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eroselless · 4 months ago

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series summary: you just work in hospitality for McLaren and he’s their star driver. what happens when your paths cross and you find yourself questioning your feelings for each other? [2.8k]

[lando norris x reader]

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warnings: insecure reader

note: thank you to the anon that requested this! i absolutely loved writing this. although the anon didn’t specify if they wanted this as a multi-partner, i feel like i wouldn’t be able to do it justice with just one part. i tried my best to make this a little bit of a slow burn without dragging it out too much. happy reading!

The hum of the engines reverberates through the paddock as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. It casts long shadows over the track, the sky painted in soft pinks and purples. You huff as you move around the backroom, not yet used to the fast-paced world of Formula 1, the chaos that comes with each race still new to you. You’ve been working as part of the McLaren hospitality team for a few weeks now, moving from city to city, country to country as the season unfolds quickly. It is a demanding job, with long hours and high expectations, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

You were introduced to the sport later in life, in your late teens. Your father had been involved in karting, often taking you to his races, but he had never considered going any further. You had grown accustomed to the roar of the cars, the smell of burning rubber, the palpable tension in the air – it became intoxicating, thrilling, and nerve-wracking. You had slowly pushed yourself to become more involved, snagging a job that you had anticipated for a long time. Working in F1, even just in hospitality, was a dream that could open doors for you.

Like any other race weekend, you are on your feet from sun up till sun down. You ensure that everything runs smoothly for all the guests that come and go in the McLaren suite. You move through the crowds with a practiced grace, offering smiles and the most attentive service to VIPs, sponsors, and team members alike.

You reach over the table, pouring out champagne to a group of executives, feeling a tinge on the back of your neck. Glancing up, you can feel someone’s eyes trained on you. There is a rush of chatter, a group of young children, all dressed in matching orange attire.

You see Lando standing among them, a smile on his face as he speaks to them. His eyes flicker up to you, attention divided as he tries his best to keep track of what a young boy is telling him and watching you move around the room.

It becomes harder to ignore as the day drags on, his gaze following you whenever he comes in and out of the suite. You try to think nothing of it; you are one of a handful of servers, you would be noticed, of course. It is nothing, right?

“Need a hand with that?”

The sound of Lando’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, startling you slightly. You turn from your spot at the bar, a tray of empty glasses in your hands, ready to be sent to the kitchen for washing. He leans casually on the counter, fingers fiddling with a homemade bracelet he undoubtedly got from a fan. There’s a twinkle in his eyes, a familiar and warm glint you’d only ever seen from afar. He gestures to the other tray that sits on the bar, equally as full as the one you’re carrying, a lopsided grin on his face.

Forcing a smile, you try your best to push down the flutter in your chest. “I think I can manage, thanks.”

Lando leans in slightly, his voice low. “I’m sure you can, but it never hurts to have a little help, right?”

His close proximity makes your stomach burst with butterflies, but you keep your composure. You shift one tray in your hands, holding up one before grabbing the other one and balancing it on your fingers. “I appreciate the offer, really, but you’ve got a race to focus on. Can't have you getting distracted.”

“Maybe I like distractions,” he quips, his gaze following you as you begin to move away from the bar. He meets your eyes as he raises his eyebrows. “Plus, I’m pretty good at multitasking—driving fast and helping with drinks. Can’t be that different, right?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to hold back the smile that threatens to pop out. You shake your head as you take another step, breaking away from his stare. “I’ll keep that in mind when I see you out on track.”

He chuckles, his laugh warm and genuine. “You do that. And I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

With that, he saunters off, leaving you standing there slightly confused and trying to process what had just happened. As you watch him go, he turns back slightly to give you another smile and a nod before exiting through the front doors. You can’t help but feel lightheaded as you make your way to the kitchen, biting your lip as you do. Jesus Christ, what was that?

The rest of the day passes in a blur of activity, the memory of Lando’s casual smile lingering in your mind. It doesn’t leave your thoughts as you continue to run into him at the next few races. He pops in before the day descends into full chaos to see how you’re doing and checks on you at the end of the day, always ready with something to make you feel lighter on a stressful race day.

You find yourself expecting his presence, your banter becoming a regular part of your day, a little slice of normalcy in the otherwise hectic and fast-paced environment. He teases you about your work, making light-hearted comments about how serious you’ve become or how you’re in the know about everyone’s gossip. He pulls you into hugs or gives your nose or cheeks a gentle pinch whenever he gets the chance. In return, you tease him about his racing, jokingly offering tips on how to handle certain corners or shave a couple of seconds off his lap times.

One afternoon, he slides into an empty seat, panting as he sinks into the chair. “Hey, you,” he greets, pulling his hat off and placing it on the table in front of you. “Busy day?”

“You could say that,” you reply, glancing up from your work. “How about you? Surviving the media circus?”

“Barely,” he jokes, rolling his eyes. “But it’s all part of the job, right?”

You nod, smiling. “I guess so. You seem to handle it well, though.”

He shrugs, that easy grin still in place. “It’s all about keeping a cool head. Speaking of which, how about you? How are you handling everything?”

“Me?” you question. “I’m just trying to keep up.”

“Well, you’re doing a great job,” he says, his tone sincere. “Seriously, everyone’s noticed how well you’ve fit in around here.”

Your cheeks warm at the compliment, and you duck your head, suddenly interested in a spot that won’t come off a spoon. “Thanks, Lando. That means a lot.”

There’s a brief silence, the kind that’s beginning to feel familiar between the two of you—comfortable, yet charged with something unspoken. You can feel his eyes on you, observing your gentle movements. When you finally look up, he’s still watching you, a tranquil expression on his face. It makes your heart skip a beat, his blue-green eyes almost admiring you.

“So, what are your plans after this?” he asks, his voice casual but tinged with curiosity.

“I’m not sure yet,” you admit, trying to keep your tone light, not wanting to reveal that his gaze is melting your resolve. “Maybe just relax, take in the sights. I haven’t really explored much outside of work.”

His smile widens. “Well, if you ever need a tour guide, you know where to find me.”

You laugh, gratefully nodding at him, but your mind races with possibilities you quickly shove away.

It’s not until the next race weekend that you see him again. You’re busy arranging the seating in the hospitality suite when you feel a presence behind you, followed by the gentle sound of cutlery clinking. Before you can turn around, Lando’s voice drifts over your shoulder.

"Straighten up those forks, will you? We wouldn’t want our guests to think we’re unprofessional."

You laugh, rolling your eyes as your fingers move to adjust the silverware he’d nudged out of place. "I’m pretty sure they’re here for the racing, not the table settings."

"Well, if the racing doesn’t impress them, maybe your impeccable attention to detail will," Lando teases, leaning against the back of a chair as he watches you continue to move things around.

You turn to face him, a hand on your hip while the other twists a rag you’ve been using to wipe down the tables. A smile tugs at your lips as you meet his gaze. "And what about you? Do you think my attention to detail is impressive?"

Lando’s smile widens, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh yeah, I think you’re impressive, full stop."

You shake your head, looking down at a box full of cutlery rolls, trying to hide the blush creeping up your neck. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Norris."

"Who said anything about flattery?" he retorts, his tone light but sincere. "I’m just stating the facts."

"Facts, huh?" you glance over your shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow. "What other facts do you have for me?"

Lando pretends to think for a moment, leaning back in his chair. "Well, let’s see… You’re always the first one here in the morning and the last to leave at night. You keep calm under pressure, even when the kitchen’s on fire—literally. And you have this little tick when you smile—which, by the way, you don’t do enough—you look away or cover your laugh with your hands."

His words catch you off guard, and you pause, unsure of how to respond. You'd grown used to his teasing, but this felt different. He rambles a little as if he can’t get the words out fast enough. It could mean anything, but your mind refuses to acknowledge that it might be more than platonic teasing. You hear the sincerity behind his words, and it makes your heart race slightly, in a way that is both exciting and terrifying.

You quickly mask your uncertainty with a playful roll of your eyes. "And you’ve been keeping track of all this?"

"Maybe," Lando admits, not backing down. His smile softens as he watches you closely, an unspoken question lingering in his eyes.

Before you can respond, the sound of approaching footsteps breaks the moment, and you’re both reminded of where you are. A group of VIP guests enters the room, and you immediately slip back into work mode, offering them a warm smile as you direct them to their seats.

Lando lingers for a moment, his gaze lingering on you before he too slips away, back into the bustle of race day.

Your casual banter continues throughout the day and as the weeks pass. But the more time you spend around Lando, the stronger the urge to pull away becomes. He is so easy to talk to, so genuine in his interactions, but you can’t shake the feeling that you might be reading into things too much. A voice in the back of your mind keeps reminding you of the reality of your situation. He’s Lando Norris—a world-famous racing driver, adored by millions, with the world at his feet. You never doubt your skills, but you are just a hospitality worker, a coworker who happened to become a friend. Just a friend, right?

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A few races later, after a hectic race, the team gathers for a small celebration. Both Lando and Oscar had performed well, amplifying the mood around the whole paddock. You're busy fixing drinks and chatting with guests, your thoughts still drifting back to Lando. You feel your heart flutter every time you catch a glimpse of him, whether he is laughing with Oscar or signing autographs for fans that are brought in. You have no doubt that he is an attractive person and are determined not to let your feelings grow further than they already have, but every touch, every brush of his fingers, or his hand on your back, sends your mind spiraling. Could you be seeing something that isn’t there? Is he just being overly friendly now that you have established a connection?

The questions swirl endlessly in your head as the evening wears on, and by the time the celebration winds down, you feel overwhelmed. Stepping outside for fresh air, you find a quiet spot on the balcony overlooking the track. You let out a sigh as you sit down on the ledge. You lean your head back on the wall, trying to clear your head. Your eyes water up a little as you let yourself relax, but you are quick to wipe them away when you hear footsteps approaching.

Turning, you spot Lando. His hands are shoved in his pockets, a gentle smile adorning his lips.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, his voice soft.

“Of course not,” you say, shifting over a little to make room for him. He sits down next to you, a sliver of space between your two bodies. You sit in silence, the night air filled with the distant sounds of the paddock winding down. You can feel warmth radiating from him, a familiar tension beginning to crackle between you. It is a comfortable silence, weighted down by so many questions and unspoken words.

“Tonight was fun,” Lando speaks up after a while, his tone relaxed. “The team did great.”

You hum in agreement. “Yeah, it was a good day,” you say, glancing over at him. “You did great.”

He smiles, a soft, almost shy smile. It's a smile you have grown used to, always paired with rosy cheeks and a bashful look in his eyes. Your heart betrays you as it flutters in your chest. “Thanks. But I couldn’t have done it without the support of the team—including you.”

You smile, turning away instinctively, suddenly aware of the tick he had pointed out just a few weeks ago. “I’m just in hospitality, doing my job.”

“Maybe,” he says, his voice dropping to a more serious tone, “but you do it well. I’ve noticed how hard you work, how much you care about what you do. It’s one of the things I like about you.” He leans back on his hands, watching as you search for what to say.

The words hang in the air, heavy with something you don’t want to acknowledge. The voice in your head speaks again, denying, denying, denying. He’s just being kind, nothing else.

“I—thank you,” you stammer, trying to keep your voice steady. “That means a lot coming from you.”

He looks at you then, really looking at you. His eyes are hooded, eyebrows drawn together slightly. It’s as if he can see right through the defenses you’ve been trying to keep up. There’s something in the way his eyes peer out at you, a vulnerability that seems to mirror yours. There it is again, the nerves and the ache in your chest.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he says softly. “I just wanted you to know.”

There is a beat of silence, and before you can respond, the doors open behind you. Your name is called, and you are quickly pulled back, retreating into the safety of professionalism. You’re needed inside.

“I should get back,” you say hastily, blinking the haze out of your eyes. “There’s still a lot to do.”

Lando clears his throat, sitting up, his expression unreadable. His voice is now deflated. “Yeah, of course.”

As you walk away, you can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t dare look back. There are so many emotions swirling in your mind—confusion, longing, and an ever-growing sense of fear. You want so badly to let yourself believe that there could be something growing between you, but there will always be doubts rearing their ugly heads. There will always be whispers telling you that it is all in your head, that you are only setting yourself up for disappointment. As soon as you pass the glass door, you let out a deep breath, a knot forming in your throat.

a/n: thank you so much if you’ve made it to the end! i am already in the process of writing the next part so it should be out soon! any feedback, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated, i love seeing your reactions and notes!

#lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris #formula 1 #formula 1 fanfic

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scribbly-artist · 18 days ago

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Too Hard on Yourself

Summary: You’re working on an assigned project at Piltover Academy, and while most of the time you pick up new things quickly, this time, you haven’t. You’re frustrated with yourself, crying at your workbench. However, you old friend Jayce Talis is here to make you feel better.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the anon for submitting this request!! They had asked for ler!Jayce and lee!reader platonically, and I was happy to deliver. This was my first time writing for Jayce, so I hope he doesn’t sound super OOC. :) I locked in so hard writing this one which I’m surprised with, as I’m dead tired from travelling this weekend. I hope you enjoy! If you’d like to see a fic from me, feel free to send in an ask request and I’ll see what I can do!

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A very long, exhausting day looks like it will end in tears for you as you lay your head straight down on the workbench, droplets escaping from your eyes that you couldn't control.

Why did everything have to be so hard? You were trying your best, but things just weren't going your way lately.

You've been enrolled into the Piltover Academy starting this year. It took everything within your mind and body to pass the exam to even get into it in the first place. You wanted to push yourself to do better, for yourself and for your city. For the most part, you enjoyed being here. The classes, the people, the teachers.

Though, sometimes, information and topics went way over your head, making tasks a lot harder than they should be. Usually, most subjects and instructions just clicked with you - you thought of yourself as a fast and efficient learner. But when you really didn’t get something and tried hard to combat the issue, your failures and lack of understanding really, really upset you. This project you were assigned was one of those difficult times.

Your class was handed blueprints to build this device. From the visual alone, it was quite complex, even for your class to handle. Some people started their tasks effortlessly, some had stayed back to try to get as much of it done before they left for the day to try again tomorrow.

Except for you.

The sun was setting, the orange glow bouncing off the walls and the pieces of machinery some students had left on their work benches. Fragments of light ricocheted off the countless shiny pieces of metal in just the wrong places, blinding you as you raised your head up to wipe at your eyes.

There were a lot of delicate and small parts concerning this device. You didn’t want to break anything accidentally, or screw it up at all. In your mind, everything had to be perfect. If it didn’t turn out perfect, to you it meant that your skills were severely lacking, bringing your self-esteem and self-worth way down.

Your mind was foggy, it was hard to think. Your anxiety was at its peak, you were so frustrated with yourself. Your head felt like it was spinning as it pounded, your eyes hurt from being wide open for so long, and you were so, so tired. Reaching up to your face, you rubbed your eyes, trying to will the tears away so you could attempt to calm down.

However, there was an echo of footsteps coming from the entrance of the room. You quickly attempted to clean yourself up, swiping the tears on your face and whipping your head around to see who it was.

It was Jayce Talis, your long time friend from way back when. Oh no. He was fast approaching with a smile on his face, as usual.

You didn't want him to see you like this. Despite knowing him for so long, you don’t want him to think of you as weak. You snapped your head back around, picking up the blueprints in front of you so that you could maybe use them to hide your face, or make yourself look busy. “Hi, Jayce…” you managed to croak out, trying to not let your emotions spill over.

“Hey, I see you're burning the midnight oil,” he commented, sauntering over to your bench, placing a hand down on the edge as he leaned his weight against it. His head craned over, trying to get a look at your face. “What do the professors have you doing this week?”

“They've just assigned us to build this thing…” you muttered, not engaging much in the conversation. You hoped that maybe if you were stand-offish enough that Jayce might leave, as awful as that sounded.

But Jayce noticed.

You never acted this way around him, you could light up a room with your presence and charm. Jayce knew something was up. “Is everything okay?” He quizzed, concern laced in his voice.

At first, you didn’t know how to respond. You were never one to really open yourself up when you had problems - you absolutely never wanted to bother or worry your loved ones. You wanted to stay silent, but from his question, emotions already started boiling like a pot on a stove inside you. “It’s fine, Jayce, really…” you mumbled, holding the blueprint close to your face, the paper nearly touching your nose. “I just need to brute force through this, I’ll get it eventually…”

He raised an eyebrow in suspicion, not believing your words. Then his expression softened as he saw your face. You were holding back tears, the liquid pooling right along the edges of your eyes. They looked red and puffy, same with your nose, he got the hint that you were probably crying way before he came into the room. He frowned at the sight, shifting his weight so he was now standing up, crossing his arms over his chest.

“There’s something obviously wrong,” he started, placing his hand on the back of your chair. His voice was soft as he spoke. “You can tell me anything… you know that, right?”

That was the moment your tears started to spill, flowing down your cheeks. You dropped the blueprint back onto the table as you buried your head down into your hands.

“I don’t get how any of this works, Jayce - I’ve tried so h-hard to understand, I… I should know how this works…” you breathed out between quiet sobs, muffled from your hands being latched to your face. Jayce placed a comforting hand on your shoulder as you shook. “Maybe I’m not cut out to be here… I should have just gone into the family business like m-my parents wanted…!”

“Don’t say that!” Jayce cut in, quickly going to another bench and pulling up a chair so he could sit next to you on your level. He placed his hand back on your shoulder. “It’s okay to not understand things - I know you pick new things up quick, but it’s okay to be confused. You can’t be a perfectionist at everything, no one can.”

You slowly turned your head to look over to him, the sight of your tear-stained face breaking his heart. “If I can’t get this right, then what’s t-the point? Everyone else seemed to know w-what they were doing… I don’t want people to think I’m stupid…”

“You’re far from stupid!” Jayce’s eyebrows furrowed together at hearing your words. “I’ve seen what you can do - all the amazing things you managed to make when we were kids! You impress me so, so much with your skill and creativity! There’s some things even I can’t do that you pull off effortlessly! Hell, you’re probably one of the smartest ones here!”

You sniffled and wiped your nose with the back of your hand. You opened your mouth to speak, but Jayce spoke up once again, your mouth snapping shut.

“I won’t allow you to beat yourself up - you have so much potential! I know you do, because I’ve seen it first hand! Sure, sometimes things won’t click straight away. But I’ve seen how hard you work. If I believe in you, I know you can do it. You’ve got a brilliant mind you need to use for good!”

Silent at first, you weren’t sure how to take all of this in. Your eyes looked up at Jayce’s face, he looked so confident in his words. While you didn’t one hundred percent believe what he was saying just yet, his little speech did make you feel at least a little bit better. But only just a little bit.

“Thank you, Jayce… and, I’m sorry for ugly crying in front of you,” you let out a cough as you sniffled, using the back of your hand to wipe your face. “I think I just bottled up the frustration and it just… exploded.”

Jayce released his hand from your shoulder and pulled out a white handkerchief from his back pocket, bringing it up to your face to swipe at your eyes and cheeks. “I can’t bear to see you pull yourself down like that - you can do so much, and I want to see you do your best. You have so much potential you haven’t acted on yet.” The handkerchief was embroidered on its edge, the frills fluttering gently against your skin. The soft touch was starting to feel ticklish on your face as you scrunched up your nose, leaning back in your chair. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

“Jayce, seriously - I can clean myself up,” you spoke as you waved a hand in front of your face in dismissal, but Jayce’s face started to light up with a happy grin. You could see the gears turning in his head. “No, no Jayce, don’t get any ideas.” You warned, but your tone wasn’t serious by any means.

“Sorry, it’s a bit too late for that.” As soon as he spoke, his hands darted to your sides, ticklishly wiggling into your skin. You let out a loud laugh, hands gripping onto his wrists to stabilise yourself.

When you got upset when you were younger, tickling you was always Jayce’s way to make you feel better. He would tickle you silly, until you couldn’t even recall what made you upset in the first place. Though, he hadn’t had to do it in a long time - since you’ve just been letting everything negative emotion bottle up inside you.

His fingers continued their onslaught on your sides, scribbling up and down, up and down. You cackled as you threw your head back, hitting it against the back of the chair. Jayce let out a laugh of his own, a bright smile on his own face. “You needed this; I just know you did.” He teased you as he switched things up, one of his hands moving to prod at your stomach. You burst out with more laughter.

“Jayce— ahahaha!! Quit it!!” You exclaimed through your laughter, your cheeks growing red. Jayce just shook his head with a smirk etched on his face.

“Not until you’re feeling better. After all, isn’t laughter the best medicine?” Jayce commented as his wandering hands switched things up once again, managing to slip between your arms to attack your poor ribs. Your grip on his wrists tightened, nearly digging into the skin with your nails. You shook your head about, you were extra sensitive on your ribs.

The laughs that Jayce drew from you started to grow hiccupy, making you sound similar to a hyena. Jayce couldn’t help himself and laughed alongside you. But you were hitting a limit, and Jayce could tell, as tears — tears of happiness and joy — started rolling down your face to replace the tears of sadness that stained your face mere minutes before. “I-It’s— hehehEHEHE! Too much, Jahahahayce!” You begged through your laughter.

Jayce didn’t want to push you any further than what you were comfortable with, so he slowed to a stop, placing a hand on top of your head to ruffle your hair. You reached up with your own two hands to place on top of his, groaning with a laugh. “See, what wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Ugh, shut up,” you mumbled as you pushed his hand off of your head, standing up from your seat, Jayce doing the same. “Well, staying here anymore won’t do me any good.” You spoke up, getting an idea as you looked at Jayce. “If I still can’t figure this out tomorrow… would you maybe come and help me if you’re not busy with your research?”

Jayce’s eyes crinkled up with joy as he nodded his head. You very rarely ask for help, so knowing you’re coming to him of all people for assistance made his heart swell. “Of course - I’m glad you’re asking for my help,” he placed a hand on your back, and with a little push, you both started to walk towards the room’s exit. “Hey, let’s get something to eat before we go home. My treat.” His shining smile beamed down onto you as you looked up to him.

“Sounds like a plan.” You responded with your own small smile and a laugh as you both walked out. You felt much better already, you decided you’d ask for help much more often. It felt better to let everything out.

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klebald · 2 months ago

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hello hello, goodmorning…or good-whatever it is for you, right now it’s morning for me… anyways!

it’s good to know that you remember me—and i appreciate you calling my emoji choice cool! i grew such a liking to that emoji before and after using it (and i still do…) it’s also good to hear that you have many backups, i do have to say once you disappeared i was disappointed since i enjoyed having these little anonymous talks with you, but now i know i won’t have to worry about that!

good luck/job on your midterms! i’m sure you did well, and i read that you’re going out with a B+ to a B? i think that’s still good, what matters is you doing your best… no worries about talking about school, it can be tough and stressful so i definitely understand!! it’s good to hear you had a good halloween, what you did sounds very awesome and it’s nice to know you get to relax now… (even if it’s for a little while).

i’m sorry to hear about the scarring, unless you like it? well, i’m doubtful since you referred to it as disgustingly, and i hope your ankle heals fast so you can get back to walking normally!! make sure to rest well and take care of it + yourself. :)

i’ve been…alright, definitely better, it was my birthday 4? days ago now, that was fun… i didn’t do much except chill (as usual) and hangout with my family.

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Hello! Late good morning, that is closer to afternoon-stepping-into-evening. It is dark out. It was morning for me when you sent this, as well. It both saddens and relieves me to know that you were disappointed to see me go. No further worries, though. I will be around as long as you are, fascinating emoji choice and all. You are more than welcome, by the way. I will continue to offer anonymous talks about our day for quite some time, I have little better to do, especially on a weekend. I am also somebody who happens to enjoy the indulgence that is writing about myself and drooooning on. Apparently, others read through it, meaning that this works out well. Thank you for your kind words on my schoolwork, consider me charmed. Heheheh. Hard work is what I focus myself on when I'm not scorching my retinas with my laptop screen scrolling through Tumblr, and it seems difficult to be anything BUT good at that. Managing a B+ is still better than the grades I was pulling say three years ago, so I suppose I'll take it. Next quarter I am really going to try and keep my grade steady as an A for that class, fuck youuuuu, Computer Science. With the way my Halloween went, I really do hope yours went fairly, as well. I would only wish to be even. If not, I will give you a bit of my candy, as I really don't need it all.

Maybe if the scar were in a better place, I would like it. Unfortunately, my knee just happens to look red like I banged it, so there are less pros to it than I would have assumed falling that hard. If only you didn't explode it, or opted for a little bit higher, I could look badass. I hope that my ankle heals quickly, as well, and I thank you for your well wishes. You are very considerate, anon. I just got off of it after being on it for a short amount of time, meaning that I am back to resting indeed, but it hurts enough I cannot manage keeping a shoe all the way on that foot, so I am under the assumption I messed it up pretty badly. There was also me looking like a moron, limping with my foot halfway in a sneaker and the entire thing not even touching the ground that came with it, so I am a little embarrassed to have to had left the house just now. Oh well, I'm the most worried about playing DDR this week with it. Pray that it heals quickly, as you have been, for Dance Dance Revolution (StepManiaX) 's sake! I am also glad to know that you have been alright. The nice thing to do was to check up on you, of course, seeing how long it'd been. Happy belated Birthday! I'm relieved that that went well for you. Sometimes chilling really is what is best for the soul. Take this, a late present of sorts. :-)

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wexhappyxfew · 3 months ago

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Hi Shannon!!

Just wanted to check in and say happy October! 🎃 I hope you are doing well and that STEM is not making your life too crazy.

Also, just a fun question, what are you most excited to write? I know you have your Rosie fic in the works, but is there a specific prompt or fic that you are especially looking forward to?

