no rule book that dictates how to react in bizarre situations like this.” She offers a small smile. “But I do know that you should try to figure out one thing: do you want your memories back? If you answer that question, you can decide to either move on or try to revert back to your past self.”

“That’s the thing, Doyun,” you say. “I don’t want my memories back, but then again, I do. I know I’m being irritating—and I’m aware that I’m contradicting myself—but I can’t help my curiosity. Yet… I don’t know! My desire to move on is greater. I can just feel it in my gut. I think…” You take in a large breath. “I think what’s stopping me is him.”

“Him?” Doyun raises her eyebrows. “Are you talking about Yoongi or the man in your dreams?”

You nearly choke. “Y-Yoo—I mean, the General?” you say. “Why would I be talking about him?”

Doyun laughs at your reaction. “It’s nothing, really,” she quickly says, but you can sense that she’s not going to elaborate in a manner that would satiate your curiosity. “I just thought you would’ve told Yoongi about your dreams before you even told me.”

You cock your head. “Really? Did you think we were that close?”

Well, now you’re second-guessing yourself. Aren’t you close to the General? You’ve gone to his home, for Sooht’s sake! And he rarely takes anyone home! And what about those private, early-morning conversations? What about those evening walks with him near the edge of the forest? Yet you can’t even bring yourself to call him by his name.

“Maybe I was imagining it,” Doyun says, though from her tone, you know she thinks that’s not true. “You two glance at each other quite a lot. I thought you two developed some sort of telepathy.”

Why? Why, in Sooht’s name, do you feel guilty about that? “O-Oh,” you say, feeling your cheeks heat up. There’s that dull, heavy sensation in the pit of your stomach again. “I was probably just staring at the wall behind me. He was, too. You know how we get, getting lost in our thoughts and all.” It’s a shit excuse, and you know Doyun won’t buy it, but it makes you feel better that you’ve verbalized it, anyway. “I’ve only told you and Hana,” you say. “I’d feel weird telling anybody else… especially the General.” Doyun raises her eyebrows again. You quickly add, “Because it would be unprofessional. I’m his officer.”

“Well, sure,” she says. But she doesn’t sound so sure. She takes a sip of her tea and sets the cup down slowly, choosing her next words carefully. “I’ll be really honest with you, Y/N,” she says. “You want to move on. But you’re making excuses for yourself because you’re worried that letting go might have some consequences. But who cares?” she says, shrugging. “A word of advice: lives come and go around here. It sounds horrible,” she says, “but it’s the truth. If you’re really worried about the man in your dreams, but no one around here knows who you are… Then Y/N, I’m sorry but… He’s probably gone.”

You can’t seem to move. Your hands are frozen in your lap. The words are also frozen in your throat.

“I know it’s hard to come to terms with. But Y/N, I haven’t heard of the Ryu Clan in several years. If no one recognized you when you woke up last year, then that’s it,” she says. “It’s really it. You were given a chance to start over, to forget the pain of loss. So don’t bring it back,” she says. “It’ll be better for you.”

“You’re right. I should just… forget,” you whisper. Your hands tighten into fists. “Just forget…”

“You’ve already forgotten,” Doyun says. “So just treat your dreams as what they are, Y/N,” she says. “They’re dreams. No need to take notes. No need to think too hard about it. They’re just dreams. You’re familiar with ‘The Winter Fox,’ right?”

“The story?” you ask, cocking your head. “Yes. Yes, I am. I enjoyed it a lot.”

“Well, then, let yourself go like the winter fox,” Doyun says. “Free yourself from the love in your dreams. You’ll feel a lot better.”

It’s great advice in theory. You’re just not sure if you have the willpower to do that. The General had once told you that letting go sounds much easier on paper. Once again, you realize that he’d been correct.

“I know it sounds like a lot,” Doyun says, “and I’m being a hypocrite, too, because I haven’t forgotten the loss of… the loss Minhee, either. But trust me. You have the option to walk away from your memories. Me? Not so much.”

“Oh…” you say. “Minhee… I’m sorry about that. You weren’t up at four in the morning mourning, were you?”

Doyun smiles, yet refuses to look you in the eyes. “I like visiting her grave when it’s quiet,” she says. “I can talk to her for hours. I tend to lose track of time. Maybe I should follow my own advice.” She pauses, shaking her head. “Well, isn’t this depressing? Let’s talk about something else. Something light and happy. You know what? I’ll just start talking,” she says. “I’ll figure out something interesting to say since we’re so desperately in need of a topic change.”

She pauses for half a second before her eyes light up with an idea. “Hm, here’s something: you know, I’ve actually known Yoongi for quite a long time.”

Your ears perk up in interest. “Oh?” Quite an interesting topic change, albeit a little random, too. But you don’t mind at all.

“Yes, I was always taller than him, by the way.” Doyun rolls her eyes. “It used to drive him crazy, back when we were teenagers.”

“Maybe if he stopped slouching,” you mumble without much thought, “he would be taller.”

Doyun snorts. “Flaming hell, Y/N!”

“I’m sorry!” you say, also astonished at your own words. “That was too much, wasn’t it?”

“No!” Doyun laughs. “It was perfect! I didn’t think you had a single mean bone in your body. But I stand corrected.”

“I would never say that to his face,” you say. “He’d throw me in battle!”

“He wouldn’t have the nerve,” Doyun laughs. “He was always too kind for his own good. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re the middle child of an important clan. He used to hang around with everyone in camp. I think he was twelve? Maybe thirteen? He’d tend the garden with me and some of the other earth mediums. Sometimes, he’d sneak in some kites, and he’d fly them with the air mediums. He’d watch the water mediums in the medical tents, just quietly, in the corner. He got in a lot of trouble for doing all these things, though. His mother hated him associating with those who didn’t just wield fire.”

“She did?” you say, eyebrows twisting.

“It’s a Min Clan thing,” Doyun explains. “Decades ago, they didn’t even allow other mediums in the camp. If they found out you were anything other than a fire medium, they’d send you right back home. Or worse, kill you.”

You suck in a sharp breath. “That’s gotten a lot better, these days, huh?”

“Yeah,” Doyun says. “But there was a time when I felt ashamed to be able to wield earth. It’s gotten immensely better,” she says. “Especially after we started using other mediums in our battle plans, thanks to you,” she adds with a smile. “We’ve come a long way. But that’s beside the point. You see, Yoongi was always a shy kid. His brother was the loud one. But Yoongi didn’t mind that either. He was always so weirdly patient. Maybe that’s why he figured out air wielding at such a young age. But there was this one time when his mother caught him in the cooking tent late at night stacking potatoes down his pants.”

“Down his pants?” You burst out laughing. “I can’t imagine.”

“Honestly, I can’t, either. I just remember it was the big news of the day. His mother got so angry. She yelled at him for an hour straight and didn’t allow him any meals the next day. We found out a week later that it was a couple of injured soldiers in the medical tent who begged him to bring them extra rations. He’d never mentioned them, even when his mother punished him. Took all the blame for himself,” Doyun says. “Now we all knew that Yoongi would die with your secrets. So a circa later, I highly encouraged him to sneak me some extra rations too. In hindsight, not such a great move. But I was young and stupid, and I didn’t really think the war could be so real. He got caught that time too. I didn’t see him for a week. Punishment from his mother. But he never once ratted me out, that brat. He should’ve,” Doyun says. “And because he didn’t, I felt obligated to make it up to him. So I snuck in and stole some extra rations myself and brought them over. It wasn’t even that hard, so I’m not sure how he got caught twice in a row. Anyway, he looked so scared of me! Absolutely terrified. I mean, I was four years older and taller, so I guess that fear was warranted. I’ll never forget that look on his face, though. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that we used to be so young.”

You can’t help but smile. “It sounds like something the General would do. I guess he hasn’t changed much.”

“Compared to the others I’ve met, he hasn’t really,” Doyun says. “I admire that about him, you know. His kindness. It’s a trait that a few Solarian Generals have. Look at his mother. She banned music during her reign. I remember that day we just pitched a bonfire in the middle of the camp. It was my nineteenth birthday, so I’d already been fighting for a couple of years. Minhee used to play a kind of harp, and I always looked forward to us coming back from battle, settling down in her tent. She’d play her harp, and I’d listen. It brought me so much peace, and to Minhee, it was her outlet. But every soldier was ordered to burn their instruments. I guess we were losing badly at that time, and Yoongi’s mother thought that was due to our indolences and somehow, music was a part of the problem. I had a theory that she despised happiness, but that seems mean to admit now. As much as she treated Yoongi like shit, Yoongi won’t let me say a single bad thing about her. He doesn’t get that angry often but badmouth his family and he’ll get furious. But anyway, I remember Yoongi’s face so clearly that day we were forced to use our instruments as kindling. And it’s not like I had a crush on him or anything, everyone usually chased after his sister. But as we were growing up, I remember watching him a lot. Usually, all eyes were on Yoojin or his ambitious, troublemaker brother Yoonsoo. But he was so quiet, so shy, so easily hidden by the shadows… so unlike his whole clan that I couldn’t help but notice him. He was crying that day. He cried all the time, actually. He cried so easily that his younger brother called him a crybaby. But this time was different. He cried like he lost a family member—over a couple of burned lutes and zithers! His mother was so embarrassed that she sent him away to collect himself. He never came back.” Doyun leans away, her hands wrapped around her cup.

“I almost forgot he has a younger brother,” you say. “The General rarely mentions him.” Or his other family members, for that matter.

“Well, he did,” Doyun says. “And he was a little bit more than an asshole.” She pauses. “Don’t tell Yoongi that I said that.”

“I wouldn’t,” you say, but a crease appears on your forehead. “How was he an asshole?”

“You know the type of people who step on others’ heads to chase after their own success?”

“I’m not sure if I know any of them myself, but I reckon they’d exist.”

“Well, he was one of those people,” Doyun says. “Absolute ass. I don’t know why Yoongi ever loved him. He ruined the Solarian Army. Thousands died under his rule. It was an absolute shitshow during those two years he was the General. It sounds horrible, Y/N,” Doyun says after glancing at your appalled expression, “but people who lead because they want power are exactly the kinds of people who make the worst leaders.”

“Oh,” you say. “I wonder why the General’s mother skipped over him if his younger brother only vied for power.”

“That’s the Min Clan for you,” Doyun answers. “Yoongi’s honestly the only good one. Well, no, I’d be wrong. His sister was an absolute beaut. Not only that but also intelligent, inventive and hardworking. But her mother used her as a puppet, and I guess she couldn’t take the pressure. It’s unfortunate, really.” Doyun sighs. “How do we always end up talking about unfortunate things? Even when we try to change the topic. It never works.”

“I guess everything just connects back to the war,” you say. “Even when we’re happy, it’s because we won a battle or training went better today than yesterday.”

Doyun massages her forehead. “This stupid fucking war.”

“Yeah,” you echo. “The stupid fucking war.”

The two of you sip your now lukewarm tea during a moment of silence.

“I should stop bothering you now,” you say, shifting your cramped legs. “I think I need to go get that book back to Nayoon, anyway.”

“Oh, Y/N. When will you learn that you’re never a bother to anyone?” Doyun shakes her head, but a fond smile plays on her lips. “You’re welcome to leave, though. I should probably get some work done.” There’s a small pause before she speaks again. “You know, I have my own copy of that book somewhere,” she says. “Don’t know where it is now, but my favorite was always ‘Hongji’s Tale.’ Maybe because I’m a biased earth medium.”

“Oh! The story of how the Solarians connected with the earth spirits,” you say, eyes lighting up with recognition. “I actually remember thinking of you while reading that.”

Doyun grins. “Of course you did. Minhee used to tell me that all the time too. That I’m scarily like Hongji. I’ll take the compliment. It’s really an honor. Besides, you’re the one to talk! The more I get to know you, Y/N, the more I realize you’re exactly like Hwayoung. Down to the last bone.”

Your eyes widen. “Doyun, I couldn’t be! She’s the first bridge between the Solarians and the spirits! And I’m just… me.”

“Admit it!” Doyun laughs. “You relate to her, don’t you? ‘Hwayoung’s Tale’ just had to be your favorite!”

“I mean, sure, it was my favorite,” you say, “but not because I actually—” You gasp, hands flying to your cheeks. “For Sooht’s sake, Doyun, I just had an epiphany!”

“Oh, please do share,” Doyun says, amused. “I wonder what it could be.”

“It’s stupid, really, but I just can’t believe I didn’t notice it before!” you exclaim. “When I was reconnecting with fire, the General asked me to envision something—a single thought that impassions me, makes my insides light up in flames,” you say slowly. “But even then, I thought about the war.”

Doyun snorts. “Everything really does connect back to it.”

“But I want to end it,” you say definitively.

“It’s like a toxic root that ends up killing the whole tree,” Doyun muses. “Ending it won’t be easy.”

“I know it sounds immature and stupid and unrealistic, but digging up that root and making it perish is my hope. I used it to connect back to fire. And my vision, Doyun… It was of your homesector, and though this all happened several circas ago, I can still remember every single detail of it so clearly. There were no tents, just plain grassland that stretched on and on forever. I was riding on Heli, racing through Alder on his back. And then I realized that I actually had a destination. There was this sun—it was looming over the land, all red and blazing and warm. I was chasing after it. I don’t know why, either. But there was something so welcoming about it that I couldn’t help but to just… follow it.”

For obvious reasons, you omit the other character you’d envisioned. The familiar man of which Doyun seemed to carry some suspicion for, regarding your relationship with him.

When you turn to glance at Doyun after you wake up from your short reverie—you’d felt weirdly intoxicated while verbalizing the vision; it was as if you were learning to connect with fire all over again—you realize that her jaw was hanging right open.

“You envisioned that?” she asks. “Before you read ‘Hwayoung’s Tale?’”

“Yes…” you say, in awe yourself. “I didn’t realize how strikingly similar it was until now.”

“It has to mean something,” Doyun says. Her forehead wrinkles as if she’s in deep thought, her thick eyebrows sloping down near her eyes. Then, a wide grin sets on her lips. “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if you were Hwayoung’s reincarnate?”

You snort. “I wish. She’s a legend, Doyun. I’ll have to do much more than just envision to get to her level.”

“Who’s to say?” Doyun shrugs. “There are years of existence ahead of us.”

“That’s also true…” You smile, thoughtfully chewing on your lip. “Even a year changed so much. I guess we’ll never know what will happen in the future. Whether we’ll become legends or not.”

Comfortable silence.

Both you and Doyun seem to be ruminating on your last words, less about the chimera of becoming legends and more about the uncertainty and open-endedness of the future. These thoughts are often hard to put into words. They’re non-linear, branching, jumbled-up messes of ideas that do more to confuse than clarify. But you find comfort in ruminating over possibilities, even if they’re perplexing. After all, the unknown terrifies you.

“I should get going,” you say, standing up and taking your tea with you. “I have to return Nayoon’s book—it’s long overdue—and I’m sure you have your fair share of duties to attend to.”

“Yes, right,” Doyun says, standing up as well. “It was nice talking to you, Y/N.” She smiles. “I can’t recall the last time I sat down and talked to someone like this. And before we both forget, let it go, Y/N. You have enough on your plate now; you shouldn’t give yourself more to worry about.”

You mirror her smile. “Thank you. For the advice and for the General’s childhood anecdotes. I’ll be sure to poke fun at him.”

Doyun grins. “That’s my girl. But he’ll secretly enjoy it anyway.”

You find the latter half of her statement to be strange, but you walk out of Doyun’s tent feeling happy and supported. Yes, your dreams are just dreams; there’s no need to fret. And yes, there’s a special reason you tend to think so much of the General. Not because you harbor romantic feelings for him (that would be quite interdicted). But because he’s just as Doyun had described him—unlike the rest of his clan. And though you don’t know a single other member of the Min Clan, you still have a point of comparison with all the other people on the campground. He’s just shockingly kinder than what you’d expect from the General of the Solarian Army, that’s all. It makes you want to pay attention to him when he talks, when he walks into a tent, when he just passes by, unsuspecting of your presence. It’s the reason that he often occupies your mind. Even now.

“Where were you today?” Yoongi asks when Doyun enters his tent with a stack of papers in hand.

She sets the papers on his desk and turns to him, giving him a funny look. “Did you miss me that much? It’s only been one night since I last saw you.”

Yoongi doesn’t even miss a beat. “I missed the training reports you just brought me, Lieutenant. I’m not sure what you were implying.”

Doyun rolls her eyes. “Well then, here you are, General. And if you truly had to know, I was with your officer. We were only having a nice chat.”

Yoongi’s brows automatically raise. His officer? That could only mean you. What was his lieutenant doing with his officer? But he feels stupid for even inquiring about that in the first place. They’re friends! Of course they might chat from time to time. But what about?

Surely you’re not keeping secrets from him that you’re telling Doyun? He still has so many questions about what he found behind your battle plans a few days ago, but he’s not sure how to approach you about it. Should he even approach you? And why would you feel obligated to tell him your secrets, anyway? You’re probably closer to Doyun.

“I can practically see you thinking, Yoongi,” Doyun snorts.

“Can you really?” he says, amusement laced into his voice. He realizes that when he thinks about you, he can go on and on for hours. Not because he fancies you. You’re a mystery. From the way that you entered his life, to your strange amount of knowledge of the battlefield despite having no memories of it, to your hidden origins, to your relationship with him. Is it so wrong that he might spend a few extra minutes trying to figure you out?

“Yes, really,” Doyun answers. “Do you want to speak to your officer yourself? I believe she has cooking duty tomorrow if you want to reach her.”

“It’s not that,” he quickly says. It comes off a little too defensive, which he regrets after he watches Doyun’s eyebrows raise. He has no choice but to come to his own defense. “She didn’t seem too well the last time I saw her.” He’s playing off on the fact that you sounded distressed in your writing, and hopefully, he’s not so far off from the truth. “Is it so wrong to wonder about the health of my own officer?”

“It’s not so wrong at all,” Doyun says with a knowing smile on her lips that Yoongi chooses to ignore. “You can talk to her about your concerns yourself, Yoongi. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

“Maybe I will.” Or maybe he won’t.

“We did talk about you,” Doyun suddenly says.

He straightens his posture immediately. “Oh? I hope it wasn’t about my childhood.”

“Guilty as ever,” Doyun snorts. “Of course it was about your childhood. What else would I tell her? Don’t worry. I left out the embarrassing details.”

“I presume you told her about the potato incident?”

“Can’t really spell out your childhood without it.”

“You would’ve left that entire story out if you claimed you forgone the embarrassing details,” Yoongi says seriously, yet contrary to his voice, he looks quite amused. “But I don’t mind. It’s a funny story in retrospect. Just wasn’t funny then.”

“I know,” Doyun says. She pats his shoulder. “I would never tell her anything that sheds a bad light on you.”

She’s hiding something. Yoongi can tell. He’s known her for years. Of course he would know when she’s explicitly leaving out the details. She and you talked about something else, something else that Doyun doesn’t feel comfortable sharing. Is she trying to protect you? From what? From whom? And what if you were Darlaean? Do you deserve to be protected then? Is Doyun committing treason by protecting you?

Nonsense. Utter nonsense. What the hell is he thinking? Complete bullshit. He must be out of his damn mind.

“I can practically see you brimming with curiosity, Yoongi,” Doyun laughs.

“You’re seeing wrong,” he replies curtly.

Doyun just sighs, shaking her head, but she continues talking as if his reply never displeased her in any manner. “You’ve been keeping something from me,” she accuses.

Yoongi feels his heart drop, though he doesn’t know why.

“You spent all those days training Y/N and you never thought to tell me about her envisionment. The one where she’s riding towards the sun! Isn’t it so uncanny? It’s exactly like ‘Hwayoung’s Tale.’ In fact, she’s exactly like Hwayoung!”

“Oh, is she?” He shrugs. “Never read that one.”

“Did your mother ban books too?” Doyun rolls her eyes.

Yoongi shrugs again. “She didn’t. It was my fault. I ripped out that section in the book when I was younger because I was so sick of fire.”

“Oh?”

“Ironically, I burned those pages.”

Doyun snorts. “Well, do you want me to tell the story?”

“Sure,” he says. He was never too interested in those tales. They’re historical fiction at best and made-up fantasies at worst. And besides, they’re for children. Adults know that problems and solutions can’t be fixed with a couple of pages of writing.

Yet somehow… you’re involved. Somehow, you’re involved in every aspect of his life these days. You play an essential role in his army. So of course you’re always involved! It’s your duty! For Sooht’s sake, he doesn’t know why his thoughts always converge on you. But now he’s curious. What did Hwayoung do that made her like you? And how did you have such an envisionment if you’d allegedly lost your memories? He needs Doyun to fill him in. Maybe he shouldn’t have burned those pages to ash with all that rage.

Doyun looks delighted that he’d agreed. She gets comfortable, perching on his desk and bringing her legs up to cross them over. Then, she begins the old tale.

“The world was dark. It had never felt so cold before. The people had no light at night, no warmth, either. After having left the ghastly land of Darlae, they had nowhere else to go but away. And they struggled for a long time after that. It was frightening. There were mysterious beasts in the forest, food was scarce, water was hard to find. The only source of light came from the sun and the moon.

“But these people thought, ‘we just survived a horrible nation of horrible people. We’re definitely not fucking going back.’ So they slowly but gradually began building their own community. You see, they were fast learners. Quickly, they learned how to spark flames like the sun using stones. They learned that the beasts in the forest weren’t dangerous at all—nor were they edible. But no matter! These people fed off the land, took what they needed, never harassed what nature was so generous to share with them. They wanted to live starkly different lives from the Darlaeans, who often ignored nature’s needs in favor of their own. Yet they knew if they wanted to catch up to the prosperity of the Forgotten Kingdom of which they’d just left, they needed more.

“In comes our legend. There was a girl whose eyes were as bright as the sunlight and twinkled like the stars when she was inspired. And that girl was inspired so easily. She’d walk by morning dew and gasp in awe. She’d watch the moon with palpable longing, her hand pressed against her chest. She’d melt at the sight of her community gathering together for a rare feast, sharing the little that they had in hopes for a better future. It’s safe to say that her eyes were always twinkling.

“Hwayoung was a girl who never gave up. A girl who always reached for more. A girl who everyone compared to the sun—so bright, both intellectually and spiritually. She realized that the stone-to-stone contact method to create fire was time-consuming and not always the most effective. So she came up with an idea.

“‘I know!’ she gasped, her eyes twinkling. ‘I can borrow fire from the sun!’ But everyone thought her idea was just plain stupid.

“‘How would that be possible?’ they sighed, shaking their heads. ‘It’s pointless to try.’

“But Hwayoung ignored them. Though she was kind and good-natured, she could also be pretty stubborn. Shortly after, she met a beast—a fire horse—in the forest while she was gathering berries for supper. Her people usually avoided these beasts, for they were mysterious and strange-looking. Nothing at all like the cattle back in Darlae. But Hwayoung wasn’t scared. She felt drawn to the fire horse, actually. And the fire horse was drawn to her.

“Soon, she told him about her idea to chase after the sun. She believed that if she caught up with it, she could learn how to wield its flames—just like the fire horse!

“‘Do you know the way?’ she asked him.

“The fire horse nodded. So the next thing you know, they’re riding off towards the sun. But what Hwayoung thought would take a few hours took days—the sun wasn’t always out because there was nighttime, so they had to rest until sunrise. On top of that, no matter how much she and the fire horse chased after it, the sun never got closer. On the sixth day, the fire horse could no longer go further. So Hwayoung got off the horse and ran. She ran and ran and ran. Seriously, Yoongi, she ran a disgusting amount of distance. She barely slept, barely ate. She was dehydrated, almost barely conscious, yet she still chose to run.

