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Daddy Kookie (3)

Pairing: idol!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: childhood lovers to exes to lovers, parents au, smut, angst, fluff

Word Count: 8k

Summary: After Jungkook dropped all contact, Y/N was left broken - and pregnant. Seven years later, fate brings them back together.

Warnings: MDNI, Explicit, 18+, smut, angst, abandonment, young (teenage) pregnancy, resentment, anger, heartbreak, cursing, struggle, co-parenting, long distance, growth, comfort, vulnerability, domestic, resistance, fighting/arguments, fear of reattachment, time skips, bad flirting explicit: praising, kissing, missionary, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, flirting

A\N: hiii bbys 🫶 i am (tentatively) 80% done writing for daddy kookie

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I didn’t expect the message when he landed.

Jungkook: Wheels down. First thing I saw was a vending machine that had banana milk and I thought of you. I know you hate it. But I smiled anyway.

I didn’t respond.

But I smiled, too.

He sent a picture of his hotel room next. A messy corner, a pair of AirPods, a hoodie on the floor. Nothing special. Except it was.

Because it meant he was thinking of me.

Of us.

That night, he FaceTimed just before Eun Ae’s bedtime.

Her face lit up when she saw him.

“MR. KOOKIE!!”

He grinned like she’d just handed him the stars. “There’s my girl.”

I watched from the kitchen, one hand wrapped around a mug, the other pressed against my ribs where my heart felt too big for my chest.

He read her a bedtime story- one she picked out herself. She held the book up to the camera so he could follow along.

He stumbled over the voices.

She corrected him, dramatically.

They laughed.

I felt like I was watching something sacred I wasn’t allowed to touch.

After the call ended, I found myself staring at the empty screen like it had more to say.

The next day, he texted both of us good morning.

Jungkook: Hope today’s full of soft things and fewer meetings.

Jungkook: for Eun Ae- Don’t forget your snack. Eat the grapes. Not just the crackers.

She giggled when she read it.

“I like him,” she said casually.

My throat tightened. “Yeah?”

“He’s funny. And he knows I don’t like raisins. That’s cool.”

I nodded, fighting the part of me that wanted to cry.

Because this? This felt like the part I never thought she’d get.

A dad.

A person.

Someone who stayed.

And I hated how easy it was to get used to it.

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By the third day, he called at lunch just to see what she was eating. She showed him her juice pouch and half-eaten sandwich. He pretended to cry dramatically about the lack of crusts.

“You cut the best part off!” he whined.

“You’re a crust,” she said, unimpressed.

He laughed so hard, she laughed harder.

Later that night, after she was asleep, he called again.

Just for me.

He looked tired. Makeup-free. A hoodie pulled tight around his head.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey.”

Neither of us said anything for a second.

Then he whispered, “You looked really beautiful the morning I left.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

“I know you didn’t say anything,” he added. “But… you let me stay.”

“I did.”

“I just wanted to say thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“I do.”

I stared at him through the screen.

“You look tired.”

“I am.”

“Go to sleep.”

“Not yet.”

He didn’t ask for anything else.

Just watched me.

Just stayed.

And I let him.

For an hour.

Without speaking.

Just breathing.

Like maybe this wasn’t a screen between us.

Like maybe the world was a little bit smaller when he was on the other side.

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Tour life was supposed to be a blur.

And it was.

Call times. Sound checks. Hair and makeup. Interviews I barely remembered giving. Airports I couldn’t name. Cities that blurred together through tinted windows and hotel glass.

But no matter where I was, what time zone, what country…

I called her.

I called them.

Every single day.

Sometimes twice.

Sometimes three times.

Didn’t matter if I’d just come off stage dripping in sweat with an hour of sleep. I’d FaceTime and wait for that little beep that meant she’d picked up. That meant Eun Ae would come into view with bed hair and peanut butter on her cheek and a smile big enough to make me forget how tired I was.

“MR. KOOOOOKIE!!”

She always screamed it.

Always made me laugh.

She told me what she ate, what she wore, who she sat next to in school. She told me what color her mood was and what new word she learned and that the moon was her favorite planet because it followed her home.

I wrote every word down.

Had a notebook I kept just for her.

Eun Ae: Day 5. “Do bees have moms?”

Eun Ae: Day 9. “I drew you in my picture. You have big ears but it’s okay.”

I’d stay on the call until her eyes drooped and she rolled into her stuffed tiger.

Sometimes Y/N would come on after.

Sometimes not.

I didn’t push.

But when she did… God.

Her voice in the dark was the only thing that made this feel real.

She’d tell me about her day. Her boss. Her stress. Her coffee order. Her favorite new nail polish.

And I’d listen like every word was a verse.

I didn’t flirt.

Not really.

I didn’t want to break this.

Didn’t want to scare her.

I just… showed up.

That’s all I knew how to do now.

And in the quiet moments, when the lights went down, the crowd noise faded, the crew packed up and the hotel room settled, I stared at my screen and whispered:

“Goodnight.”

Even if she’d already gone.

Even if it was just me.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

And sometimes, I swear…

I could still hear them say it back.

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I wasn’t expecting much from the panel.

Just another industry event. A half-full auditorium. Stale coffee. Small talk with men who thought “event coordinator” meant I arranged party balloons.

But I’d been invited to speak- one of five women in venue management across the region. I had notes, a blazer I hadn’t worn since college, and a pit in my stomach that only grew deeper the closer I got to the podium.

I hadn’t told Jungkook about it.

It wasn’t a secret.

I just… didn’t think he’d care.

He had a stadium full of screaming fans in Singapore last night.

My keynote about budgeting for backline crew wasn’t exactly Billboard material.

But the morning of the event, while I was brushing my teeth with a knot in my throat and lipstick half-smeared on my palm, my phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: There’s something for you in the lobby. Happy Panel Day.

I stared at the screen.

My stomach twisted.

I almost didn’t go.

But I did.

And when I got to the front desk of the building, there it was.

A vase full of wildflowers.

No roses.

No lilies.

Just crooked stems. Sun-warmed color. Survivors.

And a note, scribbled on plain hotel stationery.

“First time I saw you, you were holding a bouquet of these. You’d just moved and it was your first day. You said they reminded you that growing was hard- but still worth it. You’ve been growing ever since. I see you. I remember. - JK”

I didn’t cry.

Not right away.

I carried the flowers to the greenroom, set them next to the bottled water, and stared at them like they’d speak first.

They didn’t.

So I did.

I sent him a picture. Then a message.

Y/N: Thank you. You remembered.

He replied almost instantly.

Jungkook: I remember everything.

I should’ve closed my phone.

But I typed again.

Y/N: It’s nice. Being seen.

Three dots flashed on the screen. Then stopped. Then flashed again.

Finally:

Jungkook: I’ve never stopped seeing you.

I didn’t know what to say to that.

So I didn’t say anything.

Not until the panel ended and I stepped offstage to applause, blinking under the house lights.

I checked my phone again.

One new message.

A voice note.

I almost didn’t play it.

But I did.

His voice filled my ear.

Soft. Breathless. Like he was recording in the dark.

“You looked incredible today. I know I couldn’t be there. But I’m proud of you. I hope you felt it. Because you should. You should feel proud every day. You’re… everything I wish I’d been brave enough to love right the first time.”

I closed my eyes.

The tears came then.

Quiet and fast and real.

Because it wasn’t just the words.

It was the fact that this time, for once, he was saying them when it mattered.

When I needed them.

Not too late.

Just… in time.

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She was humming when I picked her up.

Big skip in her step. Hair falling out of her pigtails. Glitter marker smeared across both hands.

“Hi Mama!” she beamed, leaping forward like I’d been gone for a year and not just six hours.

“Hi baby,” I said, catching her as she wrapped her arms around my waist. “Did you have a good day?”

She pulled back, nodded furiously, then shoved a folded piece of paper into my hand.

“I drew our family.”

I blinked. “You did?”

“Uh-huh! It’s us. Me. You. Mr. Kookie. And Kookie Tiger.”

I unfolded the paper.

Crayons. All the colors. A stick figure with my hair. A smaller one with pigtails. A third with a lot of black swooped across his forehead and stars drawn around his head. The stuffed tiger was hovering next to him, smiling.

My chest squeezed.

“You even drew Mr. Kookie’s earrings,” I said.

“He has sparkly ears,” she explained. “And he’s tall. And he always says my name right even when the internet is bad.”

I knelt down.

“Baby… what did you say when the teacher asked who that was?”

She blinked at me.

“I said it’s my daddy.”

The air left my lungs.

“Oh.”

“She asked me if I had one. And I said yes. I have Mr. Kookie. He’s my daddy and he’s on the phone a lot, but he always says goodnight. Even if I forget to say it back.”

I didn’t know what to say.

So I said nothing.

We walked to the car in silence.

That night, I sat on the couch and watched her fall asleep on the video call- phone propped up, stuffed tiger under her chin, cheeks pink and eyelids fluttering.

Jungkook whispered, “Goodnight, my little star,” before ending the call.

He didn’t even know I was still listening.

When the screen went black, I stayed in the hallway for a long time.

Just watching.

Listening to her breathe.

And thinking.

About the way her arms flew open when she saw his face.

About the way her smile bloomed when he laughed.

About how fast she’d drawn him into her world.

And how easy it would be to follow.

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It came in the middle of the night.

No warning.

Just a notification.

Video Message: Jeon Jungkook

I was still awake.

Still replaying Eun Ae’s words.

Still watching the ceiling breathe.

I almost didn’t open it.

Thought maybe it was another bedtime moment. Another drawing. Another “Hey, I miss you.”

But it wasn’t.

It opened with static.

Then a soft flicker of lamplight.

His hotel room.

The camera was set up on a chair.

He was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows. No makeup. No filter. Just him.

He cleared his throat.

And then he said:

“This is something I wrote right after I left. When I couldn’t stop thinking about you, but didn’t have the guts to reach out. I never recorded it. Never sang it out loud. But I found the notebook last week. And it still sounds like you.”

He picked up a guitar.

His fingers shook a little.

Then he started to play.

It was rough.

Unfinished.

But it was us.

Every word.

Every verse.

Lyrics about sidewalks and wildflowers.

About long-distance silence.

About the girl he loved before he knew how to love.

I pressed the phone to my chest halfway through.

And I cried.

Hard. Quiet. Shaking.

Because he didn’t have to do this.

Didn’t have to open this wound. Didn’t have to let me see what he never showed anyone.

But he did.

Because he meant it.

Every second.

When the video ended, I sat in the dark for a long time.

Longer than I meant to.

Then I opened our thread and typed one message.

Y/N: I’m proud of you. We are.

The dots blinked on screen.

Then stopped.

Then blinked again.

Jungkook: I love you.

I didn’t reply.

But I whispered it into the room.

Not for him.

Not for anyone else.

Just for me.

Just once.

“I love you too.”

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I’d been outside her door for four minutes and twenty-seven seconds.

Not that I was counting.

Okay- I was.

I’d rehearsed this moment in every city. Every country. Every hotel bed where I lay awake listening to her voicemail on loop, wondering what it would feel like to knock again.

To be let back in.

I was sweating through my shirt. Holding a bag full of small gifts I picked out like a man on a mission- stickers for Eun Ae. Bracelets. A tiny globe. A t-shirt with a cartoon tiger on it. A notebook for Y/N. Local coffee she once told me she missed. Wildflower seeds. And a letter.

I hadn’t given it to her yet.

Didn’t know if I would.

I raised my hand.

Dropped it.

Raised it again.

Then knocked. Soft, twice, like muscle memory.

The door opened before I could breathe.

And there she was.

Hair pulled back. No makeup. A sweatshirt I’d left years ago wrapped around her waist like she forgot it wasn’t hers. Bare feet. A guarded expression that just slightly melted when her eyes landed on mine.

I opened my mouth.

Nothing came out.

She raised one eyebrow.

“Took you long enough.”

I huffed a breath. Half-laugh. Half-collapse.

“You counted the seconds too?”

She didn’t answer.

But she stepped aside.

And I walked in.

Her apartment hadn’t changed.

Same chipped tiles. Same coat hooks. Same coffee smell.

Except now it had toy dinosaurs on the counter and a child’s jacket hanging beside her own. And a pair of little shoes by the door.

She caught me staring.

“She’s at school.”

I nodded. “I brought her something.”

She gestured toward the table. “You can put it there.”

I set the bag down gently like it might explode.

She moved to the kitchen.

I followed her with my eyes, not my feet.

She poured coffee.

Sipped it once.

Then leaned against the counter and said, “You look tired.”

“I am.”

“You look good too.”

I blinked.

“So do you,” I said, too fast.

Her lips twitched.

Not quite a smile.

But not not a smile either.

Silence settled between us like something sacred.

Then I took a step closer.

“I missed you.”

She didn’t flinch.

“Good.”

That made me pause.

“Because I missed you too,” she said.

Something cracked in my chest.

She took another sip. Set the mug down. Then walked past me, slow and steady, until she reached the table.

She picked up the bag.

“You got her another tiger shirt?”

“She calls me Mr. Kookie. I figured it was time to commit.”

She laughed. Soft. Real.

I could’ve cried.

But I didn’t.

I just watched her.

Watched her fingers run over the handles of the bag.

Watched her shoulders drop by a fraction.

Watched the smallest piece of her let go of something she’d been gripping for too long.

“You’re staying for a while?” she asked.

I nodded. “If you’ll let me.”

She turned.

Met my eyes.

And whispered:

“I think we both know I already have.”

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It was weird how fast it became normal.

Him being here.

The sound of the front door unlocking at 3 p.m. right after Eun Ae got dropped off from school.

The way she sprinted down the hallway yelling “MR. KOOKIE!” like she hadn’t seen him the day before.

The way his jacket hung next to mine now.

I told myself not to overthink it.

He wasn’t staying over. That was the rule.

He left at night. Always.

No lingering. No wandering into my room. No lines crossed.

But every morning, he brought coffee.

Every night, he made dinner.

He loaded the dishwasher like he’d done it a thousand times. Played background music from his phone while he stirred pasta. Let Eun Ae sit on the counter even though she wasn’t supposed to.

He laughed when she dropped carrots on the floor.

Groaned dramatically when she told him she liked Yoongi’s part better than his in a song.

He helped her with homework, even when the math confused him.

He held her hand crossing the street.

He braided her hair one morning - terribly - and she wore it proudly all day.

And at night, when she fell asleep on the couch, he’d carry her to bed with the same careful touch he used when we were kids sneaking out at midnight.

I pretended I didn’t see it.

Pretended I didn’t melt when I caught him humming the song he wrote for me under his breath.

Pretended it didn’t feel right- him here.

Like he’d never really left.

Like this was the version of us we were always supposed to be.

But I still didn’t let him stay.

He’d gather his things by the door, hoodie over one shoulder, keys in hand.

“Thanks for dinner,” I’d say.

He’d nod. “Thanks for letting me cook.”

And every time I watched him walk down the hall, I’d wonder why I didn’t ask him to stay.

One night, I found him asleep on the couch.

Eun Ae had already gone to bed.

I came out to grab my laptop and there he was, curled up with a storybook half-open on his chest. His mouth slightly parted. Eyelashes brushing his cheeks.

He looked younger.

Softer.

Like someone who still had pieces to offer.

I pulled a blanket from the armchair and covered him gently.

He didn’t stir.

I stood there a moment too long.

Then whispered, “You’re doing better.”

And walked away before I said more.

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She held my hand the whole time.

We walked out of her school building and she didn’t even hesitate- just latched on like it was something she’d always done.

Her backpack bounced. Her little braid was crooked. And she talked so fast I barely caught half of it.

“Okay so today we got cupcakes and they were chocolate but the frosting was vanilla and I don’t like vanilla but I ate it anyway ’cause Mr. Peters said no wasting. oh! and I told Maddie I was gonna go to the zoo with you and she said that’s cool and I said duh because you’re cool and she said cool people wear leather jackets and I said you have a lip earring so you win.”

I blinked. “You said what?”

She giggled. “Never mind.”

We stopped at the park first. She made me push her on the swing for twenty full minutes. Then the slide. Then the monkey bars, which she insisted she was a champion at, only to fall dramatically into the sand.

I caught her. She laughed harder.

We ate sandwiches under a tree. She stole my chips.

Later, we went to the library.

She picked three books. I picked one. She said mine was boring and I said hers were brilliant and she looked at me like I’d just given her a trophy.

Then came the bakery.

She marched to the counter, slammed two crumpled dollars on the glass, and said, “One tiger cookie and one smiley face for my daddy.”

I froze.

The cashier smiled.

My heart did something I don’t know the name for.

When we sat down, I asked her- quietly, gently- “Do you know who I am?”

She took a big bite of her cookie and nodded.

“You’re Mr. Kookie. But you’re also my dad.”

I couldn’t speak.

“I think you are,” she said, licking frosting off her fingers. “You look like me. You smile like me. You laugh like me, y’know?”

I blinked fast.

“Are you okay?” she asked, suddenly concerned.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “Just… happy.”

She grinned.

Then reached over, tiny fingers sticky with sugar, and grabbed my hand again.

That was it.

No fanfare.

No tears.

Just a six-year-old who already knew love when she felt it.

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When we got back to the apartment, she tugged me to the living room, pulled out a coloring book, and curled up beside me like she belonged there.

And she did.

Y/N stood in the hallway, watching us for a long time.

She didn’t say anything.

But when I met her eyes, I knew.

Something had shifted.

Not just in me.

Not just in our daughter.

But in her, too.

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It was getting too easy.

Too natural.

Too good.

He knew how I took my coffee now. With oat milk. One sugar. No questions.

He made it before I got out of bed, without staying the night. He’d come by early, just to start the day with us. Pretended it was for Eun Ae. We both knew better.

He made space without asking.

Claimed a drawer.

Bought the kind of cereal she liked and refilled it when it ran low.

Cleaned without being told.

Listened when I vented. Laughed when I snapped. Stayed when I went quiet.

It was good.

And that’s what scared me most.

Because I remembered what good felt like before it broke me.

Tonight, the apartment was quiet. Eun Ae was asleep. The dishes were done. The lights were low. It was just the two of us on the couch, a movie playing, barely watched.

He sat close.

Not too close.

But enough that I could feel his warmth seeping through the space between us.

I was curled in the corner, legs tucked under me. He had his arm resting along the back of the couch, fingers inches from my shoulder.

Neither of us said anything for a long time.

Until I did.

“What do you want?”

He turned.

“Right now?”

I nodded.

He didn’t hesitate.

“You. Still you.”

My breath hitched.

It wasn’t said with expectation. Or desperation. It was just the truth.

Like it had been sitting in his chest for years, waiting to be named.

I looked at him.

Really looked at him.

The curve of his jaw. The dip beneath his eye. The scar on his lip that only showed when he was tired. The way he always looked like he was about to ask permission, even when he wasn’t saying anything.

And I wanted to kiss him.

God, I wanted to kiss him.

But I was still afraid.

Afraid that if I let myself want it - really want it - I wouldn’t survive losing it again.

I shifted.

Closed the space between us.

Let my hand drift to his.

He looked down.

Met my eyes.

And leaned in.

Just enough.

Just close enough that his breath hit my cheek.

I held mine.

Then I pulled away.

Stood up.

And whispered, “Goodnight.”

I didn’t look back.

Didn’t see the way his shoulders dropped.

Didn’t hear the breath he let out when the door to my room clicked shut.

But I felt it.

All of it.

Pressed tight against my ribs.

Too full to carry.

Too heavy to ignore.

Too late to stop.

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He was gone before I woke up.

No text. No call. No mug on the table with a bad pun on the side.

Just quiet.

And a note.

Folded once.

Tucked beneath my coffee cup like he’d hoped I’d find it before I noticed he wasn’t here.

I stared at it for a long time.

Didn’t touch it.

Didn’t want to.

Because I already knew.

It wasn’t an apology.

Wasn’t a plea.

It was him- leaving something behind.

Eventually, I picked it up.

His handwriting was messy. Familiar. Like he’d written it fast, before he could change his mind.

Y/N,

I’m not writing this to ask for anything.Not forgiveness. Not answers. Not even hope. I just needed to say a few things. Without waiting for the right time. Without hoping you’ll say anything back.

You’ve always been better than me. Stronger. Smarter. Braver. You kept going even when I disappeared. You kept your heart beating while mine hid behind silence. You didn’t need me. But I need you to know. I always needed you. I just didn’t know how to say it.

I still don’t, sometimes. But I see you now.

Not just the girl I loved. But the woman you are.

The one who raised our daughter alone. The one who learned how to laugh without me. The one who still makes my chest hurt when she smiles.

I’m not here to fix the past. I’m just here now. And I’ll keep being here. Even if it’s just as someone who brings coffee and folds laundry wrong and says the wrong thing at the wrong time.

I’m here because I love you.

Not the memory. Not the version of you I broke.

You.

Right now.

If that’s all I ever get to say- fine. But I meant it. And I’ll mean it every time you wake up and I’m not at the door.

Always,

I read it three times.

Then a fourth.

Then I folded it back the way he’d left it. Carefully, like it might tear.

I didn’t cry.

Not this time.

I just placed the letter inside my notebook. Poured my coffee. Sat at the table with my feet tucked under me.

And breathed.

Because for the first time in years, I didn’t feel like I was waiting for someone to come back.

He already had.

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She asked me when we were brushing our teeth.

One of those moments where your guard is down, where the day is done and the world is quiet, and suddenly your six-year-old asks a question that guts you.

“Why wasn’t Daddy Kookie here when I was a baby?”

