#see you in another 2 years when i finally muster up the courage to start s10

[atomicami]

comfort crowd

boyfriend’s mom!abby anderson x fem!reader

- summary: you’ve been dating your boyfriend for 2 years now, until all of a sudden he starts to act differently around you. one night, you come over to his place to see him, only to discover that he’s out cheating on you with another girl. as a result, you receive comfort from the person you’d least expect—his mother.

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, older/milf!abby, age gap (reader is 20, abby is 38), reader is in college, owen (he is mentioned a lot but does not make an appearance), mentions of past teen pregnancy, abby and owen are divorced, infidelity/cheating, reader has her first intimate experience with a woman, kinda softdom!abby, oral & fingering (r!receiving), squirting, scissoring, slight edging, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything else

- author’s note: it’s finally here, sorry this one took me so long…i’ve been a bit nervous to do this pairing but it did win the poll i posted a while back so yeah…i also have to say that this fic took a lot of work and effort for me to write out, so i really hope y’all enjoy it 🤍

You were wishing that your suspicions about your boyfriend weren’t true.

A little over two years ago was when you first met Andrew Anderson-Moore. It was during your senior year of high school and your family had just moved to the city as a result of a job offer that your father had received. Having to start over at a new school was scary for you, but meeting Andrew made that experience a little better.

The two of you connected instantly, and it didn’t take long for you both to start dating and make it official. On your first month anniversary of being together, you two decided to introduce each other to your families. You brought Andrew to meet both of your parents first, and he brought you to meet his dad first before meeting his mom a week later.

Now you’re in your third year of college, still maintaining your loyalty towards him, and you still keep in touch with his parents as well, preferably with his mom, Abigail.

You enjoyed being with Abigail just as much as you did with your boyfriend. She was always so attentive and caring towards you, she treated you as if you were her own. Ever since Andrew had introduced you to her, you’d always make sure to be formal towards her no matter what, even though she could truly care less about it.

“Hi, Ms. Anderson, it’s nice to meet you,” you tell her kindly, removing yourself from your boyfriend’s embrace to shake her hand.

She flashes a smile back at you as she shakes your hand. “It’s nice to meet you too, sweetheart, there’s no need to be so formal though,” she tells you.

“Oh I’m sorry, Abigail—“

“Abby.” She corrects you. “Abby is just fine.”

You simply nod at her in response.

“Alright then, Abby.”

After dinner had passed that day, and you were bringing all the dishes to the sink to wash them, you ended up overhearing Abby say this to her son:

“Make sure you treat her well, Andrew. She’s a sweet girl, definitely a keeper.”

Even though you figured that Abby would be nothing more to you than your boyfriend’s mother, the way she said that to Andrew made you feel unusual inside…But you figured that you were feeling that way simply because it was just a genuine compliment from her.…right?

Since that day, you’ve been close with Abby since then, and Andrew has managed to treat you like royalty.

That is…until a couple of weeks ago when he arrived back from a guy’s trip with his father. You began to take note of the suspicious behavior he’s been having towards you lately. The way he’d hide his phone when he’s around you, how he’d avoid eye contact with you when you ask him about things, and how he’d leave every so often without telling you. It eventually got to the point where you needed to go and address it to him.

And that’s how you got here right now: sitting in your car in the driveway of his mom’s house on a gloomy Saturday night.

You muster up the courage to grab your bag and exit your car before locking it and walking the few steps over to the front door. After taking a deep breath, you step forward and knock on the door. Hoping it would be him answering the door, you’re quick to see Abby answer it instead. “Hey sweetheart,” she says to you. “What are you doing here so late?”

You look up to see Abby looking down at you with a soft smile. She was still in her scrubs with her white coat in her other hand, and with a bunch of little blonde flyaways sticking out of her hair. It looked like she had just gotten back from her shift at the hospital.

“Oh, Ms. Anderson…I was wondering if Andrew was here, by any chance? I need to talk to him about something.” you ask her, praying the answer would be what you’d expect it to be.

Abby let out a sigh and shook her head. “I’m afraid not, sweetheart…Owen dropped him off this morning and he left the house right before I was about to leave for work. I honestly thought he’d be spending the day with you today.”

Although Andrew was an adult now, he still managed to make visits between his mom and dad. Abby and Owen have been divorced for years now, but at the very beginning, they were once dating as high school sweethearts. It wasn’t until Abby had gotten pregnant from him during her senior year, and as a result, he’d figured the best and most traditional way was for them to get married after graduation.

Things were good for the couple so far…until one day, shortly after Andrew’s first birthday, Abby had gotten home early from school only to find her husband in bed with another woman, which instantly led to them getting divorced with joint custody of their son. She felt like she should’ve been hurt and heartbroken about that, but for some reason she just…didn’t. It was almost as if she was falling out of love with Owen anyway, and his cheating was just the sign for her to divorce him.

Even though Abby was the victim in that situation, she didn’t want to tell Andrew about it so as to not damage his relationship with his father. Instead, she made sure to raise him to be a loyal, trustworthy man, just so he wouldn’t end up turning out to be just like his father.

She raised him to make sure that he wouldn’t end up hurting you.

You let out a sigh, looking over at your car before back at her. “Alright, um, I’ll just head out, then…”

As you were about to leave, you felt Abby’s hand gently grab your shoulder, causing you to turn around. “Hold on, um…would you like to come inside? I can’t have you driving around in this awful weather, maybe you can just wait for him in the meantime, yeah?”

You hesitated for a moment, but to be fair, Abby did have a point. It’s been storming so much these days, and based on the few drops you felt land on your shoulder, it seemed like it was going to happen again tonight.

You give Abby a nod, accepting her offer. She steps over to the side, clearing the way for you to enter inside before closing the door behind you.

“Have a seat, sweetheart,” Abby offers, gesturing you towards her couch. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and order some takeout if you’d like? I uh, don’t plan on doing anything tonight…” she continues, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

You nod back at her and set your bag down on the couch before sitting yourself down. “That’s alright with me…Thanks again, Ms. Anderson.”

“Abby, sweetheart,” she replies, correcting you.

“Right, thank you, Abby.”

You watch as she turns around and heads upstairs to her room. Once the shower turns on, you can’t help but get a feeling of deja vu passing through you, remembering that certain day like it was yesterday.

Now, the thought of being with a woman never really crossed your mind, but for some reason, you couldn’t help but find Abby to be so…attractive. You assumed it was just a silly little crush and set it aside because there was no way that Abby would see you as anything more than her son’s girlfriend.

But it wasn’t until about a month ago, that you decided to spend the night at Andrew’s place. It was around 1 am, and you had left Andrew’s bedroom to use the bathroom. As you were just about to go in, you couldn’t help but peek into Abby’s room as you were passing by.

The door of her bathroom was creaked open, the shower was currently running, and while Abby was undressing herself from her scrubs, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes fixed on her figure. Her back, her arms, her hands…you were feeling so attracted to her, to where a wave of arousal was hitting you instantly. You were getting so turned on by her in the way that you should be feeling towards her son instead.

Your gaze kept lingering on her, but once you noticed her blue eyes locking with yours, you quickly rushed back to Andrew’s room. This led you to have to wake up your boyfriend just to have sex with him, all with the sinful thoughts of his mother on your mind.

And even though neither you nor Abby brought up that incident the next morning, she had a strong feeling that those sounds that you were making that night were meant for her.

The sound of thunder startles you. You look out the window to see that it has already begun pouring outside. You were definitely going to be here for a while now, but you didn’t mind it. Abby always provided good company to you anyway.

You watch as the rain keeps pattering down, hitting the glass of the window. Your hand feels the vibration of your phone followed by a chime, causing you to look down at your screen and check the notification you just received.

Abby shuts off the water in the shower once she’s finished, making sure to keep it quick so as to not leave you waiting for so long. She then quickly changed into a shirt and sweatpants before shutting off the lights and leaving her bedroom.

As Abby began to head downstairs, she could hear a faint sniffling sound coming from the living room. It sounded like you were crying. This led to her rushing even quicker now to the living room, walking in to see you quietly crying, your dimly lit phone in one hand while your face was buried in the other, collecting all of your tears.

Concerned, she slowly began to approach you. “Hey, hey sweetheart…what’s the matter?” she asks calmly, sitting down next to you on the couch and placing a hand on your shoulder.

All you could do was shake your head in response. You were so choked up on your tears that you couldn’t even speak. You felt Abby get closer to you, trying to take a look at what was on your phone. You quickly hid it away from her, but it was too late. She had already caught a glimpse of the familiar figure that was on the screen.

Her hand makes contact with yours, trying to get ahold of your phone. “Let me see,” she tells you in a commanding, yet gentle tone.

You couldn’t help but give in, slowly loosening your grip on your phone, now letting her have it in her possession. Once the phone was in her hands she took a closer look at the screen, eyes widening in shock and disbelief. She couldn't believe what was seeing right now.

It was a picture of Andrew, her son, out at a party, with his lips attached to another girl’s, that clearly wasn’t his girlfriend.

Abby was just as shocked as you were. But she wasn’t just shocked. She was enraged, enraged at the fact that her own son had gone behind your back and hurt you like this. You were the sweetest, kindest soul she’d ever met, how could he, or anyone manage to break your heart with no remorse whatsoever?

Along with that, Abby couldn’t help but feel disappointed either. She spent the past twenty years raising her son to not be a cheat like his father was. But at that moment, after seeing that photo and the state you are in right now, she felt like she failed as a mother.

At that moment, she wanted to make things right.

Not only that…she wanted to make you forget about her son and make up for how he treated you.

Abby sets your phone down and reaches for her own that was on the coffee table. You try to stop her from doing so, knowing that she is going to call her son right now. “I-I tried calling h-him,” you choked out, grabbing at her forearms. “H-He didn’t respond.”

Abby gently shakes your hands away from her arms and grabs her phone before quickly unlocking it. “He’ll respond to me, sweetheart, trust me,” she tells you sternly, getting up from the couch and making her way back upstairs to her room before closing the door.

She was definitely right about that. It didn’t take long for you to hear the muffled shouting coming out of Abby’s room. Even through the thick walls of her house, you could hear her clear as day:

“Andrew, what the hell were you thinking?! Your girlfriend is here in my house, worried sick about you and you’re at a fucking party cheating on her with another girl?! I didn’t raise you to be like this. If you wanna keep this act up, then go stay with your father, Andrew. I don’t want you coming back here until I say otherwise.”

Despite that Abby was in your defense about this, you couldn’t help but feel so overwhelmed. You honestly wished you hadn’t come here in the first place. Even though it was storming harshly outside, you felt like the best thing was to just go home. This was the last place you wanted to be at right now.

Once Abby had finished talking on the phone, she then went back downstairs to the living room, only to see you heading towards the front door to leave. She quickly stops you before your hand grabs the doorknob. “Hey, where are you going? I told you it’s too dangerous for you to drive out there right now.”

You ignore her and make the effort to push her away and get to the door, but her strong figure wouldn’t budge at all. “I-I need to go, Ms. Anderson, I can’t—“ Your words get cut off as Abby begins to wrap her arms around you, enclosing your surroundings into a hug.

You couldn’t help but give in to her embrace, burying your face into her chest and sobbing into it, instantly staining the soft cotton of her shirt with your tears. The way you were acting right now was hurting Abby inside. It hurt her to know that her son was the one that caused your heart to break into a million pieces, especially knowing how much you loved him. She was willing to do anything right now to take that pain away from you.

“Listen, sweetheart…” She says, slightly pulling away to get a look at you. “I told Andrew to stay at Owen’s in the meantime, okay? You don’t have to worry about him coming here.” she takes another deep breath before continuing. “I didn’t raise my son to be like this, sweetheart…I’m sorry.”

You look up at her and shake your head in response. “I-It’s okay, Ms. Anderson, it’s not your fault…”

The warmth from one of her hands reaches your face, wiping the tears off of your cheeks “I’d like you to stay here for a bit, okay? I don’t want you going out in that storm and getting hurt…I can’t afford to lose what my son couldn’t keep.”

It was clear that Abby didn’t mean for that last sentence to slip, and she didn’t notice that she was thinking out loud until she saw your eyes widen in shock. You couldn’t help but wonder if Abby was having those same feelings towards you as well…

Your gaze shifts away for a second, and you quickly wipe the rest of your tears before looking back up at her. “As much as I’d like to, Ms. Anderson…I really don’t want to be here right now…Everything here just reminds me of him…”

You notice Abby hesitate for a moment. “Do you, uh, want to go to my room instead? Will that help?” she says, practically trying not to sound desperate. She resisted the need to beg for it, but if that was convincing enough for you to stay with her, she would be on her knees in an instant.

“Yeah…That would be a lot better, actually…”

Abby’s arm moves down to the small of your back before keeping you close to her side as you follow her upstairs to her bedroom, which was at the end of the hall. Before you go in, you couldn’t help but turn your head at the room you had just passed—Andrew’s bedroom. You were already thinking about having to eventually go in there and take your things out of his room. The thought of it was already making you sick.

Abby places a hand on your shoulder, causing you to get slightly startled before looking up at her. “You know you don’t have to go in there yet, right?” she assures you, squeezing your shoulder. “I can even get your things out of his room if you need me to.”

You simply nod and smile back at her as a silent ‘thank you’ before turning the knob of her bedroom and letting yourself in.

Upon entering, you realize how much Abby’s room differs from her son’s. Her room was painted in a shade of light blue, her bed was neatly made just as she had it in the morning. On your left, there was her dresser followed by some weights next to it, and on your right was the entrance to her bathroom. That same bathroom you had peeked into not that long ago.

“Your room is nice,” you tell her, your eyes still fixed on your surroundings. “Definitely a lot nicer than Andrew’s.”

Abby lets out a chuckle from behind. “Yeah, I know, he’s always been so unorganized.” she then hesitates for a moment before continuing. “However, there’s always been something in his room that mine doesn’t have…”

You slowly turn around to face her, noticing her starting to approach you. “What’s that?”

She stops in her tracks once she’s in front of you, gently placing her hand on your chin and lifting it up so you can see her.

“…you.”

A smile crept up on your face in reaction to her words. “Is that so? Well…”

You pause for a moment, looking at your surroundings before looking back up at her and leaning in, just close enough to where your lips were just inches away from hers.

“I like it better here anyway,” you whisper back to her.

And with that, Abby gives in and seals your words with a kiss, and you just can’t help but kiss her back. The both of you knew that this was wrong, Abby was your boyfriend’s mother for Christ’s sake.

But if it’s such a bad thing, why did it feel so good for the two of you?

You feel Abby’s hand in front of you, slightly pushing you back so you can sit down on her bed. Once you land on her bed, she drops down to her knees to your height, still maintaining her lips with yours before pulling them away momentarily to strip you down.

Her hands first meet with the hem of your shirt, gently tugging it upwards to get it off. You bring your hands up as she fully discards you from your shirt and toss it to the ground. As she now works on getting your jeans off, you unhook your bra and slowly remove it before tossing it next to your shirt.

Abby looks up for a moment, only for her gaze to linger at the mere sight of your topless self. “My god…” she says in awe, moving both of her hands to your tits. “You look so beautiful…I can’t believe he gets to see this…gets to touch this…”

With her hands still cupping your tits, she leans in to kiss one of them, causing a moan to escape from your mouth. One of her hands moves back to the button of your jeans, and she instantly gets them undone with just a single hand. Her mouth is soon off of your nipple followed by her other hand, now hardened just from the contact of her lips and fingers. You were easily getting so turned on by her, and she knew it.

However, now that your jeans were gone and your underwear was shifted to the side, you couldn’t help but stop her once she was about to dive in between your legs. “W-Wait…” you said, gently pushing her head away from your soaked cunt.

Abby paused her movements immediately, pulling her head away and looking up at you. “What? What is it?” she asks with some slight concern in her voice.

You hesitate for a moment. You genuinely don’t know how you’re going to be able to confess this to her.

“You, um…you don’t have to do it, i-if you don’t want to—“

“But I want to,” she replied firmly, instantly cutting off the rest of your words. “Do you not want me to?”

You shake your head quickly in response. “N-No, I do, I really do, I just thought—“

“Thought what? What did you think?” she asks you, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

It didn’t take long for Abby to get the message. She knew why you were being so hesitant about this. To her, it felt like she was one step away from finally being able to not only taste you but to give you the pleasure that you deserved. But to you, you couldn’t help but simply feel like a burden to her, just like how it was with her son.

“Wait a minute…Has Andrew not been doing this to you?”

Your gaze drifts off to the side, and she takes your lack of eye contact as a yes to her question.

Each of her hands was on your knees, and you could feel her tighten her grip on them a bit, but not to the point where it would hurt you. And even though you were looking away from her, you could see her shake her head in disbelief from the corner of your eye.

“I can’t believe him…” she mutters to herself with a sigh. “He really is just like his father.”

The warmth of her hand makes contact with the side of your face, tilting it back forward to face her. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart…please let me make up for my son’s actions…let me give you the pleasure that you deserve. Will you let me do that? Please?”

You hesitate once again. The thought of having Abby give you even the slightest bit of pleasure felt overwhelming to you, but the fact that she was quite literally on her knees begging to do it to you turned you on even more. If anything, Abby was being more desperate than you were right now.

So you give in this time.

“Y-yes…” you whisper out quietly to her. “Go ahead…”

And with that, Abby’s hands meet together at the waistband of your underwear, fully pulling them down and off of your legs before spreading them even farther than before.

Her lips gently brush over your sensitive clit to kiss it, and the sudden contact causes you to involuntarily jerk back. You didn’t mean to do it, but it’s been so long since you’ve been touched before, that even the slightest touch on your pussy already makes you feel overstimulated.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Abby coos, gently squeezing your hips and bringing you closer to her face. “I’ve got you, just lie back and relax for me, sweetheart, okay? Nice and slow…”

You try your best to keep your cool right now, and even Abby tries to as well. It’s clearly taking everything in her to not just quickly dive into your pussy and devour you alive. But she knows how long it’s been for you. She knows that your body hasn’t been worshipped the way that it should be.

“God….you taste so good…sweetest little thing I’ve ever had…” she murmurs into your pussy, slowly increasing the speed of her fingers.

You couldn’t help but watch in awe at the sight of Abby right now. Andrew was never willing to even put his mouth near your pussy, while his mother here was on her knees eating you like a woman starved.

“Mmmh, g-go faster, please…” you quietly whine out to her, grinding your hips against both of her thick fingers that were inside you.

You didn’t need to say anything else for Abby to instantly obey your command. Her fingers began to pump in and out of your pussy even faster than before. They were going in so deep to the point where the tip of her middle finger easily tapped into your g spot, and you absolutely loved it.

Before you knew it, Abby’s fingers and mouth were going at an extremely rapid pace inside you, so fast to the point where you were gripping onto the edge of the bed to hold yourself down.

That feeling was quickly building up inside you now, you were going to cum at any moment. However, something about that feeling felt unusual to you. It was almost as if you needed to stop what she was doing to you.

So you do. You try to warn her, even grab at her wrist to slow down.

“A-Abby, wait—oh God—fuck!”

As much as you tried, you couldn’t warn her in time. Your body had already done its deed, your pussy uncontrollably squirting into her mouth and on her fingers as you reached your peak. The rest of your body felt limp, and your brain was feeling slightly fuzzy from your orgasm.

You felt Abby shift around in between your legs to stand back up, which led you to muster up the energy to sit up on the bed. Your eyes widen at the mess you’ve just created. Everything—Abby’s face, her clothes, her sheets, your legs—was all soaked with your release.

You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by it, quickly closing up your legs and bringing your knees to your face. “A-Abby, I’m so sorry I—I didn’t mean to do that…I tried to—“

“Hey hey, it’s okay sweetheart…Don’t feel bad…” she murmurs out to you, gently caressing your face with one hand while bringing both of your knees back down with the other. “Did it feel good?”

You nod slowly as she looks back down at you. “Yes, it did…Better than—”

“Better than him, right?”

“Yeah. Better than him.”

A smile flashes on Abby’s face as she leans in to kiss your lips, letting you taste a bit of yourself in the process. “Then you shouldn’t be sorry, sweetheart,” she tells you as she pulls away. “Lie down on the back of the bed, princess. I'm not done with you just yet.”

You simply oblige, sitting yourself up and scooting to the back of her bed, lying your head down on top of her pillows that were stacked in front of the headboard. You watch as Abby wipes her face and licks her fingers clean before stripping herself out of her clothes. Just like last time, you couldn’t help but admire her broad, muscular figure. And it wasn't just her figure, it was just everything about her. Her bright blue eyes, her freckled skin, her luscious blond hair…You just felt so mesmerized by her. You felt an attraction to her that just couldn’t compete with Andrew at all.

Your eyes follow her movements as she leans down over her bottom bedside drawer and opens it for a moment before shaking her head and closing it. It didn’t take much for you to be able to see the strap she owned, alongside the few other toys she had in there.

The weight of the bed soon shifts down as she hovers herself over you. “Are you…are you not gonna fuck me?” you ask her quietly.

Abby nods her head as she adjusts the pillows on the back of your head to make you feel more comfortable. “I’m gonna fuck you, sweetheart, just not with those,” she says as she shifts back and begins to position herself in between your legs. “I'm gonna fuck you in a way that no man, not even my own son, could ever do with you. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

You nod quickly, eager to find out how she’s going to do this. However, you didn’t know what to do about it either. “Wait, but how do I—”

“You don’t have to do anything, okay princess? All you have to do is just look pretty for me while I do the work. Lie back and relax for me, just like before, yeah?”

You nod again, resting your upper body back on the bed as Abby continues to maneuver herself over you. She lifts up one of your legs and places it over her shoulder, and then brings her free hand down to her pussy and spreads her lips open with two of her fingers. You could easily see that she was just as wet as you were right now.

She then places her wet pussy on top of yours and you easily gasp at the newfound feeling of it. The way her lips molded perfectly against yours, along with how her arousal was practically dripping on top of your tight hole had you reeling.

“Oh fuck,” Abby mutters out, further pressing herself down on top of you. “Your pussy feels even better against me like this.”

Abby begins to grind her pussy against yours, causing you to moan over the friction. You understand that Abby wants to take her time with you right now, but God was she being so painfully slow with this. You were desperately craving for some more friction already, but you felt too shy to tell her. So you end up weakly grinding your hips instead.

“Whoa there,” Abby says, placing a hand on your hip to keep you steady. “Looks like someone’s eager for more…You want me to go faster, princess? Is that what you want?”

“Y-Yes, p-please Abby…g-go faster…” you whine out to her, continuing to grind against her pussy.

“Needy girl…” she mutters as she increases her pace. “Not even a minute with my pussy and she already wants more…I bet it feels better than any cock you’ve ever had, hm?”

All you could do at this point was babble and whine in response. The feeling of Abby’s wet cunt against yours was getting you easily drunk. You look down and watch Abby place a thumb on your hood, lifting it to expose your throbbing clit to her. She then placed her clit right on top of yours before grinding even faster than before.

The sudden overstimulation caused your eyes to flutter themselves shut and your head to tilt back in pleasure against the stack of pillows behind you. Your body soon starts to feel limp again and the familiar fuzziness in your brain soon returns again. At this point, Abby was practically using your pussy to get herself off. But as long as you kept feeling the delicious friction of her clit rubbing against yours, you didn’t mind at all.

Abby suddenly tightens her grip on your leg, leading you to open your eyes and look back at her. Her brows were furrowed in concentration with her gaze fixed on both pussies. You could hear her quietly whimpering to herself while the muscles in her abdomen were contracting and tensing up as she kept quickly grinding herself against your pussy.

At first, you couldn’t tell what she was trying to do with herself. But it didn’t take you too long to realize why her body was doing these things.

Abby was waiting for you to cum first.

You were at a loss for words at the moment. Andrew never cared about that. He would always be done the second he’d finish, meanwhile, Abby was sacrificing her own pleasure just to make you cum a second time.

“A-Are you close, sweetheart?” Abby moans out to you, keeping her hands firm against you as she continues to rub her pussy onto yours.

“Y-Yes, fuck—” you whimper back as you begin to quickly grind your hips against hers. “D-don't stop, Abby…m’so close…”

At this point, the noises that the two of you were making right now were borderline pornographic. Between your moans and whines with Abby’s grunts, along with the wet squelching sound of both of your pussies rubbing against one another, it's honestly surprising how you haven’t woken up the neighbors by now.

“Fuck, Abby—'m gonna cum, fuck!” you tell her as you grip the bedsheets while continuing to rub your clit with hers.

Within seconds, your pussy began to quickly clench around Abby’s while instantly cumming right on top of it. Once Abby felt that you were emptied out, she soon let her body relax before cumming onto your pussy as well with a broken moan.

Once the both of you have recovered from each other's climaxes, Abby presses a soft kiss to your ankle before gently getting your leg off of her shoulder and setting it back down.

Feeling drunk from your orgasm, you let your eyes flutter shut for a moment, hardly feeling the movements of Abby cleaning you up and tucking you into a fresh set of sheets. Your eyes open back up again once Abby has her arm wrapped around you from behind. “Abby, that was…that felt amazing..” you whisper out to her.

Abby lets out a chuckle before gently kissing the back of your shoulder. “I’m glad I could make up for it, sweetheart,” she whispers back to you.

You turn your head around for a moment to face her. “Are you sure I can spend the night here with you?” you ask her shyly.

Abby smiles at you, giving you a quick kiss on your lips before responding. “Of course you can, sweetheart…you know I told him not to come back,” she reassures you, gently caressing the side of your face with her hand. “You’re in good hands with me, I promise.”

You smile at her before turning back around and pressing yourself closer to her as she keeps you tightly wrapped in her embrace. The security that Abby was giving you right now was more than enough to make you instantly drift off to sleep, secretly wishing that the night that you’d spent with your boyfriend’s mother could now last a lifetime.

And little did you know, Abby was also wishing the same thing too.

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[eisdendrobium]

SINGER SCARA HAS ME GONNA SOB AND I WANNA KISS HIM

Can I request a part two where he talks to you wether it’s closure or u still loving him <3

mind over matter pt.2

pairings : singer!scaramouche x reader summary : seeing you at his concert after years apart made him regret his actions more, wishing that you'd give him a second chance. read pt.1 here !

the concert has ended, scaramouche wave his hands and smiles at his fans, bidding them his goodbye as he exits the stage and the crowd gradually leaving.

right after he enters the backstage scaramouche grab the first guard he sees and ask him to get a certain person from the crowd to meet him which the guard comply without asking.

scaramouche sat down on his chair, grabbing a water bottle and shakily chugging it empty.

his stomach churns at the thought of seeing you again. beads of sweats dripping down his forehead.

a few moments later the guard came to the backstage with you who looks rather anxious as well.

"the person you asked sir" the guard says as he gesture you to enter the backstage.

scaramouche lifts his head to look at you, surprise that he's still alive with how rapid his heart his beating.

you standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do and just wait for him to start talking was making the atmosphere more suffocating for scaramouche.

he stands up immediately after the guard left and the name that he longed for finally escape his mouth "[name]..."

"scara" you respond as well "you wanted to see me?"

he tenses and coughs "y-yeah.. i uh.. didn't expect you'd attend my concert" he says awkwardly, looking back at you.

you smile awkwardly "well here i am"

"...." there was an awkward silence before scaramouche finally ask the question that has been bothering him.

"...why did you came?"

you chuckle lightly and shrugs "i'm a fan"

a shocked expression make its way to scaramouche's face "really?"

"yeah, always have been from the beginning, since.." "..since we dated" scaramouche continue your sentence that you're unable to finish.

"yeah.." the situation is very awkward now, it was making the both of you uncomfortable.

"is there any reason you wanted to see me again scara?"

mustering up the courage scaramouche ask the one question that he had waited so long to ask "i just thought... maybe we could try again?" "what?" "i know! i know i said i wanted to focus on my dream and you're just a distraction but i regret it, i regret every single part of my decision to leave you [name]" he explain desperately.

"i know i don't deserve a second chance after how awful i treated you, but please, if you could... give me another chance, i promise i'll be better.. i can't live without you [name]"

you open your mouth to say something but nothing came out for his explanation had made you speechless.

noticing your lack of respond scaramouche decides to continue "do you still love me [name]..? be honest with me" he begs, as if he's standing on thin line.

"...honestly, i never stopped loving you scara" i breathe out which made scaramouche felt like a heavy weight has been lifted from his chest.

"really?"

"yeah.. why'd you think i'm still supporting you if i don't love you anymore scara? even when your decision hurt me greatly i understand that your dream is more important to you, and honestly watching you thrive and grow made me love you more"

you could visibly sees the way scaramouche face turns beet red at your confession.

"then.. will you be an angel you are and give us a second chance to be better?" he ask hopefully.

"are you seriously still gonna ask that after all that i said?" i raise my eyebrows at him disappointedly.

he grins and let out a sigh of relieve before rushing towards you and embracing you into a big warm hug. a few tears even fell from his eyes as he felt your figure close to him again.

you laugh lightly at his action "stop it scara, you're making me cry too" you into his glassy eyes, making him cry more.

"i'm sorry, i just missed you so much" he bawl his eyes out, hiding his face on the crook of your neck, wetting your clothes.

you gently rub circles on his back, eyes turning slightly glassy as well "missed you too you big baby.. don't leave me again okay?"

he nods his head "promise.." he answer, his voice slightly cracking which made you giggle.

finally, after years apart, after all that misery, you're finally his again and he's finally yours again.

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[alexcabotgf]

всім дякую. розходимось

it's finally happening. i'm pressing play on 6x16 ghost

[nellyofthevalley]

ascendant, ch.4

astarion x fem!tav x gale

rating: explicit content: extremely DUBCON, abusive relationships, emotional manipulation, dead dove, use of aphrodisiac, m/m/f threesome, questionable emotional infidelity, porn with plot lol summary: this is a sad story about the transformation of ascended astarion's love for tav into a vampire's dark desire. obsession. possession. astarion says he would've 'ruined your love, used your trust until it was nothing'. that's this. and it's not just her he'll ruin.

It was true, he wasn’t mad about it; it was a profound sadness that made his dead heart hurt in a manner he’d not experienced before, not in two centuries of slavery, because this was different. To finally see freedom and watch the only person you’ve ever loved distance themselves and feel that you could do nothing about it except the one thing that brought up repressed memories, the one thing that would ruin the relationship with them, even if you gave it. 

chapters: ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4 | ch.5 | ch.6

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Tav wakes when it’s dark again outside; she slept deep, though somehow still not well enough, her body lethargic and resistant to even sit up. They’d stayed up until near dawn when a trickle of light poured through the curtains, when the energy seemed to dissipate from them all at once and they could hardly keep their eyes open. As she sits up and rests against the headboard, her head pounds and her legs feel weak and heavy.

Astarion lays beside her. 

It’s been awhile since she’s woken up with him still in bed. Normally he woke up earlier than her and left, days always packed with something to do, as if it was a necessity to leave the palace. To get away from her, perhaps. 

Why she goes for it, she’s not sure, but she nudges him and wakes him, throwing away her only opportunity at peace. Her only chance to spend time with Gale without him there. But Astarion had been so kind to her last night, not just by allowing her to have Gale over but his entire demeanor was softer, he indulged her fantasies, he kissed her like he loved her and fucked her like he loved her.

“Little love,” he says quietly as he stirs and wakes, “what’s the matter?”

“Nothing. I just… it’s not often you’re still in bed when I wake,” she answers. “I wanted you.”

It feels like a guilty admission after telling Gale how she missed him. But surely he didn’t take it that way—right? What’s a little ‘I miss you’ between friends? And besides that, Astarion and her were bound to one another by blood and marriage, so of course she’s not done anything wrong. 

But she feels bad for it regardless. 

“You wanted me?”

“I miss you. I miss this. Astarion,” she starts to speak, then swallows loudly and musters the courage to continue, “you never listen to me. You think I want impossible things, but I just want you.”

A lie. A lie! She couldn’t even say the full truth, fearing his wrath. She wanted freedom, too, to go outside and make friends and have her own life, though she couldn’t deny that having the old Astarion back would be a massive step up. Maybe if he’d at least reward her with that, then after things improved, she could broach the subject again—maybe she could thaw his fiery temper and then convince him of more.

Let her out for a short walk at first, with an escort, and then maybe she’d be allowed to go to shops or make friends��� maybe in a year, after warming his cold heart, he’d fulfill his promise and fully turn her. 

  “You have me, darling,” he assures, moving over towards her and resting his head in her lap. “Tell me, if we had a day all to ourselves, what would you like to do?”

Tav looks down at him in disbelief and her hand moves on its own, to gently stroke his hair as she found it within her to respond, sure this is another trap or game of his. But when she looks into his eyes and he stares back with a light smile on his face, she thinks she might’ve never woken up. 

“I want to see the city,” she answers. “I want to go to the flower shop and I want to pick out clothes for myself instead of having to choose from what the servants bring me. I want you to come on a walk with me in the park and be present for it, and I want to come home and relax with you. Take a bath, go out to the garden at night and stargaze, talk to you. You don’t tell me anything anymore.”

She waits for his anger, his berating and gaslighting and the terrifying stare he usually gives her like he had in the forbidden hall. 

It doesn’t come. 