“Her dedication caught Sooht’s attention. As the spirits of fire, Sooht knew Hwayoung’s journey to the sun was going to be fruitless from the beginning, but they thought the chase would be amusing to watch. Until Hwayoung never gave up.

“Sooht was shocked. How could a mere mortal have so much ambition? So much grit? So much dedication to something so stupid? Sooht knew he had to reward this mortal’s behavior. So they decided to conjure up a deal with Hwayoung. She was delirious and fatigued, but she had enough energy to accept Sooht’s generous deal, and she brought it back to her people. She brought fire back after having shed her gemstone.

“The days of striking stones together for a small chance of a spark were gone. Now, Hwayoung’s people were able to create and extinguish flames of their own will. Sooht had shared their immense power. And Hwayoung became a hero—the one who helped create Solaria and the Solarians—for fire was the first element the people were able to connect to. The end.”

Doyun turns to Yoongi almost expectantly, waiting for his reaction. He just sighs, shaking his head. “Do people actually believe this happened?”

She, in turn, rolls her eyes. “That’s not the point of the story and you know it.”

“The point is that only one person can be the hero,” Yoongi says. “That if one person just sets off and does what they want, no matter how nonsensical it is, they will succeed. It perpetuates a bad message. In times like this, teamwork and communication are crucial. What if Sooht had thought her pathetic? What if he had never helped her? Hwayoung would’ve died,” he says. “Ambition or not, too much of it is never a pretty sight.”

“You’re no fun,” Doyun sighs. “It’s a children’s tale, Yoongi. And besides, you have to admit that it’s uncanny how similar Y/N is to Hwayoung. You think that Y/N won’t do the same?”

“She’d consult you or me first,” he replies. “If we thought it was a stupid idea, then she wouldn’t do it. Who the hell chases after the sun in real life, anyway?”

Doyun just shakes her head. A smile begins to stretch on her lips. “Maybe you think too highly of Y/N to compare her to Hwayoung.”

“W-What in Sooht’s name do you mean by that?”

“The stutter tells me everything.” Doyun grins.

“Of course I think highly of Y/N,” Yoongi says with a frown. “Just as I think highly of every other soldier and person in Solaria. I just think comparing her to Hwayoung is a bit much. Her envisionment is coincidentally like that of ‘Hwayoung’s Tale,’ but it isn’t necessarily an uncommon envisionment, either. There are probably plenty of other people who envisioned the same thing.”

Doyun shrugs. “Sure, Yoongi. Let’s leave it at that, then, shall we?”

Yoongi doesn’t like the way she says that—as if she doesn’t believe him! But he brushes it off. “You said she has cooking duty tomorrow?”

“Why? Are you going to talk to her?”

He doesn’t understand why she’s smiling like that at him. Does she know something he doesn’t know? “Yes,” he answers. “I will.” A pause. “You seem like you know something about her that I don’t know.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you’re still suspicious of her! Not after everything she’s done for us!”

“It wouldn’t hurt to think of all the possibilities,” he replies, but deep down, he knows he could never truly think you’re a spy. Besides, if you’ve really lost your memories, it wouldn’t matter anyways. Yet… if you’re getting your memories back, that could also be an issue. What in Sooht’s name was that written excerpt he found behind your battle plans a few days ago?

“The information I’m keeping from you is personal to her,” Doyun says. “But I would never refrain from telling you news that I thought would jeopardize your army. You need to talk to her yourself,” she says. “She seems to think your relationship with her is purely professional.”

“Is it not?” He frowns.

Doyun lets out a deep sigh. “You know what Yoongi? I’m hungry. Aren’t you hungry? Let’s get something to eat. You were probably crouched up in this tent all day, so let’s get you out to some fresh air.”

Yoongi cocks his head at the sudden topic change, but he also doesn’t mind it. As he leaves the tent (with Doyun practically dragging him), he begins to think. He’s not sure what Doyun is trying to get at. Everything about your relationship with him is professional. So what if he steals a couple of glances at you in every officer meeting? And what if he can easily notice you walking past him in a large crowd of soldiers? What if he enjoys talking to you? So what if he patiently waits for your next conversation with him, wondering what else you two will converse about and how else you’ll pique his interest? You’re an exceptional person, and he admires you. But you’re also his officer. And you’ve never once called him by his name.

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selfish | one (18+)

Summary: You're a former coworker of Kento Nanami back when he was just an office worker. You accidentally run into him at a bakery many years later which gives you a second chance at getting to know the man who had always caught your eye.

Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!Reader

Words: 11.1k+

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, creampie, explicit language, attempted sexual assault, kidnapping, canon-typical violence, alcohol

Note: Read on ao3 here! I’ve been on tumblr on and off for about 10 years at this point (yikes), but I recently decided to start a new one as sort of a writing blog with a lot of anime gif reblogging on the side as well haha. Kind of nervous to post my first fic on tumblr for some reason, so I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading!

Index: [Part One] [Part Two]

“Nanami? Kento Nanami? Is that you?”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. It had been years! Was that really him?

---

The night you accidentally ran into Kento Nanami started off like any other night in your life. After an exhausting day of work, you decided to treat yourself to some sweets at a nearby bakery. The small chime on the door signaled your entrance with the lone employee warmly greeting you.

“Welcome!”

There was only one other customer in the small shop. A tall man stood at the cash register.

Hmm.

There was something strangely familiar about the man’s demeanor. Curious, you drifted over to the display case next to the register to try and sneak a peek at his face. While admiring the delicious-looking pastries on the counter, you listened in on the conversation between him and the cashier.

“That will be 2000 yen,” the lady said.

“I’ll pay with card.”

You stiffened slightly, eyes widening in surprise.

That voice!

You recognized that voice!

The man shifted his face towards you as he reached to grab his wallet from his pocket. You were finally able to get a glimpse of his face.

You gasped.

“It is you!” you exclaimed in surprise. “Nanami!”

He looked as prim and proper as ever. The man still wore a suit and tie with his hair neatly parted. The only major difference in his appearance was the sunglasses that now completely shielded his eyes.

“It’s good to see you again! How have you been?” you asked eagerly.

Nanami looked at you silently, trying to recall where he had seen your familiar face before.

Then he remembered.

A flood of memories from a different life overcame him. The man hesitantly said your name, like he couldn’t quite believe your unexpected appearance before him. You nodded enthusiastically while he absentmindedly handed his credit card to the cashier.

“Oh wow,” you breathed, feeling a little giddy. “I haven’t seen you since you quit all those years ago. What are you doing now?”

Nanami seemed to pause for a second, adjusting his sunglasses. “I work at a school.”

“Oh! As a teacher?”

“No, just as staff.”

“That sounds nice. What school?”

“It’s a private religious school in the mountains. It’s not particularly well-known,” the man replied vaguely.

“Oh, I see.”

A loud beep of a cell phone interrupted the conversation. Nanami reached into his other pocket and took out his phone. He frowned, looking at the device. “I apologize, but I have to go immediately.”

“Oh, uh, ok,” you said, feeling slightly disappointed. You barely had any time to catch up with your former coworker. Nanami grabbed the bag from the counter and swiftly exited the store. You watched him walk away with a sigh. What were the chances that you would bump into him again? You pouted, upset that the circumstances hadn’t exactly worked out in your favor.

“Oh no!” the cashier suddenly cried out. “He forgot his card!” She pointed at the blue credit card on the counter.

“Lemme see if I can catch him!” you responded, already running out of the bakery. You pushed open the door and ran in the direction you saw the man leave. “Nanami!” you shouted. Other pedestrians looked at you curiously, but you couldn’t see the tall man anywhere. You walked around a bit further out, continuing to call his name but to no avail. Sighing, you headed back to the bakery.

“No luck,” you said to the cashier. “He’s gone already. I have no idea how he disappeared so quickly.” Crossing your arms against your chest, you looked at the forgotten card in frustration. “What should we do now?” If only you had his number!

“I guess I can keep it here in case he comes back,” the lady reasoned.

Hmm.

An idea popped in your head.

A selfish one.

“Wait! How about I take it and return it to him?” you asked. Then you realized that your request might come off as suspicious. “We used to work together, I promise I’m not trying to steal it or anything.”

The cashier smiled at you softly. “I trust you. You come in here quite a lot and that man did say your name, so I know you’re not lying.”

You sighed in relief.

Thank goodness.

After buying some pastries for yourself, you walked out of the bakery holding Nanami’s credit card in your hand. You carefully stored it in your bag before beginning the walk back to your apartment.

A private religious school in the mountains, huh?

It shouldn’t be too hard to find.

---

You groaned, fighting the urge to pull your hair in frustration.

How hard was it to find this damn school?!

You were sitting at your desk in the dark. The only light in the bedroom came from your laptop screen which was full of search engine results for “tokyo private religious school”. You were on page 15. Not a promising sign.

Recalling your conversation with Nanami, you remembered the man said he worked at a religious school in the mountains. However, none of the private schools you had found so far were located in the mountains. You frowned. Had Nanami been lying?

You shook your head to yourself.

No.

He’s not the type to lie. He did say it wasn’t well-known.

You scrolled further down and clicked on the next page. Quickly skimming the results, you finally found something that caught your eye.

Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

Huh. What a strange name for a school.

You clicked on the link. It brought you to a strange forum that looked somewhat sketchy and unreliable, but someone had at least posted an address for the school. You grabbed your phone and immediately plugged the address into the map app.

You punched the air in triumph.

“Yes!” The dot was located in the mountains by some Tokyo suburbs.

This has to be the place!

Luckily, tomorrow was Friday which meant you had no classes, and you weren’t scheduled for a shift at work. You were free to find the school and return the card to Nanami in person.

“Ok!” you said to yourself, rubbing your hands together. “Now to find out how to get there.”

---

You looked at the dot of your current location on your phone and then back at the vast empty woods in front of you.

This can’t be it!

You groaned out loud in frustration, stamping your feet in a little tantrum.

Why is it still so hard to find this damn school?!

Looking at your phone again, you double-checked the map to see that you were in fact at the exact location of the address you inputted, but nothing was here. It was just trees!

You sighed in disappointment but refused to give up right away. Maybe your phone’s GPS was off because you were so high up in the mountains and the signal was bad. You decided to follow the road that led up the mountain with the hope that you might accidentally stumble across the school. If there was a road, it had to lead somewhere! But strangely enough, you hadn’t seen any cars, buildings, or pedestrians since entering the area.

After walking around for almost an hour, you decided to take a break. Sitting in the shade of some trees by the side of the road, you took your water bottle out of your bag for a quick sip. You admired the beautiful, quiet scenery in front of you.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

You were currently lost in the mountains of Tokyo looking for a school you weren’t quite sure actually existed. And it was all because you were selfish and wanted to see Nanami again. Your old coworker.

You hadn’t been particularly close to him at work, though he didn’t seem overly friendly with anyone in the office. Nanami was the stoic and serious type. He didn’t talk much with the team, but you could tell he worked hard. He was always one of the last people to leave the office for the night, if he did leave. On many occasions, you found him dozing at his desk in the morning when you arrived early to work before everyone else with the sneaking suspicion that he had spent the entire night in the office.

Unlike most of the other employees and especially your boss, Nanami seemed to still care about the clients instead of just the company’s profits, judging from the small snippets of conversations you overheard from him. You had always wanted to get to know him better, but he didn’t particularly have an approachable demeanor. At the time, you were just a young, newly graduated woman who was afraid of everything and everyone. So you often just kept to yourself.

You sighed, looking down at the ground. Taking Nanami’s credit card hostage was a pathetic way of trying to rekindle a relationship that never existed in the first place. You made up your mind. It was time to head back home and drop off the card at the bakery so he could pick it up himself. Today’s excursion was just a giant waste of time much to your disappointment.

“Excuse me, miss. What are you doing here?”

“Huh?” A man was hovering over you. You swore he hadn’t been there a second ago.

You screamed. “P-please don’t hurt me!” You put your arms out in front of you, shielding yourself from any potential harm. “I don’t have much money, but you can have it all!”

The man burst out laughing. You slowly lowered your arms, hoping that his laughter meant he wasn’t going to attack you.

“I’m not going to hurt you, and I especially don’t want your money.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.” No longer afraid, you took a closer look at the stranger. He was tall. Very tall. Wearing a black outfit and a matching blindfold that spiked up his white hair.

What a strange appearance.

“Well, I won’t hurt you as long as you tell me what you’re doing here.” You gulped, hearing the silent threat in his words.

“Umm, umm, well, you see I-I got a bit lost and w-was just taking a rest,” you stuttered nervously, fiddling with your hands. “I heard there’s a private school around here and I’m trying to find it, because I know someone who works there. His name is Kento Nanami and we used to work together many many years ago and I just happened to run into him last night at a bakery but he left his credit card there and I wanted to give it back to him in person, so I thought it was a good idea to deliver it at his workplace but this school is so hard to find I have no idea where I’m going and-and I think I’m just going to leave now actually.” You realized you were rambling, so you forcibly shut your mouth to stop yourself from looking like a complete fool in front of the stranger.

The man hummed in thought for several seconds before suddenly grinning and chuckling to himself. His demeanor no longer felt threatening.

“Kento Nanami, huh,” the man said, still smiling happily.

“Oh, you know him?” You perked up, suddenly hopeful.

Maybe they work together!

“Leave it to me!” the stranger cheered, giving you a thumbs up. “I’ll escort you to the school and make sure you hand-deliver that credit card to Nanami!”

You felt relieved, tears almost prickling your eyes. “Oh thank you so much!”

---

“Satoru.”

“Mm.”

“Can’t you tell there’s a human who has been wandering near the barrier for quite a while now? It looks like they’re trying to find a way in,” Yaga commented.

“Well, they can’t. Isn’t that the whole point of the barrier?”

“I know that!” the principal grunted angrily. “But since you’re just lounging here around doing nothing, go check it out.”

“Fine.” Gojo got off the couch and headed outside, wondering how a human accidentally wandered this close to the school so far up the mountains.

---

It only took several minutes before you and the strange man found a path leading to the school. You blinked in surprise. You felt like you had walked by this part of the road earlier but had seen nothing.

Walking alongside the man quietly, you suddenly realized you had completely forgotten your manners. Quickly bowing to your escort, you introduced yourself and thanked him for taking the time to safely bring you to the school.

“It’s no problem. Any friend of Nanami is a friend of mine. Oh, and I’m Satoru Gojo by the way. I’m the first-year teacher here.”

He was a teacher? This man wearing a blindfold in broad daylight? You swallowed nervously. You wondered what kind of school Nanami was working for exactly.

Once you finally reached the main school grounds, all of your reservations immediately melted away. “Wow!” you breathed. The campus was absolutely gorgeous with beautiful statues, shrines, and gates. You couldn’t help but stop and admire your surroundings. “This school is beautiful.”

Gojo brought you to the teacher’s lounge and gestured for you to sit down. “So, tell me again how you know our dear Nanami?”

---

Nanami had just finished a mission when his phone chimed, signaling a text. He finished wiping his blade clean before grabbing the device. The message was from Gojo.

Gojo: Come back to Jujutsu Tech. Your girlfriend is here ;)

The sorcerer stared at the message.

Nanami: I have no idea what you mean.

Gojo: ( ˘ ³˘)♥

He angrily shoved his phone back in his pocket and walked over to the car where Ijichi was waiting. He entered the back seat before closing the door behind him. “Hurry up. I need to find a certain white-haired idiot and destroy him.”

---

Nanami was walking towards the teacher’s lounge when he heard your bright laughter. He froze for a couple of seconds.

What were you doing here?

He picked up the pace, quickly entering the lounge to see you giggling on the couch next to Gojo. For some reason, it bothered him to see how close the idiot was to you and how happy you looked in his presence.

“Nanami! You’re here!” Gojo exclaimed, immediately noticing the other sorcerer’s presence.

You turned your head quickly towards the doorway with a bright grin. “Oh, Nanami! Hi again!”

Nanami observed the scene, trying to figure out what was going on, but he was drawing a blank.

First of all, you weren’t a sorcerer. How did you enter the school grounds?

Second, did you know Gojo? The two of you seemed quite friendly on the couch together.

Third, was Gojo implying that you were his girlfriend? That was absolutely ridiculous.

“What are you doing here?” Nanami asked you cautiously, adjusting his sunglasses.

“Oh!” You dug around in your bag, pulling out your wallet. You removed a blue credit card. “You left this behind at the bakery yesterday. I tried to chase after you, but you disappeared so quickly. I had the day off today, so I thought I would try to find your workplace and give your card back to you.” You got off the couch, approaching Nanami and handing him the card.

Nanami took the card from you before placing it back in his own wallet. “You didn’t have to do this. How did you even find your way here?”

“I found her wandering nearby!” Gojo jumped in, grinning at the other sorcerer. “Imagine my surprise when she said the two of you used to work together back when you were just a salaryman. I just had to invite her back here. You never mentioned you used to work with such a lovely lady.”

You visibly blushed at Gojo’s words which just bothered Nanami even more. “Thank you for returning my card, but I think it’s about time y—”

“Nanami. Nanami. Namami,” Gojo said in a singsong voice. “You’re all work and no fun. It’s been years since the two of you have seen each other, and you’re already trying to get rid of her? Don’t you want to catch up a little bit?”

You played with your hair, a little nervous. “I mean if you’re busy Nanami, I can go. But I was hoping we could talk a little bit.” You looked up at him with bright eyes. “I want to hear how you’ve been doing.”

Nanami took one look at your hopeful face and immediately gave in. “Alright.” He gestured for you to sit back down as he walked over to one of the armchairs. The sorcerer pretended like he didn’t see your little jump of excitement as you hurried back to the couch with Gojo.

Once the three of you were all seated comfortably, you brought up what you had been previously discussing with Gojo. “I didn’t know you’re teaching at the same high school you went to as a student. That’s pretty cool!”

“He was one of the few students who graduated and decided to leave the community,” Gojo pointed out. “Most of us stay here and continue working for the school.” Nanami subtly glared at the white-haired sorcerer, wondering how much he had told you about the jujutsu world.

“Why did you decide to come back then?” you asked curiously.

“I changed my mind,” Nanami simply stated. “I realized I would find my career slightly more rewarding if I worked for the school than that company.”

You nodded in agreement. “That makes sense. I’m glad we eventually both left that job.” You slightly grimaced, just thinking about your past. It didn’t go unnoticed by Nanami.

“When did you leave?” he asked.

You hummed, recalling the past. “It was probably a couple of months after you left. I, uh, messed up something really badly and I got fired.”

Nanami raised his eyebrows in surprise. You didn’t seem like the type to make big mistakes. He remembered you as quite the careful and diligent worker. He narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if you were being deceitful.

“It’s ok though,” you continued. “I worked a couple of odd jobs afterward to keep up with the bills until I decided I wanted to become a nurse! So I’m actually back in school now and working part-time to help pay tuition.”

“A nurse, huh,” Gojo remarked. “What a noble career choice.”

“Ahh, I wouldn’t say I’m noble or anything. I just think I would find my life more fulfilling if I was actively helping people,” you explained. “Probably similar to how you felt when you switched careers, Nanami.”

He nodded at your words.

uThe three of you chatted amicably the rest of the day. Gojo and you mostly carried the conversation, but Nanami would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy listening to your voice. After he ran into you at the bakery last night, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It was the first time he was confronted with his old life after deciding to become a sorcerer again. Part of Nanami wanted to never look back on that phase of his life again, but perhaps it wasn’t all bad. Sure, he hadn't particularly liked anyone from that office, but he didn’t mind you. You had always been quiet, polite, and hardworking.

Nanami still remembered his last day at the office. You had organized a surprise farewell party just for him with a cake, balloons, and everything. After everyone had their fill of free food and left the conference room, you had shyly wished him luck in the future and said you would miss seeing him in the office. All those memories came rushing back after encountering you in that bakery.

The sun started to set when you finally noticed the time.

“Ah! I should probably go,” you announced, checking your phone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstay my welcome.”

“No, no,” Gojo assured. “You are very much welcome here. Like I said earlier, any friend of Nanami is a friend of mine and all my friends are welcome here!”

“How do you plan on getting home?” Nanami asked, mildly concerned.

“Don’t worry!” Gojo said. “I got it handled. Ijichi will drive her back.”

“Huh? No, it’s fine,” you tried to argue. “I can get back by myself. It’s not a problem.”

“What kind of gentlemen would we be if we didn’t ensure you got home safely? Ijichi is our finest chauffeur,” the blindfolded man insisted. “He will take care of you.”

You looked at Nanami who simply nodded at you, encouraging you to accept Gojo’s offer. Sighing, you crossed your arms over your chest with a pout. “Alright. Thank you.”

The two men waved goodbye as you left in Ijichi’s car to head back home.

“Was it really wise to have her on the school grounds?” Nanami asked.

Gojo hummed. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Normal humans aren’t allowed here for a reason.”

The blindfolded sorcerer didn’t reply. Instead, he took out his phone and started tapping on the screen. Nanami’s phone chimed. It was a text from Gojo. Opening it, he saw it was a string of numbers.

A phone number.

“You should call her sometime,” Gojo said. “She likes you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do. What kind of woman travels to the mountains on her day off to try and find a publically non-existent school to return a credit card to someone she doesn’t like?”

Nanami remained silent.

“Just because we’re adults and jujutsu sorcerers doesn’t mean we aren’t allowed to have some normal fun. It’s alright to be selfish every once in a while.”

How badly Nanami wanted to believe Gojo’s words.

---

You heard the door open and close.

“Hello! How many I help y—Gojo?”

You blinked in surprise, not expecting to see the teacher at your workplace. While taking classes to become a nurse, you worked part-time at a small boba tea shop. You had just finished serving the flurry of college students who needed a midday pick-me-up when Gojo appeared. Several of the seated patrons whispered and pointed at him, wondering why he was wearing a blindfold and how he could see.

“Thought I would drop by and say hi,” he said with an easy grin.

You returned his smile. “Is Nanami with you too?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

“No, not today, unfortunately,” he replied. You tried to ignore the flash of disappointment you felt. “I’ll bring him next time.”

You perked up at Gojo’s promise, nodding eagerly. “Sounds good. So, would you like something to drink?”

The man ordered a large brown sugar milk tea with extra sugar. You looked at him, mildly concerned. “You sure you want 120% sugar? It’s pretty sweet to begin with. Trust me.”

Gojo nodded. “Yup!”

“Alright,” you said with a shrug. You did try to warn him.

You finished preparing Gojo’s drink and handed it to him along with a straw.

“Hey, do you mind if I borrow your phone for a second?” the teacher asked.

“Oh, sure,” you said, grabbing your phone from your back pocket.

Gojo took the device and opened the camera app. “Smile!” That was the only warning you got. He had taken a selfie of the two of you together. You weren’t even smiling in the photo, completely caught off guard. But Gojo was at least prepared, grinning happily and showing off his milk tea in one hand. You watched as the man repeatedly tapped on your phone screen.

“What are you doing?” you asked hesitantly.

“Here!” Gojo handed the phone back to you. Looking at the screen, you saw that he had sent the selfie of the two of you to a random number with a text that said “Having fun without you!”

“Um. Who did you send this to Gojo?”

“Nanami, of course!”

“Oh,” you said quietly, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

Nanami’s number!

You finally had it!

Gojo chuckled to himself as he saw the way your eyes lit up.

“Oh, by the way,” you said, looking up from the phone. “It’s my birthday next weekend. I’m going out with a couple of friends on Saturday at 8pm at the bar around the corner, and I was wondering if you and Nanami would like to join? You should bring Ijichi too and anyone else from the school! Only if you want though. It’s ok if you don’t want to come or you’re worried about being awkward with my other friends even though they’re super cool and encouraged me to invite you guys and I promise I won’t be upset if you can’t make it because this is kind of last minute and I—”

“Sounds great!” Gojo interrupted your rambling. “I’ll be sure to pass along the information. We'll be there.”