I froze.

The toothbrush in my hand stopped mid-circle.

She stared at me in the mirror, foam on her chin, eyes wide and waiting.

Not angry.

Not sad.

Just… waiting.

I rinsed my mouth. Toweled her clean. Sat us both on the edge of the tub like we were about to plot something secret.

And then I said the words I’d been avoiding for six years.

“He didn’t know how to stay.”

She blinked.

“But why?”

I breathed deep.

“Because we were young. Because we were scared. Because sometimes people don’t know how to do the right thing, even when they love you.”

She frowned.

“He left because he was scared?”

“Yes.”

“Did he stop loving us?”

“No,” I said immediately. “No, baby. He didn’t stop. He just… forgot how to show it. For a long time.”

Her little mouth twisted, processing.

Then she asked, “Are you still mad?”

That one took longer to answer.

“Yes,” I admitted softly. “Sometimes.”

“But you still let him come over.”

“I do.”

“Because you love him?”

I looked down.

At her small feet swinging under the tub’s edge. At her tiny fingers curled in her lap.

“I don’t know,” I said.

And that was the truest thing I could say to her.

She nodded, like that made sense.

Then leaned into my side and rested her head on my shoulder.

We sat there for a while.

No more questions.

No more stories.

Just silence.

And the quiet strength of a little girl who somehow already knew that love didn’t have to be perfect to be real.

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She confirmed it.

I don’t know how I knew.

Y/N didn’t say it.

Eun Ae didn’t say it.

But something in the air shifted- subtle, sharp. Like the sound of a glass cracking under pressure before it actually breaks.

Eun Ae looked at me different the next morning. Not bad. Not cold.

Just… clearer.

Like she’d connected something in her head. Like the puzzle finally made sense.

We were sitting at the table. She was eating cereal.

And she said, “I think Daddy Kookie just didn’t know what to do when I was a baby.”

I blinked.

She took another bite.

Then said, “But it’s okay now. ’Cause you’re here. And I like when you make the dinosaur eggs.”

I smiled, because what else could I do?

But inside, I was splitting open.

Y/N passed by behind her, brushing her hand gently across Eun Ae’s hair.

Our eyes met.

She didn’t look away.

And I knew.

She told her.

I didn’t sleep that night.

Didn’t go to the hotel either.

I just walked.

I ended up at the river, hoodie pulled up, air sharp in my lungs.

I sat on a bench and opened my phone.

Scrolled through our message thread.

Watched a couple of the videos Eun Ae had sent - her singing off-key, showing off her school shoes, giggling uncontrollably while calling me “Banana Kookie.”

Then I opened my Notes app and stared at a blank screen.

I wanted to say something.

To her.

To Y/N.

To anyone.

But what could I say?

That I’d earned it?

That I understood?

I didn’t.

I just felt sick.

Guilty.

Heavy.

Like I’d been borrowing time I didn’t deserve.

The sun came up and I was still there.

Still writing nothing.

Still waiting for a peace I wasn’t sure would ever come.

By the time I made it back to their apartment, my chest was tight with apology.

I didn’t even knock.

I texted.

Jungkook: Can I come up?

A pause.

Then:

Y/N ❤️: She’s waiting for you.

I swallowed hard.

Stepped into the elevator.

When the door opened, Eun Ae was already running down the hall.

She launched herself into my arms like she’d never questioned me. Like she didn’t care about mistakes or time or what I should’ve said six years ago.

“Daddy Kookie!”

Two words.

So loud I couldn’t miss them.

And they hit harder than anything I’d ever heard.

I closed my eyes.

Held her tight.

And whispered back:

“Hi, baby.”

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It started with something small.

They always do.

He offered to pick up Eun Ae from her sleepover and take her to the museum Sunday morning. Just the two of them. Said she’d been begging to go and she’d love the new dinosaur exhibit.

He said it casually. Smiling. Warm. Hopeful.

And I froze.

“Just you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, still smiling. “I figured you’d want a break.”

A break.

Like that’s what I’d been doing this whole time- waiting to clock out.

I set down the dish I was washing a little harder than necessary.

“I don’t need a break.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quickly, confused. “I just thought-”

“You thought you could just pick up like nothing fucking happened?” I snapped.

The words came sharp. Loud.

He blinked.

“No,” he said carefully. “I thought I could help. You’ve been doing everything for years-”

“Because you weren’t here!” I cut him off.

Silence.

Then he stepped back, hands raised slightly, voice lower now.

“I know I wasn’t.”

“Do you?” I said, breathing hard. “Do you really understand what that did to me?”

His face shifted, not anger, just ache.

“Y/N…”

“You left,” I said, voice cracking. “You didn’t just leave me. You blocked me. You fucking vanished. You didn’t wonder if I was okay. You didn’t care. I was pregnant and alone, and every day I woke up and hoped maybe you’d remember-”

“I did remember,” he said sharply.

“Not enough.”

He swallowed.

“Not soon enough,” he admitted. “But I never forgot.”

I crossed my arms, cold all over now.

“I still don’t know how to forgive you,” I whispered.

He looked at me like I’d pulled something out of him he wasn’t ready to name.

“I don’t know how to forgive me either,” he said.

And that-

That stopped me.

Because there was no defense in his voice.

No plea.

Just… shame.

Heavy. Real.

He looked away. Then back.

“I think about it all the time,” he said. “What I missed. What I ruined. What she could’ve had if I’d just been better. You… you could’ve had a different life. And I ruined that too.”

“You didn’t ruin me,” I said softly. “But you broke something. And I’m still finding the pieces.”

He nodded. Slow. Like that hurt more than yelling ever could.

“I’m not asking you to forgive me,” he said. “I’m just asking you to let me stay while you figure out if you ever can.”

I looked at him.

And for once, didn’t know what to say.

So I didn’t.

I just walked to the bedroom door.

Opened it.

And whispered, “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

His eyes widened.

“I won’t leave.”

“I mean- ” I hesitated. “Stay. But don’t go to the couch.”

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I followed her.

Not because I expected anything.

Not because I thought this would fix it.

I followed her because I’d follow her anywhere.

She didn’t look at me when she closed the door to her bedroom. Just stepped to the window, tugged the curtain slightly, checked the streetlight like she needed the outside world to stay still for one night.

Then she turned.

Met my eyes.

And in that moment, I knew.

This wasn’t forgiveness.

This wasn’t closure.

This was her choice.

Right now.

Not because she owed me anything. Not because I deserved her.

But because she wanted me.

Still.

She crossed the room slow, her bare feet silent against the hardwood floor. The air between us crackled with the weight of unspoken words, of years apart, of mistakes and regrets. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat calling her name.

She lifted the hem of her sweatshirt over her head, tossing it aside without a second glance.

No fanfare. No tease.

Just skin.

Real. Warm. Familiar in ways that made my breath stutter.

I stepped forward, my hands shaking more than I wanted them to.

She didn’t stop me.

Didn’t rush.

Just let me reach for her.

My fingertips brushed her waist, my palm cupping her cheek. Our eyes locked, and in that silence, I saw everything- the pain I’d caused, the love she still carried, the question of whether we could ever truly come back from what I’d done.

Then-

She leaned in.

And kissed me.

Soft.

Certain.

Like the space between us had finally run out of time.

I kissed her back, pouring every ounce of regret, every whisper of longing, into that touch. Let her press me into the edge of the bed, her hands sliding beneath my shirt, her nails scraping my skin in a way that felt both punishing and forgiving.

I whispered her name against her jaw, my lips brushing the delicate skin there. She moaned quietly, her hips tilting into mine, a silent plea for more.

I wanted to give her everything- to make up for every missed call, every unspoken apology, every night I’d spent wishing I could take it all back.

With a gentle push, I flipped her onto the bed, her hair spilling across the pillow like a halo. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire, but also something else. A vulnerability that made my chest ache. I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her lips against mine.

I kissed my way down her body, tracing the lines of her collarbones, the curve of her breasts, the dip of her stomach. Her skin was soft under my lips, her breath hitching as I sucked gently on her nipples, teasing them until they pebbled against my tongue.

She arched into me, her hands tangling in my hair, her moans filling the room like music.

I kissed her hips, her thighs, my fingers brushing the edges of her panties. She was already wet, her scent intoxicating, a reminder of how perfectly she fit me, how perfectly I fit her.

I hooked my fingers into the lace and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside without breaking eye contact.

“Jungkook,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t.

Not yet.

Instead, I settled between her thighs, my hands resting on her hips as I kissed her inner thighs, my breath ghosting over her core. She squirmed, her legs falling open wider, inviting me in. I teased her, my tongue tracing lazy patterns along her folds, my lips brushing her clit before pulling away.

“Please,” she begged, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I smiled against her skin, then finally gave her what she needed. My tongue plunged deep, lapping at her eagerly, savoring her taste, her sounds, the way her body trembled under my touch.

I fucked her with my mouth, relentless and worshipful, my fingers joining in, sliding inside her as I sucked her clit into my mouth.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body arching off the bed, her cries echoing through the room. I held her there, drinking her in, my tongue never stopping, even as her body shook with release.

When she finally stilled, I kissed my way back up her body, my lips brushing hers softly.

“I love you,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion.

She looked at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears, telling me to keep going without saying a word.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I kissed her deeply, our tongues tangling as I positioned myself between her legs. She was still trembling, her body open and willing, her trust in me a gift I didn’t deserve.

I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance, teasing her, my lips never leaving hers.

“Jungkook,” she murmured, her hands gripping my shoulders.

I thrust into her slowly, savoring the way she enveloped me, the way her walls clenched around me like a promise. She gasped, her head falling back, her chest heaving as I filled her completely.

I held her there, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, her lips brushing mine. “Show me,” she whispered.

I began to move, slow at first, each thrust deliberate, each withdrawal agonizingly slow. I kissed her, touched her, praised her, my hands roaming her body as I fucked her with a desperation born of years of longing.

Her nails dug into my back, her moans growing louder, her body meeting mine with equal fervor. I sped up, my hips snapping against hers, my cock pounding into her relentlessly. She was tight, so tight, her walls milking me, her clit rubbing against mine with every thrust.

“Kook,” she cried, her body tensing as she neared the edge again. “I’m-”

“Cum for me,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “Cum on my cock, baby. Let me feel it.”

Her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing around me, her cries filling the room. I followed, my own release crashing over me like a wave, my cock pulsing deep inside her as I whispered,

“I love you,” against her neck.

We lay there, tangled together, our hearts pounding in unison, our breaths slowly syncing. I kissed her shoulder, her cheek, her lips, unable to stop touching her, unable to stop apologizing.

She curled into me, cheek pressed to my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her like I never had the chance to before.

And when she whispered, “Don’t leave,” into my skin-

“I’ll never leave you again,” I promised, my voice thick with emotion.

I kissed her forehead and said:

“I couldn’t if I tried.”

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The sun woke me before he did.

It stretched through the blinds like a whisper, soft and gold, warming the blanket tangled around my legs.

His arm was still draped across my waist.

His nose was tucked behind my ear.

And the rhythm of his breath was the calmest thing I’d felt in years.

I stayed still for a long time.

Not because I was afraid to move.

But because I didn’t want to.

Didn’t want to break the spell.

Didn’t want to face the real world when this one- this quiet bedroom, this borrowed peace- felt like something I could actually believe in.

Eventually, his fingers flexed against my hip.

A slow inhale. A stretch. A groggy hum.

Then-

“Morning,” he whispered.

“Mm.”

“That’s all I get?”

I smiled against his skin. “You’re lucky I’m giving you that.”

He chuckled.

The sound vibrated through me. Calming. Familiar. Right.

I rolled over to face him. His hair was a mess. His smile wasn’t.

“You hungry?” I asked.

He nodded. “For food, yeah. Also for you.”

I snorted and smacked his chest. “You’re the worst.”

“I’m honest.”

In the kitchen, I pulled out pancake mix. He tried to steal it. I smacked his hand with a spatula.

“You’re not allowed to mess these up,” I warned.

He raised his hands in surrender. “I only flip when I’m told.”

“You’re lucky I’m letting you eat.”

“I already ate,” he said with a wink.

I threw a towel at him.

We laughed.

Really laughed.

The kind that felt like it came from a version of us that still believed in soft mornings and shared sunlight.

He burned the first pancake.

I made fun of him.

He blamed the pan.

I called him a liar.

He kissed my cheek when I wasn’t looking.

And for a second…

For one suspended moment in the middle of a too-quiet apartment with pancakes on the stove and sunlight through the blinds-

I forgot we’d ever been anything but this.

I didn’t say “I love you.”

He didn’t ask.

But when he reached across the table and took my hand…

When his thumb brushed over my knuckles like he could still feel me from the inside out…

I knew he already knew.

And I knew that someday…

I’d say it again.

And I’d mean it.

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Eun Ae came home from her sleepover mid-morning, bouncing through the door like she hadn’t slept at all and telling stories at a mile a minute.

“Daddy Kookie!” she shouted when she saw him, dropping her backpack to barrel into his legs. “You missed everything! They had a movie and pizza and a game and I won and I told them you’re my dad and they said you’re famous and I said ‘Duh’- ”

He picked her up and spun her once.

“Whoa, slow down! You’re gonna run out of breath.”

“I already did!”

I laughed from the kitchen.

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We spent the afternoon at the park.

Eun Ae insisted on sitting between us on the swings. Then made us race. Then sat on Jungkook’s shoulders for the entire walk back.

He carried her like it was nothing.

She fell asleep on the couch before dinner even started.

We let her stay there.

Jungkook helped me plate the food, just something simple. Rice. Fried eggs. Kimchi from the corner store.

We sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, legs crossed, sharing chopsticks.

“I’ve missed this,” he said.

I glanced at him.

“This?”

“This… life. This ease.”

I didn’t answer right away.

But I reached out.

Took his hand across the table.

He didn’t flinch.

He just laced our fingers together like it was natural.

Like we hadn’t fought. Like we hadn’t broken.

Like maybe - somehow - we had always been coming back to this.

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I almost didn’t say it.

Almost kept pretending we had forever- that my time off didn’t have an end, that the clock wasn’t winding down on this borrowed miracle of a life.

We’d had a good day.

A perfect day.

And I didn’t want to ruin it.

But when I saw her brushing her teeth beside me- head tilted, foam at the corner of her mouth, one of my old shirts hanging off her shoulder, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Y/N,” I said quietly, setting my toothbrush down.

She looked at me in the mirror.

Not startled.

Just waiting.

I stepped into the hallway as Eun Ae’s door clicked shut behind us. She was already asleep, full from dinner, exhausted from laughter. Safe.

“Can we talk?” I asked.

She nodded, drying her hands.

We sat on the edge of her bed. Not touching. Not tense. Just… not easy.

I cleared my throat.

“My break ends in a week.”

She didn’t look at me.

“I know.”

“I have to go back to Seoul.”

A pause.

Still no eye contact.

“I know that too.”

I swallowed hard.

“I’ve been thinking…” I hesitated. “I wanted to ask if you’d ever consider moving there. You and Eun Ae.”

That did it.

Her head turned sharply.

“What?”

“I mean- not right now,” I said quickly. “Not even soon. Just… if it’s something you could ever see. For her. For you.”

She stared at me.

Like I’d just kicked the legs out from under a table we’d been building together.

“Jungkook…”

“I’m not asking you to decide anything,” I said, softer now. “I just- I want to be a father. Fully. I want to come home to her. To you. I’m not asking for marriage or moving in. I just want to know if - someday - you’d think about it.”

She stood up.

I froze.

She walked to the window.

Opened it.

Let the night air in.

Then whispered, “You waited until everything felt good to say this.”

I didn’t respond.

“Do you know what it feels like to hear that the second I trust you again, you want to take me away from everything I rebuilt?”

“I’m not trying to take you,” I said quietly. “I’m trying to give us somewhere to grow.”

Her shoulders tensed.

And just like that, the perfect day was gone.

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I didn’t sleep.

Not even for a second.

I stared at the ceiling while he breathed beside me- slow, steady, unaware that my mind was tearing itself apart in real time.

Seoul.

I shouldn’t have been surprised.

But I was.

I thought we were safe here. In this apartment. On this couch. In this version of life where things were small and quiet and real.

But maybe that was naive.

Because Seoul meant everything we weren’t.

Cameras.

Schedules.

Airports.

Secrets.

Distance.

It meant the version of him that ghosted me. The version of him that chose ambition over love and couldn’t even say goodbye.

I watched him sleep for an hour before I finally moved.

Slipped out of bed. I walked barefoot to the living room and curled up on the couch with a blanket and a hundred racing thoughts.

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By the time the sun rose, my chest ached.

When he padded in wearing a hoodie half-zipped, hair wild- I was still curled there, staring at nothing.

He sat on the floor beside me, quiet.

Then:

“I’m sorry.”

I turned slowly.

“For what?”

“For saying it last night. For how I said it. For not asking if you were ready.”

I nodded once.

Then said the thing I’d been avoiding for hours.

“What happens when the spotlight comes back on?”

He blinked.

“What?”

“What happens when the fans scream louder than me? When you’re booked for twenty hours a day and Eun Ae forgets what your voice sounds like? What happens when I ask for more and it’s inconvenient?”

His face fell.

“I’m not that person anymore.”

“But you were,” I whispered. “You were, and I forgave you for me. But now I have to protect her. And I don’t know if I can trust you not to break her heart the same way you broke mine.”

He looked down.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t fight.

Just… let it hit.

“You want me to move across the world for you,” I said, voice shaking. “And I’m still trying to figure out how to stay in the same room as you without crying.”

That one landed.

Hard.

He looked up.

“I don’t want you to move for me. I want you to move because it might give us a chance to build something together. For her. For us. But I’m not asking you to pack a bag.”

I closed my eyes.

“I’m asking you,” he continued softly, “to think about it.”

I stood.

Backed away.

Then said- because it was the only thing I could say:

“I need space.”

He nodded.

“I’ll pick her up from school,” he said gently. “You rest.”

And then he left.

No door slam.

No fight.

Just quiet.

Too quiet.

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 day ago

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ABBY ONE SHOT PLEASEEE!!! thank you!! 😊

'Stupid Abby distracting me with his stupid abs and his stupid flexing, what's taking him so long.' You grumbled as you made your way to the couch, arms full of sweetsnacks, once again making your supossed issues for the man known to the audience of no one but yourself; Yet you knew better as you knew the truth. He was five mintues late, again.

Recently you swore that the chisled ruby pink haired man had developed a weird habbit for always flexing his muscles whenever you were nearby, almsot as though he had a sixth sense for when you happened to be in the vicinity, where he would lay in wait in the most weirdest pose you have ever seen as he tries his hardest to flex the buttons off of his intentionally tight fitting shirt. You didn't think much of it at first, finding a man so obsessed with his own physique to be a man you never should hold up a mirror to him, fearing that he'd fall in love with his own reflextion like the vain person he was.

Now however it seemed as though it was something he would do to get your reaction, of which he was yet to earn, while all you wanted was to be left alone for more then five minutes but Abby didn't seem to understand the notion of not needing to constantly be within the publics atention. Yet the one thing you were still wondering was why it was always you that Abby seemed to keep doing this to, sure he did it whenever he saw the opertunity to, but it was always you that seemed to have to endure his never ending need to flex what he's got.

'He definitly likes you.' Zoey said to you once and you scoffed.

'Who? Abby? The man is more in love with the idea he can break off the buttons of every shirt he owned,' You replied, finding the notion ridiculous, yet somewhere within you wanted to hold out hope that was the truth, even if it was a small amount, 'He doesn't like me because he's only doing this for an reaction, not because he geuninely likes me in the slightest.'

'But he does!' Zoey continues her claims as she grips your arm. 'He always looks at you when he does it and totally gets huffy when you don't look his way, so he tries to stand closer to you in hopes that would work, only to get huffy again when you don't show a slightest amount of interest in him.' This was true as you could remebered how often his shoulder would brush up your own, yet you forced yourself into not giving in and looking at him and instead kept your gaze elsewhere, it wasn't as though you were trying to play hard to get for you weren't trying anything at all but minding your own buissness.

You kept Zoey's words in mind and would notice that Abby would try to stand closest to you as he physcially could, daring to throw his arm over your shoulder on some occasions, but didn't do much else then throw a couple of winks and smirks your way that made you wish you were at home in comfty pyjama's and eat food you probaly shouldn't but did becuase it's disgustingly too good to ignore.

Anytime he would ask what you were planning on doing later, you'd only shrug and say; 'Stay at home, watch movies and shows i've now been spoiled on thanks to the internet, and be left alone since i've done enough social interaction for one lifetime.' You could've just said you were a major homebody but just felt the need to add onto it for some weird need to over share what it was that you would be doing.

Which leads you to your current perdicament as you sat on the couch, dressed in your comfiest pyjamas you could find within the depths of your room, just about ready to start your first film and delve into your stash of snacks when you forgot one important thing and were about to call for him until you felt two strong arms drap over your shoulders.

'Were you about to start movie night without me? i thought we agreeded that we wouldn't start the movie without the other.' Abby says as he kisses your head, smiling as you look at him with a faux look of annoyance.

'Not if you were trying to flex your pyjama shirt off again, you snoze you loose if you miss the first five minutes of the movie and become confused on what's happening plotwise.' You replied as Abby slips his arms off of you and moved to sit down next to you, bringing you into his side before opening his mouth, looking at you expectantly.

'What?' you asked.

'Treat.' Abby replied. 'feed me a treat.'

'lazy.' You muttered playfully under your breath as you plucked a jellybean, pulling your fingers away just before he could playfully nip at your fingers.