“Is that all?” He laughs as he says it, as if it was such a simple ask he hadn’t said no to hundreds of times before! “When our guest of honor takes his leave, we’ll have your day, my love. We’ll find you new clothes and we’ll watch the stars together. Alright?”

“Thank you,” she responds, in shock. 

Tav wants to be mad, wants to yell at him and make him acknowledge what he’s been doing; how he’s been stringing her along and twisting her feelings… but she can’t. When you’re trapped with someone for eternity, what options do you really have? Is she to kick and scream and make the rest of her life more miserable?

“How do you feel?” he asks, brushing his fingers over her cheek. “You look tired.”

“I am. I feel a little sore, and sluggish, I suppose.”

She hesitates to talk about the night before. Really, it was all absurd, and what if his surprisingly pleasant mood is ruined by the mention of Gale?

“Then we’ll have your bath now, my love,” he says. “It’ll wake you up and soothe your tired body.”

Astarion sits back up beside her; the sheets fall off his shoulders and reveal his chest and she stares at him like she’s never seen him before—like she used to. Even through all the pain and misery, he’s so… beautiful, and the way he looked at her and invited her to the bath, well, maybe there’s hope after all. He leans in and cups her face in his hand, guiding her closer and kissing her; they’re modest little pecks, different from the type of kiss he gives her lately. 

“Stay here and relax, my dear. I’ll get it ready for us.”

He rises and heads to their private bath, drawing the water.

Her head spins, like she’d been hit with something and started seeing double, triple, quadruple. It all feels so sinister and so intoxicating and heavenly at once, she’d dreamt of Astarion spending real time with her for months now, and he’d done little more than tease and ridicule. 

Tav thinks of Gale again and wonders how he’s feeling. Had he slept full day as they had, too? Or did he wake and spend time in the palace alone? It feels a little bad to delight in this bath right now, knowing their visitor may be left to entertain himself, but she wants this, she needs this. Not solely Astarion’s love, she craves the care and kindness that should and used to come after fucking for hours—to be reassured that she’s more than a body. 

“Come,” Astarion calls, and she follows to the bath. 

He’s already stepped and settled in on one end. Tav slips out of her nightdress and enters the hot bath, slowly submerging herself on the other. But she quickly thinks better of it and turns around, nestling into Astarion with her back to his chest.

They sit there in silence for a few minutes, Tav soaking up his company and touch and burying her less pleasant thoughts deep; nothing will ruin this for her. Astarion puts his hands on her shoulders and starts to massage her, firmly rubbing his palms and thumbs into her skin, and she reclines further into him, instantly lost in the relief. 

“You needed this, didn’t you?” he asks. 

She nods. Astarion trails his hands up to her hair and massages her scalp next. It’s an even more powerful move than her back or shoulders—he could win any of their petty fights with a scalp massage a year ago, and he used it to his advantage often. 

“What else do you need?”

He continues rubbing her scalp with one hand and the other travels lower down her body, her back, then under her arm and grabs her breast in front. Astarion tilts her head back closer to his and presses his lips to her neck, then adds, “This?”

She nods. 

Whether this is for him to take her blood or for sex again, she’d nod to both, even if she wishes otherwise. 

His scalp massage turns into a loose grip, holding her while he presses the tips of his fangs to her skin; his other hand gropes at her breast, squeezing tighter and rolling his thumb over her nipple. The heat of the water almost makes her feel human again when he touches her, as if her body were producing it in response, as if she feels the familiar warmth in the pit of her stomach too, and not only the growing arousal. 

Tav lifts a hand behind her as he bites down, tugging at his hair and she gasps as he sinks his teeth further in, from the initial twinge of pain and the fulfillment of her desire to be desired—for him to want her blood, and not the people he brought home.

Astarion moves from her breast to her cunt, sliding two fingers inside, and starts to drink; slowly at first, then taking deeper gulps as his fingers move faster, curving and extracting little moans from her. She could fade away like this so easily… the hot water consuming her weary body, blood leaving her and satiating her forever partner, his practiced hands loving her in every way, exactly like he did in their early days, the Astarion she missed…

He separates from her neck, withdraws his fingers and whispers into her ear, “Stay with me.”

Stay with me.

It was once her who said that to him. After his confession that he’d been manipulating her but then truly fell for her, and how uncomfortable he was with intimacy and sex, they started to experiment with little things to placate their need for some tangible form of affection and help him adjust to what touch could be like with a real, chosen partner. She started with small motions, taking his hand as they walked or rubbing his shoulders, scratching his back after he’d given her the okay to touch his scars with her gentle hands, eventually sleeping beside one another in his tent at night.

At times, he seemed to wander off. When Tav asked about it, he insisted it was fine, everything was fine. She knew better and, fearing she’d pushed him into something he didn’t want, took his hand less, touched him less, and asked to sleep beside him less. Astarion started to fear she’d lost interest and drifted away from him; surely that was the only reason she didn’t crave his companionship anymore, his burdens must’ve become too much to bear and frankly, from the beginning, he was waiting for the moment she gave up on him.

He thought he could handle letting her go, but the fact that she still came around occasionally and provided him a minor taste of love drove him mad, madder than he ever anticipated. He couldn’t stand to lose her.

So, one evening when she came to sleep beside him, he had to stop this. She crawled under the covers and nestled into his embrace; he’d become quite attached to this ceremony of theirs, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close without the pressures of sex.

That night was different.

Astarion kissed her from shoulder to neck to ear and slipped a hand up her shirt, falling back into old habits, thinking that he had to do anything to keep her around—

“Astarion…” She peeled his hand out and away from her and turned over to face him, and Gods, it was plastered all over his face how fucking far away he was. “Stay with me. What’s going on?”

It took a moment for him to return to his body and process the situation he’d found himself in. He was staring right past her, but then, he looked down into her eyes with an expression of sorrow that she would’ve done anything to cure.

“I’ve noticed your distancing, darling, and I can’t say I blame you. I hardly have much to offer—”

"What are you talking about?”

“You seem to desire me less, you rarely touch me or come to my tent anymore. I understand, I’m not the easiest to be around,” he said. “My burdens and all that…”

It was true, he wasn’t mad about it; it was a profound sadness that made his dead heart hurt in a manner he’d not experienced before, not in two centuries of slavery, because this was different. To finally see freedom and watch the only person you’ve ever loved distance themselves and feel that you could do nothing about it, except the one thing that brought up repressed memories, the one thing that would ruin the relationship with them, even if you gave it.

That night, he felt overwhelming relief, as if a gaping hole in his heart had been repaired with only her voice.

“It’s not like that,” she answered, placing her palm on the side of his face, his ear cradled between her thumb and fingers. “I can see when you’re not fully present, and I thought I might’ve been bothering you too much, that you needed more space.”

Astarion took her hand in his and kissed every fingertip.

“I want to be bothered by you.”

From then on, whenever she saw his mind was elsewhere, she uttered a simple ‘stay with me’ and he’d return to her.

And now when he says it to her, their roles reversed, she thinks that maybe for her, too, this would be a learning process. That if this kindness isn’t fleeting, she’ll have to readjust and begin to teach him how to love her right.

“I’m with you,” she answers.

Astarion pushes her, bending her forward over the edge of the bath and positioning himself behind her. He hastily enters her with a deep, guttural groan and towers over her, gripping her hips and pulling her body back into him in tune with his thrusts, taking a rough and fast pace with little time to adjust.

“Astarion,” she whimpers. “M-more, harder, please…”

Tav’s knuckles whiten as she holds onto the rim of the tub, but she curves her back to raise her ass and give him a better, deeper angle and he takes it, snapping her body back into him harder and quickening his pace until he can’t go any fucking faster. With his hard thrusts and grip on her, he fucks her just fucking right, just how she wants it—almost feral, a little painful, and plunging his entire length into her, but it’s not like before when he forced her or concerned her, it’s fucking perfect.

“You… you’ve been so good,” Astarion praises her between subdued moans. “Come for me, pet.”

Tav dresses and heads down to Gale’s room, to apologize for their absence and ask how he’s faring. Maybe he’ll cook dinner with her tonight, she thinks. He’d been a great cook around camp, and even if she couldn’t stomach real food anymore, it would be fun to put the apron back on and live vicariously through him at least.

She knocks at his door, and when she waits and waits and knocks again and he still doesn’t come, she turns the knob to find it unlocked and enters the room to see Gale packing his clothes.

“Gale?”

“I preferred to leave quietly,” he says, “and I sincerely apologize, but I cannot stay here for one more evening.”

He intended to sneak out without a word to her, leave her here alone again, to not see him for another year or more? And for what, what could be so terrible? Had she made a mistake telling him she missed him, getting on her knees for him? Perhaps he’d woke and realized it was a mistake, that he’d simply drunk too much wine, and she’d taken things too far.

“What? Tell me what happened,” she pleads, taking his arm and turning him to face her, to stop his packing. “Please. I don’t understand. I’m sorry if I… if I said the wrong thing.”

“I wouldn’t have consented to that. Not with him. Not with anyone, Tav,” he explains with a sickened look on his face that terrifies her; she wonders if she’d truly been so cruel, if she’d pushed him and not realized it and now he’ll never wish to see her again, he’ll be lost from her forever.

She cries again, fucking Hells, like a child who can’t control their emotions, but being left here alone without any friends after a year of being shut away from them scares her. This time it could be longer than a year, maybe forever if Gale’s that mad at her and only him and Shadowheart attended her party. Maybe the rest weren’t busy at all and had forgotten about her.

“Gale, please don’t go,” she begs. “I have no one here, I have nothing at all.”

He sighs and sets his hands on her shoulders in resignation, the sickened look replaced with his somber wide eyes and an odd sense of dread.

“That wasn’t me in your bed last night—it was… I don’t know, but it was unquestionably not me,” he continues, frustration showing through. “I hardly consumed a single drink!”

A single drink? She was sure he had a few more and allowed himself to get swept up in it all, the reunion after so long, and he seemed to enjoy himself—he said so, and he asked for it, didn’t he?

She remembers Astarion pouring the wine.

“I-I’m sorry. I thought…” Her voice trails off and she looks quickly around the room, searching for the right words to say, how to tell him the truth of her life here and how she should’ve fucking known better. “When I first arrived, it was perfect, he did everything for me, but now, he—it’s all fucked now! I should’ve known that you weren’t in your right mind, I should’ve stopped it, I’m just as responsible—”

“What does he do to you, Tav?”

“This isn’t about me! I’m fine, I’m used to it, but you didn’t deserve to get tangled up in this shit, my shit.”

“What does he do to you?”

“No, you don’t know what he’d do to me if he knew I told you,” she says. “You know, after I left him he said something to me. He said, ‘I would have ruined your love, used it until you were nothing.’ I thought he was just bitter. It didn’t matter anyway—because I walked away. But after you, I was lost. I was stupid. I should never have left or come back here.”

“Why did you leave? Why didn’t you stay and work things out with me?” Gale asks, dropping his palms from her shoulders and crossing his arms, holding back the anger, the gloominess that he’d spent the last year trying so hard to move past. “Didn’t you know how much I loved you?”

‘Loved’ says it clearly, she thinks, that he’d loved her once and no longer. It’s for the best; what would even happen if he did, with her a fucking slave to Astarion, an affliction that can be remedied only by his death?

There will be no Rite of Perfect Slaughter or Rite of Profane Ascension for her, and even if there was, could she really do it after seeing what he’d become? Could she bring herself to kill him at all, or would she spend eternity lamenting who he’d once been?

“I’m sorry,” she says.

“I regret few things in my life—even the worst mistakes were lessons learned. But you, you were like water I desperately tried to hold in my palm and could only watch drip through my fingers.”

[hyperfixated-gvf]

Chapter 3

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner | Rated Explicit | Words: 4.2k

Warnings: Language, angst, nudity in the form of skinny-dipping, age-appropriate foolishness

Chapter Summary: Sam pulls away and Danny is left wondering what the hell he did wrong.

In collaboration with/edited by @gretavanfreaky

Author's Note: PLEASE let me know if you don't want to be on the taglist for Sanny fics; I know this isn't everyone's jam and I don't want to be the one to tag you in things you don't want to read. You can stay on the general taglist, I'll just take you off any Sanny works!

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As they headed further south down the coast, playing shows and passing through Connecticut and New Jersey, then Virginia, and finally approaching their next venue in the very southern part of North Carolina, the colors of the kaleidoscope leaves slowly but surely began muting in vividness until they all seemed to be a greenish-brown - like time was slowly rotting away at them, instead of making way for new life to grow.

It wasn’t nearly as beautiful, but it didn’t really matter at all to Danny, who spent so much time in his head that the outside world could have been on fire and still, the only thought running cyclic through his mind would have been:

What have I done?

Sam had barely talked to him, barely even looked at him since they had gotten tangled up at the peak. They’d been so high (in every possible way) and he’d thought that maybe as they came down, one of them would muster the courage to talk about it, but Sam had only driven them back into town, to their hotel, where they’d met up with Jake and Josh, who’d apparently left their friend’s house earlier than they’d anticipated because of something they’d said about the band.

Soon after that, it was like a flip had switched, and Danny had no clue why. Sam had been into it – the kissing, the touching, the orgasming – he’d been joking with him, so what had Danny done wrong? What had changed in the short couple of days that had them going from fooling around, what he’d thought had extended past just experimenting with their bodies and maybe encroaching on…feelings and shit to this silent state of a cold shoulder and obvious disdain?

All he got were one-word answers when he tried to start conversations, sometimes nothing at all, and he pursed his lips and furrowed his brows when Danny talked, these days, as if the sound of his voice couldn’t be more unwelcome if he tried.

Before, Danny knew his role. He was the mediator, mostly, but when push came to shove, they were a pair and he was in Sam’s corner.

But it was like Sam didn’t want him there anymore.

Right now, they were in the van, riding rather quietly to another hotel. The air was on, even though they were less than a week from Thanksgiving, making this one of their last shows before flying back to Michigan. 

They were also exactly one week and two days from what happened at Pike Peak - Danny was hopelessly, perhaps pathetically, keeping track of it, as if watching the memory of it fade with the color of the leaves would make him feel better.

It didn’t. In fact, it only made him feel worse.

Their tour manager had informed them with an apologetic frown, when Josh had asked, that they wouldn’t be able to stop by the beach this time, because the timing just wouldn’t allow for it. Plus, if any of them got sick from the frigidness of the East Coast ocean water at this time of year, then they’d basically have to cancel the last two shows, since they were so close together.

Jake and Josh were both still trying to convince their band babysitter to let them just see the ocean, to feel the sand.

“You guys literally have beaches in Michigan,” he sighed, obviously unphased by the constant pestering of the twins to get what they wanted. 

It was a quick gasp and argument from the two older boys. “That’s not the same and you know it! Sam, tell him about that gnarly cut you got on your foot,” Jake demanded, pulling in the attention of his little brother, who sat quite unusually sullen in the seat just behind them, but right in front of Danny. “You remember? From that broken champagne bottle?”

Of course Sam remembered. He’d been put on crutches for the entire time that the stitches were healing and hadn’t had to wear a proper shoe on that foot to school - that wasn’t something someone just forgot. 

He’d milked that injury for all it was worth, and they’d gotten special permission from the principal for Danny to leave class early so that he could help Sam with his books.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, voice scratchy from disuse. He cleared his throat and tried to brush the thought of Danny out of his head. “Those beaches suck ass. Buncha rich people on the other side of the lake always dump their trash and it washes up and then you get your feet cut open ‘cause of it.”

He was glad that his brothers weren’t annoyed with him anymore after having to clear out the middle seat so that he could claim it. Well, he was glad that Jake wasn’t annoyed with him, because it was his guitars that they’d had to find new homes for. All 6,452 of them, even though Jake didn’t need them all for a tour as short as this one was. 

They’d all grumbled at the hold-up when they stopped in Massachusetts for gas and ended up staying for closer to 45 minutes rearranging instead of the 10-minute ‘fill-up and stretch your legs’ stop that it was supposed to be.

But as glad as he was that Jake was no longer pissed at him, he still couldn’t find his usual pep and response that he got when they were this close to the holidays, and the idea of spending some time with his parents and their dogs was imminent. He had his own bed to look forward to, a kitchen and warm meals, time away from the band to pursue some of his other hobbies, and yet…

He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to shake this guilty, gnawing shamefulness that had been ballooning inside of him. 

It started when they got back, and he was no longer in a blissed-out state of happiness in what felt like a fairy-tale land – the real world hit him, and he…he freaked himself out. Which wouldn’t have been a big deal if it didn’t snowball into this giant, sharp-toothed anxiety that stabbed him in the gut when he thought about the repercussions of their relationship. 

He’d never been one to consider repercussions seriously, but when it came to Danny, there was no way that he couldn’t. The face that he’d fixed Sam with when he asked for the middle seat to be cleared out so that he could stretch his legs, though…Sam had felt like he was gonna to throw up, and it only added to the guilt and shame that had been brewing in his chest. 

Because now, on top of being an asshole for starting something he couldn’t morally finish, he was also an asshole for making Danny sad on multiple accounts.

In all honesty, he hoped Danny hated him for it. He hoped Danny saw him for the asswipe he was instead of doing what Sam knew he would do and agonize over it like it was his fault, but he couldn’t even turn around to peek at him without simultaneously feeling like he was going to spontaneously combust in stomach-dropping shame and tummy-turning, guilty arousal of all things.

So, he settled on moping with his one-person pity party and tried to ignore what he was almost certain was the whisper of Danny’s stare on the back of his neck.

It was.

They’d gotten into plenty of arguments over the years, even ones where either Danny or Sam stopped talking to the other for an indefinite amount of time. But this felt different. Like a line had been crossed and Danny could only sit and stare at it as he and Sam diverged from their places side-by-side.

There was no more stage banter, he no longer caught Sam watching his drum solo – Sam had even gone so far as to choose to get dressed in the bathroom, if they weren’t given separate dressing rooms, and only emerged once Jake called them all together for their pre-show rituals. 

Every time, it made Danny’s face burn with humiliation and shame. The only plausible reasons he’d do it were if he didn’t want to see Danny get undressed, or if he didn’t want Danny to see him get undressed – as if Danny would…would do something inappropriate.

He knew that his brain was coming up with the worst possible explanations, but Danny had dived too deeply into the “what ifs” and the insecurity and the doubt that being rejected brought. And this time, he didn’t have anyone to drag him out in the way Sam’s tough love did.

Danny’s phone pinged and he pulled it out, thankful to have a reprieve from the desolation he was sinking into.

Jake: I hope you packed a swimsuit, cause we’re going swimming.

The message was sent to all four of them, and Josh immediately sent back, “Ain’t no swimsuit for me, I’m flashing the fishes.”

Danny huffed out a chuckle, but only hovered over the messaging box, watching Sam’s upper body to see if he would check his phone, as well. 

Sure enough, his shoulder moved and his head tilted down, but instead of his other arm joining in to reply, Danny saw no ellipsis to signify there would be any response from Sam, and he returned to his previous position without responding at all.

Danny was stuck – did he initiate the interaction by opting to sneak down to the beach and offer an olive branch to Sam? Or did he wait for Sam to agree and then tag along with so that Sam could only backtrack or be forced to stay with the group?

In what he could only classify as a cowardly move, Danny refrained from answering and closed his eyes, letting his actual exhaustion drift to the front of his mind so that he could have an excuse for his lack of response.

It worked, until three hours later when they reached their hotel and he was awoken from his restless daze by the sound of the doors opening from all directions.

“Wake up sleepyhead,” Josh said from behind him, grabbing his bag from the back. “We’re here.”

Danny hummed and disengaged his seatbelt, noting that Sam was already climbing out and Jake was right behind him. He was the last to grab his bag, and their tour manager came trotting out from the lobby with their keys in hand. 

“It’s a share night, tonight, boys,” he said, offering one pack of keys to Josh and one to Danny, since Jake and Sam were still rummaging around the back of the van for their bags. 

Share nights were rather common, just to save money on short stops between venues or one-day shows where they were packed up and on the road again before they got to sleep in the bed. 

Danny took the keys without thinking, still a little bit out of the game from being jarred awake so late at night, and then turned around to get in line for the game of ‘where’s my bag in this pile of tour shit?’

But when he finally tuned into the conversation that was happening between Sam and Jake, he stopped short and his blood ran cold before shooting up to heat his face.

“Will you just switch me tonight? It’s the last shared stop of the leg, and I–”

Jake crossed his arms, face marred in a Kiszka frown that reeked of stubborn resolve and a slightly patronizing judgment. “I said no, Sam. Clean out your ears.” Sam’s lips thinned and Danny could see the frustration take over in his posture and expression, but he stayed silent. “Josh and I had to throw a bunch of shit together last time ‘cause we were late, so he’s got some of my stuff and I’ve got some of his.” 

Sam refused to look at Danny, even though he knew he was there. He’d meant for the exchange to be quiet, so that Danny didn’t know he was trying to switch room partners, but Jake apparently hadn’t caught on to his hushed request and decided to blurt out that Sam was a horrible friend to the entire world.

“That’s fine, then,” he mumbled instead, turning from Jake to Danny. It was still difficult to look him in the eye and not embarrass himself with an erection at the memory of his closed eyes, open mouth, wild, wet hair splayed across the seats– “Can I have a key?”

Jake didn’t drop the issue at first, and he glanced at Danny with an uncharacteristically apologetic look in his eye, “Why do you want to room with Josh so bad, anyways? It’s always been you and Danny–”

“I said it’s fine, Jake,” Sam snapped, pinching the edge of the card and slipping it out of the paper holder before handing it back to Danny. “Drop it.”

He stalked off towards the entrance of the hotel and tried to ignore the stares from his brothers and their tour manager. His mood didn’t change as he entered the room, and he claimed one of the beds then immediately began his nighttime routine, ignoring the door out of humiliation when it opened and shut again, signifying Danny’s presence.

But Danny appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, and Sam quickly looked down when they met eyes through the mirror. “Jake and Josh were asking if you wanted to join – we’re, uh, sneaking down to the beach for a little bit. They’ve already scheduled an Uber.”

“No thanks, I think I’ll stay here. I’m tired.”

He hated how short his tone came out to be, but he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone. The stress from his lamenting and the pressure that he was putting on himself was taking its toll, and with the already existing effects that touring had, he was achy, homesick, exhausted, and restless all at once. And, to make matters worse, he wanted a blunt, but Josh had the whole stash in his room.

Danny nodded and backed away from the door. It was obvious that Sam wasn’t going to change his mind. “Oh…okay, yeah, I’ll tell ‘em.”

Perhaps once upon a time, Danny would have been excited for the challenge – usually, it was Sam trying to convince him to break rules, and having the opportunity to flip the scripts would have been a ‘once in a blue moon’ kinda thing. But considering what happened after the last time he initiated something that was slightly illegal, Danny wasn’t brave enough to really push the envelope this time.

So, he grabbed a random pair of shorts to use to swim in, or not – Josh definitely could have been serious about skinny dipping – and absconded to the hallway to meet with the twins, knocking on their door when they didn’t come out. Danny felt a bit of a fool standing in the liminal space of a hotel corridor alone.

Josh opened the door with a grin, but narrowed his eyes when he saw Danny standing by himself. “Sam didn’t come?” 

Danny certainly would have felt a little bit of an outcast and very dejected had Josh not followed up Danny’s responding, “No, he said he was too tired,” with, “That little rat-bastard of a brat child.”

But that’s exactly what happened, and Danny realized that their little situation had been noticed by the twins after all.

“I’m gonna go wrangle Sam,” Josh whisper-yelled back to Jake, and Jake, from in the bathroom, made a noise of assent.

If there was anyone who could drag Sam along with them in their shenanigans, it was Jake and Josh – that was, after all, the reason they were Greta Van Fleet as they were. If they didn’t have that innate, older-brother power, they’d have been hard-pressed to find a bassist with the natural musicianship that Sam had.

Danny lingered at their door after giving Josh his key, and soon Jake appeared, starting down the hall to the elevators. The other two would catch up, Danny knew, so he followed Jake in, staring at his blurry, distorted reflection on the metal wall. “So is Josh actually planning on skinny dipping?” he asked, slipping his hands into the pockets of his joggers.

Jake snorted and peeled the waistband of his own sweatpants down an inch, revealing nothing underneath them. “He’s not the only one. Are you actually not planning on skinny dipping?” he shot back, a tease in his tone. “Lame.”

“Hey now, I haven’t said anything about not doing it!” Danny defended, tucking his shorts behind his back, even though Jake had already seen them. It was all fun and games, though, and he didn’t really care all that much in the end.

“Your safety shorts say otherwise,” Jake sang, sauntering out of the elevator with all the confidence in the world.

Sometimes, Danny wished he could be more like Jake. A lot of the time, actually. He had a swagger that Danny wanted to match – a level of cool that he was sure they’d all grow up and laugh at, but in the moment, served him better than anything else he could have been, and that was admirable. But at the end of the day, honestly, he was just glad to be his friend.

That thought swiped the smile off his face.

It was that way with Sam. Had been, at least. The way he loved Sam to a degree that it shouldn’t have shocked him that he’d begun to feel a certain way once he was introduced to a world in which Sam was, for all intents and purposes, touchable. Attainable. 

But he’d rather have Sam as he was than what they were now. They’d been good, and then Danny had to go and fuck it all up. He knew in his head that it was both of them – that he wasn’t the sole instigator – but it didn’t matter when the dust settled. He was still at least partially at fault, and at this point, looking back at the haze of weed and arousal, he was convinced that it must have been him who initiated the kiss, else Sam wouldn’t be acting this squirrly around him.

The Uber was already parked outside the hotel when they left the building, so they sat in the back seat, making conversation with the driver until Josh and a very pouty Sam came through the sliding doors.

“Look who decided to join after all!” Josh said cheerfully.

Sam did not reflect the attitude.

Josh pushed Sam towards the back seat, where Danny had been delegated the middle, and Josh took the front, listening in and contributing to Jake and the driver’s continued conversation while Sam and Danny sat silently.

They were both ramrod straight, and their legs were drawn tightly together so that they only touched on bumps. Danny was a little apologetic that it meant he had to squish Jake a little bit, but with Sam still pissed at him, he didn’t want to contribute to it by being oblivious.

He’d play along for now, and maybe after their break, everything would resolve itself, and Sam would forget about the whole thing and forgive Danny by the time they all met up again after Christmas.

But that was then, and now, the car stopped in a small parking zone near a wooden pier. They all said their goodbyes and got out, the salty air and sounds of the waves perking them up a little. Sam actually looked a little bit excited to be out and about, now, and Josh had already stripped off his shirt.

“Wait, are you – are you actually going swimming?” Sam asked, staring at his brother incredulously because, as well as the sound of the ocean was lifting his spirits, he still wasn’t gonna be stupid. “Because it’s pitch black out. And you know that sharks hunt at night, right? And that the East Coast is notorious for shark attacks?”

The twins shrugged and started walking towards the sounds of the ocean. “We’re not gonna go too far in! Just enough to get our feet wet.”

The other two followed the older boys, and Sam continued to question their sanity. “Then why are you taking your shirt off?” He got no answer and grumbled, “I’m gonna end up interviewed for Shark Week.”

Danny chuckled, seizing the opportunity to spark conversation. “Well, at least we’ll still have our 15 minutes of fame,” he joked. 

Sam didn’t laugh. “Yeah, I guess,” he said instead, before speeding up to be closer to Jake and Josh.

It wasn’t hard, not with his long legs and their short statures, and Danny was hot on his heels, obviously dejected if the sound of his feet dragging over the wood was any indication.

God, he couldn’t stand himself. But even Danny’s soft joking sent flashes of panic through Sam, and he felt hot and cold and clammy simultaneously, like he did when Rachel Griggs palmed him over the pants for the first time – like he had a stupid schoolboy crush.

And that was a better analogy for this, because Sam wanted everything except Danny not to like him, but that was all he seemed capable of doing in the face of feelings he didn’t recognize and an anxiety that wouldn’t subside.

“You’ll get in with us, right, Danny?” Josh asked, and Sam silently prayed that Danny would say no. The last thing he needed right now was Danny succumbing to a shark without making things right. 

He just didn’t know how to do that properly, right now.

It didn’t seem he was a favorite right now when it came to prayer, though, and Danny said, “Yeah, of course. Never been ocean swimming at night. And I’m willing to take the risk.”

“YOLO!” Jake joked, sighing when his bare feet hit the cool sand.

Sam blinked. Was he being hyper-sensitive to everything Danny said, or was that last part about risks geared toward him? “Well,” he said grumpily, his good mood dissipating in the blink of an eye. “I’m staying on solid ground and away from the dangerous fish in the water.”

His words were dismissed almost immediately, and everyone was shucking off shirts and pants and oh god Josh was actually serious about skinny dipping, and it seemed that everyone else was following his lead, as well. Including Danny, which Sam had to avert his eyes from for boner prevention.

But at this point, Danny was so in tune with what Sam was doing at every point in time they spent together, yet unable to read him like he had before, and seeing him look away so quickly with that grimace on his face almost made Danny pull his skivvies up and sprint back in time to the rental car, tell Sam that they couldn’t go hiking because it was gonna rain, and then avoid all this drama and disappointment entirely.

“Since when have you been such a goody two-shoes, Debby-downer?” Jake scoffed, baring himself to the open water and shivering in the wind.

“Ask me that after you get fucking hypothermia, and maybe I’ll have an answer for you then,” Sam deadpanned. 

Josh let out a maniacal laugh, and then started waltzing towards the black abyss that was the ocean. “We laugh in the face of danger, and keep our dice on the table when odds are against us - have you learned nothing, brother?” he dramatized, putting the first foot into the ocean and tensing up. “But shit is this water gonna hurt.”

There was a sudden ‘whoop’ from beside Sam and he snapped his head towards the sound. The next thing he knew, Danny was throwing himself into the ocean, yelling profanity and unintelligible sounds while Jake and Josh cheered him on.

Sam, though, was frozen in disbelief that Danny would actually be so reckless. Did he feel like he was overreacting? Maybe. 

But he was the one who took risks that would land him in hot water (or…cold), not Danny. And he could only believe that this sudden outburst of rash behavior was partly caused by what transpired in Vermont or, at the very least, how Sam responded to what transpired. 

It wasn’t that Sam was actively trying to dissect every choice Danny made and trace a string back to their hookup, but it seemed like too much of a coincidence to look at it any other way.

In all honesty, though, he knew he was lying to himself. He really was searching, because even if he couldn’t have Danny as a lover, or what seemed like even a friend, then Sam would rather have him hate him than be totally apathetic to the things that should — that would — have mattered.

He was angrier at himself than he was at Danny, and worried that his friend was going to get himself sick and take more heat for having to cancel shows than what was due. 

But it was more than that. He was worried that this would change them forever; worried that their friendship was the wax on Icarus’ wings, and that the moments of bliss they had shared, the sun that would melt it instead of lighting the way for them to fly together.

And Sam didn’t want to see them plummet.

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[mildoctober]

Finally got out of an abusive relationship, 3 months free and still piecing back the pieces. Ramble ensues

I saw an Indie Nile video about antagonistic narcissism. Had never heard of this term but I guess it’s the most accurate description of my (24F) ex (31M). 2 torturous years of mind games and blame shifting.

He’d ruin any special occasion, “break up” with me close to my birthday or christmas and then love bomb/idealize me and practically hunt me down and pressure me until I got back with him.

One day he’d be making huge promises, then get mad at me for asking him to get me a cheeseburger. He’d follow hundreds of ig baddies and get mad at me for showing a bit of skin while he wasn’t around. If he knew I had plans with friends, throughout the day he’d make any conversation a struggle. He’d constantly, and I mean constantly accuse me of cheating. Yet he wouldn’t touch me or give me a proper kiss.

This guy had the nerve to give me a silent treatment for a whole weekend when we had plans, days later I run into him at a party, he tells me his dad has cancer (which broke me apart at the time but later found out it was a lie), that he wants me to forgive him for running away, tries to touch my leg, and when I pull away because I was overwhelmed, he turned his back and claimed I rejected him. He then went back to the dancefloor to snort k and coke and french kiss a friend. I stupidly intervened, tugging at his arm.

He came onto me mad “we used to do this before you came along, what’s your problem? this isn’t all about you - can you even imagine what I’m going through?” and promptly returned to the dancefloor until 10 am. I left immediately.

When I mustered up the courage to admit to myself that it had gone too far, that he was abusive, I tried to break it off. Many times. He would park outside my house, drive by my workplace and pretend he didn’t see me. He’d call me dozens of times, when I blocked him he created false numbers/accounts to reach me, sending pics of the parties he was at and telling me about the multiple women he was fucking.

Eventually I shut him out so he started sending me 1 cent on a money app dozens of times a day... he must’ve sent me 10 euros by the end of things. In the end he’d ring my doorbell at ungodly hours, even when I wasn’t home. My flatmate later asked me to leave because she didn’t feel safe, which I understand but was another huge blow and testament of what he stole from me.

I’m so ashamed I ever made excuses for him, that it took me so long to leave. But now that it’s over it’s like a fog has lifted. I feel like I wasted two years of my youth but I feel free and am not afraid of facing this new chapter anymore.