Again, I hope you are taking time to take care of yourself and know that we readers appreciate you!!🍁🍂

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HELLO SUNSHINE ANON!!!! :D

thank you so much for checking in! apologies that it has taken me a few days to get back to you - my weeks are quickly becoming VERY busy and i am finding that i have slim-to-no time to be on here much during the week :( BUT, i get to have some time on fridays and weekends which is very nice! and thank you for the well wishes for october! must say....i am incredibly excited for the 'ber months haha! best time of the year in my opinion lol! :) (i must say, the STEM life is indeed making my life crazy, but im learning to manage it haha!)

OOOOOO this is a good question!!! you're right! i have quite a lot of ideas and current prompts sitting in the inbox to tackle (which thank you ALL for, if you've sent something in, i've seen it and appreciate it SO MUCH!). i would say that judy/rosie 3-parter piece has been in the works for months at this point, so im excited to finally get that going. im also excited to explore some more writing with the not-as-heavily-written couples such as Paulina x Hambone, Vivian x Blakely, and Margie x Benny. quite literally, the ideas + a few prompts for them have been staring me in the face, so i would definitely say i am excited to get to explore those two couples. BUT - i am excited to dig in deeper with my really fleshed out duos as well.

i have a paulina x hambone prompt that excites me a WHOLE lot - mainly on the celebration of dye's 25th mission + a whole lot of banter, commentary, a sneak-peak into other friendships/duos/relationships and a whole lot of pauli stagliano being the chaotic queen she is haha!

thank you SO MUCH for your kind message truly. ive been doing my best with self-care recently, especially since im applying to grad school this semester, but it has definitely been a big challenge i will say. i am enjoying free moments when i can, and trying balance life and all the fixings the best i can, too. so truly, this message means so much to me. i can't thank you enough :)

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opalesense · 4 years ago

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um um hiii! im like literally in l o v e with ur writing, especially the diluc and kaeya stories (im such a simp omg) and was wondering if you could do some more diluc x reader x kaeya nsfw—

ofc you can ignore this but ty if you consider it!! stay hydrated and safe ily <3

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diluc x f!reader x kaeya (NSFW)

6.5k words • ~40 min. read

summary: after a tense night at the tavern, kaeya accidentally forgets his belongings and comes back to see you and diluc having an intimate moment – or maybe it wasn’t an accident...

warnings: slight degradation, a lot of jealousy!! drama!!

notes: reader is in a relationship with diluc beforehand just to switch things up a little from my last fic! also this fic favors diluc a lot more so diluc simps come get your juice ;D thanks for waiting anon ily too <3 i’m so sorry this took so long T_T

SPENDING WEEKEND NIGHTS AT THE TAVERN was not uncommon for you. In fact, whether you were in the mood to drink or not, one of the main reasons you frequently visited the bar was to keep Diluc company, who greatly appreciated the effort you put into making sure he didn’t feel alone while he worked. Evenings with the two of you were often spent idly chatting while he served drinks, which surely kept his spirits up throughout the longer and busier nights. Customers usually commented about how Diluc always seemed to have a grin on his face when you were around, unlike some other nights where his deadpan expression often intimidated the people of Mondstadt and subsequently intimidated the customers themselves.

That didn’t stop business from booming, of course. As long as the alcohol was good and quickly served, customers couldn’t care less about how intimidating Diluc could be. Neither would they care about how he would sneak some free drinks to your seat across the bar if you asked for it, or how he would shyly rest his hand on top of yours if the night was slow and no one was paying attention.

In the end, on weekend nights when you were sitting in your favorite seat at the bar that was conveniently never taken no matter how busy the night was (or maybe not so convenient, since Diluc always made sure to secretly reserve it when the weekend rolled around), people knew never to bother the two of you. After all, on nights when Diluc was happy, he gave spectacular service to bargoers, who decidedly took advantage of this hospitality and thus visited Angels Share more often knowing the atmosphere was better if you were there.

But of course, as soon as a certain blue haired customer walked into the establishment to take his long awaited night off of the week, Diluc couldn’t help but shake his head at you and sarcastically remark, “Well, here comes trouble...”

“What, are you not happy to see me, brother?” After placing his belongings down, Kaeya took his seat next to you and shot you a friendly grin to briefly acknowledge your presence. “I’ve been coming here after work almost every night for so long – have you finally gotten tired of me already?”

Diluc rolled his eyes and began making a Death After Noon for his brother, already knowing the specific bittersweet flavor he likes without Kaeya needing to ask. “Come to think of it, it’s about time I take off that family discount of yours, I’ve been too nice to you these past months.”

Kaeya crossed his arms as he leaned forward on the counter with a scoff. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I need financial compensation for the headache that you induce whenever you’re in the same vicinity as me,” Diluc joked as he finished making the drink then set it in front of Kaeya, who took the glass with a pout and turned to face you.

“You hear this guy? Financial compensation... as if he needs it, being the richest jerk in all of Mondstadt to date.”

“Watch your tone, idiot,” Diluc snapped back as he turned to serve another awaiting customer.

There was no doubt that the two seemed to get along quite well as of late. At first it was almost as if they were both trying to impress you by showing you that they could be nice to each other as per your request, but as time passed, competition turned into a slow realization of having genuine concern for each other, and the brothers have been on the road to reconciliation ever since. Even when Diluc ended up being the one to completely sweep you off your feet and steal your heart, Kaeya never showed any opposition and even encouraged your relationship. “Despite everything, you truly deserve her, ‘Luc,” you overheard him reassure Diluc months ago after admitting defeat in their competition.

There was no doubt that you loved Diluc more than anything. He provided you with everything you could ever ask for, from emotional support and material things to overwhelming satisfaction in the bedroom. But at the back of your mind, especially on slightly tipsy nights such as this one, lies a certain lingering thought about that certain blue haired brother. Was it so bad to fantasize about being pressed between the two? Was it so bad to imagine the feeling of being fondled and manhandled by both of them at the same time? Was it so bad to be at least curious about being shared between the two?

You took a sip of your free drink as you stared blankly at the dents on the wooden counter.

Maybe it is bad, you thought.

After all, if Diluc mentioned that he wanted a threesome with someone else, you wouldn’t exactly be ecstatic about it.

That’s why you would never mention these fantasies to either of them, despite trusting them both with all of your secrets after being close with them for so long. You were scared of how Diluc would react to your curiosity. You were scared he would get the wrong impression and that your relationship would come tumbling down as a consequence of your little fantasy.

Maybe it is bad.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Kaeya snapping his fingers in front of your face. His head was tilted to the side as if he were trying to meet your downturned gaze. “Hey. Did I lose you? What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“I was just lost in thought,” you ignored the subtle compliment and averted your eyes from the counter to look at Kaeya’s face, the shadows of the dimly lit tavern casting on him at the perfect angle to show off his features. You had to admit he was handsome - hell, all of Mondstadt surely thought so too. You glanced around nervously looking for Diluc to see a glimpse of his fiery hair heading up the stairs to the second floor, presumably to serve a table. He was understaffed today, you remember him saying.

“What were we talking about again?” you asked Kaeya, a little dazed and confused, overwhelmed by the reality of the moment. The clinking of glasses throughout the tavern, the bard playing the lyre in the corner, and the large group of rowdy men at a nearby table flooded your senses, leaving you a bit dizzy with no help at all from the alcohol. He simply laughed, gazing down as he swirled his own drink in his glass then met your eyes once more.

“I was asking how you and Diluc have been,” his sharp stare contrasted with his soft grin as the currently sober man turned his stool to completely face you. There was intention in his eyes, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what those intentions were. “I know he doesn’t like to catch up with small talk so I don’t like to bother asking him about what’s new.”

With the heel of your boot you decided to turn your stool to face him as well. Your knees were less than an inch away from touching his, which made you internally flustered given the fantasy you were just thinking about. You tried your best to keep your eyes on his face, ignoring his exposed skin just under his neck. He tilted his head back and took a sip of his drink then continued. “Besides, I enjoy talking to you more than him anyway.”

You could see right through him in this moment. Or at least, you thought you could. Maybe you were overthinking it, but you swore you could see his sapphire eyes slowly trail from your eyes down your body all the way to your grazing knees then dart back up again.

Maybe it was bad. Maybe it was the lighting.

“We’ve been doing good,” you nodded, studying his face more. “He’s been a lot happier recently since the two of you have been getting along more. Don’t tell him I told you that, though,” you leaned in slightly with a wink.

Kaeya let out a low chuckle at that and looked down at his glass again, taking a moment to form his next words. With a nod, he let out a sigh of relief. “That’s great. You’ve been looking a lot happier too, I can tell.”

“Oh? How exactly can you tell? We haven’t seen each other in a while,” you crossed your legs, feeling defensive, which accidentally brushed his in the process. You quietly apologized and he slightly lifted his hand up to excuse you.

“Oh, it’s nothing too crazy. It’s just the glow in your face and the pep in your step when I see you on the streets while I’m out patrolling. Seems like Diluc’s got one happy girl,” he tilted his head back for another sip, and for a moment, you saw his genial smile drop as he set his glass back down on the counter. But as quickly as he let go of his façade , he quickly masked his intentions again with a chuckle.

He seemed a little jealous, you thought. But before you could fully form a thought around that idea, Diluc came back with a tray in hand, empty glasses and mugs balancing on top of his palm. He carefully placed each of them into the sink and got to work on washing then drying them.

“How have you been, Kaeya?” he said with his back turned towards you both, “You weren’t flirting with my [Y/N] while I was gone, were you?”

“How could I do such a thing?” Kaeya huffed, seemingly offended. “Put some more faith in me, brother.”

Diluc turned around with a glass in hand, drying it with a rag and initially focusing his attention on Kaeya. You watched as the two stared at each other across the bar for a few moments, the air suddenly getting thicker as they both emanated a strange seriousness, almost as if they were arguing telepathically. Diluc’s intense stare burned into Kaeya’s cold expression, his arms tensing up so much that you thought he was going to break the glass in his hands. It was a little scary to witness how quickly the mood could change in only a few minutes, and feeling a little uncomfortable, you decided to stand up and make your way to the second floor balcony for some fresh air, away from the loud atmosphere of the main room and even further away from whatever random feud the brothers sparked up tonight.

The crisp air was meditative. It was soothing to stand on the balcony, leaning over the rail and staring into the night sky, letting your mind wander. Your days were often bustling with work and interacting with people so it was very rare to have a moment like this to yourself. At first, you figured it would be best to go back downstairs – after all, it had been a week since you’ve talked to Kaeya and it would be nice to catch up with your friend. But you weren’t sure why the mood was suddenly so tense, especially since nothing had really happened and as much as you knew how Diluc was protective over you, you felt like he was overreacting.

As you took slow sips of your drink, savoring the taste and gazing upon the night life of Mondstadt below, seconds turned into minutes, then minutes turned into an hours, and soon the moon had settled into the midnight sky and the tavern was nearing its closing time. You hadn’t realized that so much time had passed until Kaeya, who was usually the last customer to leave the tavern, whistled towards you from below as he was walking home, waving to get your attention then finally turning away and bidding farewell.

“Darling,” you heard a familiar voice behind you as you were waving back to Kaeya, “Did I do something to upset you?”

You turned to see a clearly apologetic Diluc standing in the balcony doorway, his arms crossed and hair messily thrown up into a ponytail. “Why didn’t you come back inside? We were waiting for you,” he quietly asked as he slowly approached you.

He placed his hands on your waist and pressed his forehead against yours while rubbing small circles into your sides with his thumbs. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he gladly returned with several more gentle kisses across your face, humming slowly and patiently waiting for your response.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Diluc. I really just needed some fresh air. I’ve felt a little overwhelmed all night and didn’t notice how much time passed,” you muttered.

You were telling half the truth.

You didn’t want to admit that you thought Diluc was being a little overdramatic, and you certainly didn’t want to tell him that you were overwhelmed with the thought of being touched by him and his brother at the same time. Some things are better left unsaid.

Maybe that was bad. Maybe white lies were okay, only for now.

He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before nodding as he processed your words. “Let’s get you warmed up back inside, you must have been freezing out here.”

“I didn’t think this is what you meant by getting warmed up,” you softly giggled in between passionate kisses as his bare, warm hands traveled up your top to eventually pull the entire damned thing off. He tossed it off to the side mindlessly before unbuttoning his own uniform top and letting it drape next to yours over the bar stool it landed on.

“I’ve had a long night,” he trailed the kisses down to your neck, gently biting enough to only leave subtle marks and murmuring against your skin. He lifted you up onto the counter to get better leverage over you, slowly spreading your legs apart then continuing the kisses down your collarbone. “And you look so beautiful tonight, I can’t help myself.”

“Just make it quick, okay?” you nervously looked at the window behind him which allowed the moonlight to illuminate the already darkened bar but also allowed anyone who felt like peering in to clearly see the two of you getting touchy in the tavern. You let him press up against you regardless, feeling his bulge grind against your clothed hips desperately. “What if someone sees?” you whispered, teasing him with the idea of getting interrupted and caught, which you knew annoyed him to the core.

“Good,” he paused for a moment to look up at you, his hungry eyes burning into your memory. “Let them see that you’re clearly mine.”

Your heart throbbed at this sudden possessiveness and with a naughty smirk, you decided to give up the innocent act. With a few swift movements, the rest of your clothes were ripped off until you were half naked, the only remaining bit of modesty you had being the underwear that clinged to your skin until Diluc eventually pulled that off too, exposing you fully to him.

“So beautiful,” he sighed as he kneeled down in front of you, pulling your hips towards him then pinning your knees to the counter as he lowered his head to your aroused cunt. “And all mine.”

You couldn’t help but let out quiet, staggered breaths as he immediately wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking and nibbling on the sensitive nub as his eyes remained glued to yours. “All y-yours,” you reaffirmed, which made him hum in appreciation.

He had never considered fucking you in the tavern before, especially since he rarely had the establishment all to himself for a shift, but just this once, he was happy he was understaffed tonight. All the frustrations he had endured this evening, from the annoying table on the main floor to bickering with Kaeya about things that didn’t seem to matter anymore led to this very moment where he hungrily licked your wet folds, burying himself into the sound of your hesitant moans and feeling himself harden by the second.

“P-Please fuck me already,” you breathlessly begged, “Please, Diluc, hurry…”

“Cum for me first,” his low voice muttered into your aching cunt, making your legs quiver, “Show me how much you really want it.”

The whine that escaped your throat was suddenly replaced with a gasp as Diluc pushed two fingers into you, immediately setting a quick pace and pressing into your sweet spot. “Cum for me, darling,” he let go of the grip on your leg to stand up and hover over your torso, leaning closer to your face and snaking his free hand up your back. “Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.”

“D-Diluc…!” you whimpered with a pout, which earned a hum of disapproval from him.

“Master Diluc,” he sternly reminded you, shifting his fingers into you quicker, causing your brain to malfunction as you began to tighten around him.

“M-Master…! I’m…!”

“Go on,” he ran his fingers through your scalp and grabbed a handful of hair, leaning down to kiss you and muffle your moans of pleasure as you finally reached your climax, gushing around his fingers and trembling at his touch. You whimpered in his mouth, muscles slightly spasming still as you started to calm down from your high and feel his fingers slowly pull out of you. While keeping his grip on your hair, he let go of the kiss and stuck out his tongue against his fingers, licking your fluids in front of you and smiling in satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he said as he revelled in his favorite taste. You watched as he lapped up all the fluids, the mixture of cum and saliva glimmering on his fingers under the light of the moon through the window.

Speaking of which, you weren’t sure if it was the way you were slightly tipsy or perhaps the heat of the moment deceiving you, but through Diluc’s messy locks and shiny fiingers, you swore you saw a glimpse of a familiar shade of blue through the window. It was unmoving, sure, but it was there nonetheless, and it wasn’t there the last time you looked through the glass.

Maybe it was bad.

Maybe it was Kaeya.

Horror sunk into your chest for a fleeting moment, but you blamed it on the alcohol, and the way you were thinking about Kaeya and Diluc so much within the past few hours. Besides, all the thoughts you were having about the strange color in the window were replaced by the way Diluc unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the other still intertwined in your hair, then freed his cock and let it rest on your stomach as he slowly laid you down across the counter. He pulled you towards him once more so your head could rest on the wood, his hair-tangled hand acting as a cushion while his elbow took its place beside you so he completely caged you in. “Be quiet for me, okay? We don’t want to wake all of Mondstadt this late at night…”

“I’ll be good,” you promised him, letting your hands travel down to feel his length resting on your skin. It had some weight to it as you lifted it, and as if you two were mentally in perfect sync, he pulled his hips back to let you position the tip at your entrance.

Excitement boiled in your stomach as he slowly inched his hips forward, pushing his cock into you little by little, stretching your walls apart by the seams. Your mouth went agape with the sheer stretch alone and fighting the urge to moan had never been more difficult. Instead, the only sounds that filled the silent room was Diluc’s heavy breath as he closed his eyes from the way you wrapped around him so well, the gentle gasps and whimpers from you as he bottomed out and nearly hit your cervix, then the sudden rhythmic slapping of skin as he began to pound into you with no warning.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the rush of pleasure that came with the rolling of his hips into yours. It was so difficult to keep quiet, so hard not to at least whimper and give tiny moans here and there as he fucked you silly on that bar counter, but he couldn’t care less since he told you to be quiet and expected you to follow suit. You knew that. He instead opted to gently wrap his hand on your throat without applying pressure – simply as a warning.

You couldn’t control your orgasm even if you wanted to. The way he stared into your eyes so desperately while his cock kissed your cervix repeatedly made you lose control so easily, and he took advantage of the way you tightened around him by fucking into you harder. Faster. Deeper.

“You’re so fucking good, darling,” his hazy eyes glanced down to your lips with the intent to lean down for a kiss. “You’re–“

A loud knock on the door startled the two of you enough for Diluc to stop his thrusts and look up towards the source of the noise, a few red strands of hair draping over your face and tickling your cheek. He stared intensely at the door, pushing into you again at snail speed as he waited for an indicator of who was the culprit of the noise.

Another knock sent a jolt up your spine – or maybe it was the way Diluc snapped his hips into you once then slowly pulled back to drag out the pleasure. With a frustrated huff, he decided to tighten the pressure around your neck and pound into you at the relentless speed he set before, quietly shushing you when you initially gasped in surprise.

After one more knock, Diluc lost his patience. It was his greatest pet peeve of interruption becoming a reality. “We’re closed!” his voice boomed loudly so the person on the other side of the door would surely hear him, startling you at the sudden break of silence. Clearly frustrated, he pounded into you faster, chasing his pleasure, knowing that he would need to deal with whoever was bothering the two of you this late at night and wanting to quickly reach his release before then.

“It’s me,” both of your eyes widened at the familiar voice, “I forgot my stuff at my seat, could you let me in real quick?”

Diluc turned his gaze down past your head to see that, as a matter of fact, Kaeya’s belongings were still at his seat from earlier. His eyebrow twitched as he quickly pulled himself off of you, leaving you quietly gasping for air and clenching around nothing.

“Get under the counter,” he whispered so quietly that you just barely heard him, “Don’t move a muscle.”

Following his command, you made you way under the counter, nestling your naked body next to a cabinet of liquor as you watched Diluc button his pants and loosely put his shirt back on, buttoning it while he walked around the bar towards the door. At that point, all you could do was listen to a set of keys jingle as he unlocked the tavern door and a gust of cold air rushed through the entrance, strong enough that you shivered behind the counter and hugged your knees to retain warmth.

“Get your things then get out,” Diluc bluntly greeted Kaeya, who chuckled in response.

“Aw, why the sudden hostility again?” you heard slow footsteps approach the bar, sending your heart racing with anxiety, “And why the disheveled appearance? Oh, let me guess–“

“Get your things. Then get out,” Diluc said more sternly. You could recognize that tone from anywhere. He was furious.

“But let me guess first! Judging by the way the tavern is still a mess, I know you weren’t cleaning up the place just now. And by the way your clothes are so messily put together even though they were so neat and tidy earlier, as well as the sweat on your forehead… Oh, don’t tell me I interrupted something intimate, dear brother!”

You didn’t need to see him to know that Diluc’s jaw was tensed, unable to form a response out of pure annoyance and frustration. And still, Kaeya pressed his buttons.

“You were fucking her real good,” he teased after waiting for a response and getting nothing from Diluc, ”I could hear it from outside the door.”

“I fucking hate you,” was all Diluc could say in response. He didn’t actually mean it, you knew this, but he was beyond irritated.

Kaeya shuffled to grab his belongings by his seat and turned to face the door. But as if he weren’t being petty enough, he reached into his bag for something and suddenly tossed it behind him – his house keys, which landed behind the bar right next to your feet. Your eyes widened at this. You swore you stopped breathing even if you didn’t mean to.

“I think I might have left something behind the counter too, mind if I check?”

The silence that followed was unbearable, even if it only lasted a few seconds. All of the sudden, your heart began to pound out of your chest, not only because of sheer fear and anxiety, but also because of the possibility that Kaeya would see you so vulnerable behind that counter, naked and hugging your knees, waiting for someone to hold you and ‘warm you up.’ Maybe he already did see you through that window. Maybe it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you.

“Okay, I’m sorry, Diluc, maybe I’ve gone too far–“

“No,” Diluc interrupted him, “Go ahead. Go get your keys.”

What?

“Seriously?” Kaeya scoffed in disbelief.

What are you doing, Diluc?

“Go on.”

What’s happening?

“‘Luc, I know she’s there, I’m just messing with you–“

“No, Kaeya,” Diluc turned to close the tavern door and lock it, “I know you’ve been eyeing her since the very beginning, even before I came along. I’m not even mad, I just feel sorry for you. I feel sorry that I took away someone you wanted so badly and that you haven’t been able to move on since.”

Diluc took a few steps towards the speechless brother and lowered his voice, still maintaining the same intensity and dragging out his words. “So why don’t you go behind the counter and get your fucking keys? While you’re there, you might as well fuck my girlfriend with me too, since you want her attention so badly.”

The room froze in time, only for a moment. Thoughts began to flood your mind – why would Diluc say that, especially since he was usually very protective over you? Should you refuse to let Kaeya see you, or let it happen? After all, it’s not like you weren’t at least a little bit curious how this situation would unfold...

While you sat in the corner naked and trembling, you held back your breath and listened to Kaeya’s footsteps slowly drag across the wooden floor, the creaking getting closer and closer until he was in your peripheral vision. “Diluc,” he immediately turned away once he saw you sitting there, exposed and cold, then let out a disgruntled sigh.

“Come now, Kaeya,” Diluc stepped in front of him to enter the bar and suddenly grab your arm, lifting you up with no hesitation and making you gasp in embarassment. He pinned your arms behind your back and turned to make you face Kaeya, whose eyes were glued to the opposite wall out of a little bit of respect. “How about we make this a competition, since you seem to love competing so much?”

“Diluc,” you whimpered as you tried to struggle out of his grasp with no success, which you didn’t complain about because a part of you wanted to unravel this situation even further. “Please…”

“Please what, darling?” he muttered into your ear from behind, “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve been pining for him too.”

“N-No, of course not,” you whined, “I just…”

Maybe it was bad.

Maybe it was bad, but you were going to do it anyway.

You pressed yourself against his hips, gently grinding on his erection and letting out small whimpers. Just like Diluc, you hated being interrupted and couldn’t exactly think straight. All of this petty arguing didn’t matter to you, especially since you wanted them both from the beginning either way. In an attempt to admit your secret without explicitly saying it, you mustered up the courage to mutter, “Please, both of you, stop fighting and just… fuck me…”

Diluc tightened his grip around you with a grin, letting out a low scoff. “Slut. I knew you were a slut,” your eyes widened and stomach burned in excitement at the sudden degrading nickname he called you, “I bet you’ve been thinking about something like this for a while, haven’t you?”

You sheepishly nodded as he slowly pushed you back onto the counter, this time laying you on your stomach and bending you over. “I won’t deny that I’ve been thinking about the same thing lately,” he started to unbutton his top again as you raised an eyebrow at this new information. He huffed with annoyance as he unbuttoned his pants and turned his head to the dumbfounded brother across the bar. “Kaeya, either grab your keys and go or stay here and keep her mouth occupied. I’ll let you decide – just make it quick and quit standing there.”

With your head dangling off the counter, you watched as Kaeya slowly turned around to face the two of you, studying the scene for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. As if he finally made a decision, he put down his belongings again, took off his vest, and made his way across the counter, his hips only a foot away from your face. Meanwhile, Diluc had already freed his cock once more, keeping one hand on your restricted arms and using the other to prod your entrance with his tip. The excitement was overwhelming, coursing through your veins as you watched Kaeya slowly unbutton his pants as well with a bit of reluctance.

“Please hurry, Kaeya,” you softly begged, hoping to encourage him to quit holding back since it was obvious he was being overly shy, “Please, I want this so bad…”

“I’m sure you do, darling,” he adopted the pet name from Diluc, “But I like seeing you so needy for me when I’m moving slow like this.”

Letting out an impatient growl, Diluc grabbed onto your hips as he sheathed his cock with your cunt all at once, making you mewl and sigh at the feeling of being full again. He began rolling his hips deeply just as he did before he was so rudely interrupted, never failing to maintain his quick rhythm and making your brain short circuit.

With his slender fingers, Kaeya held your chin in his hand, lifting your face up to look at his and grinning once he saw how your mind was lost as you burned with pleasure. He stared at your flushed cheeks and panting mouth, comparing it to the usual calm and composed demeanor you always seemed to have. He smirked, rubbing a small circle into your chin with his thumb. “So this pretty, helpless face is what Diluc gets to see every single day? I’m very jealous, brother.”

That comment only made Diluc pound into you harder, his weight shifting into his arm to pin you down further. “Cry about it,” he mocked.

Ignoring the comment, Kaeya only pressed his lips together in a pout to tease you, slowly taking out his cock which made your mind boggle at the sheer size of it. He was just as deliciously large as Diluc was, and as he began to stroke it in front of your face, secretly admiring the sight of you being fucked senseless by his brother, you couldn’t help but feel like you were melting in the presence of such dominating forces hovering over you. Without second thought, you left your mouth agape, letting your tongue stick out in a wordless way of telling him you wanted to take him, to satiate your hungry desires that you hid for quite some time now.