'Heard that.' Abby said as he pinched your side but kept you close with a strong grip so you couldn't get away from him, instead accepting your fate as you rest your head against his chest as the first movie of many began to play.

You and Abby had been dating for months and you couldn't have been happier for inviting him over to watch a movie a while back, now it was something that has become that you two did together.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 day ago

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In Disguise | Yandere Illumi Zoldyck

Thinking about Illumi Zoldyck totally annoyed and somehow roped into helping his brother on some silly quest. He hates how the stakes are so high that he has to be involved while putting the heir of the Zoldyck name and former masterpiece+. Being officially hired on top of this this whole mission is an annoyance. Even more so that he has to work so closely with the two idiots who seem to cling to him the most.

“Oi Oi Illumi you and I can do the disguise part. That’ll be fun right?”

“What genius idea have you for disguises, (Y/n)?”

“Glad you asked my friendly magician I shall tell you.”

While he was used to the antics of Hisoka, you were new. Apparently a rogue power that Kil and the other one had befriended on their random adventures. It bothered Illumi deep down that he had no record of this new character. They weren’t especially strong and their personality wasn’t incredibly charming but they were always smiling; kind of like that other one. Perhaps Kil had discovered his type. Such a thing seemed a reasonable enough answer as he listened to you rattle on about something entirely unrelated to the mission to come. He’d never admit but he was grateful Hisoka brought you back on topic.

“Now what were we talking about?”

“The plan. Your disguise?”

“Oh right! Illumi I think you’ll make the perfect girlfriend!”

He wished he could kill them, he really wishes he could. But he holds his tongue listening to this crackpot idea he could’ve easily done my massacring security and eliminating all who got in his way. But as you had told him when he suggested it, “this mission is delicate” and you all “must have tact.” The client was very explicit when they spoke about not killing you, and occassionally he thinks it’d be easier to kill the client instead. But he makes a calculative decision to endure, after all where else has he seen Kil smile like that.

“Okay remember the plan, your my fiance Annette Vandecloss and Monsieur Perush.”

“Parish.”

“What?!”

“The identities we are Annette Vandecloss and Monsieur Parish.”

“Oh right, haha I’ll remember that!”

This was going to go terribly.

Despite his concerns and the acting he deems completely cartoonish somehow…it works. Dressed androgynously and being incredibly outspoken, you’ve become the life of the party. The other elite and idiot guests swarming around you like flies on a corpse. He chalks this distaste to the inconvenience of attention, usually being something he avoids for a successful mission.

“Oh Annette darling please don’t frown,” you grab on his chin and rub at the corner of his lip. All to sell the act. “My love please fix your face, you look horrified.”

This was absurd. More eyes were on the both of you and if he didn’t act soon this mission would be in jeopardy. He hoped Hisoka wasn’t watching the footage like he said he would.

“I’m so sorry I just realized I need the bathroom, where is it?" As if he didn’t already know.

“Oh uh down the corridor to the left.”

“Thank you. Come with me dear?” I’m not asking.

“Ohhh uh you know women hee hee I’m sure I’ll be back in a moments time!”

Neither of you speak on the slip up+ performance so far instead detouring to one of the private bedrooms where their target is. There Kil and the green one are waiting, still deciphering the code to get it.

“Killua seriously please hurry it up we have to get back!”

“I know I know just hold on.”

The door creaks and Illumi is fully prepared to send a needle into the intruder's skull. Only for him to hear a muttered curse from you, followed by “This better be worth it.” Faster than he bothered to react to your hands were around his waist pulling tightly at the satin fabric. Held against your own body you position him against wall near the door. Previously he’d accommodated your height but that had worn off by now, but the difference was clear. Using all your brain power you make use of the foot rest nearby return to cage Illumi against the wall. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what this was. Still his eyes widened when he felt your hands tangle in his hair and your hot and desperate mouth practically consuming his painted lips.

The door clicks open with the unsuspecting host, who jumps at the sight; not opening the door any further as they watch the new couple passionately makeout. Pretending to open your closed eyes to look lovingly at ‘Annette’, you ‘realize’ you have an audience.

“Oh my apologies. Annette really needed some…affection and I didn’t think the bathroom was the right place to do this kind of thing.”

The host stutters out a “no problem” with a furious blush and a walk that meant the whole party would know before the night ended. Thankfully that distraction left you all undisturbed and for Kil to freely finish the job and escape without detection.

“Come on Annette we can’t dip from the party without reentering. Too suspicious.”

He doesn’t respond, perfectly maintaining the role of the trophy fiance as he purposely makes a show of fixing the smudged lipstick on his lips. The rest of the night goes off without a hitch, you maintain the charisma of the identity and Illumi doesn’t break character again why did he do that in the first place.

After exiting the party, you both quickly made your way to the rendezvous point. You rejoicing with Kil and the others about the successful mission. Hisoka, of course pridefully smirks as he watches Illumi make quick work of his disguise.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say this look quite suited you.”

“Silence or I’ll rip out your tongue.”

He ignores the continuous innuendos Hisoka makes as they both collect their payment. After being threatened by a concerning character to leave Kil and the other thing alone, both he and Hisoka depart but not before speaking with you one last time.

“Seeya girlfriend!”

How annoyingly chipper you are still with the smudged lipstick on your lips. It’s sickening how your smile and wave replay in his mind as he takes the blimp home. Disgusting how in the ale he orders he still sees your face. Vomit inducing when he replays your voice on the recording he was using to report Kil’s behavior.

“You seem distracted, anything in particular?”

“I’ve come to despise all the company my little brother keeps.”

“All of it or is it just one person in particular?”

“Silence.”

On second though, maybe the smiling ones were his type too.

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The Edges of Us: Chapter 15

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Will Lenney x fem reader; George Clarke x fem reader

Summary: Y/N has always been close to George—but everything changes when she catches feelings for his sharp-tongued, infuriatingly charming friend, Will. Torn between loyalty and desire, Y/N finds herself caught in a messy tangle of friendship, secrets, and unexpected love.

Word Count: 5k+

Note: THANK YOU ALL so much for the love recently!!! i would like to say my plan for this series has uhhhh changed and gotten a lot longer. oops. I'm just having too much fun.

I'm also making a more conscious effort to make Will sound more northern and not... like me. lol.

xxx

It’s hot. I’m sweating, but I’m used to it. I mean, 28 degrees? Please. That’s barely warm enough to make me swap out a T-shirt for a tank top in Brisbane, much less make me act like the heat is out to get me.

Will, however, is acting like he’s being slowly roasted alive. Every few minutes, I hear him let out a dramatic sigh, dragging his hand through his hair like he’s in some action movie.

“It’s so hot,” he complains, again, standing by the car with his arms stretched out. “I’m melting man.”

I roll my eyes and grab a box of kitchen supplies. “Will, it’s 28 degrees. Get over it. You’ve lived through worse.”

He throws me a look, eyes half-closed, clearly trying to will the sweat off his brow. “You’re a freak. It’s like a bloody oven out here. How are you not sweatin’?”

I can’t help but laugh. “Mate, Brisbane summers? This is nothing. You’re just soft.”

He groans, but he keeps going, lifting a box into the car, his motions slow and exaggerated, clearly feeling the heat more than he’s letting on. “Swear down, you’re built different. Like—proper freak behaviour.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I say, swatting him away a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Now stop complaining and help me get these boxes in.”

We fall into an easy rhythm, loading the car in relative silence, save for his occasional grumble about the weather and me offering completely unhelpful advice about drinking more water or manifesting a breeze.

As he sets a final box down, he pauses. “By the way, Monaco’s coming up,” he says, almost casually.

I blink at him. “Right. The brand trip.”

He nods, wiping his hands on the front of his shirt. “Still wish you were coming. Would’ve been fun.”

I try to smile, but it falters before it can settle. “Yeah, I know. Just... can’t really take time off right now. Not after taking a week off to move.”

He shrugs, but there’s something unreadable in the way he looks at me then—like he’s trying to decide whether or not to say more. But he doesn’t. Just gives a half-smile and closes the boot with a soft thud.

I gesture toward the flat. “I’ve got one last thing to grab. Wait here.”

He nods, already pulling out his phone, probably to melt into TikTok or some group chat with his mates. And I walk back inside, my chest feeling just a little too tight for the temperature outside.

I hurry back upstairs, my feet moving faster than my mind. I grab the last of my toiletries — shampoo, face wash, deodorant. The essentials. There's a knot in my stomach, one I can’t quite shake. The move is almost done, but I can’t ignore that nagging feeling. Like something’s missing, or I’ve forgotten something important. I try not to dwell on it. It’s just change. And change is always weird.

Stuffing the last of my bathroom things into a bag, I glance around my old room. The bed’s gone, the space left behind a queen-sized hole in the middle of the mountain of boxes. Honestly, it’s already filling up fast. I have no idea how Will and I managed to disassemble and reassemble that bed earlier today. It's impressive. We’re like a chaotic, sleep-deprived IKEA team.

I turn to head downstairs and almost trip on the way down. It’s hard to focus with everything in my head. But then I hear voices from the garage—Will and George. I slow, listening, unsure if I’m about to walk in on something awkward. But instead of that, I hear... laughter?

Only, it’s not quite right. Not full laughter. Just short bursts—sharp and a little too controlled. The conversation is light on the surface, but something about the tone feels clipped. Like they’re both working overtime to keep things casual.

I hesitate at the bottom of the stairs, caught in the strange stillness of it. It sounds friendly, but not warm. Not really. Still, the quiet illusion of normalcy settles something small in my chest. Whatever weirdness I was bracing for... maybe I imagined it.

I take a breath and push open the door to the garage.

They’re standing by the car, both with arms crossed now. Will’s leaning back against the car like he’s trying to appear relaxed, while George’s hands are deep in his pockets, his expression unreadable—but not unfriendly. Just... closed.

When they see me, their voices quiet down a bit, but it’s not awkward. George gives me that warm, open smile. "Alright, I guess you’re all packed then?"

I nod, trying to keep things light. "Yeah, just about."

George looks around the garage. "Looks like you’ve got most of it sorted. Where’s the rest of the chaos?"

"Already at the new place," I say, laughing a little. "I swear, it looks like a small disaster zone upstairs. But it’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll remember whatever I forgot once I’m halfway to my new place."

Will is still leaning against his car, and is pulling out his phone, his fingers scrolling idly across the screen.

George chuckles, nodding. "Sounds like a good plan."

Then his smile fades just a little, a flicker of something more serious. I glance at him and realize it’s not the same relaxed George from before. He looks almost... sad? Maybe not sad. Just distant.

I don't know why, but I feel like there’s more he’s not saying. And then, just as I’m about to ask him about it, he speaks again.

"So, uh, I guess this is really happening, huh?"'

I blink, surprised at the question. "Yeah. It is."

He gives me a small, sheepish smile. "I didn’t realize you were moving today... I thought I had more time to mentally prepare for this."

I raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean? I swear I told you."

George rubs the back of his neck, looking genuinely apologetic. "I guess I just wasn’t paying attention. I should’ve caught on."

I laugh, surprised. "Well, I mean, if it helps, I can make it up to you. Maybe take you out to dinner sometime? It'll make up for eight months of rent-free living."

He raises an eyebrow, that usual smirk of his returning. "Only took you the better part of a year to 'find your feet,' huh?" He's grinning now. "But seriously, yeah, let's get dinner. Just us, like old times."

I feel a little lighter after that exchange. Not everything has to be so heavy. And George... well, George has always had a way of making things feel more manageable, even if it's just for a moment.

"Alright," I say, trying to get Will's attention. "Well, I guess we better get going before Will starts complaining about the heat again."

George laughs, and I feel like it's the most natural thing in the world. Will makes a grumbly noise in response.

George grins, and look over at Will, still leaning against the car, clearly a little too hot for his liking. He looks up from his phone, clearly grumpy.

"Ooh, look at me, I’m from Australia! This is nowt but a light breeze. Back home I’d be wearin’ a jumper in this!" Will says, putting on the worst Aussie accent I’ve ever heard.

I roll my eyes, grinning. “Alright, alright,” I say, nudging him with my shoulder. “Come on then, Captain Dramatic We’ve got flatpacks to conquer, not a heatwave survival guide to write.”

I glance at George one last time, giving him a half-smile, and he gives me one back, this time just a little more thoughtful. I turn away quickly before I second-guess anything, and head for the car, trying to ignore the strange feeling that seems to be hanging in the air.

We climb into Will’s car—a plush, newish Lexus. Nice, but not flashy. I’m still vaguely shocked he even drives. I always figured the Londoner in him would've ditched his license the moment he figured out the Tube.

He starts the engine, and the air-con kicks in with a low hum. I buckle in, glancing over at him. He’s leaning back in his seat, eyes closed for a second, one hand dragging across his forehead like the heat's physically punishing him.

Usually, he'd be complaining by now—some dramatic monologue about the temperature or the boxes or my “questionable” packing system. But he’s quiet. Not silent, just… duller. Dimmed, somehow. Like he’s buffering.

At first, I chalk it up to the heat. Or maybe he's just tired. We’ve been lugging boxes around all morning.

But then he looks at me—just for a second—and it’s not the usual cheeky, half-smirking Will. It’s more distant. Like he's there, but not really plugged in. I blink, trying to brush off the weird feeling twisting in my stomach.

Something’s off. I just don’t know what yet.

“You alright?” I ask, looking at him sideways.

He blinks, shakes his head as if coming out of a trance. “Yeah. Just… tired. Heat’s getting to me, I guess.”

I raise an eyebrow but don’t push it. “I told you to stop acting like it’s the end of the world.”

Will lets out a small chuckle, but it’s a bit too forced. “Right, right. I’m fine.”

The silence between us feels heavier now, like something’s pulling us in opposite directions, but I can’t figure out what. I want to ask him what’s changed, why he’s so off, but something stops me. Maybe it’s because I’m starting to get that feeling in my stomach—the one that always comes up when things are shifting and I’m not sure where they’re going.

Is he regretting helping me move? It's been a big day already and it's not even 11am. Is he realising that the boyfriendy side of things is just not for him - not with me?

His hands are gripping the wheel just a little too tightly, his jaw tense. He’s not saying much, and I’m starting to wonder if he’s been this quiet because of the heat—or because of something else.

I try to shove the thoughts down, like stuffing too much laundry into a washing machine and praying the door shuts.

I glance at him as we drive. “You good?” I ask again, this time gentler. “I know moving’s a pain. Don’t feel like you have to go to IKEA with me today.” I pause. “Or any day.”

He doesn’t answer immediately, just looks out at the road, like the answer’s in the next postcode somewhere. After a beat, he finally turns toward me—but only halfway, like when people drive and can’t fully take their eyes off the road, but want you to know they’re there. His lips curl into a tired smile. “Yeah. I’m good. Just… a lot going on today.”

I nod, but something about his tone makes me feel like he’s not talking about moving. Maybe it’s just me overthinking, but the tension in the air feels like it’s building up, like something’s about to happen and I don’t know what.

By the time we arrive, I’m more confused than ever. Will is quiet, his eyes darting around like he’s searching for something he can’t find. The second we park in the dim, slightly echoey underground garage of the new flat, he seems to snap back into focus.

The hum of distant cars and the faint flicker of fluorescent lights fill the space around us. I’m halfway through unbuckling my seatbelt, reaching for my purse, when Will’s voice cuts through the quiet.

“Do you think George will be alright with all this?” he asks suddenly, low and careful.

George.

Always back to George.

I freeze, the movement stalling mid-air. “What?”

“You know, with you moving out, and all the… changes?” His eyes stay fixed on the dashboard, but I can tell there’s something heavier behind the question.

I shrug, trying to keep it casual. “He’s fine. He hasn’t said anything. He’ll be alright.”

But deep down, I know I’m only telling part of the truth. George hasn’t said anything — and I’m not sure if that’s because he’s really okay with it, or if he’s still pretending it doesn’t matter.

But , let’s be real — I was offered his spare room until I ‘found my feet.’ I’ve done that now. This move was always the plan.

Will’s gaze flickers toward me again, studying me like he’s trying to figure out if I’m hiding something. He doesn’t say anything else, but the quiet between us feels even more loaded now. Like there’s a question hanging in the air that neither of us is brave enough to ask.

I start to open the car door, but Will’s voice stops me.

“I just… don’t want you to get caught up in all that,” he says, his tone a little off. It’s a weird mix of hesitant and serious. “I just want this to be… easy, you know?”

I glance over at him, brow furrowed. “This?”

“Us,” he says, a little too quickly. His eyes flick to the steering wheel, then back at me. It’s like he’s testing the word out, trying to make it sound right. “I want this to be simple. Not… complicated.”

I blink, trying to catch up. My heart thuds a little too loudly in my chest. “Okay,” I say, though it doesn’t sound as certain as I want it to. “I mean, yeah. I don’t want it to be complicated either.”

Will doesn’t respond right away. His fingers drum on the steering wheel, but his gaze is still fixed ahead, distant. It’s like something’s shifted in the space between us, and I can’t put my finger on what it is.

I feel the tension in my own chest now, the weight of all the unspoken things lingering in the air. I want to ask him what’s going on, but he looks so… careful, like he’s trying to hold everything together, but not quite sure how.

Finally, he exhales, his face still unreadable. “Yeah, just don’t… don’t make it harder than it has to be, okay?”

I nod slowly, unsure of what to say. “Sure. I mean, that’s what I want too.”

Will glances at me again, then turns his attention back to the 'tenants parking only' sign in front of him. He takes a deep breath like he’s steeling himself for something, but I still can’t tell what.

And just like that, I’m left with a pit in my stomach. Something’s off. But I can’t figure out what.

xxx

“See?” he says with a grin, setting down his Swedish meatballs like it’s a proper treat. “All I needed was a bit of scran and some proper cooling. Maybe I was a bit narky before.”

I roll my eyes, teasing him, “A bit? You were practically melting.”

He chuckles, his whole posture shifting as he takes his first bite. “I’ll admit it. I’m naff with heat.”

“You’re from England,” I say, sarcastic, “You don’t even have heat.”

Will shrugs, clearly in a much better mood now that his belly’s full. “That’s fair enough. But I’m still all about the AC and meatballs, so I’ll keep moaning anyway.”

We laugh, and for the first time today, everything feels... easy. The tension that had been hanging between us is gone. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was the awkwardness of that earlier conversation. Either way, we’re back to being ourselves, and I can’t help but feel a little lighter.

xxx

Will nudges me as we walk through one of the showrooms, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m tellin’ ya, we could build a proper fort with all these pillows,” he says, grabbing a stack and chucking one at me.

I barely catch it, and it lands in my lap with a soft thud. “Alright, now you’re just daft,” I laugh, tossing it back.

But he’s already grabbed two more, lobbing them at me like some kind of cosy siege. I duck, giggling, and throw one back, barely missing his face. We both crack up, and for a moment, it feels like we’re in our own little world, just mucking about.

Suddenly, he reaches out, grabs my hand, and before I can protest, pulls me over to the nearest couch. He sits me down and settles beside me, his arm brushing against mine. It’s the first time he’s touched me today, and I feel a flutter in my chest — subtle but electric.

“Alright, that’s enough pillow warfare,” I say, trying to steady my breath between laughs. “We’ve got a flat to furnish, not a pillow fort to build.”

Will grins, squeezing my hand lightly. “Who says we can’t do both, eh?”

“You’re impossible,” I say, shaking my head, but the smile on my face gives me away.

“Impossible in a good way, yeah?” he says, giving me a cheeky grin.

I roll my eyes, but can’t help but smile wider. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“Proper lucky, that,” he says with a wink. “Otherwise, I’d be knackered.”

A bit later, after Will’s just given me some proper rubbish advice on picking a rug, he suddenly points at this massive sectional sofa. “I’m tellin’ ya, if you ever need a couch, that one’s a belter.” Without waitin’ for a word, he legged it across the showroom and flopped down on it like he owned the place. “Comfort’s where it’s at, innit? This is the future of proper lounging, no two ways about it.”

I laugh. “I’m pretty sure it can’t fit in the flat, though.”

He grins, clearly having a blast picking out pieces he thinks I’ll need. “Well, I’d offer me help, but I’m pretty sure ma back would give out if I tried to lift this entire thing.”

I scan the shelves, trying to decide what I need. “I’m thinking just the smaller stuff today —shelves, maybe, and a nice chair for reading. I don’t need another bed just yet, the guest room can wait.”

Will hums, looking at the couch section. “You sure you don’t need a couch, mate? I mean, your place is looking pretty bare without one.”

I glance over at the couches, and my stomach drops. Sure, some of them look nice... but their price tags? No thanks. "I’m good without a couch for now," I say, narrowing my eyes at a particularly overpriced one. “IKEA couches are just... too much for what they are. Honestly, I could get a much better one secondhand.”

Will raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Fair enough. But what about these shelves then? Bet you could do with a bit more storage, yeah?”

I nod, already thinking about how messy things tend to get when there’s no proper place for anything. "Yeah, I definitely need more storage. Maybe some bookshelves, or something to hang my future plants on."

We continue walking through the showroom, and Will’s already grabbing a couple of things to throw in the cart—mostly small items like picture frames and throw blankets. I’m distracted by a sleek little coffee table when Will’s voice cuts through my thoughts.

“You sure you wanna keep that knackered old bedside table?” he says, referring to my bedside table he unceremoniously shoved in his car boot this morning. “Thing’s seen better days, hasn’t it? Looks like it’s been through a war.”