[frostandflamesfanfic]

Recipe for Family (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Recipe for Family (Rated G)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: None, except tooth-rotting fluff (I was in a mood guys)

Summary: Set Post-ST4. The year is 1990. Everyone has moved on since the events of Vol. 2 and living their lives, Steve more than others. He finally has everything he's ever wanted. Now it's Thanksgiving in Hawkins and he begins to realize more and more about what he's grateful for...and a lot of it has to do with you and the micro-clones you call your family.

“Are we sure that’s everything?”

“Potatoes, cranberry sauce, turkey’s in the oven…I think that’s everything, babe.” Steve’s eyes raked over the rows of platters which were currently littered across the kitchen island. This was one of the first times he could really remember seeing his parents’ kitchen full of this much life and chaos.

Actually, that was a lie.

The first time the Harrington family kitchen at this level of chaos was in the early days of your relationship, when you had first started dating. Steve had mentioned how much he had disliked the holiday season. What point was there to celebrating the holidays if you didn’t have people to share it with? This had evidently been a mistake to tell you, as on the morning of that Thanksgiving, you and Dustin were perched on his doorstep with an abundance of shopping bags and baked goods.

The three of you had spent most of the day together in the kitchen, crafting a holiday meal fit for the whole party. Well, if Steve was being honest, it was more so a duo rather than a trio effort. Dustin had thought it would be helpful to “monitor” your progress by shouting random encouragement from his spot at the island, a bag of chips at his side. Steve couldn’t complain though. It had been one of the best Thanksgivings of his life. He tried so hard to memorize every detail of the day, from the way you shared your grandmother’s secret sweet potato recipe to how many times a stray lock of hair would fall into your eyes.

Now here he was, five years later in the same situation. Except things were a little different now. Thanksgiving was still meant to be shared with his friends, but now everyone had all grown up. The kids he used to babysit were college students now, having just come home to Hawkins for the first time since August. He and Dustin still spoke every chance they had, the young genius being the reason Steve’s phone bill is so damn expensive nowadays. The kid just had to be smart enough to get into Columbia.

Another big change was that Steve now owned his parents’ home. After some protest, they moved out after giving their son the keys and lived in a retirement community just outside of Hawkins. They still don’t talk to him, but that’s okay. He finally came to terms with something truly important: they may have been family by blood, but they weren’t the family that mattered. No, because that was you. . .

. . .and your two daughters: Amelia and Emery.

One year after the chaos of Vecna and the great Hawkins earthquake of ‘86, during your two year anniversary, Steve had finally mustered up the courage to ask you the big question. Proposing seemed a lot easier when he first bought the ring. He planned the whole night: a movie, dinner by candlelight, he even wrote an entire speech. Yet in the heat of the moment, all words simply left him except for those four crucial ones.

He still can’t believe you said yes, not to mention that you gave him two little miracles at once. The twins were three years old now and looking more and more like you every day. However, you still swear that Em has the start of his famous hair and striking hazel eyes. There was nothing Steve loved more than coming home after every long shift to his girls. Every day, without fail, they put the biggest smile on his face as they clung to his leg and held on for dear life as he made exaggerated steps toward you to share a gentle kiss of hello.

“I still feel like we’re missing something,” you mused to yourself as you absentmindedly wiped flour off on your apron. You had been cooking for almost three days straight to make sure that there would be enough food for the stampede of guests arriving in the next few hours. “Did we get the rolls from that bakery Max likes? And the special butter for Will? I know certain dairy bothers his stomach.”

“Babe, relax.” Steve pressed a kiss to your flour-covered cheek. “We have everything. Don’t forget, Robin and Nance are bringing over the green-bean casserole. Jonathan and Will were in charge of the stuffing and Eddie’s bringing over the mulled cider with Argyle.”

“I better not see any weird pineapple covered sides or joints being passed around,” you said with a sigh. Steve watched as your nose scrunched up into that little wrinkle he loved so much. He wished he could lean forward and kiss it off your face entirely, but there were much more important matters at hand. You would certainly kick his ass if he fell behind schedule due to stealing some private time.

Instead, Steve turned his attention to his current challenge: baking the perfect pumpkin pie. “Don’t worry, beautiful,” he tried to soothe as he prepped the pie tin. “Everything is going to be okay. Just head upstairs and get ready. I’ll finish up what’s left.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, now go before I pick you up and drop you in that bedroom myself.”

You smirked. “Is that a threat, Mr. Harrington?”

“No,” he replied. “It’s a promise. Although I can’t promise I’ll be too willing to leave if I have to take you up there myself.” He picked up a nearby dish towel and playfully snapped it in your direction. “Now hurry up. Our guests of honor will be here soon.”

You shook your head with a ghost of a smile, making sure to press a kiss to his lips before you sauntered over to the stairs. Steve rolled his eyes and felt the corner of his own lips pull up into a smirk as you purposefully swayed your hips when taking the first stair.

As he rolled out the final pie crust on the calendar, Steve felt a squeeze around his right leg. Looking down, he caught sight of messy sun-kissed chocolate ringlets and big hazel eyes that shone as bright as stars. “Daddyyyyyy,” came the high-pitched and dramatic cry from his daughter. “When can you pway?”

Steve chuckled. “Soon baby, okay?” He reassured her with a warm smile. “Daddy has to finish making these pies. Why don’t you go and make a card for Uncle Dustin with Amy?” He gestured to the living room, where her lighter-haired sister was happily scribbling atop the paper on the coffee table, eyes glued to the television before her.

His mini-doppelganger gave a huff of indignation far too mature for any five-year-old girl. “But ‘wan play wiff you!”

“Soon, Em. I promise. Daddy just needs to finish the pies.”

Emery tilted her head and Steve had to fight the urge to push back a loose strand of her hair back with flour covered fingers. She appeared to be contemplating something, raising a tiny index finger to her lower lip in thought. The action reminded Steve of you and how you’d nervously play with or bite your lips when deep in thought. “Can I helps?”

A warmth blossomed in Steve’s heart and flooded his entire body. He felt the smile which toyed on his lips threaten to split his face in half. His daughter was asking to help him with something; he could teach her something. “Of course, sweetheart,” he mused. “Now let’s wash those hands before we put the crust in the tin, okay?”

One singing of “happy birthday” and cloud of flour later, Steve held Em’s tiny hands in his own as they pressed the pie dough into the tin together. She was standing on the step-stool the two of you decided to buy early on. It was a preparation purchase for when the girls were a bit older and you wanted to encourage them to do things themselves. The fact that his three-year-old– his very own daughter– was standing in front of him using the steps shocked Steve to the core. This little person was someone he helped to create. She was growing up a little more every single day and it amazed him that this could happen with someone so tiny.

He watched as she stuck her tongue out in concentration when stabbing the dough bottom with a fork. It was only meant to get the air pockets out of the crust, but to young Emery, it was a life or death mission. After they pre-baked the crust, Steve let Em mix up the bowl of pumpkin filling…and maybe be the unofficial taste tester. Someone had to make sure it passed inspection, right?

“WAIT!” Em screeched as Steve reached over her head to pick up the tin to put it in the oven once they finished scooping the filling. He smiled in confusion as she reached over to stick her finger in the filling and dragged it through.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Uncwe Will says a good artist always signs theiwe work!” Em answered proudly. She leaned back slightly once she was done, tiny index finger pointing to the squiggles now etched in the pie. “Emewy…and Daddy!”

Steve could have melted into a puddle right then and there if he could.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Nothing could have prepared Steve when he saw you come down the stairs a few hours later. While he had dressed up in a navy button down and slacks, you had somehow transformed into a work of art. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you moved from setting the table to adjusting the pigtails you put in Amy’s hair. God, how did he ever get so lucky?

When you finally caught his stare, you smiled and walked over in his direction. “Hey there, handsome,” you quipped. “What’s captured your attention?”

“You,” came the smooth reply. “Always you. Can’t believe I got so lucky."

“I think,” you started as you smoothed out the collar of his shirt, “that I’m the lucky one.”

Before he could say more, guests began arriving and the rest of the night sped by in a blur. The Harrington household was filled with the sounds of laughter and silverware tapping against plates. Eddie and Dustin caught up with Mike and Lucas, lamenting about the various adventures of their Dungeons and Dragons groups. They had planned to get the rest of Hellfire to complete some kind of oneshot over the break, but Steve lost the ability to understand what they were talking about somewhere around the introduction of the land of Frotsgaard.

You were catching up with Nancy and Robin, who had moved out to New York to focus on their education and careers. After graduation, Nancy started work as a cub reporter for the New York Times, whereas Robin decided to study theater and English at NYU. They had just gotten a small apartment near 8th Ave that they absolutely couldn’t wait to decorate. Robin was already talking about Christmas trees, much to Nancy’s chagrin.

Em was practically bursting at the seams to talk about her pumpkin pie that she had baked with Steve. She told everyone about her design and proudly showed off her signature to Will, who grinned and ruffled her hair. He called her a natural artist, which only made her squeal with happiness more. Amy took that as an opportunity to show off her latest drawing to Dustin, who promised to hang it up in his dorm as soon as he got back.

At one point in the evening, Steve reached over to tuck a stray hair behind your ear and kiss your temple. He brought his chair closer and wrapped an arm around your waist. As Robin continued to describe her latest class in a very animated fashion, he could feel you relax in his hold. He pressed another kiss against your skin, this time against the corner of your mouth. “I love you,” he whispered in your ear.

This was all he truly needed.

Growing up, the holidays may not have been anything special for Steve. He would have traded anything to have a kinder family, to have parents that cared. But with the family he has now? The love he found with you, the happiness he feels with your girls? He wouldn’t change that for the world. For once in his life, Steve spent Thanksgiving happy and actually thankful for those in his life.

And that’s all he could ever ask for.

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Author's Note: To my American readers, happy thanksgiving! I'm actually surprised I was able to draft and write this idea just in time for the holiday. In all, this took me about 3 hours to write and format. As you can tell, I am still head over heels for domestic Steve Harrington, especially dad!Steve. I had this idea and just knew it needed to be written down. I hope to write more dad!Steve in the future because his interactions with little Em are just precious.

If you want to see more fics like this on my blog, make sure to drop a comment and reblog this post. Likes are appreciated, but it's the reblogs that really help spread the word about my writing and send the happy emotion chemicals into my singular brain cell. Want to join my taglist? Shoot me a message, an ask, or even reply to this post and I'll be sure to tag you! :)

Finally, if you have ideas for dad!Steve, send me your thoughts and maybe I'll have the motivation to craft a fic from it. Either way, I'll definitely be responding and sharing the love for our guy. Until next time, my lovely sparks! <3

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[fkinavocado]

OMGGGG I just reread A wish come true and my mind just went to lhh doing a semi nude portrait series of her (him being a photographer and all) and soooo much more 🤭😏

🧚‍♀️ (OK I'm going to stop now,, prolly annoying you to death😂😂)

in which you spring a surprise semi-nude photoshoot on your photographer boyfriend and he tries to keep it professional, but fails

A wish come true- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

A wish come true / alternatively, read on wattpad

Through the viewfinder (word count: 7k)

Things had taken an interesting turn ever since that fair you took Harry to the first night you officially met, in person.

You were not only getting to know Harry, but apparently a whole other side to yourself, one you hadn’t even known you had to begin with.

You’d always been… not necessarily shy, but timid. Reluctant to really allow yourself to just be, with really anyone apart from your mother and your bestie, maybe. Let alone other friends, and much less so, any guy you’ve ever dated.

And you hadn’t even realised it before Harry came into your life. But being with him was just so effortless, and you’d never felt so giddy in the presence of another person before, your smile had never felt so genuine as it did when he’d put it on your face.

It truly felt as though ever since that night your life had somehow fallen into place, everything seemed to be right on track and it was such a novel feeling for you that you feared you would somehow fuck it up. Nothing was too good to be true, surely.

You tried to catch yourself whenever you would start thinking that way. What was it with you that you just couldn’t accept that you deserved happiness for a change?

You’d only ever been in lousy relationships. Men had treated you poorly, especially your ex, but somehow they’d always made it seem like it was your fault and that you were the reason they had to act the way that they did. You were “bringing out the worst” in them.

Hell, you’d been with your ex, Sam, for 2 whole years, even lived together, and now that you looked back on it, you realised it truly had been a toxic relationship. You’d never been happy with him, yet he manipulated you into thinking it was all in your head, everything you disliked about him, about your relationship, was all just exaggeration or your lack of appreciation for what you had.

It took you all the courage you could muster to finally pack your stuff one day and leave, moving back in with your parents, but you knew you had to end it. Even if it meant taking a step back in the large scheme of things- you never thought you’d end up living with your parents at 25.

But, here you were, finally moving into your new apartment. Harry had helped you move all your stuff, barely let you carry any boxes, checked first to see if they were indeed lightweight and shook his head in mock disdain everytime he caught you trying to sneak away with a heavy one in tow.

“Bun, cut it out. ‘M not gonna tell you again”

You huffed “Fine. Break your back, what do I care…”

“Gotta give me more credit, I don’t hit the gym for nothing, you know”

Yet, by the end of that day, when all your boxes were finally in your new place and your mattress on the floor, Harry plopped on it and you could literally feel the tension radiating off of his body.

He mumbled something into the mattress and you had to scurry next to him and push him onto his side by his shoulder amusedly “Try that again?”

He sighed, stretching his long limbs “I said, I can't believe you moved all your shit before at least buying a bed. How are you gonna sleep on the floor, Y/N, come on now. Even you have to admit that’s a tad ridiculous.”

“It’s actually supposed to be great for your back!”

“You’re mental. There’s no way I’m letting you sleep on the floor. You’re staying over at my place till you get a proper bed”

“Harry… I’m excited to sleep here, I’ve been dreaming of this day for half a year now. I love my folks but it was really starting to get to me” you grimaced

“Yeah, well, I guarantee you’ll not bump into any of your parents at my place”

“No, but I’ll bump into Niall, which is worse”

Harry laughed “How is my flatmate worse?”

“He just is. Don’t act like you don’t know why. He’s just always flirting, always teasing me and always ogling me”

“That’s just Niall being Niall. It’s all in good humour, trust me, if I ever got the feeling that he was really coming onto you I’d let him have it” you scoffed and Harry raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips “Oh, I know what this is about” you rolled your eyes but he continued “This is why you’ve been avoiding sleeping over for the past 2 weeks, isn’t it?”

“Harry…” you hid your face in the crook of his neck

He lowered his voice a bit but his voice still held a glint of humour in it “So what if he heard you? What’s the big deal? I have to hear him shag his dates all the time. And trust me, what I’ve been hearing from his room is downright pornographic. Nothing like those little sultry moans of yours” his lids grew heavy as he leaned over and trapped you beneath him, kissing you

You gave in easily, kissing him slowly in turn.

You knew he must’ve been going out of his mind by now. You’d been together for little over 2 months and you still hadn’t slept together.

As in, had sex.

All you’d done was some heavy petting and you’d genuinely been taken aback when he got you off through all those layers of clothes, (something your ex couldn’t manage fully naked, but oh well.)

Considering how things had gone down the very first time you saw each other, at the fair, when he placed his hands in the pockets of your summer dress from behind and rubbed you over your panties till you came right there amongst all those oblivious people… you were feeling a bit guilty- what if he felt led on? He never said anything, but you could tell he was dying for it, everytime you two had a moment alone together like that he’d be all over you, albeit always mindful of your unspoken boundaries. Never once did you feel like he was losing his patience with you. On the contrary, everytime you shared an intimate moment, he never pushed for more, and he was big on consent. You felt safe with him.

He knew a little about what went on with your ex, and how you were hesitant because of that, and he told you there was no rush. Whenever you were ready, he’d wait for you.

But that put even more pressure on you, as the ball was now in your court. And everytime you slept over at his place, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he’d gotten his hopes up that this time would be the time.

You knew Harry knew what he was doing in bed. The way he touched you, even if only over your clothes, and the way he managed to work you so masterfully even so made it apparent to you that he was very well versed in the female anatomy. You didn’t even wanna know his body count, that naturally flirtatious nature and charisma of his had surely paid off along with his good looks. You weren’t fooling yourself, he’d been around the block.

But, again, your ex had never been able to get you off, and sex with him was never something you were looking forward to, necessarily. Sam had been the first and only guy you’d ever slept with, and he made sure to remind you, time and time again, how inexperienced you were, how it wouldn’t kill you to “move a little and stop being a pillow princess”.

So when you’d found out he’d been cheating on you, he only made it seem like it’d been your fault. What did you expect? You barely put out, and when you do, you act like it’s a chore. Stop being so fucking frigid, and maybe I wouldn’t have to go around fucking randos. Watch some porn or something, for fuck’s sake- literally.

It was that night that you’d packed your bags and left him, but the message had been crystal clear. You’d been the problem. You were just… lousy in bed.

And you weren’t ready for Harry to discover that about you yet, especially considering all the experience he obviously had over you.

Maybe it was selfish of you, maybe it was dishonest to string him along like that, he deserved to know the truth about you. But you just couldn’t get yourself to tell him. Because that would mean your bubble would burst and you couldn’t say you’d blame him if he wanted to break up with you over it.

Sex was important. Maybe it wasn’t to you, but to most people it was, and you respected that.

True, you felt the urge to jump him all the time, hell, you even wanted to go down on him, your mouth watered for it, but all that was just hypothetical, because as soon as you remembered what your ex had said to you, all will to ever act on those desires was obliterated. Just imagining disappointing Harry was enough to make you crawl into your own skin. You didn’t think you’d be able to stand it if he ever looked at you the way Sam had. You didn’t think Harry would be as harsh as your ex had been, but surely every man wants someone compatible in bed. And you were certain you’d never raise up to Harry’s standards.

Of course, Harry had no clue this was the reason you were stalling. He just knew that you weren’t ready yet, after your ex, and he didn’t question it any further, only reassured you that it was fine to take things slow.

And now he was probably thinking that maybe Niall being on the other side of the wall was inhibiting you. You’d moaned particularly loud one time as he was guiding your hips when you were riding his thigh, and it’d caught you off guard. One moment you were making out and the next you were coming violently on his thigh. You were so shocked that it hadn’t even registered that you were being so loud. You were certain Niall had heard you, the next morning he was being extra cheeky. Harry was right, he never crossed the line though, and it was just his naturally flirty self, you didn’t hold it against him, really. But you were realising that you were getting closer and closer to when you’d have to face your fears and thus, you kept making up excuses not to sleep over at his place anymore for a few weeks.

But now, you had this whole apartment to yourself. You knew that time was ticking, and it terrified you.

*

The following day, you tried your best to clear out the boxes. Yes, you didn’t have a proper bed yet, just a mattress, but the apartment still was partially furnished, and aside from the actual bed frame and a desk, you were all set. The sofa was a bit worse for wear and you’d eventually look into replacing it, but for now you were good to just cover it with a cute throw blanket and some decorative pillows.

Harry had had an early day and all his equipment was at his place, therefore he couldn’t spend the night, and when he left he still tried to persuade you into coming with him. He didn’t push it though, he knew you were excited for this new chapter in your life, and most of all, he knew your ocd self and the fact that you wouldn’t be able to rest properly until everything was out of the boxes and in its rightful place.

Sleeping on the mattress on the floor was surprisingly comfortable. Aside from the fact that you hurt your feet when you swung them over in the morning, not having expected for them to hit the floor instantaneously, the whole experience was quite refreshing. And aside from dust and overall it maybe not being very sanitary, you really didn’t understand why this wasn’t a thing.

You’d woken up early, and gotten right to work cleaning every surface imaginable before you cleared out the boxes. You briefly paused for lunch, you’d ordered some takeout, and while you were eating, wondering why the internet provider had booked you 5 days from now, and had to eat in silence at the table like an animal, a thought popped into your head as you glanced over to the mattress through the open bedroom door.

You’d left it unmade, which was very unlike yourself, but you knew you’d eventually crash for a nap midday. And you still had a few more boxes to sort, and then you’d have to vacuum and mop, but after that, you were absolutely gonna nap for at least a good 2 hours.

But the sheets thrown across the mattress like that had your mind come up with something that made you feel all giddy. And that was the kind of gut feeling that you’d learned in your 25 years of life meant that you should go with it. It’d never lead you astray thus far.

So you grabbed your phone and texted Harry

How’s work baby?

So far so good. Had a pet photo sesh and those are usually tiresome but this little buddy was a very good boy and made life a whole lot easier for me

Aww! Was it a dog?

No, it was a bunny much like yourself 💕

You smiled at that, you loved Harry’s petname for you. When you asked him why he liked to call you that, he told you it was because of how sweet you were and had a cute little button nose and very pink pouty lips, to which you retorted that he was the one with the bunny teeth, and that bunnies don’t even have pink and pouty lips but it landed on deaf ears. Regardless, you loved it that he called you that. You usually just called him baby, but he’d told you that nobody had ever called him that before and even to this day he would always blush a bit when you called him that.

Can’t wait for you to show me the pics later 💓. Speaking of photo sessions, how would you feel about taking some pics of the apartment now that it’s all nice and tidy? To keep as a memento of this day

Of course love

You knew brits just threw around that term casually, but your heart always skipped a beat when he used it on you.

Yay! Ok, what time should I expect you over?

I’ll probably be done at around 6, and I’ll head right to yours. Hey, ain’t that something huh. Your apartment. Proud of you 💋

Can’t say the same for my parents. They still think I'm wasting too much money on rent when I could just stay at home:(

You’ve lived away before, I wonder why they aren’t more supportive this time around

It’s because I’m renting it out on my own and they just think it’s a bad idea overall. Anyway. Getting back to work, it’s not all done yet. See ya 💋

He sent you back a pic he took with his phone of the bunny in question and you wasted a couple more minutes fawning over how cute it was, stalling resuming your cleaning. And thinking about what you’d just arranged for.

Now that it was set in stone there was no turning back. You finished setting up the apartment and then tossed and turned in bed for over 2 hours- sleep never came. You were far too excited/ nervous now.

You did take a bubble bath though. It was still only around 5pm, and it would’ve taken Harry at least 40 minutes to get to your place. So, you had plenty of time for pampering, then doing your makeup a bit (which should earn a raised eyebrow from him since he seldom saw you sporting any unless it was for a special occasion), and you even did your hair, curling its ends slightly so that it was bouncy.

You felt good.

Just around 6:30 you eyed the Bailey’s bottle Harry had brought the previous day as a little celebratory gift, but you hadn’t gotten to opening it since the both of you were much too tired and Harry still had to drive back home anyway. You decided you were going to need a bit of liquid courage, so you poured yourself a shot glass that you’d just washed along with all your other cutlery and what little else you had for your kitchen. And then another. Harry always snickered that you would get tipsy so easily on this stuff, since it was so sweet and yummy and you never really noticed how much you’ve had to drink by the time it finally hit you.

But two shot glasses worth surely wasn’t enough for you to get tipsy. You just needed to let loose a bit. Your nerves were getting to you.

When the intercom buzzed you realised the Bailey's did fuck all. You were all but shaking.

Fucks’s sake Y/N. Get your shit together.

When you opened the door for him, he raised his eyebrow, scanning you head to toe just like you knew he would “Oh, what’s this then? Are we going out?”

“No, silly. It’s for the pics”

“Good thing I didn’t drop by the flat first and came straight from work. Gonna need my DSLR if I’m doing portraits. Thought you just wanted some wide shots of the place”

“Well. I mean…”

He kissed you mid-stutter “You know I love to take your pics. Mmm. You taste sweet. Treat yourself to a little desert, did you bunny?”

You grinned, knowing he was just tasting the Bailey’s “Yeah, you could say that”

“Worked your little butt off, didn’t you? Look at this place. It looks amazing” he allowed himself to take in your apartment now that it actually looked lived in. “Gonna use the loo real quick, and then I’ll get right to it. Then I’m taking you out, you deserve it after all this hard work, yeah?”

You melted into a puddle at that and gave him a sweet peck on the lips before he headed to the bathroom and as you watched him shut the door behind him, you knew this was the perfect window of opportunity. You kept wondering how you’d go about it without it being awkward, and this was perfect. You tiptoed to the bedroom and easily stripped down from your oversized sweatshirt and leggings, underneath which you were perfectly nude, and quickly kneeled on the still dishevelled bedding, draping the sheet to your front in a very precise manner, just as you’d seen on some very tasteful semi-nude portraits on pinterest.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to overthink it, only practising the poses a few times in front of a full length mirror so that you knew what angles worked best for you. You wanted this to be sexy but not vulgar. You knew Harry had done this kind of shots before, much to your dismay he was tasked to snap all kinds of photos by his company. You normally weren’t the jealous kind, but with Harry you couldn’t help but worry. You trusted him, but you didn’t trust those around him not to throw themselves at him, especially since he had such a naturally flirty, charming personality. And he was only human. What if one day he opened his eyes and realised he was settling for you when he could have virtually anyone?

And now you were about to be as vulnerable as you’d ever been in front of him. Your mind was racing, suddenly second-guessing everything.

But before you could make up your mind to forget about all this and just go on that date he promised after he would take a few pics of the apartment, you heard the bathroom door open and since it was right next to the bedroom he was immediately standing right in the door frame, almost having passed it by before he caught something amiss in his peripheral vision on his way back to the living area.

He leaned against the doorframe slightly, staring at you, a scowl adorning his features, and you knew by now that it didn’t mean he was angry, but that it was just one of his natural facial expressions. He sometimes furrowed his brows even when he smiled and that combination was downright lethal. He was much too good looking for his own good.

You clung tighter to the sheet draped over your front and pooling in between your parted thighs, biting your lower lip nervously. You would’ve given anything to be able to read his mind just then.

“Bunny?” he’d never used that deep baritone uttering the pet name before and it sent shivers down your spine

“We… we don’t have to. But I saw this shoot on pinterest and it looked like fun… and not too tacky, hopefully? And the mattress on the floor seemed to fit that whole aesthetic and--”

“We absolutely have to” he interrupted your rambling, his lips quirking up into a devilish smirk, but you noticed his eyes had darkened considerably, his gaze scanning alongside that sheet you were holding up to your chest “Are you really naked underneath that?” he murmured

You nodded quietly, and he mirrored you, rolling his lips and inhaling audibly through his nose “Are you alright?” you asked, a bit of humour in your voice

“Mhm. Just gimme a sec”

You giggled at that, he looked like was in a trance “Harry!”

“Hm?” his eyes snapped back up at yours, he wasn’t trying to be subtle in staring at what little flesh he could see

“Go get the camera” you whispered shyly

He nodded, ungluing himself reluctantly from the doorframe. “Dunno how ‘m gonna survive this” he mumbled to himself as he made his way to his equipment where he’d left it near the entrance. He came back with just his DSLR in tow, and after stopping dead in his tracks in the doorframe once again, almost as if he wasn’t expecting it all to have really been real, he slowly entered the bedroom and hovered over the mattress. It was times like these when you realised just how tall Harry was.

“Right” he cleared his throat “‘M determined to bring on my A-game, want these photos all over my walls. So I need you to act as though you’re my client. So that I can go about it as professionally as possible. Otherwise, I swear to God, Y/N, I’m this close to losing it, yeah?” he grinned, raising his eyebrows and you laughed at how ridiculous he was being

“All over your walls? Now, wait a damn minute…”

“Miss…” he squeezed his eyes shut, furrowing his brows and exhaling through his nose in exasperation “If you would please follow my directions and just try and relax?”

You smiled, biting your lower lip. Was this little role play supposed to make it easier? Cause it was actually turning you on even more than you already were sitting there naked with that flimsy silk bed sheet to your front while he was fully dressed and towering over you, and one quick glance right ahead of you confirmed just how much this was turning him on also. He was rock hard against the confinement of those skinny jeans he wore. You were surprised they could contain his impressive length, even flaccid. You knew Harry was big, you’d grinded your own groin against his enough times to be painfully aware of how well endowed he was. Which was another thing that made you worry a bit. You ex had been considerably smaller, yet it still hurt whenever you had sex. How could you ever take Harry? Your breath hitched just thinking about it again, and you tried to chase those thoughts away, before you chickened out. You were determined to do this, even if he had no idea- yet.

He then sat in front of the mattress, his legs crossed, so that he was eye level with you. He fumbled with the camera a bit, probably adjusting the settings, and you were hoping he wouldn’t increase the exposure by much, you liked the fact that the sun was setting and the light was more forgiving on your imperfect skin. Plus, the semi-darkness made it feel much more intimate. He finally brought the through-the-lens viewfinder to his right eye “Ready?”

You barely had time for a timid nod before you heard the shutter. Again, and again and again

“Relax, bunny. It’s only me, yeah?”

“I thought I was meant to act like your client”

He hummed mischievously “Yeah, changed my mind about that. I’m definitely not looking at my clients the way I’m looking at you now, and I think the camera knows it too” that made you blush profusely and you could see Harry smile behind the camera “There she is. Gonna let her come out and play, baby? …I love it when you get like that” his voice was getting huskier by the minute

“Like how?”

He kept adjusting the angles, and you moved as well, trying not to stand still, and give him a few poses you’d seen in those pics. Nothing over the top, just different places you could hold your hands in front of you, thus far, and you kept tilting your head differently, arranged your hair to one side and then the other, letting it fall over half your face “You have this look when you seem like you went all shy but that’s actually when you end up doing something I wouldn’t have expected you to. It’s like you’re actually blushing from how worked up you get and the ideas that pop inside your head and you’re probably imagining it all play out”

That took you by surprise, in a pleasant way. So when you bit your lower lip next and turned so that your profile was facing him, and he got a clear shot of the curve of your ass, now showing him much more skin than originally, you heard him hiss and curse under his breath “Fuck, baby… You’re unreal”

You tilted your head back, exposing the length of your neck and arched your back even more so and Harry was praising all your poses. You were glad you’d practised them first in the mirror. You knew what was most flattering for your figure in doing so, and what to avoid. Harry switched from sitting cross-legged to crouching, so that he could try even more angles, and he brought the camera down to check with you nonverbally before you nodded for him that it was ok to step more to the side so that he got you from the back. His breath hitched and you knew the swell of your ass was completely on display then. You looked back at him over your shoulder, your hair framing your face nicely and you were glad you’d styled it for this.

After a few moments, enough for him to take a good few shots, you whispered “Could you… keep looking through the viewfinder-- but just to look?”

You could hear him swallow thickly “...Yes?”

You tried to keep your eyes trained on the camera even if you knew he wasn’t going to take a photo next, when you slowly let the sheet slip from your hands and pool in between your thighs and you bunched up the fabric there, not yet ready to reveal yourself completely to him.

He whimpered at that, and you realised he hadn’t meant for it to slip. He sounded like he was in pain, and you were sure the confines of his jeans must’ve been killing him. You were still looking at him over your shoulder, only the curve of your left breast visible to him from where he was stood slightly behind you.

And then, you slowly leaned on your back, splayed on the mattress before him, still mindful of the fabric between your legs and reached a hand to grab his camera away from him. You placed it carefully next to the edge of the mattress on the hardwood floor and tried to gauge his expression, but you were looking at him upside down and his back was facing the window, his features shadowed. You realised the sun was about to set completely, the room had fallen quite dark in the span of just the few minutes the whole photo session must’ve amounted to.

You carefully rolled onto your belly and Harry’s eyes immediately fell to your full breasts resting on the mattress, and he was standing close enough to you to hear his breathing falter. His gaze slowly took all of you in, the whole of your back completely naked and finally it made its way back to your own eyes.

His pupils were blown out, his eyes were pleading. But he never uttered the words. He was waiting on you. As always.

“Kiss me?” you whispered again, for some reason it was easier to voice your thoughts like that

After a long moment in which he stared into your eyes he finally managed “I don’t know if I can”

“Why not?” your brows furrowed and immediately thoughts were invading your head, telling you that this had been all a mistake, that he’d seen you naked and didn’t even feel like kissing you, that you’d misread all his cues etc but you didn’t know how you managed to think about all that in the millisecond it took for him to quickly reply

“I don’t know if I can… just kiss you”

“I don’t want you to just kiss me. I want you to do more than that”

His breath hitched once more “...Are you sure?”

You nodded and hooked your forefinger onto his necklace, pulling him closer until he fell onto his knees, and your lips finally met. Just before you got to deepen the kiss, he unlatched himself from you and stood abruptly, and you once again turned over so that your naked torso was on display for him and watched him circle the mattress and stand before you while he slowly, painfully slowly unbuttoned his shirt. It wasn’t even as if he had all that much to unbutton, since he always wore them open into a deep v, exposing his broad chest all the way down to the top of his moth tattoo. But he took his time as he let his eyes roam unashamedly over you. Once he finally discarded the shirt, you were biting your lips looking at him undo his belt next. He peeled his skinny jeans off himself and wasted no time in joining you on the mattress next.

He didn’t try to climb in between your legs, you were still clutching the fabric there, your thighs rubbing together though, seeking friction, and he stared at you do so hungrily as he finally made his way next to you, his arms on each side of your torso.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering. He kept trying to make eye contact, but his eyes would immediately start their descent yet again and it took a few tries until he finally managed to hold your gaze “You can stop me anytime, yeah? Tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like. But I need to touch you, baby. Please, can I touch you?”

You let go of the bedsheet and reached for his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him nervously “Please touch me” you whispered against his mouth and he kissed you even more ardently back. He mouthed down your neck and to your collarbones, as he slowly leaned on forearms, pressing his naked chest to yours, and you both moaned at the skin on skin contact.