“Really?” You grinned at the teacher. “Awesome! I guess I’ll see you then!”

Gojo waved at you goodbye as you tried to compose yourself before the next wave of customers arrived.

---

“Ahh!! You guys actually came!” you squealed as a group of individuals approached your table in the bar. You stumbled out of the large booth where your other friends were seated, already several shots in for the night. You clumsily hugged Gojo without thinking. Releasing him, you took in his new appearance.

“You look so different!” you commented. “But not in a bad way!” The man had traded in his signature blindfold for a pair of sunglasses that still hid his eye. His hair was lying down flat instead of its usual spiked-up look.

Behind Gojo, you saw Ijichi with a woman you didn’t recognize.

“That’s Shoko Ieiri,” Gojo said, following your gaze. “She’s the doctor at our school.”

You happily greeted both of them, thanking them for coming.

And finally, you saw the person you were looking forward to seeing the most. Nanami looked good as always. He was dressed a little more casually for the night without his signature jacket, tie, and sunglasses. Instead, he wore a crisp, blue button-up shirt with the top few buttons undone. You tried not to stare too much at his revealed skin.

As you approached Nanami, you reached out to hug him but you managed to stop yourself in time. You were worried about coming on too strong and opted for a small wave instead.

“Thanks for coming, Nanami! I’m so glad you came!”

Sitting at the table altogether, your other friends immediately fawned over Gojo. One of them grabbed you and whispered in your ear.

“What the hell? You didn’t tell me one of your friends was incredibly hot?”

You shrugged and ordered another round of shots for the whole table. Gojo ended up passing because he didn’t drink, so you took it upon yourself to finish it for him.

Nanami quietly nursed a beer as he observed the scene. He didn’t typically like crowded, loud bars like this, but he would make an exception for you. Gojo had also been extremely intent on making sure everyone from the school attended your little celebration. He managed to get Ijichi to come along only after getting Shoko to agree by bribing her with free alcohol.

Nanami was currently sitting across the booth from you, watching as you chatted with your friends. You were wearing a dark red dress that perfectly showed off your curves. The left strap of your dress was a little loose and it kept falling down the entire night despite you constantly readjusting it, not that Nanami had noticed.

You looked so carefree and lively in this atmosphere. Every once in a while, you caught Nanami’s gaze and beamed at him happily.

At some point during the night, you left the table to go to the bathroom. It was only once you tried walking back to everyone that you realized how drunk you were. Stumbling a bit in your high heels, you leaned against the wall by the bathrooms for stability.

“Excuse me miss, are you alright?”

A man approached you, but you instantly waved him off. “Mmm, I’m good,” you replied. “Thanks though.” You were determined to make it back to your friends on your own, but as soon as you took a step away from the wall, you tripped. The man caught you before you could hit the ground. He had a tight grip on your waist.

“You don’t seem good,” he chuckled softly. “How about I help you?” You could feel his hands starting to go lower, and you quickly latched onto them and tried to pry them off you.

“I said no,” you said firmly, but the man ignored you and pressed you against the wall. “Get off!” You struggled against him but to no avail.

Suddenly, the weight of the man was lifted and you felt like you could breathe again.

“Are you alright?” a smooth voice asked.

You looked up to see Nanami in front of you. You nodded silently and admired his strong jawline and sharp eyes in the bar’s dark lighting.

“Can you walk?”

You nodded again. Taking a step away from the wall, you immediately staggered again much to your embarrassment. Nanami grabbed your arm and lifted you up until you were half leaning on him for support. Inhibitions suddenly gone from all the alcohol in your system, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and gave him a hug. The man tried to ignore the shiver that went up his spine when he felt your warm, soft body pressed up against him. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was quite jealous that you had hugged Gojo when they first arrived. What was so special about that idiot anyway? Nanami slowly wrapped his arms around you, indulging himself for once and returning the hug.

“I’m so glad you came,” you mumbled against his chest. “I was so happy that I ran into you at the bakery that one night. But I was afraid I would never see you again.” You paused. “I really wanted to see you again.”

Nanami didn’t know how to respond to your words, so he gently rubbed your back instead. You leaned into his touch happily.

“Let’s get back to the others,” he said gently. You sighed and reluctantly removed yourself from the embrace. Nanami half-carried you back to the table and carefully deposited you next to your friends. To your disappointment, he didn’t sit down next to you and instead headed towards the front doors.

“Nanami? Where are you going?” Gojo asked, eyebrows raised.

“I’ll be back.”

When Nanami exited the bar, he was greeted by several couples who were taking a smoke break. He walked a bit further away, so he could be alone. The sorcerer leaned against a random building, taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down.

Nanami felt quite ashamed of himself. Acting like a hormonal teenage boy just because he briefly held you while you were wearing that damn dress. He tried to ignore the way his cock was straining in his pants. Gritting his teeth, he willed his body to relax. Nanami refused to let you see him so worked like this. He especially couldn’t let Gojo see. He could only imagine the endless teasing he would endure from the blindfolded idiot.

Inside the bar, you watched sadly as Nanami left. You wondered if it was something you did to scare him away.

Gojo sat next to you and handed you a glass of water. “Drink,” he commanded.

You did as you were told, keeping an eye on the doors to see if Nanami had come back in yet. “Does Nanami not like me?” you asked Gojo quietly with a pout.

The man chuckled. “I assure you that’s not the case.”

You turned to look at him. “How do you know?”

Gojo lowered his sunglasses slightly, and you were able to get a glimpse of his gorgeous blue eyes for the first time. “Trust me. I have good eyes.”

---

Nanami ended the call with Ijichi. He leaned against the wall of the bathroom with a grimace. He was still applying pressure to the wound he had received from Mahito. The sorcerer scrolled through the contacts list on his phone. He found himself hovering over your name.

Yes, he did save your number from Gojo’s text. Why wouldn’t he? It would be frivolous to ignore that kind of contact information.

Nanami grabbed another wad of paper towel to replace the one that was already drenched in blood. He grunted in pain.

A nurse, huh.

He wondered what you would do if you saw him right now. If you fuss over him and take care of his injuries yourself. Nanami sighed. He wouldn’t mind that. Would you carefully unbutton his shirt to get a better look at the wound? He could almost imagine the way your fingers would ghost over his stomach.

With a groan, Nanami banged his head against the wall. He couldn’t believe he was fantasizing about you while profusely bleeding in a public restroom.

The sorcerer cleaned up his blood all over the sink and threw out the dirty wads of paper towels. He went outside to wait for Ijichi to bring him back to school for proper treatment.

---

“I’m going to take my break!” you announced to your coworkers as you exited the bubble tea shop. You decided to go outside for a quick breather because it was such a nice, sunny day. Avoiding the crowds, you headed over to the alleyways near the shop to scroll through Twitter in peace.

You were so engrossed by your phone that you didn’t notice the presence of someone next to you. It was only when you heard them clear their throat that you looked next to you to see a man wearing sunglasses and a hat.

“Oh, sorry. Am I in your way? I can move.”

In the blink of an eye, he held a knife to your neck. You felt the cool blade lightly press into your skin. You held your breath, afraid to react in any way.

“Don’t scream. Don’t move,” he hissed.

Your eyes widened in shock.

That voice.

You recognized that voice.

The man grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you in the opposite direction of the busy street where unaware pedestrians were still walking by. He pressed the knife against your side now, digging it into the thin t-shirt you had to wear for work.

“Walk.”

He led you to an abandoned building several minutes away. Once you were inside and the door closed shut, he roughly shoved you to the ground.

You landed in a heap, groaning in pain. Turning around, you finally faced your captor.

“It’s you, isn’t you,” you said evenly. “Boss.”

The man chuckled, removing the hat and sunglasses. It was your former boss from the company where you and Nanami had once worked together. You dug your nails in the palms of your hands. If he was here, you knew you were in trouble.

“You called the cops, didn’t you!” he yelled at you, pointing the knife at you menacingly.

Cops? What was he talking about?

“No, I didn’t,” you replied honestly.

“You BITCH! Don’t lie to me.” He waved the knife closer at you.

“I promise! I didn’t tell anyone!”

With a shout, the man grabbed your hair and held the knife to your neck again. You squeezed your eyes shut and couldn’t help but let a small whimper leave your lips.

The truth was you weren't just fired from your job. You were threatened. When numbers weren’t adding up, you realized that your boss was embezzling money and had been doing so for a long time. He found out that you knew the truth and protected himself by forcibly ousting you from the company. As a young professional, you knew better than to fight against a big shot financial executive. When he warned you to stay quiet or face his wrath, you were wise enough to shut your mouth, clean your desk, and leave the building immediately. True to your word, you had never mentioned your boss’s crimes to anyone. You thought you were safe to move on with the rest of your life but apparently, that was not the case.

The man spat at you before roughly kicking you away. He started pacing as you wiped his spit off your cheek with a disgusted groan.

“This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. I’m about to lose everything. EVERYTHING!”

As he muttered to himself, you tried to survey your surroundings and determine if there was a way you could safely escape. Before you could figure anything out, your old boss approached you again, knife still in hand. He seemed to have made up his mind about what he was going to do.

“You’re going to fix this. Yea. This is your fault. I’ll pin it all on you. You’ll go down for this, not me!”

As the man ranted and raved at you, something appeared in the shadows behind him. There was some movement. You blinked your eyes, wondering if it was just a trick of your imagination. But to your horror, a green creature grew larger and larger in the background. It had three heads, each with multiple eyes and giant drooling mouths with huge teeth. The monster raised its multiple arms, hovering over your boss with all eyes fixed on him like he was a piece of prey.

“Scared, aren’t you?” the man commented with a chuckle. He was misinterpreting the horrified look on your face. “This is what you get for messing with the wrong man.”

You shook your head slowly and lifted a shaky finger to point behind him.

He turned around, dropping the knife in shock.

The weapon clattered to the ground.

Your boss screamed. He immediately tried to run away, but one of the monster’s arms snatched him in a tight grip. The three heads fought with each other as if deciding which one of them would get to swallow the prize. You took that as a cue to start running.

The monster was blocking the way you entered, so you ran towards the only other door you saw, which led to a stairwell. You ran up a couple of floors before hiding in a small closet you found. It was cramped and dusty but you hoped it was enough to hide you from that creature.

Sitting on the ground, you took out your phone shakily and called the police.

“Hello, what is your emergency?”

“I’m trapped in an abandoned building, and there’s a monster here.” You realized it sounded ridiculous, but you didn’t know what else to say in the moment.

The dispatcher groaned. “This is the last time! You kids have to stop with the prank calls. This line is for emergencies only!”

They hung up on you.

You stared at your cell phone in disbelief.

Shit.

Instinctively, you scrolled through your contacts list until you found who you were looking for. You pressed the call button.

Please pick up. Please pick up.

It went to voicemail.

You cursed to yourself again.

“Nanami,” you whispered quietly, voice quivering. “I don’t know when you’ll listen to this, but you have to believe me. I’m in an abandoned building near my job, and I swear there’s a monster here. I-I think it might have killed our old boss. I don’t know what to do, I tri—”

There was a loud bang. You quickly hung up and pressed the phone into your chest while you covered your mouth and nose with your other hand to quiet your harsh breathing. The sounds got closer and closer until it sounded like it was right outside the closet door. Your heart was beating so loudly you were worried the monster would hear it. But luckily, the noises started to become fainter. Eventually, you heard nothing even after a long time of terrified waiting.

Once you were reasonably convinced the coast was clear, you quietly opened the closet door and peeked out. The hallway was empty. Maybe this was your chance to finally escape the building.

You carefully climbed to your feet and tiptoed your way back to the stairwell.

Your phone loudly chimed. The noise echoed throughout the empty building. It was a text message from your coworker asking where you went. You had forgotten to turn your phone on silent.

Almost instantaneously, the monster started roaring from the floor beneath you. You barely caught a glimpse of it before running up the stairs again until you reached the top floor. Exiting the stairway, you ran through the hallways until you reached a dead end.

Back pressed up against the wall, you watched in horror as the monster let out a sharp laugh as it approached you. There was blood dripping out of the mouths of all three heads. You didn’t want to think about where it came from. With no other options left, you weakly held your arms up in front of your face and squeezed your eyes shut with a whimper.

Suddenly, there was an angry shout and a loud splat.

You felt some sort of liquid splash all over you. Lowering your arms, an unexpected sight greeted you. It was the body of the monster all chopped up into pieces. You realized you were covered in its blood.

Behind the monster’s corpse stood Nanami. He had a covered blade in his hand that was also stained with the creature’s purple blood.

“N-Nanami?” you whispered hoarsely.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Did he take down that monster? With a sword?

Nanami wiped the blood off his weapon, putting it away in its holster. He approached you as you shuddered violently, still in shock.

“Are you hurt?” he asked gently.

You shook your head no, wrapping your arms around yourself.

He kneeled down in front of you, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the droplets of blood from your face.

“What was that thing?” you whispered.

Nanami sighed, twisting the handkerchief in his hands once your face was relatively clean.

“A curse.”

You gave him a confused look.

“It’s a long explanation.”

“Yo!”

You flinched as Gojo suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the hallway. You instinctively grabbed onto Nanami’s arm in fear. He glared at the blindfolded sorcerer in anger for startling you.

“Oh, you’re already done here? I thought I’d check up on you two to make sure everything’s okay.”

First, your boss had threatened you with a knife. Then, a giant monster, no, curse appeared and attacked both of you. Nanami killed said curse. And now Gojo had appeared out of thin air. Your brain was officially broken. You just wanted to go to sleep. Surely this had to be a dream. You would wake up and everything would be normal again.

“We should probably bring her to Shoko just to make sure she’s fine and clean her up,” Gojo said, observing how your eyes were starting to glaze over.

Nanami nodded in agreement. He lightly touched your shoulder, but you hardly reacted. He said your name quietly. Blinking slowly, you finally turned to acknowledge him. “I’m tired,” you mumbled.

“I know,” Nanami said gently. He picked you up in his arms. “You can go to sleep. I’ll keep you safe.” With a sigh of relief, you closed your eyes and surrendered to the darkness.

You woke up in a small room, tucked under the covers in a warm bed. Nanami was silently sitting in a chair next to you. You let out a deep breath and turned towards the man. The rustling of the covers alerted him that you were finally awake.

“Why was the boss with you?” Nanami asked suddenly.

So it wasn't a dream.

“Oh. He was trying to threaten me,” you explained. “I didn’t lose my job because I made a mistake. I found out he was embezzling money. He said the cops were starting to question him, so he accused me of reporting him.”

Nanami clenched his fists in anger. That bastard.

“Is he alive?” you asked.

“No.”

“I figured.”

You quietly observed Nanami. He had taken off his sunglasses and blazer. You admired his wide shoulders and the way his tie was slightly loosened.

“Nanami. What do you actually do?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to tell you.”

You gripped the covers. “Why not?”

“Because,” Nanami sighed. “It’s a dangerous profession. You don’t need to be dragged into this world for no good reason.”

“What do you mean?” You didn’t understand what he was saying. “I do have a reason. It’s you.”

The man didn’t respond.

You sat up in bed suddenly. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll ask Gojo.” You started to climb out of bed, but Nanami stopped you.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll tell you. Sit back down.” He let out of a deep breath, rubbing his face.

You silently listened as Nanami discussed the existence of curses, the theories behind cursed energy, and the role of jujutsu sorcerers. He explained how the school’s true purpose was to train the next generation of sorcerers and act as the main headquarters for all jujutsu-related activities.

You only asked one question. “Why was I able to see that curse?”

“Regular humans can see them in life or death situations.”

“I see.”

Nanami was surprised at your reaction to learning about cursed spirits thus far. He expected you to ask more questions, to be more doubtful, to laugh and call him an idiot, or to scream and accuse him of being crazy. But you did none of those things. You just listened quietly and accepted everything he said as true.

In your heart, you knew there was no reason to doubt Nanami. You were trying to wrap your brain around the existence of curses you couldn’t see, but you didn’t consider that the sorcerer was lying to you for a single second. He wasn’t that kind of person.

Nanami abruptly stood up. “Ijichi will drive you back home.” He started to walk away from you, but you quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Wait, don’t go,” you pleaded, eyes wide. “I haven’t thanked you for saving me yet. Thank you, Nanami.” You didn't want him to leave you. Not yet. You didn't want to be alone.

The sorcerer refused to look at you. “I think it’s best if you kept your distance from Gojo, me, and this school.”

“What?” you breathed. “What are you saying? I-I won’t tell anyone about curses or that you’re a sorcerer if that’s what you’re worried about. I promise.”

“That’s not it. I already told you. This world is dangerous. You should stay away.” He paused. “Stay away from me.”

You flinched, releasing Nanami’s wrist. The sorcerer walked out of the room without another word. You didn’t call out after him.

As Nanami walked away, he knew he made the right decision. There was no reason for you to get involved with the jujutsu world. He wanted you to live a normal life, not one plagued by constant death and despair. He was doing this for you. For your future and your safety.

“It’s alright to be selfish every once in a while.”

Gojo’s words echoed in his mind.

No. This wasn’t about him. It was about you. It wasn’t right for him to drag you into his world. He should be happy. Happy that you would eventually move on and live a long, successful life.

But why did he feel so sad instead?

---

Numerous opened textbooks and notebooks were scattered around you on your bed. You had an upcoming exam at the end of next week and were in the midst of cramming a semester’s worth of information in your head.

There was a knock on the door.

You frowned, carefully getting off the bed and walking over to the door. You weren’t expecting any visitors or a delivery today. Looking through the peephole, you gasped. You clutched your hands against your chest, trying to calm your frantically beating heart.

What was he doing here?

You hadn’t talked to or seen Nanami since your last conversation with him at Jujutsu Tech. And that hadn't ended well. You respected his request to stay away from him and Gojo, making no attempts to contact either of the two sorcerers. Instead, you had thrown yourself into your schoolwork and picked up some extra shifts at the boba shop. The less free time you had to think about your emotions, the better.

But now the man who still weighed heavily on your heart was at your doorstep. You wondered whether or not to pretend you weren’t home, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him away. He had clearly come here for a good reason and you wanted to know why, especially because he was the one that told you to keep your distance from him.

You unlocked the door and opened it slightly.

“Nanami.”

He said your name quietly.

The two of you looked at each other in complete silence. You waited for him to say something, but the man just continued to stand there without a word.

“Umm, well, I have an exam I need to study for, so if you have nothing to say I’m just going to g—”

Nanami suddenly pushed the door open wider, shoving you into your apartment. You stood there in shock as the door slammed shut behind the sorcerer. His unusually aggressive behavior had you baffled.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked sharply. The man told you to leave him alone but then showed up at your apartment and invited himself inside without a word. You couldn’t help but feel a little irritated. “What are you do— mmph!”

Nanami had pushed you against the wall and kissed you.

You froze in surprise for a second before immediately kissing him back fervently.

One of his hands had settled on your waist while the other was pressed against the wall by your head. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed him closer to you, unable to get enough of this man. Nanami eventually left your lips, causing you to groan in frustration before he attacked your neck with wet kisses. You panted heavily, brain suddenly fuzzy as you tried to process that this was actually happening.

“W-what happened to staying away?” you breathed as Nanami sucked on a particularly sensitive spot that left you weak.

“I changed my mind,” he muttered against your skin before continuing to attack your neck.

After Itadori had saved him from Mahito’s domain, Nanami realized he had been given a second chance. He didn’t want to live a life without regret, especially as a sorcerer. So he decided to heed Gojo’s advice for once.

He wanted to be a little selfish.

He wanted you.

Nanami pressed his forehead against yours as he rubbed his hands up and down your soft curves. You breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath as you got lost in his dark gaze.

“Bedroom,” you whispered. Nanami nodded and quickly released you, so you could guide him to your room.

As soon as you entered the bedroom, you inwardly cursed. In the heat of the moment, you had completely forgotten what you had been doing before Nanami arrived. “Uh, sorry, let me clean up real quick.”

What a way to kill the mood!

Nanami didn’t seem to mind. He looked fairly amused as you swiftly closed all the books on your bed and haphazardly tossed them on the ground. Once the bed was finally cleared, you turned around to face Nanami, but he was already one step ahead of you. He gently pushed you on the bed, so you landed on your back as he hovered over you. Your breath caught in your throat as you admired the man in front of you. He was absolutely perfect.

Nanami played with the hem of your shirt. Taking the hint, you sat up a little and swiftly removed your shirt and bra, throwing them in the corner of your room. Nanami let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as you took in your body. You fought the urge to cover yourself, feeling slightly embarrassed at how intensely the man was looking at you.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed as you flushed in response. He reached out with both his hands to start kneading your breasts. You moaned as he began playing with your nipples that were already hard from excitement. Nanami removed his hand from your left breast and replaced it with his mouth. You squirmed underneath him in pleasure as he lapped and sucked on your nipple. Once he was satisfied with his work, the sorcerer switched to your other breast to give it the same treatment. With every flick of his tongue, you could feel electricity run through your body. You only craved his touch more and more.

Nanami started kissing down the valley of your breasts to your stomach. He eventually reached the hem of your shorts. “May I?” he asked.

You nodded, unable to trust your voice at the moment.

As he started tugging down your shorts, you lifted your hips to assist him. The garment was carelessly tossed to the ground. Immediately, Nanami could see how soaked your underwear was with your own arousal. His dick twitched in his pants. The sight of you so wet and eager from his touch alone only heightened his lust for you.

You practically sighed in relief when Nanami removed your underwear, fully exposing yourself to him. The heat from your core was overwhelming. You needed him to touch you and relieve some of that pressure before you lost your mind. A single finger stroked your folds, already slick with arousal. You gasped while Nanami groaned, enjoying how wet you already were for him.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re like this already,” Nanami teased. You panted, trying to grind yourself on his hand for more friction, more pressure, more anything. He chuckled seeing how desperate you were for his touch. The sorcerer finally reached your swollen nub and rubbed it leisurely. You immediately cried out, arching your hips into man’s touch.

“Fuck,” you cursed as pleasure surged throughout your veins. Your eyes were squeezed tight as Nanami continued to play with your clit. You were so distracted by his fingers that you barely registered the hot breath near your entrance. It was only when a wet tongue began to prod into you that you realized what was happening.

With a gasp, your eyes flew upon to see Nanami’s head comfortably settled between your legs as he licked at your cunt without restraint. The sight of him eating you out only stoked the raging fire inside you. You buried one of your hands in Nanami’s hair as he worked diligently to get you off. The way he lapped at your fluids and sucked at your entrance had you moaning and quivering uncontrollably.

“You taste so good,” he groaned against your folds as you barely registered his words.

A familiar pressure was building in your body. As it got stronger and stronger, you couldn’t stop your legs from thrashing about. With a growl, Nanami locked his arms around your legs to keep them as still. It only took a gentle suck to your swollen clit for the tension in your body to finally snap. Mouth opened wide in a silent scream, you writhed around on the bed as you finally reached your peak.

Your mind was completely emptied while white-hot pleasure overtook your entire body. You swore you could see stars behind your eyes. As you rode out the last waves of your orgasm, Nanami eagerly slurped up your release, refusing to let a single drop go to waste.

Once you came down from your high, you released Nanami’s hair and laid back on the bed with a sigh. He removed himself from between your legs. Your fluids still covered his face, and his normally styled hair was a complete mess from your grip. Just the sight of him was enough to cause another spark of desire to flare between your legs. This man was going to be the death of you.

“Holy fuck, Nanami,” you breathed.

“Kento,” he replied, wiping his mouth clean on his sleeve. “Call me Kento.”

You flushed. Saying his first name felt incredibly intimate.

“Kento.”