I cross my arms. “What’s wrong with it?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “I like it. Reev found it for me on Facebook Marketplace. It’s got character.”

Will looks at me like I’ve just suggested I buy a whole set of porcelain garden gnomes. “Character? You mean ‘fallin’ to bits, smells like joss sticks’ chic? That thing’s got more wobble than a dodgy pub stool.

I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “You’re being dramatic. Besides, it’s perfectly functional. It was free! And it’s got history.”

He snorts. “History? Yeah, if by history you mean ‘cheap’ and ‘fallin' apart.’” He glances over at the matching tables, clearly imagining how they’d look together. “Come on, you could get two nice matching ones for not much more than the price of that... whatever that thing is."

I scowl at him, pretending to be offended. “First of all, it's vintage. Second of all, it was free. Third of all, I like it.”

Will grins. "Alright, alright. But you know I’m right."

I roll my eyes. “Sure, Will. You’re totally right. I’ll just get rid of my, incense-scented treasure I inherited from my friend.”

“Alright, alright—y’win. But at least get yourself a desk, yeah? Sommat that’s not hangin’ on by a thread.”

"Deal," I say, chuckling, and add a couple of shelves to the cart.

After we’ve picked out what feels like half the store, we start sorting through what will fit in his car and what will have to be delivered. Will's getting into the logistics of it all, calculating how many boxes will fit in the backseat and whether we’ll need to make two trips, and what can be delivered straight to the flat by next week. I’m genuinely impressed with how well he’s handling it—it's like he's done this before.

“Alright,” Will says with a satisfied smile, tapping his phone screen, “If we play it smart, we can squeeze the lamp, shelves, an’ all them baskets in one trip. But I’m tellin’ ya now—if I’ve gotta play Tetris with the boot, I’ll be expectin’ a medal at the end of it.”

“I’ll buy you a drink,” I say, half-joking. “I’ll even let you pick where.”

“Deal,” he says, grinning wide.

xxx

We make it back to the flat just as the afternoon sun starts to dip, the air still warm but not as suffocating as it was earlier. Will’s already started on building the set of shelves—he’s got the instructions spread out in front of him, his brow furrowed in concentration. He’s quiet, focused, his usual commentary missing as he clicks the pieces together. The speaker hums softly in the background, playing a playlist we threw together in the car. It's a mix of chilled-out tunes and random 90s hits. It's nice, and it still feels more curated than spontaneous.

I sit on the floor, sorting through boxes scattered around me, labeling everything like it matters more than it does. Clothes in one pile, kitchen stuff in another. Books to the left, random knick-knacks to the right. The only sounds are the rattle of tools and a barely-there synth line from the speaker. It should feel comforting. And maybe it does. Mostly.

I glance over as he places the final shelf onto the frame. “Hey,” I say, breaking the silence. “You want a snack or

something?”

He looks up, blinking like I’ve pulled him out of somewhere far away. “Snack? Uh, aye, go on then. What were you thinkin’?””

I tap my chin, pretending to think. “Tesco run. Meal deal. Sandwich, crisps, drink. The works.”

That gets a smile out of him—small, not quite lighting up his whole face like it usually does. “Canne argue with that.”

“You want anything in particular?”

He shrugs. “Whatever. You know what I like.”

I pause at that—because I do, and that used to feel like something. Now it just sounds like... delegation. Like he’s keeping a hand on the door.

“Chicken and bacon?” I ask, trying to keep my voice light.

Will nods. “Classic. Thanks.”

I push to my feet, brushing off my knees. “Alright. You keep playing handyman. I’ll grab the goods.”

He gives me a half-salute, more out of habit than humour. “You got it.”

The door clicks shut behind me. The air outside feels cooler now, and for a second I can’t tell if that’s the weather or just the shift in the room I left.

When I get back, he’s finished the shelves and has started unpacking the coffee table we both agreed was a dumb purchase. He looks up when I walk in and gives me a grin—easy, practiced.

“Mission accomplished,” he says, holding up the shelf like a trophy.

I smile back, setting the Tesco bag on the counter. “You’re a natural.”

Will rummages through the bag, pulling out the sandwiches. “Perfect. You’re a legend.”

We sit side by side, eating on the floor. The music’s still playing, the crisp bags crinkling in our hands. The quiet isn’t awkward—but it’s not full, either. It’s the kind of silence that gives space, not comfort.

I keep waiting for him to lean in, to say something, to make a joke or ask how I’m feeling about the move. But he just eats, legs stretched out in front of him, nodding along to the music like he's somewhere else entirely.

Still, I don’t say anything. I just lean into it. Because maybe this is what it’s supposed to feel like. Simple. Easy.

I’m not sure what snaps him out of it, but suddenly he turns to me, mouth still half-full of sandwich.

“This is crass, but—”

“Oh god, here we go,” I mutter under my breath, already preparing for whatever nonsense he’s about to spout.

"I'm excited to fuck you on every new surface in your new gaff.”

“William!" I gasp, nearly choking on my crisp. "You could’ve just said 'christen the flat'!”

“Aye, but that doesn’t quite get the message across, does it?” he grins, his laughter bubbling up as he proudly enjoys the shock he’s caused.

A heat spreads across my cheeks. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it too—the idea of us here, in my flat with no roommates who will make a comment in the kitchen in the morning.

xxx

The next week feels like a blur. I spend most of it making trips to ASDA and TKMaxx, picking up whatever I can—throw pillows, mismatched kitchen utensils, a few random plants that will probably die within a month. But it’s all mine now. It’s starting to feel like a home, slowly but surely.

I found a couch on Facebook Marketplace. It’s nothing special—well, it’s actually a little lumpy, and the cushions are a weird shade of beige—but it's better than nothing, and it’s mine. I post the details on Airtasker and within an hour, I’ve got a guy lined up to move it for me. It’s a little sad how exciting that feels, but it’s progress.

I’m making my way through the week, one trip to Pinterest board at a time, when Will starts coming over after work. He’s been really sweet about it all—helping me with whatever I need, always offering to build furniture or move things around. Every evening, I hear the familiar sound of his keys in the door, and I can’t help but feel a little lighter.

It’s the little things. Like him bringing over takeout because I’ve “been too busy to cook” (even though I’ve definitely eaten the same instant noodles three nights in a row). Or him teasing me when I say I still haven’t figured out where to put my wine glasses, despite the fact that my shelves are almost full. The way he jokes that I’ll probably just put them on the windowsill, like some sort of millennial cliche.

And, of course, the way he always stays a little longer than he plans, helping me with my flatpack furniture, his hands steady and familiar. It’s easy to fall into this rhythm with him. It feels... natural. Like we’ve been doing this for months, even though it’s only been a week.

But there’s something off. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.

It’s like a quiet shift, subtle but impossible to ignore. He’s here almost every evening, still helping out, still making sure I don’t lose my mind trying to put together IKEA flatpacks. But the way he looks at me has changed. Maybe it’s how his smile lingers a second too short when I laugh, or how when I catch him staring, his eyes no longer hold that same playful warmth. It’s not coldness, just distance. Like he’s holding back, and I don’t know why.

When he’s close, it feels like he’s pulling away. The space between us isn’t just emotional anymore, it’s physical too. Whether we’re brushing past each other in the kitchen or lounging on the couch, I notice it—the growing gap that wasn’t there before.

The way he holds me in bed has shifted. He’s still there, still pulling me close, but it’s more like... he’s going through the motions. I miss the way he would hold me like I was worth figuring out. Like every touch meant something—like I mattered, like it was real.

Now, it’s all about getting the job done. He’s still affectionate, but it’s no longer playful or intimate. It’s like he’s trying to be present but is keeping himself on the edge, like he’s afraid to get too close. Every touch feels more like an afterthought than something genuine.

I miss the way he’d hold me until I fell asleep, his fingers running through my hair as if he wanted to memorize the way I felt. Now, it’s just quick kisses, a brief squeeze of my hand. It’s not bad, but it’s not us anymore.

I think back to that ridiculous moment on move-in day, when he joked about “christening every new surface.” Even though I sensed something was off, it felt like we were starting something real—something full of heat and laughter. But no such thing has happened yet. Now that spark feels like it’s flickering out. I miss the cheeky grin, the lightness in his voice—the way he used to be playful with me. I keep wondering if he ever really meant it, or if it was just him being funny in the moment.

I try not to let it get to me. After all, I guess we're still just friends. And friends help each other out, right?

God, it’s so silly to be this upset about not getting railed on my kitchen counter. Humbling, honestly.

But still, the way he’s pulling back, without saying anything, is driving me mad.

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strawbunni-shortcake · 2 days ago

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SPF46 (Increased Sensitivity) | Rosquez | 4.4k | read on AO3

Another late prompt fill for RPF Summer Camp! This time it's week three's sunburn and week four's size kink. Thank you so much to all the lovely people who helped me write this thing, I couldn't have done it without you! This fic also features a brief mention of muffing, which if you've never heard about before then I suggest checking out Fucking Trans Women by Mira Bellwether, it's an awesome zine by a trans woman for trans women and the people they fuck.

Vale hisses as Marc gently touches the hot red skin that stretches up her back and across her shoulders. She prays that he doesn’t say anything about it, doesn’t want to sit through another lecture about her health when she can feel a headache from the sun forming behind her eyes.

It’s just that she’s still not used to burning instead of tanning. Despite it definitely being on the list of side effects her doctor had told her about when she started taking the new medication, and Marc telling her again when he read over the little pamphlet she had immediately thrown in the trash. At the time, she had told him it didn’t matter to her and that having to get a spray tan instead of lying on a beach for a few days every two months was a small sacrifice in comparison.

Increased sensitivity was a mild way of putting it.

She had been excited to spend the afternoon lying around, showing off how well she filled out the cups of the bikini she had bought last summer. Vale had put on some of the stuff they had boxes of lying around because of Marc’s sponsorship in the morning. Then she had forgotten about reapplying it somewhere between convincing Marc that he should come and do his post-workout stretches outside and joining him to cool off in the pool.

Marc had noticed that she had started to burn before she did when the hand he was using to hold her against him in the water left behind bloodless white marks on her skin.

Vale almost regrets it. Knows she definitely will the next morning when everything is thigh and peeling. But the smooth slide of Marc’s big hands against her back as he rubs aloe onto her sun-burnt skin is a nice consolation prize.

She’s facing away from him, his naked thigh bracketing her’s as he works methodically at applying the gel all over her back. Vale can feel the water slowly soaking into the couch cushions from her shorts. They’re clinging to her and she can see as much as feel herself become blood-flushed as Marc’s hands skim over her ribs.

“All done.”

Marc shifts like he’s going to stand up, and she considers making a joke about how he’s leaving her in the wet spot. But Vale doesn’t want to break the moment, doesn’t want Marc to leave her alone while she’s as hard as she gets these days.

“I think you missed a spot.”

Vale lifts her hair to bare the back of her neck. Her curls are thick between her fingers like she’s 20 years younger. She hopes he understands what she wants without making her ask. Will know just from the sight of the thin ties that hold her top and how they beg to be undone.

“I don’t see anything.” His voice is light and indulgent, and the smile in his voice is audible.

Marc drags a single calloused fingertip down her spine, pulling back when he snags against the knotted ties holding her top on. It pulls a low hissing breath from her, the sudden shock of sensation along her back walking the knife's edge between sensual and painful.

“Maybe here?” He places his hand low on her belly, his crooked pinkie dipping low enough to brush the waistband of her board shorts. “Or is it higher?”

Vale gasps before he even touches her anticipating the aching almost overwhelming feeling of having her tits played with. She arches her back a little, pushing her chest up, putting herself on display. Vale worked hard for her tits and she wants them to be appreciated. It’s almost a disappointment when Marc stops at the last moment, letting his hands rest on her ribs, his fingers framing her chest instead.

“Higher,” it comes out strangled, a different kind of high-pitched.

Marc leans in close enough that she can feel his breath against the aloe drying on her neck. It sends a shiver across Vale’s skin, and if he moved his fingers a few centimetres up he could feel how her nipples were pebbled under the half-damp fabric of her bikini. Marc being so close but not touching her prickles at the place in Vale’s brain that tells her when she’s being stalked on track or watched by a camera lens just outside her field of vision, almost a physical presence within her.

“This high?” His hands are on her shoulders, pulling Vale close against his chest, “or maybe here?”

Marc’s big mouth is gentle against the pink skin as he trails kisses up her neck, nipping at her ear before pulling back again. It’s not what she wants, and he knows it. He is playing with her. It’s a new game, one they never played the first time around.

Vale still isn’t used to letting Marc decide, giving up control. She had spent so much of her life with an iron grip on everything and everyone around her, not able to trust herself with what she wanted. Knowing that she can trust Marc with herself and putting it into practice still feels very different. Learning how both of them have changed during the time in between then and now, even when sometimes it feels like they’ve never been apart, it’s still an adjustment.

The game Marc wants to play might be new, but Vale is a quick study when it comes to getting what she wants.

“Ahh! Please, Marc,” She whines.

Voice training is a wonderful thing that she mainly uses for imitating the squeaky needy tone girls’ use in porn that makes them sound like pathetic and horny birds left out in the rain. Marc hides his in her neck as he snickers, and maybe she is laying it on a bit thick.

“Please, please, daddy I-”

He’s laughing properly now. Cackling with his whole body so that Vale can feel it shake through both of them. Both of them remembering how she had reacted the first time Marc had tried out that title in bed without warning that she refuses to let him forget.

“Stop,” Marc struggles to breathe through the laughter, “Stop, okay. I said I was sorry.”

Vale can still feel him smiling against her neck, and she tips her head back against him so he can see the self-satisfied grin on her face in response.

Marc rolls his eyes at Vale, “You’re awful,” He tells her, but he’s finally starting to move towards what she wants.

Marc keeps his hands soft as he finally gets his hands on her tits. Vale thinks he’s still a little bit scared from the first time he had touched budding tits and how she had screamed when he sucked a nipple into his mouth as forcefully as she used to do to him. She’s still more sensitive now. Even as the growing pains receded the new found connection between her tits and her clit remained.

Cupping her from below as he thumbs her nipples through her bikini top. Vale puts her hands over his as she pushes her chest up into his hands, letting him know that he can touch her properly. Marc responds with a pinch that makes Vale gasp from the pain and her clit twitch in her shorts. She fumbles for the ties of her top, wanting to feel his hands on her skin properly.

It takes a bit of work. Now that he's got his hands on her, Marc is reluctant to let go of her again, but Vale manages to undo the bow at the back of her neck by herself.

As soon as the cups of her bathing suit fall, Marc’s hands are on her again, his calloused fingers work over her nipples as he resumes mouthing at her neck in a way Vale knows will leave her with another set of marks to worry about tomorrow. Finally free of her top Vale sighs, letting herself lean back into Marc’s chest, and immediately regrets it. The burn on her back prickles sharply at the contact, and leaves her gasping in a very different kind of pain.

Marc lets go of her immediately, hands hovering over her breasts, awkwardly worried that he was the source of the pain. Vale probably isn’t helping as she’s curled forward with her shoulders up around her ears. The feeling of the tacky aloe sticking their skin together before being pulled apart is one she never wants to experience again. It had burned like salt in an open wound.

“It’s fine,” Even though it’s not. Marc’s worry feels like a physical force as he hovers, hypocrite.

“We can stop, and-”

There’s nothing she wants less than to stop. Instead, Vale crawls a little up the couch, pulling the tie at her back undone as she goes before flopping down.

She has to bite back a hiss. The weave of the fabric feels rough against the tender skin on her back, but it’s not the same hot shock of Marc’s chest against her sunburn, and it settles quickly into something dull and manageable. It helps that Marc is quick to follow her, kissing his way back up to her tits to soothe her pain.

Any lingering ache from her sunburn quickly disappears under his mouth as he licks a hot stripe across one nipple before switching to the other. His fingers rolling the pebbled tip before squeezing gently. He switches again, and the warm early summer air feels frigid on her skin once his mouth leaves her.

She’s happy to lay there and let him work her over, Marc’s cock is thick and hot where it’s pressed against her a sign that he is too.

The thrum of arousal in her veins is back, and she can feel herself react to him playing with her tits. She was already struggling with getting hard, and starting estrogen had killed any dreams of things being exactly the same as before. Her shorts are still damp enough to hide the wet patch forming, but she can feel it. How the fabric rubbing against her as Marc grinds against her hip has taken on a different, smoother quality.

She rewards him by raking her nails down his back, pulling a moan from him that she feels against her skin more than hears. Marc pays her back by sucking a hickie on her chest, nipping at the sensitive skin before he lets her pull him away and into a kiss.

When he comes, he comes happily. Biting at her bottom lip, asking for access. She opens up for him. Marc licks into her mouth, eager and a little bit sloppy with want.

Vale is the one to break the kiss too. Leaving her own mark high on his neck in retaliation before pulling back to look at him. She rubs a thumb across his cheek, tracing the shadows under his eyes. The sun catches the glittery stars and moons painted on the butter yellow background of her nails as she does, proof that they’ve both changed in the interim.

“What are you thinking about?”

“What lies are you going to tell everyone about how you got this,” She scrapes her nail over his neck to watch him shiver.

“Maybe I’ll tell them the truth, that a cougar got her teeth into me.”

Marc dips down, swallowing her laughter with a kiss, and Vale forgets about teasing him anymore as he grinds their hips together. She wants to feel him against her without the fabric barrier between them. But when Vale tries to wiggle out of her shorts, they get stuck around her hips, refusing to move anymore.

Vale wants to whine when Marc breaks the kiss to help her. But it takes both of them struggling together to peel her shorts off. She has to briefly contort herself into a position she wouldn’t have been flexible enough to hold before Marc had cajoled her into trying his yoga routine. When Vale lifts her hips to help Marc slide them off, she feels like the half-dry aloe on her back will leave her stuck to the fabric forever. And then finally they’re off. They make a wet smack when Marc drops them to the floor.

Vale locks her ankles behind his back, pulling him in closer. Only stopping when Marc is firmly in the cradle of her thighs. It destabilizes Marc enough that it forces him to pitch forward and catch himself on one hand or crush her. They're pressed together from hip to shoulder. He’s so hot against her cooler skin, hard where she's soft now. When she coaxes him into leaning down to kiss her Vale can't help the shiver that rolls through her as Marc’s dick rubs up against her.

He’s big, he’s always been big. Long and thick, it was the kind of dick you see in porn. Obscene and only good for making girls cry as it splits them open. She's always known Marc to be waxed clean, even his fat balls and the tight furl of his hole were hairless. He was shameless about having everything on display.

The first time she had seen his dick Vale had mocked him for it calling it useless. Even back when she could still get hard every time, the difference between them was visible. Vale was 16 cm, perfectly average, checked against an old school ruler and then rechecked several times with all the anxiety of a teenager worried about measuring up. When she had sized up Marc against her hand, wanting to see how many of her fingers it took to approximate his size, the sight of three of her fingers loosely pushed together had lingered long after she had left him well fucked and happily sleeping off his win in bed.

The thought sat within Vale all the way back home, stuck in her throat and tight in her chest. It wasn't until she was hidden away from the rest of the world with several locked doors and a few kilometers of hilly untilled land between her and the nearest person, an old race playing loudly on the tv at the end of her bed and the hair dryer plugged into the bedside outlet she let herself explore it.

For all the noise outside the ensuite door, the sound of her breath, a little too ragged for a professional athlete, felt expansive in the relative quiet as she lay in the empty bathtub staring up at the ceiling. She hasn't brought lube, and had planned to use spit, half hoping that it might stop her prematurely. But there was already a tube perched on the edge of the tub from the last time she had jerked off in here.

She hadn’t been fucked in years. Wouldn’t let herself be touched there if anyone was even brave enough to ask.

When Marc told her that usually he used two fingers instead of her suggested three Vale had laughed at the idea of anyone letting him fuck them with it. With three of her own fingers not thrusting just holding her open Vale had been harder than maybe she'd ever been in her life, leaking against her belly untouched like it wouldn't count if she didn't cum.

Vale had thought about how when she had fucked Marc he had been long enough that when she bottomed out the head of his dick would catch against her bellybutton and she was barely two knuckles deep, her hips has bucked instinctively. The sudden press of her crooked pinkie against the slick rim of her hole and the feeling of her body giving way to it had been enough to push her over the edge.

Marc runs a finger along the seam of her ass jolting Vale back to the present.

All he finds is just the normal dampness of skin after swimming. He still presses down, feeling how she gives way under him. Unlike Marc who stays ready and open for hours Vale needs to be opened up properly each time, and, she reminds him with a sharp squeeze of her knees against Marc's side that she wants to be fucked now .

He tries to pull away, and she refuses to let him go.

“Vale,” Marc tries again, “Amor meu, I’m not fucking you dry.”

She digs in harder.

“Use this,” Vale tosses him the aloe, which had rolled out from between the couch cushions at some point and ended up next to her head.

“That's not--it's water-based.” He reasons, but she’s still not giving in.

Vale was a bit of a snob about what kind of lube they used. “Silicon or nothing,” she had told Marc when he had tried to convince her to sneak off with him for a spit-slicked quickie after a victory he hadn’t thought he could win. At 46 she was too old to compromise about her comfort, besides she loved how it felt when Marc finally fucked into her where she was soaking wet, soft and open for him.

“Here,” Vale pulled one long leg back and swung it over his shoulder and pressed her knees together so her thighs touched, “You can fuck me here.”

“Fuck.”