He kissed and licked further down until finally he reached in between your breasts. He brought one of his hands to your waist and then upwards, till he reached the swell of your left boob and he reveled in the feel of its weight against his palm. You looked at him look at you, and you were drunk on the visual. He looked at you as though he was committing you to his memory forever. When he finally managed to make eye contact again, he kept his eyes on you as he slowly bent and guided your hardened nipple into his wet, warm mouth.

This, again, wasn’t exactly novel to you. You hadn’t done it with Harry before, but your ex had played with your boobs hundreds of times in the 2 years you’d been dating, but for the life of you, you couldn’t recall it ever feeling this way. He licked and sucked there, but you felt it in your clit, and you wondered how that was even possible. The bedsheet in between your thighs wasn’t providing enough friction. You needed more.

You laced your fingers through Harry’s curls, you wanted him closer still, and you moaned when you heard him groan in pleasure as you tugged the slightest bit on his roots. You hadn’t known this about him, but then again, you’d never had reason to tug on his hair before.

“Need more, bunny?”

“Yes” you breathe out

“I’m dying to taste you. It’s all I can think about, all I’ve been thinking about for a while, not just right now. Please, can I?” he said all that against your other breast now, nudging at the underside of it with his nose and looking up at you expectantly and you bit your lower lip, nodding your approval

But instead of him scooting downwards, he crawled back up to kiss you and look you deep in the eye “I still wanna take it slow. That’s all I’m gonna do, ok? No need to rush into things all at once, alright bun?” you whined and he chuckled “Don’t worry, gonna take good care of you” he kissed you again, and again and he just couldn’t seem to stop, his hand slowly descending its way from your breast down to your navel where he ghosted the tips of his fingers across the delicate skin there making you shiver

You pushed your hips against his hand, inviting him to do more and so he finally let his fingers wander lower still, under the fabric, until he found you slick and wanting. He then peeled the bedsheet aside in one swift motion and himself off you and bent your leg to finally wiggle his way down in between both.

He had no way of knowing this, of course, but oral sex was making you way more anxious than if he’d just went straight for penetration. You could count on one hand the amount of times Sam had tried, and you were probably being generous. None of which you’d enjoyed. At all.

So you closed your eyes and threw your head back, waiting, expecting the familiarity of what you’d experienced before. But when he laid his tongue flat on you and hummed as he licked you bottom to top you decided you were going to want to watch him do it. You rested on your elbows, mouth agape as you watched him mouth at your cunt like a cat would inhale a saucer of milk. He was relentless, nothing tentative about it. You’d expected him to take it slow somehow, and maybe he had wanted to initially, but the mood in the room switched like lighting up a candle wick in a pitch dark room- the flame dancing wildly. You felt each move of his tongue all the way to the tips of your toes and you curled them, trying to anchor yourself into the mattress but he pushed your knees to your chest next, and drove his wicked tongue deep inside of you, making you scream, and you couldn’t comprehend how it had escalated that quickly

“Please, Harry” you gasped “Please!”

“Can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me bunny. Gonna take my time, yeah? Make up for lost time”

“Harry” you mewled

He then looked up at you, misinterpreting your reaction “Hey, I didn’t… I only meant--”

“I know, it’s fine, I know. But I … I want you up here”

He hummed “I’m not finished playing with your little pussy yet, darling” he rubbed your clit leisurely yet determinedly while smirking up at you and you couldn’t help your wanton moans

“No, I mean… I want you to fuck me, please” you keened “Please?”

He groaned loudly “Fuck, Y/N, asking me so sweetly, and I wanted to take it slow” he reached down against the mattress and grabbed himself through his boxers, rolling his eyes back while still working your clit masterfully.

“But I don’t want to take it slow anymore” you thrashed your legs a bit and he withdrew his hand from over himself and your clit and held the back of your thighs firmly as he reattached his mouth to you, doubling his efforts this time. All you could think about was how this was nothing like what you’d experienced before. He ate at you like he meant it, you could feel his nose rub against the hood of your clit repeatedly, his chin pressing against your perineum, his tongue delved in and out of you, then back up to your clit and down again, his lips pulled at your folds and then latched onto your clit and sucked hard.

“Then we won’t take it slow” he let it go with a pop and then sunk two fingers into you, knuckle deep, easily, you were dripping for him. The stretch of his fingers had you panting, your mouth agape, and brows furrowed and you grabbed the backs of your knees so that you could hold yourself spread open for him just like he seemed to want you, spreading your legs further apart so that you could really watch him go to town. His curls were obstructing the view slightly, but you watched his shoulder blades flex in rhythm with the trust of his fingers inside you and you could make out his nose nudge against your clit and you suddenly felt like you were tickled in the best kind of way.

“Harry!”

“That’s it!” he grinned against your cunt, seemingly overly satisfied with your reaction to what he was doing, and you started hyperventilating, this was something you’d never felt before, ever. Not even when you tried touching yourself. Sure, you’d managed to come on your own before, but what he was doing felt a hundred times better and you wondered how you’d had access to your own body this whole time and not know you could feel this way. He licked a long stripe and hovered his mouth over you, looking at you through hooded eyes as his fingers kept pumping relentlessly and you couldn’t believe he was making you feel like that without having to even touch your clit anymore “Let me have this one, bunny, and I’ll give you what you want, yeah? Wanna taste you on my tongue first. C’mon. Then I’ll fuck you silly if you still want it”

“I want it God, I want it! Harry- I’m gonna, I’m gonna--”

“C’mon bunny. Drench me” he then sucked your clit back into his mouth and you felt the dam break. You couldn’t hold your legs anymore, thrashing violently around him, trying to somehow get away from him and closer at the same time. The orgasm seemed like it’d went on forever, and he milked every little spasm out of you before pulling back

You felt as though you must’ve blacked out for a moment there, because he’d managed to retrieve a condom from his wallet in his backpocket and discard his boxers, seath himself and position back between your thighs in what had felt like just a few seconds.

He nudged your nose with his affectionately as he pulled you into his arms. You could feel him hard and waiting at your entrance and felt sad that you’d missed seeing him get ready, you were curious to see his gorgeous cock, you knew it must’ve been gorgeous, because you already knew he was big from all that dry humping you’d engaged in previously. But maybe it was better not to see, you had a feeling his two fingers were no match for his girth.

“Still want me, bunny?”

“How did you… what--” he chuckled at your hazy state, kissing you profoundly and managed to somehow breathe air into your lungs and sober you up. You blinked your eyes open and waited for him to follow suit “Of course I do... I wish you’d been my first”

Harry’s eyes saddened at that, searching your face in worry “Oh, bunny… I’m going to make you forget that I wasn’t, hm?”

“Please” you kissed him again, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him impossibly close. And this time, although you expected it to be more heated and intense, he took it slow and never once broke eye contact with you, keeping you flush against him. He moved unhurriedly inside of you, but still managed to make you pant whilst barely moving at all. You couldn’t believe it could be like that. You couldn’t believe the two of you could be like that. You forgot all about your worries when Harry kept telling you how good you felt, how good you were for him, how well you fitted together, how beautiful you were and how he couldn’t believe he was already reaching his climax- he wanted to prolong this moment forever. But after he snaked a hand between you and made you cry out even louder than before, and you watched him lose himself in you in a way you were bent on seeing him as often as possible, you found yourself pressing your lips in the crook of his neck as you both tried to steady your heartbeats, and mumbled against his skin “Doesn’t matter. You’re the first one I love”

Greedy bunny

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Honey,

Doc ock x reader

(Part 2, smut warning)

The air was thick as you tried move away,

“What’s the matter y/n? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He laughed and stood up fully, your eyes widened when you saw the state he was in. The mechanical arms welded to his body. Scars and blood surrounded the areas where the metal connected with pudgy skin. He saw the way you looked at him and frowned,

“It’s still me...just less so now.” Honey started swatting at one of his appendages hissing when the arm swatted back lightly. Bewildered, you sat down on the floor. It was quiet for a long time. Finally receiving the courage to look him in the eyes you asked,

“Where’s your shirt?” He paused and chuckled before breaking out into a full on evil laugh. Fuck, did you say something to set him off? Getting to your feet you back yourself against the kitchen counter and reached an arm behind you, trying to find a knife.

His tentacles carried him over to your side of the room. One shut the curtain swiftly and the other found a comfortable spot between your body and the kitchen counter. The two free arms holding him slightly above you, his feet barley touching the ground. A human hand cupped your face and rested there. Otto sighed at the feeling of your skin against his. He hadn’t seen you in so long, it was like looking at an old painting long lost in the world of modern art. Your soft plush lips pressed lightly against his thumb. God, you were a sight for sore eyes. Finally your hand grasped the handle of a knife. Swinging your arms out you panicked seeing the bright green spatula in your hands. A quizzical brow made you whimper quietly. Otto slowly pried the utensil from your hands and tossed it aside. Another silence settled between you. His eyes raked over your body. A blouse with embroidered shapes on the sleeves and collar,

“Are you happier without me, darling?” Shaking your head vigorously you found your voice,

“Of course not! I’m happier without the company. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after I left. I needed closure but I was afraid to come back.” Along with finding your voice you seemed to find courage too. Dainty hands brushed hair out of his face and rested on his bare chest. How could he leave after he’s known the pleasure and serenity you provide? Ottos never even kissed you but now couldn’t imagine a life without your touch. He needed you. The tentacle resting on the counter pushed your forward and coiled around your waist. The grip tightened when you ran a finger along his jaw. The arms turned you around and you placed your hands on the cool counter top. His lips pressed against your neck making you sigh. Calloused hands caressed your hips and thighs. Doctor Octavius pulled your skirt past your knees and let it drop to the floor. He made a low noise and you prepared yourself. But the arms simply turned you around again and he gazed longingly at you,

“It would be proper to take you out first, wouldn’t it?” You pulled your top over your head and yanked him towards you,

“Fuck being proper. I’ve been proper for the past two years with you. But not anymore, I want you Otto.” That’s all he needed to hear. Devouring your lips he let his tongue wander your mouth and his hands squeeze your breasts. Immersed in your taste he didn’t notice your hands until it groped at his crotch making him groan a bit. God, it drove you crazy. Why did you wait so long to tell him? Whatever! It’s in the past now and the present was a gift. Pulling away from the kiss you held his face and breathed heavily,

“Does anyone know you’re alive?”

“No, they believe I disintegrated, or drowned or some other crazy illusion.” He brought your hands to his lips and pressed them firmly against him,

“I don’t know what to do. But I do know what I want. Tomorrow doesn’t matter y/n, all we have is right now.” Going back in for another kiss his mechanical enhancements lift you up and carry the both of you to your small bedroom. He placed you stomach down and ass up. You could hear him mumbling to himself before you felt wet fingers rub along your folds. You moaned out and held your pillow a little tighter. He began to fuck you roughly with his hands hitting every spot you needed. Whining you bucked your hips and he chuckled,

“Any man would be lucky to see you like this. I’m certainly glad I can not only see it but feel you as well.” The pace he was going at was making you squirm. Warm feelings in your abdomen and lower torso causing moans and sighs before he pulled his fingers out abruptly. You were about to ask him why he stopped before he stuck a hand in front of your face,

“Spit.” After you did he began lubing himself with your saliva. He prodded at your entrance with his tip. He aches for your body around his. He wanted desperately to be rough with you, but he didn’t know how the tentacles would react and treat you if he “lost control”. He couldn’t go wild yet, he needed to keep his mind clear. Pushing his entirety in you gasped and let curses sink into your silk pillow. Rocking back and forth he held your hips tightly and groaned.

“Mmmm Otto, fuck!” He picked up your waist a bit to get better leverage. His hips thudded against yours. You could feel yourself throb and clench against him. He licked the parts of your lower back he could reach. You needed to finish badly. You wanted release and you wanted him to cum inside you. Or on you, you’re not picky. Reaching a shaky hand down you began to rub at your clit and whine. Pushing your head further into the bedding to quiet your noises. Otto must’ve noticed because one cold metal arm yanked your hands behind you while another held your hair up. Now that you were fully immobile the Doctors human hand reached down and began rubbing tight circle on your cunt, mimicking your earlier actions. Not being able to hide you face any longer, erotic noises filled the room. Taking Otto to the edge,

“F-fuck...do you feel good my darling? Worshipped a-as you should be?”

“Yes! Fuck yes yes please!” Starting to shake you let your mouth hang open. No longer caring if he knew just how perfect he felt inside you. Those warm feelings got stronger and louder as your vision went white and you cried out for him. The arms released you, letting you fall to the mattress. With a few more thrusts he let out a low stuttering moan and pulled away. You turned around and looked up at him. He looked at your body. Your slick thighs covered in his cum made him feel in control. It was something he needed right now, he felt as if he’d lost control of everything else in his life. You sat up and motioned him to the bathroom so you could clean each other off. He watched you intently as you prepared yourself for bed. Everything you did seemed effortless. The way you put your hair up, how you looked stunning even without your makeup on. When he realized you were staring back at him Otto turned away blushing. He was surprised when you didn’t bother to put your clothes back on but instead walked around you apartment naked. Fortunately he closed the curtains earlier. You were making tea? Otto didn’t think he could muster the strength to walk around after what just happened. He pulled on his pants before plummeting on the couch. Honey walked up and sat on his leg, less hostile and possibly even nice? You strutted in with two large mugs and sat criss cross beside him,

“Sleepy time tea.” He took the mug and sipped before pulling back. The beverage was way too hot. He set it down politely and began petting the cat. He felt something strange in his chest. Something he hadn’t felt at all in the past few months. Serenity. The calmness of sitting in a dark room with the person you love. Complete silence occasionally broken by the meows of an annoying cat. Serenity was something he could get used to, especially if it meant spending more time with you.

[marblesphere]

Gojo Satoru x Reader

!!Warning!! This is self-indulgent fic. Sort of teacher x student relationships. Age gap. Implied suggestive theme. Character death. Fluff. If you are not comfortable, please don’t read this. As a caution, Minor please don’t interact.

[Name] 5 years old

Gojo Satoru 16 years old

Geto Suguru 15 years old

Ieiri Shoko 16 years old

"Satoru." My head poked into the class from the opened sliding door.

"Ah! My cute [Name]-chan!" Satoru grinned as he quickly picked me up. He rubs his cheek to mine, causing me to giggle.

"Satoru, your glasses hurt." I complained.

"Don't worry. Pain, pain, flies away." He smooched my cheek.

"Satoru. Let her down." Suguru sighed at his antics.

"Nope. You are just jealous that [Name]-chan likes me more than you." Satoru planted me on his lap, while still hugging my small frame.

"Konbanwa, Suguru." I smiled.

"Konbanwa, [Name]-chan. How are you today?" Suguru smiled.

"Today, our teacher gave us homework." I excitedly started telling them my day.

"What kind of homework?" Suguru asked.

"Making a flower. I am going to make a lot." I spread my hand to express how many I would make. "I will give you one later, okay?"

"That's very kind of you. I will look forward to it."

"Nooo~. [Name]-chan. You won't give me a flower?" Satoru put his head on top of mine, whining.

"Silly Satoru. Of course I will give you one." I giggled.

"Promise?" He stuck out his pinkie.

"Promise." I warped my pinkie to his. ~"~

 Suguru sighs while looking at his partner's antics. This little girl is the only one he showed affection openly. Usually he will tease, flirt or taunt the opposite gender. But, that's it. He never showed any interest in them. But, this little girl has him wrapped around her fingers.

'...Does that mean…' "Satoru…" The high school first grader called his friend.

"What?" Satoru replied but his thumb was still engaged in chicken fight with the little girl.

"...You won't lay your hand on her, right?"

"..." It took a while for his friend to process what he was asking. "The hell you are thinking." He made a disgusted face. He is fond of this girl and showers with affection. But he regards her as a precious little sister. Well, that might change in due time.

"As long as you know. That's fine." Suguru sighed in relief. ~"~

"What are you talking about?" I blinked up at the older teens.

"Nothing to worry about. So, what kind of flower are you going to give me?" Satoru asked.

"Secret. You will know when the time comes." I put a finger on my mouth, making a shushing motion.

"Eeehhh~. I want to know now." Satoru whined.

"Bad Satoru." I puffed my cheeks.

"Aw. I am sorry. Don't get mad. Or I will… give you a tickle." His hand has already started tickling me.

"Ahahaha...hahaha...Sa...Sato...ru...st...stopp...hahahha."

"I will stop if you forgive me."

"Hahaha….o...okay…" I nodded.

The tickling ceased instantly. "You are not playing fair." I huffed.

"Ahahaha. Don't get mad. Here. A lollipop." He shoved the candy stick to my mouth.

"!!!" My tongue swirled around the candy. "Melon flavor." I blinked. "Ah!" My eyes shot towards the clock which showed 3 o'clock. I wriggle out from Satoru's lap.

"[Name]-chan. Where are you going?"

"I promised Yae-chan to play together." I smiled. "I am going then. Bye bye Satoru, Suguru."

"Bye bye, [Name]-chan." Satoru waved.

"See you tomorrow." Suguru smiled.

Today, Yae-chan and I are going to play tag in a park. Some of our classmates from the Sakura class are also here.

"[Name]-chan!" Yae-chan waved her hand.

"Yae-chan!" I smiled back as I waved to her.

Fun times always fly past quickly. It's 5 o'clock now. Time for us children to go home.

Few days later, Mikan-chan, Hinako-chan, and Sera-chan invite Yae-chan and I to another game of tag. Of course we agreed.

So, after school, I told Ijichi-san I am going to play tag with friends, so I won't be visiting Satoru.

"Mikan-chan, where are we going to play today? The park?" Yae-chan asked curiously.

"Hehe. Nope. We will play in a big house today." Mikan-chan said proudly.

"Big house?" The rest of us blinked.

"Yes. We are almost there." Mikan-chan said. After a twist and turn, we finally arrived at a big house Mikan-chan said.

"...Mikan-chan, are you sure you want to play tag here…?" I looked at the obviously ominous house.

"Of course. It will be so fun here." Mikan-chan talked as she was oblivious of the strange scent the house omitted.

"Hmph. Are you scared?" Hinako-chan jeered.

I frown at her. "I am not. But, Satoru said don't go near the house like this. It's dangerous." I said.

"Satoru? Ah. That neighbour onii-chan." Yae-chan said.

"Hmph. Nothing is dangerous, you stupid. There is no ghost. You are just afraid." Hinako-chan sneered.

"I am not afraid." I puffed my cheeks.

"Yes, you are. And that neighbour of yours is probably lying to you." She added.

"Satoru is not a liar!" I yelled. "Satoru never lies to me!" I told her.

"Adults are always lying. My mother said so." Hinako-chan retorted.

"Satoru is not a liar. I will prove to you that ghosts exist." I was miffed, completely forgetting the warning I had received.

"Fine." Hinako-chan stuck her chest out. Thus, the game of tag is quickly forgotten. Right now, they are going to prove the existence of ghosts. ~"~

Yae quickly runs to [Name]'s house. All she can think about is how to get to her house quickly. Fortunately, the house isn't that far. But, to a little kid this is already exhausting all her strength.

Yae panted as she arrived at Sakuya's house. She sees [Name]'s mother talking to 2 men.

"[Name]-chan's Mama!" Yae yelled, catching their attention.

Hisaki Reika, Suguru and Satoru shift their attention to Yae. The crying little girl collapses to her knees, fortunately being caught by Satoru. "Otto."

"Yae-chan?! What's wrong?" She asked the child, worry and concern evident in her tone and face.

"[Name]-chan… danger…" Yae hiccuped.

"Where are they?" Satoru asked, it's a rare case where he actually talked seriously.

"Yae-chan. Calm down and take a deep breath. Slowly… inhale… exhale…." She instructed.

Satoru shifts his hold on Yae, so Yae is being propped by his arm. Yae follows Reika's instructions, so she starts calming down.

"In what direction?" Satoru asked again.

"Satoru, don't scare her. Let her catch her breath." Suguru admonished, he knew his partner was anxious.

"Yae-chan, please tell me what you know." Reika smiled.

"...They are in an abandoned house near the park we usually play." Yae hiccuped.

"Got it." He transferred Yae to Reika and quickly teleported.

"Satoru-" He left before Suguru could say something. "Yare yare. Yae-chan. Please tell me the whole story." He smiled kindly.

Yae starts telling them their story. "Mi-Mikan-chan said she found a big house to play tag near the park. Then…[Name]-chan said this house is dangerous, she said her neighbour onii-chan said so. Hinako-chan said that onii-chan is lying. [Name]-chan said onii-chan won't lie to her….They fight with each other before [Name]-chan said she will prove to Hinako-chan that ghosts exist." Yae recounted. "...sorry...I should have stopped them." Fresh tears started flowing again.

"Oh no. Yae-chan this is not your fault. Don't worry. [Name]-chan and the others will be fine. That strong onii-chan will rescue them." She assured the little girl.

"R...really?" The little girl hiccuped.

"Yes, of course." She smiled reassuringly at the little girl.

"Then, Hisaki-san, I'll be on my way too." Suguru nodded at her.

"Okay. Be careful. I will go there after I take Yae-chan home." Reika nodded back.~"~

"Hic…"

"Sssshhhh…" I tried to shush Hinako's cry. "Don't cry or she will find us." I whispered to the other them.

The exploration starts normally. We argue as we open each door on the first floor. Of course there's nothing. And this fact made Hinako-chan more unbridled. She keeps saying Satoru is a liar. Of course, I am angry too. Satoru is not a liar.

But the deeper we go the more I smell the foul stench. On the 3rd floor. There's this one room with a particular strong vile stench. "The spirit must be here." I mumbled.

"Hmph. I am sure there's nothing inside." Hinako-chan said. Mio-chan and Mikan-chan seem to agree.

"Nee...let's just go. This room feels creepy." Yae-chan said.

"You are just afraid. As I thought, your neighbour is a liar." Hinako-chan harrumphed.

"Satoru is not a liar. I will prove it to you." I huffed. I also feel this room is creepy and definitely dangerous. But she says Satoru is a liar. I can't forgive her. So, I mustered up the courage to push open the door. The old door creaks open. We are unaware of the curse residing inside.~"~

 "Are you ready?" The eerie voice echoed in the building. Hinako-chan and the others clamped her mouth tighter, afraid their cries would leak out. But a small whimper still leaks out from her mouth.

My heart is beating so fast I can even hear it. The voice and footsteps echo louder. I bit my lips thinking what should no, what can I do against that monster.

"Satoru, can you teach me how to exorcise cursed spirits?" I blinked up to the older male.

"[Name]-chan. You need curse energy to exorcise one." Satoru smiled cockily.

"So, I can't?" My mouth turned upside down.

"Well… there's one that you might can do." He drawled.

"Really?! Tell me?!" Excitement bubbled up.

"It's like this." He grinned as he taught me.~"~

"Found you."

"Kyaaaaa!!!!"

I quickly throw the nearest object I found within my reach which has no effect on it.

"Rin pyo toh sha kai jin retsu zai zen" I made a kuji-kiri. The lines I made in the air sort of materialized as light and attacked the curse.

"Let's run!" I yelled. The others and I quickly ran towards the door. Once we are out, I close the door. We still can hear clearly the curse's wail.

"I want to go home." Hinako cried.

"Let's go." I grabbed their hands and started running again. "You guys stay here and don't make a sound." I told them and closed the door. "Rin pyo toh sha kai jin retsu zai zen." I threw another kuji-kiri to focus its attention on me. I quickly ran as I was chased. I didn't run for long before I cornered.

"Are you...ready? Found you…" The grotesque curse stamped toward me.

'Scary...I...am...scared…' "...help...HELP ME! SATORU!" I yelled as I closed my eyes.

A loud crash was heard and a smell of wisteria enveloped me. "Sa...to..ru…" My opened eyes took a glimpse of white hair and sparkling blue eyes.

"[Name]-chan. Close your eyes and ears, okay? And don't move until I say so." He smiled sweetly.

"Eh? Okay." I nodded and obediently did as I was told. I can't hear or see anything except the vile smell that started to dissipate. Again, I was enveloped in a nice wisteria smell.

"You can open your eyes now." He said gently.

"Satoru…?" I blinked.

"Yep. The Gojo Satoru is here. You can rest easy." He winked.

"Where is everyone?" I gasped in realization.

"Don't worry. I found them before I found you. Right now they are outside the building with Suguru...maybe.... They are safe now. So are you." He stroke my head.

"Re...really?"

"Of course. I will never lie to you." He grinned.

"Hic...hic...Uwaaaaa!" I wailed. The tears are flowing nonstop. "Scary… I am scared…" I clung to Satoru as if he was my only lifeline.

"I am here now… no one can hurt you…" He cooed.

I cried for a good while. Now with my small hands wrapped around his neck, Satoru escorted me out of the abandoned house.

"[Name]!" I heard mama's voice.

"Mama!" I wriggled as I stretched my hands to her.

Satoru transfers me to her arms easily. "Mama!" I wrapped my hands tightly around her.

"It's good you are alright." She sighed in relief.

"Satoru saved me." I smiled.

"Thank you, Satoru-kun. Suguru-kun too, thank you for rescuing the others." Mama bowed.

"No. It was our duty. No need to thank us." Suguru smiled.

"There's no way I will let [Name]-chan get hurt." Satoru supplied.

"[Name]." Mama set me on the ground. My senses are tingling. "Didn't Satoru-kun tell you not to go inside the abandoned house?"

"...I…Hinako-chan said Satoru is a liar. I just want her to know Satoru is not a liar." I muttered, sneaking a peek at her, only to be stared down with hard glare. "Satoru…" I pleaded to the older teen. He always takes my side.

"Even though I am happy. I am quite angry with you too, [Name]-chan." Satoru smiled.

I flinch, then I look at my last resort, Suguru.

"There's no use looking at me, [Name]-chan." Suguru smiled too.

"I...am sorry…I just don't want her to say Satoru is a liar. Satoru is...not a...liar" I hiccuped, tears started flowing again.

"[Name]-chan." I heard Satoru sighed as he lifted me up. "I don't really care if they say I am a liar. I just don't want you hurt. As long as you believe in me. I will be fine." Satoru patted my head.

"[Name], you are a kind child. But Mama doesn't want anything to happen to you. If something happens to you. Mama will…" Mama choked out a sob.

"Sorry...I am sorry, mama!" I wailed. The incident was over. The rescued children were all asleep and brought back to their parents. They were told the children fall asleep after playing some kind of adventure game. The children will quickly forget after they wake up believing that was some kind of dream. The only ones who properly remember this are Yae-chan and me.

Yae-chan has promised to keep this a secret. That night, the dinner was lively. Satoru and Suguru were eating with us.

"[Name]-chan, it's time to sleep." Satoru patted my bed. Wearing blue pajamas, I crawl to the bed. "Let's tuck you to bed." He grinned.

"Satoru, don't turn off the light, okay." I murmured.

"Are you afraid?" He blinked.

"Un…" I nodded my head.

"Then, next time, please don't go to dangerous places. You should just ignore whatever they are saying." He flicked my forehead. A small 'itta' escaped my mouth. "You really worried me, [Name]-chan." He sighed.

"Sorry...Satoru… I promised I won't go to dangerous places again." I stuck my pinkie to him.

"You promised, okay. Don't break it. If you break your promise, you will have to swallow a thousand needles." He wrapped his pinkie to mine.

"I will. So, Satoru, don't leave me alone okay." I am getting sleepy. My eyes are dropping.

"Sweet dreams." With a kiss on the forehead, I am out like a feather. ~"~

Gojo Satoru, he prided himself to be strong. He didn't really understand why he should have protected the weak. This world no matter how evolved, the rule is still the same. The strong prey on the weak.

But as usual, there is always an exception. For Gojo Satoru, his exception is the little girl sleeping on the bed. This seemingly normal girl. Well, maybe not so normal. As the sole heir of the Gojo clan he is always on guard. Because everyone around him always want a piece of him.

That's why he always taunts and teases them. Just to remind them not to mess with him. But at the same time, this attitude earned him a lot of enemies. The Gojo clan praises him as a genius. So, from the moment he was born, he had to shoulder those unneeded expectations.

He used to try hard because of it, but right now he doesn't give a damn.

Well, this little girl is the first one to tell him. It's okay to take a break and just let go of those expectations. Coming from a little girl, this is quite a feat. That was the first time Gojo Satoru let out a genuine smile for her. ~"~

 "Satoru." A small girl not older than 3 years old poked her head into his room.

"[Name]-chan." Satoru plastered a smile as usual. This little kid from his neighbor seems attached to him. Well, he didn't mind. She was quite amusing for her age. Trying to mimic him and all.

"Satoru. Here, kakigori." [Name] smiled as she handed the sweet to him.

"Oh, kakigori. Thank you [Name]-chan." He never declined a sweet.

"Of course. I hope after you eat it, you will become cheerful." She smiled, her baby teeth showing.

"I am always cheerful." He grinned.

"Nuh uh. You are always sad. I don't know. I just know you are sad. Don't get sad anymore Satoru." The little girl patted his head. "Pain pain goes away.." Her little palm covered his eyes before making a motion like throwing something away. "Pain pain goes away… hic… pain...pain… go..away..." She sobbed.

Bewildered, Satoru finally let out a helpless sigh. "Why are you crying, [Name]-chan?" He patted my head.

"Because you didn't cry. Sorry… I can't take your pain away...sowwy…"

"It's not your fault. [Name]-chan. Thank you for crying for me." He pulled the much smaller girl to a hug. "Don't cry anymore. I will be okay. The pain has gone away." He coaxed the girl.

For the first time in his life. Gojo Satoru knew what it was like being worried by other people. "Really? You are not lying?" [Name] hiccuped.

"Of course." He wiped her snot with a handkerchief. "I will never lie to you." He smiled. "So, don't cry anymore."

"Okay." She nodded, smiling.

"Good, let's eat kakigori toge..ther…" The forgotten kakigori has melted. "Let's go eat ice cream." Satoru lifted the small girl.

"I want bubble gum flavour. Because it's like your eyes, so pretty."

"Eh? [Name]-chan, does that mean you want to eat my eyes?" He put on a faux hurt expression.

"Of course not. Silly Satoru. I just like the colour of your eyes. They are so pretty. Because they are yours." The girl giggled.

"I see. I like your eyes too. They are so honest. Just like you."

"Hehehe, thank you."

From that moment, a genuine bond formed between them. And his affection to her too has become genuine. In other words, he spoiled her rotten, of course within limits. She might be the only one who can bend the Gojo Satoru to her will. Later, she will be known as the Gojo Satoru's owner. ~"~

 After the incident, Satoru and Suguru agreed to teach me some basics of close combat for self defense. And apparently, I am not allowed to go out alone for a month. Either being accompanied by Mama, Satoru, Suguru sometimes even Nanamin or someone from Jujutsu High.

Apparently I was born with innate ability as an onmyouji. But, my necklace which was given by my late father is some kind of seal, sealing the ability to see. The seal has weakened, and I start seeing the curse. Mama has told Satoru, Suguru and Masamichi sensei my origin.

Apparently, my great great great...uh… many generations ago, someone from my father's side is a direct descendant from a Keikain, an onmyouji. She is married to a youkai. The Keikain clan died out many generations ago. Father is, what was the word, a leftover. At that time, my grandma from generations ago was expelled from clan because marrying a youkai. They took different surnames and voila, I was born after generations had passed.

When I was born, papa said my spiritual power is too strong, this kind of power is attractive to curses. They are effective in purging curses but also in attracting curses. So, he sealed my power. Hoping I will just live as a normal girl.

But alas, the seal quickly weakened, one because I hung around a lot with someone with a cursed power. Two, I have encountered cursed spirits.

"Mama, am I bad? Is it because this Papa has gone far away?" I blinked my watery eyes.

"Oh no. Of course not, honey. It's definitely not your fault. Papa has gone far away to search for a way to help you." Mama gave me a teary smile.

"Okay…" I nodded.

"...Onmyouji, huh? I am not sure how to handle onmyouji spiritual power." Sensei sighed.

"Is that different from curse power?" Suguru asked.

"If curse energy is negative energy. Then spiritual power is positive power. Though all the same it can be used like curse power. It just, spiritual power is far more attractive to curses than curse power or curse object. I am not sure whether the way of handling them are the same." Sensei said.

"My late husband had some books for spiritual power. I am not sure whether this will help or not." Mama said.

"Can I take a look?"

"Of course." Mama then led Sensei to Papa's study.

"Satoru, Suguru. Will I be okay? Is Mama troubled because of me?" I asked the older males.

"[Name]-chan…"

"Of course not, [Name]-chan. Don't worry. Nothing will happen to you. This Gojo Satoru will protect you. And Reika-san is not troubled because of you." He patted my head.

"Not only Satoru, I will also protect you. What Satoru said is right. Your mom is not troubled because you. That's why don't worry." He smiled.

"Thank you, Satoru, Suguru." I smiled.

So, in the end it's decided I will stay in Jujutsu high with Satoru because it's the best option for my safety. Mama will stay with me every weekend or holiday. My room is in between Satoru and Suguru. Someone will take me to school every morning.

Even though I have my own room, I mostly sleep in Satoru's room when he is not out. And in the morning Suguru will wake us. After school, sensei will tell me how to meditate. According to him, even though I have different power, the way of channelling is more or less the same. So, meditating is the first step. ~"~

Few months later

"Who is this little girl?" A big sister wearing a maiden shrine outfit peered down at me. I hide myself behind Nanamin's leg.