“Eager, are we?” Kaeya didn’t seem to ever shut up his teasing, “I was just going to stand here and enjoy the show, but if you really want it that badly…”

One hand on your chin turned into one thumb in your mouth, which you received gratefully nonetheless. He let you suckle sweetly on his finger, cooing at how pathetic you looked drooling all over it when he hadn’t done anything yet. All the while Diluc let go of your folded arms and instead used both hands to firmly grip your ass and pound into you deeper, the sound of slapping skin filling up the room along with his shaky breaths now and then.

A whimper escaped your throat as you looked up at Kaeya’s face, He didn’t need to hear you say the words to know that you were quietly begging for a taste of him by looking at him so innocently, and as such, your wish was his command. He took a step forward to nestle the head of his cock into your mouth, his thumb still on your tongue to make you open up wider and let you salivate over the taste of his skin until he slowly began pushing himself deeper, watching your gag reflex just to find out you were taking him in quite nicely. His heart was aching with jealousy that Diluc was so lucky to have you all to himself, but nonetheless, once he fully bottomed out inside of your throat that he had to remove his finger to fit properly, he saw this as an opportunity to enjoy himself and sighed in pleasurable relief.

Kaeya’s hands found their place on both sides of your head as he slowly fucked your throat, wanting to relish in the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him, holding back coughs and tears. It was a painfully delightful contrast to the way Diluc was relentlessly abusing your aching hole from the other side of the counter, letting out his pent up frustrations of the night in the form of deep thrusts and shameless pants. Kaeya couldn’t help but leave quiet moans here and there as well while he slowly pushed himself in and out of your mouth, filling your throat up with his entire length just to pull back with a sigh then do it again.

Eventually, Kaeya became more comfortable with picking up the pace, watching as Diluc’s slammed his hips into yours and yearning for a similar feeling. His hands traveled through your scalp, tangling through your hair messily as he leaned in to fuck into your mouth with more intent. You hummed sweetly as Kaeya finally stopped holding back, giving into the pleasure and matching Diluc’s rough pace. The feeling of the two of them ignoring their feud and instead taking out their frustrations on you made your insides twist and knot together knowing that after so long, your fantasies have come to light – or rather, they came to this dimly lit tavern in the middle of the night.

Diluc was the first to release himself in you, filling your drenched cunt with his seed and controlling his staggering breaths as he fucked you slowly to calm down from his high. It made you needy to hear his low groans in their fullest volume, but you knew that that had to be saved for different circumstances. His fingers that dug into your skin so intensely gently lifted off of you has he wiped the slight sweat off his forehead and simultaneously looked up to watch Kaeya fucking your throat. If he hadn’t been so exhausted from work tonight, he would’ve secretly loved to invite Kaeya for another round, knowing how tightly your cunt wrapped around him the second Kaeya started touching you.

Shortly after, Kaeya finally reached his own release too, letting your nose nestle in his trimmed blue hair as he dumped his cum into your throat unceremoniously. His chest slowly rose and fell with each deep breath he took, trying to control himself as he felt you attempt to swallow his seed while he was still inside you. The feeling drove him crazy and craving for more, but as he averted his gaze from you to look at Diluc on the other side, a wave of regret and jealousy washed over him knowing that this was probably going to leave him off on bad terms with his brother – again.

But much to his dismay, as he slowly pulled out of you, Diluc only laughed. He laughed wholeheartedly as he gently caressed your waist, soothing you while you gasped for air. Kaeya stood there confused on the sudden lightheartedness in the air, tucking himself back into his pants and getting ready to leave as soon as possible, slightly ashamed for indulging in such an impulsive moment of vulnerability for you and Diluc.

“Not so fast,” Diluc spoke the first words after the long period of silence once Kaeya started to pick up his belongings, “You’re forgetting your keys.”

With the help of Diluc, you slowly lifted yourself up to lay on your back, keeping your legs spread and incoherently mewling for more. Diluc only grinned at this, shushing you with a gentle look and caressing your thigh as he briefly saw his cum pooling on the counter. Kaeya nervously glanced at you before entering the bar and walking towards his keys next to Diluc’s foot, grabbing them, then standing back up with an averted gaze. The poor boy was so nervous, but you had to admit he tasted so good.

Diluc placed a reaffirming hand on Kaeya’s shoulder, making Kaeya lift his head and look into his eyes. The two shared a moment of eye contact, communicating a shared sense of apology to each other. Maybe it was bad at first, but regardless of how much they seemed to be at each others throats, they always seemed to make amends in the end.

“Okay, get out,” Diluc bluntly said, which followed with hurried footsteps towards the door and a quick, “Alright, alright, I’m leaving!” from Kaeya. The exchange made you laugh, but once Kaeya was finally gone and Diluc had locked the door behind him, you were beginning to get antsy.

“So,” Diluc trailed his eyes up and down your trembling body still splayed out on the counter, “would you, by chance, ever be interested in doing that again? Just the three of us?”

“I want to so badly,” you breathlessly admitted, replaying the past half hour in your head and letting the memory brand into your mind. “Please, Master?”

He thought about it for a moment then grinned.

“I’ll think about it. As long as you know you belong to me in the end, maybe another round with him wouldn’t be so bad.”

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sunflowergirl522 · 3 years ago

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Wanda’s Brother

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Requested by Anon: I was wondering if you’d ever consider writing a piece based on Cates Brother by Maisie peters about Peter/Pietro where the reader is Wandas friend i could work with the Peter being from the xcu and Wanda and reader being from the mcu rather than Canada

Word count: 2618

Masterlist

It was a Halloween party you threw at the Avengers compound when you first met him. It was one of those parties where everyone showed up to it which was rare. Tony brought Pepper and Morgan, Peter brought his aunt May, Sam flew his sister and her kids up to come, even Happy had shown up and was having a good time. You spent your time bouncing from friend to friend, you were just ending a conversation with Bucky and Steve when you spot Wanda and Vision across the room.

“Wanda! Vis!” You grab them both a drink on your way over to them.

“Y/n! You really went all out with the webs this year.”

“Oh those were all Peter, he was a huge help putting it all together.” You shrug and point your thumb over your shoulder. “How was your weekend?” They had gone on some sort of trip that caused them to miss game night.

“Oh, it was amazing.”

“We went to see some of Wanda’s family.”

“Family? But I thought you said you lost your mom and dad. And I was there when…” You trail off not wanting to think of the battle in Sokovia when you lost the friend you quickly made in Pietro.

“Do you remember my theories on the multiverse?” Your eyes widen slightly while you nod at Vision while Wanda glances around the room. “Well turns out some of them are true and we met this woman, Agatha, who can travel and send people through universes.”

“Oh, I found him! Y/n did you meet my brother? He’s been wandering around.” She waves someone over while she speaks.

“No I didn’t.” You hadn’t seen anyone that looked like Pietro. That is until you spot the man who appears next to Wanda with a gust of wind following him. The moment you lay your eyes on him your heart thumps hard in your chest and even though you’ve never met this man in your life you feel like you know him.

“What’s up sis?” His arm wraps around Wanda's shoulders and the way she smiles at being called sis fills you with warmth.

“Pietro, meet my best friend. Y/n this is my brother Pietro.”

“Y/n?” Peter mumbles to himself, his eyes going wide as they take you in. His arm drops and he has to stop himself from taking a step forward and making sure you’re real. His Y/n was dead, lost during a mission gone wrong but here you were.

“Are you for real Wanda’s brother? I’m not being like punked right now am I?”

“I mean I don’t know many other powerful mutants like her. Well, okay that’s a lie, I know a decent amount.” He holds his hand out itching to feel your skin on his and see if there’s still sparks like he had with his Y/n. “Hi, I’m Peter though Wanda refuses to call me that.”

“It’s not Pietro?” As the two of your hands met your heart went love him, he’s the one and we shall wed. Your face heats up and goosebumps raise on your arms but you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his own.

“It was before my mom moved us to the states but everyone started calling me Peter and it stuck.” He shrugs while breaking contact even if all he wants to do is pull you into his chest. Your heart speeds up at the smile he shoots you after he speaks.

“Oh. Well, have you met anyone else?”

“I’ve been trying all the different food, haven’t had the time to meet anyone.” His cheeks tinge pink at his confession.

“That’s understandable. When I first joined the team Tony threw a welcome party and I was in the middle of stuffing my face when he tried to introduce me to Cap.” You giggle at the memory and Peter smiles at how much it seems you’re the same as his Y/n was. “If you want I could introduce you to some of the gang. If that’s alright with you Wanda of course! I don’t want to steal your brother away.”

“Please I had to deal with him all weekend, I could use a break.” That wasn’t completely true; she could just sense that the two of you needed each other.

“Shall we?” Peter offers the crook of his elbow out to you and you take it slightly laughing at him.

“We shall.”

The two of you don’t make it around too many people. You introduce him to Sam and Bucky before heading over to the bar where Nat and Yelena were making drinks and end up staying there. You two get sucked into your own little world after the sisters take off. Peter seemed to have a thousand questions to ask you and you listen intently as he talks about the X-Men and the school back home.

“Y/n, Peter, it’s about time we head back to see Agatha to get you home.” Vision interrupts a story Peter was telling about a prank he did on his friend Scott. Your heart drops at the thought of him going back. And so does Peters, he had just gotten you back and now he has to leave.

“Alright Robocop, let me finish my drink and I’ll meet you two outside.” You bite your lip to hold in the laughter that wants to escape while Vision nods and heads back over to Wanda. “Wanna walk me out so I don’t get lost?” Peter downs his drink and stands up holding his hand out to you. You’re quick to abandon your own drink and take his hand leading him to the door.

“So did you enjoy your time tonight?”

“Yeah, it was the best night I’ve had in a long time.” There’s something in his eyes you can’t quite decipher but you can tell he means it. “I forgot for a minute I’d have to go home and that home is so far away.”

“Yeah, I forgot that too. It feels like I’ve known you forever.”

“Ya.”

“Will you be coming back here at all?” As you ask the question the two of you stop just in front of the glass doors and you can see Wanda and Vision waiting.

“Every once and a while definitely but between missions and teaching gym now I don’t have much time. I barely managed to find the time for Wanda and Vision when they showed up out of nowhere.” Your hopes of seeing him again start to go down. “But I want to see you again so I’ll definitely be back.” The two of you share a smile before walking out the door.

“I’ll see you later Wands?”

“Yeah, I’ll be home after we get him back.”

“Alright, bye guys!”

“See you around.” Peter winks at you before grabbing Wanda and zooming off leaving Vision to meet them there.

Wanda ends up going to see him every other weekend taking with her letters from you and bringing back his responses. You don’t see him again until two months after the party and it was just in passing because you had gotten called for a mission with Yelena and Kate. The two of you had exchanged greetings before you broke the news that you wouldn’t be around that weekend. Peter had been let down but tried to not let it show just how much until you were out the doors of the compound giggling at something one of the girls with you said.

“You know,” Wanda says, sneaking up on Peter causing his head to snap her way, “When my Pietro was alive it didn’t take long at all for him to develop a small crush on Y/n.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Peter’s hands clenched into fists.

“Because I can tell that you really care for her already.”

“This is different from just a small crush Wanda.”

“How you don’t even know her.”

“I know her!” He exclaims and then quickly calms down and corrects himself. “Knew her.” Peter sits on the couch in Wanda’s room resting his elbows on his knees and rubs his hands down his face while Wanda sits next to him. “She was amazing, the Y/n in my world, my Y/n.” A sad smile takes its place on his face as he speaks. “We’d go on cinema dates with Scott and Jean, she’s fun and weird and smart and god she could shotgun a beer like no other. I loved her but I lost her, we all did. Something happened on a mission and I wasn’t there to save her. God I should’ve been there.” He sniffles and scrubs his eyes before looking at his sister from another world. “I thought all hope of ever loving someone again was gone, until you showed up and you brought me to your friend's party and I saw her. Your Y/n. She’s so much like the girl I knew but she’s also so beautifully different. It’s like I’m getting to meet and fall in love with her all over again. And I don’t think I will ever be able to thank you enough for giving me this chance.”

“Stay here for the summer.”

“What?”

“You’ll be done teaching right? See about staying in this universe with us, with her. I know Y/n and sure she could fall for you with letters and the random times you’re here but, she’ll need you to be here. Quality time is very much her love language, so if you’re both going to fall in love you’re going to have to be here.”

“Why help me?”

“When I lost Pietro I felt as lost as you did when you lost your Y/n. He was my world, the only person I had left. If it weren’t for Vis and Y/n I would probably be in that dark place I was in. You’re my brother Peter, you are now and you would be even if I still had Pietro. I love you and want what’s best for you and I want what’s best for Y/n. And I know that’s you.” Peter pulls Wanda into a bear hug smiling into her shoulder.

Wanda’s visits to see Peter are down to just once a month and everytime you ask her about it she just shrugs and says he’s busy with a smile you can’t decipher. And that means he hasn’t been able to visit either. You’re let down but at least you still have his letters to look forward to. Meanwhile Peters working double time, going on even the smallest of missions to help get the professor in his good graces for when he asks about being gone for the summer.

You don’t see Peter again until June and he shows up with suitcases dragging behind him. You’re sitting on the patio with Kate drinking your usual Starbucks order after a day out when you see him heading towards you. Your eyes are drawn to him like a moth to a flame and you smile as he bobs his head to whatever is playing through his headphones. His own face breaks out in a smile as he spots you and in a second he’s standing in front of the table.

“Hi.” His grin goes dopey as you laugh at his sudden presence.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” He repeats not fully functioning as he stares at you and how perfect you look in your sundress with the sun shining down on you. Kate laughs at him and it breaks him out of his stupor. “Have you seen Wanda?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s in her room. Why, didn’t she go get you?”

“Nah Vision did.”

“What’s with the suitcases?” You gesture to the forgotten luggage where he first spotted you while taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh, I’ll be here all summer.” His words take you by surprise and you start to choke on your drink. “Are you okay?” His eyes fill with worry and he leans down and places a hand on your shoulder. You just nod and wave your hand while you finish your coughing fit.

“You’re here for the whole summer?”

“Yeah.” You beam at him while he gets lost in your widened eyes.

“Y/n you gonna introduce me to your boyfriend or what?” Kate breaks through the moment causing Peter's cheeks to tint.

“Oh, um, he’s not-”

“I’m Peter.” He sticks his hand out for Kate to shake.

“Kate. Are you a troublemaker like our Petey?”

“Who’s to say?” He shrugs with a smirk on his face while he tries to ignore the twinge of jealousy when she says ‘our Petey’ and motioned to include you in it. You chuckle at him and stand up.

“Come on P, I’ll take you to Wanda. Tell Yelena I’m sorry about skipping out today Kate.”

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure she knows you’re bailing on girls day for new Peter!” She yells after you as you head away causing you to roll your eyes.

“Oh, Peter, I was just coming to get you.” Wanda turns a corner almost bumping into the two of you. “I set up the guest room in between Y/n and I for you.”

That summer is the best time of your life. Peter stays basically glued to your side the whole time making sure he got to know who you were closest to, which meant a lot to you. At some point during the summer the two of you became more than friends but not quite lovers. He had basically moved into your room about halfway through his visit. He had claimed it was because he ended up falling asleep while the two of you watched movies anyway but really he just slept better when he was with you. And honestly so did you.

You found yourself thinking about your not there yet relationship while you stood against the wall with Wanda at Peter Parker's birthday party. With the whole different universe thing are you gonna work, gonna hurt, gonna last forever? And if it’s gonna hurt, will it be worth it and will you recover? Peter makes his way back over to you as the speakers play Nirvana.

“Babe, your friends are great!” He’s used the nickname here and there without thinking about it and it flusters you every single time.

“I know!” You smile up at him letting him take your hand in his.

“You mind if I steal her away Wanda?”

“Not at all.”

“Is it too late to blow this popsicle stand?” He whispers in your ear as he leads you away from his sister.

“Nah I was starting to get tired anyway. C’mon we’ll pull the ol’ Irish goodbye.” You tug him out of the room before he grabs you and you’re in your room. When he puts you down you get lost in his brown and don’t even realize you were both leaning in until your noses were touching and you were breathing each other's air. Your lips connect and you decide that you don’t ever want to stop kissing him. When the two of you trip and fall onto your bed you both laugh and he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

“Be mine?” He glances down at you while he moves to rest his head on his hand. “I won’t let you down or lead you on.”

“How can I know you’re for sure? It’s only been a summer.”

“Come to my universe to meet my friends and my family.”

“Okay.” You grin at him before pulling him down for another kiss. And now you date Wanda’s brother.

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lightlycareless · 3 years ago

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First, it hurts— Chapter XIII

Naoya Zen’in x Fem!Reader

While arranged marriages are not uncommon in the jujutsu community, it was strange to receive a proposal from none other than the Zen’in’s, nonetheless your clan accepted and before you knew it, you were married off to Naoya.

Your new purpose was clear: to serve and submit, to be seen and not heard. To forget any sense of individuality in favor of obeying your husband.

Will this marriage ever flourish into something else? Will it change…for better or for worse?

Chapter warnings: mentions of arranged marriages, human trafficking, violence, misogyny. But we won't dive into them to great detail.

A/N: Heya everyone! Back at it again with the next chapter 😤! Also, important update, starting from this weekend, I’ll be posting bi-weekly! My business has been a bit more demanding...and wanting to be more consistent with updates, I’ve decided to take the suggestions from anon and start updating every two weeks!

I hope you can understand, as always, I’m eternally grateful for your continuous support 🥺❤

Also, if anyone wants to be in a taglist...I can do that 😎 just let me know.

Now that that’s been dealt with, happy reading!

Masterlist ➸ Chapter 14

Ao3 link.

After days of texting back and forth, trying to find the best time and location to meet up and talk, Gojo Satoru and L/N Hinata finally settled on reuniting at a relatively private, but busy, café in downtown Tokyo.

Their gathering was originally planned to take part at the Gojo estate for the following reasons:

Absolute secrecy was promised at their premises.

The home of the strongest sorcerer in all of Japan had to be heavily guarded, no visitor was allowed entrance without being screened. This meant she would be away from the prying eyes of the Zen’in—your sister eventually assumed they were tracking her every movement — and the oath of secrecy every servant had to undergo when working for them meant their discussions would never leave their walls.

However, the little altercation she suffered for rejecting her engagement with Satoru had left her in an unfavorable position with the Gojo’s. His family no longer wanted to involve themselves with her or your family, and thus, the possibility of entering the place that she’d grown to call her second home , was promptly scratched out.

Nonetheless, her disappointment was quickly replaced by the café Satoru had offered for this occasion.

Hinata was moderately surprised when she read the message where he suggested it; after all, she’d never painted him as the kind of man that would spend his time on an establishment as sophisticated as this one for anyone—unless it was a date. And this certainly wasn’t a date.

She didn’t think much of it, nor did she care what he did in his free time, and instead decided to focus on following the directions provided by him and onto their meeting point.

A new statement arose to the occasion once arriving at the entrance: this was too much for a simple meet-up.

Located on the 5th floor of a business building, the view of the establishment was amazing enough to have her breath hitch at her throat. But what really stood out to her gaze was the decorations.

From a pear-like marble covering every inch of the floor, white walls accompanied with golden accents, to green decorations in the form of plants and furniture—it was obvious that this establishment’s main purpose wasn’t to indulge customers into consuming food or drinks, but rather, a status to brag about. Or what marketers liked to call it: an experience .

Hinata couldn’t help but wonder how the childish and care-free Gojo Satoru, the same one that leaned towards more casual and quick encounters, ended up finding a place like this.

He didn’t need to obtain a higher status, nor did he need to remind others where he stood, he was already prominent in the jujutsu as its strongest sorcerer!

However, he was a playboy , and if there was something he could do to obtain the attention of the female population, he would do it without hesitation. Hinata quickly assumes that he must’ve found this place when looking for the best places to bring a date to. She can even guess the title of the article he stumbled upon.

At least that remained the same throughout the years.

Unfortunately, another trait that persisted was his nasty habit of arriving late.

Ever since he was a child, Satoru had always been labeled as unpunctual. His caretakers were the only ones that managed to somewhat rush him to stay on time, but even they got tired of this extra work they had to perform just because he didn’t feel like taking his responsibilities seriously—and why would he? No one dared to do much against him since he was the strongest and no punishment seems to rattle him.

However, Hinata liked a challenge, and she took it personally to make him arrive on time at least once in his life…to no avail.

No matter the amount of phone calls or texts she made to hurry him up and get ready, he’d never listen. She even went to the extreme of lying about the starting times of certain events, to see if he would actually show up on time. However, he still showed up late . Your sister was never able to fathom the reason nor the way Satoru managed to outsmart her—and for the sake of her mental health, she forced herself to no longer care.

Thankfully, what he lacked in one area, he compensated for in another. Such as informing her he was running late, just as how he’d done minutes earlier when she’d let him know she was already at the café. Satoru acknowledged her message, and urged her to go ahead and ask for the reservation under his name.

[S] I’ll be there in a few minutes, don’t worry ;)

If it wasn’t for his consideration of calling ahead and getting a reservation, Hinata would’ve probably been far more annoyed by his tardiness.

Once checked in by the host, your sister is guided to the back of the restaurant and towards the section where the booths were found—a private but comfortable area to have an important discussion without the fear of someone eavesdropping, as requested.

Hinata is, once again, amused by Satoru’s mindfulness.

“A server will be with you momentarily” The host recites by protocol “Enjoy your stay” She nods, turns on her heel, and heads back towards the entrance to receive the next set of customers. Your sister is left, once again, with her thoughts. And since she was not an avid fan of the waiting game, she took no time to reach out for her cell phone and pull out the last set of messages she received. Sender being none other than your brother.

[R] How’s the meeting going?

The other one who knew of her work, an accomplice of sorts.

Your brother was equally invested in getting you out of the Zen’in estate; he’d initially given Naoya the benefit of the doubt, after all, none of them had any actual relationship with the Zen’in aside from the nasty rumors surrounding them. But after Hinata relayed her sightings during her visit to you, adding his persistent actions in keeping you away, his stance swiftly changed.

However, as much as he wanted to involve himself in your rescue, he had been forced to maintain a low profile, after one of the elders had caught him being…unusually invested in Hinata’s missions, when he should be focusing on his own.

Ran, against his moral standing, lied. Implying that he was only worried that she might’ve been taking extra work, far more than she could handle, and that her state of mind wasn’t in it’s best for she was still affected by your absence.

Thankfully, the man ceased all questioning.

Unfortunately, this forced your brother to remain under the radar, bringing the sour reminder that he couldn’t do much to help you or his sister without his relatives growing wary of his actions. Thus, he took the more passive role of staying behind and informing her of any changes happening inside the estate.

This didn’t mean he couldn’t check in from time to time.

[H] He’s still not here.

[R] Classic Gojo. Have you tried calling him?

[H] Won’t answer. Just texts. Makes me wonder why he has a phone at all.

[R] Should be an easy answer. Just wanted to check in on you, gotta go back to work. Let me know if anything comes out of this meeting.

[H] Will do. Take care.

Hinata is eternally grateful to have such a supporting brother in these tough moments; family is meant to stay together after all. But at the same time…she regrets isolating your father.

After all was said and done, she knew that it wasn’t in his heart to place you in harm's way and had only acted in what he deemed appropriate. But forgiveness wasn’t something she could offer easily, for she still had issues accepting the fact that he’d decided to keep quiet about this whole ordeal.

Having this statement in mind, she decided to keep him in secrecy—besides, his connection with the elders might sabotage whatever advancement she’d managed to do and Hinata could not afford to lose time.

There was so much she could’ve done had she known this occurred.

Hell, she was even ready to offer herself as Naoya’s bride if it meant having you back at the estate.

That wasn’t realistic of course, because it’s been stated from the very beginning that his interest was in you . No one else.

Well...if it wasn’t to stop this marriage from happening, to at least make it smoother for both parties involved.

Naoya’s silence and attempts to cut you off from the rest of the world only meant that whatever he’d done against your family was undoubtedly terrifying—and urgent to solve.

With all the information she managed to gather these past few weeks, she formulated the next theory of events:

One Tuesday morning in the middle of March, The L/N estate receives a letter signed from none other than the Zen’in Clan’s head, Naobito Zen’in.

The subject is clear: arranging a marriage between the Zen’in heir, Naoya Zen’in, to the youngest daughter of the main branch of the L/N clan, you.

Eiichi L/N, your father, immediately rejects the proposal as soon as he finishes reading the letter. However, such decisions are not to be discussed in paper. So as customarily required, your father invites Naobito and Naoya to the L/N estate to a meeting on that week’s Friday afternoon.

Whatever they offered in reconsideration for your hand in marriage was not to his interest, so he proceeded to do what initially intended and rejected them without further consideration.

From that point forward, the Zen’in remained quiet.

That is, around 1 week and a half to 2 weeks later, another letter arrived to the estate. This time, from Naoya himself, asking your father to reconsider his offer.

Your father doesn’t respond, and his actions (or lack of) clearly define his decision: rejection.

Time passes without either party contacting each other and nothing is heard or seen from Naoya, presumably occupied with preparing himself for the upcoming season—for summer is considered the busiest season of the year for sorcerers, and with an ongoing crisis to deal with, there was no time to waste.

Or so, that’s what everyone thought.

Considering the dates given by the staff, where Naoya and Naobito visited the L/N estate to discuss wedding preparations, the time your clan took to prepare the reception, and the actual wedding date, Hinata assumes that Naoya must’ve attacked somewhere in between May and June.

It was the perfect time really, with her and her brother occupied doing missions, and you completely focused on finishing your last months at jujutsu high and subsequent graduation, this was the opportunity he needed to make his moves without anyone noticing.

That’s where her research stops.