Her response of “that’s the idea” gets lost as Marc leans down to kiss her, licking into her mouth with newfound desperation. Vale's legs are pressed to her chest between them in a modified mating press and she can feel Marc's cock twitch where it's pressed against the shallow valley of her ass as she moans into his mouth. Marc fumbles to get his hand between them, but there's no space. When Marc pulls away to put more aloe on his hand, Vale leaves eight neat half-moon indents on his back.

She thinks that the pain she had endured after Marc had finally convinced her to let him wax her too might actually be worth it as she feels the smooth slide of Marc's wet fingers between her hairless thighs slicking the way for his cock. It feels different from when he usually preps her. The sensation is duller, but only just. She shivers as she feels the faint press of Marc’s fingers against her balls before he retreats completely.

“Marc, please.” Vale is bordering on desperate now.

“I don’t know, are you ready for me?” He rubs a knuckle against her taint that has her bucking against him.

Vale’s skin is like a live wire after being played with for so long, Her tits ache with the phantom feeling of his mouth and hands. She is so wet, a little pool has formed under the head of her dick like she's already cum. And every pass of Marc’s callused hands over her skin winds her even tighter.

“I’m ready. Please, I’m so wet.”

Marc must agree because he’s already fisting his cock and spreading the rest of their makeshift lube over his length. His hips twitch up, trying to follow his hand when he finally lets go, and Vale can see he’s already so hard the head is a gradient of purples and reds. She's not the only one whose wants are quickly becoming needs.

Marc drags his cock up along the back of her legs through the excess lube that the heat of her body made run down her taint and over her hole.

Vale holds her breath as he does, feeling light headed as the head of his dick presses against her hole. Marc doesn’t linger though, too eager to fuck into where she was wet and warm for him to keep teasing her. The first press of Marc’s cock against her has him bottoming out immediately. The fat of her thighs shiny with lube provide no serious resistance and his sharp hips slam into her ass with a sharp sound that surprises them both.

Marc’s hips stutter against her, momentarily lost in chasing the feeling while Vale chokes on a gasp.

She hadn’t expected it to feel so good.

There’s no slight discomfort as she adjusts to Marc’s size splitting her open, but when she flexes her thighs Vale can feel his length between them, solid and holding her open in an entirely different way. Marc must realize that too, because he doesn’t waste any time pulling out just to fuck back into her.

His hands are on her hips, holding her in place while he thrusts into her. Marc is just trying to limit any additional damage to the burn developing on her back, but Vale wants more, and it spurs her on in trying to meet his thrusts halfway.

Every time he grids against her on the down stroke Vale can feel the head of his dick against the underside of her balls teasing at the hidden ring just beneath it. She has one hand clawed onto her knees, keeping her legs together, and the other tangled in Marc’s hair. Vale is strung so tight she can’t bear to let go or she would be pushing them back in and fucking herself trying to chase the arousal pooling in her belly to its peak.

“Vale,” Marc chants her name as he thrusts into her, his smooth rhythm starting to falter.

It’s so good and still not enough.

She wants to be there with him, on the knife’s edge before cumming. Instead, her arousal keeps building. Her legs are trapped at Marc’s side, robbing her of even the faint pressure of grinding against her own thighs. Vale is leaking so much, every thrust focing a little more out of her the same way Marc cums when she fucks him.

His angle changes and it punches a breathy gasp out of her as he slides alongside the length of her instead of teasing at her cunts.

“Vale, look.” His hips are pressed flush to her ass, still twitching. Marc repeats himself again staring at where his cock is buried between her thighs. She can feel the faint tremble of his core as he tries to keep still.

She looks.

Then, just as quickly, looks away.

The sight stays with her when she does, all Vale can see behind her eyes is how his cock looked next to her’s. Laid out side by side, she looks so small in comparison. Whatever wasn’t covered by her thighs was still bigger than her entire length. She decides immediately, it’s not fair that Marc knows about the parts of herself she’s hidden for so long, she had thought they disappeared.

“You're taking me so well.”

It's a dumb line, the kind best ignored, except for how it has Vale's core tightening as she clenches down around him. The feeling of cumming without touching her clit is a full body one. Vale can feel it in her nipples still pebbled in arousal, and how she can't feel her fingers or toes. It rolls through her in waves that are becoming more familiar than not.

The first clumsy roll of his fingers over her pulls her back. Vale is sure she's still shaking as Marc carefully strokes her foreskin over the head of her clit mostly in time with his trusts. Her nails bite into her own skin as he keeps working her oversensitive clit. They've never done this before, and she doesn't even know if she can come again.

“Your clit,” At least he sounds just as winded as she feels, “You’re so wet Vale.”

She doesn't have a choice between Marc's cock thrusting against her while his hand is still on her dick it's too much. The first one had been unexpected, but this one he pulls from her. Vale’s back arches off the couch pushing back into Marc, she can feel her clit kicking weakly in his hand as she cums again.

Above her, Marc curses as she tightens around him one more time before collapsing back onto the couch. Her dick pulsing in time with the aftershock completely spent as he chases his own orgasm. He only manages a handful of thrusts more before he’s cumming between her thighs. One stray shot makes it as far as her collarbone as Marc jerks himself over her until Vale’s belly is covered in his cum and the tiny amount that she had managed has disappeared completely under it.

Vale feels exhausted when she finally lets her legs drop back to the sofa. Her knees are still hooked around Marc’s side, and her balls are trapped between her thighs, but Vale doesn’t think she’ll move ever again.

At least until Marc immediately tries to collapse on top of her, always wanting to be as close to her as possible afterward. She shrikes and tries to shove him off of her while he laughs.

After some begging, Vale allows the cuddling, but only if he cleans her up first. It takes a failed attempt to use her shorts, which smears the mess on her stomach around, before he finally concedes and disappears back into the house for a towel. Vale watches as Marc bends down by the pool to wet a corner of the bath towel he had found. The naked curve of his ass, the strong line of his shoulders, but her eyes keep coming back to the pink scars that ring his right arm. He returns to her with the towel triumphant, running the cool, wet cloth over her belly before drying her off again.

It's not perfect, and they'll have to shower soon, but she finally opens her arms to him.

It takes them a minute to get situated, but soon Marc’s head is resting on her chest as she combs her nails through his curls while he plays with her necklace, the charms a golden sun and silver 93, catching the light and throwing little pools of light across his face.

Marc drops the necklace tracing his finger over her chest, connecting the bruises he sucked into her skin or maybe drawing track maps, she's too tired to follow. She knows it will fuck her over tonight but she could happily fall asleep here right now.

“Vale.”

“Mmmh?”

“I think you got burned here, too.” He taps her chest.

Vale looks down, and there’s a crisp 93 between her breasts surrounded by rosy pink skin. She groans, screwing the heel of her palm into her eyes. It's barely 24 degrees out.

“I'm moving back to London,” She tells him, “For real this time.”

Marc just laughs at her misery as he reaches down to get the aloe again.

#rosquez #motogp rpf #rpf summer camp

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moonlitcelestial · 3 days ago

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Chapter 31

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

W/C ~15,525

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Previous Chapter (Chapter 30)

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer. This story will follow several of the events that Ateez have done in the past year for Golden Hour Part 2, that being said I will not be able to include everything.

Contains she/her pronouns.

The logo in the center is mine. Please do not reuse or copy.

I strongly recommend looking at the inspiration pictures and the Pinterest boards linked above (which will be updating as the story goes on).

General Warnings: cussing, conflict, angst, fluff, and obliviousness.

CHAPTER WARNINGS - Asshole Man, mentions of panic attack symptoms

Let me know what you think! <3 Moonie

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You were startled into consciousness by the ringing of a phone. You peeked your eyes open and looked around to see what the hell was going on. Hongjoong was sleepily grabbing for whoever’s phone was going off before answering it with a grumble. You looked around and were met with some of the most hilarious bedhead you had ever seen. Almost every one of the boys that were surrounding you had hair sticking almost straight up away from their head. You probably weren’t much better off, with a hand you smoothed down the mess atop your head before the boys could make fun of you.

Yeosang stretched himself out against you and gave you a tiny sleep ridden smile. Some of the boys had decided to get up and away from the large cuddle puddle, before they completely left they exchanged some kind of kiss with all of the remaining men and you. With each kiss to your lips, cheek or forehead you woke up little by little. By the time everyone but Hongjoong, San and Yeosang left you were sitting up completely just watching them mill about.

Hongjoong was perched on the edge of your bed humming along with whoever he was on the phone with. With a small movement you scooted over to him and laid your head on his shoulder. He glanced over to you with a small smile before grabbing your hand and playing with your fingers. There was movement in shadow form on the wall closest to you and Hongjoong. You looked over your shoulder to see what was happening, your sight was filled with San’s glorious abs and honey skin. When San caught your stare he briefly stopped before giving you a wink and continued changing. You could feel the huge smile on your face and the blush creeping up the back of your neck as you turned back to put your forehead on Hongjoong’s shoulder. San just laughed at your embarrassment.

By god you were damn lucky.

You listened to the conversation the best you could but really it was a bunch of jumbled words to you at this point. They had been discussing what was going to happen today and so on and so forth. You moved away from Hongjoong and got into your suitcase to see what you could grab to wear today. You decided that you would be looking badass today so you pulled out your fishnets and some ripped up black skinny jeans. Of course you were missing one of the most integral pieces of the outfit; your crew shirt. A light knock on the still ajar door brought you attention over to Wooyoung who was offering you the exact piece you were missing.

“Thanks Woo.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and continued on with what you were doing. When you were sure you had everything you started to change, you could feel the stares on you and you smirked before being more of a menace. After getting your bralette on you turned around and tilted your head at the men in question, Hongjoong sputtered in the middle of his sentence and both San and Yeosang practically glowed pink. You let out a small huff of laughter before grabbing the rest of your things and quickly putting them on. When you were finished you walked over to the mirror to assess the damage of the visible hickies.

They weren’t too bad, but it might be something you needed to get touched up before going out in public. You threw on your essential jewelry and grabbed the backpacks full of your equipment and left after blowing a flying kiss to the men still in your room. When you stepped into the hall you were greeted with many people, most of which you recognized as the managers and some of the makeup artists. You politely bowed before heading out of the room and toward where you saw your team last night.

With a light knock on their door you stood and waited for one of them. Several people were milling about and all you could think was how chaotic everything was going to get. They had already been rushing around in the hallway like worker bees taking care of the queen. The door in front of you swung open and you were met with a bleary eyed Willow who stepped aside when she realized it was you. She was definitely quiet grumpy this morning.

“Can you guys help me cover these?” You tilted your head up to expose your neck to them and something dropped in the close vicinity. Your eyes moved to see Aurora with a huge smirk on her face, Forrest and Asher both trying to bite back their laughter, and Willow’s wide eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that!”

“Looks like someone had some fun.”

“About damn time you got laid.”

“You a vampire now after all of those bites?”

“Was it good?!”

“Okay fuck off all of you.” You flipped all of them off while laughing as you set your things down on the closest couch. Aurora was the one that would be your savior here. Her extensive makeup knowledge was godsend especially when it came to things like this. She made quick work of getting her shit together and changed before dragging you to her room and setting you in front of a window.

“Okay, spill the beans.”

“We want to hear all the dirty details!” Your head whipped around and you were met with Forrest’s shit eating grin. You rolled your eyes and waved the rest of your best friends in and began telling them about absolutely everything so far.

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By the time Aurora was finished covering your hickies you were laughing so hard you wondered if your head would pop. The entirety of the time they were having too much fun teasing you, mocking you, and making jokes at the expense of your boys. Before anyone else could make another dirty joke a series of knocks came from the front room. You got up and quickly made your way out to see what was going on. When you opened the door you were met with a couple of smiling faces, Jongho and Mingi.

”Want to come eat breakfast with us before we leave?” Jongho was smiling bashfully at you like he was dragged here.

“I’d love to, do you have enough for the team too?”

“It’s a big meeting so I would hope we do.” You rolled your eyes at Mingi’s sarcastic answer before giving him a light smack on the arm. The remainder of the people that were in the suite appeared and started heading out, you quickly grabbed your bags and followed the group of people that were milling about toward the end of the hall. You were grinning at many of the people as you walked past and you received a couple of waves from some of the people you knew better. Your boys were waving you and your team over with enthusiasm. You meandered toward them weaving between the many tables to get to where they were at the front of the room. There was a plate set out next to Hongjoong which you assumed was for you. At this point you were sure the entirety of the company knew about you being with them. You took a seat and started eating with a smile. Once your boys noticed you took a bite they followed you. With a shake of your head you continued eating and started having a light discussion with your team.

“Alright before we go over to the stadium for the day I wanted to go over some last minute things. We have a tentative schedule of rehearsal, a light lunch, preparation for sound check, sound check, getting ready for the concert, the concert, then our farewells before heading back here. Many of these things are up in the air timing wise as there is not really any telling how long any of this will go. Sound check and the beginning of the concert are the only things we have set times for. The stage crew is already gone to finish setting up so hopefully by the time we get there we will be ready to immediately start. ”

A chorus of hums was the only answer to HyunJae as everyone was basically stuffing their mouths full of food. You were nodding along before pushing your chair back. The majority of the people surrounding you gave you weird looks as you stood. You gave them a slight dismissive motion as you pushed in your chair to approach HyunJae.

“Could I possibly speak with you privately about something?” HyunJae looked briefly at you before nodding and motioning for you to follow her. The two of you walked past the many tables and out into the hallway.

“What’s going on Y/n?”

“So, as we have previously established, I am from the States. More specifically about three hours away from here in Astoria, Oregon. I was wanting to know if it would be at all possible for me and my team to rent a vehicle and go stop to see my family on the way. If we get approval from you we would be leaving Monday evening or afternoon and spending some of Tuesday before heading to Oakland which is about eleven hours from there. We would be back in enough time to be there for morning rehearsal. If that isn’t something that is feasible then I completely understand as well.” She hummed seemingly in some sort of deep thought. You could feel the anticipation of her answer rising in your gut. This was something you had just come up with this morning, you hadn't even discussed it with the rest of your team yet. You knew both parties would be ecstatic to meet each other and this was the perfect opportunity. You looked down to your hands which had unconsciously started to ring themselves together.

”We may as well speak to some of the managers to see if you can take one of the bigger vehicles.” You looked back up at her and gave her a tilt of your head.

She smiled as she continued, “if I know your boys well enough, after being with them since before they debuted, they would throw a fit if you got to go somewhere without them. They are quite literally attached to your hip at this point.”

She offered a small gesture for you to look behind you. With a quick glance you saw Hongjoong and Wooyoung peeking around the corner to see what was going on. You had given them a small glare and the pair of them immediately retreated back into the room; acting as if they weren’t just eavesdropping. You could hear the muffled chatter of all of them just inside the door. Snooping children, every single one of them. A small laugh came out of the woman in front of you which drew your attention back to her. “You are more than welcome to go and see your family. I am sure Jiwoon wouldn't mind driving one of the minibuses if you would like, that way you would not have to worry about renting a vehicle.”

“Really?” She nodded at you with a smile. “Oh my god thank you so much I was prepared to defend my case!”

You wanted to grab her and squeeze her to death out of excitement but you settled for grabbing the fabric of your skinny jeans and bowing deeply to her. She chuckled at you and patted your shoulder, “I trust you with them, all that I ask is that you or Jiwoon keep at least me in the loop of all happenings and we are all good.”

“I will, I swear!” you bowed again to her and turned away from her with one of the largest smiles you had worn. You took a deep breath and did a little excited jump before taking off in a sprint to go down the hall and grab your phone out of your room.

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“Did she just take off in a sprint down the hall?”

“How the fuck does she have this much energy this early in the morning?”

“I haven’t seen her move that quick since she shoved Woo in the pool.”

“Yah we don’t talk about that!”

“Yes we do.”

“I wonder what she’s freaking out about.”

“Who the hell knows, with her it could be anything from a piano to a cute cuddly fucking snake.”

“A WhAt?”

“That’s a story for another time.”

“No it isn’t Forrest, just tell them that you were too scared of doing a photoshoot with a snake and get over it.”

“FUCK YOU that was a big ass snake! You weren’t there you don’t understand!”

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On the way to your room you nearly ran into someone and you offered them a fly by apology as you skidded to a halt in front of the suite door. With a swipe of your key you opened the door and continued quickly on your way. When you spotted the phone on the bed you nearly nosedived for it before dialing your Aunt Melody. It took a couple of rings before she answered.

”Y/n?”

“Aunt Melody!!”

”You are calling at a decent hour for being halfway across the world,” you let out a laugh god how you had missed her.

“So funny thing, I’m actually in the states for business and I was wanting to know if you would have room for me and several of my friends to come by and see you and Dahlia on Monday night and into Tuesday!”

”You're here? Like right now?”

“YES!”

“Oh my god! We would love to see you and meet your friends!” The two of you were practically squealing in excitement. You loved how she always matched your energy, from the biggest things to the most miniscule things.

“Mom why are you squealing this early in the morning?”

“DAHLIA!”

“Y/N?!”

“I GET TO COME SEE YOU MONDAY AND TUESDAY!”

”WHAT?”

“Y/n and several of her friends are going to come and see us on Monday and Tuesday because they are in the states!”

“NO FUCKING WAY! OH MY GOD!” Another round of squealing. You were laying sprawled out on your back kicking your feet and swinging your arms in such excitement you shook the bed. After a minute or two more you had tired yourself out from freaking out so hard. You were now laying like a starfish on the bed practically panting from exertion. The door clicked open and San peeked his head in to see what was going on.

“I’ve gotta go so I can get to work, I’ll talk to you later and I’ll keep you in the loop! I love you!”

“We love you too Y/n! We can’t wait to see you!” You hung up the phone and looked over at San who was watching you with curiosity. With a quick movement you launched yourself up and out of the bed and toward him. He almost didn't catch you in time but his quick reflexes had kicked in just in the nick of time.

“What’s got you so excited this morning, jagi (sweetie)?”

“Something that you will find out about later.” You planted a kiss on his cheek and let go of him before grabbing your phone and your cap. You put it on backwards and grabbed your sunglasses and hung them on your shirt before walking past the confused man.

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When you arrived at the stadium you were brought through many hallways to where the stage had been set up. Some of the crew had made sure to set out your equipment case and point it out to you as you walked past. You gave them a grateful nod and continued on your way. The man that was escorting you was on a fucking mission and didn’t slow down for anything other than a near collision when he stepped out onto the main stage. You stopped short, almost causing a domino effect for the three behind you, this place was huge. It had to have had enough room to fit at least 20,000 people. You were quickly ushered toward where the directors and stage managers were set up; in the middle of the floor space. There were people you didn't recognize setting up seats and making sure they had enough of them for everyone. When they pulled out your chair you gave them a nod and said thank you. They looked at you in shock, not expecting perfect English; or at least English without much of an accent.

You got settled and started hooking up your laptop and the stream tower. After everything was hooked into power you booted it up and made sure the team had their camera links. When it was booting up you stepped away from the directors and to a little bit more of an open space. You pulled out the small things you had with you in your backpack consisting of your leg harness and your cameras. Once everything was secure you made sure to put in your business cards and a few miscellaneous things, like a small first aid kit and pain meds, into the pockets. You also added a couple of lenses into the pockets at the top.

When you had your cameras hanging from around your neck and the lenses secured to them you made your way backstage to the equipment case. On the way you were grinning at the people who acknowledged you. Some of the crew hadn’t quite seen you in your element just yet. So when you were practically skipping around looking like you were heading happily to take pictures of a zombie apocalypse they looked at you a little weird. The thigh harness and tattoos were what did it, and maybe the backwards hat; there’s not a doubt in your mind it was at least one of the three. When you got to the back you walked up to your equipment case, painted with your logo on it, and pulled out your marked filming harness. You quickly attached your filming camera and left your photography camera hanging around your neck under your onyx glasses chain.

One of the crew handed you and everyone else on the team a GoPro and one of the selfie sticks that attached to it. You looked down at yourself and started trying to think of how you could jerryrig this thing into your current setup. It could maybe attach to your thigh harness but then you might need something to stabilize the top. If you connected it to your camera harness it might be a little more stable, but how? Well you really don't have to have it on and recording unless the boys request it from you, maybe just a quick way of being able to access it would be better.

“Forrest, do we still have some of those carabiners in the equipment case?”

“Yeah, Asher never lets me go anywhere without having a few, why?”

“Give me a couple, I am going to throw something together to hold my GoPro cause I don't really have enough hands.” He tossed you a couple and you caught them over your cameras with one hand. You clipped one to the small ring on your thigh harness and looked at the selfie stick. There was a hole at the bottom of it where the wrist strap sat. Maybe? You took the spare carabiner and tried to thread it through the wrist strap hole. By the fucking gods it worked! You laughed in triumph before moving the first carabiner to the lower ring close to the front and placing the GoPro on the top ring. Perfect, now you had easy access to grabbing it and getting it to the boys quickly.

“Y/n-nie!” You turned around and saw the sweet smiling faces of all eight of your boyfriends. It was almost suspicious the way they were looking at you.

“Yes?” All of them looked between each other before grinning back at you.

“We got you something,” you tilted your head to the side in a curious motion. Now that you took a look at them further Seonghwa was holding something behind his back and so was Mingi.

“What did you do?” you stepped closer to the group of them and their smiles never faded. When you got close enough Seonghwa and Mingi held out two boxes to you. You could feel your eyebrows shoot to your hairline.

“You didn’t,” they held the boxes out to you and you moved to grab them around your cameras. Forrest wheeled over your equipment case so you had a place to set things down on. You took off the filming camera and set it up on the built in tripod so you had a free range of motion. You set one of the boxes down and opened the other, it was the second version Lightiny. You opened the other box and were met with the first version. They had gotten you both; when you told them you would have been happy just having one. With one look at the grinning men in front of you you almost melted. They were watching you with happy smiles and so much love.