"She is a special student here." Nanamin told her.

"Kon...konichiwa, I am Hisaki [Name]. Umm… nice to meet you." I bowed and hid myself again.

"So cute." She smiled. "I am Iori Utahime. Nice to meet you, [Name]-chan." She kneeled down to my level and smiled.

"Un!" I smiled.

"By the way, she has another nickname." Nanamin said.

"Nickname?"

"Gojo Satoru's owner."

Big sister suddenly freezes. "Onee-chan, what's wrong?" I blinked.

"This little girl is what?" She asked again.

"Gojo Satoru's owner." Nanamin said again.

"We are talking about that Gojo Satoru, right? The annoying arrogant prick. There's no way he will listen to other's orders. Let alone a small girl." Utahime Onee-chan said indecorously.

"But, this is the truth." Nanamin said.

"Are you two fighting?" I looked up at them.

"No. We are not fighting. She is just having trouble processing that you are Gojo-san's owner." Nanamin said.

"Satoru? Onee-chan knows about Satoru's too?" I smiled at her.

"Well, no one doesn't know who he is." Utahime onee-chan grumbled.

"Onee-chan, do you hate Satoru?" I tilted my head. "Satoru is nice. He just doesn't know how to show it."

"Did he brainwash her?"

"No. It's the opposite."

"I can't wait for Utahime to come."

"Satoru, don't tease her." The door opened, revealing Satoru and Suguru.

"Ah! Satoru, Suguru." I waved my hand excitedly.

"[Name]-chan. I have come back. I bought a lot of sweets." Satoru grinned. "Ah, Utahime, there's none for you." Satoru told the girl.

"I don't want any!" Utahime Onee-chan yelled.

"Bad Satoru, sharing is caring." I scolded.

"Well, I care about you, so I share my sweets with you." He grinned.

"Then, what about Suguru?" I titled my head.

"...well, I will give him one then."

"Nanamin too."

"Ok, one for Nanamin."

"What about Utahime onee-chan?"

"Utahime doesn't need it. She is dieting." Satoru whispered (loudly) to my ear.

"I am not!!" Utahime onee-chan yelled.

"See what I mean." Nanamin sighed as he would rather go outside to exorcise curse spirits rather than being in the same room with Satoru.

"Ah, Nanamin." I called. I grab a few sweets from the plastic bag. "Thank you for accompanying me today." I smiled.

"...you are welcome." A slight smile curved on his lips.

"Ah! Nanamin smiled. Let me get a picture." Satoru exclaimed, taking out his phone.

Quickly as it came, Nanamin's smile disappeared. "Then, I will be on my way." Nanamin left.

"Onee-chan, let's eat sweets together." I smiled.

"Ehh~ [Name]-chan. I thought this is our quality time." Satoru whined.

"The more the merrier. Let's ask Shoko too." I clapped my hand.

Shoko finally arrived. We are already waiting for her as we munch the sweets. Utahime onee-chan ate some too. "Shoko, you are late." Satoru said.

"Shoko, I saved your favourite." I waved.

"Thanks, [Name]-chan. Looks like even though you spend a lot of time with Satoru, your personality is still intact." She patted my head.

I… don't understand a thing she said. I blink and look at Satoru. "Shoko, that's not a nice thing to say. I am just fine." Satoru said.

“Satoru.” I called.

“Hm?” He hummed in respond.

“What is owner?” I asked curiously. Satoru blinks owlishly at me.

“Nanamin said, I am Satoru’s owner? What does that mean?” I munched a pocky stick.

“That means, [Name]-chan can ask me to do anything.” He grinned.

“Anything?” I blinked.

“Anything. What do you want me to do?” He smirked proudly.

"Then, Satoru, can you open this for me?" I asked as I handed him a pocky box.

"Of course." Satoru smiled as he used his cursed technique to open the box.

"Amazing." My eyes sparkled.

"Is it? Because I am the strongest." Satoru laughed (cockily).

"You are so amazing, Satoru. I hope I will become like you too." I clapped my hand.

"Yep. But I will be way stronger by then." He smirked.

"Is that so? Then, you will protect me, right?" I smiled.

"Of course. Leave it all to Gojo Satoru." He grinned. ~"~

While the others are still eating without batting an eye. Utahime is gaping. That Gojo Satoru is acting nice in front of a little girl. She was quite skeptical when she heard [Name] is Gojo Satoru's owner. She did tell him to share his sweets and he complied. But, she thought it was just to humour her. Utahime never thought he was so whipped. She can clearly see his affection is genuine.

Utahime looks at Shoko. "This is the usual." Shoko munched her sweets.

"Eehh…" Utahime is processing the scene in front of her. ~"~

"[Name]-chan, it's your bedtime." Satoru lifted me up.

"Eehh… I want to play with Shoko and Utahime onee-chan too." I pouted

"No can do, young lady. It's 9 o'clock. It's time for sleep. Reika-san will get angry if you sleep late." Satoru said.

"...okay… bye bye Shoko, Utahime onee-chan, Suguru." I waved.

"Bye bye." They waved.

After changing into my pajamas, right now I curled in Satoru's bed. "Satoru… Bedtime story." I am excited for bedtime story. Satoru always has some funny stories.

"Well… long long time ago, there was a strong sorcerer named Gojo Satoru…" I giggled at his opening.

"He is so strong that no one can win against him."

"How strong?" I blinked.

"Hmm…. I can win with just one finger." He smiled.

"Really?"

"Really really." He nodded. "Then, one day. Some old geezers came to challenge him."

"Who are the old geezers?" I asked.

"Annoying people." He answered.

"Oh."

"So, the old geezers challenged him and lost miserably. The end." He grinned.

"So fast." I pouted.

"It's time to sleep." Satoru slipped into the bed too. I quickly snuggle to him and out like a feather. ~"~

A year later

I am running on the street, searching for a familiar curse energy. I feel it just now, so he won't be far. "Suguru!" I yelled. "SUGURU!" I yelled out loudly. Finally the said stops moving and turns around to face me. "Don't go, Suguru." I cried.

"I can't. I have lost faith in humanity." He smiled sadly.

"Then, why are you so sad? You don't want to go, right? Then don't go! Stay with us!" I cried not caring how ugly my appearance was.

He shakes his head. "I am sad maybe because I won't be seeing you ordering Satoru around." He patted my head.

"Please don't go. I will work harder, I won't slack off anymore. I will cut my sweet. I will properly sleep in my bed. Hic...don't go...hic."

"If you do that, Satoru will be lonely." He sighed helplessly. "Please stay with him, okay." He smiled

"Su...gu..ru…" As soon as he touched my forehead, I felt sleepy. 'No...I can't…'

Suguru catches the unconscious girl. He brings her to the nearest park, takes a photo and sends it to Satoru. After that, he leaves some of the cursed spirit to guard her.

Satoru, just as he has received the picture from an unknown number, quickly teleports to the park. Fortunately [Name] is unharmed. "Don't...go...Suguru…" A lone tear escaped her already tear-stained cheek. ~"~

~Few years later~

[Name] 15 years old

Gojo Satoru 26 years old.

This happened before my promotion to a semi-second grade sorcerer. I was staying over in Satoru's house because Mama is out for vacation.

"Breakfast is ready." A cheerful voice said.

"Good morning, Satoru." I rubbed my sleepy eyes.

"Good morning, [Name]-chan. I have made your favourite." He grinned. Satoru is wearing a casual black long-sleeved shirt and white slacks. His sunglasses perched on top of his nose bridge.

On the table two plates of omurice are placed, complete with the tableware and two glasses of milk.

"Go get freshen up before the breakfast goes cold." He ushered me to the bathroom.

"Ummm…." I nodded.

After breakfast, we are just lounging around in the living room. Watching horror movies. No matter how terrifying they made the ghost, it doesn't phase me a bit. I have been meeting a lot of curses in any shape. This one that is shaped like a human seems more human.

"[Name]-chan." Satoru called.

"Hm?"

"Why are you not scared?" He asked.

"...Because it's not scary…?" I tilted my head.

"...But, this movie guarantees that everyone will be scared if they watch it…" He pouted.

"Then, Satoru, why are you not scared too?" I asked back.

"Because I am the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Gojo Satoru." He smirked.

"Then, I am not scared because I am Gojo Satoru's owner." I said flatly.

"...the nickname seems stuck with you." He sweatdropped. "But, I like it." He grinned. "But, I like it more if you are scared and cling to me." He wrapped his arms around himself. "Kyaaa!!! Satoru, it's so scary." He said in a very disgusting high-pitched voice. "Don't worry, [Name]-chan. I am here." He said in his voice again.

"..." I looked at him for a while and ignored him, focusing my attention on tv.

"[Name]-chan has become so cold." He fake-cried. "Where is my cute [Name]-chan that always clings to me and calls me Satoru."

….There's a reason why I act like this. This guy is unbelievably popular. Whether it's a little kid, teenager, career woman, married woman, even grandma will act like a girl with her first crush just by seeing his face.

And there's one time the commotion happened in my school. I think I was in 5th grade. That time he substitutes my mom coming to school. It's a parent-teacher conference. I still remember how happy I was, until this guy showed up without his blindfold. You can imagine the commotion he caused. Everyone, by everyone I mean everyone. From students to teachers to parents. They are ogling at him. He knew and enjoyed it.

And so, going home from school, I banned him from wearing his sunglasses when outside. He has to stick with a blindfold. At least, with blindfold, no one pays attention to him. In other words, it's just the jealousy of a hormonal teenager. But, there's no way I will tell him this.

"Satoru… you are creepy." I deadpanned.

"[Name]-chan." He whined.

"...So, you want me to act scared or not." I sighed.

A wide grin with his hands stretched out is the answer. ~"~

Right before summer vacation, the whole class is going to do a test of courage. You know this is some kind of matchmaking. They will choose some of that was not scary at all. Pair the class into girl boy pairing and they have to walk around the designated perimeter together with just one flashlight. The scared girl will cling to the boy, and the boy will assure her they will be alright. What a scam.

They have agreed to meet in the old school building entrance tonight. "Will something pop out there?" Yae asked.

"Old school building? I have long exorcised the curse spirit over there." I answered.

"As expected from onmyouji. So, what progress have you made with your 'Satoru'?" Yae teased.

"...There's no progress to report. He is older than me, like what? 11 years." I sighed.

"But, you like him right? As in you want him to ravish-"

“Let’s stop before our conversation steered away to unknown territory.” I cut her off. “Besides, that’s not love. It’s called lust.” I mumbled, cheeks tinted pink, because my mind dangerously hovered on a certain image she said.

"You think I am 3 years old?" She rolled her eyes. "Love and lust are always together. Love is just more glorified than lust. Because if you love someone then you want everything they are physically and spiritually. While lust might be because they like one or more aspects they have."

"Yae… how come you know this?" I blinked.

"Anime and movies are the source. Unlike you who only watch horror genre and can even laugh at it." She snorted.

"Well, it can't be helped because it's not scary. Their movements are funny too. Cursed spirits don't move like that. They-"

"So, do you like him or not?" She asked.

"...of course I like him." I mumbled. "But, I am sure to him I was just a little sister." I said.

"Did he tell you that?" Yae asked.

"Umm...Few times when I was in grade school?" I blinked.

"That is hardly a proof. I mean, if he showed interest when you were a grade schooler, doesn't that make him a dangerous person?" Yae snorted.

"Well… I can't deny that." I nodded.

"Besides, it's just an 11 years age gap. Did you forget there was a time when a 40 something old man married an 18 something girl. That's what we call a cradle robber." Yae raised her brow.

"It was in the past…" I mumbled.

"Not really. There are some cases like this too right now. Well, all you need is to wait until you are 18 and then eat him in one swoop." Yae grinned.

"I...am not going to eat him. By the time I am 18, he might already have a girlfriend or wife." I grumbled.

"....with that kind of personality? I don't think so. I think only you can handle him. Or at least he is tamer with you." Yae smirked.

"Don't talk like he is some kind of pet." I sweatdropped.

"Oh, but he is. You are his owner. You do know your nickname on going in those circles, don't you?" Yae laughed. She is enjoying this.

"...Gojo Satoru's owner…"

"Yep. You should use that to your advantage." Yae giggled.

"...How should I use it?" I tilted my head.

"...Think for yourself." Yae rolled her eyes.

"Eehhh?"

"So, are you coming for the test of courage?" Yae asked.

"No. I have a job tonight. Nothing dangerous will happen there." I shook my head.

"Then, I am coming with you." Yae said.

"Hm? You are not going with them?" I blinked.

"What's the point? Megumi is not there." Yae rolled her eyes.

"Megumi is in a different school though." I sweatdropped.

"That's why I don't want to go. I'd rather watch you exorcise cursed spirits." Yae reasoned.

*Bzzzz* My phone vibrated. I fish out my phone from my skirt's pocket and see a notification from Satoru. I open his message.

"Tonight, Megumi will go with you. (ﾉ��ڡ≦) Teehee~!"

"I see…"

"What's wrong?"

"Megumi will come with me tonight." I threw my phone to her, so she can see the message.

"Coming with you is really a good idea." Yae giggled. “I will tell class rep we won’t be participating.” She smiled.

This girl will do anything just to see Megumi. Her infatuation is really something. Megumi… I think he might have a crush on her too. And Yae is good at playing pull and push with Megumi. I am sure Megumi has no idea about this. Truly, a copy of Satoru. Sometimes I wonder if they are related to each other.

Who would've ever thought that sweet Yae grew up to be like this. I sigh, this is Satoru's fault. I heard their conversation when I was in 6th grade. Satoru was teaching this girl how to attract Megumi. The content of the conversation is so scary that I ran straight to Megumi's temporary room and told him not to grow up like Satoru.

10 o'clock. Yae, Megumi and I are in front of the cursed building. "Megumi, here. I made too much. Eat them later with Tsumiki-san." Yae dropped a small pouch of cookies on Megumi's palm.

"Thank you very much." Megumi said.

'It's definitely a lie. She must have made it just now.' I sweatdropped. I sigh, "Megumi, let's get this finished quickly and eat some ice cream." I called the younger boy.

"...We have no supervisor? What about Gojo-sensei?" Megumi blinked.

"Our supervisor for today is Ijichi-san. As for Satoru, he said he has business."

"No can do, [Name]-san. You shouldn't allow your pet to roam without you." Megumi said flatly.

"....He's not a pet though…" I sighed.

"But, you are his owner. Please control him." Megumi said.

"...Shut up… talk later. Let's finish this quickly." I huffed.

"Then, I will lower the curtain." Ijichi-san said as he made a hand seal. After the curtain is lowered, we enter the building.

Megumi summons his Gyokuken (Divine Dog) a pair of black and white dogs, while I summon a shikigami, Tanro, a Honshu wolf. "[Name]-san, I will take this one. So, you take the other one." Megumi said.

"Okay. Call me if you need anything." I nodded as I mounted Tanro. I quickly arrived at the second cursed spirit's location and easily dispatched it. This building was haunted by some 4th grade cursed spirit. The weakest one in the hierarchy.

The mission is over quickly, dispatching some 4th grade cursed spirits are hardly what we call a mission. This is more to let us accumulate experience.

"It's over." I stretched my hands up as we exited the building. "Ijichi-san. You can raise the curtains. We have finished." I told the older male.

"Thank you for your hard work." Ijichi-san smiled.

"No problem. Megumi, we are going for ice cream. Will you come with us?" I asked.

"...Sorry. I still have homework to do and Tsumiki will get mad if I stay out late." Megumi said. Yae's smile drops considerably. "Maybe next time. I will definitely join next time." Megumi said.

"Okay. You promised." Yae smiled.

'Ah, the push and pull.'

In the end, only the two of us are having ice cream. "Why don't you call Satoru-san?" Yae scooped her parfait.

"He won't be back until morning it seems." I showed her the message.

"I'll be back late. ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ"

"We should go home too, after finishing this." I gazed at the window.

"Can't wait to sleep in his bed?" Yae smirked.

"...I sleep on my bed. I have my own room."

"You can use this chance to sleep on his bed." Come the suggestion. "You guys are used to sleeping together anyway. I am sure he won't mind."

"That was in grade school. I...am not a child anymore." I mumbled, a slight blush coating my cheeks.

"The question is whether you want to or not."

"I...want to…" I muttered softly.

"Then, easy, just do it. You used to do whatever you want anyway." Yae sighed.

"I know… it's just…" I remember the words that that woman said to me.

"I pity him. He has to babysit you so much he can't even have time for himself."

I was so angry at that time. But, now I think about it, she is right. Almost 24/7 I stay with him. Satoru might not say anything. But, maybe because he's afraid of hurting me.

"So, what happened exactly?" Yae sighed.

"Yae… you remember I told you about that woman I saw with Satoru, right?" I opened my mouth to speak.

"Ah. I remember you told me about an old hag hanging around him. Yep. I remember." She nodded.

"You see… that woman told me…" I recounted the tale and the words she said to me.

"I see. What a load of bullshit." Yae deadpanned. "And, you are an idiot too, for falling for her words." Yae flicked my forehead.

"Ittai." I rubbed the sore spot.

"That woman probably just wants to get to his pants. But, was rejected. And she shifted the blame to you. Don't worry much about what other people think. Just think about what you want to do." Yae said.

"What I want...to do…"

"If you keep pushing him away, he might really go away. Satoru-san's personality is unrestrained. He might slip away. Do you want it to happen?"

"I don't want to!" I answered quickly.

"Then, you know what you should do, right?"

"Be more honest with what I want." I nodded.

"Good. You have the entire summer vacation to do it. You are going to Jujutsu high anyway." She smiled.

"Yeah. Thanks Yae." I smiled gratefully at my best friend.

"Of course. You owe me a cake from Sweets Bakery." She said.

"No worry. I will buy it." I laughed. The two of us share a laugh.

*Bzzzz bzzzz*

My phone vibrated signalling an incoming call. "Moshi moshi, [Name] here."

"[Name], where are you right now?" Hinako's voice transmitted to my ears.

"We are eating ice cream at Kinoko's family restaurant." I answered.

"Can you come to sanchoume. We are having kimodameshi here…" She said.

"What?! Aren't you guys in the old school building?" I frowned.

"The thing is, Yuriko told them about this abandoned building in sanchoume. They said it seemed interesting and changed their location. Now they are inside and haven't come out yet. It's almost an hour." Hinako cried. "You are an onmyouji, right? I remember you were the one who help us back then. Please help." She pleaded.

"...Listen. Don't let the others enter the building, okay. Not even to search. I will be there soon." I hung up.

"What's wrong?" Yae asked.

"Those idiots went to an abandoned house in sanchoume. Hinako said some of them have gone inside and haven't come back. I will go and check on them." I grumbled. "I will smack them so hard after I rescue them." An annoyed tick appeared on my forehead.

I put on my jacket and speed dial Satoru's number. "Moshi moshi, my cute [Name]-chan. Have you finished your mission?" Satoru's playful voice came through the phone.

"Satoru. There's an emergency. Idiots from my class have gone to an abandoned house in sanchoume for kimodameshi. Cursed spirits might be there. I will go there right now."

"Is Megumi with you?"

"Megumi has gone home. We have finished our mission. Right now it's only Yae and I."

"Understood. I will take some time to arrive. Don't do anything dangerous." He said seriously.

"I know." I hung up and sped through the street. I want to use Tanro, but this will shock people, so I can only use my feet.

Time like this is how I envied Satoru. He can teleport and fly in the air. Arriving there, I can see Hinako is trying to block them from entering.

"Hinako!" I called.

"[Name]. You are here." She smiled in relief.

"So, who is inside?" I asked without beating the bush.

"Yuriko, Mio, Higashi-kun and Takeuchi-kun." She listed out the most troublesome people in our class.

"Tsk. Stupid idiots. I hope they are still alive so I can smack them so hard they will fly back to their house." I grumbled.

"Please save them, [Name]." She pleaded.

"I will. As long as they are still alive." I said grimly. The stench is too much, my nose scrunched up in disgust. 'This might a first grade.' I gulped. I have only ever fought with second grade and that was under Satoru's supervision. 'Fine. Bring it on. If I keep being like this. I won't be a first grade onmyouji/sorcerer.'

I step into the house. "Tanro." I called for my shikigami. "Let's locate the human scent first. Can you do it?"

"Awooo." He howled. Tanro then speeds through the building. Tanro stops in one of the rooms. "Awoooo!" He howled.

It seems like they are here. "Tanro, bust open the door." I commanded. With a roar Tanro tears open the metal door.

"Hiii!!!"

"Kyaaaa!!!"

The screams from inside the room prove that they are still alive. "Hi-Hisaki…?" Takeuchi-kun lowered his trembling hands with a pole.

"Wh...what are you riding?"

"Kyaaa! A monster!!!" Yuriko screamed.

"I will smack you all later. For now, let's get out of here." I dismounted Tanro.

"Be-behind you!!"

The cursed spirit is blocked by Rokuson. Another shikigami I have called. A deer. "Bukyoku." I called another one. This time it's a samurai.

"[Name]-sama." He greeted me.

"Tanro, Rokuson, take them out. Bukyoku, we will hold it here." I commanded.

"Yes!" Bukyoku charged to the cursed spirit, which I am certain is a first grade. "Bind." I made a hand seal, glowing light warped around its neck and limbs, sealing its movement. Tanro and Rokuson crash the windows in this room to get outside. The easiest method.

"Ki...kikiki!!!" The cursed spirit gets angry. The room distorts and suddenly all exits are blocked. The binding spell has been broken.

"Domain expansion… this is bad…" A bead of sweat rolled down my temple.

"Kikikikiki!" It sounded like he was having fun.

"Sorry, but I am the hunter and you are the prey." I glared at it. "Rentei!" Another shikigami, this time a koi fish shikigami. "Transform." Rentei transformed into a katana, Nenekirimaru. "Bukyoku!"

"Ha!" Bukyoku and I took a swing at it. I am actually more of a supporting role, as my sealing and binding technique are much in higher level than my almost non-existence offensive technique. That's why I use Shikigamis. But, my supportive skills are weakened in this domain. My sword skill is really average. So, I didn't actually do much damage to it.

Bukyoku falls down to his knees. I can't call back Rokuson and Tanro because being blocked by its domain. The only way to counter domain expansion is to make my own.

I have tried a few times, but I always fail. This time… if I fail I will definitely die. "I won't die. I promised Suguru that I will stay by Satoru's side. Besides, as his owner, I can't die easily."

I released Rentei and made a hand seal. Chains start coming out from every direction, chaining the cursed spirit.

"Domain expansion, Shikigami no Hyakki Yako." In an instant the space around me changed shape again. This time, it's almost like a giant shrine. We are standing right on the Torii gate. The shrine's door opened. White mists spread out from the door, and something no, human skeletons fly out from the door, each skeleton wearing an onmyouji garb and forming a circle, trapping the cursed spirit.

"Harai tamae kiyome tamae, kyu kyu nyo ritsu yo." The skeleton shikigamis made a hand seal. Another layer of binding spell is casted. Sphere of lights concentrated above the cursed spirit, it took a shape of a giant spear. The light spear pierce down the cursed spirit and completely annihilate it.

Completely spent, my domain vanished, I can't even maintain Bukyoku. "Haa...haa...haa…" I panted. "I will become stronger. Strong enough so Satoru won't worry about me." My legs gave out due to exhaustion.

"Otto. Worrying about you is my job, [Name]-chan. No matter how strong you are, I won't stop worrying." Smell of Wisteria flooded my nose.

"I did it. Domain expansion." I gave him a weak smile.

"I know. You did a good job." He smiled, unlike the usual teasing or mocking smile. He gave me a genuine smile. A smile reserved only for me. "But, next time please exorcise it without injuring yourself." He said.

"...I am going to ignore you for the rest of the week, Satoru." I grumbled.

"Eeehhh~." Satoru whined.

Satoru gives me a piggyback ride. "[Name], are you alright?" Yae asked worriedly.

"....Except exhaustion, I am fine." I smiled weakly.

"Hisaki, are you alright? Did that monster get you?"

"I won't be here if it got me, idiot." I rolled my eyes.

"Hisaki, that was so cool. What was that deer and that wolf? Call them one more time."

"Hisaki."

"Hisaki."

They keep calling me, it's annoying. "Hai~" Satoru called out. "[Name]-chan is tired right now. So, no more questions." Satoru smiled.

"Hey, why are you wearing a blindfold?"

"Don't tell me he is your boyfriend. A blindfold? Is he blind? Lame."

"...Satoru, don't you dare lower your blindfold, or I am really going to ignore you." I muttered.

"Oya, don't tell me my cute [Name]-chan is jealous." He teased me. He knew exactly what my reaction would be. It usually will be, "I just don't want to handle another commotion. You stupid idiot." With deadpanned eyes and slightly blushing cheeks.

But, this time I promised I will be more honest with myself. "Un. I will be jealous. you are not allowed to look at other girls or women without your blindfold. No sunglasses too." I mumbled softly, just soft enough for him to hear.

It's only for a split second, but I feel his whole body freeze by my unexpected reply. "And don't add -chan to my name anymore." I jumped down from his back.

"I promise I will smack you guys. So, which idiot changed the location?" I looked at them.

All of them start looking at each other. Cearly no one wants to say anything. "You guys are lucky I am nearby. What if something happens to you guys? Think what your parents would think if you guys died earlier than them."

"You...You are an onmyouji, right? Then you have the duty to protect us." Yanagawa Yuriko stuttered.

"I-"

"We saved people who accidentally caught up in this mess. But, we are not obliged to save someone who courts death." Satoru said.

"H-Hmph. This is not your business, blindfold guy."

"Oh, this is my business. As an adult, I have the authority to report a group of kids who trespassed a forbidden entry building." Satoru flashed a smile as he showed them the number he called. 110

Their faces went pale. "Oi, you kids! what are you doing here? This is a forbidden entry building!" Local polices have come.

In the end, except for Yae and I. They are all being questioned by the police and writing an apology statement. After that, they are allowed to leave.~"~

Outside police box

"So… what advice did you give to her? She has become much more honest." Satoru looked at the girl beside him.

"I just told her to be more honest to herself or else you will slip away." Yae grinned as she looked at the newest picture of Megumi.

"Is that so? She was cute before. Right now, she has become cuter. What should I do?" He grinned.

"Well, I did manage to get from her, why she is not as clingy as she was as a kid." Yae put her phone in her pocket.

"Oh? Do tell me. I will get Megumi's sleeping face for you." He grinned. He knows of her infatuation with Megumi.

"Deal!" Yae exclaimed happily. "So, do you remember which woman that hung around you when we were in 6th grade? Apparently that woman told [Name] she was pitying you, because you will have to babysit her every time and hardly have time for yourself."

"A woman….?...Too many unimportant people hang around me."

"So, I told her it was just that woman's bullshit. She was definitely being rejected by you when she was trying to get into your pants and she doesn't need to care what other people are thinking, but what she wants."

"So, that woman was the reason. If not for her, then [Name] and I will be much closer already." Satoru whined.

"You are calling her without -chan. Why didn't you do it when you were calling for her?" Yae blinked.

"It's an adult's circumstances." He flashed a smile.

"....At least, wait for her until she is in legal age, okay." Yae sighed.

"Will try." ~"~

"Sorry for the wait." I exited the police box. The policewoman was kind enough to clean and bandage my wounds. Even though most of them are just scratches.

"It's almost 1 o'clock in the morning. What will you do?" Satoru asked Yae.

"I will sleepover in [Name]'s house." Yae yawned.

"I don't mind. Let's go." I smiled.

They start walking, but I still root on the spot. "[Name]-chan?" Satoru called.

"I can't walk. My legs hurt. Piggyback." I held out my hands.

Satoru grins widely. With a few large strides, he kneels down showing his back to me. His arms are around my knees and my hands loop around his neck. Smell of wisteria is flooding my senses. I start feeling sleepy. "Satoru…" I called.

"Hm?"

"I am not bothering you, right? ...You won't be angry if I am clingy, right?" My eyelids are starting to drop.

"Silly [Name]. I like it when you bother and cling to me." He laughed.

"I see… then,...I am...glad." I fell asleep as soon as I got it out of my mouth. ~"~

The whole month passes away in blur. Yae and I spent my whole summer break in Jujutsu High, just like every other year in the past. And I have been promoted to semi-second grade sorcerer by Shoko. Satoru celebrated it by buying sweets. Which is welcomed by us.

Now back to school. The rumour that I am an onmyouji has spread. Everyone will stare at me like I am some kind of rare animal in a zoo. And a lot of pointless requests flood in. 'I feel like I am haunted' or 'the hair of a Japanese doll in my house is getting longer' this kind of thing. In short, nothing is associated with cursed spirits.

Unlike when I was in school grader, where I was being driven to Jujutsu High after school. I was deemed good enough to live at my house again at the start of my middle school. So, no more Ijichi-san after school to escape from this rowdy crowd.

Hinako, Mikan and Sera started having lunch with Yae and I again after the whole kimodameshi fiasco. "[Name]-chan. That blindfold guy… don't tell me, is he the one that helped us in grade school?" Hinako asked.

"...I don't really remember that whole incident. But, I remember a pair of very handsome blue eyed onii-chan and black eyed onii-chan at that time." Sera said.

"Yes. That blindfold guy is the one from our grade school incident." Yae nodded.

"...Huh? Wait a moment. Was he your neighbour onii-chan back then? The one who Hinako called a liar?" Sera blinked.

"Correct." Yae nodded.

"....Was he also the one that came to your parent-teacher conference that time?" Hinako asked excitedly.

"Ah, yes. The very same." Yae nodded happily.

"...Why is Yae-chan the one answered?" Mikan sweatdropped.

I have long dropped into an annoyed mood. "How come this guy still causes trouble without him being here?" I grumbled.

"But, why is he wearing a blindfold? Did he have an accident?" Mikan frowned.

"Nope. He is wearing it for personal reasons." Yae laughed as she sneaked a glance to me. The rest of the girls are also shift their line sight to me, who is chomping on lunch, looking like someone ready to murder a certain someone.

*Bzzzz bzzz*

My phone vibrates, I frown as I unlock my phone. "❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)"

My phone vibrates again before I could type an answer. A familiar playful voice comes out from the phone. "[Name]-chan, I want a ki-"

"Satoru, as I thought, I am going to ignore you for the rest of the week.” I sulked.

“Eeeehhh? [Name]-chan~ don’t be so mean.” He whined.

“If you behave well, I will act scared when we watch horror movie."

"Roger. I am always well behaved." I can hear his grin from here.

"Is that so? Then, why are you still causing trouble without being here?" I raised my brows.

"It's because I am the most handsome Jujutsu sorcerer, Gojo Sa-"

"I am going to hang up."

"Wait! [Name]-chan. Don't be hasty."

"I am eating lunch."

"Aw, Is my cute [Name]-chan jealous again?"

“Geee….” The rest of the girls are staring at me.

"Yes. I am jealous. You do remember when you were in high school, you attracted a lot of people, from little girls, teenagers, carrier women, married women, and grannies. That's why I told you to wear your blindfold." I mumbled softly, so they won’t hear.

"Okay, [Name]-chan. I will behave really well. I will buy a lot of sweets for the movie night. Rather, I am going to buy them now. See you later." He hung up, I could clearly hear his proud big grin from here.

"Pffft." Yae trembled in laughter while the other three looked dumbfounded.

"Shut up." I chomped on my lunch, trying to ignore the burning feeling on my cheeks.

"[Name], what kind of kinky play you did?" Yae asked amused

"We are not doing some kinky play. We are just going to watch a movie." I retorted.

"...Why need to act scared? To you, a horror movie is something like comedy though." Yae raised her brows.

"If I don't do it. He won't stop doing some disgusting high-pitched voice." I replied.

"[Name]-chan, is he your boyfriend?" Sera asked.

"Soon to be. Well, they practically are. Just waiting to be labelled." Yae mused.

"So,[Name]-chan. Which part do you like from him?" They grinned slyly.

"I...don't want to answer." I dodged the question.

"Ehhh? You are no fun." Hinako pouted.

“Then, is that why he is wearing blindfold? Because [Name]-chan is jealous?” Mikan asked excitedly.

“Half of the reason. The other half is because his eyes are sensitive to light.” Yae conjured the lie.

“Well, I will be jealous too if he is handsome like that. I don’t want anyone look at him too.” Hinako said.

“Tell us your love story.” Sera exclaimed.

“No.” I refused.~"~

So, the graduation day has arrived. After receiving our diploma. We are at the school entrance, taking a picture with friends and family members. I have already decided to go to Jujutsu High, Yae and Hinako are going to the same school. Sera and Mikan are going to an all-girls school. We promised to hang out if we have time. Yae promised to spend all her school break in Jujutsu High, just for Megumi apparently.

Some of us (read: Yae) have received flowers from our juniors, and confessions from junior or classmates alike. Yae shot down everyone that confessed to her. "Yae-san, [Name]-san. Congratulations on your graduation." Megumi said as he handed us small bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you, Megumi." I smiled.

"Thank you, Megumi." Yae shot him a brilliant smile.

"By the way, [Name]-san, you are going to Jujutsu High, right?"

"Yes." I nodded. "Megumi also will be going there after you graduate middle school, right?"