He grunted with approval and then began to unbutton his shirt. You licked your lips as his broad shoulders and wide chest were finally revealed to you. He was incredibly well-built with defined muscles and abs, but a number of scars littered his body. Some looked quite fresh while others were old and almost completely faded.

This was the body of a jujutsu sorcerer.

You now understood why Nanami warned you that the jujutsu world was unsafe. You couldn’t imagine the suffering behind all those wounds. Perhaps one day he would be willing to share his pain with you, so you could understand his world.

You wanted to rub your hands up and down Nanami’s bare chest, but he moved out of your reach to start fiddling with his belt. Eyes lowering, you swallowed nervously as you stared at the large bulge that greeted you. Nanami slid down his pants and underwear in one go, erect cock finally released from its confines and bobbing in the air slightly.

The sight of him was both mouthwatering and intimidating. You admired the bulging veins and the bits of pre-cum that were already leaking out from the tip. He wasn’t excessively long, but he was incredibly thick. You nervously wondered if you would be able to handle his impressive girth.

You wanted to touch and taste him, but Nanami wasn’t interested. He gently pushed away your eager hands and instead spread open your legs once again. At the moment, he was more concerned about prepping you than chasing after his own pleasure.

He pressed one finger into your entrance, groaning as your walls greedily sucked him inside. You gasped, clenching around him. With how easily you were able to take one finger, Nanami slipped a second into you. It didn’t hurt, but you could feel your cunt stretching around them as they thrust in and out of you. Nanami’s fingers were so thick and long that you already felt so full.

“You’re so tight,” Nanami hissed as you got lost in pleasure once again. He pushed those two fingers in and out of you, occasionally scissoring them to loosen you up. You could hear how wet you were as he continued prepping you to take his cock. Nanami moved his fingers at just the right angle to hit a spot that had you instantly moaning and clenching around him. But he suddenly removed himself from you which had you whining at the sudden loss of contact, feeling empty. However, you stopped complaining as you watched Nanami stroke his dick, spreading your fluids and his pre-cum all over himself.

“Are you on birth control or do I need a con—”

“I’m on birth control,” you cut him off impatiently. “Hurry up. I want you inside me.”

Nanami didn’t keep you waiting much longer. He lined himself at your entrance and slowly began to push in. It wasn’t painful, but you still gasped as your walls stretched to accommodate his girth. The sorcerer immediately cursed when his tip entered you. You were so hot and tight around his cock that it took all his self-restraint not to immediately ram his full length into you. With slow, shallow strokes, you were able to accommodate more and more until his entire cock was buried inside you.

You felt so incredibly full. Your hand gripped the blanket on your bed to anchor yourself as you tried to get used to the sensation of being stuffed with Nanami’s dick. He tried to remain still above you, waiting for your signal. Eventually, you met his gaze and gave a little nod. He sweetly kissed you on the lips before he started to move.

Nanami started at a slow pace afraid to hurt you at first, but he eventually settled into a rhythm that had you moaning his name over and over again. You were so wet that he slid in and out of you effortlessly, rubbing against your walls in a way that had you seeing stars again. You had wrapped your legs against his waist, allowing him to enter you even deeper.

You were almost babbling nonsense at this point, unaware of exactly what you were saying as your mind was just consumed by pleasure. “Fuck. Kento. You’re so big,” you whined. “Faster. Harder. D-don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Nanami adjusted the angle of his thrusts until he finally found the spot that had you gasping and clenching down on him again. He groaned, making sure to continue hitting the same exact spot with strong, fast thrusts at just the right tempo. “You’re so perfect. Looking at you, taking my cock so well,” he growled.

The pressure was building again. Everything was so overwhelming. The lewd, wet noises of your bodies moving together. The way Nanami growled praises of you in your ear. The muscles on his back rippling with exertion underneath your wandering hands. You just needed that one final push.

One of your hands sneaked down to rub your clit, but Nanami pushed it away and pressed his thumb against your swollen nub instead. Just a couple of strokes had you reaching your peak again. You clenched down so hard around Nanami that his hips stuttered, groaning loudly in your ear. You were completely consumed by wave after wave of pleasure. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t hear. You couldn’t see. All you could register was the pure bliss that racked your entire body, leaving you gasping and shuddering.

Nanami continued to fuck you through your orgasm, ramming his cock into you over and over again. His thrusts had become more frantic and uneven, chasing his own climax after you started to come down from yours.

“Where should I cum?” he groaned with gritted teeth.

You wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down closer to you.

“Cum inside me,” you panted against his ear.

He groaned. You were perfect. Absolutely perfect.

With a couple of more thrusts, Nanami completely buried himself inside you when he flooded your cunt with his cum. He remained inside for several more moments to catch his breath before finally removing himself from you. You slightly winced as his cock brushed past your sensitive walls. Nanami couldn’t help but admire the way his cum slowly dribbled out of you.

He laid down next to you as you both began to calm down. No words were needed between the two of you. The silence was comfortable as you cuddled against his chest. Nanami rubbed your back absentmindedly as you hummed in delight.

Eventually, the two of you got out of bed and cleaned up. The textbooks and notebooks haphazardly thrown on your floor were ignored for the rest of the day. You thought you deserved a break anyways. The two of you ate dinner together, cuddled on the couch while watching a movie, and went at it again for another round before settling down to go to sleep.

You were passed out next to Nanami, completely worn out from the day’s activities and normal sleep deprivation you had as a student. Your heavy breathing was the only sound in the tiny apartment. It strangely calmed Nanami just listening to you. He turned towards you and stroked your hair affectionately.

A part of Nanami still worried if he had made the right choice with you. He was still concerned about your safety and well-being. Would he only bring you more grief if you constantly agonized over his dangerous missions as a jujutsu sorcerer?

He let out a quiet sigh. He knew he would have regretted it if he continued to push you away. And if he was going to be a sorcerer, he wanted to be a sorcerer with no regrets.

Nanami only hoped that he would never cause you any pain and anguish because of his profession. It was rare for sorcerers and non-sorcerers to find happiness as a couple. But perhaps the two of you would be an exception.

He prayed the two of you would be an exception.

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“Welcome! How may I help y—oh!” You blinked in surprise as three individuals walked into the small boba shop.

Gojo waved at you with an easy grin. Nanami stood next to him as handsome and stoic as ever, but there was a new face behind them. He looked like a high schooler.

The blindfolded teacher wrapped his arms around the boy’s shoulder and pointed at him. “Meet Yuji Itadori! One of our first-year students!”

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you,” you said introducing yourself.

The boy tilted his head, looking at you curiously. “How do you know Gojo-sensei and Nanamin?”

Nanamin?

You chuckled at the cute nickname.

“I told you to stop calling me that, Itadori,” Nanami replied, clearly bothered.

“Well, I’m…” you hesitated. You didn’t know what to say. A friend? An ex-coworker? A normal person who couldn't see curses but knew about their existence?

“She’s Nanami’s girlfriend!” Gojo exclaimed to your horror. You immediately flushed and looked to Nanami for him to clarify, but he didn’t react. He glared at the blindfolded sorcerer as per usual but didn’t refute the statement. Your eyes widened in realization.

“Uh, y-yeah,” you stammered. “I guess I am.”

“Nanamin has a girlfriend!?” Itadori gasped. He had even more respect for his mentor now.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Nanami growled much to your amusement.

You took their orders and began to prepare the drinks. Nanami and Idatori were talking in the corner while Gojo hung out at the counter near you. You had just finished sealing the drinks when the teacher explained something to you.

“Oh, by the way, Yuji is supposed to be dead so be sure to not mention his existence to anyone else.”

You almost dropped the drink you were holding. “Um, okay.” You thought it was better not to ask questions.

Gojo thanked you as he took his drink from your hand and grabbed a straw for himself. “Yo! Nanami! Yuji! Grab your drinks and let’s head out!”

Itadori followed Gojo out the door once he had his milk tea, but Nanami stayed behind.

“I meant it.”

“Huh?” you asked, cleaning the counter with a rag.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.”

You blinked, processing his words. A bright smile grew on your face. “Well, according to Gojo, I’m already your girlfriend.”

Nanami let out a rare chuckle and flashed you a small smile. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Goodbye!” You waved as he left the shop.

Your coworker came out of the back room, looking at you suspiciously. “Why are you so smiley?” She looked around the empty shop. “There’s no one here.”

“Oh, no reason," you replied with a hum.

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andysbubba · 3 years ago

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Loving you

Andy Barber x Gender neutral (?) reader

-> the one where you’re tired of andy’s igorance towards himself

Note: Angst diffusing into fluff, the typical andy-kitchen scene i used in my candlelight loving fic— except there’s no smut, ++ feedbacks welcomed as always! and reblogs and likes are more than appreciated <33

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Andy, baby. Will you please take a break?” You exasperatedly sigh when you see Andy still hovering over his desk in his study after the fifth time you told him to take some time to rest.

“I know, I know. Just a little more, honey. I’ll join you in bed in a bit, okay?” He only looked up at you for barely a second to reply before his eyes were back on the stacks of case studies and folders on his desk.

Truth be told, you were completely done with his bullshit.

You huff in frustration, rolling your eyes the slightest bit and muttering to yourself as you distanced yourself from Andy’s home office with full annoyance. “Fucking lawyers.”

Andy’s been fully hung up on work ever since one of his co-workers took a vacation off work just last week. Meaning that his already-extensive workload just got an upgrade. Also meaning that he’d drag his workload home and continue working his ass off in his study. Which really- there’s nothing wrong with your boyfriend being all diligent and assiduous.

But it really doesn’t seem all that glorifying when you’re the one having to deal with all his crap. You could’ve probably list down all the times he put fucking paperwork above you, and the list would probably have been as long as Article 1.

Unbeknownst to you, Andy caught onto what you said right before you left his study. He felt guilty, alright. All he’s done is to be a complete work-addict while you’re out there being the best lover one can ever ask for. And all he wants to do is to chase after you and apologize and stay in bed and order in pizza with you. But the never ending workload on his desk was the one thing keeping him away from having you all snug in his chest.

He shakes his head, eyes glancing back down at his work. He was beyond exhausted, the pot of coffee you made him and the hope that the earlier he wraps his work up, the earlier he can shower you with all the love you deserved, was his only motivation to keep reading though the files and trying to get as much work done.

You groggily rubbed your eyes as you tried to feel around the sheets for Andy. And honestly? You weren’t even surprised that he wasn’t there. It was 7 in the morning, and it was too early for Andy to be up if he actually went to sleep last night. You could only assume that he never even went to bed, no matter how much you wished otherwise.

You head out to his study, the door’s still opened as it was yesterday and the faint noise of keyboard clicking tells you that Andy’s still working inside.

“Babe?” You knocked on the wooden door, trying to get his attention.

Andy’s hunched in his seat, eyes switching between his laptop and the files from time to time as he typed. He glances up at you, just a little surprised.

“Did you get some sleep, honey?” You asked, even though you knew you’d only receive the answer you dreaded so much.

He glances at the digital clock on the wall, only realising that it’s been 6 hours since you last came in to check on him. He scratches the back of his neck as he shook his head and mentally cursed himself. “I—”

He considered lying, but he already felt as bad for leaving you to sleep alone the whole night and breaking his promise on joining you in bed. And knowing you, you’d probably see right through his lies anyway.

You sigh, shaking your head and disappointedly rubbing your face. “I swear to god, Andrew—” You turned away before you could allow yourself to get even more pissed at him. Which most probably would’ve been impossible.

Caffeine. God— caffeine sounds fucking amazing right now.

Andy’s beyond guilty. So much more than what he felt yesterday. And his heart burns when he sees you so disappointed and pissed at him. The kind of pain where it feels like it’s being crushed and squashed.

He didn’t even realise that he went a whole night of work without sleep. Nor did he realise the time. Or that he forgot to keep his promise to join you in bed. Or the fact that he never paid attention to you for more than 5 minutes in the last 10 hours. Or that he didn’t join you for dinner. Or— okay, the list is long alright. And Andy knows he’s hurt you- the one person who’s patient enough to deal with him and the one person he loves above anything else in the goddamn world.

He ditched his laptop and stood up. Stretching his legs and working out the kinks in his muscles.

Andy trailed behind your footsteps, leaving his study for the first time in almost a day. It really took you to be angry at him just to get him out of the study. Andy knows his sorry isn’t enough. And you truly deserved every right to be pissed at him.

You were sorting your morning tea out when he came into the kitchen. Andy couldn’t help but smile fondly at you- or rather, your back really. For goodness sake, Andy’s head over heels in love with you. With every inch of you from head to toe. It is truly indescribable.

He steps up behind you, arms wrapping around your shoulders, and his chin resting on the tiny area joining your shoulder and your neck.

“Hi, baby,” He pressed a soft kiss on where his chin was before.

He wasn’t surprised that you stayed silent and continued doing your own thing. He knows damn well he deserves the silent treatment, alright.

“Honey,” He trails off as his thumbs rubbed circles on both sides of your shoulder. “Talk to me please, baby.”

You let out a heavy sigh, unwilling to turn and look at him, but you knew stirring tea wasn’t enough to occupy the next 3 minutes of your life, let alone the next few hours.

Andy turns you around by your shoulders, one hand shifting your mug to the side so he doesn’t accidentally mess up more and end up spilling hot tea all over you. He picks you up by your sides and sets you down softly on the counter.

His head was around your chest level now. As much as Andy wanted to bury his head in your chest and stay there forever, he knows he has to say something because you definitely won’t say it first. He takes your hands in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing your knuckles, his pretty blue eyes staring up at you the whole time.

One look and you know he’s sorry. His watery eyes bring you to that conclusion.

“I’m sorry, honey.” He sighs, guiltily holding your palm up to the side of his face. “I know I hurt you. I was just so focused on the case that I didn’t even realise I hurt you, baby. You deserve all the right to be mad at me and ignore me and- fuck. I really messed up, Y/n.”

Andy shakes his head, “I just thought that if I wrapped up all my work, I’d have more time with you.” He chuckles humourlessly. “I know what I did was wrong, baby. You gave me more than enough chances yesterday but I messed up every one and I left you.”

He glances into your eyes desperately, his hand gripping onto your palm on his cheek tightly. You know it’s a silent plea for you to respond and do that thing he loves about your touch.

You find yourself surrendering to his silent plea, and your thumb brushed the side of his face. Soft and repeatedly. The comfort it brought Andy was beyond words. He leaned into your palm, seeking more of your touch.

“You’ve been nothing but understanding and caring and I just kept on taking advantage of that.” Andy was grateful he had someone as amazing as you. “ I’m so sorry I hurt you, honey. I know I j- just completely left you alone— and shit, you don’t deserve that, my love.” The crack in his voice broke your resolve.

You breathed deeply, bringing your other palm up to the other side of his face. “Baby, you really don’t get it, do you?” You paused, searching his eyes before realising that Andy didn’t truly understand why you were upset in the first place. “Andy, everytime I came up to check on you— that was for you. I wanted you to get some rest, honey. You looked exhausted every single time I came in, and I hated that you just ignored your own health.”

“You skipped dinner, bub.” Your hands shifts down to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. “All this overworking and sleepless nights— I just wish you’d take care of yourself more, Andy.”

Andy sighs, hands shifting down to your hips and he leans in, burying his head in the middle of your chest.

You felt his lips moving against your his shirt as he murmured. “I know, ‘m sorry.” Andy inhaled deeply, your natural, comforting scent piercing through his nose. “I missed you, bubba,”

You run a hand through his hair. “I missed you too, love.” You lean down and kissed the top of his head. “You wanna go wash up or get some rest while I heat up yesterday’s dinner?”

“Wanna stay just like this.” He mumbled into the fabric of your his shirt.

You laughed heartily, “Go nap on the couch, Barbie.” He pulls away from your chest. “Or at least, please go brush your teeth. I’ll fix up somethin’ for you.”

“And sleep with me after?” He arched a brow, and you took the time to scan over Andy’s face. He looks so fucking exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes and the barely noticeable strands of gray hair among the luscious black is a simple message that he was stressed. And god, you wanted nothing more than to take care of him and make sure he’s all healthy and— lord.

“Anything you want, baby. As long as you don’t step foot in the study till tomorrow afternoon.” You pressed your forehead against his, lips touching into an easy kiss.

You were both exhausted— Andy with his lack of sleep and you having to worry over him almost every 45 minutes. You both needed the rest. And some time together where it’s just the two of you and no one else exists.

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arrogantsonofabiscuit · 3 years ago

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Arguing with their s/o and how do they sleep after the argument

A/n:- help me with the fic names someone 😓🥲.

Genre :- angst—> fluff, mentions of pet names!

Feat:- Kuroo , Sakusa , Oikawa, Kita

Sakusa Kiyoomi:-

So basically you and him had gone on a date in a very neat and clean café according to you since you knew Kiyoomi’s germaphobe nature. And what was the best part was the fact that the café was in a secluded corner of the city so you thought why not right? Nothing could go wrong ……..right?

Nuhuh honey. This is how the date went down in your diary!

So the weather seemed very pleasant it seemed like the clouds did not know rain okay? So why the hell did the clouds understand the concept of rain and now it was cloudy! Like why now? Couldn’t you rain later? But no the luck is rarely with you lol.

So now you sit on the cold chair in the café with soaking wet pants, you were cursing under your breath and could feel the cold air of the aircon hit your back. Great just great!

Sakusa approaches the quite corner of the café and watches your wet and dirtied form shivering under the cold weather.

He looked agitated and looked away and asked you to take a bath as soon as you guys leave the café.

As soon as you enter the doorway of your apartment still soaking wet and feeling very cold , you hear Sakusa mumble something . “Why did you forget your umbrella?”

“I did not know that it would rain, even the weather report did not mention about it whatsoever!”

He looks at you with a disgusted face which screamed “You are so dirty , go clean yourself”

You quickly rush to your bathroom and take a quick shower , Sakusa enters the bedroom and watches your dirty clothes lying on the ground which was your first mistake dear grave mistake.

So now you are here sleeping in your huge bed with backs facing each other. Great y/n just great.

Its 2:11 am at night where you are at one edge of the bed looking at the ceiling and observing the various cracks it has. Am I the only one who does this and literally counts them ?

He was on the other corner of the bed with his eyes wide open as he couldn’t sleep for a second Bruh if you are suffering just make up already!

You quietly shift to his side of the bed and wrap your arm around his waist, this caused him to whip his head towards your direction but his gaze seemed soft on your features . The way you pouted and looked at him with* those * puppy dog eyes he melted right there.

He gently wraps his arm around you and nuzzles his head on your neck . You rest your head on his chest and inhale the smell of fresh laundry and well him!

You guys forgot about the argument you had about him calling you dirty and disgusting which made you angry at him as well as sad. Here you are in each others embrace and dose off quietly with soft snores filled in the room.

Oikawa Tooru:-

Okay so hear me out , this guy is a huge tease that’s the way he is. Yohoo.

Arguments with him generally were either he pouted or whined for your attention.

Then how come now that you guys have fought long ago still not talking to each other?

So the reason why you had the argument was because of the fact that you are short and you couldn’t reach the bookshelf to grab the reference book you needed for studying.

“Tooru, would you please give me the book on the top shelf?”

“No ✨”this mf straight up said no

And you were like “huh”?

You were already having a rough day and this made you mad.

So you asked a guy sitting near the window of the library, he simply nodded and handed you the book smiling .

Let me tell you Oiks is a very territorial guy so he was more than pissed at you .

Now you are here in your shared apartment in the same bedroom on the same bed as him , but not facing each other.

You were pouty and so was he, but somehow you always made him feel the warmth he couldn’t get since he was always so busy with his volleyball , dealing with the fan girls , studying and what not, but at the end of the day you were the source of light to help him keep going.

And now finally he whines which causes you to jolt out of the fluffy bed. “What? Did you have a nightmare?” you ask with a concerned look on your face.

He then pats your shoulder and makes you fall on the bed with him and then he gently wraps his arm around your torso and nuzzles into your neck. You kiss the crown of his head and sleep as he hums on your neck which lulled you to sleep . The argument long forgotten.

Kita Shinsuke:-

This guy right here is the whole damn meal and I meant every single word here .

So argument with this whole damn meal guy is impossible right? Like how humanly possible it could be?

How can you argue with this daddy material I mean guy?

Anyways so the reason was that you are clumsy I mean who isn’t a klutz?

He told you to be careful since you were walking recklessly on the wet road because of the rain which had poured half and hour ago.

You legit slipped on the pavement since the water somehow caused you to lose your balance and you just fell which almost keyword almost exposed your underwear.

You apologised on the way home but he seemed to get angry since you did not listen to him.

You then told him that you don’t constantly liked been told what to do? Are you her dad? Kita-san ore no oto-san desuka?

That made him more angry , angry but with the most robotic face like how is it humanly possible ?

Anyways so here you are on your bed reading some stories whereas he was also on the bed but not facing you whatsoever.

It continued till midnight, and you couldn’t get a blink of sleep.

So you quickly glanced at your bicolored haired boyfriend , who seemed to be stiff on his side of bed.

You placed your head on his firm chest and saw him immediately melting in your soft touches.

A warm smile crept on his face as you mumbled apologies against his chest. He apologised too for being too demanding on you.

The room was filled with small snores and legs tangled with each other under those fluffy blankets.

Kuroo Tetsurou:-

Sir your hand in marriage please.🤲

Neways we all know the great provocation king himself if a mfing tease just like our ol’ oiks

But do you know your limits?

Sometimes he does sometimes he does not.

So now you are upset with him since he made you feel inferior and dumb . That was not the only problem , he called you dumb right in front of his teammates! Way to go Kuroo!

Maths is always a difficult subject calculating shit or what not . You can clearly see the love I have for this subject lol.

The problem was not that difficult you only had to convert your answer to the required unit, which you couldn’t , so its not wrong asking the Smart guy right? The smart guy who is your boyfriend?! Right?

And now cue the song “hello darkness my old friend…” ahem~

You enter the cafeteria with the math book in your hand searching for your boyfriend, it was not difficult to spot him with his hair in all glory.

You nudge his shirt and he smiles and replies “What’s wrong?” you explain him that you can’t seem to get the right answer and its not making any sense.

He takes your book and reads the question. He simply chuckles and replies ”Obviously you can’t find the right answer because you forgot to convert it ! Kitten .” You write down the converted answer but still it did not seem to be right. “Kuroo, I still can’t get it right. Why is it so difficult?”

Yaku and Kai were worried since they knew you weren’t that great in math but they knew that your beloved is gonna tease you for your silly mistake.

He laughs and tells you” You have to divide it not multiply , dummy!”

You pout and hide your flush face since his few teammates laughed at your silly mistake .

So now here you are in your shared apartment doing your homework religiously and not even sparing a glance at your tall boyfriend.

Kuroo was worried because you weren’t looking at him at all nor were asking him any doubts.

You heard Kuroo click his tongue in irritation and he then leaves the room. You complete your homework and head to bed.

After midnight where both you couldn’t spear a single nap, turned to face each other and that’s when you saw kuroo looking at you with pleading eyes.

“I will forgive you only if you promise me that you won’t do it again and rather help me with it. Do you promise?”

“Yes kitten I do , also could I get some cuddles ? ” he asks sheepishly .

“You don’t need permission for that, here..”you open your arms and allow him to hug you tightly and nuzzle his head on your chest with legs tangled. (cute)

You aced the test!

Thanks for reading! Reblogs are highly appreciated <33

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 4 years ago

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College AU Week 1 Day 1 - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia

A/N: Day One of the January AU Writing Challenge is with my man Santiago. This is my first AU story ever and I hope I did okay. Thank you to everyone who reblogs, comments, likes and supports my writing!

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Reader

Warning: 18 + for language

My Masterlist

You keep reserving the good study room in the corner of the library with the windows.