“Keep going, there’s more.” You quickly looked down and further into the boxes; you let out a small squeal. They got you both mini versions as well. Laughter echoed from all of your favorite people, and some of the crew in the vicinity. With gentle hands you took the keychains out and just inspected them, they were so cute. Without missing a beat you grabbed the spare carabiner and put both of them onto it before clipping it back onto the ring on your thigh.

“Thank you, thank you so much. You really didn't have to get these for me. I would have been more than happy to support you by buying them.” Hongjoong shook his head at you.

“You already support us more than we could ever pay you back for. Let us spoil you.” You nodded at him and before you could stop yourself you practically threw yourself at them. Hongjoong was the one who caught you and all of the other boys had wrapped themselves around you into a group hug. You were smiling so hard while tucking your head into the crook of Hongjoong’s neck. After a minute of just hugging all of them you separated and looked at all of them.

“I love you.” Most of their faces morphed into bashful smiles; others seemed shocked at your blatant statement in front of the rest of the crew.

“We love you too, our treasure.” Hongjoong had grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze.

“We should probably continue getting set up for rehearsal.” You turned and looked at Willow who was wearing a small sad smile at interrupting the moment. She was right though, you needed to get moving so everything could be covered before sound check. With a nod you glanced back at your boys before grabbing your things. Taking gentle care you set your two Lightiny into the equipment case so no one would take them thinking they were extras; even though they had your name on them written in Hongjoong’s messy handwriting. After giving them one last grateful smile you picked up your camera and started heading back toward where your laptop was set up.

You made it back to where the directing crew was and stepped up to your laptop, it was up and ready to start streaming. When you got everything and everyone situated where they needed to be you started giving out orders through your white walkie headset, which was clipped on the opposite side of your hip to the harness. At this point you were just making small adjustments for the cameras to meet their specific needs. With a final call to your team you started recording. You made your way quickly down to where you were going to be standing for the initial shots of the day.

Between you and the team you decided to see what roles would suit you best. You and Aurora were going to switch out so this time you would be up in front of the barricade during the concert and practice, Aurora would be backstage for the concert and on the stage for practice. Willow was going to be under the stage for practice so she could maybe catch the boys running around and Forrest was going to be the wanderer. Later in the day the latter two will be out in the middle of the crowd, they were the best ones suited for it anyway because they could handle that kind of chaos. You were eternally grateful for their understanding of yours and Aurora’s crowd anxiety.

Once you were finished you stood and watched everything with wide eyes making sure to take every detail in. The crew was moving as a unit while they were finalizing getting things set up, and making sure they were secure and in all the right places. You had offered to help but most of them refused because they had it under control. You almost felt useless standing here waiting on everything to officially start.

One by one your boys had appeared on the stage, when the last one of them appeared they did their greeting and got into practice. You were smiling the entire time while watching them go through the movements, light changes, and all of the other things that came with preparing a show of this magnitude. It was your inner theater kid’s dream come true to see something this large getting set up and executed.

A little while into rehearsal San and Wooyoung weren't even singing, they were just making exaggerated noises to the beat of the song while dancing around each other. You really hoped Aurora had caught that entire interaction. Everything continued on and some of the time you caught them staring at you with small smiles. If it came down to you getting them in the frame while looking at you like that you could just edit it out of the video and save it for yourself. With much teasing from the team of course.

When the beginning of Matz came on you immediately panned toward the lift where they indicated they would come out shortly before they disappeared under the stage. You could just barely hear some of the grumblings from Hongjoong and Seonghwa as they ran past under the stage; which made you giggle. The smile never left your face as you watched the two oldest of your boyfriends come upon the lift and perform their song. When Matz faded out Work came in, with a fast move you panned back over to the lift to catch Jongho. It was so hard not to laugh when the lights flicked to a brighter color and he was under a camouflage netting holding a flute.

Throughout the time they were rehearsing Work you panned your camera to and fro trying to capture everyone at least once. Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement and there was a goofball dancing puppy right next to you. You were so focused on Seonghwa and Hongjoong in the middle of the main stage you almost missed Yunho. He was smiling at someone while he danced and you had to resist the urge to hype him up.

Within the next little bit the director was speaking to the boys about timing. You stole a glance over your shoulder and saw Forrest watching your computer. His eyes met yours and he gave you a thumbs up. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were the focus of your camera while they spoke to the director. The two on the stage were conversing and using hand motions to show what they were thinking. In your mind’s eye you could see the performance and what they were talking about. The director was speaking to them about taking it at a certain part and they had finally caught common ground.

After running their choreography a couple more times it was Seonghwa’s solo rehearsal time. You knew you were going to be in metaphorical deep shit if you got distracted during this so you steeled yourself and just watched where he was in the frame of your camera. The lighting was amazing and where you were standing you could capture him and the screen behind him. It may have been one of your favorite shots of the day so far. Forrest had made his way to the side opposite you and was filming Seonghwa while he was squatting and speaking to the director.

Throughout the time you were watching you were enamored by how his brain worked and the visions he came up with. He was discussing many things about the performance, more specifically, he was talking to the director about Wake Up.

“Right now, during, Around the timing of the chorus. I know a red light is coming on,” he hummed the specific verse he was speaking about before continuing.

“During this part, the red light will be on. During the 2nd verse, I'll have a bandanna on my head and I come forward biting it. But my wish is… When I do this instead of the red light we go with a color that people can see me well in and when I bite it, and turn! Right when I turn. Would it be possible to turn on the red light then? That's my ambition.” He was smiling before glancing over at you as if to ask, "Do you know what I am saying?”

You gave him a nod and a smile before he turned back to where the director was. “The timing to change it to red can be changed to what you said.”

You did a small celebratory motion, you were so proud of him. He moved more toward the center of the stage where he would be during the actual performance before starting to mock practice. Within a couple of takes the timing was perfect. He nodded and looked over to Aurora who was grinning at the timing and his idea. If you were their number one fan she was definitely their second. He thanked the director and headed backstage to where you saw Forrest wander a few minutes ago.

“Alright everyone, rehearsal is finished!” A round of cheers came from all over the building. With a flick of your fingers your camera was off and you were making your way backstage.

When you got to the greenroom everyone was already there and grinning. You took off the camera and set it into its tripod position before taking off the contraption around your torso and setting it down next to the tripod.

“Y/n?” You whipped around to be met with Jiwoon who was smiling at you.

“Yes Jiwoon-nim?”

“Could I speak to you privately.” You gave him a nod and for the second time today wandered away from the very curious group. Once you got into one of the private makeup rooms he turned toward you with a large smile.

“I have secured the mini bus to be able to transport everyone to your hometown tomorrow evening.” the grin spread across your face immediately.

“You are the absolute best Jiwoon-nim! I am so excited. Thank you for helping me with this!” You gave him a deep bow and he was chuckling at your excitement. When you stood back up you really wanted to hug him but you settled for bowing again and turning around to run to meet your team and the boys. As soon as you got right outside the door you immediately schooled your expression, this was going to be a good surprise; but you wanted to keep it from the boys a little longer. As soon as you entered the main portion of the room everyone’s eyes fell to you.

“What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Seonghwa was the first one to step toward you.

“Everything is okay, I just had a couple of things to discuss with them this morning concerning travel. Speaking of which, I need to speak to my team for a few minutes.” The three of your best friends looked at you with raised eyebrows. “Yes you, come on.”

You waved them forward and had them follow you back out of the room. On the way you passed Jiwoon and he was just grinning at you. You could practically feel the weirded out stares on the back of your head from the three behind you. Once you made it into the room you were just in you let your mask fall into a giant smile. “So I have some very exciting news to tell you!”

“Spill, you don't generally leave them out like this unless it is something either important or if you are trying to surprise them.” Willow, ever the amazing observer, had picked up on your secretive tendencies already. This goes with knowing her for so long, and her being almost completely attuned to you.

“So, my home town is three hours from here. I have arranged, with the help of HyunJae and Jiwoon, to go through and see my aunt and cousin and by extension all of the other fun things out there before we go to Oakland.”

“WHAT?!” Aurora was jumping excitedly while Willow and Forrest were just looking between you and each other with huge smiles on their faces.

“Shhh” –you held your finger to your lips– “Yes you get to meet my family. I am trying to surprise the boys with it. Jiwoon just pulled me aside to tell me that he got the mini bus and we are good to go to have everyone, including Asher and a couple of people from his team.”

“That’s fucking awesome!”

“I can't wait to meet them! With how cool your mom is I am super excited to meet your aunt and cousin.” You could just picture the instant connection they would have. All of them were so similar, Aurora and Dahlia would most definitely get along for their mutual love of all things to do with anime. Willow and your aunt Melody would get along because of their love of reading and flowers. Forrest would get along with both of them so well because of how goofy and snarky they all are. It was going to be all around chaos once they got together.

“So, what’s our plan?”

“We are going to go through this as if nothing is happening. If everything goes to plan tomorrow is going to be a rest day and we are going to tell them maybe an hour or two before we leave so they don't bug me about leaving earlier and so they focus on the concert and not meeting my family.”

“So, don't mention anything to the boys, not even if they attempt to interrogate us.”

“Especially not then, and extra especially not Wooyoung and Hongjoong, the damn snoops were trying to figure it out while I was speaking to HyunJae earlier.”

“All of them did, those two were the only ones you could see.”

“Oh I know, I could hear them, those two are just the most blatant of the eight of them.” You walked over to the door and opened it. Almost all of the boys fell into the room, you gave them a disappointed glare before motioning to them with your hand. “Exhibit A.”

“Noona, we just want to know what’s going on!”

“Youngie, this is a conversation between me, the managers, and my team. Everything is okay, there is no need to be super spies, especially when it is this predictable.” He pouted at you and you rolled your eyes as you turned back to your team who were suppressing their smiles. “That’s all I have for now, I will keep all of you updated if anything changes.”

“Yes Captain!” Your eyes fell to Aurora who was giving you a mock salute with a shit eating grin on her face. You turned to look at Hongjoong whose mouth was parted with furrowed brows. When he fully recognized his shocked facial expression he attempted to school it but it turned into a pout. You burst into laughter and patted him on the shoulder.

“Don't worry, the title is still yours, she's just giving you shit.” He squinted at Aurora before doing the I’m watching you motion and stomping off. Your laughter was echoing down the hall behind him. He was muttering and you could just barely hear a couple of expletives in Aurora’s direction which made you laugh harder.

“Come on, let's get things settled for lunch and then we can head out to see if we can catch some pictures of Atiny.” You stepped out the door and past all of the remaining men. Each of them were giving you varied looks of confusion and skepticism. As you got to the front room you were met with a large table filled with things to eat. You chose to grab a plate and fill it with your favorites, which ended up being a montage of many completely different things. With a not so graceful move you were sitting up on your equipment case and kicking your feet while you ate.

“Wanna tell me what’s really going on with your secrecy?” You were so involved in eating that you hadn't noticed Jongho move to stand next to you. With a shake of your head and your hand covering your mouth you gave him the best no you could.

“We will find out one way or the other.”

“Some things are better kept a secret, especially knowing the eight of you. If I tell one, he runs off to tell the rest of you. Take Wooyo for example, right after I accepted the offer to be in a relationship with all of you, I had planned on telling all of you in my own individual way but he ruined it for you and Mingles. The only reason he didn't spill the beans about Sannie’s party is because I threatened him with no affection in any shape or form with me for a week.”

“You can trust the rest of us with it.”

“Really? Cause I know you can't keep a secret from Sangie.” at a glance you could see his cheeks redden. “Exactly, you’re blushing because I’m right.”

“Fine, but just so you know, the spying was Yunho’s idea.” He walked off toward the food table. You watched him leave with a raised eyebrow before looking over at a laughing Yunho who was none the wiser at the maknae’s betrayal.

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After all of you were finished eating you stepped out to the front of the stadium to see Atiny. There were so many people already lined up, presumably for soundcheck in about an hour. You were being escorted by Asher and a few other people from his team outside so the four of you could catch some pictures for the socials. You were grinning at all of them and some of them were watching you curiously. “Atiny!!”

Everyone’s eyes shot to you and the entourage around you. “Are you ready to see our boys?”

Cheers lit up around the large building, you were met with many smiling faces. “My team and I will be making our rounds to take some pictures for the socials, if you would like to participate please get into some groups so we can capture as many of you as we can for our boys. If you do not want to participate that is perfectly fine just let us know as we approach or avoid us all together. Hwaiting!”

All of the Atiny in the surrounding area yelled back the sentiment before you and the team split up. You approached many people with Athena just behind you. Everyone was all smiles and there were very few people that didn't want to participate. Some of them even offered you freebies and you gladly took them and either put them on or clipped them to your carabiner.

“I love your tattoos! Where did you get them done?”

“I’ve had several places across the world that I have gotten them done. One from London, a couple from France, several in Seoul, and a couple in Oregon.”

“You’ve gone to that many places?”

“My work takes me with the wind, I have traveled to participate in several of Paris’ Fashion Weeks and sometimes I do shoots for specific brands. I’ve come back to the states a couple of times to do the Met Gala. Just all over the world.”

“Where do you call home then?”

“Definitely South Korea. I used to live about three hours from here in Oregon but I wanted to get away so I left.”

“If I get the chance I want to visit there someday, it’s always been on my bucket list.”

“If you ever do, you are welcome to shoot me a message on my social media and I can recommend some of the best places to go out there!” You turned slightly to your side to show her your personal social on the side of your hat. She quickly got her phone out and typed it in.

“Thank you so much, Onyx! If I end up going I will definitely message you!”

“I look forward to hearing from you then! Farewell, stay safe and healthy if I don't see you again.”

“You do the same!” You gave her a light bow and continued on your way with Athena by your side.

“You are a really good networker.” You glanced over to Athena and smiled.

“So I’ve been told, most of the time I am just trying to be nice and it works out that way.”

“You are really similar to Mingi in that way, all big and scary on the outside but a total softie on the inside.”

“I’ve also been told something similar to that,” you let out a chuckle while you looked around for more Atiny in the area. There was a group that waved you over, you waved back at them and approached the large group with a smile.

“Hello! Are you guys excited to go see the boys perform?” All of the people in front of you nodded and gave various answers of yes while they organized themselves for the picture you were going to take.

“We are so excited! We have been planning this for ages and it’s finally happening!”

“I can totally relate! Planning something special like this is one of my favorite things to do in what little free time I have.” You snapped the picture and offered your camera to show it to them and all of them were smiling by the time they finished looking.

“Have a good concert guys! Maybe I'll see you in the crowd,” they waved at you with giant smiles before turning back to each other and starting a conversation.

You approached several more groups while keeping an eye on the time. With a flick of your wrist your watch lit up and you realized it was almost time to go back inside. You maybe had enough time for one more set of people before you had to head in. With quick footsteps you approached a couple of women that were waving you over excitedly. “Hi! Are you ready for the concert?”

“Yes! This is our first time, we have been wanting to go for ages but it always fell when we couldn't but we made it work this time! We were so excited that we made tons of freebies!”

“That’s amazing! I am so happy you get to be here, I’ll be honest this is my first concert with them too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I was just hired a few months ago, not too long after Coachella, so I haven't gotten to travel with them quite yet.”

“Their Coachella set was to die for, I wish we could have gone to see it.” You nodded with a huge grin to the woman before putting your camera up to your face. They both posed for you and you took the picture, when it had completely come back up you offered it to them so they could see it. Both of them squealed and celebrated how good they looked.

“I have a question for you!”

“Go for it!”

“Who is your bias?” You put your hand on your chin after resting your camera completely back down on its neck strap.

“I’m an Ot8 girl.” She shook her head at you with a large smile.

“If you had to pick?”

“If I had to pick it would be Seonghwa or Yeosang.” She nodded at you and reached into her bag and handed you two keychains. Your smile was immediate as you accepted the gift.

“Thank you so much!”

“Of course! I’m happy they have a photographer as cool as you taking care of them.”

You gave her a light bow and a grin, just as you were about to say something else Athena tapped you on the shoulder. “Onyx, we need to get going so we can get ahead of the crowd for sound check.”

“Okay, thanks Athena.” You turned back toward the woman in front of you. “I hope you enjoy the concert, thank you for your kind words and the freebies.”

She was nodding and waving at you as you stepped away. You caught sight of the rest of your team and they were making their way over to the doors as well. Aurora, Willow, and Forrest were littered with several freebies. Aurora had been given a headband of Yungi; those two would have an absolute field day with that. You snickered as you made it close to her and she punched you in the arm which you returned. All of you were laughing as you made it back into the main portion of the stadium.

“ONYX!” You whipped your head over to see Bora running straight for you. When she saw you she stopped and violently motioned for you to follow her. You glanced at your team before taking off your camera and handing it off to Athena who was the closest. You took off in a dead sprint for the woman.

“What’s going on?”

“Someone is freaking out backstage and we didn't know who to call, Hongjoong told me to come get you.”

“Fuck okay,” you took off again and when you reached the stairs you took the steps two at a time. There was loud yelling before you saw anyone. With a quick move you flung the doors open. It slammed against the wall and several people flinched at the loud noise. Your eyes scanned the situation and a man that was taller than Mingi and Yunho with a beer gut had a couple of the makeup artists backed into a corner; one of them being MiKyong. Oh absolutely the fuck not.

“Why are you speaking in a language other than English? You are in America act like it!" How long had it been going for it to get to this level? Were they worried about stepping in because they didn’t quite understand what was being said? The remaining security backstage was situated between the crazy man and everyone else. You saw red, no one was going to act like that especially to people you considered family. Without even a second of hesitation you marched over and stepped between the man and the two women cowering against the wall. You were sure you looked like a fucking menace with your tattooed arms crossed and your hat sitting backward on your head.

“How about we take a step back and we can resolve this civilly without cornering two women who don't really have much of an understanding of what you are saying.”

“That’s the fucking problem, they have no respect for our country.” Our country my ass, this is his country not yours anymore. He was vehemently motioning to the two behind you and the rest of the people in the room.

“Not learning the language is fucking ridiculous, if you are going to be in America learn the language. What is wrong with you?!” He was practically screaming in your face at this point. With a hand you shuffled the two women behind you away toward Asher who had just entered and came to back you up. When they were far enough away you shifted your stance just a little wider.

“There is nothing wrong with them in the slightest, you fucking dickhead. America is supposed to be the melding pot of the world and you are treating them like they are dirt on the bottom of your knock off Gucci shoes” –you clocked those as soon as you walked in– “That is their native language and you have no mother fucking right to be berating them about which they choose to speak. They do not visit the states other than for business and when they do they are surrounded by people that generally only speak Korean.”

“No one asked you, bitch.” He spat the words close to your face and you ran your tongue over your top teeth. Alright, fine. Let’s do this the fucking hard way then. He tried pushing you away but you didn't budge.

“You involved me as soon as you stepped up to my family” –you poked his chest and smirked up at him– “So you step the fuck back and walk away before I kick your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for the rest of your short fucking life you wrinkled sack of skin.”

“You really want to go there?”

“Fuck yes I do.”

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When you looked up to Asher he was watching with a smug smile, and when you grinned he mirrored it as he stepped forward to get the man below you under control. As soon as he had the man’s arms in his grip he hauled him up without so much as a grunt and took him down some halls; presumably toward the back to kick his ass out. The second he was out of the vicinity your boys pushed the security guards holding them back out of the way to get to you. Jongho had made it first and grabbed your shoulders looking you over for any visible damage, which there would be none of. “What were you thinking? Why would you let him grab you?”

“I let him grab me because my reaction would be considered self defence if anything happens. It is also more entertaining to see their faces when I kick their asses after I let them think they have the upper hand.” You could still feel the adrenaline coursing through you and it made you jittery, something that was not going to be good for holding a camera.

“Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?” You rolled your eyes at the question San asked, you were a big girl, you could handle yourself. They had already seen you handle a similar situation. Why was this any different?

“I’m not the person you should be asking that.” You stepped out of Jongho’s hold on your shoulders and walked away from the men that surrounded you. With measured steps you made your way over to MiKyong and the other woman. They were holding onto each other while the remaining makeup artists and stylist surrounded them. All of them parted to let you through and you made sure to meet MiKyong’s eyes before speaking.

“Are you alright?” She gave you a nod and turned to the other woman, who’s name tag read Choon-hee, she also gave you a small nod. You held your arms out to either of them and before you could blink they threw themselves at you.

“Thank you, Y/n-ssi. I was so scared.” You hugged the two women tighter and ran your hands up and down their backs in a soothing motion.

“If I can do something about a situation like that I always will, especially when it comes to people I consider family.”

“Thank you Y/n-ssi.” You held the two women until they wanted to let go, which lasted for a minute or two more. When they pulled away you smiled at them which they returned.

“If you need anything let me know, Asher is also here if you need anything as well. You will be well taken care of either way. Take a few minutes for yourselves before falling back into the chaos of doing their makeup.” You stuck a thumb over your shoulder and their eyes fell to the men who were standing shortly behind you. The two of them nodded and bowed to you, you turned on your heel after and the boys were closer than you anticipated. You gave them a tightlipped grin before stepping past them toward your equipment and Athena who was still gently holding your camera. When you approached her she gladly handed the camera back to you like she was almost afraid of the thing. With a chuckle you turned back to grab your harness and were met with San. He was offering it out to you with a small smile on his face.