"Yes. I plan to. By the way, [Name]-san, please put a leash on Gojo-sensei. He's annoying." Megumi deadpanned.

"....He is not a pet. But it's true he is annoying." I said.

"Hisaki-san!!" Someone called out.

I blink as someone I don't recognize is walking to me nervously. He is holding a diploma, that means he is also a graduating student.

"Yes?"

"Please go out with me!!" He said, quite loudly I might add. Might be due to nervousness, because his whole face and neck are red. Now the whole students are staring at us. The chatters stop as if waiting one of us to speak.

“Accept him.” One of the students said, maybe his friends?

“Accept him. Accept him.” Soon, all of them are cheering. Yae looks like ready to murder someone. “You all-“ Megumi quickly grabbed Yae’s hand and shook his head. He secretly motioning his head to a newcomer.

"Sorry, I-" I was wrapped in wisteria scent as I was pulled back to a familiar embrace.

"Sorry. This girl is my wife to be. Can you back off?" a playful light-hearted voice said.

"Eh?" (Me)

"Ha?" (Megumi)

"Ara… how quick. Congrats, I am waiting for the wedding." (Yae)

"EEEEHHHHH????" The whole students.

I tilt my head up to look at him wearing sunglasses, paired with a long-sleeved white t-shirt and pair of black slacks. His collarbone obviously exposed with the top button unbuttoned, and to finish off, he wears a more fashionable shades. His obviously grinning mischievous blue eyes stare back at me. "...Didn't I tell you not to wear sunglasses?" I raised my brow.

"But, I am meeting my [Name]-chan. Not some other girls. I have to show off sometimes too. To scare some pests." He grinned slyly. His mischievous bright blue eyes peeked out from his glasses.

"...."

"Congrats on your graduation." He patted my head. "As for your graduation gift…” He bent down so his mouth is next to my ears. “It will be me." He whispered in my ear.

As expected, right now, the female population is exclaiming how hot he is and is speculating our relationships. Didn’t they say he was lame last year? The boy in front of me too is frozen like a statue.

"You are saying this now?” I frowned.

“Hm?” He blinked at my quite unexpected reply.

“…Satoru… Aren't you already mine from the start. I mean, I am Gojo Satoru's owner." My lips curled up to a smile.

His face broke into a grin. "...Indeed." He laughed gleefully. "As expected from my wife to be."

"...Since when?"

"Eeeh? Didn't you say you will marry me? I was waiting." He whined. "Satoru, when I grow up, I will be your bride." He made that disgusting high pitched voice again.

"Maki, do you hold playful cloud. Can I borrow it. I want to smack it to Satoru's face." I am already in phone with Maki.

"Send the picture to me later." Maki said.

"[Name]-chan. You are so mean." The overgrown child whined.

"....Please talk about this kind of thing in a private place." Megumi said.

"Megumi, you are here too?" Satoru grinned.

"I will seriously punch you." Megumi said. "[Name]-san. Please control your pet."

“Truth to be told, Satoru’s entrance is quite normal.” I said.

“Which part of him is normal?” Megumi deadpanned. “But, considering his personality, this is really count as normal.” Megumi nodded.

“What kind of entrance you are thinking he would make?” Yae asked.

I look at the overgrown man, who put his head on the top of my head, casually leaning his weight to mine. “Actually, considering his personality, I was thinking he will come in holding some kind of musical instrument bag and say something let’s go home [Name]-chan, today I will have you master “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” Something like that.” I said.

“I see. This is more convincing.” They nodded.

“By the way Satoru, you are heavy.” I tried to free my trapped body.

“Nope.” So, the four of us are talking like the usual, completely ignoring the looks we are getting. And I too, completely forgotten I haven’t replied to the boy who has confessed to me.

“I am sorry. I can’t accept your confession. There will be someone who is better match for you. The world we are living is different.” I bowed a little.

“Eh? Ah. Yes.” He replied absentmindedly, obviously still shocked.

“Yae, Megumi. Let’s go home.”

“I will celebrate with Megumi alone. Satoru-san looks like he wants to take you to somewhere important.” Yae snickered. “I will celebrate with you later.” She smiled. “Let’s go Megumi.” Yae dragged the blushing boy away.

"Let's go home, Satoru." I sighed, dragging him away. He shamelessly intertwined his much longer fingers to mine.

I might not want him to attract annoying people. But the sight of Yuriko's face is refreshing. My lips curl to a smile.

"Are you happy that the gift is me?" He smirked.

"...Satoru… I am going to ignore you the whole week."

"Don't forget your promise, [Name]-chan. Tonight is movie night." He giggled.

"....I will try to act scared." I sighed. “So, where do you want to take me to? How come Yae know it?”

“You will know when we arrived.” He answered in a sing song voice. After a series of twist and turn from branded boutique to make-up salon. We have arrived in our destination. A high-class restaurant.

“…Why are we here?” I blinked.

“To celebrate your graduation of course.” Satoru chuckled at my dumb question.

“I thought we are having a movie night?” I looked at him. Again, he is drawing attention. “Haa…” I sighed.

“Don’t worry [Name]-chan, we are in private room.” He laughed as if he knew what was I thinking. I bet he knew.

We are guided to the private room. No, rather than private room, it’s more like a back garden. My eyes lit up, I take a few steps ahead. The garden is decorated beautifully. It feels like I step into some kind other realm. “You like it?”

“Yes.” I nodded, a delightful smile plastered on my face.

“That’s good.” we were seated in the middle of the garden. “You told me once you want to have dinner like this.” A cheshire cat grin on his face.

“I did?” I titled my head.

“Yep, you did.” He nodded.

“….” Who is this mature Satoru? I look at him blankly. “Satoru, did you eat wrong medicine today? Are you sick? Or perhaps you were cursed by cursed spirits?”

“How mean~. I am purrfectly fine. There’s no way I am cursed. I am the strongest. I just want to congrats my cute [Name]-chan for graduating middle school.” He pouted. His maturity has disappeared somewhere in the void.

“Thanks, Satoru.” I giggled. ~"~

[Name] 16 years old

Gojo Satoru 27years old

Geto Suguru 26 years old

"What… Did you say…?" I looked at the Masamichi sensei.

"Suguru is discovered near here and Satoru has gone to hunt him down." Sensei said one more time.

"...Satoru is hunting who…?" The world seems distorted. I put my hand on the table to steady myself. "No…" I whispered. I don't want them to fight. I don't want them to get hurt.

Few years after the incident of a star plasma vessel and the masacre in a small village. I understood why Suguru is doing this. Even so, I just don't want them to fight. Why… Why can we be together again? Just like that time. Before everything spiralled out of control.

I run out from the school. "Ijichi-san, take me to Suguru's location."

"I...am not sure where he is…"

"Then, just take me to the downtown." I said urgently. And to the downtown it is. I exit the car and start running. To where? I don't even know myself.

I don't know how long I ran. My feet seemed to bring me back to Satoru's house after aimlessly running on the street. "Satoru!" I threw open the door.

I panted as I tried to calm myself down. Satoru has just come out from shower judging by the wet hair and towel on his head. I ram myself to him, arms wrapping around his waist.

"What's wrong, [Name]-chan?" He patted my head. The usual Satoru will start teasing how much I miss him. The usual Satoru will grin and smirk at the sight of me coming to his house. The usual Satoru will… my body trembles, the tears I have been holding start flowing down, wetting his shirt. "Why are you crying again, hm?" His voice is getting softer.

"Because...hic...It's because… you didn't cry. Hic...so, I will cry… in your stead. Hic…" I hiccuped.

"...Thank you… for crying for me…"~"~

After a bout of crying, I freshen up in the shower. Even though we are neighbours, I think I spent a lot of time in Satoru's house. Half of my things are in the house. And no, we didn't sleep in the same bed anymore. I have my own room. So, the guest room became my permanent room.

"Let me dry your hair." Satoru grinned as I stepped into the living room. I sit on the couch, between his legs as he starts working his magic. Drying my hair.

The sound of the hairdryer died down. A pair of long arms wrapped around my shoulders. "Satoru…?"

"...Let me stay like this for a while… I will be back like the usual Gojo Satoru tomorrow. So… let's just stay like this for a while." Satoru murmured. His voice sounds so...broken. I have also noticed some tremble from his voice and his hands.

"Okay…"~"~

Gojo Satoru knew that Geto Suguru was lying. He knew it yet his hand shot through his friend's chest before he could stop it.

"If you didn't finish me now. The next target will be [Name]-chan. She has grown, hasn't she? The last descendant of Keikain onmyouji. I am sure she will be a great asset. At least her spiritual power is." Suguru sneered.

At that time Satoru only saw red, he must kill Suguru before he could do anything to her. And so, when he came to his hand has shot through his former partner's chest.

Suguru slump on his shoulder. "Listen well...Satoru… Protect [Name]…. As she grows up...her power...will attract...a lot of...trouble… Some...disgusting...old farts...higher ups… also consider her...to bear some...children…for them… Don't...ever let...them...lay hand...on her…. Or...I'll...come back….as cursed spirit...to haunt...you…"

"I promise… I won't let them lay hands on her...ever."

"That's...good...I'll...be...going….first...partner…" Geto Suguru breathed his last.~"~

[Name] 17 years old

Gojo Satoru 28 years old

I sit on bed, frowning. I have a feeling something really bad will happen soon. It makes me feel restless and anxious. "[Na~me]-chan. What are you thinking about?" Satoru poked my forehead.

"No...it's just I feel so uneasy and restless these days. I just have a feeling something bad will happen. I feel like I won't see you anymore." I bit my lips.

"I am not going anywhere." He sat down beside me and pulled me to his lap. His sunglasses are gone. "Even if by chance I go somewhere, I'll definitely be back to your side." He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"...Aren't you supposed to say you are going to take me along." I pouted.

"Well, I can't take you along if I am going somewhere dangerous." He laughed.

"Hearing this from you makes me mad." I huffed.

"Eeehhh?"

"Because it feels like you are saying, I am weak." I mumbled.

"Well, you are weaker than me." He grinned. In retaliation, I pound his chest, which only serves him to laugh harder.

"But, I will certainly be back to your side. This is a promise and I am not lying. You do know I will never lie to you." He flashed me his cocky smirk.

"I know. I just don't like it if something were to happen to you." I rested my head on his broad shoulder.

"Nothing will happen to me. I am the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, Gojo Satoru." He laughed, his arm slipped under my shirt and was resting on my bare stomach.

"What are you doing, Satoru?"

"The mood is perfect." He grinned. His bright blue eyes are sparkling with mischief. "I have endured well all these years. So, I think it's time I get my reward, don't you think so?"

"Then...close your eyes." I muttered shyly.

"...." Satoru only looked at me with amusement.

"I know your six eyes will see everything, but just close your eyes." I grumbled.

"You do know that's a really pointless request. Since I can see anything, why not let me see." His smirk is back.

"S-shut up! Just close your eyes." I stuttered. My face is all red. I don't need a mirror to know.

"Okay." He relented and closed his eyes anyway.

For a good pointless measure, I cover his closed eyes with my palm and press a quick kiss to his lips.

"Y...you can open your eyes now." I stuttered. I am fidgeting right now. My eyes averted his.

"That was quite a different reward than what I had in mind. Surely, you have thought this much wouldn't satisfy me, [Name]."

When Satoru called me without any honorifics, it sent shivers down my spine, in a lot of ways. I know he wouldn't be satisfied. But, I am afraid… what if my body shape is not to his liking, what if my breasts are too small. I become self conscious. I am still wearing clothes, but I feel like I am already stark naked under his eyes. Is this some kind of Six Eyes special ability too?

"You are worrying about strange things again, aren't you? Don't think about anything else. Just think about me."

Without any warning, his lips crash down to mine. Eagerly devouring and claiming what is his. His slick tongue forced my cavern to open. "!!!" Without wasting any chance, he slipped into my mouth. "....nnn…" His slick muscle explore everything he can touch.

His scent, the familiar wisteria scent flooded all my senses. It makes my senses go into overdrive. I can't see, feel or smell anything except for him. I feel like drowning in his essence. My hands clench to a fists, grasping his clothes in my hand, making wrinkles on his perfectly ironed shirt. I stopped breathing some time ago, and now my brain is in need of oxygen. My hands are pushing him away to let me breathe.

"Breath through your nose, [Name]." He separated our lips to say that before he went back devouring it. His thumb is caressing my stomach, while the other is firmly around my waist, preventing me from escaping.

After what seemed like eternity, the kiss ceased. I pant for the much needed oxygen. My eyes watery and hot blush is coating my cheeks. The silvery string of broken saliva is the only evidence of that heated kiss, and the first evidence of many to come.

"Satoru…" I panted. My own pink muscle lolled out for him. I can clearly see every emotion he holds for me. Desire, lust, possessiveness, greed, gentleness and the glorified love. He wants to drown me in his essence and he will. "Satoru…"

"Hm?" His hand came up to hold my face. Thumb swiping my swollen lips.

"...please, be gentle with me."

And….I unknowingly set off the caged beast inside him.

          Omake

How is the movie night is actually going.

First half of the story.

“Sa-Satoru, I am scared!” I clung to his arm tightly. We are sitting on the couch with sweets littered on the coffee table.

“Don’t worry, [Name]-chan. It’s not scary at all. You see, the protagonist will be stabbed by the ghost.” He grinned fully enjoying this,”

“Why are you spoiling the story?” I hit his arm.

Second half of the story.

“Satoru, will the ghost die or the heroine die?” I asked as I munched a pocky stick. Our position has changed. Somehow, I am now sitting between his legs, still on the couch.

“They will die together.” He grabbed my hand with pocky stick and moved it to his mouth.

“Satoru, take your own sweets.” I rolled my eyes.

Credits rolling.

I have fallen asleep in that position, not caring how the story ended or post credit scene. One good thing about Satoru is he is nice makeshift pillow. I vaguely heard a good night and a forehead kiss, before I completely fallen to deep sleep.

[reminiscingtonight]

Better By Now

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 979

A/N: This is inspired by the song “Better By Now” by Ritual.

Run Into You (Part Two) // Still the Same (Part Three)

“I’m sorry, I just...I don’t think I’m in love anymore.”

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They taught you that love was for children. The Red Room had beat it into you. (“You’re nothing. You have no place in this world.”) When Natasha led a raid and rescued you, you couldn’t help but feel relieved. (“Don’t ever leave me again, Natalia.” “Never, I promise.”) 

You were pulled out of a life as a killer and into the life of a SHIELD agent. Before long, you found yourself moving up the ranks, and eventually you joined the Avengers at the Battle of New York. It took a while but you found yourself starting to relax with your newfound family. When Ultron came to life and tried to kill all of you, you fought alongside everyone to take him down.

When it was over, it took you a moment to be comfortable around the witch that had successfully thrown you back into your head, right back into your nightmares. It had taken you years to finally feel like you had a place in the world, a person separate from the one the Russians had created. It took her seconds to send you right back to where you started. Mornings spent training and nights spent apologizing turned into mornings walking around getting coffee from various spots around the city and nights huddled together watching movies. You felt something new, something unfamiliar, but you were too afraid to say it. You could tell Wanda felt it too, but neither of you said anything for the fear of ruining what you both had.

A night full of alcohol and Avengers meddling later, you two were dating.

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“But I want to stay friends, you’re my best friend.”

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You were together for two years before it ended.

Everything seemed normal after the breakup. Most of the team didn’t even realize the two of you had broken up until they accidentally walked in on her kissing Vision in the kitchen. 

The two of you still went on missions together. You guys were an efficient team, so you completed mission after mission with the witch. You ignored the feeling in your gut every time your arms would brush or one of you would accidentally get too close to the other. Wanda wanted to stay friends, so you would do whatever you could to keep her happy.

Being a SHIELD agent before becoming an Avenger, you had agreed to help them with missions when you weren’t busy with Avengers stuff. One thing led to another and you found yourself flying off for a month-long mission. For the first two weeks Natasha was with you. (“You’re an idiot if you think I’m going to let you go on some badass mission without me.”)

She instantly noticed the messages you would write on your phone before deleting them. It wasn’t until the fourth night that she brought it up. “You should let her go. This isn’t healthy.”

You angrily sigh before pocketing your phone. “Don’t you think I would if I knew how to?”

---

“This might take some time but it’ll get better, okay?”

---

After Natasha returned to New York, the month-long mission turned into a 2 month-long mission. You spent the entire time missing your family, but a part of you was glad for the break. You didn’t know how much longer you could take, watching Wanda be with Vision until you either lost it or finally got over her. Just seeing her happy made what was left of your heart shatter even more. Everyone kept telling you that it’d get better, that the pain you were experiencing would only be temporary. But it didn’t feel temporary.

Tony wanted to throw a party when you returned. You begrudgingly agreed, only because you knew he wouldn’t stop bugging you until you conceded. When you got back it was still dark outside. You checked your watch. 4 am. You groan. That gave you roughly 12 hours to eat, sleep, and muster up the courage to see your team again before having to get ready for the party.

Trudging through the dark compound you couldn’t help but remember all the times Wanda used to wait up for you when you returned from missions. If you closed your eyes you could still feel the ghost of her arms around your neck, the ghost of her laughter ringing through your ears, the ghost of her lips pressed against yours. You blink away the tears.

By the time the party rolled around your stomach was in knots again and you considered slipping out the back and ditching the party. Knowing that your friends would most likely send the red-haired assassin after you, you sighed and made your way downstairs.

You spent most of the night hanging around the bar with Natasha. From the corner of your eye you saw Wanda making her way over to you and you felt a painful squeeze on your heart. Natasha softly rubs your arms with understanding when the brunette saddled up to the two of you. “Long time no see, stranger.”

You simply stare at your drink and shrug. 

She frowns. It wasn’t like you to be so silent. “Are you okay?”

“No. I’m fucking miserable. I miss you so much, Wanda. I still love you so I lie and pretend I’m alright all the time. Loving you was the best and worst thing that’s ever happened to me. You taught me that it was okay for me to love someone, to be loved by someone. But I don't recognize the person staring back in the mirror anymore. I’m so tired. I miss you but I also miss the person I was, the me from before.”

You close your eyes and count to ten in your head. You muster your best fake smile before responding. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

[mrarchewannabe]

First Contact and it's Complications

THE FOLLOWING TRANSCRIPT IS A DOCUMENTATION OF FIRST CONTACT OF THE ZEATIKIAN RACE TO HUMANITY 500 CYCLES AGO TRANSLATED INTO COMMON BY THE FEDERATION OF SYSTEMS

Entry 1

Cycle date, 890, Rotation date, 197, at 1300 Ticks

This is head researcher Bea'zikal making a reports on the situation of our scouting of the outer arms of the Galaxy called Geaitza-7, I am unaware how fast these reports will be sent back to HQ, but you've given us premission to proceed how we see fit

Contact, we've made contact with an alien empire that refers to it's self as USH or United Systems of Humanity we absolutely didn't expect contact so soon and especially not a sapient and technologically advanced species such as this; as for the designation for the species itself it refers to a name called 'Humans' which translated to common Zeatikian is 'Huamein' or for the proper scientific term which is dubbed by themselves 'Homo Sapien'. They are quite physically imposing specimens standing 4 to 6 units in height on average and around 30 to 70 Mass Increments in weight and many capable of lifting 2 to 4 times their weight on average with some being recorded lifting 10 times their weight. They are mammals, warm blooded, and come in many different permentations in hair style and skin pigmentation which I have to admit is quite beautiful in its variation. I know this is brief but the crew is excited and worried so I will most likely be busy for quite a awhile doing research and studying, so signing off.

Entry 2

Cycle date, 891, Rotation date, 13, at 200 Ticks

To call the Humans a interesting bunch would be a vast understatement; they are socially rich and vast, containing thousands of different cultures, religions and traditions that have been held for thousands of years. First contact was more or less awkward as you could expect as we had different languages in every conceivable way down to speech, body language, and symbols of mathematics. We spent half a cycle deciphering and trading languages with a ship call the 'USS Omaha' which was a warship and was very plain to see what it's purpose was; we started slow with communication, showing images and photos to convey concepts, places, actions, which of course they provided as well. We managed to get a form of communication going and so far it's working well, we can ask and answer basic questions and we both had quite alot.

Entry 3

Cycle date, 891, Rotation date, 34, at 500 Ticks

Its almost time for both of our ships to dock and meet "face to face" as the humans say, a saying meaning to interact with honor, respect, and business. However there were multiple issues that were obvious and it was that both of our species evolved and lived in two vastly different habitats and therefore exposed to different microorganisms and bacteria; to combat this extensive testing was done in our labs; natural bacteria and microorganisms from our respective homes were exchanged as well as DNA to study the effects the bacteria and microorganisms did to the living cells. Thankfully the complications were few and after a few minor inoculations and another half cycle of waiting it was finally time to make a mark on history; I can't believe it's already been a cycle and a half but I believe it will be worth it.

Entry 4

Cycle date, 891, Rotation date, 35, at 1000 Ticks

The docking procedure went well, mostly due to the special coupling adapter that had to be worked on just outside our ships so that they actually could couple together without something breaking or crumpling. I waited in front of the Airlock with acting Captain Gae'Taek who was rightly paranoid; we still didn't know the humans true intentions but I simply told myself and the crew that they probably felt the same way...hopefully. Gae'Taek was big among our species as he weighed 20 Mass Increments and stood around 2.5 Units tall, truly a massive Zeatikian; but when we met the Humans inside the Coupling bay he looked as a mere child compared to the extremely intimidating size of the Human Captain and his two crewmates who I was told also happened to be researchers themselves in which I found a odd comfort in. The human Captain spoke up "I am pleased to finally meet you in person Captain Gae'Taek" his voice was deep but robotic as they were wearing what seemed like a mix between a hazard suit, environmental suit, and Military Grade Combat Skin, this didn't surprise me after all as the vessel was a warship and a research deck "I am also pleased to meet you as well Head researcher Bea'zikal" he Extended his limb and body forward slightly with his claws- No "Hand" as they called it, open for what Humans called a "Handshake" which was a traditional Greeting that implied respectful and Civilized Behavior. Captain Gae'Taek Hesitated slightly before taking his hand and shaking it lightly, he then reached over in my direction and wished to receive one from me as well, my hesitation was clear but I had mustered the courage to take his hand, I would not be lying if I said I was terrified he would accidentally crush my Claws carapace and all with his powerful hand wrapped in a combat skin. (Note: Humans have the most complex musclar system I've ever observed; layers of various proteins organized into elastic bands stretched over what they call a Skeleton which functions like a Carapace but for the inside and acts as a scaffold for the muscle to latch onto and function) But surprisingly he did not crush my Claw like I thought he would and was actually very careful, who knew that with so much raw power that Humans Fine Motor Control could be so precise. Captain Gae'Taek responded in a respectful tone as well " I am also pleased to meet you as well Captain Maer'ceis I hope we may learn much from one another" (Note: Maer'ceis translated to the Human Language results in Marcus, which he will be refered as the rest of the report) Captain Marcus Bares his teeth which is a sign of happiness and acceptance "I wish the same as well" he spoke "come let me give you a tour of our ship, or atleast everything you've been giving authorization to see" And with that he gave us a tour of the ships facilities which were mostly what they called "recreational" which to me seemed horribly dangerous and would have definitely breached safety regulations back home; that aside I'm excited for what will be coming up next as I hope it will lead to a strong partnership.

I've simplified my previous reports due to the amount of work we've had this past cycle it's been quite stressful, I plan to report on their culture, traditions, history, and economic status; it should be full of details, but I just need time, if something pops up I will let you know - Head Researcher Bea'zikal

(this is the first ever short that I've decided to publish so I apologize if my grammar is off I hope you enjoy and please give me and tips or advice you feel would help improve my writing)

[amjustagirl]

CHAPTER 1 - TAKING FLIGHT

Fic Summary:

The sky Oikawa Tooru’s heart seeks is a world away from the earth yours is buried in. You are a fool to trust him with your heart anyway.

Where Oikawa Tooru does not make it to Argentina straightaway.

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3

Icarus, Icarus, I must be blind not to see you long to touch the sun.

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Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x you, Oikawa Tooru x fem! reader

Genre / Wordcount : Angst (5.6k words)

Warnings: One non-explicit bedroom scene

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“Home sweet home ”, Tooru declares grandly, throwing his hands out with the air of a conqueror bursting with pride at the sight of his domain. 

Never mind the fact that the apartment looks like it’s been hit by a tsunami of cardboard boxes and scattered bits of furniture. Or the fact that you’re covered in sweat and grime from lifting boxes and shifting furniture and you’d very much like to lie down and not get up for the next week or two, but you can’t because of the never ending list of things to be done - unpacking your belongings, filling in your enrolment paperwork, attending medical school orientation to attend. 

But his words wash away the tide of anxiety lapping at the edges of your mind. 

Tooru wept and gnashed his teeth when his parents refused to let him chase his dreams to Argentina, and not a single professional team in Japan even looked his way. Don’t be ridiculous, his parents told him with wagging fingers, especially when Chuo University sent a full scholarship his way. 

“It is the top school for volleyball” you pointed out, as he spent yet another hour lying flat on his back, eyes swollen from spent tears. “You could go there and grab everyone’s attention by being their starting setter for the next four years.”

He does not respond. You wonder if he’s waiting for the paint on the ceiling to crack. 

“Plus” you add slyly. “I’ll be at Chuo with you.” 

This catches his attention. “What d’you mean”, he mumbles, throat still sandy with salt. 

“I got into medical school there”, you tell him  ,  the smile on your face growing when he finally hurls himself bodily at you, both of you toppling off the bed and onto the floor. 

“You’ll be there with me?” he whispers in disbelief. 

You laugh wetly into the crook of his neck. “Every step of the way”, you declare, slipping your hand into his. 

You’ve both transplanted yourselves from your childhood home in Sendai to a tiny apartment in Tokyo, a veritable hole in paper thin walls. Your hearth is a pair of rusty iron hobs, and your bed is a cheap mattress on the floor, but sunshine spills in from the windows like liquid gold and Oikawa Tooru’s hand is warm in yours. 

You wonder what you’ve done in your past life for the gods to smile down on you, to bless you with a boy you love in a place you can both call  home .

You’re not usually this sentimental, but just this once, you tug him down towards you, stealing a kiss from him. “I like the sound of that”, you murmur against his lips. “Our home, Tooru”. 

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you. “Do you love me?” he asks, with a smile that cages your beating heart in his calloused hands. 

You are young. You are eighteen. You know nothing of the world. You know nothing of life. 

So you reply - “More than life itself”. 

He kisses you with languid ease, stealing the very breath from your chest. You tell yourself you have four years to work up the courage to ask if he loves you as much in return. 

“Medical supplies are expensive, so stop coming here to ask for cold presses that you don’t need”, you tell Oikawa Tooru, Captain of the Volleyball Club and currently a veritable pain in your ass for constantly hounding you during your shifts at the school’s sickbay. 

You resist the urge to sigh when he throws himself onto the cot, groaning dramatically - “How mean! You and Iwa-chan are the same - brutes, all of you! What’s a guy gotta do to get some tender love and care, especially when he’s injured?”

You cast a doubtful eye at the bandage over his right knee. “Iwaizumi said you recovered, but I guess if you’re really still injured…”

Oikawa grins, sensing victory in sight. “So you’ll give me a cold press and let me rest here during class?” 

You drop said cold press onto his knee none too gently. “Sure - though..” your voice trails off, you tap your chin thoughtfully. “That would mean you’re not cleared for practice. I’ll send a note to your coach.”

Gotcha. 

It’s your turn to grin when alarm dawns on Oikawa’s face, his eyebrows pinching together as he waves his hands at you, pleading you not to mention a word to his coach - pretty please with a cherry on top, he forgot to do his homework cos he was staying up late to watch volleyball videos last night and needs a place to hide, and you’re the kindest, bestest, person on earth if you let it slide this time, his knee is fine, just fine - 

You glare at him, unimpressed. 

He pouts, with the largest puppy dog eyes he can muster. Even you are not immune to his charms. 

“Fine”, you say flatly. “Just once.” 

He thanks you, promising never to darken the doors of the sickbay again without cause. 

Of course, he breaks his promise the very next day when he sidles in just before practice, dropping a milk carton and a bun on your table.

“An offering to the maiden of this shrine” he answers teasingly in response to the question in your furrowed brow, trying his best to exude arrogance and saunter off, though his efforts are defeated by the pink tint to the apples of his cheek. 

Oikawa Tooru, huh. You wonder. 

You and Tooru are drawn into the ebb and flow of university life. You wake up with him by your side each morning, kiss him on the cheek before you both head your separate ways. In a fit of fancy, you imagine that your front door is the portal to different worlds - a little like the enchanted door in Howl’s Moving Castle, a movie Tooru used to make you watch with him on repeat. When you step through it, you find yourself in the humdrum world of medical school - anatomy classes, stuffy professors, scalpels and knives. Whereas when Tooru steps through it - like the titular wizard, he bursts like a fiery comet into a wholly separate, magical world of whistles and drills and volleyball practices. 

Your worlds never collide in the day, even though from time to time, you sneak into the gym to watch him practice, unbeknownst to him. Typically, you only see him at night. Dinners are prepared together, shoulders jostling over the kitchen counter to cook rice and produce sourced from the supermarket’s discount bin, before you both huddle over homework. More often than not though, Tooru prefers to spend all his time crouched over his laptop, earbuds on, watching endless streams of volleyball matches. 

“Aren’t you ever tired of volleyball?” you ask when you see him analyse yet another video - Argentina versus Japan this time. 

You already know the answer before your question leaves your tongue but you ask it anyway, amused when he squawks in indignation and knocks over your cup of tea in his hurry to exclaim -  Sick of volleyball? Him, Oikawa Tooru? Never! 

Of course, you knew that. Chuo University is the top collegiate team for volleyball, so the coaches demand nothing but the best from their players. You watch by the sidelines as Tooru grinds his body into dust at volleyball practice, coming home every night with sore tendons and aching bones. Balancing a full business course load on top of that would stretch anyone to their breaking point. 

Anyone normal that is, because Tooru revels in his hectic schedule. 

You attend his first match and you’re blown away by how much he’s grown from being transplanted from barren soil into rich earth. The unerring confidence he’s already shown in his high school days blossoms into an elegant ease. His athleticism grows by leaps and bounds, his game sense sharpens, his sets learn true grace.  

He claws his way to a starting position with bloodied fingernails, in blatant disregard of anything that might stand in his way. He builds his own wings, starts to take flight, the light in his eyes shining brighter and brighter the closer he flies towards the sun. 

He is no longer the simple school boy you fell in love with from Sendai. 

“Will you go out with me if I win our next match?” he asks suddenly, lifting his gaze from the video he’s watching from his usual corner in the sickbay. 

“Do I look like a prize for some school boy’s grudge match?” You snipe back, head bent over your homework. 

“It was worth a try”, he hrumphs. 

You hide a smile. 

“I would go out with you even if you lose”, you tell him, though you do not lift your eyes from paper and pen. 

A laugh bubbles from his chest - surprised, delighted, triumphant. 

“I better make sure I win then. So you don’t change your mind.” 

He did not win that game, losing spectacularly in the finals in his second year against his fated rival - Ushijima from Shiratorizawa, a specter that still looms unti over every match he plays in up to today. 

True to your word, you sat on his doorstep, waiting for him to return home red eyed, throat raw. You let him drop his aching head into your lap, and like a maiden comforting a weary warrior, you pressed a kiss to his forehead as a balm to his wounds. Then you dragged him by the hand to your favourite ramen stall, ordering two bowls of tonkatsu ramen, with char siu, bamboo shoots, spring onions and gyoza on the side. An inauspicious first date, but you consider yourself lucky nonetheless for having him beside you. 

Things are different now. You are blind not to see him long to touch the sun. 

No one is surprised when Chuo University wins nationals. The only surprise to the media (but certainly not to you or anyone from Miyagi for that matter), is that Chuo University brings home the trophy with Oikawa Tooru as it’s starting setter. 

The boy king finally reaches the national stage. 

Even then, he is always, always grasping for  more .

“You were amazing!” you gush, as he finally breaks through the triumphant huddle of his teammates to swing you into his arms and greet you with his customary kiss. “I’m so proud of you!” 

His eyes glitter as he laughs, giddy with delight, face flushed with pride. “It’s just college, princess. Wait til I go pro”. 

Like Ushijima, you think, though that name remains unsaid. 

Wax feathers had already started to sprout from the knobs of his spine back in high school, budding beneath your fingertips like a cancerous tumour. Back then it was easy to be wilfully blind to them, but now it's become too obvious to be ignored. Oikawa Tooru’s ambition lies spread eagled, naked beneath the blinding lights of the sports hall. He has only just tasted his first real victory, crossed the first hurdle separating him from his dreams of greatness. 

“I’m waiting for that day then”, you respond teasingly.

You only realise later that you lied. He's left the confines of your arms in his quest for the skies.

You laughed when Tooru first broached the idea of sneaking out at night to gaze at stars in the sky. ‘What nonsense’, you’d said. What are the chances of seeing stars amidst the light pollution from a city, even a relatively minor one like Sendai? 

“You’re being a meanie, just like Iwa-chan”, he pouted. He kept whining until you gave in. 

Tooru picks you up from your home past midnight, chuckling when you label his rusty bicycle ‘a contraption from hell’ and ask him archly whether he truly expects you to entrust your wellbeing to the tiny rack meant to function as the pillion’s seat. 