This was going to be your year. The long-awaited final semester of college had finally arrived. While your friends had spent their weekends partying, drinking, and procrastinating, you’d been spending extra hours on your assignments, rising the ranks. The only thing that could make this even better was the coveted study room 3C. It was the stuff of legends.

The room sat upon the third floor of the Benjamin Franklin Library overlooking a gorgeous landscape with large base to ceiling windows always pristine and streak-free. The large mahogany table contains two enormous padded chairs, the fabric soft and lacking the usual itch associated with communal areas. Only one student was allowed to book the study carol each semester, and GPA was a factor. It was your time.

You stand shivering in anticipation outside the library doors for them to open. Mrs. Henry, a thin alabaster woman with wiry golden frames perched on the edge of her hooked nose, unlocks the door. You rush inside the gates. Sprinting to the front desk and eagerly waiting for her to sit herself down in front of the computer and give you an unamused look. “Can I help you?” she drones in a dull tone.

“Yes, I am here to reserve study room 3C,” you smile at her, and she clicks a few keys on her keyboard, sighing loudly before turning back to you, “that room has already been reserved for the semester.”

Your smile drops, and you feel your lungs collapse, “But...but it’s the first day of the semester, how could someone already have claimed it?!” you don’t mean to shout, but you’re pissed. She puts a finger to her lips and hisses at you, and you grimace.

“Priority to that room is always given to veterans first, this semester we have a former Delta Force service member studying here on G.I Bill, he got first dibs, and it would appear he has taken it,” she closes out of the computer and sneers at you. “Maybe he will be willing to share. It says that he will be using it today at 1:00 pm. Until then, I suggest you find someone else to annoy with your frivolity.”

“Fine then, I will be back.” You snap back at her and storm out of the library, running right into a guy coming into the library knocking his hat off his head. He apologizes, and you give a half reply back, bending down to pick up his hat and hand it back to him. When you look up, you freeze, it’s an older guy than your used to seeing around campus from the way his curly locks have begun to fade to grey, but his brown eyes are bright and full of life.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” you stutter out slack-jawed as you both straighten up and you see the way his dark tan arms bulge in his t-shirt.

“That’s okay; you seemed pretty upset. I don’t mean to pry but, are you ok?” His voice is like honey, and you watch the way his lips form the words, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “You still with me?” the playful tone has you snapping your head up and meeting his amused gaze.

“I...I...Uhm, I’m sorry, what did you say?” you are so embarrassed, but he doesn’t mention it.

“I asked, are you okay? You seemed pretty upset.”

“Oh,” you had almost completely forgotten your encounter with the monster librarian, and it all comes swirling back, “no, to be honest.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No, this is something I have to handle on my own. But, I will say running into you has made the whole experience somewhat more pleasant.” He smiles at you then, and you’re temporarily blinded by the white teeth and the way he almost seems to beam.

“Well then, I guess I’ve done my good deed for the day; my name’s Santiago,” he reaches out a hand, and when you connect, you feel a jolt of electricity spark up your arm. He must feel it, too, because he grasps your hand a little tighter before letting go. You tell him your name, and he repeats it back, your almost melting at the way your name rolls off his tongue. “I hope this isn’t too forward of me but, would you maybe wanna get a coffee? The coffee bar just opened, and I would like to keep talking to you.”

You grin and tuck your backpack over your shoulder, nodding. He places his hand over the small of your back, and you feel that same tingle as he leads you inside. It’s the typical college coffee shop filled with large overstuffed chairs, a chess set over in the corner, and little tables for grabbing a quick bite. You both go to the counter, and you try to protest as he reaches for his wallet to pay, but he won’t have any of it. He orders himself an Americano, and you stick to a vanilla latte before sliding onto the worn leather loveseat in the corner.

His denim-clad leg gently brushing against yours sends a tremble over you. He watches you, smiling over the rim of the paper cup, and you smile back. You don’t know how long you both sit there talking about everything. You learn all about his life in the army; his friends turned brothers, his goddaughter, his best friend, and his decision to return to school to study art.

“My buddies never knew, but it’s always been a passion of mine. I own my own security business, and it pays the bills, but I wanted to do something I loved. Probably sounds stupid right?”

“No,” you grasp his hand, holding tight, “I don’t think it’s stupid at all.” He smiles at you and continues to hold your hand rubbing circles onto the back. His phone chimes, and he lets out a soft curse.

“Shit, I promised Frankie I would watch his daughter. I forgot,” he looks up into your eyes, “I would like to see you again. Do you think I could get your number?” You hold a hand out, grinning, and he places his phone in your hands. You type out your name and put a coffee emoji next to it, and hand it back.

“Text me, okay?” he looks at you once before shaking his head and surging forward, placing a kiss on your cheek before nodding. He grabs his bag and rushes towards the door. You bite your lip to suppress the groan at the way his ass hugs in those jeans. He stops about halfway to the door, turning to catch you looking, and winks.

“Are you checking me out?” he teases, and you nod widely, causing him to laugh and quickly leave. A few minutes later, you get a text from an unknown number with only a peach emoji, causing you to burst out laughing. You check the time and grin. It’s nearing one, and you can go check out the thief who stole your coveted spot. You put the cups in the bin and straighten up the pillows before making your way to the third floor.

The sunlight streams through the clean glass and casts an eternal light into the hallway. No one is there yet, so you take the seat across from the room and wait. And wait. And wait. But no one ever comes, and you feel your frustration returning. You’re just about to go downstairs and give the librarian a piece of your mind when Santiago texts you asking you out for dinner. You grin, replying with a yes, and temporarily letting go of your plight.

That’s how it continues for the next month. Between dates with Santiago, texting him, your course work, and stalking out the continuously empty study room. It’s been a busy month. Your phone chimes from your bag, and you smile, making your way up to the third floor for the last time. You’d decided if someone wasn’t using it today, you would be making a formal complaint with the school about them wasting the space on someone that’s never there.

Santi: I miss you. I’m almost done studying. Are you still coming over tonight? ;)

Things had been going very well with Santi, and at this point, you spent more time at his apartment than your own. The sex was mind-blowing, his cooking sublime, and he made you laugh like no one ever had. It might have been a short amount of time, but you were sure you were falling in love with him.

You: I miss you too. However, I did just see you this morning. I will be there tonight.

Santi: I can’t wait. ;)

You grin and tuck your phone away. Turning onto the third floor and pausing as a shadow moves inside the room. Yes! You had finally caught the bastard. But you feel the world slow as you look inside the glass and see your boyfriend smiling into his phone and turning it over, returning to his book. You reach out a trembling hand and knock on the glass.

He looks up, confused for a minute before his beaming smile is back, and he’s getting up to open the door. “Baby? What are you doing here?”

“You...it’s been you this whole time,” his smile droops as he looks confused, “you stole my study room!” He quiets you and pulls you into the room, shutting the door.

“What’s going on?”

“What’s going on?! This was supposed to be my study room this semester! On that day we met, I was angry because someone had reserved it; I’d waited four years for this room, and they had given it away to someone else. And it’s been you this whole time!” You know your overreacting, but the shock is flowing through your veins like ice.

“This is the room you’ve been trying to reserve this whole time? Baby, if I’d known, I would have given it up in a heartbeat.” He moves to collect his things, and you put a hand over his cooling down.

“No, just no stop,” you take a shuddering breath.

“What if we share it?” you look at him, tears pooling in your eyes, “I don’t use it nearly as much as I should, and when we both need it, we can be together.” You let the tears fall, and he smiles, pulling you into his chest, inhaling his spicy cologne.

“You would do that for me?” you murmur through the tears. He mumbles something against your neck, and you pull away with a questioning gaze. “What?”

He looks nervous now and holds you close, looking into your eyes, “I said, I love you. I would do anything for you, baby.”

You lean up and kiss him gently, letting the tears soak your cheeks, before resting your forehead on his own. “I...I love you too.” He smiles down at you.

“Then I think we're both ready for the next big step in our relationship.” you hold in your breath as he reaches for a key on the table and holds it between you. “Will you...will you share this study room with me?”

You burst out with a watery chuckle, and he laughs, smiling. You take the key from his outstretched hand. “I think I’m ready for that.” He holds onto the other end and pulls you in for a kiss. The study room quickly becoming good for more than just studying.

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years ago

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Very Good Friends (Chapter 20)

Catch up here: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15] [Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19]

Reader x Henry Cavill, OC Reader x co-star named Dan

Warning: This tale is for 18+ readers ONLY!!! Mentions of flashbacks: (rape, anal sex, non-con sex, abuse), severe bruising and injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression, humiliation, and some of the good kind of fluff to make us feel better.

Smut (the happy good kind) is here as I promised. In all it’s fluffy, juicy, tantalizing goodness!!! :) :) :)

If ANY of the warnings upset you or make you uncomfortable, DO NOT read below the cut! go find something else to read in this case and if you want to be removed from the taglist for this story, let me know. I won’t be upset, I promise!

If you are okay with reading those things then enjoy the tale below the cut.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. I do not own Henry nor do I have any personal knowledge of him besides what is common knowledge amongst the Cavillary. Any mistakes and typos are mine, story is not beta-tested.

GIF I got from the tumbler search thingy.

You lay there panting wondering how the hell such a well endowed man can fuck both your holes and not make it hurt when your rapist co-star was half his size and it hurt like hell. You lay there on your belly under Henry, panting and pondering this as he throbbed inside you, filling your ass with his seed.

He moans and cups your breast with his massive, sticky hand. “You okay, Kitten? I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked. You roll to your side with him and grind your ass against him, making him wince. “Careful, Love, it’s still sensitive.” he says. “You okay?” he asks again.

You nod and lay there still pondering how he did it. “What’s going on in that noggin of yours? I can see the hamster running on it’s wheel.” he says lazily as he plays with your breast and nuzzles your neck.

“How did you do it without me noticing and it not hurting?” you ask. “You're easily twice the thickness and length he was, and it hurt like hell when he took me in both holes, but you did it and it didn’t hurt at all!” you exclaim.

Henry smiles. “It’s all in the way it’s done, Sweetheart. Regardless of the size of the toy or fingers or dick. The holes need to be well lubed, gently and gradually stretched and she has to be adequately relaxed and distracted so she doesn’t tighten up before you can get in there.” he explains as he peppers you with kisses to distract you as he pulls out. You hiss a little as the head of his dick slips out and he gently massages the hole. “Now how about a nice, cool shower so we can get cleaned up?” he suggests, knowing you will have a busy day getting ready for the red carpet.

You nod and roll off the bed. He does the same and you both head to your respective showers.

As each of you shower, you both ponder the last 24 hours and your future. Henry had decided to take a month off for a vacation and planned to spend it on his boat in Greece. He wondered what your plans were. He wanted you to join him. God! Making love to you for a month on his boat sounded like heaven!

As you showered you realized you had nothing in the books since this was your first film. You remember Henry saying he was heading for a vacation for a month somewhere in southern Europe. Something about his boat there. You wished he would invite you to tag along. God! Fucking him was amazing! You didn’t know a man could make you feel the way he does. You thought it was always going to hurt. You couldn’t let this man go. He has ruined you for dating any man ever again.

Climbing out of your showers, you both wondered how to keep this good thing you had going.

You each dried off and threw on your sweats. Henry came back into your room and sat on your bed you had just made. He watched you move around the room getting things cleaned up and put away in preparation for the onslaught of women who were scheduled to come and do your hair, makeup and nails. He wondered what your gown looked like and sat there with a grin. You paused and looked at him. “What?” you asked, your hands on your hips as you stood in front of him.

He looks at you and chuckles. “Just wondering what your gown for tonight looks like.” he says with an impish grin, glancing over to the garment bag hanging in the closet. You chuckle. “Sorry, Bear, you don’t get to see that till we are ready to leave.” you tease.

He grabs your hips and pulls you between his legs. His hands grab your ass, and you giggle. His hand completely covers each ass cheek. He grins and squeezes them. “So, what are you going to do after tonight?” he asks.

You raise your eyebrow. “Not sure, fuck your brains out in the morning, then head out of here. Haven’t decided where I’m going or what I’m gonna do.” you reply. “Nothing in the works for me at the moment.”

Henry grins. “How about you join me for a month’s vacation, and we can enjoy Greece and my private boat?” he asks with a mischievous grin.

“Ahhh, but the question is, would we ever leave the boat and actually see the sights of Greece? Or would I only see the sights of your boat and your Greek god-like body?” you tease as you walk your index and middle fingers up his chest and flick his nose with them.

He grins, “Well, that will depend on if you’re a good girl or not.” he teases back. “Hmmmm. I’ll have to think on it, Bear. I’ll let you know when we get back here tonight.” you tell him, knowing it will keep him on his toes in anticipation all evening long.

He frowns. “You’re gonna make me wait all night for an answer?” he asks incredulously and smacks your ass hard. “Bad kitty!” he teases in mock offense.

“OW!!!” You squeak and rub your ass. You flick his nose again. “Bad Bear!!! Didn’t your Momma teach you patience, and that all good things come to those who wait!?!”

He growls. “I’ve waited long enough for you, Sweetheart. You said you wanted to be my girl. I don't want to lose you and I want you with me so we can have some proper dates. And get to know each other better!” he growls in your ear as he grabs the back of your head and looks you in the eyes, then kisses you and steals your breath away.

You feel him pull you flush against him and your hands instinctively nestle in his curls. You moan and feel yourself succumbing to his charms. You hear a knock at the door and some women laughing on the other side of it. You pull away. “Just a moment!” you call out. Henry grins and tries to pick up where he left off, but you are struggling to get out of his arms. “Hen, let me go! I gotta let them in so I can get ready!” you hiss in his ear.

Henry looks up at you and pouts. “Can I stay and watch?” he asks. You laugh. “Whatever you want, Hen. But you might get hit on by them.” you warn him. He grins and stands, then heads into his room and grabs the newspaper and comes back into your room pretending to read it as you let the women in. He stands in the doorway leaning against the casing, and looks up from the paper. Lowering it just enough to hide the tent in his sweats.

“Hello Ladies!” he greets them. “Come to doll up this fine actress?” he asks with a teasing smile and raised eyebrow.

The women titter and giggle and nod. He grins. “Mind if I hang out? There’s not much on TV and I’m bored.” he teases. They giggle and nod “Go ahead.” one of the gals says with a wink.

Henry chuckles and heads over to the bed by the wall and plops down on it, making sure to keep the newspaper in front of his crotch and out of their view until the hard-on subsides and calms down.

He has fun being entertained by the women doting on you as they seem to have forgotten about him being there as they become engrossed in playing with your hair and doing your manicures and pedicures.

Henry just spends the morning quietly watching them, when he got up to go get his bottle of rosemary water from the hotel fridge, he startled the girls. “Oh my God! We totally forgot you were still here! I’m SO sorry!!!!” they apologized. Henry just laughs and tells them that it’s okay. He was having fun observing.

He spent some time in his room polishing his shoes and setting out his clothes for tonight. Then he came back in to see how things were going. Since it was getting close to lunch time, he offered to get everyone lunch if they could decide on what they wanted. They told him what they wanted to eat, and he left to go get everyone food.

“Oh my Gosh, Y/n, he’s such a hunk! What was it like working with him?” they ask. You giggle and say he was a perfect gentleman.

“So, what did he do when he found out your costar raped you?” one of the girls asked. “Did he go beat him up?” she inquired. You chuckle. “No, he made sure I got checked at the hospital and helped me recover and looked out for me after that. Like I said, a perfect gentleman.” you relate to them.

They giggle and continue to work on your hair and nails.

“Hey, where did these come from?” one of the gals teases as there’s a very clear bite mark on your neck with two small, red scabs. You blush and just smirk. “Was that from Henry?!?! Are you two really getting’ it?!? What’s he like in bed?!?” they start bombarding you with all kinds of questions.

You just chuckle. “I’m not discussing my sex life or lack thereof with anyone.” You defer. “He’s not attacking you is he?” one of the gals asks, frowning. “No.” you reply. “Henry has been nothing but a perfect gentleman.” You assure them. “Don’t worry about it.” you tell them. “Just cover up the hickeys and bite mark and do your jobs and make me look radiant.” You tell them with a giggle.

They laugh and move on with pampering you and covering up the hickeys and the bite mark with the makeup.show

“Hello Ladies!” he greets them. “Come to doll up this fine actress?” he asks with a teasing smile and raised eyebrow.

The women titter and giggle and nod. He grins. ��Mind if I hang out? There’s not much on TV and I’m bored.” he teases. They giggle and nod “Go ahead.” one of the gals says with a wink.

Henry chuckles and heads over to the bed by the wall and plops down on it, making sure to keep the newspaper in front of his crotch and out of their view until the hard-on subsides and calms down.

He has fun being entertained by the women doting on you as they seem to have forgotten about him being there as they become engrossed in playing with your hair and doing your manicures and pedicures.

“Oh my Gosh, Y/n, he’s such a hunk! What was it like working with him?” they ask. You giggle and say he was a perfect gentleman.

They giggle and continue to work on your hair and nails.

They laugh and move on with pampering you and covering up the hickeys and the bite mark with the makeup.

#henry cavill #very good friends #reader oc #kitten and the Bear #Red Carpet prep #making plans #fluff and smut #pampering #make him wait #getting ready #flirting

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checkurwindow · 4 years ago

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ten ways

Book: Open Heart

Warning: So sweet your dentist would be concerned Rating: General Pairing: Bryce x F!MC Word count: 6500+ Author’s note: I finally wrote something that isn’t angst and oh god is it long. I spent so much time on this so please please consider reblogging and let me know what you thought of it, and maybe check out my masterlist while you’re at it.

There was truly no better way to start off senior year than arriving late to her first class.

In her defense, she had left the house early. For once in her life, she was actually going to be early to school. She was so proud of herself, and was so certain that she had extra time that she allowed herself to stop at a drive-thru and get a drink as a reward to herself. Everything was going according to plan.

That is, until the lady in the car in front of her decided she wasn’t pleased with her order and made the barista redo it; and to make sure he didn’t mess up her order a second time, the barista was extra careful. And extra slow.

She groaned as she watched the time tick pass minute by minute. Just her luck.

She watched the barista hand the drink to the lady in front and breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, the car didn’t move, not a single inch. The drink was already in her hand, but the lady just had to continue to talk with the barista.

She cursed under her breath and banged her head on the steering wheel in frustration. She must’ve been more aggressive than she was expecting, because her horn went off, and loudly at that.

She jumped back in shock at the noise. The lady poked her head out of her car window and immediately began lecturing her on how rude she was being. At least, that’s what she assumed she was saying, she really couldn’t hear her with her windows rolled up. She bit her lip, gave a little wave, and mouthed an apology.

Eventually, the lady finished her rant and left the drive-thru. She got her drink, no longer a reward and more of a consolation, and sped to school.

There weren’t any other students in the parking lot by the time she got there, only a reminder of just how late she was. Shoving all her things back inside her backpack, she locked the door and hurried into the building.

Of course, her first class just had to be with Mr. Anderson. Any other teacher would have just let her tardiness slide, but not him, never him. She opened the door to his classroom, and any conversation that had been going on stopped.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes turned their attention to her, and she wanted to melt into the floor right then and there.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Mr. Anderson addressed her. He narrowed his eyes at the nervous student, leaning against his desk as he sized her up, “if you’re done being a distraction to my class, I’d appreciate it if you would take a seat.

She swallowed roughly and nodded. He went back to lecturing the class on how his classes would be conducted, and she did her best to find a seat as quietly as she could. Instinctively, she made her way over to where her friends were sitting.

Bryce moved his backpack off the desk next to him and quietly whispered, “I saved you a seat.”

She gave him a grateful smile and mouthed back a ‘thanks’.

Sienna leaned forward, “Anderson really wasn’t amused with you, huh?”

“I swear he hates me,” she insisted.

Bryce rolled his eyes, “he doesn’t hate you, Boo.”

“Bryce is right,” she said, “everyone knows he just hates women,” she stressed the last part with exaggerated disgust.

Late-night study sessions had evolved to become code for hanging out at Danny’s house and messing around.

Sienna was dating Danny, so naturally, she had become friends with him and his friends by association. Sienna, Aurora, and her were actually trying to study. Danny and Elijah were discussing the school football team’s chances of winning their next game, and Jackie and Bryce were in the kitchen getting snacks and undoubtedly bickering about something completely irrelevant.

“Okay, Sienna,” Aurora held up a flashcard, “what can you tell me about the defenestration of Prague?”

“Uh, people were thrown out of windows for fun?” She replied, barely having read that chapter of the textbook.

“No- well, actually, I suppose you’re technically not completely wrong.”

She let her body fall back against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. If she had to stay there any longer, she would’ve thrown herself out the window.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to hang out with her friends, it was just that after a long day of school, she wasn’t exactly thrilled to spend more time with the people she had already spent most of the day with.

“Sorry I’m late, I just spent the better part of the last hour trying to explain to a group of freshmen that I won’t be dating or teaching “my ways” to any one of them,” he shuddered dramatically as he walked into the living room where everyone was.

“Ah yes, I almost forgot I was friends with the Bryce Lahela,” she said overdramatically.

He rolled his eyes but decided to amuse her nonetheless, “what can I say, I’m just clearly superior.”

She scoffed but refused to dignify him with any further response. Instead, she closed her eyes and pretended she was back at home under her warm, soft covers.

“I brought you food.”

That caught her attention. Cautiously opening an eye to see if he was telling the truth, she was met with the sight of him holding up a bag of fast food that he must have picked up on his way over. She couldn’t help the growing smile on her face as she sat upright.

“For me?” She asked.

“Of course, Munchkin” he handed the bag over to her, “you skipped lunch to finish up the science project you were behind on and I’m certain you haven’t gotten around to eating anything yet,” he said confidently.

She happily pulled an order of large fries out of the bag, “have I ever told you how amazing you are, Bryce?”

He smiled, “not often enough.”

“Well, you are. So amazing.”

She had just finished the fries and was looking through the back to see what else he had gotten her when Danny called out to her.

“What are your thoughts on Rafael?” He asked.

“Aveiro?”

“Yep.”

She tilted her head, “he’s okay, pretty cute. Why?”

“He told me he likes you, even wanted me to ask if you were single?” Danny said nonchalantly.

Sienna immediately got invested and joined in on the conversation, “she is very single, and I for one think they would be a great couple!”

She could feel her cheeks begin to heat up, and suddenly she found the hardwood floors very interesting, “I don’t know…he actually likes me?”

“That’s what he told me,” Danny replied, “can I give him your number?”

She weighed her options before giving a careless shrug, “Yeah, why not?”

“You and Rafael? I knew this day would come,” Aurora commented.

“Okay, we’ve talked about this long enough. We need to study,” she insisted, pulling out her textbook.

“I’d rather not fail this test,” Bryce agreed.

Everyone begrudgingly went back to their previous activities, and Bryce took that opportunity to fill up the space next to her on the couch. She flipped through pages of her textbook before coming to a stop. She passed the textbook to Bryce and pointed to a large picture on the page.

“This one’s my favourite,” she said.

“Wanderer above the Sea of Fog,” he read, “you’re a fan of Caspar David Friedrich?”

She shrugged, “I guess I’m just a fan of the Romantic moment in general. Everything was so creative and beautiful. I just think it’s crazy how this painting holds so much emotion.”

Bryce frowned, looked at the painting, then back at her, “it certainly is romantic.”

She gave the painting one last look before she began flipping through the pages of the textbook again. Bryce watched her curiously as she read over the vocabulary words for that week. After a while, he decided to say what was on his mind.

“So,” he broke the silence, “you and Rafael, huh?”

“Yeah,” suddenly, the furry carpet on the floor looked beyond interesting, “I used to have a crush on him in middle school, remember?”

His mouth broke out into a smile, “Sienna and I used to tease you about it all the time! No wonder you’re so bad at chemistry,” he joked.