Hinata doesn’t have anything else that could guide her to a potential lead, aside from the fact that whatever discussion Naoya and your dad had must’ve occurred outside the estate, for none of the staff recollects seeing your husband around the house before the engagement was officially announced.

And you weren’t there to fill in the gaps in Hinata’s theory either.

Had Naoya attempted to contact you before the wedding? Did he tell you about what he’d done against your family? And most importantly… did you even know?

Your sister hasn't done much investigation regarding the laws protecting your marriage, but she did read somewhere online that depending on the country, a spouse may not be called to testify against their husband if judged for a crime. So even if you held incriminating information against him, you legally wouldn’t be able to do much. Just exactly what she needed.

Without a doubt, Naoya was the #1 suspect.

But even then, Hinata doesn’t believe he was as involved as she initially suspected.

Once cooled down from the intense hatred she felt for Naoya when she last saw you, her judgment cleared up and was able to dissect the Zen’in heir’s personality and possible motivations.

Naoya Zen’in was known for many things. Narcissistic and arrogant are a few of them, but dumb he was not. There was no way he would’ve willingly participated in the commitment of a felony, especially if there was the slight possibility to track him down and taint his family name for good, without careful preparation.

Thus, the next part of her theory unfolds.

He must’ve hired someone. Perhaps a rogue sorcerer or a hitman.

It wasn’t shocking to hear that powerful families and individuals had a directory of shady characters at close distance to call upon when necessary—and sorcerer clans were no different.

When sorcerers decided their ambitions didn’t align with the greater good, they would find ways to utilize their talents in other affairs. From simple divinations and cleanses to straight up murders , they had a multitude of careers to choose from, it all depended on which paid better.

In this scenario, the first option that came into mind was someone who had no problem tossing all morals out the window just to get the job done. Someone capable of dirtying their hands but in an discreet and efficient way, preferably with untraceable energy so as to keep their presence to the bare minimum. Someone who would only ask for money…and nothing else.

There was truly no one else who could fit this profile perfectly but the man that once petrified the whole jujutsu community. A man that was considered a boogie man of sorts, whose name made everyone tremble in fear.

The infamous sorcerer killer .

He would’ve been the perfect candidate—if he wasn’t put out of commission years ago.

The secrecy surrounding the acts perpetrated against your clan was eerily unusual, for these kinds of announcements spread like wildfire amongst members once reported. Their lack of knowledge only meant that whoever was behind this, was much deadlier and stealthier than Toji ever was. Someone of a better caliber with worse intentions…

Could a person like that exist?

No. Of course not.

Regardless of this predicament, the community would’ve known something by now, right?

There would have been whispers about this mysterious character circulating amongst the sorcerers, perhaps even urban legends from civilians hinting that whoever had the misfortune of experiencing this apparition would face a terrible fate.

Unless your family was its first victim.

At that point there was nothing to do but accept the role of whistleblower and gather enough evidence to bring them to the light—no evildoer has been successful in keeping their existence secret from the society they lived in and this would be no different.

There’s always a slip up, a miscalculation. A person at the right place at the right time that would lead to the truth coming out.

However, no amount of hope or good intentions could ensure this would happen soon, nor that there wouldn’t be any more victims.

Hinata shows her frustration with a sigh. Hands traveling up to her forehead as her fingers start to massage her temple, attempting to soothe the rising headache that has already begun to worsen. The common symptoms of overthinking stress.

It had gotten to the point that, no matter how many times she revisited the same statement, she didn’t get anything new.

She feels like she’s missing something . A vital piece of information that would make this whole mystery come together. This reasoning, alongside the fact that his case is threatening to run cold, begin to weigh heavier on her shoulders by the second.

It’s proof that Naoya thought out everything before executing his plan. Maturing from the childish teenager she beat at the exchange event, into a mastermind of sorts—worthy of becoming the head of the Zen’in clan.

Your sister silently pleads to the gods that this meeting with Gojo bears fruit, and if it doesn’t…then to give her strength to endure this difficult path.

After a few seconds of silence, Hinata prepares herself to move onto the next suspect. However, the cheery voice of her friend interrupts her thinking, snapping her back to reality.

“Helloooo Hina-cha~n!” His voice, although a bit embarrassing due to the tone and everyone turning around to see where it came from, seems to melt most of her frustrations away once she realizes that her wait is over—Satoru is finally here.

With a bright grin adorning his face, he is guided to Hinata’s booth by the now flustered host.

Your sister didn’t think much of the latter’s reaction, for it was a common response when a stranger met the oh-so-handsome Gojo Satoru for the first time.

Back in the day this would’ve irritated her, for she had a difficult time understanding how someone could be smitten by him , a goofy man with no consideration of others' time, when there were much better options out there.

But now it amuses her. To the point where she began making private bets amongst her friends to see how long it would take for strangers to ask for his number or make other advances. She wonders if she's already done one or the other.

“Sorry for being late, I had to pick something up before coming here” Satoru explains as he slides into the booth, settling himself directly in front of her.

“On the day I asked you to meet up? How convenient ” Hinata smirks after rolling her eyes. She doesn’t think it's a convincing excuse—he was probably meeting up with someone else before her, not that it was her business, but she at least expected him to be honest.

“But aren’t you excited to see me? It’s been months, no— years since we last saw each other! And I missed you a whooooole lot” The white haired male dramatically exclaims, earning a nervous laugh from your sister.

Hinata doesn’t want to admit it, perhaps out of embarrassment, but she too has missed him. Because even if he frustrates her to no end, he’s still someone she cares about. A friend.

“Would you like something to drink?” Your sister’s thoughts are abruptly stopped by the asking host. Hinata senses the slightest hint of jealousy in her tone —perhaps because she was on the receiving end of Satoru’s affection— as well as the preferential treatment he was getting, for she realized her gaze was solely set on him.

“Have you ordered something yet?” He gestures towards Hinata, completely ignoring the one that asked him.

“No” Your sister gently shakes her head. "Not yet"

“Then let me get you the best thing this place has to offer—you’re gonna love it!”

“Sure, go ahead. I’m starving anyways”

Satoru smiles and looks up to the host. And if she wasn’t flustered enough by this small interaction, the limitless user decides to remove his shades and grace her with his striking blue eyes.

Here we go again your sister thinks upon hearing the host, and a few surrounding customers who had their attention captivated by him as soon as he arrived, gasp.

The woman falters in her words as she tries to maintain a level of professionalism. It was understandable to become intimidated by the presence of a handsome man with unusual features to the point of questioning how a man like him could exist in a world like this—and how lucky she would be if she landed a date with him.

But no amount of sexual appeal could make her forget that bills still needed to be taken care of, so after a few seconds of questioning the basics of his existence, the host recollects herself and motions him to start with his order.

“We’ll get the lunch special” Satoru begins “With chips—or do you prefer salad Hina-chan?”

“I’ll get chips” She responds without second thought “I think I’ve earned them”

“Chip it is!” He doubles down “And that’ll be all, alright?” he winks and the host swoons, face blushing in the brightest red your sister has ever seen.

“Yes! Of course! A server will bring your order in a bit. Thank you~" she cheerfully replies whilst nodding. Eventually, she turns around and retreats to the other section of the restaurant, with your sister thinking she must've gone to set the order herself as a high priority, an example of the preferential treatment Gojo gets by simply existing.

Once the host vanishes out of sight, Hinata's attention goes back to the man in front of her. With no one else around, she is finally able to comment on the first things she noticed upon laying eyes on him.

“Are those new glasses? And what’s with your attire?” she snickers “I feel like I’m at an interview—who would’ve thought you could clean up nicely?”

Contrary to his casual appearance, donned by a jacket, t-shirt and a pair of jeans with his trusty black round shades, he decided to wear a form fitting two piece suit of the color black, with a gray shirt underneath and a black tie.

What an odd selection she muses playfully. Is he meeting with someone else after this? Or did he finally lose his mind?

“Don’t you like it?” he plays with the corners of his jacket's lapels, as if trying to show off. “Got it specially for you”

“For me ?” she replicates in skepticism “I fail to see how this could…be for me?”

“Hmm…really? I thought you liked suits, didn’t you go on a date with someone in a suit?” Satoru prompts his elbow onto the table, resting his face against his palm as he looks attentively at Hinata, whom he noticed was strikingly different from him in her attire.

For this occasion, she decided to wear a long sleeved sweater white white and brown stripes (Which Satoru swears you wore once, probably stolen from your closet), a pair of ripped jeans and white sneakers. A far more casual approach than the business suit he'd decided to wear. He regrets not being able to match with your sister, he really thinks she looks cute.

“With a suit…?” and then, the memory she was looking for flashes through her mind. Her face is filled with disbelief and quickly proceeds to demand an explanation. “Wait—how do you know that?! It was one time and we—have you been stalking me?!” Hinata's mouth falls agape when she cries out her conclusion. It seems Satoru has not been as disconnected as he preached.

“Someone told me! I think it was Shoko who sent me a picture about your little escapade? He seemed like a cool guy, did you two start dating after that?” His last words come out with a twinge of displeasure, almost as if he disliked seeing Hinata move on from him.

This feeling made your sister frown in annoyance, for it was stated that neither had feelings for each other and they were no longer bound to one another. It's clear that this is just another one of his teases, but she fails to notice that behind his jokes, a hint of overprotectiveness hides.

“I–No, we did not” Hinata wasn't one to justify her actions, but perhaps after falling into that sense of familiarity that an old friend provided, she couldn't help but to begin to explain “I didn’t even want to go out with him in the first place, he was just insisting so much that I decided why the hell not . I stopped talking to him soon after that”

“Good. You deserve someone so much better” he shrugs, complacent with her answer.

“Like who? You? “ Hinata retaliates with a huff “Besides, we’re not here for that Satoru! We’re here to discuss about my sister”

“Oh right! How’s Y/N-chan? I haven’t been able to contact her in a while”

“Um…I don’t know if you’re acting dumb, or you just don't care, but I’m sure you’ve heard what happened” her frown deepens.

There was no way the Gojo’s didn’t keep a close eye on the Zen’in and every movement they made without telling him. Your marriage with Naoya was heavily publicized amongst the community, after all, it was the heir finally settling down with who would presumably become heiress of the Zen’in assets, and mother of their next generation. An interesting play to unfold, one they would not miss for anything in the world.

And she was right. Gojo was all too acquainted with the situation that occurred between the L/N siblings, perhaps more than he would've liked. The elders took no time to reproach him about the Zen’in achieving what he could not—which was marrying someone from the L/N clan. In their eyes, they now had the upper hand in the descendants section, and urged him to find someone to settle down with.

Satoru simply dismissed them, and focused on what he knew were the most affected: you and your sister.

It was never his intention to keep her waiting as long as he did, but he was exceptionally busy these last few months, and deeply regretful from not having the capabilities to act faster. The reason why he was late on this occasion was because one of the elders had summoned him for a quick meeting. Apparently another incident occurred in a nearby area and needed his utmost attention—but all Satoru did was assign someone else, he already informed them he was busy today and that wasn’t going to change. There were more than capable sorcerers out there, surely one can take the job.

At this point, none of that mattered to him: only your sister’s feelings did.

Having interpreted Hinata’s sadness and desperation through her texts and her gloomy façade from afar upon entering the establishment, he knew your absence was deeply affecting her and intended to lift up her mood before diving into the troubled topic that has probably kept her up at night during these past few weeks.

She really couldn’t blame from acting that way, the poor man knew of no other mechanism to lighten the mood that didn’t involve teasing.

“I know.” he uttered, deciding this was the right moment to drop the act. “You need help with that, don’t you?”

“That marriage wasn’t supposed to happen, and yet, Naoya managed to force it out of my father” She scoffs with disgust “And I called you here to help me find a way to annul it”

“Well then, I won’t keep you waiting” he leans back onto his seat, tuning out everyone else and continuing to focus on Hinata, even the server that approached them with their drinks didn't seem to break his gaze.

Another thing Hinata can admit has changed within Gojo was his level of maturity. When he would've distanced himself from her in favor of avoiding heavy subjects and ignored her words, is now attentively listening to them and actively seeking to help her.

It's the result of having the whole weight of the jujutsu community on his shoulders. She disliked having to add onto his worries and wished she could've taken an alternative route without involving him, but he knew very well that she wouldn’t reach out to him unless absolutely necessary–and she was running out of ideas.

And he was never one to give his back to friends. Especially her, who had done so much for him.

Hinata takes a deep breath, placing her thoughts in order before moving forward.

“Let’s start from the very beginning”

“That’s….a serious accusation Hina-chan” Satoru manages to murmur in between bites of the lunch special, which for that day had been a sandwich, and some chips.

“I know” she agrees as she takes a sip of her drink.

“I never thought I’d see the day where I’d be the one calling you crazy!” he bites again.

“I know ” her brow furrows, not liking the way he started referring to her, but understanding where he’s coming from. Known as the rational one of the bunch, to see her sputter out these incriminating suspicions of the man who became her brother-in-law was something many would consider out of character.

But at the same time…Hinata wasn’t one to act without being absolutely certain she had a case to work with.

“Well, I always thought you were a bit mad underneath that perfect persona” Your sister squints her eyes as she struggles to pick one of the following options: take his words as both a joke and poor attempt to humanize her, for she always hated being called perfectionist in a condescending manner, or feel offended, because she did not spend all that time preparing her speech just to be crudely dismissed. “But, crime or not, this whole charade seems…wrong, you know?”

“It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!”

“No, I mean…Naoya has only met your sister once, right? Before the wedding”

“No—wait, he…has?” Her mouth twists as her mind tosses her previous concern and replaces it with a more important matter: Naoya’s motivation.

Hinata remembers meeting Naoya in the past, one in the exchange event and another presumably during a mission she had the misfortune of sharing with. Ran has worked with him as well, far more frequently than your sister, but not enough for a friendship to spark.

Lastly, you were a 1st grade student when he was in his 2nd year at school, but you couldn't have met him during the exchange event for it was suspended that year, and once he graduated, he continued to work as a sorcerer while you stayed behind to complete your education.

Adding that he was studying at Kyoto while you were at Tokyo, it meant that there was no possible communication between the two.

“Yeah, during the exchange event! The one Nanamin participated for the first time, remember? You took your sister to Kyoto to see you”

“I remember that!” Your sister beams with realization. Memories of that trip begin to flood her mind and she smiles at all the nice experiences you two created; she got to take you to a new city that neither had been to before, getting to enjoy Kyoto's food, clothes, entertainment, but above all…kicking Naoya’s ass at the exchange event. How could she ever forget that ?

Oh, what Hinata would give to have him in front of her.

“I remember beating him in his own game” she reminisces proudly. The look on his face once the judge ruled the match in her favor was one that brought her immense satisfaction. She wishes she could’ve taken a picture of it and hung it on the wall just to look at it every day and remember how pathetic he looked.

“You were sneaky, of course." Satoru clarifies, but Hinata doesn’t let his words taint her satisfaction, even if she knew that many would consider her actions as… cheating .

“I played by the rules” she rolls her eyes “Not everyone is as overpowered as you. Besides, the rules didn’t say I couldn’t do it, so my victory is still clean”

“You sure did” He grins, amused by her justification. Gojo really didn’t need her to defend her posture, but oh how he liked teasing her.

“But that’s not the point” Hinata clears her throat, circling back to their initial conversation “Thinking about it, that must’ve been the only time they met. She wouldn’t have been so surprised by the engagement announcement if that wasn’t the case”

Sure, after the event ended the Kyoto students invited the Tokyo group to hang out and get something to eat, but she doesn't recollect any relevant interactions between you and Naoya, and the ones you did were only out of respect, not enough to incite a wedding.

The blue eyed male hums, fingers gently tapping against the table as he too dwells into deep thought. According to Hinata’s investigation, and her own opinions, his motivation to marry you was an absolute mystery.

The easy route was to assume the Zen’in wanted to get their hands on a bride that could potentially improve their lineage—just as the Gojo’s intended with his marriage with Hinata. It was an old practice that dated all the way back to the beginnings of jujutsu sorcery, and with clans as old as his family, Naoya’s and the Kamo’s, it meant the tradition was present as ever.

However…Hinata was missing a vital piece of information related to his statement. One that could completely shift the direction of this investigation, as well as her opinion on Naoya.

“If Naoya’s behind this, that means Naobito must’ve approved it” he states.

“Naobito…his father, right?”

“The one and only. The current head of the Zen’in clan. Naoya might be the heir, but he doesn’t have the same reach nor assets as Naobito” The mention of his father makes her heart sink down further onto her stomach. If his involvement was true, that meant that this was an even more of a serious affair. One that, if graced by his attention, might never get the resolution it deserves.

How could a member of a relatively small clan fight against the titanic force a clan leader held?

Fortunately, Satoru was the equal force she needed to fight him off.

“I don’t like the fact that a bunch of men are behind my sister” Hinata spats with disgust “The nerve”

“I mean, your sister’s adorable , who wouldn’t want—ow! W-wait! I get it! I get it!”

“Shut. up!” Your over-protective sister retaliates by smacking him on the arm, with enough force to not hurt him seriously, but enough to make him understand she did not find his joke amusing. At all. “That’s disgusting Satoru”

“Should’ve kept infinity activated” he whispers to himself as he fixes his jacket, now slightly disheveled by her brute gesture.

“What was that? ” she threatens through gritted teeth.

“Nothing!” Satoru cries. And angered Hinata was no fun, he knew that much. He quickly recollects his appearance as he sheepishly admits his mistake “Sorry”

“Alright” she sighs once his comment is dealt with and reclined back to her seat. “As you were saying…do you think Naobito was behind this? Could he be the principal culprit behind this crime, and Naoya was simply the messenger?”

Gojo looks away for a quick second, debating whether to tell her the full extent of his knowledge or only the necessary for her investigation.

It didn’t seem right to keep a close friend of his in secrecy, especially when he intended on telling her when the time was right. Well, this only rushed his plans. Might as well get this over with.

“No.” he firmly declares. “He was not behind this”

“ No ?” she replicates in disbelief, head tilting to the side as confusion paints her face. He was the one that brought it up in the first place. Why is he changing his tune so suddenly? “Why is that?”

“Because he’s busy dealing with someone else, something of more value. Not to disregard your sister”

“I guess that makes sense. Naobito would've attacked and then demanded. He doesn’t seem to me like the type of person that would spend his time negotiating when he could just…take”

“You’d be surprised! This is what I meant to tell you—not to brag, but…let’s say that I’m currently guarding the most recent user of the Ten Shadows Technique” Hinata pales. Did she hear that right?

And the way that Gojo states it, matter-of-factly, as if he’d not revealed one of the most shocking statements that could affect the whole jujutsu community…made it seem like it was another one of his jokes.

It was no secret that the Zen’in were growing desperate to remain relevant in the community after Satoru’s birth—having to compete against them meant doing whatever they could to beget a child with their prized technique and be held to their level.

Your clan was undoubtedly amongst their cards, but if such a person already existed…then why are you involved in all this?

Most importantly…

Why is Satoru involved in this?!

“How did you…find this person?”

“A friend of a friend told me” he nonchalantly added, although the truth was much darker than he let on. “I thought I told you”

“Err, I think I would remember if you told me you were acquainted with the ten shadows user! ”

“Hmmm, really?” he pouts “Guess I must’ve missed it”

“Satoru” she pulls back his attention.

“Yeah—anyways. What I meant to say was…Naobito isn’t involved because he’s focused on getting this kid back. Let’s say that a payment was given, but no goods were delivered”

“Wait, wait, wait. A…payment…for a child?”

“Around 7 years I think, or 6? I’m not sure”

“A kid” she repeats.

“Why is that shocking to you? We were kids once” he raises an eyebrow.

“That’s not…Satoru, this is basically human trafficking! Are you serious?” There goes another addition to the ever growing list of despicable acts committed to the Zen’in.

No clan gets to live their entire history without committing a few acts that many would consider questionable —and your family was no different—however, because the Zen’in were part of the elite, their actions often went unpunished.

The jujutsu society had obviously evolved with the rest of the world, eventually marking many activities that were seen as common to illegal (such as the purchase of sorcerers) with the dawn of the modern era.

This didn’t mean older clans would respect the new laws—they would just act more discreetly.

Your sister just didn’t think the Zen’in would actually continue these practices! Her disappointment in them never ends—and probably never will.

“Well, this only helps to prove 2…no, 3 things! First, you can remove Naobito from your list of suspects—he’s been so busy trying to get this kid back to his clan that I doubt he wanted to help Naoya; aside from giving him his blessing to go forward. The sorcerer he’s been waiting for is out there, so he really doesn’t need your sister.

Second, this also proves how desperate the Zen’in are. So it’s not out of the ordinary to believe they could’ve done something bad, or worse, to force your father to agree to their terms. So you can start thinking the unthinkable!

And finally…this means Naoya had no other motivation than being with your sister out of romantic purposes”

“Hah!” Hinata scoffs, perhaps louder than she anticipated because the rest of the customers share quick glances towards their booth. Her cheeks turn a discreet shade of pink due to embarrassment and shyly murmurs an apology for disrupting their stay. Once back at their previous activities, she silently adds “As if”

“What’s so crazy about Naoya liking your sister? Like I told you, she’s adorable, a nice person, she’s like a magnet!”

“She’s naïve and that makes other think she’s easy to manipulate”

“Ouch” Satoru chuckles nervously “That’s not very nice to say about your sister”

“No—that…” she pressed her lips together, immediately regretting the way her thoughts transformed through her speech. If you had been there, you would’ve smacked her. Even Ran would’ve felt like she had crossed a line. “I didn’t mean in that way…it’s just that…she’s too good for him. And if you had seen what I saw…”

“That’s why I’m here. I believe you. It’s just hard to do anything because…well, you don’t have an actual lead aside from the drunken rambles of your father, right?”

“No…I don’t” she sighed, and all hope of getting anything out of this conversation escaped with it. Well, at least she managed to scratch out a possible suspect from her list, but other than that, Satoru only served to remind her that she really had no case--no justification to prosecute Naoya. Hinata deflates, lowering her head down to her arms and resting them against the table. “I’m lost, aren’t I? I won’t see my sister ever again” she mumbles in defeat.

“It’s going to be hard, but not impossible” Satoru offers his best version of comfort by leaning forward and reaching for her hand, thumbs gently rubbing against her knuckles. "I'll help you! After all, I’m the strongest"

Your sister smiles at the cheesy line, suddenly inundated by nostalgia as she looks up to him once more. An unexpected remembrance of when days were easier to live by.

It was nice to see that, even after all the things that went down, Satoru remained somewhat the same playful person that cared for his close ones, the same one you enjoyed spending time with whenever it was possible.

“Well, who else is on your list of suspects?” he urged Hinata. And to see the glimmer of motivation in his eyes only made her regret ever considering him as a possible culprit. She knew it was a delicate subject, one they neglected in fear of confrontation.

But in times like these, one had to remain level-headed and directly attack the problem. Hinata takes another sip to alleviate her dry throat and hesitantly moves forward, a slight tremble in her voice as she states:

“I think you already know who it is”

And Satoru, did in fact, know who she was referring to.

His reaction was all too obvious—the light in his eyes dimmed and his face dropped as soon as her words escaped her lips.

His hand slightly twitched at the indirect mention of the one who was his best friend and his heart cracked once more at the possibility of Suguru hurting someone close to him.

He wanted to react defensively—but it wasn’t the appropriate response for her, who only responded to his question, nor the moment to do so.

His feelings brought another question to the table.

When was the last time they spoke about Geto?

Probably when she decided to call off their engagement.

While the official record stated Gojo was the one that decided to break off their engagement. It had actually been Hinata all along.

Everything had come crashing down onto Satoru’s shoulders when Geto decided to defect his morals and go against the community he had sworn to protect.

With the insensitive expectations of dealing with his best friend, as if there was no emotional connection, from elders and teachers alike…Hinata couldn’t bear with the fact that she was also pressuring him to complete an agreement he’d never wanted, nor consciously agreed to.

So, one afternoon after she and your brother visited you at school, she decided to call it quits.

Satoru did not take her decision as well as she expected. His words still resonated inside her, even after years that it occurred.

“What?”

Satoru wasn’t sure if all of this had been part of a bad dream, if he had eaten some kind of hallucinogen, or payment of his past life's sins.

When he expected Hinata to come by with intentions of comforting him, he was actually received with a cold splash of realization: she was betraying him as well.

“I said…we should break this engagement” she murmurs once more. Your sister is holding back the urge to step away, for she fears Satoru was preparing himself to unleash all of his built up anger on her. But if she did…then he could take her motion as an insult. Thus, she remains rooted in that position, even when her body is insisting her to leave.

“I heard you” he spats, he inches closer and now her body isn’t able to follow her directions. She unconsciously moves back, and, much to Hinata’s fear…Satoru notices. “What? You think I’m going to hurt you?!”

“No…that’s not—Satoru, please, calm down” she slowly raises her arms, attempting to convince him that she truly means no harm, but her gesture only seems to irritate him further. “We need to talk”

“What did you want to talk about? Now that I proved I can’t deal with my best friend turning insane, you’re going to drop me because I’m not of worth to you?!” he yells while tightening his knuckles to the point of turning white.

“What?” She gasps “Of course not! That’s not why I’m doing this”

“Then why are you leaving me?!” Satoru accuses once more.

“I’m not…leaving you” Hinata mumbles.

“Oh, really? Then what other reason do you have to be here with me, if it isn’t for this marriage?” he growls, causing her to involuntary flinch.

“Satoru…You’re my friend—but I can’t do this to you. You never wanted to be with me, you’re…we’re doing this out of responsibility and I—” Hinata’s voice begins to tremble, a lump forming in her throat as she fondly reminisces all the experiences they had together, as well as the sour ones that will come if she doesn’t put a stop to this. “I can’t do this to you” She finishes with a pained wail as she finally allows her tears to overflow the corners of her eyes, which trailed down her cheeks, and finishing as pitter-patters against the wooden floor of his dorm.