“Stop being a princess, it isn’t as if I can magick a seatbelt from thin air” he teases. 

“Howl could”, you point out. 

“Well, I could strap you on with my bicycle chain if you prefer”, he answers blithely. “Get on, stop complaining”. 

He pedals all the way uphill to the deserted park near school, whining all the way about the strain the extra weight (you) puts on his knees (lies, all of them). You’re torn between pointing out that he chose to drag you out in the middle of the night and kicking him off the bike and commandeering yourself home instead. You choose instead to slap the back of his head. 

“Ow!” he squeals. “Brute!” 

“Hmph”. You fold your arms in satisfaction. 

When he finally finds a spot perfect enough to commence his stargazing adventure, he stops the back, spreads a picnic mat and hands you a flask of hot tea. 

“I don’t see any stars”, you say, after fifteen minutes of sitting, stiff and cold in the dark. 

“Don’t be impatient! The clouds will clear up soon”, he says, squinting hopefully. 

The sky remains overcast. 

You sigh, the breath expelled from your nose forming your own personal cloud. You are accustomed to Tooru’s quirks, his all consuming passion for volleyball, his love for all things outer space. You decide to indulge him a little, just once. 

“Why don’t you pretend we can see the stars and tell me your favourite thing about each one?” 

He brightens up visibly. 

“You won’t be bored if I did that?”

You prod his nose, but your eyes are fond. “Have you ever bored me?”

His chest swells. “I suppose not”, he crows, and proceeds to trace the constellations with elegant fingers, spinning stories and conjuring random facts about celestial beings you cannot see. You find yourself enthralled, not by his words, but by the lilt in his voice and depth in his eyes. 

“Why d’you love the stars so much?” you ask.

“Did you not just hear anything I’ve just said?” his voice teeters dangerously close to a whine. 

You click your tongue against your teeth. “I mean – trivia and myths aside. Why are you so fascinated by what are essentially flaming balls of gas and light.”

“The shallow answer is cos they’re pretty.” He says, laughing airily, before turning his gaze to you, the stark intensity in his eyes causing goosebumps to prickle the back of your neck. “But if my lady here is searching for a deeper answer, well. Aren’t stars the ultimate embodiment of the dreams of all humankind? Even as we strive and fail towards our petty goals, the stars are always there to remind us to look up and reach for the sky”

You flick his forehead. “Pretty words, for a pretty boy”. 

“Hey!” He scowls indignantly before he perks up. “Wait - did you see that? There’s a star!” 

The sky clears just enough for a pale light to peer through a gauzy cloud. You do see it, and it is indeed beautiful, but your attention has already been captured by the boy beside you. And Tooru being Tooru, naturally notices. 

“Why’re you staring at me instead of the sky?” 

Perhaps you’re drunk on the magic of midnight skies, perhaps you want to uncover the mystery of his smile yourself. Perhaps that explains why your eyes soften and why your words fall short of a whisper. 

“Because you are my sun, my moon and all my stars”, you say. “I like you better than anything in the sky.”

His mouth slackens and for a moment, his eyes are tender before his laugh breaks your flight of whimsy, and you bury your face in your hands, hot with embarrassment. 

“Forget I ever said that”, you plead. 

“Never!” he cries. “I’m going to remind you how cheesy you can be for the rest of your life!”

You end up having to kiss him to shut him up. 

In his second year, Sakusa Kiyoomi joins his team. Tooru finally meets someone who meets his impossibly high standards to fill Iwaizumi’s place as his ace. 

He’s literally bouncing on balls of his feet when he comes home after the first practice. 

“He’s so prickly and unfriendly but his receiving his top notch, and his game sense is fantastic, and best of all the spin he gives to each spike makes me drool - especially when I see the look on the other side’s faces when they try receiving his ball for the first time - ha ha! ”, he talks at you at breakneck speed as you both prepare dinner, side by side at the cramped kitchen counter. 

“Mmhm”, you reply, head thinking of the multiple lectures you attended today, the homework and readings you must do tonight to stay abreast. 

“-it’s his wrists, they’re so flexible it nearly made me puke when I first saw him stretch them”, he continues for the rest of the night, heedless of your wavering attention. 

You meet Sakusa at one of the few team parties you actually attend. You nearly stumble over him when you try to hide in your usual corner with a plate of food in your hand, watching as Tooru flutters around like the social butterfly he is. His nose and mouth are hidden behind a face mask, but even you can tell he’s uncomfortable to be around so many people, so you tug at his jacket sleeve gently to lead him away from the crowd to a seat at the top of the stairs. 

You don’t expect him to speak much to you, if at all, but to your surprise, he initiates the conversation. 

“He doesn’t take good care of himself”, Sakusa mutters. You nearly miss his words over the pulsing beat of the music. 

“Who doesn’t?” you ask - though you already know who he’s referring to. 

“It’s unhealthy, the way you push yourself”, you tell Tooru, hands on hips, standing at the door to Aoba Johsai’s sports hall. You hardly intrude here onto Tooru’s sacred space, choosing instead to stay in the library to study until he’s done with practice and you can both walk home together. But practice has long ended, and your patience has run short - not to mention Iwaizumi popped his head into the library to shoot you a worried expression, dark eyebrows pinched into a pained frown. 

You are aware of Tooru’s predilection for working himself to the bone. Or to the shredded remnants of the tendon of his knee, to be more accurate. So you tap your feet, looking pointedly at said injury. 

“I’m fine”, he tries to dismiss you without even looking your way. 

You refuse to let him. 

“You’re not fine”, you tell him coolly, taking another step towards the inner sanctum, the volleyball courts. White lines, painted into brown wood. A single ball, six per side, each jostling for their pride and god.   

“Tooru -” 

“I need to practice so I can win”, he snarls, handsome face mangled by an angry scowl. “Don’t be like one of those whiny girlfriends, you know I can’t stand that.” 

You are not so easily hurt by the barbs in his words. “You can’t win if you’re injured”, you attempt to appeal to his reason. “You know and I know and your coach knows that that knee of yours is going to cause you problems if you don’t rest it properly. So you better listen to me, because so help me - I can tell you that you’re not going to be able to come for practice if you keep pushing yourself tonight”. 

His anger simmers into a sulk. “You’re not a doctor”, he replies, a petulant whine at the tail end of his words. 

“Not yet”, you respond, and at that, he laughs, surprised that your arrogance matches his own. 

Your attention snaps back to the present when Sakusa calls your name. “Sorry”, you breathe. “Couldn’t quite hear you - who were you referring to again?”  

“Oikawa”, Sakusa says, confirming your suspicions. “Practises even though I know his knee hurts sometimes”. 

You thank him for telling you before carefully diverting the conversation to something a little more innocuous, buying yourself time to turn this new information over in your mind. 

You hear him hiss as you open the front door- “Iwa-chan, don’t be stupid, I can’t tell her yet!” 

It’s not an uncommon sight to come home at night to find Tooru cradling his phone to his ear whilst juggling a book in his other hand. It is the only time slot that he and Iwaizumi have to catch up. 

Still, it is uncommon for him to bolt into the toilet the minute he catches sight of you. 

“Is everything alright?” you ask him over dinner. 

“Peachy”, he replies between spoonfuls of rice. “Never been better”. 

He promptly changes the topic after that. 

“Not staying home for dinner?” you ask, arms wrapped around yourself as he lets the chilly air into your apartment, sitting by the open door lacing his training shoes up. 

“Wanna work in some more practice tonight”, he murmurs, gaze still locked on his shoes. “Serves and all that. Don’t wait for me, yeah?” 

“Right. Just...promise me you’ll take care of yourself, Tooru”, you answer, unable to keep the disappointment from leaking into your voice. 

He stands up, turns to face you with a cheery smile. “Of course I will. Anyway, don’t pout, princess”, he sing songs gaily. “We’ll spend some time together after the season is over, I promise.”

“Alright”, you say, unconvinced, reluctantly tipping your chin up to let him kiss your cheek goodbye. 

“Tooru?” 

You feel the mattress dip. “Go back to sleep, princess”, he whispers, pulling the sheets back up to your chin. 

“Where are you going?” You mumble, squinting your eyes at the clock by the side of the bed. “It’s four in the morning. The earliest you wake up for practice is five.”

“I just wanted to practice my serves a little more.” You hear him rustle in the bathroom. Sakusa’s words echo in your ears, and you sit up, bleary eyed. 

“Tooru?” 

“Mm?”

“Are you taking care of your knee? And getting enough sleep?”

He stiffens. “Of course”, he replies with the tight, plastic smile he only ever gives you when he’s trying to lie. “Why’re you asking me this? Who put ideas in your pretty little head?”

For the first time in your relationship with Tooru, you take care not to accidentally tread on the faultlines of his heart.

“I worry about you”, you say, gripping your sheets as he frowns. “I don’t think you’re sleeping enough - judging from the bags under your eyes, and you shouldn’t be over practising because your knee could very act up - “

“Look - I don’t have time to deal with this” he interjects with a snap. “Just leave me alone and go back to sleep.” 

“I’m only saying this because I love you, Tooru.” You automatically tack on - “More than life itself.” 

He pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing out a sigh. “I love you too ok? Stop worrying your pretty head about my health and my knee - we agreed you only get to nag me when you’re a full fledged doctor, remember?”, he adds, with a cheeky smile that does not reach his hooded eyes. 

You let him walk out of the house without another word, cotton sheets crumpling in your clenched fists. 

You don’t get to talk about it that night because he chatters at you about Sakusa’s tantrum during practice because someone hid his towel, and you can barely get a word in before he slips off to shower and sleep. 

He starts to disappear for days at a time, even after the season ends with him not only taking home his second trophy at Nationals, but crowned the best setter in the collegiate volleyball league. 

He tells you that there are overnight practice matches and camps. That he’s staying over at his teammates’ flats. You believe him at first. There is, after all, no reason for him to lie. 

Still, it is a little funny he refuses to allow you to do his laundry from those trips. You brush away your friends’ concerns that he’s cheating on you -  Tooru wouldn’t do that, you assure them with a wide smile that hurts your cheeks. 

Tooru would never lie to you. 

Then you bump into Sakusa Kiyoomi on campus when Tooru is away again. 

It’s night time. Shadows bleed into concrete roads. You’re on your way back home from hiding up in the library all day, reluctant to return to a home without Tooru when you bump into the reticent spiker. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be away at practice camp?” you ask innocently, worried that an injury might keep him from playing, though from a quick scan he seems to be fine. 

“Practice camp?” He echoes blankly, his face an open book of confusion. 

“Tooru mentioned that he’d be away from some practice camp for a few days...” 

Your words trail off. Your heart flutters, refuses to accept the truth staring you in the face. 

Sakusa frowns. His answer is brutal, direct. “There’s no training camp - hasn’t been in a while”. 

“Oh”, you murmur. 

Realization needles its way into the space beside your beating heart, drills its way into the marrows of your bones. 

“Are you ok?” You faintly hear Sakusa say. It’s your turn to lie. 

Tooru comes home the next day, a quarter past two. You’re sitting on the threadbare couch cross legged, a textbook balanced on your lap. 

“Where have you been?” 

“Practice camp. Didn’t I tell you that?” 

You scoff. The page held between your fingers starts to crumple. Your composure frays. 

“Really?” Your voice starts to veer into hysterics, straight across the highway into your emotional stratosphere. “Sakusa Kiyoomi told me that there’s no such practice camp, Oikawa. How about you try again with the truth this time.”

He reels back. You can see him trying to formulate yet another lie. 

“Princess”, he begins pleadingly, but your temper runs hot and you short circuit at the sound of your nickname from his lips.  

You stalk towards him, grabbing the bag in his hand. Like a woman possessed, you wrench the zip open, holding the bag open above your head, emptying its contents out. Dirty clothes, a deflated volleyball, toiletries spill onto the floor. You comb through each and every item in search of a telltale sign - a lipstick mark, a woman’s floral scent, something, anything for you to confirm his infidelity. 

What you find, however, is not what you expect. 

A red jersey, lying limp in your hands. A contrast to the university’s colours of navy and white.  

You flip it around. 

The words EJP Raijin are emblazoned across the jersey in stark white. 

You look up at him. He stares back. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?’ 

He has the decency to look away. 

“Tooru”, you repeat, voice trembling. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” 

“I was afraid of what it meant. For us”, he answers, dropping to his knees in front of you. “You know I’ve always wanted to go pro - and when the Div 1 teams started holding try-outs, I had to go. I tried out for them all except the Adlers, and EJP decided to give me a shot, which was like a dream come true… But I didn’t know if you would be happy if I did take it up.”

“Take what up?” you echo. Your mind is not keeping up with this turn of events. 

“Move to Hiroshima to join the team.” He answers warily, ready to flee at the first sign of danger. “You know I’d have to, right?” 

You look at him with fresh eyes, this boy you profess to love more than life itself. Wings spread from his shoulder blades, moulded by madness and greed from fire and wax. The reflection of the sun gleams in his eyes. He has left you permanently for the skies. 

“What about me?” Your breath stuck in your throat even as you refuse to relinquish the last hold you have on him.  

“If you love me”, he begins, reaching out to cup your cheeks and it’s your turn to reel back because you know he’s about to throw back your own words in your face. 

If you love me more than life itself - won’t you do this for me?  

But you are no longer eighteen. You are twenty one, on the cusp of adulthood. You know a little more about life than you did at eighteen.  

You know that your life is here - in Tokyo, among dusty books and lectures and tutorials on anatomy and diseases and germs, and you cannot upend your life and uproot yourself to Hiroshima just to follow someone else’s dreams. You love Tooru, but you do not share his dreams of glory and gold medals, of fleeting victory, of Olympian greatness. 

“I can’t”, you say, with a firmness that surprises even yourself. 

Again, he does not meet your eyes. 

“Then what shall we do?” He asks, lips pressed into a straight line. 

For a brief and terrible moment, you are tempted to throw your dignity to the wind, to fall on your knees and ask him to stay in Tokyo with you. But you can no longer turn a blind eye to what’s been staring you in the face for the entire length of your relationship, so you bite the insides of your cheek and grit your teeth. 

“We will do what we must”, you tell him, your head held high. 

You do not know what hurts more. The lack of pause in his acceptance to your suggestion that you break up, or the painfully obvious relief in his eyes. 

He goes to sleep in your shared bed, oblivious to your pain. You do not join him, choosing instead to spend hours seeking privacy in your toilet, knees aching from the cold floor. 

You are clinical, even in your anguish.  

Wring the liquid grief from your lungs, lay it on the floor to dry. Filter the water from your windpipe, the salt from your eyes. Your organs are scattered on the floor, battered, broken, torn. Save for your heart - you will need to retrieve it, whatever’s left of it at least. You last recall seeing it beneath Tooru’s feet, dashed to pieces as he spreads his wings and takes flight. 

You will put yourself back together with steady hands tomorrow, fill the cavity in your chest with the remnants of your organs, secure them in place with stitches and staples. Given time, you think your prognosis is good. 

You are young. You will heal. 

But now, you are allowed an hour or two to grieve at the very least. To mourn the loss of a relationship you still hold dear, a relationship that you only realise has an expiry date in the short span of a night. 

You are a fool for not realising it sooner. 

Perhaps he cares for you, but you must now confront the fact that you’ve been wilfully blind to. He could never give you his heart when he’s already given his heart up to someone else - to volleyball, a far more demanding mistress. 

You cannot compete with her. You should not have tried. 

Tooru files the paperwork to drop out of university. You find another flat, this time for one. 

In the weeks before he leaves, you watch him flit about the flat, buzzing with excitement like an overgrown child. His wings nearly suffocate you with its ever increasing breadth and length, but you do not begrudge his happiness. You still love him desperately. You still want what’s best for him.  

You write him meal plans, scribble reminders on the proper care for his knee. You help him label his boxes, arrange for them to be sent to Hiroshima via post. You do not tell him how tempted you are to slip yourself whole into one of them. But you start to build a cage for the remnants of your heart, turning a deaf ear even as it pounds against the bars of your ribs. 

The time finally comes for him to get on a train bound for Hiroshima. The time finally comes for you to leave the flat. 

“Princess”, he says softly, catching your elbow as you stand on the threshold, pulling you flush against his broad chest. You do not trust yourself to speak as he gently tilts your face up to his.

“Thank you”, he breathes against your lips. There is a lingering taste of regret in his kiss.

“For what?” you manage to ask. 

 His eyes pool with affection, swirl with sadness. 

“For everything.” He takes your hands in his, presses a final kiss to your forehead. Your traitorous heart screeches at you to beg him to say. You smother it beneath reinforced walls of steel and bone. 

Icarus, Icarus. This is goodbye. 

You make him leave before you, watching as he turns his back on you. Then you steal a minute to potter through each room in the little flat that was your home. The bedroom, barely large enough for two. The bathroom, with a propensity for leaking, the shower where Tooru insists on serenading the neighbours, much to their discontent. The kitchen, full of memories of shared dinners, and quiet conversations. 

You bid farewell to two full years of happiness, press your forehead against the front door to whisper goodbye to your home. 

The lock clicks. You close the door. 

[jungshookz]

kiss me at midnight; myg

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; ceo!y/n x secretary!yoongiverse!! sfw!! fluff!! the title says it all!! this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for!! 

➺ wordcount; 8.1k

➺ summary; y/n finally musters up enough courage to tell yoongi about her i-know-i’m-your-boss-but-i-have-non-boss-feelings-for-you feelings. 

➺ what to expect; “careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.”

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“let’s see… the decorators are coming at 2, the caterers are coming at 6:30, the DJ is coming at 7…” yoongi reads out loud as he goes down his checklist, “the bartender sent over the special drinks menu which i emailed to you this morning, and- ah, right, the caterers mentioned that they were able to switch the mini hot dogs to sliders instead-”

“oh, that’s great! mini hot dogs just don’t carry the same level of class as teeny little hamburgers…” you narrow your eyes slightly as you clasp your hands in front of your face, tapping your fingers against each other, “what about the chocolate lava cakes?”

“mhm, don’t worry, those are on the menu as well, as per your request,” yoongi pauses, “ah- the people bringing the photo-booths are coming to set them up at 5 - we’ve already cleared out the space for them, so that should be good to go… also, are we putting a limit on photos?”

“a limit?”

“yes, a limit,” yoongi looks up at you and shrugs, “there’s only so much film and it wouldn’t be fair for one person to take ten photos and for another person to not have any at all.”

you immediately scoff before dismissing yoongi with a flick of your wrist, “silly yoongi, you can’t put a limit on fun. just tell them we’re willing to pay for extra film and for one of their workers to hang out at the party and wait until the booths need refilling.”

“there.. is no limit… on fun…” yoongi mutters to himself as he continues to scribble notes down in his notebook, “and… that’s it!” he clicks his pen before tucking it back into his shirt pocket, “pretty much everything has been taken care of. if all goes well, this’ll be a fantastic new year’s eve party.”

“yay!” you throw your hands up into the air before leaning back against your chair with a giggle, “this is so exciting. i love throwing parties!”

“and i love planning parties...” yoongi hums absentmindedly, looking back down at his list, “so i guess we make a pretty good team...”

“teamwork makes the dream work, right?”

“mm.” 

a couple seconds of silence ticks by as you scour through your brain for a new topic of discussion

you could... talk about the weather? 

or maybe ask him what he did over the weekend?

ask him about what he did on christmas day?? 

“so…” you clear your throat, smoothing your skirt down before folding your arms on your desk and leaning forward slightly, “you bringin’ any... hot dates to the party tonight?” 

wow

that was... not an ideal topic of discussion 

also, way to sound like a creep! 

“me?” yoongi glances up at you and tilts his head slightly, “well, i’ll be with you.” he pauses, dark brows knitting together, “did you… want me to bring a date?” he shifts in his seat, “i’m sure i can arrange for someone to accompany me if that’s what you want.”

“no!” your eyes widen and you shake your head quickly, “i mean- no, i was just- you know, i just- usually you have a plus-one that you bring to parties and, like, i’m sure that you probably had other new year’s plans that didn’t involve being at the party your boss is throwing- i’m just saying that perhaps, if you were planning on actually bringing someone, i just wouldn’t want to be a cock-block-” 

you’re cut off (thankfully) when yoongi’s phone suddenly starts to buzz on your desk

he extends his arm and catches it right as it’s about to fall off (which, admittedly, shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but yoongi could be sitting there doing nothing and you’d still find it attractive) 

he holds a finger up pardon himself and you nod before leaning back a little

“hello? …oh, perfect. yes, i can come and pick them up now…” yoongi trails off, sandwiching his phone in between his ear and his shoulder before pushing his sleeve up a little to check the time on his watch, “i can be there in… roughly half an hour? yes. alright. perfect. see you soon.”

he hangs up with a beep before looking back over at you, “sorry about that! your dress and heels are ready for pick-up. what were you saying before my phone went off?”

“hm?” you clear your throat, “oh! uh… nothing. i was just- you know, small talk. but you can go now if you want to- i mean, obviously you need to go and pick up my outfit for tonight so i’ll just let you go-”

“alright, perfect-” yoongi nods and gets up from his seat, “i shouldn’t take too long but if anything comes up, just call me-” 

“yep! you got it, homie-” you shoot finger guns at yoongi before quickly forcing your arms down and shoving both your hands in between your knees so that they won’t do anything like that again 

your face flushes bright red as soon as the door shuts behind yoongi and a quiet groan slips past your lips before you smack your forehead down on your desk 

jesus

that... was rough, to say the least! 

sure, you fumble over your words whenever you talk to yoongi on a regular basis, but it’s never usually this bad... 

what’s gotten into you today?!

maybe it’s just the pre-party jitters! 

“get it together, y/l/n.” you mutter to yourself, patting your cheeks lightly before pulling your laptop towards you and opening it up 

if there’s anyone who can get you get your shit together, it’s hoseok

Y/N Y/L/N (10:12AM): help me

you perk up when hoseok responds almost immediately, your laptop letting out a little ping! from his message

you have half a mind to scold him for not doing work and being on the company’s messaging system but you dO need to talk to him right now so 

Jung Hoseok (10:12AM): What did you do this time

Y/N Y/L/N (10:12AM): nothing!! idk what’s wrong with my mouth today i’ve never called anyone homie in my entire life 

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): ?

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): you had to be here to understand :-//

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): Okay well

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): I don’t know what I’m supposed to say now

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): can you just come to my office because it’s too much to type out

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): and bring me an iced coffee from the vending machine while you’re at it because yoongi left to pick my dress up

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): Let me get this straight

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): You want me to stop working and you want me to go to your office so we can gossip about Yoongi

Y/N Y/L/N (10:14AM): gossip sounds bad

Y/N Y/L/N (10:14AM): ‘discuss’ sounds more professional

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): …

Jung Hoseok (10:15AM): See you in ten minutes lmao

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“you asked him if he was planning on bringing a date to the party?!” hoseok laughs, leaning back against the chair before folding his arms over his chest and shaking his head, “wow. what, are you going to help him plan his wedding too?”

“don’t say that!” you groan, rubbing your fingers against your temples in tight circles, “i was just trying to start a conversation… i don’t know...”

“start a conversation? about what? about encouraging yoongi to be with someone who isn’t you?” 

“keep up the attitude and i’ll reduce your lunch break from one hour and fifteen minutes to one hour and fourteen minutes.” you raise a brow in warning, hoseok gawking before wagging a finger at you 

“i’ll report you to HR for abuse of power!” he jokes, his smile faltering when he notices that you still have that mopey, kicked-in-the-gut look on your face, “okay, think about it this way: this party couldn’t have come at a better time, you know? because now you know exactly what you have to do!” 

“huh? oh, right.” you nod slowly, “yeah, of course i know what i have to do at tonight’s party.” you snort, pulling away from your desk and sitting up straight, “but... you know, just to make sure that you know what it is that i have to do, would you mind telling me what exactly we’re saying i have to do?”

“y/n. come on.” hoseok presses his lips together before leaning forward, “what do people usually do at new year’s eve parties?” he asks gently, in that infuriatingly condescending tone that people usually use when they’re talking to children

“people share their new year’s resolutions with each other?” you hum, thinking back to the new year’s eve party you were at last year where you ended up talking to a very friendly bartender about all the plans you had in mind for the new year 

hm

you can’t help but wonder how he’s doing 

“well, yeah, but not quite what i had in mind-” hoseok shakes his head, “what else do they do?”

“they... sing karaoke really loudly?” you frown before letting out a gasp, “oh no! i didn’t think of that! do you think it’s too late to rent a karaoke machi-”   

“wow, i really have to spoon-feed this to you-” hoseok slaps his hands against his thighs before letting out a huff, “a new year’s kiss, y/n. does that ring any bells?”

“oh, right! i forgot about that part,” you chuckle lightly, tilting your head back against the top of your chair to look up at the ceiling, “but what does that have to do with-” you pause, head snapping back down to look at hoseok with wide eyes, “oh, you’re saying that i should- with yoongi- hoseok, i can barely look at yoongi for five seconds without breaking eye contact-” 

“why not?! its new years! you have to have someone to smooch when it’s midnight. even i have someone to kiss!”

“wait, who are you kiss-” 

“and you know what the best part is?” hoseok grins, “you have an excuse to get super drunk tonight! and a drunk y/n is a slightly more confident y/n-”

“oh, i can’t- i can’t ask him, no.” you chuckle nervously, your hands suddenly feeling a little clammy at the thought of asking yoongi to kiss you, “because then he’s going to feel like he has to kiss me because i’m his boss, and the next thing you know, i’m being called up to HR-” 

“you’re overthinking this again, y/n,” hoseok sighs, “don’t forget the fact that i caught him checking you out at the halloween party. you have to admit that he’s slightly interested in you.”

“that’s different!” you argue, your brows furrowing, “i was dressed as a sexy friggin’ bunny, for god’s sake!”

“and tonight, you’ll be dressed as a sexy friggin’ boss! the only difference is that you won’t have a little cotton tail and two bunny ears-”

“i don’t know…”

hoseok rolls his eyes at your doubt and resists the urge to get up and slap you across the face to get you to come to your senses

you can’t expect anything to happen between you and yoongi if you’re not willing to do something about it in the first place

he can’t even list out how many times you guys have had similar conversations that always end in you chickening out and changing your mind

you were supposed to make a move at the halloween party but you ended up bailing on the plan at the last minute and hoseok had to listen to half an hour of you whining about it over the phone 

he adores you but sometimes he just wants to grab you and yell at you for being such a wimp when it comes to yoongi 

“okay, you know what? forget yoongi. i’ll be your new year’s kiss!” hoseok teases, leaning forward before wiggling his eyebrows enticingly, “maybe if people see me canoodling with the boss i’ll finally get the street cred i deserve-”

“you know, i don’t know if i’ve reached that level of desperation quite yet-”

“i’m a great kisser, so it’s your loss...” hoseok kisses his teeth, raising his hands in defense, “anyways, just try not to overthink it. take a deep breath, relax, and hopefully you won’t point any more lame finger guns at yoo-”

“-ooou’re fired!” you stand up and slam your fist down on the desk the moment yoongi steps into the room, hoseok jolting at the sudden announcement, “you are fired, my good sir! you heard me loud and clear!” 

yoongi’s eyes widen slightly and he presses his lips together before stepping aside and lowering his head  

“what the hell are yo-” hoseok glances over his shoulder and it dawns over him when he spots yoongi standing by the door, “oh! oh. uh, okay. yes... i am... devastated...” he clears his throat as he rises from the chair slowly, “please... give me a second chance? i... won’t do it again?” 

you blink, pulling down your blazer slightly before giving him a curt nod

“...okay, but this is your last chance. next time, you’re really fired.” you clear your throat, sitting back down before gesturing towards the door, “you may leave now, mr. jung.” 

yoongi nods in acknowledgement when hoseok walks past him and he waits a couple of seconds before speaking up 

“sorry. i didn’t realize you were busy because the door wasn’t closed all the way.” he smiles sheepishly, raising the garment bag in his hand, “i just wanted to put your dress in the closet for you.” 

“yes! go ahead.” you smile, gesturing towards the closet before sitting back down in your chair 

“by the way, i passed by that breakfast place on the way to the laundromat-” yoongi pauses, glancing over at you on his way to the closet, “you know, the place that makes those BLT bagels you like so much?” 

“ooh, with the spicy mayo and the avocado?”

“mhm-” yoongi smiles, shutting the closet door gently and turning to face you, “they do chocolate chip waffles now and i thought maybe that’d be something you’d be interested in for future breakfasts.” 

“oh, no way!” your eyes widen in excitement, “i’m very interested in chocolate chip waffles for future breakfasts!”

“that’s what i thought.” he chuckles, making his way back towards the doors, “anyway- i’ll be out there if you need me, boss.” 

“mhm!” 

you immediately get up from your chair as soon as yoongi leaves the room 

you told yourself that you were going to wait until tonight but you’ve been thinking about your dress all week and you wanna see it now!! 

“dress, dress, dress-” you murmur to yourself like a maniac, your heels clicking against the floor as you jog over to the closet 

you push down a squeal of excitement after unzipping the garment bag and getting a good look at your outfit for tonight

you spent hours searching for the perfect dress and it was totally worth it now that you’re looking at it  

it’s a navy blue midi-length dress that sort of cinches in at the waist but the skirt itself is relaxed so you don’t need to worry about your legs being constricted 

there’s also a high slit in the skirt which is exciting (you had to shave your legs yesterday which wasn’t as exciting) 

and it’s a long sleeve dress but the sleeves and sheer and billowy but cap around your wrists 

it’s classy but also a little sexy but not like your halloween playboy costume level of sexy

you’re still not sure what possessed you to dress up as a playboy bunny but even you have to admit that that little black dress looked great on you 

you zip the bag back up before pushing it aside to sneak a peek at the suit that yoongi will be wearing to the party 

he asked if he could keep his suit in your closet and obviously you said yes because it’s yoongi 

your eyes light up when you notice something peculiar about his outfit 

it’s navy blue as well!! 

the corners of your mouth lift in a wide grin, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of you and yoongi (unintentionally, but still) wearing matching colours tonight 

heh 

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“c’mon, stupid thing...” yoongi frowns to himself as he struggles to tie his tie

he’s been at it for the last ten minutes and it seems like his gummy worm fingers aren’t going to be useful anytime soon 

and it probably doesn’t help that he’s using his phone camera as a mirror instead of going to the bathroom to use the actual mirror

he doesn’t know if it showed this morning but he’s been a nervous wreck all day! 

he practically zipped out of your office as soon as he had the chance to and he just hopes that you’re not suspecting anything 

it’s just that as each day goes by, he gets more and more conflicted over what to do about his feelings for you 

this wasn’t supposed to happen!

when he first realized that you liked him, he was flattered and admittedly it was a nice stroke to his ego knowing that his boss was interested in him, but he didn’t know it’d turn into this 

he didn’t know he’d end up liking you back 

this is a disaster! 

he’s not supposed to like you back!

he already tried forcing himself to stop liking you but if anything it’s made things worse

he thought your schoolgirl crush was sweet at first and then one day he found your poor excuse of asking him to stay after hours to help you re-organize your pens was cute and ever since then it’s gone downhill 

like the other day when he was eating lunch with you - you took the paper sleeve that holds the chopsticks and you folded it into a makeshift chopstick rest and gave it to him to use and,,. he’d have to be crazy to not find that wildly endearing

yoongi lets out a huff and leans back against his chair as he looks at himself on his phone screen 

“good going, moron.” he grumbles to himself before lifting his hand and flipping himself off, “you and your feelings.”

of course, it’s not technically a... bad thing that he likes you back, right? 

...but what’s everyone going to think?

he knows that he’s on the list of people getting the christmas bonus (because he helped you type it out) but what if people think he just slept his way to the money?? 

oh, god

that’s not who he is!

this is too much to think about right now 

he just had this suit pressed and he’s not about to ruin it by nervously sweating in it 

he’s just going to enjoy this party with you and then deal with his feelings later!  

future yoongi can handle it

present yoongi is just going to enjoy the ride B-) 

“whatcha up to?” 

“-!” yoongi jumps and scrambles up from his seat when he hears your voice all of a sudden, “y/n! sorry, i didn’t hear you come out of... your... office...” he trails off, voice softening slightly as he takes in how beautiful you look in your dress 

obviously he already knew what you were going to wear because he was the one who picked up your outfit from the dry cleaner’s but... it’s a different experience actually seeing you in it 

beautiful 

there’s really no other way to describe it

you look... beautiful. 

“i don’t know why on earth you’re wearing a tie to a party.” you snort, eyes flicking down to the tie hanging loosely around his neck, “this isn’t a business meeting, yoongi.” (you decided it’d be best to take hoseok’s advice. no overthinking - just relaxing! and it seems to be going well...) 

“oh.” yoongi snaps himself out of his daze before shaking his head, “i… i don’t know why, either. i guess i’m just used to wearing a tie.”