“I happen to be pretty extraordinary at chemistry, thank you very much.”

“Hm, I think that botched experiment that nearly killed Mrs. Durnam tells a very different story,” he said, and she playfully punched his arm.

“She’s still alive, isn’t he? Plus, you were the one who didn’t make me double-check!”

He had an amused look on his face, “keep telling that to yourself, babe.”

He was tired, the sheets were too hot. It had been a long day, his body was exhausted. The air in his bedroom was too cold, his mind was tired, too. If he would just close his eyes and stop thinking, he’d be asleep in mere minutes. Now the sheets were hot again, so he kicked them off. Then the air was too cold, so he pulled the sheets over him again. Not thinking ironically proved to be harder than perceived. Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how fooli- damn it, Sophocles, damn your terribly beautiful words.

Bryce threw the covers onto the other side of the bed and sat up. He wasn’t going to get much sleep that night no matter how hard he tried, anyway, no need to lie to himself. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, if there even had been any sleep in the first place.

There was no doubt that he was tired both mentally and physically. But emotionally? His heart was eternally restless when it came that. He crossed his room and sat down at the expensive wooden desk, fully accepting that getting any rest that night was no longer a viable option.

The bright light from his computer was a harsh contrast to the darkness of the room, but his eyes adjusted soon enough. Bryce didn’t even know what he was doing on his computer in the middle of the night.

But his subconscious knew. His fingers opened up the application and started scrolling. No, no, yes. God, no. yes, definitely, perfect. And that went on for an hour or so, though Bryce wasn’t exactly keeping track of time. He’d be near-dead at sunrise, but he wasn’t going to get any sleep until he finished.

When he actually did finish, he smiled contentedly to himself. A wave of calmness washed over him, and before he knew it, he was face down and lost in his dreams asleep.

He looked terrible the next morning. Well, as terrible as Bryce Lahela could look. He still dressed as great as always, even styling his hair with a little more volume than usual. He was still sharp as ever in class, but anyone who really knew him could tell that he was a total mess.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked during lunch in Mr. Jericho’s classroom (He had been kind enough to let a bunch of teenagers spend lunch in his class; the cafeteria just wasn't cool enough for them).

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.”

She cocked her head to one side, “no you aren’t, spill.”

“Don’t worry about me. I actually have a little something for you,” Bryce fished his phone out of his pocket.

“You have something for me?”

“Sending it now. Aaaand…...check your phone!”

She raised an eyebrow and cautiously unlocked her phone to look at the text he had sent to her.

“Sophocles and Serotonin,” she read off her phone, “ what is this?”

“I made you a playlist of songs that I thought you’d like.”

“Seriously?” A smile emerged on her lips, and Bryce couldn’t help himself but to reflect it, “When did you even have the time for this?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, “I happened to have free time last night.”

“With Mr. Anderson's early deadlines? I smell a steaming hot pile of bullshit, Lahela,” She looked up at him, a teasing lilt prominent in her tone, “I appreciate the playlist even more now that I know you took the time out of your night to make it. Thank you, Bryce.”

She leaned forward on the desk she was seated on and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He froze like a deer in headlights, and if she noticed, she definitely didn’t say anything. He compiled himself back together before she could notice that his usual smirk wasn’t as smug as it usually was, and leaned back against the desk behind him in an attempt to look cool.

“So, what’re you doing after school?” He asked in his best casual voice.

“Rafael and I are going to see a movie.”

“That’s actually still a thing?”

She shot him a look that made him raise his hands up in surrender, “Yes, it’s still a thing. He’s a good guy, I really like him.”

“But is he good enough for you?” He crossed his arms, eyes not leaving hers. It wasn’t that Bryce didn’t like Rafael. Rafael was great, but no guy would ever be good enough for his best friend.

“He is,” She said with an eye roll, “why do you care anyway?”

“Just looking out for you, Sweetheart.”

“I can take care of myself perfectly fine, Scout.”

His eyebrows shot up his forehead, an impressed look across his face, “trust me, I know.”

Summer felt like an eternity ago, when in reality, it had been less than two months ago The yellow-orange leaves and updated Starbucks menu was enough to convince anyone that it was already October.

It took a lot of sweet-talking and a tiny bit of bribery to convince Bryce to attend the Homecoming football game, but with Sienna’s assistance, she eventually got him to cave. She wanted him there, but more importantly, she wanted him to give her a ride there.

Of course, she could have taken her own car, but she would much rather not waste her own gas when she could take advantage of his instead. It wasn’t like it mattered to him, his parents paid for his car, insurance, and gas anyway. Plus, the seat warming function in his cushy Mercedes Benz was a huge incentive.

She spent most of the ride over to the stadium raving over the seat warmers, and he spent most of the ride making fun of how obsessed she was with said seat warmer. Eventually, they parked outside and paid for the entrance fees.

“It’s kinda co-” before she could even finish her sentence remarking the cold weather, Bryce handed her a comfy looking (and feeling) sweatshirt. She looked down at the maroon sweatshirt, then back at him, her mouth slightly ajar, “You brought an extra sweatshirt for me? I didn’t even ask.”

“You didn’t need to,” he shrugged.

She put on the sweatshirt and stared at him with wide eyes. Bryce glanced at her, bit the inside of his lip, then shook his head, “Don’t go thinking I care about you or anything now, Lovey. I couldn’t have you taking the sweatshirt I’m wearing, then I’d freeze up.

She looked up at him with a smug grin on her face that made him regret bringing her the sweatshirt in the first place, “Yeah? Is that really all it was?”

“Yes, that’s all, Sunshine,” he did his best to act all annoyed by her questioning, but instead found it endearing in the end.

It took him a moment, but eventually, he came up with a half-decent excuse, “besides, you know my grandma would kill me if she knew I let you freeze. I swear, sometimes it seems like she loves you more than she loves me.”

“That’s because she does,” she pointed it out like it was the only possibility, “can you blame her? I’m funny and adorable. You’re just a grumpy old man that I had to drag to this game.”

“That’s it. Take the sweatshirt off, I hope you freeze,” he said with the dirtiest look he could muster and she had the audacity to throw her head back and laugh.

She reached into her bag, and after digging around, she pulled a five-dollar bill out of her wallet. Thrusting the money into Bryce’s hand and pushing him in the direction of the concession stand, “here, go get some popcorn for us. Maybe then you won’t be so irritable once you get some food in you, I’ll find us some good seats.’

Bryce grumbled something about “you’re irritable” but nonetheless ventured off towards the concession stand.

She climbed the steps up the stadium and immediately found Sienna and Danny sitting in the student section, all decked out in their school colours and face paint. Sienna greeted her with a warm hug.

Pulling back, Sienna took note of what she was wearing, “is that Bryce’s?”

She looked down at the Stanford sweatshirt she had wrapped around herself, “Oh yes, it’s pretty comfortable, actually.”

Sienna pursed her lips and mulled over the new information, “What’s going on between the two of you?”

“What do you mean? We’re friends,” she shrugged.

“And Bryce knows that?” She paused, “Do you know that?”

She narrowed her eyes at Sienna, “Yes, of course I know that. I’m dating Rafael now, okay? Bryce and I have always just been friends, and that's all we’ll ever be.” Sienna nodded her head, “Okay, okay. If you say so, I believe you. I just don’t want anyone to get hurt, I care about both of you.”

“There aren’t any feelings between Bryce and I, don’t worry,” she said, but those words didn’t leave her mind for the rest of the night.

Bryce had spent a significant amount of the week dreaming about the coffee and cookie dough ice cream that was waiting for him in the freezer.

It was his favourite flavour, and there was just enough left in the carton for one last bowl of that sweet sweet goodness of a food. He had promised himself that he wouldn’t eat the last of it until he really deserved to. After spending his afternoon being productive and studying for the test he had tomorrow, he decided that he finally earned that delectable bowl of unhealthy but utterly delicious caramel-colored ice cream.

He made his way down to the kitchen, humming an upbeat tune and sliding across the smooth marble floor in his most comfortable pair of socks. Bryce had made it all the way to the freezer, barely moments away from the compartment holding his currently most prized possession when a hasty knock at the front door stopped him in his tracks.

He paused. He was oh so close to getting to his ice cream; maybe it was just a delivery? He debated answering the door or ignoring it and getting the ice cream first. He was starting to lean towards just going for his bowl of ice cream when there was a knock at the door again. With a scowl on his face, he abandoned the freezer and any hope for happiness he had left and made his way to the front door.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” He said in surprise when he saw who was standing at her doorstep.

“I didn’t know who else to go to. Sienna’s out with Danny, and Aurora and Jackie aren’t good in situations like this,” she spoke quietly and sniffled in between sentences, trying not to let any more tears fall down her cheek, “sorry, I just-”

He interrupted her by pulling her into the darkening sky and into his house and arms. She melted into his touch and gripped his shirt tightly as she hugged him back.

“What happened?” he asked softly, rubbing circles into her back with his thumbs.

“Rafael and I broke up.”

Bryce sighed softly and rested his chin on her head. He bit his lip and weighed the options in front of him, before he came to a reluctant conclusion. He pulled away just enough so that he could look her in her teary bloodshot eyes.

“I think this is the part where we break out the ice cream.”

She offered him a slightly trembling smile, “ice cream couldn’t hurt.”

He led her to the kitchen and began digging through the freezer while she hopped onto the counter beside him. He hid a frown from her while in the process of pulling the nearly empty carton of coffee and cookie dough ice cream out of the freezer.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” Bryce asked, retrieving a bowl from one of the cabinets.

“It wasn’t even a bad break up,” Despite her words, she still wiped at her tears using the sleeves of her shirt, “we mutually agreed that it was best for both of us.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded, “he’s just...not the one, I guess.”

Bryce felt something twist and turn in his stomach, and he knew it wasn’t right to be happy when his friend was so miserable, but he was anyway. He did his best to hide the smile that wanted to form at the corners of his mouth, “I’m sorry, Cupcake.”

She laughed, “Cupcake?”

He rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face remained, “I’m trying something new, okay? Running out of nicknames.”

She couldn’t help but match his infectious smile, “you’re not gonna have any ice cream?” she asked as he passed her the bowl.

“Nah, not in the mood for it,” he lied.

“Did you get enough sleep last night, Hon?” She was already in mid-yawn when he had asked the question.

She held a hand over her mouth and nodded, “yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“You look terrible.”

She scowled at him, “wow, just what a girl wants to hear. Anyone ever tell you you’re one hell of a charmer, Lahela?”

“You’d be surprised, actually,” he gave her a teasing smile, “so who’s the cause for your sleepless night?”

“Napoleon Bonaparte.” She made an emphasis on the textbook in her hands, “Why’d I ever let you convince me to take an AP class with you?”

“Because you so desperately enjoy spending time with me?”

“Nah, that’s not it.”

“Ouch,” Bryce held a hand over his heart, “you really stayed up late studying for the quiz?”

“Some people have to study, okay? Not everyone is as gifted as Bryce flippin’ Lahela.”

“Flippin’? Really?” He stifled a laugh.

“We’re at school, gotta keep it PG,” she shrugged, “so yeah, I stay up and study sometimes. High schoolers aren’t supposed to get a normal amount of sleep, it’s not a big deal.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes I worry about you.”

She tilted her head to the side and gave him a small smile, “you don’t need to worry about me, Bry.”

“Believe me, if I could just shut it off, I would. Look, I’ll make you a stack of flashcards next time so you can get more sleep.”

She was about to say something in response when her phone rang in her pocket, “I should get this.”

She went out into the hallway to answer the call, and Bryce turned back to his lunch, not even bothering to hide his growing smile.

“Bryce.”

He jumped at the sound of a voice and turned to see Sienna sitting at the desk across from him. Had she been listening to them the whole time? He had completely forgotten she was there; a fact he certainly wasn’t about to share with her.

“Yes, Sienna?”

“Do you have a crush on her?”

Bryce blinked a few times, certain that he hadn’t heard Sienna right, “Excuse me?

Sienna rolled her eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “You heard me right. I’m not blind, Bryce. I see the way you look at her when you think no one is focusing. Do you have a crush on her?”

“That’s ridiculous, where’d you even get the idea from?”” He made a face like he was disgusted by the very thought of it.

“Oh, I dunno, you just do whatever it takes to make her happy. Not to mention that you have a different pet name for her every time I see you two, seems pretty affectionate to me, Bryce.” She did always have a talent for laying out the facts.

“We’ve been friends since before I could remember, of course I care about her. And so what if I have a nickname for her? It doesn’t mean anything.”

“It’s not like you have a nickname for anyone else.”

“I call you...Si...all the time,” he paused to rethink what he just said, “I have a nickname for everyone.”

“We both know that’s a load of B.S, are you really telling me that you don’t like her?”

“I don’t like her,” and it wasn’t an exact lie, because the feelings he had for her had progressed far beyond liking.

“There’s nothing people appreciate more than a hand-made gift, right?” She said and pulled out a ball of azure coloured yarn.

Bryce crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against a wall, “Sure, except maybe a nice Rolex or a new car.”

She gave him a look, “I don’t know what it is about me that makes you think I can afford a Rolex or a new car. I’m an unemployed high school student, my only income comes in the form of birthday cards from my grandparents.”

“Well, I’m sure Sienna will love the scarf you make for her.”

“Yeah, how hard could it be?” She muttered and stared blankly at the mess of strings in her lap.

His eyes widened a little, “Wait, you’re telling me you’ve never crocheted before?”

“I'll get the hang of it soon enough,” she pulled up a beginners guide on YouTube, and five minutes later, she had a knotted pile of yarn in her hands. She huffed in frustration and began to aggressively pull at the yarn.

“Let me help you.”

“You? Know how to knit?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

Bryce rolled his eyes, sitting next to her and taking the “scarf” out of her hands, “This is crocheting. You don’t even use knitting needles”

“Apologies. And how do you even know how to crochet?”

“I may or may not have taken lessons a couple summers back to impress Alisson Rivers?” He admitted, quickly untangling her “progress” and began to expertly thread the loops of yarn together. He held up his work to her once a pattern had begun to form, “being incredibly sexy has its perks,” he jokingly winked at her.

“I hate that you’re good at everything.”

He snorted and gently began to move the work into her hands for her to finish the rest, “Not everything, maybe just most things.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” She waved him off, now laser-focused on the project in front of her and determined to get it right that time. Bryce gave her tips and advice every once in a while, but for the most part, he let her work on it by herself. She was a fast learner.

“Sweethea-” Bryce cut himself off, remembering the conversation he had with Sienna earlier. He cleared his throat, “you’re never gonna get it like that.”

She looked up at him with furrowed brows, “What?” He swallowed roughly and shook his head, “It’s nothing. Just...you’re going to wanna pull the yarn a little tighter or it’s all going to unravel before you’re even finished.”

“Oh,” She gave him a thankful smile, “thanks, Bryce.”

It was almost 2 in the morning, and she knew that getting any more than four of sleep was out of the equation at that point. She wasn’t exactly trying very hard to sleep. She had tried to refresh her Instagram feed maybe two dozen times now, but it wasn’t as if anyone was going to post in the middle of the night. And even so, Instagram was doing a fairly poor job at keeping her mind distracted.

Sighing out in frustration, she threw her body back onto her bed with a loud sigh. She wrinkled her nose and finally caved in to her temptations, navigating to the facetime app on her phone. Hesitating one last time, she tapped his contact with her thumb. The phone began to hum as she waited for him to pick up.

“Hey, Bry. I know it’s late,” she said when he finally answered the phone. She frowned when he realised he was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “sorry, did I wake you up?”

“No, no. I couldn’t sleep anyway,” replied his groggy and raspy voice.

“I know you’re lying, Bryce. Don’t worry about it, go back to sleep”

“I was already up.”

“No, you weren’t. It’s really fine, don’t let me bother you.

He stopped rubbing his eyes and looked at her firmly through the camera, “Maybe I was asleep, but I’m up now, aren’t I? Don’t worry about waking me up. Besides, I’d much rather be talking to you.’

She pursed her lips, giving him a doubtful look. He was too polite to ever tell her if she was bothering him. She couldn’t tell if he genuinely wanted to talk to her, or if he was too courteous to tell her otherwise.

He noticed the look she gave him, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t believe me. I would’ve stopped being friends with you years ago if I didn’t find all your annoying habits endearing as hell. I promise,” he shot her a smug smile that almost made her wish she hadn’t called him up.

“How kind of you,” she said sarcastically.

“I try,” his grin widened, if that were even possible, “so what did you want to talk to me about?”

She chewed on her bottom lip and shrugged, “I dunno.”

“You don’t?” Bryce narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to the camera. After he had examined her carefully, he leaned back and crossed his arms, “Yeah you do. What is it?”

She shifted uncomfortably by how easy it was for him to see right through her. Once more that night, she caved, “Earlier, when you told me to tighten the yarn. You stopped yourself from calling me ‘sweetheart’.”

He tensed, but she didn’t notice, “I mean, what’s so unusual about that? That's a perfectly normal thing for someone to do.”

“I know,” she nodded, “but you always call me some cheesy pet name. Always. So, did something happen? Are you mad at me?”

He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, “No, of course not. Everything’s fine,” he paused, “that really upset you?”

“It’s just that you’ve always had a nickname for me, I guess I got used to it.”

He laughed through his nose and couldn’t stop the amused smile from spreading across his lips, “Okay, Boo.”

“Am I finally going to get to see your mural?”

Bryce rolled his eyes, “It isn’t my mural, Love. It’s the senior mural, it’s not like I’m painting it.”

“Yeah, but it was your idea,” she gave him a playful nudge, “I don’t know why you haven’t told me what it is yet. I’m sure if the amazing Bryce Lahela designed it, it’ll be the best senior mural this school has ever seen.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Babe. I’d hate to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me,” she said matter-of-factly, “you’re Bryce Lahela.”

They turned the corner to see their fellow senior, Kyra Santana, working on the mural. The previously beige wall was now covered in black, gray, and light blue paint. In the middle of the painting was a figure made up of colourful handprints standing above the blue-gray ocean in front of them.

She stared at the mural with an open mouth. She glanced from Kyra, to Bryce, then back to the artwork in front of her.

“It was my idea to make the figure all colourful with the handprints,” Bryce said, “I thought it would be nice to let our class literally leave a mark on this school.”

Kyra smiled at the mural and set her paintbrush down, “I was a great idea, the splash of colour is just what it needed,” she turned to her, “what do you think?”

“Like it? No, I...I love it, it’s perfect,” she turned to Bryce with wide eyes, “Wanderer above the Sea of Fog, this is my favourite painting.”

“I noticed--don’t give me that look. It’s not like I care that much, you just never shut up about this painting. It’s annoying, really,” he muttered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck and looking down at his shoes.

She smiled and turned her attention back to the mural, “I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love this. I can’t believe you remembered.”

“Of course. It’s worth it, seeing how much you like it.”

There was a beat of silence.

“You’re the kind of person I could fall in love with, you know that?” She didn’t take her eyes off the wall that the mural proudly sat on, and Bryce was glad.

Maybe if she had looked at him, she would have seen his breath catch in his throat and his eyes widen just a little bit. If he was the kind of person she could fall in love with, then why didn’t she? Bryce was flustered, and if she had noticed his lack of response, she didn’t mention it.

10.

Their high school was filled with rich kids. Their high school also had a debate team with a minimal number of members. These factors resulted in Bryce and her having their own separate hotel rooms when they attended a debate function in Washington D.C.

After a long day of debating and watching other teams debate, she and Bryce walked side by side down the narrow corridor to their respective rooms. Every now and then, they sneaked looks at each other when they thought the other wouldn’t notice.

Bryce cleared his throat, “So that guy in the blue shirt asked me for your number.”

She glanced up at him, “He did? Did you give it to him?”

“No.”

“What? Why not?”

“Thought he was out of your league. I told him you snored like an ogre and gave him Jackie’s number instead,” he said with a careless shrug.

She gasped and shoved his shoulder, “Are you kidding me? You know I don’t snore, he was cute and interested in me!”

“Can’t imagine why.”

She scowled, “For your information, I’m adorable. I’m funny, enjoyable to be around, and have a high tolerance for assholes who shut down opportunities for their friends. And I’m extremely attractive, which is an added plus.”

“You don’t need to sell me on reasons why you’re dateable,” he chuckled softly.

“Oh yeah?”

At that very moment, they turned to face each other. Their teasing banter stopped when they realised that they were only inches apart, able to hear every inhale and exhale of the other. His gaze flickered down to her lips, and it was only for a second, but she hadn’t missed a single bit of it.

Bryce took a step back and cleared his throat, standing rather uncomfortably, “It’s late, we should go to bed. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” she echoed before they both hurriedly turned around and stepped into their own rooms.

Had he almost kissed her? Did that really just happen? Her mind wandered as she leaned against her hotel room door.

Maybe she had just imagined it. She shook the thought out of her head and grabbed a sweatshirt along with a pair of shorts out of her suitcase. Maybe she would stop thinking about it after a good night's rest. She changed, brushed her teeth, and was about to turn the lights off when she felt that nagging feeling bubble up in the pits of her stomach once more.

It was naive to think her mind would stop racing that night if she didn’t confront Bryce about it. She set the covers that were in her hands down and made her way out into the fluorescent-lit hallway. She had made it all the way to his door when she stopped herself.

Was that really what she wanted to do? If she brought up their almost-kiss, would they ever be able to go back to being friends? Did she even want them to go back to being just friends? She bit her lip and glanced back at her own room door. She should’ve just gone to bed, it wasn’t worth putting their entire friendship on the line. But then again, she would always wonder what could have happened if she never followed her gut.

She raised her fist to knock on his door, but before she could make contact, the door swung open. They once more stood face to face, their wide-eyed expressions mirroring each other. For a moment in time, all that stood between them were the accelerated heartbeat and the flutters they felt for one another.

Bryce’s arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her hand had found its place on the back of his neck and guided his lips to hers. His eyes were half-open, sneaking glances at her to assure himself that he wasn’t dreaming. Her overwhelming scent and the feeling of his hands threaded through her hair were all too real.

He pulled her into his room, kicking the closed door behind him. Placing both hands on his broad chest, she pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.

Thoughts were racing in her mind. She tried to put reason to the way he gripped her waist so tightly that there were sure to be bruises there the very next day. She tried to put reason to the way his pupils dilated as she went in for another kiss; she came up empty-handed.

There was no way she felt the same, Bryce told himself. There was no way that she loved him the way he loved her. For as long as he could remember, he had been in love with her, and for as long as he could remember, she had only seen him as her friend.

He missed the warmth of her lips when she pulled away, but he couldn’t help but admire the way her lips were slightly swollen and her hair was a mess. Her eyes were mesmerising, and the way the light highlighted the softness of her skin made him fall even more. He took that moment to memorise every line and curve of her face, forever branding that memory into his head.

She leaned in to kiss him again, but he pushed her away this time and sat up, “Stop. we...we can’t do this. This can’t just be a one-time thing.”

“What?”

He felt his heart twist inside his chest and he clenched his jaw, “Because I love you.”

Her lips curled up in a smile, “I love you too.”

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IV. Fixing

Pretend You Don’t See Her! Masterlist

Pairing: Mob!Sebastian x Reader

Words: 2471

Warnings: Some swearing. Slow burn.

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in the masterlist post. And please comment, like and reblog and tell me how I’m doing. I am in constant need of assurance. This is not beta’d. I’ll reblog with the tags later.

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Sebastian made sure every one of his men knew what to say to Chris when he came in. It was something along the lines of “Sebastian will beat the living shit out of you if he got a glimpse of your stupid fucking blonde hair.” He was past angry. He was furious, livid, fucking seething. This was no coincidence and he couldn’t believe it even if it was. But there was no way she just happened to be interviewed and hired here. And he knew Chris had something to do with this because he never told Tony once to hire someone without first seeing him. And ultimately, as much as he hated it, he wasn’t the type of person to get second chances. Life was never this nice to him.