“You’re doing so much for us already—you don’t deserve this” She manages to muster through sniffs. Her breaking point for this realization had been Geto’s betrayal. It had been easy to ignore the lengths of Satoru’s and her responsibility when it came to enjoying their life as students, when their worries were limited to completing routinely patrols and weekend tasks, before immersing themselves into their new job as sorcerers.

But Suguru’s actions had been just another cruel reminder of how easily things can change in the blink of an eye—and no matter how strong Satoru was, he was not invincible. He too had feelings, and Hinata couldn’t bear the pressure of adding into his expectations, tears accurately portraying her frustration.

It was Satoru’s time to remain petrified, for he’d never seen her this vulnerable, not with you, and certainly not with anyone else.

The perfect Hinata L/N never allowed anyone to think of her as anything less than perfect and put-together. She had a motherless younger sister and older brother, as well as a clan to think about.

This, as well as other things, made them similar and relatable to one another. She knew what it was to sacrifice her personal gain for the greater good—far more than he ever did because he’d made himself indispensable for the community, whether willingly or not. She was still replaceable.

“I don't…I don’t understand….why now? Of all times?” Satoru stammered, unsure if he genuinely wanted to be answered. Anxiety swiftly reminded him that he needed to know.

“Because I—I don’t want you to feel anchored to me. Permanently tied to a woman you never wanted, neither consented to marry” she whispers, as if her words were the highest form of sacrilege “I want you to have this freedom, as small as it is…to choose your destiny. You have too much to carry and I…I want you to be free to decide what to do with your own life”

And then, Satoru crumbles.

Her words penetrate a wall he’d constructed throughout the years to prevent this situation from happening. Her words echo in his mind as he revels in the truth of his present: It had been the first time someone had actually considered what he wanted to do, the first time someone approached him and told him he was free to do whatever he wanted if he so desired.

As just as many firsts, it’s the first time he allows himself to collapse. To feel .

“Please….please don’t leave me” he finally cries the reason of his sorrow ”Don’t leave me like he did” he reaches out to her, falling down to his knees as he tightly embraces one of her legs. Hinata briefly loses her balance, but quickly recuperates it, reaching back to him by placing a hand over his head while petting him in reassurance.

“I won’t leave, Satoru” Your sister eventually kneels down to his level, embracing him back with the same force as his. “I won’t”

“Why did he have to do that? Why couldn’t he…he could’ve talked to me—we would’ve figured this out” Satoru stopped feeling like a deity amongst humans when Hinata embraced him. He feels like the human Gojo Satoru that constantly punished himself by not allowing his feelings to rise to the surface. The fearful child who had just lost his best friend, his soulmate.

“I don’t know” your sister quietly admits against his shoulder.

“Can’t we be miserable together?” The way he asks her makes her giggle. It is such an innocent question, —although worded incorrectly— but doesn’t change the fact that it comes from a place of fear she understood too well. “We’ve been together for years, we might as well see it through”

“We both know we’re not suited for marriage” she sighed “Your heart belongs to another one, after all”

“I don’t think he wants it anymore”

Perhaps she would never understand what it is to lose someone as precious as Suguru was to Satoru, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t support him. She’ll do so until she dies, and even after, if necessary.

“We can be miserable together, we don’t have to be married for that” she smiles, her words making him chuckle in return. “I might’ve been here first because we were engaged…but I learned to love you and respect you as someone important in my life. I'll never leave you, we'll get through this, I promise you that”

“Satoru” Hinata forces herself back to the present, where an emotionless Satoru sat before her, intently looking at the now empty plates that carried their lunch as he spiraled deeper into his thoughts.

He had doctrinated himself to not think of Geto, with the false hopes that when his mind does wander back to him, it wouldn’t hurt as much.

But abstinence only made the fall harder. And when Hinata gently nudged her suspicions towards him, it hurt like it was a fresh wound—contrary to one that has been trying to close for years.

Satoru, no matter how much he was reassured, disliked being vulnerable amongst his friends, and especially in front of strangers that would never really care of his suffering.

The host wouldn’t understand what it is to see her best friend turn into a criminal, and the waitress wouldn’t care beyond asking if everything is alright while offering insincere words of compassion and getting other tables for more tips.

Worst of all, their presumptions wouldn’t allow them to comprehend how someone like him, handsome, rich, and powerful, could ever be affected by anything .

Wasn’t money the solution to all problems?

He would easily give up all his assets if it meant having Geto by his side again.

Air suddenly ran thin, the walls of the room moving closer, suffocating—he wanted, no, he needed to get out of there, if not, he would lose his mind.

But before he could do anything else, Hinata reacted. It didn’t take much for her to realize it was her time to return the favor and offer a helping hand, literally as she reached over to grab his hand.

He broke off his gaze from the void and onto her face. Her eyes were reassuring and welcoming, a gentle wave reminding him that he wasn’t alone—nor did he have to face his feelings in that manner. She would remind him as many times it took for him to believe it.

Her fingers softly glide across his knuckles as she offers her own version of comfort:

“Let’s get some air, alright?”

Hinata had always intended to visit this place during her short stay in Tokyo. A small treat before jumping right back to her routine. Whether Satoru wanted to join or not was up for him to decide, however, she wouldn't hold herself from admitting that his company made this visit a thousand times better.

Besides, it would help as a small break for both before going back to finish revisiting her list of suspects.

“How did you get here by the way?” Feeling somewhat better, Satoru is the first to break the silence upon leaving the building.

This question had been bothering him the moment your sister asked what station was the nearest to their meet-up location, implying she would not be driving nor given a ride. He would’ve called a taxi service for your sister, all she had to do was say the word. However, by the emotions he was able to dissect from her messages, he rightly assumed there was a reason behind her decisions—and it was best to just let her do what she wanted.

“Took the train—needed to get my mind off of things” Hinata gave one last adjustment to the strap of her bag, hung it over her left shoulder and finally looked up to Satoru. His eyes, partially covered by his new pair of rectangular shades, darted through their surroundings, as if trying to find the place Hinata intended on taking him.

“Hmm, it’s been a while since I’ve taken the train.” he adds, thinking back to the last time he took the train. Probably when he was still a student. He only did so because his friends did; and because the Gojo clan hadn’t given him complete control over their assets just yet.

“It’s nice when it’s not busy. How did you get here?” she asks in return. By the amount of time he took to arrive, asides that this meeting was squeezed in whatever free time he had while on a mission, she assumes it must’ve been by car—probably private, much nicer than the institute-provided ones. His family could easily afford to administer both schools with a set of new, top of the line vehicles for sorcerers to work with, just a small example of the wealth the Gojo clan had under their name.

Taking that into consideration, he really has no reason to take public transport ever again. Must be nice to live care-free without having to worry about money, unlike her who was still recovering from the sudden expenses your next-day visit required.

Not that she regrets it of course, it's just that the pay hasn’t been…good. And with her actively trying to take the least amount of missions, her bank account was comparable to a land after a drought.

“I teleported” He decides to tease, his response catching Hinata off guard and making her face contort in skepticism. Satoru knows very well that this response will drive her work ethic off the rails, all the better reason to go for it!

“No, you didn’t. You know we’re not allowed to—”

“It’s a joke, Hina-chan!” Satoru interjects with a grin, effectively stopping the lecture she was more than ready to administer to him. He then proceeds to gently pat her back, one final confirmation to remind her that everything was in order. “It hurts that you don’t trust me more”

“I obviously knew you didn’t do it” she smirks, is that how you’re going to play?

It’s her time to get a jab at him.

“You’re just so unreliable sometimes, it’s hard to guess which Satoru I’m going to deal with. Maybe Nanami was a better option to go with”

“What are you trying to get at, Hina?” he frowns, voice lowering a tone as if to intimidate her.

“Oh, nothing” she shrugs nonchalantly, clearly unaffected by his antics. “Just stating my opinion, that’s all”

“That’s not nice!” he dramatically gasps.

“You’re the one that started” your sister mockingly reiterates “Get used to it!”

“Yeah, but that’s a low blow. What does he have that I don't? I’m handsome, have lots of money, and a great friend!” he looks away and pouts in dismay, however, this feeling doesn’t last long and is suitably replaced by another round of teasing. A smirk slowly spreads across his lips as he suddenly remembers a nickname she is not overly fond of, one that would get the reaction Gojo wants from her. “ Scary ”

This irks a new level of annoyance, for she had completely forgotten the existence of this childhood nickname, spurned from the immense admiration your older brother had for a certain British girl group of the 90’s.

Satoru had the misfortune —or fortune, depending on how you see it —of overhearing this name during a personal meeting amongst the siblings. And while the others had forgotten about it, he has not.

“Don’t call me that” Discomfort evident in the way her face scrunches together. “I never liked that name!”

“Well, sometimes it’s so difficult to guess what Hina-chan I’m going to get today!” He sarcastically replicates “The caring, motherly Hina-chan, or the scary, intimidating one”

“The scary one is the one you’ll get, all the time !” she laughs while gently smacking his shoulder “besides, I consider myself to be more of the sporty type”

“Alright, alright. I guess she does fit you better” Gojo accepts his defeat with a sigh, although still believing Ran’s original nickname for her was much more accurate than the one your sister intended to adopt. Your nickname was… a story for another time.

“Come along now, we’re only a few blocks away from the shop” Hinata abruptly changed the subject, grabbing his hand and pulling him up to her speed. The gesture, although innocent, had Satoru’s heart skipping a beat. “We gotta get there before the good flavors are gone”

“Good flavors? Like what? Mint chocolate?” he scoffs, trying to minimize the growing heat in his cheeks from appearing. If she noticed, she did not comment. “You’re missing out on the good stuff”

“Much better than the weird ones you get. Besides, I tried your suggestion at the café, and now it’s my turn—hurry up!”

Upon arriving at the ice cream shop, Hinata was elated to see a lack of waiting customers. It meant they arrived at a good time, and her favorite flavor might still be in stock.

She approaches the counter and looks over the glass, where the flavors are accommodated in their respective recipients. Some were half empty, and others barely had a scoop left; but the one she wanted was still in perfect condition, enough for her to get as much as her heart desired.

“One scoop? No, two scoops?” She asks while looking back at Satoru, whose gaze was also set on the containers before them.

“Two” he grins before pointing to the flavor he wants “Of that one”

“Alright” Hinata turns back to the employee and starts her order: two scoops of mint chocolate ice cream on a cup, and two of Satoru’s choice on a cone—coincidentally, your favorite. “My sister always ordered that one” a hint of nostalgia paints her words as she recollects the last time she hung out with you “She still has an unopened pint back home”

“You’ll get her back” Is all that Satoru manages to say, sensing these were the appropriate words to ease her sadness without spiraling deeper into her sorrow “I’ll help you with that”

“...Thank you, Satoru” she smiles.

When the employee is done serving the ice cream, Satoru reaches out to pick their order. It was at this moment that Hinata realized she was still holding his hand, and a streak of red appeared across her face. Wanting to hide the embarrassment, she quickly retreats to the counter and starts taking out her money, with Satoru left behind whining about letting him pay and asking her to hold their dessert to do so. She ignores him and completes the transaction, thanking the employee and leaving a generous tip at the tip jar, a gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by cheerfully bidding them farewell.

Hinata grabs a few napkins on their way out and retrieves her cup from Satoru’s hand, eyes scanning their surroundings for a place to sit and enjoy their treat, somewhere away from people but nice enough to enjoy the rest of the day.

“There’s a park nearby” He offers while pointing to said retreat “I don’t think we’ll be bothered there” and before she could start walking, Gojo reaches out for her hand and guides her towards their next destination.

Hinata, unprepared for his maneuver, intended to retrieve her hand as soon as she was aware. But upon looking at him…something stopped her. The look of his face was a bona fide portrait of a relaxed man, a symptom she swears she hadn’t seen him wear in months…and so genuinely at that.

Accepting her fate, she exhales, a smile parting her lips as she follows him to a nearby empty bench, sitting down once swiping off the fallen leaves.

“Satoru, take this” she hands him a napkin, and once safely in his hands, she proceeds to take the first taste from her ice cream.

The cold sweet flavor against the warm day made her moan in delight, urging her to gobble up the rest in one piece, but if she did so it meant her clothes getting dirty and her efforts were too valuable to throw away from some lactose delicacy. Gojo, on the other hand, seemed to not care at all, and was letting certain edges of the ice cream melt down to his cone—one drop already staining part of his jacket

“You’re getting all dirty!” she comments upon noticing.

“It’s fine! Really” he quickly dismisses her with a sly smirk “Besides, I don’t like this suit that much. I just got it to mess up with you”

“I’ve been told” she chuckles while rolling her eyes.

“You really…didn’t go out with him?” Satoru asks, unsure that her response back then was genuine or just trying to avoid any further discussion. "You're pretty, you could get anyone you’d like"

“I don't think that's how it works, but thank you” she responds “And no, we didn't start dating after that. Besides, how am I supposed to date when I have a sister to rescue? And thousands of people to interrogate”

His mind inadvertently goes back to Geto, and the way he reacted to his mention.

He’s ashamed by the way he cut off your sister and how they had to cut their stay at the café. It wasn’t his intention, and by the way he gently shifts his body to her direction, it’s clear he intends on mending his mistakes.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have responded that way”

“It’s ok. I'm sorry I brought up the name so abruptly. I…I didn’t want to think he—”

“It was necessary. You’re checking all possibilities” he gives her a tight smile.

“Do you think he…he did it?” she entreats.

“No. His actions don't match your timeline” Hinata lets out a sigh she wasn’t aware she was holding, anxiety diminishing as her shoulders relax and the grip she held against her cup softens. A view that only represented how elated she was to discard his name from her consideration—god knows what would’ve happened if he was involved. “He was in Fukuoka in February, Saga in March and April, Sasebo in May and Nagasaki in June” He recited without stuttering. Proof that he’s been keeping a close eye on the man who was his best friend. “He’s working on the west side of Japan for some reason. And these places don’t fight your theory, right?”

“No…they don’t. My family doesn’t have property in that area” she explains “It’s safe to say that Geto wasn’t…involved”

“That’s good.” Satoru gently smiles. He, too, is relieved to hear that Suguru was out of this investigation. He didn't even want to imagine what her reaction would’ve been, nor what he would do if he turned out to be the author of all her assumptions. “Besides, I don’t think there’s anything of use for him in your family, if what we believe his intentions are as correct”

“What have you managed to uncover?” Hinata is embarrassed to admit that she has been slacking off in getting updated regarding the whole Geto situation. But with the on-going crisis that has not only demanded all of her time, but resources as well, (and now your predicament) it was safe to say that for her to split her attention into 3 equally important subjects was a…herculean effort.

“He’s making cults around japan, but we don’t know why yet. We already investigated a few of them, but eventually had to stop because the members were getting a bit…apprehensive about us. And we can’t really do anything without evidence or at least, an official order.” He bites into his ice cream, making Hinata twist her mouth in repulsion “For now, all we think is that he’s—what’s up with that face?”

“I'm sorry, did you just bite your ice cream? What are you…a psychopath?”

“What? Isn’t that the same with a spoon?”

“No! Don’t your teeth hurt when you do that?”

“Nope!” he grins, ice-cream covered teeth now in full display for her enjoyment.

“Ugh, don’t do that!” She shivers with disgust before handing him another napkin, since the last one was all crumpled up at that point. “You and your cavity-free teeth, so ridiculous…Anyways! Does that mean that Geto is still trying to stay under the radar?”

“Yeah. It seems so. We can only get so far with sorcerers and civilians acting against us”

Your sister sharply exhales, head lowering as his statement once again reminds her that Naoya could’ve easily gathered this information and used it to his advantage. And he was right. Without leads, and the people involved seemingly doing their best to keep her in mystery…there wasn’t much of a path to follow.

“How am I going to help my sister with all this going on?”

“Hmm…well, something good did come out of this”

“What is that?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Because of all these occurrences, HQ has demanded that all institutions keep a detailed record of every sorcerer's missions, completed or not. If you go to Kyoto and ask for Naoya’s…”

“That means I can get a better understanding of what he’s been doing, and where he’s been!” She finishes with unparalleled enthusiasm, the hypothetical light at the end of the tunnel appearing for the first time in this exhausting search. It wasn’t much, nor did it promise results, but it’s a place to start. “How come I didn’t think of this? You’re a genius!”

“I know, I know ” Satoru lips part into a know-it-all grin, clearly enjoying the compliment your sister had unknowingly graced him with. The satisfaction he got from watching her eyes glimmer with hope…well, it was something he wouldn’t change for anything. “I think your sister would’ve said something like don’t be so harsh on yourself, Hina nee-chan!”

“Don’t—Don’t do that voice again” Hinata laughs at the high-pitched imitation he tried to do of your voice, it didn’t sound anything like you as it was obviously, and without mistake, a caricature of your real tune. A somewhat comical one. “I can't wait to get my sister back home. To the people that loves her, to the people she loves” Hinata reiterates one final time as she focuses on her ice cream “I’m never letting her go”

But then, something from that statement rubs Gojo the wrong way.

What should’ve been a statement of sisterly love and care, admired by his own longing of siblings…his mind receives it as a deceiving sentence. Almost as if Hinata was trying to convince him that she wasn't hiding something.

Satoru can’t seem to pinpoint the impression that stops him from enjoying the rest of his time with her, or the now melting ice cream in his hands.

His gaze is fixed at nothing, mind-scheming a possible answer to his dilemma: label this worry as a product of remnant stress from work and move on with his day, or dig deeper and find the cause of his concern. None of her words had seem to worry him, out of the ordinary, until now.

Hinata eventually notices his silence, which prompts her to look up at him and purse her lips in discomfort upon seeing the milky drops trailing down his hands. She takes no second to fetch another napkin, but this time, makes it her job to clean after him.

“Is everything alright?” She voices, concern clear in her tone as she carefully strokes the stains away “You’re getting dirtier”

And then, it hits him.

“What if your sister loves Naoya?” he asks, without warning or consideration.

“Excuse me ?” Hinata’s hand flinches away at the atrocious query he’d just effected.

“I said…what if your sister loves Naoya? Develop feelings for him?” Satoru repeats, still failing to notice the severity of his words.

“No. That can’t be” She sternly asserts, offended that he would even consider such a thing. “If you saw what I saw—”

“I know” Satoru counters, intending on defending his point. “And it’s because of that that I ask you to consider this possibility”

“Have you gone crazy?” she snaps, crumpling the napkin on her palm “There’s no way my sister could ever care for someone as debauched as him!”

“We’ve been in similar shoes, haven’t we?” She blinks. Hinata is now curious to hear how he could possibly tie their relationship to yours and Naoya’s. Because at this moment, his words seem like those of a mad man, almost like your father’s drunken gibberish. “I remember not liking you at all. I hated you and the responsibility that you pictured. I think I even called you ugly in front of your father. But as time went by…I got to spend more time with you, unwillingly, but we were together either way. That was the time when I got to know you. What you liked and what you didn’t. What it felt to have siblings and get in trouble…and you, in return, got to know me. Respected me and saw me much more than the power I represented. We shared so much, to the point I trusted you enough to give you my first time”

Hinata’s eyes went round at the sudden memory and her face flushed. Certainly she didn’t expect Satoru to recollect something so intimate in a moment like this, nor to voice it so casually.

“That was only once—and we…we were curious” she looks away in embarrassment.

“What I mean is…there’s a possibility that Naoya and your sister might go through this” he inches closer to her “And while we never developed feelings for one another, she’s another story”

“Satoru…you don’t...I don’t think she’ll—” your sister begins to stutter, but he is quick to step in.

“I just want you to be ready for the day that you’ll confront Naoya. And consider the possibility of your sister standing by his side if she decides to do so” He takes the napkin from her hands, the same one she was using to clean after him, and takes over her duty. Satoru eventually grins and leans back onto the bench, satisfied from having cleared his thoughts, completely ignoring Hinata’s pale façade. “But that’s just my opinion! It might happen, or it might not! Who knows” he shrugs and shifts back to his initial seating position, acting as if he had not presented a complicated dilemma she had never once considered.

He did what he intended. He got the question out there, all that was left was for Hinata to assimilate it and prepare herself accordingly.

However, Hinata fails to see his intentions and considers his words as some kind of tasteless joke.

Her mind rewinds his words over and over again, trying to find either a rational explanation to defend it or an allegation to reject it.

She was so focused on bringing you back home, that she never once asked herself to contemplate the following questions…what if you wanted to stay behind? Stay inside the walls that held you prisoner and start anew? Form a family with him?

After all was said and done, there was only one decision that mattered when it came to it, and it was yours.

No amount of effort could bring you back if you didn’t want to, not your friends, not your family, or anyone else…but you . And this was acting on the presumption that Naoya had done anything at all!

However, there was still one question that lingered unanswered, one that sent chills through her spine whenever she thought about it and was dying to solve, but was unable to do so.

The one that would undoubtedly shape the resolution of this conflict, and that was…

Could you fall in love with the man known as Naoya Zen’in?

#naoya zenin x you #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in x reader #naoya zen'in #jjk naoya #jjk fic #jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk x you #series: first it hurts—

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It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?"

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie."

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually."

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken."

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers.

You couldn’t believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act.

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him.

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you.

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously.

"No, it's fine."

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you?

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?”

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it.

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you.

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?"

"You jealous or something, dude?"

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts."

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before.

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach.

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore!

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping.

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics)

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee.

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics.

"Is that fucking y/n?!"

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone.

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store.

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air.

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?"

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?"

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up."

"Your.. Your what, now?!"

"My date"

"You can't go on a date!"

"And why is that, Lizewski?"

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?"

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?"

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…"

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?"

"No,it's just-"

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go."

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist.

"Please, don't." he mumbles.

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face.

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone."

You raise an eyebrow.

"What?"

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining.

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat.

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?"

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?"

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending.

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

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wonwoonlight · 4 years ago

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📣: husband!Jihoon // pregnant!yn // angst???? not really lol // fluff // comfort?? i guess // 900 words

A/N: ok its nearly 2 in the morning and i made this in like,,, an hour bc i felt bad for not updating 2 days in a row lol (bc that wonu update got too long and now im in too deep, i cant finish it quickly jhdsjfhbdhjfb) so obviously this isnt proofread and stuffs so pls bear with me hehehh also, im still emotional after that mmtg concert and my 2nd gen heart is soaring so i might or might not be in my best condition to write buttttt i do like how this turns out haha anyway! thank you for the req anon, i changed some stuffs bc i cant see jihoon lashing out tbh lol hope thats okay. enjoy!! happy weekend guys!!!!!!!!!!

find the rest of requested drabble here

You stare at Jihoon as he busily types on his laptop at the dining table, wondering if it’s okay to ask him to go out and get pistachio ice cream. You don’t even like pistachio ice cream, but the baby inside you craves for it and it’s not like you have to say no, either.

But Jihoon has been busy the whole day, barely leaving his laptop alone. The only reason he’s in the dining room and not his office is because the AC has broken down a few days ago and is yet to be fixed. If not, you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t see Jihoon all day unless you come by to his office room.

He’s been a little tense these days, too, something about new project going on and his team being less than ideal for him. Jihoon has always been the type to quietly hold things in and then burst at once, which is your constant worry because it’s not exactly good for him.

He’s much better in talking about it now, at least to you, but he still does that sometimes without he even realizes and you think this might be one of those times; which is precisely why you’re hesitating on asking him to go out with you.

“Hoon?” you call him softly, trying to see his mood.

Jihoon grunts in acknowledgement, not even turning to you as his eyes focused on his screen.

“Would it be okay if I want to go out for a while?” you ask.

Jihoon turns at this, sighing at his work. “I’d love to, baby, but I still need to get this done first.”

You bite down your lip, picking your words carefully. “Can I go out with Soonyoung, then?” you ask, mentioning your brother even though you’re not sure if he’s free.

“What do you want to do, anyway?” he leans back on his seat, looking at you with something that is close to annoyance.

“I, uh,” you hesitate, suddenly feeling stupid for bringing it up. What on earth is your hormone doing? “I’m craving for ice cream,” you continue, your voice getting gradually getting smaller.

“I can’t hear you, you know?” he asks patiently, though his tone is on edge as he glance at his screen once again before turning his gaze back to you.

You repeat your words once again, voice even smaller than before. Jihoon takes a deep breath, willing himself not to get mad at you because he knows he’ll regret it immediately. But the miscommunication that has been happening within his team that he’s yet to fix all is getting even more annoying and it’s getting into him more than he’d like to admit.

“Can you repeat that once again?” he tries again.

You’re pretty sure it’s just your hormone acting up, but his annoyed tone and tired sigh stings something within you and you suddenly feel like crying. So, you decide to shake your head and hope your baby would forgive you for not eating that ice cream as you make your way back to your bedroom.

Sitting down on the furthest part of the bed from the door, you try to hold back your tears, try to tell yourself that Jihoon’s just tired and he’s tried his best not to lash at you, that there’s no reason to cry over him sounding annoyed when it’s probably his coworkers he’s annoyed at, not you.

Still, it’s hard to believe it when you’ve heard his sigh and exhausted tone when talking to you.

When the first tear falls, you quickly wipe it with your hand only to have Jihoon kneels down in front of you and take your face in his hands.

He frowns at the tears, his thumbs catching them as you try to calm yourself down. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you, but eventually he moves to sit beside you and engulf you in his embrace, which only makes you cry harder for no reason at all.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your head. “I made you question yourself, didn’t I?”

You wrap your arms around him, shaking your head. You’re pretty sure it’s just your messed up hormones making you extra sensitive, but Jihoon has always been perceptive even if he’s a little late at times.

“I’m sorry I made you cry, hm?” he leans back a little, just enough to see your face.

“No,” you hoarsely say after your tears die down. “I’m—I’m just a little sensitive, it’s not your fault.”