“Thank you Sannie.” You took it and settled it where it needed to be before clipping everything up and adjusting as you needed.

“Is everything alright jagi (sweetie)?”

“I’m okay. If there is a next time though. Don’t focus on the person who was perfectly fine defending themselves and focus on the ones who were terrified. It shows favoritism and I don't want to be the reason they view you any different.”

“It’s hard not to show favoritism when you’re our girlfriend.” You glanced over at Yunho who had his arms crossed and his jaw clenched like he wanted to argue.

“I know, but all of you saw that he didn't even land anything on me other than wrinkling my new shirt. He may not have been landing physical blows on them but it looked like they had been struck with his words instead.” The two of them nodded at you and turned to look at their makeup artists.

“Behave for them while you are sitting for final touches, don't pull anything too crazy or any fast movements. They are bound to be shaky after that hullabaloo.” San and Yunho nodded before turning to wander off toward where the rest of your boyfriends were getting their makeup done. You let out a small breath, the adrenaline was wearing off of you. You set both of your hands onto the equipment case and let yourself breath for a minute before squaring your shoulders and righting yourself. Now was not the time to be crashing. Your movements were almost robotic as you set your things up, autopilot was a wonderful thing sometimes. Without a word you flipped your hat the right way, gave your team a nod, and walked out of the backstage area. When you made it past the threshold and into the main portion of the stadium you saw the many Atiny that were already lined up at the barricade. You stood there patiently waiting for everything to start up, with a glance at your watch you realized you had maybe about five minutes before everything started.

“Y/n?! Y/n!” You whipped around to see who was calling you by your actual name in the crowd. No one knew your name in the crowd, or at least they shouldn’t. After searching the faces closest to you on the barricade you were met with two sets of very familiar light blue eyes. The two of them were waving at you like madmen. Your jaw dropped before you rushed over to the two women as best you could with your gear set up.

“No fucking way! Auntie Mel? Dahlia?!” You were grinning so wide that your cheeks started to hurt. When you got into close enough range you threw your hands out to give them the best hug you could which turned out just being a large squeeze of their hands.

“How the fuck? When the FUCK? I didn't know you liked Ateez!” You were stumbling over your words in your excitement. The two of them were just grinning at you while you processed everything while the rest of the crowd was singing proudly to Work. You could hardly hear them even though you were standing close.

“We didn’t know that you worked with Ateez either! How are you doing? What's it been like in South Korea?! When did you start working with Ateez?” Your younger cousin Dahlia was pelting you with so many questions, some of which you couldn’t quite catch.

“I’m doing so great! And everything just got better. Oh my god you are actually here!” Your aunt Melody was grinning at the two of you while you spoke in rushed questions and answers.

“The boys are about to come out, be on standby.” Aurora’s voice echoed in your earpiece and your eyes immediately widened, you hadn’t even realized it had been enough time for sound check to be starting. With a quick move you clicked on your mic.

”Sounds good, Getting into position now.” You turned to your family and gave them another hug. “I have to go get in my spot but I swear I will explain everything later! I love you, be safe and if you need anything I will be close by.”

Your aunt nodded and Dahlia pouted. You gave her one last squeeze of her hand before walking over to your designated spot for filming. With a flick of your fingers your cameras started rolling. You stood there impatiently waiting for the chaos to begin. This was going to be your first round of the many to come and you couldn’t be more excited.

When the boys had come out of their places Atiny started screaming. They looked amazing with their pre show outfits on, each one of them made their rounds greeting the Atiny here for soundcheck. Every once in a while you caught them looking at you and sometimes they would wink other times they would blow flying kisses. All of the Atiny in the vicinity were absolutely eating it up thinking it was meant for them. You knew some of it was but more often than not they were making direct eye contact with you when it happened.

You were watching with a smile as Hongjoong spoke to Atiny before Bouncy began. “Can you dance with us?”

After each sentence from him Atiny were cheering and you were grinning while taking pictures of them over your filming camera. “Are you sure”

After the cheers faded he made his last statement “If you don't know this choreography, just dance, let’s go”

You panned your camera to follow the boys as they got into position to begin the song. While they were dancing and singing with Atiny. You glanced over your shoulder with a giant smile to see Dahlia dancing with your aunt Melody. When you turned back to face your cameras Wooyoung was dancing right close to you. The chorus began and you were laughing with them as they pulled off the choreography right before you. When the end of the song came The boys ended right in front of you. Yunho and Hongjoong stole a glance at your smiling face before offering their final farewell before the concert.

You held up your walkie mic and clicked it on to speak, “Going on standby backstage. Everyone meet up in the greenroom so we can discuss a game plan for when the rest of the people get here.”

“On our way!”

“Already here!”

Before you started leaving you turned off your cameras and turned back to your family. “If you stay in this general area I’ll be here for the majority of the night. We can meet up afterwards and I can fill you in if you are up for it.”

“We actually have to head back tonight, there is a huge delayed shipment coming in for the shop and while I would love to hand things over to my crew some of it needs to be signed for which only I can do.”

“As long as I get to see you Monday night and Tuesday I don’t mind. I’m just super excited that you are here and that I get to see you a little more than originally planned.”

”ONYX HURRY YOUR ASS UP!” You flinched with the near yell in your earpiece. Holding up your finger you stepped away from the girls.

“Suck a dick you impatient asshole I’m talking to my family.”

”Wait, Family?”

”FAMILY?!”

“Family?” The three of them were like a broken record repeating what you had said into their mics. Through the static of the microphone you could hear whispering among the people surrounding them.

”Yes, my family. The good half.”

”Fuck coming back here we are coming to you!”

“WHAT ABOUT US?!” You let out a chuckle at the arguing of the boys in the background.

“Tell them in due time.” Willow repeated your words to the eight men and you could hear a simultaneous groan, which was loud enough for all three mics to pick up. Within a minute or two of the initial outburst you saw Willow, Forrest and Aurora practically running toward you. You were grinning the entire time while they weaved in and out of the staff milling about.

“Fair warning they can be a little crazy.”

“I mean to put up with you they have to be a little insane” you looked over to Dahlia in shock. You had completely forgotten you gave her your attitude while you were growing up.

“Hey, just because you are behind the barricade doesn’t mean I can’t whoop your ass like I did when we were little.”

“Sure,” She was grinning at you and your aunt was rolling her eyes.

“ONYX!” you threw your hand up so Aurora could find you. Almost immediately after you were swarmed by them. Aurora was first, then Forrest and finally Willow. Everyone was looking between each other while you stood there with a smile on your face.

“Auntie Mel and Dahlia, these are my best friends. Forrest, Willow and Aurora. Guys, this is my Aunt Melody and cousin Dahlia.” All of them exchanged niceties before Aurora launched into her interrogation. Your smile couldn’t seem to go away at this point, nothing made you happier than being able to introduce your blood family and forged family.

The six of you stood there talking for what only felt like minutes. Aurora had immediately clocked the anime tattoo on Dahlia’s arm and they hadn't stopped talking about it since. Forrest, Willow and your aunt were in a very detailed discussion about some popular romance book. You were just sitting there watching the entire thing with a grin, happy they melded so well. Your phone buzzed in your back pocket and you pulled it out to see a slew of messages from your boys.

You shook your head at them, of course they assumed the worst. You couldn't really blame them though when they hadn't really heard much about the life outside the little you spoke about the abuse, the life that fluttered between the blinks of your childhood eyes. Dahlia was watching you with a tilt of her head. “Something you want to share?”

“Sorry my boyfriends were messaging me.” Aurora’s eyebrows rose in shock that you had even mentioned anything. Forrest stopped mid conversation and so did the other two within said conversation.

“Boyfriends?!” Dahlia shrieked, you flinched at her volume which was almost swallowed by the rest of the crowd behind her.

“Yes, I’ll tell you about it later I swear,” you held out your pinky to her and she immediately wrapped hers around yours.

“You fucking better, this is the best damn tea I have heard from you since you told me about that prick in college using you for your grades.” With a roll of your eyes you lifted your middle finger to her. She was laughing after pulling you into the best hug she could get.

“I’m happy for you,” You nodded at her and gave her a small squeeze.

“We should probably get backstage so we can go over last minute details before the show.” Your team nodded at you and offered their goodbyes and you gave your aunt and cousin one final smile before walking away toward your boys.

As soon as you stepped into the room they were in backstage you were almost mobbed by the eight men that were only just about half dressed. With a laugh you handed off your filming camera to Willow who had offered her hand before they got to you. Hongjoong was marching over to the four of you with purpose. If you didn't know him like the back of your hand you would have been horrified by the almost stormy look on his face. “You cannot go radio silent on us when your family is involved. We had to have Asher guard the door so none of us marched our asses out there to see why you weren't responding.”

“Alright look, I know you were worried but if you remember I told my team to relay that you would meet them in due time which very highly implies that they would be people I wanted you to meet.”

“It also could have been that you were saying we would meet them out there on the stage which leaves it ambiguous as to who it is.” You glanced over to Jongho who stood there with his arms crossed.

“I see where you are coming from but do you really think they would have come out to the place I was without backup if it was my father or any of those other assholes? Do you think they would have run out there with excitement if it was them?” You surveyed their faces and they were looking between each other seemingly trying to come up with a good answer to the questions you asked.

“I know you worry and I am sorry I worried you. I know you are on high alert because we are so close to my old home, but you have to trust me, how I handle things, and how they handle things. If anything would have happened I would have reported to the first available people which would have been my team who would have gone to the best authority which is Asher or any one of his team to help me sort things out. I did prove that I could handle myself earlier as well.” All of your boys were nodding with your words as you finished with a small chuckle.

“We just want you safe is all and when you didn't answer we fell to the worst thing.”

“I know loves, but I’m here, safe and sound, in one piece.” You stepped toward Hongjoong and offered your hand to him. He grabbed you and yanked you into a hug. Your hands slid around his waist as you leaned into him.

“Please don’t do that again.”

“I’ll try my best, but being in a loud room filled with hundreds if not thousands at that point in time made it a little difficult to hear my phone. Now, go let them finish getting you ready, you worrywart.” He pulled himself away from you and placed his forehead against yours before stepping away. You watched him with a smile as he returned to his stylist and makeup artist. They were rolling their eyes at him with small hidden smiles.

“Onyx?” you turned around to see someone you didn’t quite recognize.

“Yes?”

“Asher asked me to come and get you.” You nodded to the man before following him out the door and to another small room. When you walked in it was Asher and Athena just hanging out.

“Y/n-nie, we wanted to talk to you about the adventure we are going on tomorrow.” You grinned at Asher as he asked.

“We are going to leave after dinner tomorrow. It’ll take about three hours to get there. The minibus is going to be driven by Jiwoon-nim and it seats eighteen people. So if we have me and my partners, my team, you and a few of your team I think we should be good. I really don't think we will need all seven of you to go with us. I don't plan on taking them anywhere other than my Aunt’s shop and her house.”

“So you would be okay with Me, Athena, and Ben coming with you?” Asher motioned to the young man who was standing slightly to your right. You took him in with curious eyes. He was just about the same height as you and his dark hair was slicked back away from his face in a small man bun.

“I think that would be fine, that would bring it up to sixteen so we would have a little bit of legroom for the tall people.”

“Sweet, I just wanted to check and make sure that’s what was going to happen. I'll talk to the rest of my team and have them proceed as planned while we take the detour with you guys.”

“Pun totally intended,” you snickered at your own joke before stepping toward the door. “One more thing, don't tell the boys. I am keeping it a surprise until a little before we go so they focus on the concert and don't bug me to go earlier.”

The three in the room gave you mock salutes before you slipped out the door and back into the hallway. Everything almost felt slow for a moment, something was off with your body. You shoved the feeling down and started walking back to where you came from. Each step felt almost muddled, like you were wading through actual mud. You stopped again, what the fuck is going on? You stood there for a second just taking in the feeling of your body trying to remind yourself that you were in the present.

You then took stock in your body and felt your heart beating just a little faster than what you would consider normal, that was the first sign that something was about to go ary. You had shit to do, now isn’t the time for whatever stupid thing was happening. You continued on your way and walked straight past their dressing room and to the greenroom where the couches were. This needed to be sorted out before you were standing for three hours with minimal breaks. You leaned your head back and started completely listening to your body.

Heart, a little quicker than normal but something you were able to manage. Mind, seemed a little wonky. It almost felt as if your brain was trying to reel itself back into a normal state. Why it was wonky you had no idea. Breathing seemed fine, maybe a hair faster than what you would consider normal but it could be managed as well. Sight, fucked up, but that was normal. No stars but it almost, at one point while you were staring at the ceiling, seemed like you were swimming. Something that came and went occasionally, but nothing you couldn't handle. Limbs, intact, maybe a little painful but that was something some pain meds could fix. Your hands felt shaky but on further inspection you weren't shaking in the slightest. So what was going on? Deep breaths, bring yourself to center and continue going. You sat there focusing on breathing in through your nose out through your mouth until the weird feeling disappeared.

With a renewed sense of self you stood and reached into the large pocket of your thigh harness to grab the travel sized pain meds bottle. You swiped a water from one of the coolers and popped it open to take a swig. When you had a mouthful of water you threw the pills in your mouth and swallowed them. Hopefully those would kick in right before the concert and last until after.

Aurora and Yunho stepped into the hallway connecting the greenroom and the rest of the rooms beyond it. You stood there like a child that got caught stealing a cookie. Yunho looked at you with a small smirk and Aurora just snickered. “Whatcha doin Haebalagi (Sunflower)?”

“I needed to speak to Asher and his team and then I came out to grab some water to take pain meds to prepare to be standing for three hours without many breaks.”

“Why does it seem like you’re suspicious then?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about Yuyu.”

“Sure kit. Whatever you say.” He turned toward Aurora and she gave him a thumbs up. Without hesitation he started speaking to Atiny.

“Hello, today is the first! Hello, today is the first start! In Seattle~ In the Tacoma Dome. We're here together to start our North America tour! Just now!

We did a sound check and also saw ATINY. Our ATINY's reaction was so hot it was so passionate. I'm so excited for the actual show. Let's go!”

Aurora nodded at him and he turned to you and you offered him the same sentiment with a smile. “Good job Yuyu.”

“Thank you Y/n-nie!” You smiled at him again before turning to grab your gear out of your equipment case. With practiced ease you got completely set up in the matter of a couple of minutes. The rest of your boys had started filtering out of the dressing and makeup room. Before they got their mics on, each of them gave you a kiss –even Jongho and Hongjoong– who were typically adverse to doing that when staff were around. When Wooyoung and Yeosang approached you last, you were just expecting it at this point.

“Our good luck charm.” Wooyoung muttered before placing a smacking kiss against your lips while he cupped your cheeks in his hands. When he separated from you you lightly smacked him and he just cackled before walking away, not before he could offer you a small pat to the but for his own entertainment. Yeosang lightly smacked him in retaliation for you before offering you a small smile and a sweet peck.

“It’s you.” He gestured to your stomach and you looked down to the four pointed star on your tee. When you looked back up he was gone, that weird Doberman.

“I assume he meant that’s the north star, but knowing him there isn’t really any telling.” your gaze moved over to Jongho who was snickering at your confusion. You offered him a shrug and spoke over everyone.

“I am going to go get in my place, my team if you need anything you know how to get a hold of me.” –You unclipped your walkie and held it up before clipping it back– “Anyone else that needs me can get my attention through them, and the same goes for getting a hold of them as well.”

You started walking away before Wooyoung’s voice came through your ear. “Have fun out there our good luck charm.”

“If you need to get a hold of her just know the rest of us can hear you too.” You heard his indignant screech from where you were standing waiting for Athena. You let out a chuckle at him and continued once Athena was at your side.

“Wooyoung is a menace.”

“You heard that too?”

“Yeah, it was hard not to, he was almost yelling into poor Aurora’s mic.”

“She’s fine, if she can handle Meadow and her screeching on a daily basis she can handle Wooyoung any day.” Athena laughed and the two of you stopped at the doors to the stage. You released a breath and stepped out to see the crowd. It was absolutely huge and the Lightiny were glowing and moving with the booming music of Work. You turned on your camera and did a wide pan shot of the entire stadium, it looked amazing on your camera. When you turned back to where you would be filming the up close shots you were grinning from ear to ear. You were finally going to see them perform live, and not just as an Atiny but as their girlfriend, and their logbook videographer. This was surreal, the crowd was insane and it took everything in you to not be dancing and singing along with them.

You could see and feel their energy. The crowd was absolutely amazing, your aunt Mel and Dahlia were there close to you singing as loud as they could. A couple of times you hopped with them to the beat. Athena always kept watch on you and everything around you. The boys had glanced at you every once in a while and when they did you saw their smiles light up just a little brighter. This was where you were meant to be, and between the chaos, you found a home with the men on the stage.

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Three hours of absolute chaos personified later and you couldn't stop smiling. Seeing your boys so happy and hearing the cheers of the crowd, it made all of the things you had done to get to this point worth it. All of the struggles in college, all of the picky people, all of the assholes making you redo things, the disappointments of not getting a job you wanted, the sacrifice of leaving the home just three hours from here. Everything made this moment worth it.

When the boys offered their farewells you recorded up until they left. As soon as they stepped off the stage you turned off your camera and turned to find Aunt Mel and Dahlia. They were just standing there grinning at you.

“Athena, can you hold the camera for a second?” The woman in question nodded and you handed over your camera and she held it just like she had earlier. You approached the two, no matter how sweaty the three of you were, you hugged over the barricade. Both of their arms wrapped around you and you had one on either of their shoulders.

“We need a selfie!” you snickered at Dahlia before turning to Athena.

“Would you be willing to snap a picture for us or should I call one of my team?”

“No need, I'm right here.” You turned and Willow was walking toward the group. You were beaming at her as she approached. She held her hand out for the camera around your neck and you gave it to her without hesitation, along with your phone. Most of the people had already left so you did something you normally wouldn't do. With a small running start you flung yourself over the barricade and grinned at Athena’s panicked expression.

“She’s fine, just a pain in the ass.” You grinned as you gave the two women a full hug. They both wrapped you in a tight hug and you almost lost your breath under the tightness. Dahlia pulled out her phone and put on her sunglasses. You were laughing as she made her mom do the same and you clung to your aunt’s arm with a funny face as Dahlia snapped the picture. You looked over at her and so did her mother, a shutter went off and you couldn't stop smiling.

“Wait, we need the typical pose!” you tilted your head at her before she started pulling both you and your Aunt to the middle of the floor. “Stand like this!”

You looked over at her and copied the pose, you ended up on the end with your aunt in the middle of the two of you. You looked over at Willow who was shaking her head with a smile as she took the picture. When Willow gave you a thumbs up you looked around your aunt to Dahlia and the connected thoughts you shared when you were little came back. You gave her a small nod and got closer to your aunt in almost a hug-like manner. Before she could protest Dahlia wrapped her arms around yours which were around your aunt and within the same second the two of you kissed her cheek. Her head was thrown back in laughter and you could hear the shutter of the camera.

When the two of you pulled away your aunt just shook her head at you. “You two are just the same as you were ten years ago.”

“You still love us!”

“More than I could ever show dearest Y/n.” You threw your arms around her and she gave you a gentle squeeze.

“I don't want you to have to go but I know you need to. Please drive safely and I’ll see you late tomorrow.”

“We will be safe, I can't wait for you to see the upgrades to the shop.”

“I can’t either!”

“Dahlia, don't give her too much shit alright, I’ll still kick your ass.”

“I swear you’re like my second mom, gods.” She gave you a roll of her eyes but smiled as she did so. You reached out and yanked her to you to give her a final hug.

“By the way, before you leave. You’ve already met my boyfriends.” –She pulled away from you and regarded you with wide eyes– “There are eight of them, and they just got off the stage.”

Her jaw dropped in disbelief, you gave her a large smile and closed it with one finger. “Try not to freak out too hard when we come see you tomorrow.”

With that you took a small running start and vaulted back over the barricade. Athena moved quickly to spot you as you landed. You gave her a grateful look before turning to Aunt Mel and Dahlia, you gave them a mock salute and started to make your way backstage. As you walked you took your things from Athena and Willow you could hear the cheering backstage before you completely stepped through the door. Your eyes met San’s first and he was grinning so wide his dimples were on full adamant display.

“Jagi (Sweetie)! What did you think of the show?” All heads whipped to look at you expectantly.

“It was amazing, I had to resist the urge the entire time to sing and dance along with the rest of the Atiny. I couldn’t stop smiling either so my face kinda hurts and my ears might be ringing just a little.” Their chorus of laughter made your heart sing. You couldn’t have stopped the next thing that happened even if you would have tried. You should have known that something was coming because Wooyoung wasn’t in your sights. You were picked up by the waist and spun around in a circle. You let out a small squeal and a giggle fest started shortly after. You heard the click of a camera and you glared in your team’s direction when you could.

As your feet met the floor you turned around and smacked Wooyoung lightly on the shoulder. “Youngie, I love you too, but please be careful when I have all of my equipment on.”

He gave you a small pout before he nodded and lightly smacked your butt again. With a roll of your eyes you wandered toward the equipment case and started setting your bigger things into it. Yours was the last set so all you needed to do was get it closed up and leave it where the crew would pick it up. The only thing that you had on now was your thigh harness and the two cameras. “I have to go get all of my tech things. Is there anything you guys want before I do?”

Mingi was the first to approach for a kiss. Then Yunho, who kissed you as he squeezed your hips and left another on your hairline before walking away. The rest of your boys followed suit. Wooyoung had gotten a kiss and wandered off but not too long after Jongho had given you a kiss he decided to cut back into the line before Yeosang and you smacked his arm with a laugh. “Youngie, go, it’s Sangie’s turn!”