Sebastian spent the entire night in his office, pacing back and forth until his phone rang, signaling him to go to the other bar for a quick deal with one of his partners. He had left by himself yet again, knowing he would most likely punch someone in the teeth if they breathed the wrong way. By the time he was done, he was on his way back home when he realized he forgot his keys in his office. Swearing into the early hours of the day, he walked back to his office, his head hanging low the entire time. He didn’t pay attention to anything or anyone, his mind trying to come up with something to say to you when he saw you next.

He waved at his men when they tried to say something to him, heading to his office so he could leave before his tongue got him into trouble again. Fishing his keys out of his desk drawer, he was about to exit the office when he ran into someone, the hot liquid running down his chest snapping him out of his haze. He was about to yell when he saw you standing in front of him, eyes widening in horror at what had just transpired and before he could say anything, you were kneeling down and making sure he didn’t step on any of the broken pieces.

“I- oh god, I am so sorry sir, please. I...I didn’t think you’d be coming out of your office so soon and- and I was told to bring you your usual coffee and shit, I’m so sorry sir please, I- I’ll clean this up right away just d-” You were close to crying, not knowing how this could possibly happen on your first day. You looked up and saw his expression fall and you prepared yourself for the onslaught of insults. Quickly grabbing your towel, you were about to ask him if his chest was burned when his voice came out like a growl.

“Stand up.” He ordered, his eyes piercing your own and finding it insulting that you were yet to listen to him. “Stand. Up.” Sebastian bellowed and you shivered at the outburst, continuing to stare up at him. You noticed his jaws tense, his eyes taking you in before he shook his head and left.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered right before he turned the corner, leaving you a sad and confused mess. You were still cleaning up the floor when Tony walked by, silently questioning what happened. You didn’t know what to say. Technically it wasn’t your fault but you couldn’t say it was his fault either. So you just stared at him and promised him it will never happen again and that he could take the cost of the mug out of your paycheck. Tony smiled at you and shook his head, telling you it was probably just the first day jitters and that you should watch yourself the next time so you didn’t get hurt.

As much as you tried not to think about that little mishap of an encounter with him, you couldn’t stop playing the event over and over again, cringing and swearing at yourself because for some odd reason, you still thought he was kind and slightly misunderstood and maybe he was just having a bad day. You hadn’t seen him for a couple of hours and when he finally came back, you were too busy bringing out drinks and cleaning the tables. When the orders died out just a bit, you stood at the back of the lounge next to one of the bouncers, Mark, chatting him up and asking him about the singer on the stage. He’d said something funny about Tony attempting to sing one night and almost getting kicked by Scarlett, the woman on the stage. But when your eyes turned to the room again, you saw Sebastian sitting in one of the corners, his eyes trapping you for a moment before you decided you should get back to work. Quickly thanking Mark for the break, you made your way back to the middle of the room, pretending you weren’t aware of the set of eyes following your every movement.

“Come on Y/N, you need to have eyes on the back of your head.” Tony brushed past you and when you were about to ask him what he meant, he pointed towards the table Sebastian was sitting on. You apologized and set the rest of the drinks down quickly, making your way over to the corner table.

“G-good evening sir. What would you like to have?” You smiled at the two men standing behind him, your heart rate slowly decreasing when one nodded at you while the other returned your smile.

You. Sebastian almost replied. When he saw just how nervous you were around him, he looked away and grabbed a few bills, sliding them towards you before ordering a cup of coffee. You took the money and placed it in your pocket before looking towards the other men.

“Would you like to drink anything?” You asked them and almost laughed at the obvious surprise etched on their faces. When neither of them responded, Sebastian crossed his legs and told them they were free to drink anything non-alcoholic. They both ordered sodas and were about to pay when Sebastian stopped them.

“It’s more than enough.” He pointed at your pocket and you nodded, walking away to get them some drinks. You went to Tony and asked him what it was you were supposed to do with the rest of the money to which Tony laughed and told you that was your tip. You gawked at the change left before grabbing the drinks and walking back. After you set them down, you reached into your pockets and set the rest of his money on the table.

“What’s this?”

“It’s your change sir.” You responded instantly, watching his expression go from quizzical to slightly entertained.

“I didn’t ask for it back.” He crossed his arms, smiling up at you as he took a sip from his coffee.

“And I refuse to take it on my first day.” The hint of anger in your tone made one of the men smile while the other’s eyes widened because did you just talk back to your employer? You didn’t care, however, because he may be your boss but you weren’t a charity case. Not giving him a chance to respond, you stomped away from the table, not looking at that corner of the lounge until the end of your shift.

As you were finishing up, you felt someone standing near you. Turning around, you were surprised to see him waiting patiently until you acknowledged him.

“I’m sorry sir, I’m not one to take another girl’s table.” You said, referring to one of the other waitresses who served his table after you left. You were pretty sure he wasn’t here to order anything but you didn’t feel like talking to him, afraid you’d say something that might get you fired, or worse. You could tell he was about to respond but he held back, nodding before heading towards Tony.

For a second, you thought they were looking at you as they were discussing something. It was probably just your mind playing tricks on you though.

You went to the backroom to change and grab your stuff to head home, hoping you wouldn’t run into him on your way out. But as soon as you exited the room, you saw Sebastian leaning against the wall, one hand ringing the rings on the other as soon as you stepped out and shut the door behind you.

“I- I wanted to...tell you that I’m- fuck, sorry I’m not g-good at this. Shit, I wanted to get this right and I don’t even know your name.” You were completely taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor. Hours ago he was swearing and yelling at you but now he was barely getting out a proper sentence. He combed back his hair and you almost sighed at the oddly attractive nervous tick.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.” You never looked away from him and smiled shyly to try and put him at ease.

“Y/N.” The barely audible whisper of your name sent butterflies into your stomach and you unintentionally leaned forward into him. You were surprised when he mirrored your actions and leaned forward, slowly taking your hand in his before bringing it up to his lips. Maintaining eye contact with you, he kissed your knuckles and smiled up at you.

“Well Y/N, I wanted to apologize for the way I spoke last night, and for how I acted in the morning. My anger was...misplaced. And you didn’t deserve to be treated this way.” Sebastian spoke softly, and refused to let go of your hand even when he saw how slightly flushed you were from the intimate touch.

“It- it’s okay sir. I’m just a waitress. Nothing important.” You kept on staring at the way he was holding your hand, eyebrows furrowing when he tightened his grip and pulled you towards him.

“Not to me,” was all he said before he reluctantly let go of you, his eyes shamelessly shifting to your parted lips before returning to your surprised orbs. “I wanted to tell you that I told Tony it was my fault in the morning, not yours.”

“Oh sir you didn’t have to-”

“Yes I did. And you’ll be happy to know that he said nothing but nice things about your first day. And I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with the tip. Ask any girl here and they’ll tell you I do that with all of’em. Not just you.” He only got a nod out of you, but it was all he needed to know you weren’t offended anymore.

“And please, call me Sebastian.”

“Sir I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.” You turned away from him, looking at the floor and hoping he wouldn’t notice just how much he was affecting you. But then he stepped closer to you and raised your chin so he could look at you.

“Please.”

You weren’t sure what it was that made you lose all control of your brain. All you knew was that he was looking at you like you were the only thing important to him and that he was close to begging you.

“Anything for you.” You whispered back, flushing under his gaze when he smiled at you and let go of your chin. “You’re going to regret saying that sweetheart.”

That seemed to snap you out of your haze, stepping away from his distracting scent and his warm touch to have some semblance of control on your body.

“I- I didn’t mean it t-that way-”

“Taking it back already?” Sebastian snuck his hands into his pocket, raising his eyebrows at your obvious flustered reactions.

“I’ll call you that only when we’re alone.” You were proud you didn’t stutter through that sentence but then he chuckled and leaned against the wall again.

“Oh you wanna be alone with me love?” Sebastian knew he was making it worse but he couldn’t get enough of your obvious embarrassment. When he saw you turning around to walk towards the exit, he ran after you and grabbed your wrist, stopping you before you got around the corner.

“I’m sorry. I’m only kidding sweetheart.” He tried to get you to smile at him again but when he realized he may have pushed you a little more than he intended, he let go and stepped away.

“Good night Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He waited, hoping that you would respond to him so he could leave instead of staying and teasing you even more.

“Good night Sebastian,” you said before quickly making your way past the exit, leaving a very content Sebastian in the hallway. He walked back to his office and threw himself on his chair, smiling like a lovesick puppy until he realized he was going to have to, not only confront Chris, but also thank him. As much as he hated him right now, he couldn’t not tell him that his advice worked. He still didn’t know how he didn’t punch his friend in the face when he saw him on his way out in the morning. Chris had miraculously managed to talk him down, telling him he should just go back and apologize for the way he was treating you. And Sebastian was going to do that but then Chris told him to go home and change so he could look semi-presentable when he did finally grow a set and apologized to you.

It was only later when it finally clicked and Sebastian knew that, at some point, he needed to ask Chris how he knew he misspoke towards you. He wasn’t in the lounge the previous night or that morning so someone must have blabbed to him, which only meant that Chris made sure everyone knew to text him should anything arise between the two of you.

But Chris’ advice seemed to work apparently. He thought he’d need to buy you flowers or something else but when he spoke with Tony once he came back, Tony told him that he was pretty sure you weren’t the type to need any of that. All she wants is to be respected is what he said, right after calling Sebastian a dick, which he wasn’t wrong about.

All Sebastian needed to do now was to control his thoughts, and frankly his reactions and little outbursts, around you, which from the way you said his name, wasn’t going to be an easy task. But he was a patient man. He could wait, he could protect you from himself for a little while longer. The only problem was, would he be able to keep pretending now that he knew he affected you almost as much as you affected him?

#mobster #mob!sebastian #mob!sebastian x reader #mobster au #mob!sebastian au #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian x reader #mobster!sebastian #mobster!sebastian x reader #mobster sebastian au #mob sebastian #mob sebastian au

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lady-snavely · 4 years ago

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Sands of Time: Part One

Chance Encounters

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Fem!OC

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing, mutual pining, all the fluff

A/N: reblogs are super appreciated and, if anyone’s interested, I’ll start a tag list

In the innocent years of childhood, Jade first met him. It wasn't a long meeting, only an hour or two, in fact. She had been playing on her own in a nearby forest when she felt the desire to wander. Her wings glittered as she hopped from sun pocket to sun pocket. Her laughter, loud and jovial, filled her ears until the sounds of a boy crying had caught her attention and she quieted. It was the curiosity of a child that sent her straying that much further from her family home.

Not too far from where she'd been playing, Jade found the boy. From what she could tell he had tripped and skinned his knee. She watched him curiously from behind a tree for a few heartbeats before that curiosity pulled her further. Her father's warning of Humans was the farthest thing from her mind as she approached the boy.

The boy had dried his tears quickly when he first saw her before staring, mouth agape. "Are you real?" He'd managed to whisper, awestruck.

A smile danced on her lips and her nose crinkled when she giggled. "Are you?" Jade had countered easily.

The boy frowned and stood, his injured knee forgotten as his own curiosity blossomed. "But you have wings and your ears are pointy and you're flying!"

It was then that her father's warning of Humans rushed back to her. But he was little and, according to Jade's oldest sister, Human children made up all sorts of stories that their parents brushed off as make believe. "Wanna see a magick trick?" Jade asked in reply, settling her bare feet gently in the grass. The boy nodded his head eagerly. "Close your eyes and count to ten," she instructed.

When he did she concentrated. It wasn't a painful transformation, only slightly uncomfortable as her Faerie wings shrank back into her shoulder blades and she grew an inch or two in height. Her ears rounded out and became more proportional. Jade's transformation to her Humanoid form completed just as a resounding "TEN!" echoed around her.

"How did you do that!" The boy hurried around Jade in wonder. He poked at her back and picked at her hair trying and failing to find where everything was hidden. "Where did they go?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you." Human's most commonly greet with a handshake, her mother had told her once so she stuck her hand out. "Call me Jade. Like the stone."

The boy took Jade's hand with only slight hesitation. "Kuroo Tetsuro but my friends just call me Tetsu-chan."

"Tetsu-chan." Jade smiled. She wasn't sure what to think, what with his name sounding like honey in her ears and her heart leaping like wildfire in her chest.

For being children they were surprisingly content with sitting in the woods and talking. Sure they played some too but they mostly talked. Jade told Tetsu-chan all sorts of stuff about her people that he believed were just stories but were real. She told him about the time her oldest sister, Nyra, tried to run away with a wood nymph only to be brought back after a couple of days by the nymph's mother. She told him about the time when she was littler when her parents first found out she possessed the ability to wield weather magick like her mother. Tetsu-chan had clung to every word, mesmerized by the idea of Fae and what they could do.

When Tetsuro's father burst through the trees Jade had been so frightened that her concentration faltered and she shifted back to her Fae form. Instinct alone had her fleeing.

"Tetsuro, you were supposed to be fetching water." The voice boomed through the trees, anger and disappointment evident by the man's stance alone.

"I made a new friend, Papa! She's – " Tetsuro's smile disappeared when he didn't see her "-Jade?"

Almost half a mile away Jade was alighting on solid ground again. Her ears, once again pointy, twitched at the sound of her name, still heard clearly despite the distance. How badly she wanted to go back to him; to at least say goodbye to Tetsu-chan; to see his smile once more. Her chest ached in unfamiliar longing.

Jade's father had not taken her meeting with the Human boy well. The Human always pays the price he had explained when he had come back home with blood on his hands.

It would be the first time Jade cried over the loss of Human life.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Half a century passed before they crossed paths again. Still considered a preteen by Faerie folk, Jade had yet to leave her family. She was doing the washing in the stream not too far from their new home when she heard a brother and sister approaching on the opposite bank. Her transformation from Fae to Humanoid form took but a few seconds.

Though they were loud as they jumped into the stream she thought little of them as she hung the washing to dry. It wasn't the first time someone had come along to swim in the stream, it wasn't horribly deep and it was partially shaded to boot. The pair ignored her as she planted herself under a tree to read and wait for the sun to work its magick.

"Tetsuro, leave her alone!" A scolding voice disrupted Jade's reading some time later.

Tetsuro. Now, that was a name she hadn't heard in quite a long time. Curiously, she peered around the trunk of the tree. Though he was trying to hide in the brambles nearby Jade spotted him quickly. "Hello, Tetsu-chan," she greeted with a wave.

He stood to his full height, approaching Jade with a frown. "Do we know each other?" He wondered.

"Oh, forgive me, I overheard your sister, I presume-" Jade gestured to the girl still in the stream "-call for you just a moment ago. I'm Jade."

"Like the gem." Tetsuro smiled.

Jade masked her shock with a laugh. "Like the gem," she repeated. The smile and remark were just the same as they had been then too.

"Your washing is going to take a while to dry, why don't you join us?" Tetsuro suggested.

"Thank you but I just started a new book." She held her book up for emphasis, grimacing in apology.

Tetsuro sat against the tree just out of eyesight. "I don't know how to read," he admitted quietly, embarrassed.

"Maybe I could teach you." The suggestion was out of her mouth before intuition told her to stay quiet.

"Is it a good story?"

Jade grinned down at the pages she'd reread a handful of times now. "I think it is," she decided to say.

Tetsuro inched closer, his shoulder brushing Jade's as he peered at the book in her lap. "Just looks like a bunch of scribbles."

Jade ran an affectionate hand over the open page before nodding. "In a way they are but they have meaning and put together the way they are they make up the story." She glanced sidelong at him. "Would you like me to read it to you?"

After some time Jade stopped reading to check on the washing. Tetsuro was disappointed when she told him she would be heading home now that it was done. However he had gone back to swim with the promise to come back in a few days. Though his presence had shook her, somewhere in Jade's heart she was thrilled at seeing him again. Unfortunately she didn't see him again while they lived in that cottage and so said nothing to her parents of her run in with the strangely familiar boy.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When she heard the name again, it was from a weeping mother cradling a small bundle in her arms. The plague that had swept through the country had taken him as an infant.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Centuries passed, yet with the passing of time she never forgot about the boy with the scraped knee, the boy by the stream and the baby taken too soon. How could she when that longing she first felt when she ran from his father all those years ago was ever present when he wasn't.

In the new life she created for herself, she was a healer in the castle of the king. He was a tyrannical man, feared by his people and family alike. The queen stood in stark contrast to her husband. Loved by anyone she came in contact with and Jade was no exception. Queen Hana was polite and remembered names; remembered the little things. She often visited Jade, turning to her for comfort both as healer and friend.

On one such occasion, she had entered Jade's chambers in tears. She was with child. At first Jade had been elated by the news until the queen was pleading for something, anything that would take care of the baby.

Normally Jade didn't bat an eye when someone came to her requesting the simple solution. Yet for some reason there was a desperation, not unlike the queen's, that drove her to argue the logic. They deliberated for the better part of an hour before the queen had used her status to demand what she desired.

Jade had stood and gone to her supply shelves in silent reluctance. In the back corner of one of the shelves, hidden among healing plants and medicines, was the concoction she took in her hands.

"Remember, just two drops in your goblet each night for a week should you decide it's truly what you want." Jade passed the queen the jar with a pained smile. "If not, you saw where the jar goes. I won't say a word either way."

In the end the queen had given birth to a boy. Her fear of how her husband would have the child raised had brought her back to Jade's chambers just a few weeks after the birth.

"I've made a terrible mistake," the queen hunched over her sleeping child. Tears spilled from her eyes. "I should've used the medicine you gave me."

As much as it pained her, Jade moved silently to her shelves just as she had all those months ago. "It should only take a drop or two on your finger and letting him suckle it to help put him to sleep." When the queen frowned Jade nodded and placed the jar in her friends hand, squeezing just enough to let Hana know she was with her before whispering, "It will be painless, like falling into a deep sleep."

The queen was quiet for a few heartbeats before nodding. "You never asked about his name, you know."

It was Jade's turn to frown. The hair on the back of her neck rose with the sudden slice of worry that coursed in her veins. "Why would I ask about the prince's name? Is he not named after his father?"

"He doesn't have my husband's name." The queen smiled triumphantly though tears still glistened in her eyes. "Not officially anyway. He carries my family name and we named him after my grandfather."

Head swimming with questions Jade had fled the castle that night. She knew the queen's lineage but needed answers all the same. How and why was this Human coming into her life for moments and days at a time? Why did the death of a Human make her chest ache so?

The news swept the kingdom, reaching her two days later. Prince Tetsuro was dead.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A millennia of research yielded no definitive answers for Jade but there was no denying Kuroo Tetsuro was in a reincarnation cycle. In most instances it was a quarter century or so before he was brought back to the world. Sometimes it was longer than that before he and Jade crossed paths again. Even fewer instances allowed them more than a day or two of interaction.

In every case he was Human. In every case but the first Jade hid the truest parts of herself. She beat around the bush about her family and where she was from. She was sure that, one of these times, he would remember something, anything, from his past lives. There was no telling what would happen if he did or what he would remember.

Nyra didn't understand the infatuation surrounding the Human boy or the sudden interest in reincarnation. She'd made herself clear on that after Jade had reluctantly come to the family home after one of the longer stretches she'd had with Kuroo.

She was glad when they ran into each other again that she still passed for being in her early twenties. He'd courted her and after some time asked for her hand. The ceremony had been small and intimate. Then, after spending his early twenties with her by his side he had gone to war only to come back in a box. As much as the loss had hurt, Jade hadn't been surprised. It was the only reason she'd insisted she hadn't wanted kids.

Still she had spent the better part of three days holed up in the local library, a building standing four stories tall and spanning almost half a city block, waist deep in books. Nyra had been tasked with dragging her sleep deprived sister back to the family home where she laid into her about how reckless she was being over some stupid Human.

They didn't speak to each other for the better part of a century.

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panicroom01 · 5 years ago

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You belong with me (Connor Murphy x reader)

Summary: This is based off of the song "you belong with me" by Taylor Swift, basically the reader has a crush on Connor, but he's taken by someone already and the reader is also Connor's best friend, idk if this has been done before but I was sleeping and this idea somehow popped up and I had to do it!

Requested? Nope, but I wish it was lmao, and requests ARE open so please send me stuff to write about.

TW: slight cursing, slightly abusive relationship, Connor gets cheated on, Connor's Gf is a bitch, other than that it's fluff, shitty Writing, oh and the reader's female, sorry.

Word count: (without lyrics) 1,629 - 1,831 (with lyrics)

You lived next to Connor Murphy, not only that but you and him were best friends since the second grade, but you two could see each other out your windows!

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend she's upset, she's going off about something that you said, she doesn't get your humor like I do."

Speaking of the long haired stoner, you could see that he was on the phone with who you could only assume was his girlfriend. It appeared he was trying to reason to her, probably about something he said earlier, you'd seen them earlier that day talking and he made some joke that would probably offend some people and she scolded him telling him that they'd talk about it later.

"I'm in my room it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like and she'll never know your story like I do"

What were you doing? Well you were sketching drawings in your room, you were listening to the kinds of music his girlfriend wouldn't approve of, Taylor Swift, Musical shit, and probably a bit of punk rock. As you watched Connor try to defend himself you couldn't help but feel bad for him, you were his closet friend, he told you everything, he trusted you with so much, and it hurt you to know she was probably yelling at him for something he said as a joke, it wasn't right, she didn't even know his home-life so it got you frustrated, you knew his life, you knew just about everything there was to know about him, you had known that in the past he tried to talk to her about it but she wasn't listening and was going off about how her life was so hard, which it wasn't.

Once Connor had gotten hung up on and he noticed that you were watching you grabbed a sketchbook which you used to talk to him through the window, sure you both had phones and each other's numbers but it was better to do talk to him this way, you grabbed a marker and wrote "you ok?" He grabbed the sketchbook that he used to communicate with you and replied with "Just tired of the drama" you responded with "Sorry" Connor simply shrugged and got up, you hadn't noticed him get up since you were already writing "I love you" on your sketchbook, once you had looked up to show it to him you realized he left and closed the blinds.

"She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts, she's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers"

It was now the next day, Wednesday, as the day went by you hadn't seen the handsome stoner boy at all, however you were stopped in the hall by his girlfriend who was captain of the cheerleaders, No one really knew how Connor had ended up with her, she was a fake bitch, Connor was a sweetheart, Connor was what the school called a 'freak' (even though you never saw him that way) and she was popular, anyways, once she stopped you in the hall she looked you dead in the eyes and said "I don't know or care what you are to Connor but stay away from him, bitch" she said and walked away, you were completely confused what did she mean by that, whatever you just shrugged it off and continued on with your day.

"Walkin' the streets with you and your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself Hey isn't this easy?"

It was now Thursday, you and Connor were walking around town after school talking like friends do, you didn't bring up what happened with you and his girlfriend the previous day, instead you and him were chatting about the good ol' days, you didn't get nervous or flustered around Connor, he just calmed your nerves, he was so easy to talk to, and he just made you smile so much, you had definitely fallen for your best friend, you and Connor had sat down on a park bench your head rested on his shoulder as he talked to you about how much he wished his home life could be different, and cracking the occasional joke, then his girlfriend pulled up in her car, you had no clue on how she managed to find you two, she just did, she shot you a glare and smiled fakly at Connor "come on babe, I have cheer practice today you promised me you'd come watch" she whined "shit, I forgot, sorry [Y/N] I gotta go, see ya later" he said frowning, you sighed "it's fine, Connor, just go, spend time with your girlfriend" you said, looking down, Connor apologized to you again and got in her car, she had made a point to hug and kiss him in front of you as if she was trying to remind you that Connor was hers, you had sighed once again and got up from the bench and began walking home.