“Still, I should’ve tried to listen to you.” He gives you a small smile, sweeping your hair back to see you properly. “Mind telling me what you were going to say earlier?”

“I was craving for pistachio ice cream,” you say once again, looking down at your belly.

Jihoon follows your gaze and lets out a chuckle.

“Didn’t you just eat like, half an hour ago?” he asks, amused. “Our baby has quite the appetite, huh?”

“Wonder where he gets that from,” you smile at last, making him smile also.

Leaning forward to drop a kiss on your forehead, Jihoon stands up and pulls you with him right after. “Let’s go get that ice cream then. My work can wait, it’s not my fault they’re dumb.”

You seem uncertain for a moment, but Jihoon quickly sends you that look and you know not to question him. So, you take the jacket he’s handing you and take his hand in yours before following his step. There’s no better mood for ice cream than this.

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weasleylangs · 4 years ago

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opposites attract - f.w.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Hufflepuff Fem!Reader Summary: The quiet, Hufflepuff bookworm has captured the heart of the mischievous Gryffindor. Warnings: none! Word Count: 2k

A/N: For the anon that asked for Fred with a Hufflepuff reader who he’s uncharacteristically sweet for! I’m sorry it took so long, I hope you (and everyone else who reads it) enjoys it!!

P.S let me know if you’d like to be added to a tag list!

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Y/N sits in charms, completely zoned out. Charms was always her best subject and she was luckily one of those ‘never study, always pass’ students. The same could not be said about her boyfriend, however, who was sitting across the room trying to tickle his best friend with his quill and distract him.

Y/N and Fred were an unusual couple, and no one understood how the shy Hufflepuff girl managed to catch the mischievous Gryffindor’s attention. Fred’s idea of a good time was turning the corridor into a swamp or roughhousing during quidditch practise whilst Y/N’s was curled up in front of a fire, a nice book in her hand. But no one questioned it, because somehow they made it work.

Fred caught her eye and winked. They’ve been dating for six months now and he never gets tired from the shy look on her face when he looks at her. She shakes her head, hiding behind her hair and turning her attention back to Flitwick as he drones on about their assignment.

When the bell rings, signalling next period, Fred’s across the room in no time. Y/N has her head down, grabbing her notebook and quill when Fred snatched them out of her hand whilst simultaneously grabbing her bag from the floor. “I’ll carry them for you, love,” he said, smiling.

This wasn’t unusual behaviour. Before the couple got together, everyone always thought Fred was a flirt and was hooking up with different people every weekend, and whilst they were right at the time, Fred is absolutely whipped for his badger girlfriend and hasn’t even looked at another girl since their first date. He’s always wanting to carry her books or he’s slinging an arm around her shoulder.

She has him wrapped around her finger and he couldn’t care less.

“You don’t have to do that, Freddie. You know my bag is heavy,” she says trying to grab the bag from him. Fred only takes three classes, considering the three O.W.L’s he received in their fifth year, meaning sometimes he only has one class a day. However, Y/N managed to receive ten, only failing History of Magic (‘Who fucking cares?’ was everyone’s response), resulting in her having multiple classes a day and therefore a very heavy bag.

Fred, of course, shrugs it off, “I’m a beater, darling. Nice and strong. I can barely tell that you have five textbooks in here,” he says as he winks and causes Y/N’s face to heat up as she swats him on the chest. “I’m just saying you don’t have too, I can carry my own bag,” she pouts. While she knows Fred is more than happy to lug her bag around, she hates the idea that he’s only doing it out of obligation to be a ‘good boyfriend’.

These insecurities aren’t new. She hears what people say about them and it doesn’t bother her for the most part. Just there’s only so many times she can handle people she’s not even friends with talking about how ‘Y/N isn’t right for Fred’.

“You have potions now, yes?” Fred asks, pulling Y/N out of her worries as she follows Fred through the corridors. That’s another thing she never expected, Fred learnt her timetable when they started dating so he could always walk her to class. “I do, Freddie. You have a free right, are you spending it with George and Lee?”

Fred nods, “I sure am, we’re meeting in the One-Eyed Witch passage to pop down to Honeydukes too, you need anything?” Y/N frowns at this. “Freddie, that passage is on the third floor on the other side of the school. You don’t have to walk me to potions,” she tries to grab her bag from him again and he shakes his head.

“Darling, what part of ‘I want to do this’ do you not understand?” While his tone is sharp, he’s not angry. Y/N doesn’t think she’s ever seen Fred this serious, a glint of cheekiness is always present in his eyes but right now, he looks about as serious as Snape when talking about proper cauldron care.

“I just don’t want to keep you from the boys,” she whispers, tugging at the sleeves of her robes. They stop walking, and Fred drags her body into a hug. “The boys are fine waiting, now do you want anything from Honeydukes.”

She falters for a second, just enjoying being in his presence. Despite the short amount of time they’ve been dating, Y/N knows what she feels for him is love and she can only hope the tall ginger boy feels the same way in return. His embrace can only be described as comfort, all Y/N’s worries rushing away as his familiar scent of firewood and cinnamon fills her senses.

“Some sugar quills, please,” she mumbles into his robes. “Anything for you,” he replies, pulling away and grabbing her hand. “C’mon, you’re going to be late for potions.”

It’s after dinner by the time Y/N catches Fred again. She’s walking out of the Great Hall when she feels her robes get tugged on and she almost falls over.

“Hi,” Fred says, “some sugar quills for my sugar quill.”

Y/N cringes at the cheesy nickname as she thanks him, popping the sweets into her robe pockets, “What are your plans for tonight?” Fred shrugs, more quiet than usual as he plays with Y/N’s fingers. “Nothing, I was… I was wondering if I can come and hang in the Hufflepuff common room with you?”

He’s shy and Y/N almost coos at it. Fred ‘no filter when he speaks’ Weasley is blushing as he asks his girlfriend to spend some time with her in her house common room, this is a once in a lifetime happening.

“Of course, Freddie. Any reason why?” It’s not that she doesn’t want him spending time with her. But Fred’s never expressed an interest in spending the night in, rather opting to terrorise Filch or another teacher after dinner.

“You like spending your evenings reading in front of the fire. I feel like I’ve barely seen you today,” he whispers. At this, she decides not to torture the poor boy any further and grabs his hand. “C’mon,”

They arrive at the common room in no time, no one batting an eye at the Gryffindor waltzing into the common room where he doesn’t belong. In fact, he gets quite a few “Hi Fred’s!” from people in their year. He’s always been popular and well known, so of course, the house of kindness is happy to have him.

“I’m going to run up to my dorm and change, are you sure you’re okay?” Fred nods, sitting himself down on the soft yellow chair in front of the fire. It’s Y/N’s favourite chair to read in and Fred knows it. “Sure am, hurry back before I freeze to death.”

Y/N speed changes, switching out her uniform for some sweatpants, one of Fred’s old jumpers and her favourite fuzzy sock. While she’s up there, she grabs a spare sweater she’s stolen from Fred for him to change into and her copy of ‘Frankenstein’ from her nightstand and rushes back downstairs and straight into Fred’s lap. “Hi,” she whispers, kissing him on the cheek.

Fred hums a hello as he settles into the soft pillows of the couch. Y/N perches herself next to him, slinging her legs across his lap with her back against the arm rest. “What’s it about?” Fred asks, gesturing to the book she’s just opened. He knows Y/N’s love for muggle books and he loves hearing her talk about them, even though he never understands. “A scientist who creates a ‘monster’ through experiments… It’s one of my favourites.”

She waves the book in Fred’s face and sure enough, the sticky notes and the plastic tabs are sticking out, referencing all her favourite parts. “It sounds cool, can I read it after you?”

Y/N is shy about this. Books are very important to her and she feels her sticky notes and writing in the margins are her deepest thoughts, a peep into her soul. But the boy in front of her owns her heart, every single part of it, and she decided then and there, she wants to share every part of herself with him. “Sure, but you have to promise to not judge my notes.”

He could never, the Hufflepuff girl in his lap turns his heart to mush no matter how much he tries to hide it and he can’t even imagine hurting her. He holds his pinky out, “I promise,” he says as she hooks her own with his and he presses a kiss to her forehead.

They sit in silence for a while. Fred starts conversing with members of the Hufflepuff quidditch team (“We’re going to crush you next week, Kirke” she hears Fred say at one point and she has to nudge him with her knee to not start a brawl in the common room) while Y/N reads. At one point, her hand ends up in Fred’s hair, playing with the short strands at the nape of his neck.

When she does this, Fred leans into her touch and his eyes flicker shut for only a second. She thinks she’s finally found a way to quiet him down and she makes a mental note to play with his hair next time she wants to get some reading done.

The time starts to near 10pm as Y/N starts yawning, and as much as Fred would love to stay, he knows he’ll have enough trouble getting back to Gryffindor tower without George, Lee and their trusty Mauraders Map. “I should probably get going, darling,” Fred mutters after a while and when he looks at his girlfriend, she’s pouting.

“I wish you could stay,” she says and when Fred cocks his eyebrow she laughs, “not like that, you git!”

She quickly stands, pulling Fred’s gangly body up from the couch and into her arms. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, we have double Defence,” Fred says laughing and she feels his chest rumble with laughter. “Too long,” she mumbles in reply. When Y/N gets tired, she gets clingy which was one of the earliest things Fred ever learnt about her. It’s always one of the cutest things about her.

He walks to the portrait hole, his small girlfriend clinging to his body and he presses a soft kiss to her hairline before detaching her. “Darling, I have to go.”

He feels terrible. He knows she isn’t being clingy to make him feel bad, she genuinely just wants to spend time with him. She yawns again, eyes scrunched closed as she stretches her arms that somehow end up wrapped back around his waist.

“Okay, you can go,” she gives him one final squeeze before letting him go and looking up at him and before Fred can stop himself the words are slipping out.

“I love you.”

This wakes her up immediately and her eyes are wide as she looks at him, “R-really?”

Fred was going to pretend he never said it, worried it was both too early and that she didn’t feel the same way. But the way she’s looking at him, glints of happiness in her eyes and the biggest smile he’s ever seen on her face he knows now is the right time.

“I do, I love you.”

She jumps on him again, pressing her lips to his. Her lips are soft against his, they always are and the kiss is filled with love and adoration. Neither of them is aware of how long they stand there, embraced in each other’s arms until they’re barely kissing anymore, their smiles too wide.

“I love you too, Freddie. I love you more,” she says, full seriousness in her face. “Oh love, you won’t win this argument.” He presses a kiss to her lips again before slinking out of the portrait hole, leaving Y/N standing with her fingers pressed to her lips smiling.

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letarasstuff · 4 years ago

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"I don't wanna leave you, Daddy"

(A/N): This was requested by an Anon and it's based on this concept. I hope you are ready for the feels.

Summary: Hotch's daughter is an introvert. A quiet one. But why does she go even quieter after her mother's death?

Warnings: So much hurt. Angst. Fluff. It's bitter sweet.

Wordcount: 2.3k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________

(Y/N) never really was an outgoing person. Even since she was able to walk and talk, she still clung to her parents. She refused to play on the playground when other children were there. Socializing was just not her thing. Her parents were sure that she would never be the person to stand up and perform on stage spontaneously. And it is ok.

This doesn’t really change when Jack comes around. Sure, as he grows older and more capable of things (Y/N) plays with him. But it really seems like he is the only one around her age she is not afraid to befriend.

Aaron and Haley reassure themselves that their daughter will find friends in elementary school. After all this is an institution where many children go to and there also are adults trained for helping them coming along. She definitely will find at least one other kid to hang out with regularly and learn how to be a proper child. Because as of right now (Y/N) is more like a little adult, taking responsibilities, like watching over her little brother, she doesn’t need to do voluntarily. Maybe she will be more messy, rebellious, anything but a perfect child.

But this doesn’t exactly happen. (Y/N)’s teachers are really happy with her. Every parent-teacher conference is about how well and polite she is, always behaving good and following the rules. Sadly, they don’t have any good news regarding her social life. It’s not that she doesn’t get along with her classmates, it’s just that she isn’t able to strike up a conversation or is very good at keeping one long enough that a kid is interested in her.

Knowing that (Y/N) is mostly quiet in her school days, Aaron makes it a habit to bring her more often to the office. She surprisingly warms quickly up to his team and whenever she is around them the girl is an unstoppable tornado running loose around the bullpen.

This is kind of how she grows up until the age of middle school. (Y/N) learns some social skills and makes a few friends over the last few years. Unfortunately these friendships are not as deep as the parents wish, still it’s better than nothing.

Things get difficult when Aaron and Haley start to separate. It never is easy when parents fall out of love and it is not only difficult for Jack to see his father not as often as he used to, considering he still is a toddler needing both parents. Especially (Y/N), who is more of a daddy’s girl than a mommy’s girl, suffers from the situation at home.

Of course it’s hard on her to not see her father for a week or two at a time, but ever since her parents are going on parted ways she sees him at most one weekend every three weeks. This also changes her social life dramastically.

“(Y/N), don’t you wanna do something with your friends? You can invite them over for the weekend”, Haley suggests after watching her daughter not going out with somebody outside of school for several days. For the past two weeks the ten year old just comes home, does her homework and puts her nose in one of the books her Uncle Spencer recommended.

The girl only looks up at her mother to shake her head. “Why not, Sweetie? I haven’t seen William and John in so long. Are you still friends with them?” (Y/N) nods again. “So what is it? Are you guys fighting?” Haley sits down next to her on her bed.

“No, they just-just don’t know about this. I don’t want to tell them. And I want to stay home. It’s ok how it is right now”, she admits. Her mother’s heart breaks at that statement.

In this moment she realizes that anything a parent does has immediate consequences for the children. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. I didn’t know this is so hard for you. Maybe you can talk to them over the next few days about it, I think it’ll help you. Do you want to watch a film with me for now? Jack has a sleepover at a friend’s. We can do a girl’s night. We hadn’t had one in a long time.”

(Y/N)’s eyes light up at that. “With all the candy in the world?” Haley smiles at the newfound excitement. “Of course. Anything you want.”

From only seeing Aaron every now and then it suddenly turns to not knowing when she will see him next. After George Foyet ambushes him and makes his family into the next target, (Y/N), her brother and her mother have to go into witness protection.

The goodbye at the hospital is painful and filled with tears. “But Dad, I don’t want to leave you. I’ll miss you too much. I don’t like not seeing you. And what about you? You will be more lonely and-and I can’t leave you”, she confesses, sobbing into him.

Hotch has to hold his own tears back. He doesn’t want to come over as stoic, but as the strong father figure he always tries to be. “Honey, I know I’ll miss you so much. You have to be strong for your mother. This will not be easy and I know it. I promise to do my best to get all of you back as soon as possible, ok? Please be good for your mother and behave. We all need to work together for you to get back fast and safely.”

(Y/N) continues to cry into his hospital gown. Aaron can’t help it and dissolves in tears himself while trying to calm her down. “Shh, Honey. Everything will be fine. I’m so so sorry for all this. I never wanted something like this to happen. Shh, we will see each other real soon. The team and I will do our best. Just please, don’t cry. Please, it all will be better. I can’t let you go without seeing your beautiful laugh for one last time.”

“I don’t wanna leave you, Daddy. I-I wanna stay with you and Uncle Dave and Auntie JJ and Uncle Spencer and Uncle Der and Auntie Penny and Auntie Em. I’m scared you won’t be fine when we come back.”

It’s needless to say that nobody cracked even a smile that day.

Going into witness protection made Haley worry about Jack especially. He is just four years old and she isn’t sure how much he understands about what’s going on. Surprisingly the boy gets accustomed to the situation pretty fast. Of course he misses his father and his people from school, but he is also quick to meet new ones in the town they moved to.

(Y/N) has bigger problems. New school. New kids. New everything.

“Maybe you can see it as a fresh start. Here is nobody you know. You can be whoever you want to be. I can take you shopping and you can try out a new style”, her mother tries to make the situation sound advantageous to her. But the girl dryly answers: “When somebody doesn’t like me how I am now, how will they like an act?”

Sam Kassmeyer regularly reports back to Aaron about his family’s well being. “Jack is thriving. His teachers describe him as a bundle of joy. (Y/N) slowly gets acclimated to the change. Haley told me she started making friends with a girl in their neighborhood. I already ran a background check and the family is clean.”

Hotch lets out a sigh of relief. He turns towards the image on Penelope’s monitor. “Happy fifth birthday, Buddy.”

A few weeks after that it seems like the events overturn each other.

Foyet coming back. Kassmeyer getting tortured. Foyet finding Haley and the children. Them coming back to their house. The call. Working the case with Jack. The gunshot. The fighting noises. Hotch opening the box and hugging both of his children, relieved to see them alive.

The following weeks are difficult for the now smaller family. They mostly consist of watching videos of happy memories and talking about their feelings. Although it’s more like Jack talking about his feelings, (Y/N) went mostly silent ever since their mother’s death. This worries her father more than anything.

Two months have gone by. “Hey Honey, I’m going into the office today. Do you wanna come with me, stay at home or go to school? Anything is fine by me”, he asks her softly, kneeling beside her chair at the table. The girl is munching on her cereal halfheartedly.

“Can I come to the office?” (Y/N) asks in a hoarse voice. It’s actually the first time in four days that Aaron hears her voice. A small smile forms on his face. “Of course, that’s nice. Aunt Penny is asking me after her favorite Hotchner for days on end now. And Uncle Spencer got a stack of books he has for you to read.”

His daughter nods and quickly gets ready. They are soon on their way to Quantico after dropping Jack off at daycare. “How are your classmates? Do you like the new school?” They decided to send (Y/N) to a different school. She couldn’t bear the thought of only being the girl whose Mom died because of a serial killer.

“It’s fine. There are a few girls who are really nice. I think we can be friends. Mo-” She suddenly cuts herself off. Aaron glances over at her. “Continue, Sweetheart. Just tell me what’s on your mind”, he tries to encourage her.

The girl hesitates before following her father’s advice. “Mom would have liked them,” she mumbles. It’s quiet for a few seconds. Hotch is looking for a suitable answer. After all it’s the first time she talked about her mother since her death. “I’m sure of it, Honey. Maybe you can invite them over and I can get to know them. Think about it, no pressure of course.” (Y/N) nods to indicate that she heard him.

Not long later they enter the bullpen. “There she is! My little Hotchner! How you doing, Baby?” Derek asks her and envelopes her into a hug. But she only shrugs her shoulders. This goes on for the rest of the day. Whenever anyone talks to her, the only answer is given by her body language.

Hotch watches helplessly Spencer trying to engage in a conversation with her. His arms and hands are waving around. (Y/N) though just looks at him without being really there mentally. It seems like she is lost in her own thoughts, like it happened so often over the last few months.

“Have you tried talking to her about it?” Dave asks, sitting down on the chair opposite of him. Aaron looks at him funny. “Of course. But (Y/N) is just not ready to talk about Haley and everybody grieves differently. I can’t force her to speak, Dave.”

The older agent leans back in his seat. “I don’t think she needs to talk about her. This probably is too soon. She needs to talk about you. The changes.” After a short pause, in which the other one still doesn’t get the point, Rossi continues. “That little girl just lost her mother. She is scared to lose her father, the one with the high risk job. I think that is enough to talk about.”

This occupies the agent for the remainder of the day. Aaron was so invested in fulfilling both parent roles, that he forgot that he is just a father. The man his children go to when they have a nightmare. The one, who is more lenient than their mother. He can’t be both ones. He can’t be two people in one.

A kid trusts a mother and a father usually. And he can’t be mother and father at once. Hotch has to accept the fact. The fact that (Y/N) and Jack are going to grow up without a mother. But luckily not without mother figures.

Later that day, after tucking Jack in, Aaron knocks on his daughter’s door. A small “Come in!” echoes back to him. He enters her room and spots (Y/N) already in her bed reading a book Spencer gave her today.

“Hey, do you have time before it’s lights out?” He asks, still wanting to give her the upper hand on this. The girl nods and scoots over for her father to take a place. He lays next to her, pulling his daughter into a hug.

“I know I can’t promise it. Coming back to you every time. You know it as much as I do. But I promise you to try anything and everything in the books. You guys keep me going.” Tears roll over both of their faces.

“I-I just”, (Y/N) moves her head onto his chest to sob into it, “Just don’t wanna lose you, too. I-I don’t think I-I can’t be the girl, who doesn’t have a mother AND a father. C-can you stop that from happening?” Hotch has to wipe his eyes before answering.

“I-I try to keep that from happening, Honey. I promise.”

This is how they fall asleep, squished in a twin bed close to each other. In the morning they both are overheated and got a visitor during the night. Jack wakes them up, asking why they had a sleepover without him.

This morning is the first time Aaron sees (Y/N) smiles since day zero.

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chuckbass-love · 4 years ago

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Johnny smut#4

Hello lovely anon. Thank you so much for this request, again, i’m sorry for the long wait but i didn’t want to write this when i didn’t have much motivation and then have it turn out any less than perfect. I hope it’s worth the wait for you and that you enjoy it.

Also a lil A/N for everyone: To everyone who has requested, i’m gonna get back on it and try and get at least 2 or 3 out per week if possible. I lost motivation for a hot minute but i’m back. I love you all so much. Also, part 7 to only love can hurt like this will be up sometime in the next week or so. I’m still working on it but i already can’t wait for you all to read.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

Prompt #4: “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught”

Warning: Smut, explicit content, sexual intercourse, hair pulling, choking, mouth covering and swearing. 18+

Word Count: 5,160

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Best Friends Brother

As your eyes glance around the beautiful garden filled with white chairs either side of the aisle with flower arrangements all the way to the alter. You can’t help but feel utterly enchanted by the scene, it’s stunning. However, you’re in the wrong place right now, Sue specifically asked you to meet her out back to help her get ready but as soon as you turnaround to head there, you bump into Johnny of all people.

To put it simply, Johnny isn’t exactly your favourite person and you’re not his either. Well, that’s a lie. When around others you don’t get along, you don’t hate each other you just don’t really have much to say since he’s always so cocky and you’re his older sisters best friend. But behind closed doors, the sexual chemistry is off the charts and you’ve spent too many nights tangled up in his sheets to count on two hands.

No one knows about your late night rendezvous though, especially Sue. And she can never find out. It would hurt her. You’re her best friend and Johnny is her little brother. So it’s a secret and it will always remain one.

“Wow” his lips curl up into a genuine smile as his eyes take in your figure in the floor length dark purple bridesmaid dress you have on “you look, great” he says as he tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth, clearly unable to stop those dirty thoughts running wild in his head.

“Just great?” you ask, brow raising slightly before you chuckle and move to walk past him but he grabs your arm just in time to stop you from going anywhere “not just great, but gorgeous. In fact if this wasn’t my sisters wedding then i’d say you were the best looking one here” he turns his head in your direction, his dreamy blue eyes meeting yours, both filled with lust and need. But you can’t do this here. Today is Sue and Reed’s day.

“Johnny” you whisper lazily, the feel of his skin on yours makes you shiver with desire for him to fill you up, kiss you and make you cum around his cock multiple times but that will have to wait. You really need to snap out of this. So you do, you blink and look back up at him before slowly pulling away from “Sue needs me now, i have to go” and just like that he’s behind you, watching as you walk away. Mostly just to watch the way your ass moves in that dress. You can’t say you blame him though, your ass does look good.

The second you step foot indoors you hear Sue moaning about anything and everything to who sounds like Alicia.

“Your saviour is here” you announce and Sue turns around, beaming at you and you can’t help but stare at her. She looks absolutely breathtaking and her dress is the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. She looks just like a princess. Alicia then leaves to go and check on Ben, leaving you two to it.

“Sue, you look amazing” tears brim in your eyes, drowning out your vision, she spots it immediately, rushing to hand you a tissue “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup”

You take it from her, dabbing underneath your eyes before taking the eyeliner from her to re do what couldn’t be saved in time “i can’t believe you’re finally getting your big day” you finish zipping up her dress before helping her out with her veil.

“Well i’ve waited long enough” she laughs as you finish up and you turn her round so she can look at herself in the mirror.

“Now, i just need to finish my make-up. Help a girl out?”

You don’t even bother to respond, instead you start helping, picking up her bag of products. Her foundation is done so it’s just her eye makeup and lipstick that’s left to do. You go with a nice subtle smokey eye with a little silver glitter on top. Then to finish it off you apply some nude lip gloss to her lips before leaving her to do her own mascara, you would hate to mess it up after all.

“Oh i forgot to check with you, is Johnny outside?”

Even the mention of his name has an obvious effect on your body and it’s something you’ve never been able to control but instead of letting it show, you put your poker face on, clearing your throat and mumbling a quick “yes” and thank god she doesn’t catch on or say anything. You must have hid it well.

“Right, ladies the guests are arriving now and Reed is helping them all to their seats so are you ready?” Johnny pokes his head into the room and Sue nods, letting out a deep breath.

He glances at you before Sue walks over to him to make their way to the other room in which she’s going to be leaving out of to walk down the aisle, leaving you standing there sighing.

Guess it’s time for you to take your own place too. You follow closely behind them and then you and Alicia wait for your queue to go, she goes first, then you. Flowers in hand, smiling around at all of the guests, every one of them dressed up in bright colours, wedding hats galore. And as you take your place next to Alicia at the side of the alter, you watch your best friend walk down the aisle with pride. She means the world to you and if there’s one person who’s the most deserving of happiness, it’s her.

Reed wipes away tears as she stands next to him and you feel your heart melting, more tears forming. Johnny watches you from across the way, wiping your own tears of joy before his focus shifts to the vows.

Sometimes he gets urges to ask you out on a date but as quickly as those urges form, they fade. There’s not a chance in hell of you saying yes to him and he knows it. He’s just a hookup and he’s no stranger to half platonic relationships. He’s never particularly been one for commitment anyway but something about you changes his mind. Since you’ve been Sue’s best friend for god knows how long now, he’s watched many guys come and go in and out of your life. He’s watched and even listened to the many times Sue has held you whilst you cried and to tell the truth, he’s never been able to fathom why anyone would ever want to hurt you. Why anyone would ever cheat or leave you. He always had the biggest crush on you and it’s never left.