“well, i say ditch it - you know, let loose a little! it’s new year’s eve, after all.” 

before yoongi even knows it, you’re stepping towards him and sliding the tie from his neck in one swift movement before tossing it onto his desk

ᵒ ᵍᵒᵈ

you even smell pretty 

he freezes when you reach up to undo a couple of buttons on his shirt, his hands gripping the edge of his desk so tightly that his knuckles are stark white 

“there we go!” you smile, fixing yoongi’s collar before nodding to yourself, “much better. also, do you think you can help me with my heels? i put them on already but the little buckles are flimsy and i can’t do them because of my nails.” you raise both your hands before wiggling your fingers 

“mhm, of course.” yoongi steps aside and gestures towards his chair, “take a seat and i’ll take care of them for you.”

yoongi’s chair squeaks slightly as you sit down on it and you make a mental note to get him a new one 

...maybe you should get everyone in the office new chairs to make your crush on yoongi less obvious

hm

lots to think about

“so, do you think anyone’s going to have fun tonight?” you ask quietly, leaning back against the chair, “i’m nervous.” 

“i’m sure everyone’s going to have fun, y/n,” yoongi lowers himself onto the ground so that he’s down on one knee before raising your leg so that your foot is pressed against his chest, “they get free food, free alcohol, and there are fun 2021 party hats and stupid 2021 glasses to match. what’s not to love?”

“me. i’m the part they don’t love.” you snort, propping your elbow up on yoongi’s desk before leaning against your fist, “i’m gonna take one step onto the rooftop and immediately ruin the party somehow. i bet the dj will stop playing music and his records will make that awkward scratchy sound.”

“don’t be so harsh on yourself…” yoongi scolds, tucking the thin strap into the buckle and giving it a little tug to make sure it’s nice and secure before lowering your foot gently, “besides, if anyone looks at you weirdly, i can just call security and have them escorted out of the party.” he tuts, smiling up at you as he lifts your other foot 

“ooh. careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.” you joke, pushing the ball of your foot gently against yoongi’s chest teasingly

“oh, yeah? i wouldn’t be opposed to that, boss…” the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a side smirk as he slips the other strap into place, “alright, there we go! heels are nice and secure.”

he gets up from the ground, dusting his knee off before extending his hand to help you get up from his chair, “ready?” 

“as ready as i’ll ever be...” you reach for his hand only to pause, your nose scrunching slightly as you pull away, “i don’t know. let’s think this through. do we have to go to the party?”

“well, you are the host.” yoongi points out, “and i planned the whole thing! do you know how hard it was to arrange for a karaoke machine on new year’s eve?” he frowns playfully, “you can’t bail on me like this.” 

“i guess...” 

“listen- whenever you want to leave, just let me know and i’ll grab the entire plate of sliders, a crisp bottle of champagne, and then we’ll head back down here to eat, drink, and watch the fireworks from your office window.” yoongi tilts his head, his hand still out for you to take, “deal?” 

“...throw in the chocolate lava cakes as well and we have a deal.” 

                                   »»————-　♡　————-««

“wow! you really outdid yourself, yoongi.” you nod in approval as you look around, “look at this place!” 

you never even knew the rooftop had the ability to look like some trendy upscale bar that sells cocktails for $30 each 

“hey, if this secretary thing doesn’t work out, maybe i could become a party planner.” yoongi jokes, lifting his glass up with a smile

“you know, i really think you could.” you clink your glass against his before taking a sip of the bubbly champagne, “by the way, you don’t have to hang out with me all night. you’re allowed to go and mingle with your coworkers.” 

“i know.” yoongi hums before his nose scrunches slightly, “but every time i talk to them, they’re always gossiping about something and i think gossiping is unproductive.” 

“wha-” you gawk, your lashes fluttering, “you’re telling me that you’ve had access to juicy office gossip this whole time and not once have i ever heard any of it??”

“i mean...” 

“you have to tell me something. i’ll take anything!” 

you grin excitedly when yoongi gestures for you to come in closer 

“jungkook and tzuyu had sex on the photocopier by the supplies room.” he blurts out quickly, clearing his throat before taking a sip of his own champagne, “but you didn’t hear it from me!”

“they- what?!” you gasp in shock, jaw practically dropping to the floor, “they did?? during work??”

“no, it was after work!” yoongi shakes his head, “i think you had a meeting across town that night which is why we weren’t here... otherwise we... probably would’ve heard it but- it’s on the CCTV security cameras and everything. of course, since the photocopier is kind of out of frame, you can only see their lower halves-”

“well, then how do you know it was jungkook and tzuyu??” 

“their shoes! and jungkook’s socks. he’s the only one who wears bright purple rubber-duckie socks to work.” 

the two of you turn to look at jungkook across the rooftop and you blink before looking back over at yoongi with a pout 

“that’s my favourite photocopier.” you mutter, “i hope they didn’t get any... fluids inside of it-”

“gross! why would it be inside of the machine?!”

“i don’t know! people go crazy during sex sometimes!” you raise your hands in defense before clearing your throat quietly, “okay, but seriously, i feel like having vigorous sex on a piece of office equipment is definitely violating something so i might have to bring them in for a little chat-”

“ooh, can i be there when you scold them?” 

“absolutely-”  

“miss y/n?” you jump in surprise when someone taps your shoulder gently from behind

you glance over your shoulder to see joy before smiling politely, turning around fully to face her, “joy! what’s up?”

“i’d like to talk to you about something, if that’s alright - do you have a moment?” 

“oh! um, of course-” you pause, turning to hand yoongi your glass, “let’s head over there for some privacy. what’s on your mind?” 

“it’s just... you know, regarding past comments i may or may not have made about you-” she chuckles uneasily, “seeing as you still have to figure out who’s getting christmas bonuses this year, i thought that-” 

yoongi bites back a grin when you turn back to look at him with pleading eyes and he shrugs helplessly before raising his own glass at you and downing the rest of the champagne 

                                  »»————-　♡　————-««

yoongi’s never been a huge fan of parties mainly because he’d much rather enjoy a bottle of champagne and full-sized burgers in the comfort of his own home 

he really only started going to parties once you became CEO of the company and he wasn’t left with a choice because he was worried that you’d fire him if he didn’t attend any of these festive celebrations 

he likes to think that you’ve opened him up to new experiences, helping him become a better human being overall 

:-) 

“hey!” yoongi chokes on his tiny burger patty when someone gives his back a hearty slap, “i’ve been looking for you everywhere! i have a bone to pick with you, min yoongi.”

yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion when it’s hoseok that plops down on the bar stool next to him 

“what-” yoongi swallows his bite before giving his chest a couple of pats to help get the masticated chunks of meat down smoother, “what did i do??” 

hoseok opens his mouth to say something before pausing, eyes flickering to the side as he reconsiders what he’s about to say 

he’s a little tipsy thanks to the open bar so he didn’t really think this decision through but he’s here now so it’s a little late to back out 

you explicitly asked him not to meddle but he feels like if he doesn’t do anything, then you’ll never do anything and you’ll just go to the grave keeping your feelings for yoongi a secret 

does this count as meddling? 

he just has to find a way to steer the conversation towards the topic of you and yoongi and romance 

this might be meddling, now that he’s thinking about it

...

it’s fine! 

he’ll do it in such a subtle way that yoongi won’t even notice! 

“it’s not something that you’ve done. it’s something that you haven’t done.” hoseok clears his throat, narrowing his eyes at yoongi suspiciously, “do you like y/n? because she likes you.”

(not very subtle, but hoseok never likes to beat around the bush.) 

“woah-” yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise and he lets out a nervous chuckle before looking around, “ha, i- um- where did you get that idea from?” 

“you didn’t deny it.” hoseok grins in success, “so you do?” 

“i...” yoongi pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek before he lets out a huff and his shoulders droop in defeat, “yeah. yeah, i do. ...but what does that have to do with you?” 

“oh, it has everything to do with me!” hoseok chirps, clapping his hands together excitedly, “i’m here to give you advice!” 

“yeah, okay,” yoongi immediately scoffs and rolls his eyes as he turns back to pick up his drink, “no offense, but i don’t think i should be getting advice from the guy who was almost fired today-”

“oh, please, i wasn’t getting fired when you walked in.” hoseok raises a brow, “we were talking about you before you barged in so y/n obviously panicked and changed the subject to make it look like she wasn’t going all goo-goo-ga-ga over you-” 

“what? you were- y/n was talking about me?” yoongi perks up, his interest in the conversation suddenly reigniting, “really?” 

“she’s always talking about you,” hoseok points out, “don’t get me wrong - i love going to her office to talk about you instead of doing my work, but it’s exhausting! which is part of the reason as to why i’m willing to give you advice to get this show on the road.” 

“i don’t need advice, though.” 

“of course you need advice. if one of you finally made a move, i wouldn’t need to give you advice, but here i am.” hoseok gestures to himself before shrugging, “so... what’s wrong with you?”

yoongi scoffs in offense

that’s a little ruDE

“what’s wrong with me?”

“yeah. why haven’t you made a move yet if you like y/n back?” hoseok emphasizes as a reminder that this crush goes two ways and that yoongi can be blamed for the lack of action just as much as you 

“because... i can’t! it’s not that easy, man.” yoongi shakes his head, “i can’t just ask her out. she’s... like... she’s miss y/n.” 

“yes. and the sky is blue.” hoseok frowns, “i’m sorry, what’s the problem?” 

“she’s the boss!” yoongi snaps, glaring over at hoseok, “she’s our boss!”

“exactly! she’s the boss! if you’re going to date someone in the office, it might as well be the person signing off everyone’s paycheques at the end of each month-” 

“but you can’t- the rules!”

“what rules??”

“there are no rules! that’s why i’m so confused! i’m used to rules! that’s how the world works in my head! what the hell am i supposed to do now? go rogue?! i’ve never gone rogue before!”

“oh, god, who do you think you are? some secret agent? all you’re doing is asking someone out-”

“i can’t date y/n-” 

“give me a legitimate reason as to why you can’t date y/n.”

“i’ll be penalized!” 

“who’s going to penalize you?!”

“the boss of our boss!” 

“please!” hoseok groans loudly, throwing his head back in frustration, “you don’t think he’s goofed around with any of his secretaries?”

“okay, but this isn’t me goofing around with y/n, this is me... being serious with y/n!” yoongi presses his lips together, unsure of what to say next, “yeah. i wanna be serious with y/n.” 

“i promise you that no one cares about relationships as long as work is handed in on time and bags of money are being made.” hoseok hums, gesturing for the bartender to fix up another drink for him 

having this conversation about you with yoongi is just as exhausting as having this conversation about yoongi with you 

...

he doesn’t know if that sentence made any sense but all this alcohol is making the words jumble up together 

“well, okay, but-” yoongi chuckles nervously, turning and setting his glass down on the bar countertop, “then we’d have to make a file with HR declaring the status of our relationship, and then we’d have to talk about whether or not we want to keep things private or let the whole office know- oh, god, and what if it doesn’t work out? what if we break up? it’d be embarrassing after having declared our love for each other in front of everyone! and favouritism! don’t even get me started on favouritism! people are going to bag on y/n if they find out that i’m on the list of people getting a bonus! ...but, in my defense, even if we weren’t together i would probably still be on that list because i’m hardworking-” 

“yoongi-” hoseok interrupts, slapping both his hands down on his shoulders before letting out a sigh, “do you like y/n?” 

“yes.” yoongi answers without missing a beat, “i like y/n. a lot.” 

“okay. then that’s all that matters, right?” 

yoongi opens his mouth to respond but he pauses

huh 

that... is a fair point... 

it shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks about his relationship with you 

what is it about alcohol that makes some people so wise?

“do you know what kind of a person you’d be if you just repressed your feelings and pretended that they didn’t exist at all? a coward, that’s what you’d be. because y/n is a fantastic woman and you need to hurry up and make a damn move before she realises she’s wasting her time on you and moves on to someone else who isn’t afraid to show their true feelings for her.” hoseok shakes his head gently before pulling away from yoongi with a nonchalant shrug and a snort, “but, you know - i’m drunk as hell and i’ve had nothing to eat so all the things coming out of my mouth righ’now could be complete and utter bullshit!” he hiccups, giggling to himself, “who knows!”

“well… what do you suggest i do?”

“what else do you do at a new year’s eve party?” hoseok’s head flops to the side, the over consumption of nothing but champagne suddenly hitting him like a brick wall 

“…share new year’s resolutions?”

“wha- god, you guys are truly the perfect pair- no, dumbass, you kiiissss someone at midnight.” hoseok slurs, “you already know she’s into you. and now i know that you’re into her so she’s definitely not going to oppose giving you a big ol smooch!”

“well, it’s-” yoongi pulls his sleeve up to check his watch, anxiety bubbling in his stomach when he realizes there are exactly twelve minutes to midnight, “oh, god.” 

okay

that’s fine!

it’s fine, he can work with twelve minutes!

all he has to do is 1) find you, 2) start a casual conversation, 3) somehow transition the casual conversation into a not so casual conversation about his feelings for you, 4) transition from the not so casual conversation to asking if you’d like to be his new year’s kiss, 5)- 

“i can’t pull this off in twelve minutes. i don’t know how i’m going to do this!” yoongi swallows thickly, turning to look at hoseok (who’s starting to doze off), “how the hell am i going to do this??” 

hoseok picks himself up off the counter, turning to face yoongi before a wide smile spreads on his face and a little gasp of excitement slips past his lips, “hey! i’ve been looking for you everywhere. i have a bone to pick with you, min yoongi-” 

“okay, buddy-” yoongi quickly reaches out to keep hoseok from toppling over, “you’ve definitely had one too many-” 

                                  »»————-　♡　————-««

ding!

yoongi steps off the elevator with a huff, quickly checking the time on his watch for the millionth time tonight 

he spent two minutes running around the rooftop like a headless chicken in case you were still up there somewhere 

luckily jungkook told him that he saw you leave the rooftop and there’s really only one other place that you’d be 

he makes his way down the hallway towards the double doors of your office, smiling in success when he sees that one of the doors is slightly ajar 

bingo! 

maybe it’s because he’s now confident about his true feelings for you, but he feels like there’s a spring in his step right now! 

(it could also be because of the liquid courage, but that’s neither here nor there.)

he pushes the door open a little to stick his face in, giving himself a mental high five as he sees you leaning against your desk with a flute of champagne in your hand, staring out the window 

“hey!” yoongi clears his throat, knocking on the door gently, “there you are.”

“hm?” you turn to glance over your shoulder, “oh, yoongi! yeah, hey.” 

“i didn’t realize you’d disappeared... i would’ve brought the sliders with me if i knew you were in here.” he jokes, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click, “everything okay?”

“ah, well. maybe next time.” you smile stiffly, turning away from him to look back out, “yeah, everything’s fine. joy practically talked my ear off up there so i just felt like i needed to get away from the party for a little while.” 

“you know, the fireworks are starting soon...” yoongi points out as he makes his way over to you, “you’re probably going to get better pictures of them up there than down here in your office.” 

“yeah, i know… but it’s also going to be very loud up on the rooftop and i’d prefer to start the new year off with working eardrums.” your nose wrinkles as you let out a chuckle, “also, i…”

“what?”

“i… i don’t know, i just don’t really want to start the new year awkwardly standing in the middle while everyone else is getting new year’s kisses.” you reach up to scratch the back of your neck before chuckling awkwardly, “that… makes me sound like a very bitter single person and i swear it wasn’t supposed to come off that way-” 

“no, i totally get it.” yoongi shakes his head as he wipes his hands on the side of his pants, “as a matter of fact, i kind of wanted to talk to you about something-”

“hold on, hold on- before you say anything, i-” you interrupt him, turning to set your glass down, “i, um- i have something that i wanna say to you as well. can i go first?”

“oh! yes, okay….” yoongi cowers down a little, pressing his lips together tightly, “is... everything alright?”

“yeah!” you nod quickly before pausing, “i mean, sort of. kind of. i’m… not sure if it’s going to be a good idea or not, but i just want to let you know that if you… you know, if you feel uncomfortable or something after i tell you this, you’re free to pack up and leave, you know? i mean, i actually already have a letter of recommendation written for you so if you wanna go off and work for someone else, i’ve already put in a lot of good words for you-”

“woah, woah-” yoongi raises his hands before letting out a chuckle, “i- while i definitely appreciate the gesture, you know i’m… not planning on going anywhere, right?”

“yeah, well… things change!” you clear your throat, gaze averting as you reach up to scratch the back of your neck, “things... change. i… don’t mean to sound so elementary school about it, but i…” you trail off, the little voice in the back of your head reminding you that this is your last chance to back out and not tell yoongi about your feelings for him

you’ve chickened out more than a handful of times, so what’s going to different about this time around?

you look up at yoongi and he blinks twice before offering you a soft smile, “you…?”

oh 

how are you supposed to back out when he’s looking at you like that?

and maybe it’s just because he looks particularly handsome tonight in his suit or because you’re all riled up on cocktails, but...

“i like you.” you blurt out, trying your best not to cringe or make any faces, “like… in a… romantic? way?”

yoongi’s eyes widen and the smile fades from his face, though you don’t have much time to process whatever reaction that was before he’s speaking up 

“you like me.” yoongi repeats, swallowing thickly before nodding, “in a romantic way.”

“yeah.” you shrug, “and i have for a while, but i just never said or did anything about it because i thought it was inappropriate - you know, because i’m your boss and around the time i started liking you was when we held that seminar for workplace harassment and i didn’t want to make you feel like i was harassing you or creeping on you or anything - a-anyways, at first i thought i was attracted to you solely because you’re hot in that broody, college skater-boyfriend kind of way and i thought it’d go away on its own, but then the feelings never went away, and then i thought that maybe this was just a more serious schoolgirl-type crush that would take time to go away, but then a lot of time went by and it still didn’t go away, so… here we are now, at the end of the year, and i… still have a huge, huge crush on you-”

“-i like you too.” 

“okay, cool, but i’m not done talking about-” you pause, your eyes flickering upwards, “wait, what?” 

“i like you, y/n.” yoongi breathes out with a smile, his shoulders visibly relaxing, “actually, i’ve known for a long time that you liked me and at first i was just flattered and admittedly i was a little cocky about it but then i... actually started to like you one day and- well, i didn’t want to say anything because- woah-!”

yoongi yelps when suddenly a paperweight is hurled in his direction and nearly whacks him in the face, “what the f-”

“are you kidding me, yoongi?!” you snap, slapping your hands down as you glare at him across your desk, “are you kidding me?!” 

“okay, i-i-” yoongi stammers, “i wasn’t expecting this reaction so i’m not entirely sure how i’m supposed to-” 

“you knew that i liked you this entire time-” you groan, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “and you knew that you liked me this entire time... and you didn’t say or do anything about it?!”

“well, why didn’t you do anything about it first?” yoongi exasperates, “you- you’re just as much at fault here as i am!”

“because i-” you laugh lightly in disbelief, “because i thought that if i told you that i liked you, that you would feel pressured into saying that you liked me back because i’m your boss! how would i know if your feelings were genuine or if you were just playing along? of course i couldn’t tell you!” 

yoongi chews on the inside of his cheek anxiously as you let out a huff before stepping away from your desk and heading over to stand by the window again 

“i...” he trails off, bending down to pick up the paperweight before setting it down on your desk gently, “i’m sorry that you... struggled with that... but... i think the important thing is that i do like you, y/n. i genuinely like you, and i was an idiot for not saying anything earlier... i let my doubts get in the way and...” he sighs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “i’m not good at- i’m not good at dealing with this kind of stuff and usually i just brush it aside and hope the problem goes away but i see you almost every single day so i couldn’t just brush it aside-” 

“yeah, well-” 

both of you freeze up when you suddenly hear the countdown chanting echo from up on the rooftop and yoongi feels his heart plummet to his stomach when he realizes he didn’t even ask if you wanted to be his new year’s kiss 

shit 

shit!

“i’m just-” yoongi shakes his head furiously, “i get nervous when there are no rules and there certainly isn’t a handbook for what to do when you’re attracted to your boss-”

10!

you let out a scoff as you turn to face him, “-and you think there’s a handbook for what to do when you’re attracted to your secretary?!-” 

9!

“i was a total coward for not saying anything sooner and i wish i did! i wish i kissed you at the halloween party!”

8!

“you- you wanted to kiss me at the halloween party?” 

7!

“of course i did, dumbass!” the name slips out of yoongi’s mouth before he even realizes it and he smiles sheepishly when you give him a warning look, “...miss dumbass.”

6!

“anyways,” yoongi coughs, “i-if you’re still interested, i’d really like to kiss you tonight if that’s okay-” 

5!

“wait, did hoseok put you up to this?” you narrow your eyes in suspicion before pointing to yourself, “because he told me to ask you to kiss me tonight-”

“yeah, he put me up to this because we both know that you certainly weren’t going to make the first move-”

4!

“how dare you?” you scoff, crossing your arms stubbornly, “i could make the first move if i really wanted to-” 

3!

“what?! that’s bullsh- oh my god, can we agree now to kiss first and then argue about this later?!” yoongi snaps, eyes full of panic at the thought of not making it on time, “please??” 

2!

“fine, but-” 

1- HAPPY NEW YEAR! 

you don’t get a chance to say anything else before yoongi swoops in swiftly to lean in and kiss you, warm hands quickly reaching up to cup either sides of your face 

the sound of people cheering and fireworks going off in the sky is nothing compared to the erratic thumping of your heart and the high-pitched ringing in your ears 

oh, wow

your lashes flutter as you feel yourself relax, your fists uncurling against yoongi so that your hands rest on his chest

you can feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt and that’s all the confirmation you need to know that yoongi really, truly likes you back 

yoongi’s hands leave your face so that he can reach down to grasp your hips and pull you towards him, only for his arms to snake around your waist a second later 

your hands slide up his chest before your arms wrap loosely around his neck, feeling as though nothing else matters except what’s happening right now 

you’ve dreamt about this moment for so long but it’s so much better than you could’ve possibly imagined it to be 

and you’re not sure if it’s the copious amount of champagne that you consumed tonight but you just feel so warm inside 

yoongi pulls away (far too soon for your liking), his eyes lidded and hazy as he smiles fondly down at you, “happy new year, boss.”

you can’t fight back the wide grin on your face when he leans down to nudge his nose against yours, both of your hearts undoubtedly beating in time   

“happy new year, secretary min.”

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@solvna you know what you've done....here is the slightly more worked on first kiss between will and mike

THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CANON AND IS JUST A FUNNY LITTLE HAHA TEEHEE THING

--any and all feedback is greatly appreciated!!

Mike and Will's first kiss doesn't happen in the heat of the moment. It doesn't happen while Will was under Venca's control, not when Mike almost lost him. It also doesn't happen the day the Party decide to hang out again, living the final days of spring break before Will has to leave again. No, it took time...lots of it.

It took Mike an entire year to realize he was falling out of love with Jane and in love with his best friend. It took him a road trip across states to see how much Will really meant to him. It took almost losing him, for good this time, for him to start planning. How he'd ask him out, or confess...better yet.

Even with everyone telling him to just go for it. He couldn't muster up the courage, the strength to admit it. To letters he has hidden beneath his bed, all addressed to the boy in California, all to the boy who Mike is so madly in love with...the one that makes him crazy. And sometimes Mike wants to laugh at how stupid he is. 1984, Halloween night, he promised they'd go crazy together...and he spent 2 years telling the same thing to Wills' sister.

..

The Byers-Hopper family came back to Hawkins for Winter Break, and Mike couldn't have been more excited. He'd spent the last few weeks decluttering his room for Will, spent hours redecorating, and even then he still felt on edge. He knows Will, knows the other won't say anything too mean, but...it feels different now. Of course it does, Mike had just found out he's in love with Will and is freaking out about his crush staying in his room for 3 weeks. Cut him some slack!

Now, Mike could go on and on about that break. Speak for centuries if his lifetime allowed for it, just talking about Will. But, there is one memory he's committed to heart. So deeply etched into his being that he thinks its filled a hole in his heart he hardly even knew was gone.

..

It was a normal night in the Wheeler’s household, though if you asked Mike he'd say there was just something electric in the night. Something waiting to spark, and something did.

Lying down in Mike's bed, both boys simply couldn't find it in themselves to go to sleep. Caught up in something beyond their understanding, maybe it was just the Christmas Eve anticipation that ate away at them. They lay staring at one another, simply gazing into each other’s eyes. A staring contest, one in which neither boy wanted to lose. They took in one another and Mike swears that to this day, he can recite every little detail about that moment. The way Will looked back then, under the soft glow of Mike’s nightlight, how he was so aware of the others breathing, so much so he matched his own breath with Will's, wanting to be as close as two souls can be. And he realizes just how much he's missed all of this, just him and Will, just two boys without the stares of everyone else. And he wants to do something, wants to just...act on his emotions. All those weeks painstakingly planning out each minute of his confession was simply thrown out the window. He's tired of waiting, tired of being too scared to do things, tired of pushing this off. Because he honestly thinks he'd rather die than pretend he and Will are just friends.

In the softest voice he could muster, trying so desperately to hold onto the peace they've found together, he asks him, "Can i kiss you?"

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The vampire diaries- Klaus x abused reader

"You're not seeing him," Klaus stated. "He's just coming to apologize." You mumbled. "Do you really believe that sicko's coming to apologize?!" he shot back. Every year, on your birthday for the last 3 years you had been in the military, your uncle Mark came to visit, your uncle who had been sexually assaulting and beating you for years. He was the last member of your family alive, so you had no one else to tell. It worked like clockwork, that was until a few weeks ago when Klaus caught him in the middle of the act. He was coming to take you to dinner when he found the door locked. You never locked your door, so he knew something was wrong. Kicking it down, his eyes widened in complete shock as he saw what your uncle was doing to you, you silently crying. The shock didn't last long, as the look turned to disgust then pure anger as his eyes glowed. He grabbed the closest thing to him, a metal ruler, and lunged straight at your uncle, who moved, narrowly avoiding a stab to the heart. Screaming, he pulled up his trousers and ran. That was the last you had seen of him. Whenever Klaus tried to bring it up, you changed the subject, and since he knew you weren't going to tell him anything, he kept a closer eye on you.

But when you came to him this year with a smile on your face to tell him he was coming to apologize, he went livid. You were sat in your living room, and Klaus was pacing around in front of you, announcing that you weren't to see him. "Klaus, I'm sure he regrets it, you must have terrified him last time, I know I would have been if I saw you run at me with that look on your face." You chuckled, trying to act like you didn't care when in truth you were terrified. "Are you defending him?" Klaus stopped pacing and glared at you. "No! God no! I'm just saying he probably meant it when he said he was sorry. He just wants to say it in person is all." You reasoned. Klaus sighed, exasperated. He knew you weren't going to listen to him. "Fine, but as long as I'm here when he visits, you're not letting him in. What time does he get here?" he asked. You looked at the time. 11:57. "2:00pm." You said. "Okay, I'm gonna go grab a shower, I'll be back." He said with a slight smile. And then he was gone. Reassured by the fact that he would be here when your uncle came, you let out a small sigh. You had lots of work to do, so you got started. About an hour later, there was a knock at your door. Assuming it was Klaus, you let him in. "Come in," you called. Your eyes widened as you saw it wasn't Klaus. Trying to hide your shock, you spoke. "You're early. By an hour." "Yeah, I figured it couldn't wait, I owe you an apology," he muttered, locking the door without you realizing it, then walking over to the sofa. "Come sit, please." He smiled. Sitting down opposite him, you smiled. You were so happy it was unbelievable. But when his kind smile turned to a sinister grin, you knew your happiness was short-lived. Jumping up, you ran for the door. Stretching your arm out for the handle, you felt big arms grab you roughly around the waist. Too late. You tried helplessly to fight him off, but he was so much bigger and stronger than you. You tried to scream but he clamped his giant hand over your mouth before any sound came out. Walking backward, he finally came to the sofa and sat down, still holding you, so you were on his lap when he did so. You shivered as you felt his erection press into your ass. His hand still tight over your mouth, his free hand wandered under your shirt and onto your breasts. You cringed at his touch and he smirked, proud of himself for getting the best of you. Then his hands made there way down to your pants. You felt him fiddle with the buttons for a moment, then his hands made there way into your panties. You sat there helpless, tears sliding silently down your cheeks. "Hey, (y/n), sorry I took so long," Klaus said, twisting the door knob to find it locked, just like last year. Picturing you, laying there helpless, anger took hold of him, kicking open the door once again, he saw you sat there, on the sicko's lap with one hand over your mouth and the other down your pants. Your eyes widened at the sight of your saviour once again. He was holding to steaming cups of tea, he kept hold of the mugs. You knew what he was thinking and moved as much as you could to the left, it wasn't much, but Klaus had amazing accuracy as an original vampire. Seconds later, the piping hot liquid was flying through the air towards your Uncle. Hitting him in the face, he screamed in agony and threw you to the floor. "What the fuck did you do? You bastard!" he screamed, standing up. Klaus flinched as he heard him shout. Mark launched himself at Klaus, fists swinging. Klaus calmly dodged before grabbing his arm and twisting it before the taller mans back. ��He then kicked him behind the knees, and as he fell backwards onto the floor, Levi jumped on top of him making sure to keep his arms pinned under his knees. He started raining blow after blow onto the blonde mans head. Blood spurted from his nose and mouth but Levi wouldn't stop. He kept going until he was unconscious and still showed no signs of stopping. "Klaus." You mumbled from where you were sat on the floor. The sound of your voice instantly knocking him out of his furious trance. He got

off of Mark and ran towards you, embracing you in a tight, safe hug. "I'm so sorry." He whispered over and over again into your hair as your shoulders began to shake. He held you there for God knows how long before you finally spoke. "It's been happening since I was 7." You mumbled. "That was 11 years ago." He said, eyes wide. He slowly pushed you away so he could see your face. "Why didn't you tell anyone?" "I owe him. My parents died when I was 3 and he had been looking after me until I joined the military when I turned 15. He took in me and my little sister and said that when if I did things with him, he would keep my sister safe. My sister's dead but he said I still owed him for looking after me for all those years." You sighed, looking down. "You've been dealing with him for 15 years? How can you always be so happy while hiding something like that? You should have told me! I would have killed him a long time ago." Klaus scowled, glancing over to your uncle, who still lay unconscious Getting up, he offered you his hand. "C'mon." "Where are we going?" you asked, a confused look on your face. "To Elijah's. He needs to know what happened. And he also needs to know that that bastard needs to be put out of his misery if he's not dead that is." he said in a low voice. "Wait! I cant Elijah" you yelled after being dragged out of your office. "Cant tell me what?" Elijah asked, raising an eyebrow as he turned to corner to face you. "If you don't, I will," Klaus said, looking from you to his brother. Moments later, you were sat in a comfy chair in the kitchen. He looked at you with a curious gaze, then looked at Klaus, who seemed to be itching with anger. He raised his eyebrows as noticed how angry he looked. "So, anyone feel like telling me what's going on?" He said, leaning forwards and putting an elbow in his desk. Klaus stopped pacing and looked at you. You looked away. "(y/n)'s--" he began. "Stop." You interrupted. "I'll tell him." Elijah's gaze shifted from Klaus to you. You tried to muster every ounce of courage you had. "To put it simply, my uncle Mark has been raping and beating me for 11 years." You mumbled, trying extremely hard not to burst into tears again. Klaus's face darkened again at the thought of that man with his filthy hands all over you, you unable to do anything. "When did you find out?" Elijah asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Last year. I caught the bastard with his trousers down." He muttered darkly. "And why didn't either of you say anything?" "(y/n) didn't want anyone to know." he sighed. "I thought it would change how everyone saw me." "When she was seven." Klaus spat, clearly disgusted. Elijah understood his feelings. He had always been fond of you, and he enjoyed the fact that the two of you were close. In some ways, he had seen you as a daughter. And to here all of this hurt him more than he cared to admit. They both looked at you, and you looked down again. "What does he look like?" "About 6ft, short blonde hair, brown eyes, broken nose, missing teeth," Klaus answered. "Ah. Where is he?" "In y/n's room. He was unconscious when we left to come here." You piped up. "Lets go then," Elijah said, getting up and heading for the door. About an hour later, Mark finally woke up to see you and the vampires sat on the sofa. "Ah, finally awake are we?" Elijah asked, walking towards him. "Let me introduce myself." He said. "My name is Elijah Mikaleson. I would say nice to meet you, but its hardly that. Let me get straight to the point." He said, hauling Mark to his feet. "This girl is like a daughter to me," He smiled and pulled you into his side. "If you ever hurt her again, I will cut you into little slices, starting off with your toes and making my way up until I get to your head, and then personally feed you to the werewolves. Got it? and if for some stupid reason you decide to come back here, either me or Klaus over there will kill you. Though I heard he nearly did last year." With that, he punched him square in the stomach, winding him. Then landing a kick straight into his balls.

Collapsing in agony, Elijah bent down and pulled him up by his collar. "Remember what I just told you when you get another stupid idea like your last one." He smiled innocently before slamming him back down on the floor, making sure he was unconscious. Ruffling your hair, he smiled. "Remember, if anything like this happens again, or anything for that matter, you can talk to me. Although I'm sure you would go to him first." He smirked, nodding to Klaus. "I really did mean it when I said you're like a daughter to me, by the way. Anyway, I'll leave you two alone." He smiled again, before hauling your uncle over your shoulder and marching towards the door. "Goodnight." "Goodnight, dad." You smiled for the first time that day. He chuckled softly and left. You turned to face Klaus, who had already made his way over to you. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you in close. "Thanks, Klaus." You smiled gratefully into his shoulder. "You really are my hero."