"And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down, You say your fine, I know you better then that, Hey what you doing with a girl like that?"

You were in your room now thinking about Connor, you wished he hadn't gone with her but you didn't know how to stop him from it, she was a demon, you wondered how a sweet guy like Connor could end up with her, you didn't know, all you really knew was she and him were going to prom together. You just wanted Connor to be happy, and you knew for a fact he wasn't happy with her, she wasn't right for him, Connor was a genuine guy, well at least he was to you, but she was an absolute witch, you knew they wouldn't be good for each other, Connor didn't deserve to be treated like that, he already had a rough life at home and he didn't need her to ridicule everything he did like Larry, about an hour went by and Connor still hadn't returned to his house so you texted him.

From [Y/N]:

Hey, Connor, you alright?

From Con:

Yeah I'm just peachy

From [Y/N]:

C'mon Con I know you better than that, what's up?

From Con:

You wouldn't understand

From [Y/N]:

Try me, I've been your best friend since second grade

From Con:

She cheated on me [Y/N]

From [Y/N]:

That bitch. Wanna talk about it?

Then your messages stopped, Connor didn't reply, you felt awful for Connor, he was cheated on by his now presumably ex girlfriend, but thankfully she was now out of his life and couldn't hurt him anymore, and you'd be there every step of the way for Connor.

"If you can see that I'm the one who understands you, Been here all along so why can't you see, You belong with me"

It was now Friday, prom night Connor was in a black suit with his navy blue tie, you guessed Cynthia was making him go anyways even if he had just been cheated on. Your crush held up his sketchbook for you to see, he was asking "you going?" Which caused you to grab your sketchbook and write "no, I'm studying" Connor responded with "that sucks, I wish you were going, it'd be so much better" and just like that he left for prom and you realized that you should probably run after him, you had gotten a navy blue dress to match his tie, a pearl necklace, and some heels, all of which were lended to you from your mom, you were thankful that she let you take her stuff for prom. You had then arrived at prom in your mom's car, with a folded piece of paper, you had stepped into the school, you were late, but all that mattered was you were there, you called out for Connor, thankfully he saw you and made his way through the crowd, he'd never seen anyone so beautiful in his life, his ex got in the way trying to beg him to take her back but he wasn't having any of it, so he lightly shoved her off to the side and continued his way towards you, once he had gotten to you he smiled "[Y/N], you look, stunning, you're beautiful" you smiled and blushed lightly, he always complimented you but this time it felt different "thank you Connor" you replied. You had eventually unfolded the piece of paper and it read 'I love you' Connor smirked and pulled out a piece of paper he folded inside his suit it read 'I love you' like yours, you immediately ran towards him, wrapping each other in your arms "I love you so much Con" you said and he gave you a quick peck on the lips and tapped your nose "I love you more [Y/N/N]" you giggled and rested your head on his shoulder "Not possible, Murphy" he grinned "well, you might be a future Murphy when high school's done with, so calling me Murphy will only work for now" he teased and held you in his arms. You were happy that you and him were together now, no, you were ecstatic to be with him.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it, I had a fun time writing this, it's not that good but I'm still happy with how it turned out, feel free to reblog it with any constructive criticism!

#connor murphy x reader #You belong with me #dear evan hansen fanfic #connor murphy #fluff #idk what else to add

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smkkbert · 5 years ago

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Mothers know best

Summary: Since they have been kids, they have been best friends. Since they have been friends, their mothers wanted them to be together. After coming back from the east coast, Felicity takes over a position at Queen Consolidated, the company her best friend will soon take over from his father. Their mothers still push for them to be together, and they seem closer to that goal than ever because wedding bells are ringing. The only problem is that they both plan to get married to someone else.

Rating: Explicit

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

Author’s note: Here it is, the end of this story. Thanks to everyone who kept liking, reblogging and commenting on this fic. It meant a lot to me that so many joined into this fic and enjoyed reading it so much. You are the best! It’s going to take a while until my next multichapter is going to be posted, but I will update you about the writing process and tell you when to expect the first chapter ahead of time. :)

Chapter 22 of 22: Ikigai

= Reason for living (Japanese)

Within the last seven and a half months, Oliver had thought time and time again that he couldn’t possibly be happier or even just more content. Yet, time and time again, life had proved him wrong. It had just continued making him happier and even more content.

Having both of his girls sleeping in his arms, Oliver was really sure that there was no enhancement possible anymore now. Having both of his girls sleeping in his arms was all the happiness and all the content life could possibly offer to him. There was nothing more life could give him without making his chest burst from all the happiness he was feeling.

Smiling softly, Oliver looked at Felicity. She was nestled against his side, her arms wrapped around him loosely. Her head was resting on his chest, her cheek snuggled to shirt with her nose pressing against it slightly like she wanted to breathe him in with every breath she took in. She looked peaceful as Oliver guessed that giving birth to their baby girl just a couple of hours ago had left her completely out of energy.

He brushed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head and watched the way she smiled in her sleep. She took in a deep breath, pushing her nose even more against his chest. A long sigh fell from her lips before her muscles relaxed against his body again. She just continued sleeping, catching a little more rest.

Oliver turned his head to focus on his other girl. Just like her mother, the little girl was sleeping in his arms. Even in her sleep, she was moving her tiny fingers together like she wanted to hold onto something. Without any hesitation, Oliver combed his fingers through Felicity’s hair one last time before he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and placed his digit between his daughter’s hands. Her fingers wrapped around it, holding onto it tightly and, just like her mother before, she released a long sigh.

In all his life, Oliver had seen maybe three newborn babies. He didn’t have much experience with newborns, and he had never been exactly interested in them either. Still, Oliver knew without any doubt that his daughter was the most beautiful and entirely perfect baby that had ever been born. His whole life would revolve around her from now on.

“She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?”

Surprised, Oliver turned his head to find that Felicity had woken up. She was looking at their daughter. While her entire face showed tiredness, her eyes were wake as the same love he could feel in his heart was sparkling in the expression in her eyes. A soft smile was playing on her lips when she lifted her hand and put it to Oliver’s on their daughter’s stomach.

“The most beautiful girl that has ever been born,” Oliver agreed in a whisper, nodding his head. “No offense.”

Felicity chuckled and placed a kiss on his shoulder through his shirt before she replied, “None taken.”

They stayed like this for a long moment, just watching their daughter and enjoying the moment as the little family they were now. It was still so new, but it felt so incredibly right. Since he and Felicity had left the friendzone and finally become lovers, it had always been that way. Everything about them and their family was absolutely right.

The last year had brought a lot of troubles. Everything between Felicity moving to Starling City to their wild Las Vegas wedding had been utter chaos. There were so many things they regretted about how they had handled things. The cheating and the lying and the denial of what was right had just been utterly wrong, and there was no apology for what they had done. It would forever be a dark spot in their lives, but they wouldn’t let that taint what they had. It wouldn’t do good to either of them now that they were together and everything about it was finally right.

Even after that wedding, there had still been a lot of trouble as everyone around them had started to get used to them being together and having a family together and leading a company together. People had whispered behind their backs, reminding them of all the chaos they had created and all the people they had hurt with their actions.

This last year had been incredibly tough. It would forever be with them, but they would still move forward. There was so much they still had to enjoy, and they couldn’t let any past mistakes stop them from that.

Hence, it had been the best kind of surprise when their baby girl’s birth had worked out without any unexpected troubles.

Ariana Rose Queen-Smoak had been born at 10am after thirteen hours of labor. At 19.6 inches and 7.2 pound, she was perfectly healthy. Her lungs, as her loud cries had proved, had developed perfectly during the last nine months of pregnancy. Her breathing had been deep and even, her heartbeat perfectly strong. Oliver couldn’t have been any prouder.

Holding Ariana now and feeling her heartbeat against his chest, Oliver still couldn’t believe that this tiny human being was made by Felicity and him. He doubted that he’d ever really believe it. All he could hope for was that he’d eventually get used to it.

Moving up the bed a little, so she could sit up and lean back into the pillows, Felicity reached out her arms to take Ariana from him. Oliver brushed a kiss against the little girl’s forehead before he handed her over to her mother. As soon as Ariana was rested safely in Felicity’s arms, kept warm against her chest, he wrapped both of his arms around the two of them.

Holding them felt like his most favorite thing to do now. Growing up with expensive toys and other luxurious stuff had made it hard to really appreciate what he had. He had taken too many things for granted, but that was different now. He knew that he would never take Felicity’s or Ariana’s presence in his life for granted. Never.

“Everything I love is right in my arms,” Oliver whispered against the crown of Felicity’s hair. “I have never been happier.”

Felicity smiled, angling her head back. “You’ve said that a couple of times before already.”

“I know.” Oliver chuckled. “And I meant it every time.”

The expression in Felicity’s eyes softened, and she rested her head back against his shoulder, leaning on him. Without saying anything, she took in his face thoroughly. The corners of her lips twitched as she was still smiling at him.

“This last year brought a lot of changes.”

Oliver nodded his head. “Good changes though.”

“The best of changes.” Felicity smiled, turning her head to look at Ariana again, who was still sleeping so very peacefully. “Especially as long as she sleeps like an angel.”

“Let’s hope that is not going to change when we take her home tonight.”

Even if that changed and Ariana turned out to be one of the babies that cried basically all day, Oliver knew that he’d still be as happy as he possibly could be. He’d be exhausted without any doubt, but he’d still be happy. He was together with the woman he loved more than he had ever loved anyone else, and they got to raise their baby together. There was nothing that could overshadow this happiness for him.

“Speaking of home,” Oliver said eventually, clearing his throat, “there is something we have to discuss.”

“I know.” Felicity sighed. “We have to find a new place to stay. Our townhouse just doesn’t offer enough space to raise Ariana there the way we want to raise her. I love our townhouse, but I know we have to move out. I am not even trying to make finding a new place harder than it ought to be, but I just couldn’t picture the three of us in any of the places we saw and-“

“I know,” Oliver hurried to say and tightened his arms around her. “I know you are not trying to make it harder. I actually didn’t like any of the houses we have seen enough to live there either. We are both aiming for perfect, and I think that is what we deserve.”

After everything they had been through and all the obstacles they had had to overcome, they didn’t deserve anything less than perfect. They had had a hard start, so he’d make sure that everything was exactly the way they wanted it to be from now on.

“At first, I thought that there was no perfect place for us to live,” Oliver said quietly. “I thought that we just wanted too much. I mean we wanted everything and everything at once. I thought maybe that was the problem.”

Felicity frowned, looking at his face intensely. He could see that she didn’t like the thought because, just like he himself, she really wanted their home to be perfect. She didn’t want to settle for second best.

“Then I figured that the reason we didn’t find something that clicked with us was that we were searching at the wrong spots,” Oliver continued after a moment. “We already have our perfect home. We just forgot about it.”

Scrunching up her nose slightly, Felicity cleared her throat. “If you suggest kicking your parents out of the mansion and moving into that giant palace ourselves, I-“

“No, no.”

Oliver chuckled at the bare panic in Felicity’s eyes. It was the same expression that had been on her face back when she had been a kid and she had first moved into the mansion with her mother. Once she had been over the shock of being uprooted from her home and her life in Las Vegas and had been dragged to Starling City instead, she had taken in her new home with the same disapproving expression that was on her face now.

That look on her face back then had told him that Felicity wouldn’t want to live in the mansion or any place that was similar to it. She wasn’t the kind of woman to live in a palace with a dozen of people that made sure the chores were taken care of. She loved a smaller life, something intimate that was just for the family, just like he himself preferred it too.

“Our treehouse.”

Oliver bit down on his tongue as he watched the different reactions playing on Felicity’s face, almost the same way they did after he had proposed to her in their kitchen months ago. She looked confused, then amused and finally confused again.

“The treehouse is nice and cozy, but it lacks space. I mean it’s even smaller than our townhouse. Significantly smaller, I might add. I don’t mind living in a tiny home with you because I could never feel crowded as long as it’s just us, but that treehouse is maybe a hundred square feet which is even little for the most in-love people. It’s also quite difficult to reach with a car or even a stroller, never mind the lack of electricity and water supply.”

Biting down on his tongue, Oliver just continued to watch Felicity. He guessed that she still had to be very exhausted from giving birth because she didn’t talk herself into one of her rambles that would just go on and on until he framed her face with his hands and kissed her. Finally, that was how he could end her rambles instead of putting a hand to her shoulder and making her stop that way.

Felicity didn’t miss his silence, and she could probably see his amusement on his face too. Pursing her lips, she cocked her head and looked at him intensely.

“You don’t mean that we should move into the treehouse.”

“No,” Oliver replied lightly, tapping the tip of his finger against the tip of her nose. “Dad agreed to clear some of the forest land though. That way, we can build a house there, and we will have our treehouse in our garden.”

The moment he had thought back to the treehouse, that they hadn’t visited since the morning of Christmas Eve because Oliver hadn’t wanted Felicity to climb up that ladder anymore, he had turned the car and visited his father at home. On his way to the mansion, he had already been able to see what their home would look like. He knew exactly what cozy, little house they would build there, and he had been eager to start building it since the moment his father had agreed with the plan.

“You hear that, Ariana?” Felicity whispered to their daughter. “Daddy wants us to die like in all the good horror movies we will watch together in twenty years.”

Oliver was temporarily distracted by Felicity calling him ‘daddy’. The word made his heart stumble. She had said it before, but now it felt even more true. He really was a daddy now, daddy of a perfectly healthy and unbelievably beautiful baby girl.

Soon, he focused back onto the conversation at hand though. “Don’t worry. The forest is well protected. Dad showed me the location of the treehouse on the map. We can build a path from northwest. That way, not too much of the forest has to be cleared to lead to our home. It would also be far enough away from the mansion for us to enjoy some time alone and yet close enough so Raisa can drop Ariana at my parents’ place if we have some spontaneous meetings coming up late.”

Felicity perked up her eyebrows. “You stole Raisa from your parents?”

“No.” Oliver smiled innocently and brushed his fingertips over Ariana’s scalp. “They would have never let me steal Raisa. Ariana stole her.”

Oliver could see how hard she was trying to bite back her amusement and to look at him judgingly instead. She puckered her lips and cocked her head.

“You used our daughter to snap your parents’ house staff away from them?”

“I would have used everything and everyone to snap Raisa away from them,” Oliver replied matter-of-factly. “It’s Raisa after all.”

Felicity smiled, and he was sure that he had made the right decision. Raisa had helped raising the two of them. She was the right one to help raising Ariana now.

“So, you agree on Raisa,” he stated. “What do you say about the idea of moving into the forest and towards our treehouse?”

Felicity’s smile widened even more. “I love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Felicity straightened up a little and brushed her lips to the underside of his chin. “I love it very much.”

Tightening his arms around her, Oliver leaned in and captured Felicity’s lips in a gentle kiss. Their tongues moved together in a slow dance. Everything inside of Oliver focused on Felicity for a moment. All that mattered was her and all that existed was her.

The low cry Ariana released made Oliver pull back and break the kiss to watch his newborn daughter instead. She was squirming in Felicity’s arms slightly, telling them that she was awake now. Her eyes opened every now and then, but they were never opened for long, and she didn’t manage to really look at anything for long yet. According to the books he had read, Oliver knew that it would take another few weeks until Ariana would really look at him.

Oliver had no words to describe how much he loved Ariana. If anyone had asked him twenty-four hours ago, he wouldn’t have thought that it was possible to love someone this much. He had loved this baby the moment Felicity had told him that she was pregnant. It was nothing compared to how much his love had increased when he had been able to first hold Ariana in his arms though.

Nothing would ever be able to compare to that again.

“Will you tell me now?”

Perking up his eyebrows, Oliver looked at Felicity. “Tell you what?”

Felicity smiled. “The secret you shared with Ariana during our wedding night.”

Oliver couldn’t help but smile. So many things had happened before and after that night. Still, Felicity remembered that moment of maybe fifteen seconds when he had whispered something to their unborn baby. He shouldn’t be surprised and he wasn’t actually surprised. It was just so much like Felicity to remember something like that.

“It wasn’t actually a secret,” Oliver replied eventually while Felicity’s gaze was still lingering on him. “I asked her something.”

Felicity perked up her eyebrow. “What did you ask her?”

“I asked her to be a girl:”

Surprised glimpsed in Felicity’s eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Oliver chuckled almost a little embarrassedly and massaged the back of his neck. “I grew up with girls. I mean my little sister is a girl, and my best friend is and has been a girl for as long as I can remember. I get along with girls, better than I do with boys, I guess. It felt like a legit question to ask, and, as you can see, Ariana and I have that special bond where she does what I ask of her.”

Grinning, Felicity cocked her head. “Do you need more tutoring in biology? I mean that is not actually how the sex of a baby is determined.”

“It’s not?”

“No,” Felicity replied with a wide smile, “but I leave it to you. I don’t want to disillusion you.”

“You couldn’t disillusion me even if you tried to,” Oliver replied, pecking her lips. “Not today.”

They turned their heads to watch Ariana silently once more. The little girl had fallen back asleep in Felicity’s arms peacefully. She was sleeping quietly, breathing in and out with an even rhythm that Oliver felt weirdly comforting.

When Felicity yawned, Oliver rubbed his hand up and down her arm slowly. Placing a kiss against her hairline, he leaned his cheek against the crown of her head. Felicity sighed and snuggled even closer to him in response.

“Are you tired?”

“Exhausted rather than tired,” Felicity replied, yawning once more. “Getting this baby out of me was quite exhausting.”

“I wouldn’t have noticed.” Oliver grinned. “I mean you did have enough energy to almost break my hand with your death grip.”

Felicity glared at him with mocking anger. “Really? Do you want to switch places the next time?”

For a second, Oliver considered if he should tell Felicity that she had just alluded to having a second baby. He decided to keep the conversation lightly though. They had been parents for less than twenty-four hours so far, so maybe they should delay the planning of any siblings for a while. They should at least explore what it was like to be parents of one kid before they even considered adding another into the mix.

“Oh, I don’t think I would look that graceful when I tried to do that.”

Felicity pursed her lips, knowing that he was just teasing her, and pushed her elbow into his ribs. Oliver just chuckled though.

“Maybe you should sleep for a little longer,” Oliver suggested, brushing his fingers through Felicity’s hair when she yawned a third time within this minute. “Catch some rest. You had an exhausting day.”

Making herself more comfortable at his side, Felicity angled her head back to look at him. She was frowning slightly.

“I am surprised our mothers didn’t show up yet to argue who Ariana looks like and to hand us all kind of unnecessary and unwelcome advice.”

Oliver chuckled, kissing her temple. “They arrived here eight minutes after we texted them that Ariana was born.”

“How did you manage to keep them out?” Felicity asked in a whisper. “I imagined them storming in here and ripping Ariana from our arms the moment they arrived.”

Oliver didn’t doubt that they had the power to do so. When they had arrived here right after Felicity and Ariana had fallen asleep, he had had trouble to keep them out of the room. Only telling them that both of them were fine but in need of some well-deserved sleep, they had agreed to sit down in front of the room and wait until the two had caught some rest.

“On our wedding day, I vowed to always protect the two of you, so that is what I will do.”

Felicity frowned. “I don’t think that was in your wedding vows.”

“I think it was.”

“I don’t think so.”

Oliver shrugged his shoulders. “Then I vow that to you now. Felicity, I will always protect Ariana and you.”

“Even from our mothers?”

“Especially from our mothers.”

Felicity smiled warmly. “Good.”

Oliver leaned in and brushed another kiss against Felicity’s lips, sealing his promise to her. He loved his two girls so much that he knew he’d jump in front of a car to protect them. Handling their mothers might be more dangerous than jumping in front of a car, but he’d do that too. He’d do everything to keep them safe.

“I’d still like to wait a little before we introduce Ariana to anyone else,” Felicity told him when she rested her head against his shoulder once more. “Just until we get used to this.”

She tightened her arms around Ariana when she said those words. Oliver felt his arms tighten around the two of them too.

“So, I tell them to come back in eighteen to twenty years?”

Felicity smiled. “Spending twenty years just like this sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah,” Oliver agreed. “Sounds perfect to me too.”

Everything that included Felicity, Ariana and him to be together for as long as possible sounded perfect to him. He could forever live in his moment as long as he just got to hold them.

When Felicity’s lids grew heavy again and tiredness threatened to take her away, she handed Ariana back to him. Oliver wrapped an arm around their daughter safely and put the other around Felicity’s shoulders while she was snuggling back into her sleeping position at his side. It took less than a minute for her breath to even out and her muscles to relax as she fell asleep.

Oliver placed a kiss into her hair and rested his nose there to breathe her in. As soon as Ariana moved in his arms, he turned his head to look at his daughter. His cheek stayed rested against the crown of Felicity’s head though.

“Hey,” he whispered quietly when Ariana turned her head right and left, her eyes opening and looking around. “Did you have enough sleep for now?”

Ariana let out a little sound, not really a cry but something like a sweet sigh. Oliver smiled as it was a new sound for him, one he felt already carving into his heart.

“Well, now that it’s only us again,” he continued to whisper, not wanting to wake Felicity and not wanting to frighten Ariana either, “I guess it’s time for me to give you a first taste of daddy’s wisdom. I wouldn’t really call myself wise, especially given who your mommy is, but I think I have three little things to tell you that will make your life a lot easier. Ready to hear them?”

Again, Ariana let out a little sigh. Oliver knew it was probably just his imagination, but he felt like his little girl was turning a little in his arms like she was trying to get even close to him.

“Okay, here’s the first,” he said and lifted Ariana a little close to his face. “There are no people on this earth that love you as much as mommy and daddy do. Some people might tell you that you have been an accident or the circumstances surrounding your birth have been crappy or whatever, but please don’t ever doubt that mommy and I wanted you and loved you from the first second on. The moment we knew about you, our entire life revolved around you, and it always will. We two will always love you, no matter what you say or do. You can always come to us.”

He was sure that it was the most obvious of the three wisdoms he wanted to share with her.

“The second is not less important.” Oliver smiled. “Always chase your dreams, no matter how unreachable they seem. If you really want something, you gotta work to make it happen. It might be scary and it might cause trouble, but you can only be happy if you aim for what you really want and need. Always.”

For way too long, Oliver had tried to hold onto what was right and what he thought was supposed to be. It had almost cost him what he really wanted and what he really needed in his life. It had almost cost him everything he was holding in his arms right now.

“And the last wisdom for your first day on earth,” Oliver continued after a moment, “is that mommy always knows best. I mean mothers in general always know best, but your mommy in particular. I mean she is the smartest woman I have ever met, and I really hope that you grow up to as beautiful and as smart as she is. And because she is your mother, she will love you and just know best what is good for me. Trust me on that because my mommy knew what was best for me too, long before I knew it actually.”

These last months since he and Felicity had told their mothers about everything that had happened, they hadn’t stopped telling them that they could have found this blissful kind of happiness if they had just listened to them. Oliver knew that they were right. If he and Felicity hadn’t fought against their mother’s wishes for them to be together for so long, maybe they would have found their way to each other more easily.

Sometimes, people just had to learn the hard way. It might have been more comfortable and less painful for everyone involved otherwise, but Oliver wasn’t sure if he’d be here, with his wife and his daughter in his arms, if they had taken the easy way.

Oliver lifted Ariana in his arms until he could brush his lips against her forehead. When he opened his eyes, for almost a second, it looked like Ariana was looking right back at him. The next moment, she was squirming in his arms again slightly, turning her head to the right and to the left like she was just getting used to having a body she could move.

It was adorable and heartwarming at the same time.

“Oh, and Ariana,” he whispered, leaning his head down once more to whisper into her ear with a wide grin on his lips, “we don’t tell your grannies about this. Ever.”

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