Hence why one day he made a move, giving you his best cheesy pick up line at a party Sue threw one weekend. But you ignored him, it was only 2 hours into the party and you weren’t drunk enough to be taking him seriously. However, multiple drinks and shots later, he tried his luck again, and he hit the jackpot. You took him up on his offer. Whilst Sue was in the other room trying to clean up after her guests, you were in Johnny’s room, stripping off in-between heated open mouthed kisses.

It’s pretty obvious where that lead and the next day, you were so mad at yourself for letting it get that far. You cursed alcohol and your stupid brain as you quickly re dressed, repulsed at yourself and your actions. That’s when Johnny shot up, trying his best to make you stay, shutting the door as you tried to open it and standing in the way. You made eye contact with the player and he kissed you. You can’t recall anything else other than feeling captivated by him. His lips moved in sync with yours like they were always made to touch and you couldn’t control the way your body yearned for more.

And the rest is history. Since then you’ve been late night texting and meeting up whenever you could to hook up. Johnny eventually got his own apartment too which only lead to more often than not, the pair of you fucking like rabbits.

It hasn’t just been hookups though, as much as you’d love to lie and pretend that it doesn’t mean a thing, it does. You like Johnny, of course you do. He’s actually the only guy that’s ever been able to make you cum. The only guy who isn’t completely selfish in bed. He makes it all about you, every dam time and you feel torn when it comes to him. A huge part of you knows the two of you feel something deeper and more than just sex. You feel something more intimate. It’s definitely not love but it could be, one day.

Before you know it, you’re ripped from your Johnny themed thoughts as everyone starts cheering and clapping. You join in, watching Reed kiss Sue passionately before the two of them walk back up the aisle. You, Alicia, Johnny and Ben all follow behind with the guests joining in.

The reception is just inside and as soon as you all enter, the music begins. The real old school music. You’re The One That I Want from Grease. The DJ really has a way of luring everyone onto the dance floor right away. Usually at weddings, everyone sits down drinking and chilling before the buffet food comes out but not this wedding.

Sue grabs your hand and the two of you re enact the classic Sandy and Danny scene, overly dramatic though of course and unbeknownst to you, Johnny is watching your every move, unable to stop himself grinning like a cheshire cat. It’s very clear you’re having the time of your life and all he wants is to be able to dance with you.

Once the song is over, you walk around the room to look for the table that you’re going to be sitting at until you hear “over here” and you know that voice anywhere. You turn around to find Johnny sat down, a large glass of wine next to his beer. He ordered for you? Why?

“You’re next to me, hope that’s okay” he stands up, helping you into your chair and tucking it in for you before taking his seat again and sliding the glass of wine to you.

“White wine is still your favourite, right?” nerves fill his voice as he keeps his eyes locked on you “yes, it is. You remembered. Thank you” you waste no time in taking a big gulp of it, you can practically feel yourself getting aroused just by sitting next to the man and to think you’re going to have to deal with it the whole day is torture.

You press your thighs together, trying your hardest to stop whatever is happening in its tracks.

“You not going to dance some more?” he asks, sitting back in his chair, one arm draped round the back of yours “maybe in a minute, i’m still recovering from the first one” you giggle nervously, scared of being seen with him. Sure, you were put with him by Sue herself but what if your farce comes apart now, after all, he is being nice to you and the resting bitch face is missing instead a happy expression has taken its place.

Maybe no one will notice since it’s Sue’s big day, that could be the excuse you use if anyone says anything but then again, why should you care to make excuses? If you enjoy his company that shouldn’t be an issue. Maybe Sue won’t care. She’s always wanted Johnny to settle down with someone nice and you’re nice, right? She’s also wanted you to find someone too. But her best friend and brother getting together probably isn’t what she had in mind.

The song Crazy In Love by Beyonce comes on and Sue practically summons you to the dance floor, so you down the rest of your wine before you rush over to join her. Skipping the regular moves, you and Sue both start dancing like it’s just the two of you. No move off limits as you both grind your hips in circles, shaking your asses and laughing your heads off. She is the only person in this world that can make you laugh like that and you feel incredibly lucky to have her and to be here for her big day.

As your moves get more risqué you catch Johnny adjusting his cock in his dress trousers before drinking more of his beer.

The tension is building within you and you’ve never had to fight temptation so much in the whole year that you two have been doing this. You’re usually very good at waiting and making him wait for it but right now, it’s too hard. The next song that comes on is Check On It by Beyonce, again.

The more of the song that you dance to, you notice the lyrics surprisingly match your situation and a wave of confidence drenches you like rain.

If you got it flaunt it, boy I know you want it While I turn around you watch me check up on it Oh you watchin me shake it, I see it in ya face Ya can't take it, it's blazin’, you watch me in amazement

You continue to show off your best assets, making sure you tease and wind him up more before you make any kind of move which is what you usually do. Any time the two of you fool around, you make him wait and earn it, but it’s one of many reasons why he loves hooking up with you, you’re not easy, you know your worth and you’re 100% worth the wait.

The song finishes leaving yourself and Sue breathless almost. Reed stalks closer, handing his bride a drink and you head over to the bar to get another for yourself before sitting back down again. The buffet will be available soon and you’re desperate for something to eat. Peckish isn’t the word.

“Hello again” Johnny beams and you sip some more wine, a rather big sip yet again before you respond “hello. Are you gonna sit here the whole night?” you question with genuine curiosity, he only really danced a little when the Grease song was on but that’s about it and you aren’t oblivious to the other women checking him out.

“No i intend to dance i just need to be drunk enough for it first”

“I see, maybe then one of those lovely ladies will get a chance to dance with you” you say, observing one in particular who has been staring non stop.

“Please, i’d rather dance with you”

Your heart skips a beat and dare you say it, your vagina develops one. He’s such a sweet talker.

“You looked good out there, y’know” he motions towards the dance floor as if you didn’t already clock on to what he meant and you can’t deny the way your cheeks start to heat up as you thank him shyly.

That’s when he leans closer to your ear, his arm round the back of your chair again as he rasps “and that ass of yours in this dress, baby you got me so hard” his breath fans your neck as he returns to his normal sitting position but he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches at the dirty comment. He knows all too well the effect he has on you and you know the effect you have on him.

In the past all it’s taken for him is for you to bite your lip and stare him down for him to get hard before. You’re his weakness.

Before you can even go to respond to him though, he clears his throat, tapping away on his phone as he stands up “anyway, if you’ll excuse me, nature calls” he slips his phone back into his pocket, walking away towards the toilets which just so happens to be right behind the DJ.

Your phone buzzes and you check to see a message from him ‘You coming?’ the text reads.

And that alone is enough for you to choke on your own saliva. You quickly sip your drink before standing up yourself and making your way over to the mens toilets. Thank God no one saw you.

“Johnny” you whisper yell until one of the cubicle doors opens, the bigger one at the end. He winks at you as he appears in the doorway and you strut over to him, allowing him to pull you in and lock the door. Your body is flush against his as he starts to kiss your collarbone first. If Johnny is anything it’s a man who loves to savour the moment. He hates quickies and loves to take his time with you.

You’re obviously not the first woman to fall victim to his touch but you’re the only one right now and you’re glad that he’s had experience, it’s clearly made him all the more sensational in the bedroom.

“Oh” you throw your head back on a quiet moan, hoping not to be too loud despite music blasting outside making it impossible for anyone to hear you.

“Every time you dance, you drive me crazy. Shaking that perfect ass of yours in this dress, making me want you so bad” his lips hover over your sweet spot, his breath fanning it just like it did before.

You wrap your arms loosely round his neck as your back arches and his lips attack your neck like a man possessed, everything about this moment should feel wrong and yet it feels so right. The thought crosses your mind that everyone is out there dancing and most likely eating now all while Johnny is playing with your dress, lifting it up to reveal the new panties that you brought for today. Purple lace to match your dress.

“Oh baby” he groans, tugging on his bottom lip at the sight as his fingers wonder down and slip inside. His cold palm cups your sex making you shiver in surprise before he makes you forget all about it by spinning you around so that you’re pressed against the wall. Caged in by his muscular body as he towers over you.

He presses a chaste kiss to the back of your neck and heat starts to rise to your cheeks, you can’t contain the flustered feeling that fills you. He’s always had a way of being so dominant and stealing all control from you in an instant, since you’re so used to the roles being reversed in your life, he was more than into changing that. And to tell the truth, it’s one of the many reasons that you keep coming back. He pushes you out of your comfort zone in more ways than one.

His fingers play with the flimsy material of your new panties, grazing over your clit multiple times until you’re poking your ass out into his hand. “Someones keen, huh?” his low, raspy and taunting chuckle fills your ear sending shivers up and down your spine and causing goosebumps to form all over your hungry body.

“Please, Johnny” you beg pathetically, once again pushing back against his hand in hopes that he’ll get a move on and touch your properly. Which of course he does. You know he can never resist your charm. All the more reason why he’s slipping your panties to the side now so that his fingers can circle your arousal covered hole, almost dipping into your honey pot but holding back.

“Beg for it” he growls, taking your right earlobe between his teeth and biting down lightly “beg like the good girl i know you are” he continues and you gasp before breathing out a quick plea “p-please touch me Johnny, i need it” as your hands find purchase on the wall.

The feel of his knee spreading your legs apart gets you all the more excited for what’s the come and that’s when he gives you all that you’ve been craving, slipping two thick digits inside of you, coating them in your juices as they hit that spongy spot. He’s never had much trouble when it comes to finding your weak spots, he knows your body inside and out at this point and there’s not a time where you don’t cum when you’re with him.

“That good baby? My fingers getting that little cunt ready for my cock”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head in reaction to the pure filth leaving his not so innocent mouth and just as you go to let out a near enough pornographic style moan, throwing your head back too, the restroom door opens making you stop yourself. Footsteps make their way to one of the cubicles that just so happens to be next to the one your in.

Johnny then takes it upon himself to pull his drenched fingers out of you, reaching his hand in front of your face and shoving them into your mouth for you to suck on, using his free hand to undo his belt and now you know that you’re done for. You know exactly what he’s about to do. His cock rests at your entrance, staying there for a second before he slides in. Your walls welcome him in the best way, wrapping around his cock as he splits you open, stretching you beautifully yet again just like he does every time. The all too familiar feeling consumes you.

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught” he mutters in hushed tones, switching it up so that his hand is fully covering your mouth, suffocating you as he drags his cock along your warm velvety walls deliciously. Obviously you don’t want to get caught but right now the anticipation of what could happen is enough to make you clamp down around him, earning a hiss.

A noise that obviously catches the attention of whomever is next door to your cubicle since the unsuspecting gentleman speaks up “are you okay in there, man?” shit. It’s Ben. You feel a wave of shame wash over you as Johnny picks his pace up slowly “yeah, everything's fine” he chirps, as if he has all the time in the world to converse when he’s buried balls deep inside of you.

“If you say so” Ben responds before flushing, washing his hands and then leaving the room. Now it’s just the two of you again. Johnny takes full advantage of the alone time by pushing you right up against the wall, your cheek squished against the tiles, his calloused hands splaying across your ass cheeks now and spreading them apart. Only so he can take a good look at the way he disappears into your tight chanel with ease.

“Doing so well baby, taking this cock like a fucking pro” he grunts, wrapping his hand around your neck and pulling your head back with the help of his other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair at the scalp but keeping your whole body pressed into the wall.

Sinful moans escape your mouth and at this point you’re way past the point of caring or trying to be quiet. Unless someone walks in then you’re going to let go and revel in the feel of him. The way his body traps you in makes your clit pulsate, you love being manhandled and you always have but only by him.

Anyone that takes even so much as a look at Johnny, they think ‘player’ and they’d be right but they’d also think he’d never be the type of man to be as filthy as he is in reality. Not only has he got a foul mouth on him but he’s kinky not to mention skilful in more areas than one. Dick and tongue game on point as well as those magical digits of his and the way they dance across your sex both delicately and brutally all at the same time.

You’re certainly not complaining though.

“Fuck, Johnny” your back arches even more so than it was before as you shakily cry out his name with the kind of want that only he can spur on “what is it baby?”

“Don’t stop, i’m so close” you whimper desperately.

His pace is now rendering on animalistic as he fucks you into the wall with such vigor, wanting nothing more than to feel you come undone all over his cock, something he’ll never grow tired of.

“Come on then baby, give it to me” he eggs you on, keeping one hand wrapped around your neck still, tightening as the seconds tick by whilst his other hand smacks down on your exposed ass cheek, making it wobble a little which earns him a satisfied hum.

The two of you go crazy with you pushing back to meet his thrusts and him spanking your ass, both of you hungry for that release.

All of a sudden though the blaring music coming from outside stops. Making you panic. Johnny on the other hand is so close to reaching his peak and he knows you are too, so he doesn’t bother to stop.

But you hear the faint laughs of the wedding guests before what sounds like the DJ addressing everyone. Fuck. This better not be the speeches. You had one planned and so did Johnny.

He continues to fuck into you, grunting, growling and panting in your ear, driving you closer and closer to that edge. You can feel the coil twisting and turning in your stomach, on the verge of snapping at any second and you don’t think you’ll be able to hold back the noises when it happens.

“Gonna make you cream all over this cock baby and best believe i’ll be filling this sweet cunt up with my cum”

You rest your hand over his around your neck as your whole body starts to shake. You clench around his cock some more and just as you can taste the orgasm, the addition of his fingers pressing down on your clit push you off the edge and your head drops back onto his shoulder. The music starts up again, allowing you to really enjoy this. Your mouth hangs open whilst you scrunch your eyes closed, seeing stars as you fall into a pit of ecstasy. You can feel your legs shaking and threatening to give way but luckily for you Johnny moves his hands to your waist, wrapping around you so he can hold you up whilst he comes close to reaching his own end.

“Fuckkkkk, squeezing me so good baby”

You do it again for good measure and sure enough, he twitches inside of you, his hot cum painting your walls just like he said and a fucked out spent smile forms on your face making him laugh when he sees.

He rides the two of you through your highs before his thrusts come to a halt and he slowly pulls out. He then grabs some tissues, dropping to his knees and pressing yet another chaste kiss to your clit this time before cleaning you up. He can see that you’re struggling to stand so the second he’s done he rises to his feet, pulling you flush against him and then proceeding to push you up against the wall.

The two of you stare deep into each others eyes for a couple seconds, both of your chests rising and falling as you try to normalise your breathing. That was certainly an adventurous, dangerous and thrilling experience, one that you won’t be rushing to partake in again anytime soon. But it was amazing to say the least. The way he’s looking at you right now makes you want to throw caution to the wind and kiss him. So you do. You crash your lips to his, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and as expected, he kisses back. His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you even closer if that’s even possible.

“What was that for?” he asks as you come up for air and you shrug, not even sure of what it was yourself. But all you know is you like him and this isn’t just some fling to you, some form of messing around until the two of you get bored. There is a genuine connection there, one that you can’t wait to explore some more.

“I don’t even know” you giggle, pecking his lips again.

Silence falls upon the two of you before he finally blurts out “go out with me” as if he’s telling you rather than asking.

“What?” you furrow your brows in confusion.

“Go out with me, on a date”

“I thought Johnny Storm didn’t do dates” you quip back, raising your brows with a smirk to match “i don’t but i’d like to try if it’s with you” and that alone warms your heart. The same heart that’s been crushed and broken so many times before and it’s almost like he’s mending it. Not that you’re complaining.

You take no longer than a second to think before you’re agreeing and kissing him some more. That’s when the music stops and you both look at each other.

He quickly zips up his pants, doing his belt up again and shrugging his jacket back on before turning back to you. With you both now looking decent again, you get him to check your makeup, he wipes the stray bits of mascara that smudged before kissing your forehead.

He lets you leave first whilst he waits an appropriate 2 minutes before he heads out too. No one suspected a thing and now it’s time for the speeches.

This is definitely going to be a wedding to remember...

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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MANAGER!SEIJOH AU

a/n: this is kind of an au like what if you were

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 i would like to request a seijoh!manager reader who’s a first year and is siblings with ushi and the team’s reaction to finding out that she was supposed to go to shiratorizawa with ushi and their reaction with her getting along with the shiratorizawa volleyball team and maybe the manager is a small cute soft little energetic ball of sunshine 🥺🥺 also hewwo, hope youre doing well! ☺️ -🎷🐛

- Ir seijoh manager series is so gooood. Can we get something where by some weird reason yn-chan is close to ushijima and tendou and the seijoh boys dont know about it and how they'd react to her being so affectionate w them ahahwindkdn

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HOW FREAKING PRETTY TENDOU IS LIKE AKLFDJLASKFJDLSKFJDSFLKD

okayokayokay

so this is a what if thing

like what if ushijima was your older brother

SLKFDJADFLIJSDKLDF I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE OIKAWA SCREAMING

you didnt exactly have the best relationship with your mom

you remember when you were younger that she used to yell at your brother for using his left hand and you got angry a lot because you were fiercely protective of your brother

this caused her to yell at you too for being nosy and being involved in something you shouldnt be in

duh we know that ushi’s dad takashi actually supported him for this and protected him too and you were also a papa’s girl so you always ran to him

he understood you both better and while your mother worked, he was at home taking care of you two

then when they mentioned wanting to separate, you were very sad but somewhat relieved

mostly because you hated hearing your parents arguing and you felt bad for your brother as he constantly did whatever to get you out of the house

thats what brought on your love for volleyball

you werent exactly the best player but you were interested in it and often watched matches with him

but you also liked volleyball because your brother liked it

you liked whatever your brother liked

he adored you too and he was a boy who didnt talk much due to your mother but he was always a talker with you

especially when you couldnt sleep, he would sneak you out of your room and you both would run to the kitchen and eat ice cream

even with just a 2 year age difference, he looked as if he was older than you due to his massive height

‘just wait nii-chan! i will drink enough milk to reach your height!’

*insert lenny face*

AKLDJFSLDKFJDF I HATE MYSELF

CAN I PLEASE DIE

however

when they divorced, you thought your father would take both you and ushi

like the lady at the court even asked you where you wanted to go and not a breath of hesitation you chose your father

you weren’t very concerned because you knew your brother was going to choose your dad as you both were closer to him

so imagine your surprise when he said he didnt care and naturally, the mother would get the child

lowkey you felt hella betrayed and when your dad whisked you away overseas, there was this grudge you held against toshi

yall youre like 5

i would be hella mad too if my brother chose the person who yells at him all the time

in california, your father made sure you still remembered your brother and you tried to detach from the japanese lifestyle to your new one but you just couldnt

maybe around 6 years you were already fed up with the hot california heat and you wanted to go back to japan to see toshi again

you got over that grudge years ago but your mother refused to have any contact or anything to do with your father and so that included you too

she refused to let you both video chat and any type of connection

your dad obviously noticed your sad expressions and your obvious longing to go back to your brother again and so he arranged something

you shut the door gently before taking off your shoes by the doorway

the large house was often quiet except for the constant typing of a keyboard in your father’s study

‘tadaima’

you meekly mumbled but his sense of hearing never wavered so he heard your voice

‘oh? y/n?’

his voice echoed through the hallways and you heard his chair squeak as it was moved back so he could stand

your sock-cladded feet padded against the hard wood floor and you walked towards his study where indeed he was standing there

your father has definitely aged yet his job as a coach made him as fit as he was decades ago

as much as it disgusted you, you could tell what your friends meant when they said your dad was good-looking

they actually said your dad was hot but you refuse to acknowledge that

you and your friends are like 12 tf

you closed the door and sat down on the loveseat at the corner of the room as it was your designated spot

‘hey, papa’

you greeted with a smile and he gave you the same grin

‘i ordered f/f (favorite food) for dinner tonight so try and listen for the bell to ring, okay?’

you nodded

there was bit of small talk and you asked about his team while he asked about school and you both arranged to hang out over the weekend at some ice cream shop

the conversation dragged on until you heard the doorbell and you ran to the door to answer the delivery man

your dad put out the plates on the table and you excitedly dug in

‘also, you remember your grandmother? and her terrible back?’

oh god of course you did

they lived about 30 minutes away from your house in japan and she constantly worried your father bc the woman was approaching 90 and was still picking peppers!

with old coach ukai

‘what did she do now?’

your father chuckled at the exasperation in your voice

‘she misses you. says something about the family’s princess needing to go back to her country or something’

there was a smile in your face

your grandmother was your favorite and she always said you were the princess

she hated your mother because of how insensitive she was so she only acknowledged you as the only other female in the family

obviously your brother was also liked but there was just a special bond between you and your grandmother

‘so when are we going back?’

you asked and it was clear that you were excited at the thought of going back to japan as you havent been back since you moved due to your father’s busy job and your school

takashi swallowed his food before revealing the news

‘actually, if you want, you could finish your schooling there. but only until college first though because your old man needs you over here too’

nah bro you didnt even care about the last part

literally your fork fell to the table and you shrieked

‘WHAT?! SERIOUSLY?!’

and thus brought you back to japan

you stayed with your grandmother on your dad’s side and you quickly got accustomed back to japan life

your BROTHER!

okay

so waka-chan def heard you coming back

your mother was grumbling about it the other day and he was sure he heard your name in there

‘sdkfjkdslfjdkslfj y/n dkfjlsdkfjldkf’

LMAO THATS ME TRYING TO SAY THAT WAKA COULDNT UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE SAID SINCE SHE WAS MUMBLING SHE WASNT KEYBOARD SMASHING LMAO

there was a mutual giddiness in there too and he was excited to see you again after many years without contact

however

there was a bit of fear in there that thought back to when you were younger and his choice of not really having a specific parent despite your pleads to stay together with him

but he was going to make sure your bond was still intact!

he would do anything in his power to do so!

when you arrived

your dad accompanied you back to japan and you both were walking out to the exit of the airport when you saw your grandmother excitedly waving a sign around

in bold sparkly letters, it said ‘USHIJIMA’

okay wait i love grandma usui

you quickly ran over to her and she grasped you into her arms

‘nana’

you sobbed and she hugged you tightly

‘im so happy youre back home’

your father shook hands with the friend she brought to help drive you guys back home

old man ukai was basically the chauffeur but hes really good friends with your nana so it was okay

the entire ride you guys basically caught up with each other and you couldnt help but laugh whenever your dad would go on a rant about your grandma being too reckless and your nana defending herself

‘oh stop it, takashi. i was only given one life and if it’s over, it’s over. for now, ill live it how i see fit!’

your old family home was exactly as you remember it but you didnt expect the 6′2 boy in the living room

‘nii-chan’

you meekly whispered and he let out a soft smile before opening his big arms

you ran into them and he held you tightly

‘i missed you. so much’

he whispered and you nodded

it was def such a nice thing to have your brother again

oooo your dad been knew that you would be sticking to waka like you did when you were itty bitty young

so when you practically begged waka to stay at your nana’s house the entire summer, he couldnt refuse you

duh your mom went to see you but you just quietly sat there and smiled at her

polite but distant

due to being around waka so much, you naturally went to his volleyball practices and their training camp

there

you met his friends and you guys quickly got acquainted especially with tendo bc he was just so fun

and he was your brother’s boyfriend best friend

the others were still kinda distant with you ahem ahem im looking at you shirabu

but they were mostly amazed at how powerful the genetics played in your appearances because wowza you were beautiful

lmao dont let waka hear them say that bc they would be benched all season in a single snap

during training camp, you usually sat at the sides or you would be their stand-in manager

goshiki absolutely LOVES you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOSHIKI MY SON MY BABY

him and you were the same age so there was an easier way of being friends and your energies just matched so well

he would run up to you whenever he got a play right and you would ruffle his hair affectionately

LADKSJFLDSKFS FLASHBACK TO TENDO!SISTER X GOSHIKI

‘y/n-chan!’

hell even ushi was getting annoyed at goshiki’s constant need for you

tendo would steal you away and he would be giggling to you about how adorable you were and you just giggled along bc wow this beautiful man is really talking to me right now

ALKSDJFLKSF CAN YOU TELL IM ALSO A TENDOODOO SIMP?

‘cmere, y/n-chan. i taught toshi this the other day and he was very impressed and wanted me to do it again. okay so it goes in a rhyme, ya ready?’

you nodded along and he shot you a close-eyed smile before starting to draw on the dirt with a stick

‘there once was a man with-’

lets just say

you were definitely your brother’s sister

sometimes though

you would try and go towards the calmer players to get away from the rowdiness from baby daddy tendo and baby goshiki

you would find them at the gym just doing drills and at the sight of you, they would turn red but continue playing

they didnt really mind seeing you there bc youve always been such a positive energy and cheered them on which gave them strength

‘NICE ONE OHIRA-SAN!’

‘WAHHH SO COOL YAMAYAMA-SAN!’

you were like a cute ball of serotonin >o<

‘wah, of course its expected for you guys to be the top in the prefecture. youre like,,,,, silent but deadly~!’

duh a compliment from a girl?

dead

shirabu’s bangs would get in the way of his vision sometimes yall i will never stop making fun of that ridiculously adorable haircut so you would use a clip and tuck it away for him

this big babie is so awkward that he turns red when you whisper in his ear that you were done

semisemi baby and you got along bc you guys had a similar taste in music and because you lived in california, he was fascinated that you were in the music capital of america

‘did you see celebrities down the street?’

he asked you excitedly one day during lunch

you stopped then smiled softly

‘semisemi-kun, i didnt live at that part of california’

nah to him, america is just filled with celebrities

OH DEAR BABY BOY KAWANISHI

taichi is a generally quiet guy

like you thought he was actually selectively mute when you first met him

but you gradually got him to talk and you would help him whenever he would want to practice

usually it was during the ungodly hours of the morning

you woke up and went to grab a drink from the common room but you noticed his large build exiting the door so you followed him into the gym

‘kawanishi-san?’

you called out and felt guilty when he jumped

‘oh, hey’

he aknowledged

‘wha-’

you stopped to yawn causing your eyes to close making you miss the brief second of softness that flashed in his eyes

‘what are you doing?’

you tiredly asked

taichi dusted off his trackpants after kneeling down to rummage through his bag and you couldnt help but gawk at his height

‘im training early’

he answered

‘why? is it because you want to keep up with the others?’

you mumbled and he was surprised for a second but reverted back to his stoic expression

‘i have to make sure i am able to reach my seniors level for next year’

taichi turned away to grab a stray ball and you moved to go to the storage room for the ball cart

‘oi, what are you doing? go back to bed’

he said from the other side of the gym but you just looked back at him with a tired grin

‘meh, i want to spend time with you, senpai’

you reasoned

he shook his head before walking over to you then ruffled your hair

‘no wonder youre so tiny. you dont sleep enough and let your body grow’

yep that was the closest youve gotten to taichi joking with you

usually, hes training and when hes in the zone, nothing else has his attention but the ball

maybe thats why the others ahem goshiki has said that he was very scary

his game face was practically a mean face

basically you spent the entire training camp with them and then soon, you were going back to school

duh everyone hmm maybe not shirabu bc he most definitely read the school book of rules thought you would be going to shiratorizawa with them

but you broke the news to them one afternoon and imagine the tears from both tendo and goshiki

‘WHHYYYY!!!!’

‘NOOO!!!!!’

‘why can’t you?’

semi asked and you were about to answer when shirabu beat you to it

‘the school doesnt allow late transfers’

oh right

the american school system was set in a different schedule than a japanese school system

it was considered the summer for them yet school already started a few months ago

since shiratorizawa was a very academically and physically prestigious school, they refused anyone who would potentially be late or behind their curriculum

‘so where ya headed to then, chibi?’

tendou pouted and you leaned against his arm

‘hmm some school named aoba johsai? i dont know its near my grannie’s so that’s all that mattered’

oh dear

USHIJIMA NO Y/N WILL NOT ASK TOORU TO GO TO SHIRATORIZAWA

they consider seijoh a rival bc theyve played against them practically in every prefecture tournament and they were worried for that infamous setter

‘ne, y/n-chan, promise us that you won’t be swept away by them! especially a guy named oikawa tooru!’

uhhh

well

tendou’s warning was kinda ignored bc you ended up being seijoh’s manager

hehe

surprise?

but they weren’t really really shocked tho bc they knew you liked volleyball so you would naturally be in the volleyball team

even as a manager

meanwhile in seijohhh

OooOOOoOoOooooo sEiJOOhHHHH~~~~~~

okay so you were actually registered under your father’s last name usui rather than the ushijima last name

therefore you werent exactly immediately known as HEY! USHIJIMA’S SISTER!

you still became the manager the way you did as mentioned in part 1

and you still are their adorable baby manager

you were aware of their oikawa’s hatred for wakawaka so you try not to talk about him even though youre literally the closest person to him

was it traitorous?

maybe

but you actually even help them when they practice

duh the boys are like eyebrow raise emoji

‘wow youre really into volleyball, huh, manager-chan?’

matsukawa commented and you just smiled

‘hmm, my family likes it so ive picked up a thing or two’

LMAO

little do they know your brother is literally the best volleyball player around and is a member of the under 19 team and your father is a volleyball coach in america and would someday be someone iwaizumi hajime (19) would apprentice under

there was a lot of times you thought you would slip up like your home screen was of you and waka but youve been careful to cover it up

BUT

you cant always be sneaky

it was during the first day of the tournament and you were filling up their water bottles I SWEAR WHY IS MANAGER-CHAN ALWAYS FILLING UP WATER BOTTLES when you found a familiar bunch of boys at the end of the hallway just chatting

you havent seen tendou and the boys in so long so you placed the bottles down and rushed over there so quickly

‘TOMUTOMU!’

you shouted and the oddly-haired boy turned and he gasped before grabbing you into a large hug

this grabbed tendou’s attention and he cheered then hugged you too

your giggles and happy cheers were so infectous and they just absolutely missed you so much

these tall boys were at a advantage so someone scooped you up and you were just affectionately being talked to and hugged and LKDSJFSLDFJ SO LUCKY SO LOVED

meanwhile

the plant babies were wondering where the heck you went to

‘y/n-chan?! where is she?!’

oikawa panicked quickly while iwaizumi hit him to shut up

‘be quiet! you won’t find her if you’re too busy freaking out!’

‘ill find her’

matsukawa volunteered and they nodded, feeling at ease of him being capable to find you if you were in trouble

but when he returned empty-handed and with large eyes, they knew something was up

they ran behind mattsun to stop and copy his shocked expression at the sight in front of them

is that

you?

with

shi

oh my god

‘y/n-chan!’

oikawa shouted, being the first to speak

you jumped and your own eyes widened

‘oh. oh no’

you mumbled

the others were so stunned and seijoh itself was so hard to make speechless but they were just shocked

period

‘what is happening’

iwaizumi mumbled

yea the others were just shocked period

‘hey guys’

you waved and you motioned them closer

‘uhh,,, well,,, um they are my friends’

you smiled uneasily and they could see that

‘aaand?’

oikawa signalled you to say everything bc he knew it wasnt the whole story

you sighed

‘ushi,,, jima is my brother’

you mumbled the last part

but they heard you

‘HAH?!’

you cringed and the shira boys were about to move to protect you but they saw you glare at them

‘what? what about it? hes my brother? and?’

you babbled

‘but,, why are you,, in seijoh? dont get me wrong! its just,, youd naturally go to shiratorizawa right?’

mattsun waved his hands around and asked the question thats bugging the team

‘i came to the country late’

‘THE COUNTRY?!’

well,,

turns out you havent exactly told them everything about you yet :/

even when youve cleared the air and introduced waka as your brother, seijoh still didnt say anything

they were stuck in this shocked and surprised moment even at the end of the day and when you went straight to the shiratorizawa team,

they watched with wide eyes as you laughed with goshiki and was jumping around with tendou

‘AH! TOMU! MY HAIR!’

‘TORI-SAN! SATORI-SAN! TAKE THAT!’

wow you were actually really beautiful when youre happy

‘i dont think ive seen her this happy with this much energy’

makki said and they nodded

it was true

you were usually calm and collected and was the perfect balance to this chaotic team

so seeing you so free and loose with them was so refreshing, even if it was with damn ushiwaka

you finally went back to the seijoh boys and they all sent glares to the violet team before sending you a smile

‘you ready to go, manager-chan?’

watari ruffled your hair before handing you your bag to start walking to the bus

‘yea. lets go home’

as you all walked, oikawa was already starting his tantrum

‘y/n-chan~! why aren’t you that happy around us? are we not enough for you?’

oikawa whined and pouted

but you just turned to smiled at him and stopped walking to pat his head

‘im not their manager, therefore im not pressured to act like anyone except as a friend and a spectator. but i try to be as professional as i can with you guys to make sure you dont appear bad to others. and you guys are perfectly chaotic enough, adding me into the mix will just about kill coach’

oikawa didnt seem satisfied though

‘but! thats not fair! they get to see you smile and i dont!’

iwaizumi growled at him to be quiet but you beat him to it

well

you smiled at tooru but your eyes shone maliciously

‘i knew you would act like this, oikawa-san. as punishment, i gave nii-chan your phone number. good luck avoiding him now’

oikawa screamed

a/n: AAWWWWW LETS NOT KILL COACH IRIHATA OKAY? HES LIKE OUR GRANPAPA AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEAVE OIKAWA ALONE WAKAWAKA-KUN!

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xocalliexo · 3 years ago

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Bad Week

I had an anon say I should write something soft with any of Pedro’s characters, so here it is!

(Gif credit to @supernaturalgirl20)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x GN!Reader

Warnings: A tiny bit of upset reader in the beginning, but nothing major at all. Soft Marcus.

You don’t think you’d ever been happier for a Friday night. Ever.

This had been one hell of a work week, and you couldn’t even spend any time with your boyfriend, Marcus, because he was out of town on a work assignment.

Pulling into his driveway, you quickly grab your weekend bag (not that it has a lot in it, most of your stuff is spread throughout Marcus’ house) and open the front door.

Before you can do anything, Marcus rushes to you and pulls you into a tight hug. You melt immediately, so happy to finally be with your love. You had talked every night on the phone and he knew what a rough week you had, but it still wasn’t the same as physically being with him.

After a kiss on the forehead, he pulls you in for a soft kiss on your lips. After breaking apart he smiles gently at you. “I’m so glad to see you, sweetheart.”

“Oh god, Marcus me too. It’s like the longer were apart the worse it gets, you know?”

He leads you over to his couch, your bag forgotten at the door. Pulling you in to cuddle, he agrees with you. “I know. I do enjoy going out on assignment most of the time, but I find I don’t enjoy it as much anymore.”

You sigh, completely understanding what he means. You knew he worked for the FBI when you first started dating, about a year after he moved to DC, so you knew that sometimes he’d be gone on assignments. You would never ask him to change anything about his job for you and he’s grateful for that.

“What do you want to do this weekend, baby?” He asks you.

“Honestly, I think I just want to stay in. Maybe get pancakes and go to the farmers market on Sunday?”

Marcus shifts a little and looks at you. “I think that sounds perfect. But I think we should visit Ikea tomorrow.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Why is that?”

“Well, you’ve always complained about my small bedside tables, and I thought maybe we could pick some new ones out together. Because I’d like you to move in with me and I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

He looks at you with a sheepish grin. It was hard getting back in to the dating pool after Teresa. He was afraid to open his heart again to someone, but then you walked into his life and he never looked back.

Before thinking, you threw your arms around his neck, trying not to cry. “Of course I’ll move in with you! Waking up next to you every day, doing all the little domestic things with you sounds amazing. I know we do that a lot now anyway, but there’s going to be something so special about knowing we’re living together.”

Marcus kisses you, the kisses slowly getting more and more heated. He pulls away and smiles, “A life with you with beside me sounds like the best life I could have.”

Maybe your week wasn’t so bad after all.

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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Could you write something about submissive Frankie? I feel like he would probably be into Bondage and praise, and he definitely likes getting bossed around and told what to do because he always has to be the one in charge of the boys. He'd definitely be into someone forcing him to stop worrying and trying to be there for everyone.

Let Go (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: Frankie needs someone to take care of him too sometimes.

W/C: 3.4K

Warnings: holy shit what isn’t in here. talk of bad mental health. talk of Frankie’s cocaine addiction, which is in the past. talk of death, specifically of Tom. Smut, 18+ ONLY. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), bondage, lots of dirty talk, “good boy” is used frequently, oral (m and f receiving), spit as lube, titty-fucking, cum eating, dom/sub elements, bottom/subby Frankie, face sitting, p in v sex, uh that should be everything.

A/N: okay I don’t write this kind of stuff that often (bc I’m a mega bottom) but I hope this was okay, anon!!

The boys love to call Frankie mom. Frankie is the one who coordinates the plans, who sets the time and the place, who is always the designated driver because lord knows the other men like to get shitfaced.

Frankie is and always has been a caring man. He doesn’t call the shots, or take the lead. He hangs back and makes sure the other men are okay first. He knows Benny is soft-hearted, more than any of the others. He checks that he’s handling things. He asks Pope if he can head any other smaller tasks. He makes sure they all eat something and stay out of too much trouble.

He’s often the voice of reason too. The men love to cause chaos, and particularly love to make rash decisions. Pope’s leadership makes the other men blindly follow on occasion, and Frankie is always the one to stop and question. Most of the time, Pope finds that he’s right. Frankie has the strongest moral compass of the group.

Out of all the men, Frankie refuses to be cared for. He bundles his emotions away somewhere deep inside and focuses on the task at hand, leaving him to unravel the knot he created of his feelings later. That’s what led him into addiction- it was the support of the other men that helped him once they uncovered the truth.

That’s what happened in South America, in the disastrous events that killed Redfly and left him with a small sum of money for a lifetime of trauma. He came home to find that his wife left him, and it took everything he had not to relapse again.

The men knew better this time, and Frankie was finally so broken that he gave in. He cried into Benny’s arms while Pope flushed his stash down the toilet, while Will enrolled him in a quiet and discreet outpatient rehab.

That was a long time ago now. Frankie returned to his normal place in the team, the voice of reason. They even respect him more now that they know the depth of his wisdom. Then Frankie met you.

You were everything Frankie needed. You brought sunshine and warmth and happiness into the man’s dull and dreary life. He was no longer living from fight night to fight night, but from the time he got to see you until the next. When you finally moved in together, the men all rejoiced too. Frankie’s energy and happiness and mood all lifted, and he was a happier man with you in his life.

For the first time of his life, Frankie allowed someone to take care of him. He allowed you to cook him meals and took naps on weekends, knowing you’d wake him if something happened. You’d shower him with kisses and affection, rubbing his aching back and working out his sore muscles. He works a hard, manual-labor job, and you treat him wonderfully when he comes home.

He loves you, more than he’s ever loved anything. He loves coming home at the end of the day to find you there, loves the way you wrap your arms around him and kiss him. It’s been months of living together and neither of you have ever tired of each other, never lost that excitement of hearing your partner walking through the door after a long day.

Frankie has softened under the warmth of your love, melted like butter from the affection and love you offer. When he’d normally come home and channel his frustrations through his hips and into his hand, he talks to you and tells you what’s wrong. He listens to his friends more carefully but allows their problems to leave his mind when he gets to see you again.

Today has been hard. Frankie had a hard day at work, his supervisors hurrying him around and giving him a seemingly endless pile of tasks. When he finally finished work, he met up with the you and the guys for a beer. All of the men had their own problems to vent about, and Frankie naturally put aside his own frustrations to listen to the struggles of his friends.

Benny’s been on a mean losing streak. Will has been having endless nightmares of their time in South America, which only brought the four men at the table down even further when he told them all of the terrible memories. Santiago was in a mean mood, shooting snappy remarks at the other men and sinking lower into his annoyance. You tried to lighten the mood, but it seemed that no one was in a good mood tonight. The alcohol didn’t change much, only made Benny weeper and Santi more annoyed. You and Frankie left after about an hour, and he sighed as you drove his truck home, removing his cap and running a hand through his curls.

“How was your day, baby, hm?” You asked gently, your hand reaching over to rest on his thigh.

“Bad, but better now,” he smiles softly. Your touch always reassures him, and the both of you know what the image of you driving his truck does to him. “Lots of shit at work. I was hoping the guys would be a mood-booster, but…” he trails off. You obviously know.

“Hey, let it out,” you ask of him, rubbing his thigh and squeezing it gently. “Tell me about it.”

So he does. Frankie tells you a play-by-play recap of his godawful day, leaving out no detail. You frown as you listen, his frustration and tiredness evident in his voice. “So. I left work pissed off.”

“I can tell,” you chuckle, bringing your hand to his and lacing your fingers together. “But it’s over now.”

He nods with a little smile, looking over at you. “It is. I got my girl with me, I have tomorrow off, and we’re headed home, far away from those fucking idiots.”

You chuckle, loving the way he calls you his girl. Something about that nickname makes your heart flutter every time. “I know something that could make your night better,” you offer in a teasing tone, raising an eyebrow at him and smiling.

He can read the context. He plays into it, grinning. “Oh yeah? How do you plan on doing that, pretty girl?” He asks, dropping your hand and rubbing your thigh as you drive.

You’re at a stoplight, so you lean across the console with a smile. “Let me take care of you tonight, baby. We need to break in those new ties we got, don’t we?” You ask, bringing your face close to his.

Frankie’s pupils widen with lust as he hears the word. “Oh, yeah, we do,” he breathes out, his pants already starting to feel tighter and tighter. “You sure, baby?”

You nod and smile, kissing him quickly. “You deserve it. I’ll be real good to you tonight, I promise,” you murmur as you press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

Frankie smiles. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Frankie baby.”

“Is that okay?” You ask him softly.

Frankie’s wrists and ankles tug against their constraints. He can’t move any of his limbs more than an inch before the soft rope holds him back. “It’s perfect,” he nods as he tries each of the restraints and finds that he can’t move. “I fucking love you,” he says as he looks up at you.

He’s the picture of vulnerability, fully naked in front of you and bound to the bed by each limb. His unsurprisingly thick and long dick is standing at attention, fully ready for you. His eyes hold all of his love, and you grin down at him.

You’ve never been the dominant one- not in your social life, at work, especially not in bed. But something about Frankie, about this kind and warm man, makes you desperately want to take care of him. It’s not that you get off on the ties holding him down, necessarily, though the way he struggles against them is a sight to behold. No, it’s the fact that for this moment, Frankie gets to relinquish all of the control and you get to take care of the man who takes care of you so often.

“I love you too, Frankie,” you coo, putting on your best bedroom eyes. It’s easy to slip into this persona for him, in the way he sometimes needs to be the one dominating you. “You gonna be a good boy for me, baby? You gonna let go?”

“Gonna be so good,” he nods, watching your face as you lick your lips and hungrily eye his dick. “Please, baby,” he begs of you.

You nod. “Always such a good boy,” you purr and climb over the end of the bed, settling between his legs and taking his dick in one hand. He’s so thick, you can barely encircle it with your fingers. You give it a slow tug, not bothering to spit into the hand to make it smoother. Frankie loves the friction, loves the way your warm hands move against the sensitive skin there.

“Fuck,” he shudders at the feeling, and you can feel his toes curling against your side. “Please, baby girl,” he whimpers as he looks down, sees your lips hovering just above the tip.

“Okay,” you nod with a little smirk. “Only because you asked so nicely.” Your lips take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and he moans harder at the sensation.

Bobbing your head up and down, you moan around him softly. “You feel so good around me,” he shudders, forcing himself to keep his hips glued to the mattress. “Love your tongue baby. Wish I could grab at your tits right now.”

You pull away and continue to stroke him, chuckling a little as you look up at his flushed face. “I know you love them, baby,” you tease, pushing your breasts up for him to see. “How far can you move your hips? Can you show me?” You ask, a hand rubbing at his thigh.

Frankie nods and thrusts them, showing that he has a small range of motion. He can thrust them just enough up and down.

“You wanna fuck ‘em?” You ask Frankie, swirling your thumb around the tip. “You want me to fuck you with my tits? How does that sound?”

Frankie’s eyes go wide in shock, in surprise and hunger as he looks down at you. “Yes, please baby,” he nods. “Wanna feel it, wanna feel those pretty tits around me.”

You climb up over his body, straddling his strong abdomen and pushing your tits up, holding them in front of his face. “Spit on them,” you command him, and Frankie complies. “Lick them. Make them nice and wet, baby.” He does it, lavishing the soft and delicate skin of your breasts with his tongue, dampening the skin.

You smile devilishly and crawl back down, pushing your breasts together and positioning Frankie’s tip at the bottom. “Go ahead, baby. Come on.”

He slowly thrusts up into it. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt, Frankie’s hardened length sandwiched between your tits, but you definitely decide you like it as you look up at the expression on his face. His mouth hangs open in awe as he studies the image in front of him. “Fuck,” he shivers. Frankie has always been a tits man, and this is all too much.

“Yeah?” You ask, licking the tip as it comes up through the soft skin, pressing a kiss to the head. “Go on, baby. You can do it.” You play with your nipples as you hold your breasts there, sighing as you tug at the soft peaks.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he basically whimpers as he thrusts in and out of them, the soft skin driving him crazy. He looks blissed out, absolutely in heaven.

“Good boy, Frankie,” you shiver as you feel his cock twitch against your chest. Your heart is pounding so fast and hard you’re sure he can feel it against the sensitive tip. “You gonna cum like this baby? Here?” You ask him, moving your chest against him. “I’ll let you if you ask nicely.”

His brow furrows as the tip pokes in and out of your cleavage, your wet lips pressing sloppy kisses and licks to it when you can. “Please, baby, wanna cum in your tits. Wanna see it.”

You nod. “Such a good boy, Frankie. Go ahead, cum all over me.”

He nods and a few thrusts later, he spurts his hot and white cum from the tip, crying out your name. You move your breasts against him, milking him of every last drop. You moan at the sensation, his hot cum against your flushed chest.

When he’s done, you sit back on your heels and Frankie’s eyes are shut. You chuckle a little, rubbing his thigh. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at the mess you made,” you practically purr, leaning forward for him.

It’s too much. The sticky white liquid drips off your tits, splattered all over. You look so fucking hot that Frankie feels himself starting to get hard again. “Fuck,” he shudders, his spent dick twitching and daring to get a little stiffer.

You smirk as you feel it, can practically sense his arousal seeping back in. You’ve always known Frankie has a short refractory period, allowing the two of you to go a few times in a night, but this is something else, something extremely quick and evident of just how much he’s into the moment. “Oh, baby,” you coo and stroke him softly. “Hard again already? You like it that much?”

You can feel him stiffen in your hand. The blood that rushed away with his orgasm is coming back just as quickly. “So fucking pretty. Just want you to fuck me.”

The words go straight between your legs, where the hot arousal has been pooling the whole time you’ve been treating him. “Oh, yeah?”

“Will you sit on my face?” He asks, voice broken. “Wanna taste you.”

Gulping, you want to say no. You want it to be all about him, but you can’t deny how fucking fantastic he is with his tongue, how desperately aching your clit is. “Fine. But not enough to finish. Gotta do that around your dick, pretty boy,” you coo and give his dick one last pump.

You climb over his body until your tits hang in front of his face. “Clean them off,” you order him, and he does exactly that. His skilled tongue swipes off all of the cum, swallowing it as he gathers it. After a few moments, you’re clean. “Good job, baby,” you mumble and scoot until your clit hovers above Frankie’s mouth.

He wants to grab you, wants to pull you down to him. He can’t. He shivers and waits until you finally sink down low enough for him to get to work.

He works at your clit with all of his attention, his tongue lapping against it and sucking on it. “Fuck,” you shudder, leaning against the headboard and propping yourself up with your hands. “Good boy. Doing so fucking good, ah,” you cry out and your head falls forward onto your arm.

He gets harder, you can tell, making soft noises into your dripping folds. He’s so fucking good at it, desperately eating you out.

Before long, you can feel your orgasm approaching. You push up to your knees, Frankie’s face remaining below you. “Oh, fuck,” you shiver. “So good for me.”

“You gonna fuck me now?” He asks, big brown eyes shining.

“Yes, Frankie,” you smile softly and scoot back down his body.

Before you sink onto him, you press your body flat to his and kiss him, softly and slowly. “I love you,” you murmur into his mouth.

“Love you too, pretty girl,” he shudders at the feeling, at the way your tits press to his. “So good to me.”

You have to admit, you sometimes worry you’re not doing it right. You’ve been worried this whole time that you’re not doing what he wants, that you’re being too mean or, god forbid, too gentle. His reassurance makes you feel better.

Sitting up again, you line yourself up over his dick. Sliding down onto him, you bite your lip at the feeling of his thick length splitting you open. “Frankie, baby,” you cry out, your eyes fluttering shut.

You take a moment at the bottom to sit with him inside you, to adjust. It’s all too much, and all you want now is him. “Do you want me to untie you?” You offer, though your voice is absolutely broken.

“Please, baby, wanna feel you.”

You nod and get completely off of him, getting off the bed too. You untie his ankles first and then his hands, which gravitate to your sides. Once he’s free, he pulls you on top of him again. “C’mere baby. You can ride me, but I wanna make you feel good too,” he murmurs, lining you up and thrusting up into you.

You cry out at the feeling again, your head falling onto his shoulder. “Frankie,” you whimper, both at the feeling and how quickly he returned to the one in power.

His hand lowers and circles your clit. “There,” he nods, kissing your neck. “Now ride me, please.”

You nod, beginning to bounce up and down on him. His freedom gives him more of an ability to grind against you, to thrust the opposite direction of you and make it even more powerful when he pushes deep inside of you.

His fingers work perfectly in time against you, and you can feel the little extra wetness as his precum leaks deep inside of you. His strong hips move in time against yours, lots of quiet and pleasured noises trailing from his lips. “Fuck, baby,” he shudders and presses his lips to yours, kissing you desperately.

You squeal against his lips as his dick finds the g-spot deep inside of you, pressing against it time and time again. “Don’t stop,” you beg and press your forehead to his, your sweat mixing with his own.

“Don’t think I could if I fucking tried,” he breathes, thrusting harder. “Come on, baby. Cum on me, let me cum in you.”

You nod, trying your best to hold out just a little longer. Finally, the cord holding you back snaps and the orgasm rushes through you, making you cry out Frankie’s name as your forehead remains pressed to his.

It’s never happened like this, never with your faces so close and intimate. He watches your expression contort, the pleasure on your face and it absolutely wrecks him. “G-gonna cum baby,” he grunts, holding back.

“Please, Frankie,” you tell him, kissing him for a moment before pulling back. “Fill me, please.”

He bites his lip as he shoots deep inside of you, the pure bliss rushing through his veins as your walls flutter and clench hard on him. He slowly comes down from it and his head falls back into the pillows, swallowing hard.

“Good boy,” you sigh and remove him from inside you before collapsing onto his chest, spent and flushed. “Fuck, baby,” you laugh softly, nudging his chest with your nose.

“I’ve never done that,” he admits, breathlessly, his oxygen just coming back.

“Did you like it?” You ask, your ear pressed to his heartbeat, hearing the loud thumping slow its rhythm.

He chuckles and it makes his chest vibrate. “What do you fucking think?” He laughs, kissing the top of your head. “You’re too good to me, babe. I fucking adore you.”

You smile softly. “I just… get nervous. You know that’s not my thing, being the one to tie you up and take control.”

“I know it isn’t,” he nods. “But I love you even more for being willing to do it. For taking care of me.” He pulls your chin up with a finger to kiss you slowly, lovingly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you sigh as you break away.

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