“But Noona!” You tilted your head at him and he cackled before kissing your cheek and finally strolling away. Yeosang had proudly cupped your face in his hands and kissed you gently; that one was one that made you blush. When the final kiss was given –a cute peck by the embarrassed captain– you walked back out to the director’s area. You didn’t have as much pep in your step as this morning but you did however still smile at the people you passed.

After all of your gear was taken care of you got into the van with the rest of your team and Athena who had been your officially designated escort for the remainder of the trip. Asher was going to return later with the boys and the rest of his team would do the same.

The ride to the hotel was filled with quiet music and some hushed whispers from Aurora to Willow behind you. You were almost asleep by the time you made it back. The only reason you were even considering staying awake was so you could take a shower before the boys got back. The walk into the hotel was silent as you toted your bags around like a pack mule, the rest of your team wasn’t much better off, but you still walked slightly slower.

When you caught sight of the white piano in the middle of the room your heart did something weird in your chest. You shook your head to clear it but that feeling from earlier was creeping back up on you. Your heart decided now was a great time to attempt to beat out of your chest. Why? It’s not like you are surrounded by people anymore, even if you would have been you were safe. So why was your body reacting like this?

Your mind was working on autopilot as you got off the elevator, you didn’t even remember entering, with slow steps you made your way over to your room. A swipe of the key and a shoulder check later the door had opened. You felt yourself sag with relief, it might not be home but it was the closest thing you were going to get right now. As soon as you made it into your shared room with Yeosang and San you put your bags on the desk and proceeded to hook everything up to upload it officially to the cloud. You also needed to charge your cameras as their batteries were getting low after the extensive use from the day. When that was finished you moved to the suitcase to grab one of your sleep sets, while you could have worn the gray one from last night you really didn't feel like it tonight. You searched around for a minute before you felt the set you were looking for; your cropped tank and a pair of sweats which came with a stars cardigan that you would most likely use tomorrow. With a tug it released itself from the confines of your suitcase. You grabbed your shower bag and started toward the bathroom to make quick work of getting the nasty grime off from the day.

A while later you emerged completely clean, moisturized and shaved. You felt so much better, but even then you couldn't shake the feeling you had earlier. Why was your body reacting this way, what could have possibly set it off? You were now laying in bed debating what could be happening, and your body started showing you what the hell it was on about. Your breathing had not changed but your heart fell into some form of dread. It was crawling up your chest and had made its way almost to the back of your throat. Deep breath in and release it slowly. It didn't quite help, your chest was tight, almost as if you were going to cry but you didn’t have a reason to be feeling this way. Maybe it was telling you it was overwhelmed. You shrugged your shoulders and grabbed your sleep mask, after you took off your glasses you settled it over your eyes and tried to fall asleep.

Nothing seemed to be quite real at this moment. You could feel everything but it seemed like it was a dreamscape. Of course just because you could feel something doesn’t mean it is reality. Your body felt as if it was floating among the down sheets, but just before you could completely burrow yourself into your subconscious to see why you were feeling this way your body had finally shut down. Your eyes actually got heavy under the mask, and the final thing you thought of before sleep pulled you under was what the fuck is going on?

★☆☽ O ☾☆★

It was about an hour later when the eight men stumbled through the door, “it smells really good in here.”

“It’s Y/n-nies body wash.”

“How do you know that?”

“I stayed at her house while she was in Paris, remember? I took showers there and that smell is exactly like the bottle describes it as.”

“As if you didn't use a little bit of it.”

“Shut up Youngie.”

“He didn’t deny it!”

“Shhh, all the lights are off, she is probably sleeping.”

“Most likely, today was a huge day for her. It took me forever to even get used to the rush of concerts, and I didn’t even have to carry all of the equipment she had.” A chorus of grumbling agreement came from the seven other men.

“See you tomorrow, I love all of you.” The sentiment was echoed before everyone scattered to their respective rooms. When San and Yeosang walked in the room they were using their phone flashlights to navigate the space. It was a wonder that no one stubbed a toe on the furniture. They were quick as they took care of what they needed to. About fifteen minutes later they both joined you in bed, they hadn't realized it before but you were curled up in a ball on the very edge of the king sized mattress. San got into bed first and immediately pulled you to him. You gave him a garbled mess of a sentence before completely falling back into sleep. Yeosang joined the two of you in the bed and hugged San close.

“Goodnight Sannie, I love you.”

“G’night Sangie, We love you too.”

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

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goldsaja-hunters · 19 hours ago

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The Saja Boys Chronicles-Part 1 'Strong Beginning'

*Semi-canon

The pen dragged against his lower lip as he nibbled the end, listening to the male demon in front of him singing.

Now, Jinu was straight, and the demon was undoubtedly attractive. But—

He felt liquid stain his lip and he swiped at his mouth.

Crap.

He'd bitten onto his pen.

With a snap of his fingers, the ink stain vanished from his skin.

The guy finished singing and Jinu sighed softly.

It made his stomach twist, knowing that none of the demons could help their height. Or their appearance.

If his notes had been right, and his hours of endlessly watching performances and researching the methods used in the human world, there was a particular guideline when it came to music groups.

"Alright, alright, let me stop you there. Thank you." Jinu smiled, and the demon looked at him expectantly.

"How did I do?"

Jinu ran a hand through his hair.

"Your voice is really good, and so are your facial expressions. You're a very good performer."

This wasn't the first candidate he had, but it didn't get any easier rejecting them when they didn't quite hit the appeal or mark he was going for.

"But in terms of height, I imagine someone slightly shorter. I'm sorry."

The demon's tongue poked into his cheek as he nodded, thanking Jinu, and left the room.

The door was loud enough as it closed that it jolted him slightly.

Jinu sighed and flipped the next page of the binder to the next candidate.

"Next!"

The next demon that came in was a tall man with catlike yellow eyes and purple skin, with various dark purple patterns across his skin. He wore a black fitted t-shirt, and skinny jeans, and his nose sloped down.

Jinu couldn't help the slight envy of the toned physique of this one. His arms and shoulders were impressive, and the shirt was practically one yawn away from ripping.

Jinu glanced at the paper, and the man's name tag.

Yes, this was correct.

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Kim Daeho." The demon smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Daeho. I'm Jinu. Do you have a song or performance planned for today?"

Daeho's eyes flashed as he nodded. He straightened his spine and regarded Jinu steadily. "Yes, I do."

"Alright, let's hear it then."

Jinu was speechless.

Daeho's voice could go from the deep bass notes to a high tenor, giving a smooth sound. Not to mention his charisma was undeniable. He didn't dance, rather just stood in one place and sang, but his passion could clearly be heard in his voice and face.

He couldn't help but clap quietly when the demon was done.

He's very promising.

"That was very good, Daeho. Have you always sang that well?" Jinu frowned slightly, but there was a smile on his face as he wrote something on the sheet.

Daeho smiled. "Ever since I was a kid. It's corny, but I always wanted to be a singer."

"You have a very good voice—you're not much of a dancer, are you?"

Daeho shook his head. "No, not really. But I was always asked at dances, though."

Jinu chuckled. "Of course you were. Are you open to the prospect of dancing?"

His lips pressed together as Daeho briefly contemplated it, before nodding.

"I'm willing to learn, Jinu."

"Alright." Jinu nodded. "You're in."

Jinu collapsed to his bed after the last candidate.

It was a gruelling day, having to listen to demon after demon singing, seeing them dance, rap, or otherwise try to prove themselves to what he was trying to assemble.

This was just the tip of the iceberg.

The audition was one thing.

What came next would really test them—and Jinu wanted to see if the two he picked were worthy.

His head pounded, feeling like it would implode from inside out, and Jinu crashed to the ground, seeing the fiery flames of Gwi-ma.

Behind him was the mass crowd of demons, at the door of the stairs, watching the commotion unfold. Ones with fanged teeth, others with sharp wings, ones with bodies resembling melting candles and bulging eyes.

"Jinu, the Honmoon is almost sealed off—" Gwi-ma's voice boomed. "And you have no souls to make up for it!"

The sheer force made him wince. "Gwi-ma, I can explain—"

"You will explain nothing!" Gwi-ma shouted, and the other demons behind him, at the foot of the stairs, cowered in fear.

"The Hunters are coming up with faster and more efficient ways to kill us off, and you can't even utilize what I gave you?"

His face nearly smacked the ground at the boom of Gwi-ma's voice.

"You remember our deal, don't you?"

Flashes of his mother and sister rang through his head, and he shuddered. The look of sadness and betrayal, and his sister, his sweet sister, reaching out—

"Yes." Jinu gasped. "I remember."

Gwi-ma made a sound that resembled someone hissing through their teeth. "If that's true, you seem to be gaining your humanity. I'll make sure you don't forget it."

"No!"

"Silence!"

The utter shame that Gwi-ma instilled was so intense, it felt like his insides would rip out of his chest.

"Weaken the Honmoon, get me more souls, and I'll reconsider our deal, Jinu."

The other demons were cowering, their bodies practically vibrating in the crowd as they watched helplessly.

As much as they wanted to interfere, Gwi-ma was just too strong.

With a push onto his feet, Jinu grit his teeth.

"I will. Trust me, I will."

But Gwi-ma's voice was sweet as honey, dripping with poison as he practically purred. It was the kind of tone that would comfort, yet unsettle one at the same time. "I know you will."

#kpop demon hunters #saja boys #baby saja #jinu kpdh #kpdh #romance saja #mystery saja #abs saja #jinu

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camficdiner · 9 hours ago

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I’ve loved reading all the other fic diner fics you’ve posted. You’re genuinely such a talented writer!

Could I get 1.1, 2.13 & 2.17, 3.5, and 4.3?

☕️ Cams Fic Diner – Order 071

🍒: thank you for spiraling with me into all things Jack Hughes — you’re the reason this one hit so hard

💬: “The flowers meant nothing, right?”

✨description and prompts

• character: Jack Hughes

• prompt: exes to lovers • he sends flowers but you’re not talking • jealousy & possessiveness explode at a party

• type: angst • emotional tension • smut

• wc: 1.2k

✨🍒🛼🧁

It started with something small. A text he didn’t reply to. A night out he forgot to tell you about. But you knew it wasn’t about the little things — it never was.

You loved Jack. Quietly, deeply, stubbornly. But he didn’t always make it easy. He could be flaky, distracted, moody after games. You gave, and gave, and one night you snapped.

“Do you even want this?”

“You want too much from me.”

“You’re scared of anything real.”

“And you’re impossible.”

The fight wasn’t just loud. It was cruel. You said things you didn’t mean, and he said things you couldn’t forget.

“Maybe I never wanted you.”

He apologized the next day. You didn’t answer.

You didn’t answer for five months.

⸻

After every single game, they showed up.

Bouquets. Lavish. Specific. Like he remembered every flower you ever pointed out, even in passing.

Aster, ranunculus, orchids.

No return address.

Just a card, every time:

“Still yours. I’ll wait.”

You left them on the counter. Sometimes in the bedroom. Once, you fell asleep with one of his notes in your hand. But you never called him.

You weren’t ready. Or maybe you were afraid.

Because if you opened that door again, you’d never be able to close it.

⸻

It’s Quinn’s birthday — a backyard party at a waterfront rental, drinks flowing, warm night air humming with music and too many people.

You show up in a backless dress, heels, and a date.

He’s tall. Striking. Looks good in pictures. Perfect for the optics.

You see Jack the moment he arrives. Tousled curls, button-down rolled to his elbows, throat lined with tension.

You look away first.

He doesn’t stop looking.

And then you do it.

“Jack, have you met Julia?”

“She plays in a charity league. You guys should talk.”

She’s lovely. Athletic. Friendly.

You walk away with a smug little smile and your date’s hand on your waist.

It doesn’t last long.

⸻

You’re at the outdoor bar when you feel it — that weight. That heat.

You turn and see him, across the lawn, back stiff, drink forgotten in his hand. Julia’s trying to flirt, her fingers grazing his knee. His jaw is clenched so hard, you think it might crack.

And then he sees your date — leaning into you, whispering something. He brushes your bare shoulder with his lips.

Jack’s glass slams to the counter before you even process what’s happening.

He walks straight to you. Doesn’t say hello. Doesn’t ask. Just curls a strong, firm hand around your wrist and says:

“We need to talk. Now.”

“Jack—”

“You brought him here. And you set me up? You’ve lost your goddamn mind.”

“Let go of me.”

“Not until we settle this.”

You don’t fight when he pulls you into the hallway and shoves open the guest bedroom door. The door slams. The lock clicks.

“You think flowers mean nothing?” he growls. “You think this means nothing?”

You’re too stunned to speak.

⸻

He doesn’t wait. His mouth crashes into yours, teeth and tongue, pure fury and want and months of held-in desire. He walks you back until your thighs hit the edge of the bed, then lifts you like you’re weightless.

“Jack—”

“You didn’t call,” he whispers into your neck. “So I’m done being soft.”

He drops to his knees.

His hands slide up your thighs, slow and unforgiving, fingers hooking your panties and dragging them down with one swift pull. His mouth meets your core, hungry, wild — his tongue dragging long, slow strokes that have you gasping.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he groans against you. “Missed you.”

He eats you out like it’s all he’s thought about — hands on your thighs, tongue curling against your clit, switching between slow suckling and sharp flicks that make your hips buck off the mattress.

You come embarrassingly fast — his name gasped, one hand in his curls, the other gripping the sheets.

He stands, licking his lips, watching you shake.

“You think he could’ve made you come like that?”

You don’t answer.

He rips your dress down the middle. Literally — fabric tearing, pooling at your waist.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Jack. Fuck, you—”

He groans and thrusts into you with no warning, burying himself deep in one hard, desperate push. You both moan at the same time, heads pressed together, bodies locked like they never wanted to let go in the first place.

He fucks you hard — hips slamming into yours, one hand braced against the headboard, the other on your throat, thumb just enough pressure to make your breath catch.

“You wanna play games? Bring a fucking model to piss me off?”

“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

You come again — louder this time. Filthy. Ruined.

He’s not far behind. He pulls out just in time, groaning your name, spilling hot across your stomach while your eyes are still rolling back.

⸻

After, you’re both breathless. Silent. Shaking.

Then he lies beside you, hand brushing your jaw.

“I sent you those flowers because I love you.”

“I didn’t answer because I didn’t think I deserved it.”

He pulls you into his chest.

“You always did.”

⸻

You leave the party an hour later, his hoodie covering your torn dress.

You don’t say goodbye to your date.

You go home with Jack.

Because you’re done pretending you don’t want to.

#camficdiner #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes smut #jh86 #jack hughes imagine #jh86 x reader

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ocelotted · 1 day ago

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when the sun comes up (i)

Try as you might, you still can’t quite put your finger on what Hoshibami Taiga is to you. A soulmate is not always a lover, after all, and even so — a lover is not always right. There are no correct answers with someone like Taiga; none that come easily, anyways. It doesn’t stop you from looking. (Alternatively: Things change between you and Taiga in the darkness of a rogue anomaly’s pocket dimension. You're left to think about a lot of things in the aftermath.)

relationships — hoshibami taiga/fem! reader; shinjo ritsu/fem! reader

contains — soulmate au (only seeing colour once you touch your soulmate) + forced proximity. use of 'kitty-cat'. mild claustrophobia warning. soft ritsu, taiga being bewitching and bemusing. more angst than i anticipated. fic is more taiga focused than ritsu focused but in the overall ‘universe’ (should i expand on this) they are equal i promise. dividers are by @/enchanthings

wc — 2.9k

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You think, sometimes, that the universe has made it its personal mission to ensure that you become as well acquainted with misfortune as possible before you die.

It's melodramatic, perhaps, but by no means unfounded. You'd been haunted by a faint sense of unease ever since Hyde handed you the case file the other week. He'd done so with his trademark knowing grin, the one that made you want to choose violence without fail (though perhaps he was just getting you in the mood for your infamously irascible companions) and some part of you had known that you'd remember the horrors to come with remarkable vividness. As had long become routine, you'd swallowed down the lump in your throat, ignored how the crimson mark over your pulse point flared with heat, and thanked whatever deity presided over your life that Ritsu was there.

That gratitude has long served its time. Now, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with Hoshibami Taiga in the ridiculously cramped void of an anomaly's pocket dimension, you're left with begrudging resignation at best.

"You don't gotta look so torn up about it, kitty-cat," the ghoul in question drawls. "Told you to make yourself comfortable, didn't I?"

Comfortable. You let your head loll back, hitting an invisible boundary with a muted thump. "I hope you're mocking me."

He lets out a noise that's part-laugh, part-scoff, and you resist the urge to sag against the wall. You're sure your soulmark is warm to the touch; you can feel the heat of it radiating up to your jaw from where it sits atop your carotid artery. It's a painfully intimate placement. You thought it to be romantic when you were younger. Now, you feel like it's a touch too on the nose. Taiga certainly holds no more affection towards it than you do either way, if the fleeting irritation that mars his face whenever your markings burn in conjunction is any indicator.

"I didn't take ya to be set off by a tight squeeze." The lighting is just good enough for you to catch a faint inconsistency in the line of his mouth, the one that tells you a part of him is someplace else.

"I'm not," you respond, somewhat tersely. "I'm just... worried."

Worried, plagued, unsure. Any word is as good as the rest. The suddenness with which you were thrust from fighting for your life on an abandoned cargo ship to finding yourself trapped in here was discomfiting, to say the least, and adrenaline is still humming in your blood. At certain points, you can still hear Romeo's acronymic commands-slash-insults echoing around you, feel the warmth of Ritsu's ungloved hand in your own as he calls out his incantation. He'd given your palm a slight squeeze before you'd left to confront the anomaly, accompanied by that firm, allaying smile that said he was here for you. It had ached, just a little, but you'd returned it as best you could.

Almost unconsciously, you murmur: "I hope the others are okay."

Taiga hums unaffectionately. "You hope Shinjo's okay."

Electricity jets down your spine. You can't help the way your eyes snap to him, as if you could confirm what you'd just heard through sight alone, and find that he's already looking at you — viridescent hues dispassionate, glinting in the low light with something a braver person might call a challenge.

You swallow down the tremor threatening to spill into your voice and raise a brow. "Where did that come from?"

There's something acidulous brimming beneath your tongue. Morbid amusement, you figure, with a spoonful of incredulity.

He returns your expression. "What, did I get it wrong? It sure as hell isn't Lulu you're stuck on."

You frown. "Firstly, you're making it sound like I don't care about Romeo at all. Secondly, I'm not 'stuck on' Ritsu—"

"Coulda fooled me."

"I'm not looking to."

Taiga rolls his eyes. "Come on, kitty-cat. You practically start droolin' whenever the kid starts goin' on about legal crap."

"You—!" Your mouth falls slightly ajar at the coarseness of the statement, and the acid brewing in your throat morphs into something hot and feverish that sets off sparks behind your teeth. With what poise you have remaining, you gather them up and force them back down. "I do not."

You do not. You couldn't — not really, anyways, not while there's a half-eaten star on your neck that has seared itself into your skin a thousand times over. Not while you know him like you do, like only a soulmate does (like only a soulmate can), and certainly not while the cosmos screams that he keeps you turning on your axis, if only to be burned by his light. It infuriates you. It drags you to the ground with a strength a demon would envy.

You are cold when your racing pulse finally falls away, and in the back of your mind there are snapshots of hazy mornings and storm-tossed sheets as your breath mingles with Taiga’s in the air.

You feel distinctly ill.

(You think, sometimes, that there is a flower in your chest. It blooms luminous and gnarled, in all the colours of the world, and it follows the path of Taiga's eyes like its own, strange version of heliotropism. It is your curse and everything but. It keeps your heart beating. It feeds on the blood in your veins.

It's the very same one etched into his skin just shy of the cut of his jaw, settled and surging like a grudge.)

"Why are you even saying this?" You ask. Why do you even remember this, simmers soft and low beneath the words. Somewhere deep within the lattice of your voice there is a small, crouching thing, like a locked treasure chest or a music-box bird, so fragile and lovely and earnest that a part of you can't believe you're baring it to Taiga, of all people.

"'Cause it's annoying as shit," he grumbles. It's crass, but at least it's expected. "If you're gonna shack up with each other, just do it already. Lulu complains about it a shit ton, and it pisses me off."

The muzzle of his revolver glints harshly when he raises it to scratch at his temple. You're reminded of the sun and how it devours itself, uncaring and unceasing; how it gives itself to the risk. You feel his warmth against your skin and are suddenly, inexplicably seized by a surge of heat, like the ghost of a solar flare.

"I don't know if that's all there is to it, Taiga," you say quietly.

Perhaps it's a gamble. If so, it's one infinitely more perilous than anything you'd find in Sinostra. It's one you're willing to take anyways because the knowledge binding you two together is too heavy for the space to bear, spectres of a faraway life superimposed over the black spots dancing at the edges of your vision, and your mark is pulsing like an incessant, unforgiving reminder that the love you once dreamed of will always leave someone in pain.

Taiga's gaze is sharp when it cuts across to you. His fingers flex around his gun.

"You really wanna do this now?"

In another time, you would be marvelling at the words. This. This as in all the choices you never made. This as in the ease with which you fit into each other's space, so natural it borders on devastating, predetermined in the same way that a tragic play's ending is penned before the actors even step foot onstage. This as in the strangeness of having someone who is both your peace and your strife, and most of all the strangeness of having someone who is meant to be your love.

(This as in the strangeness of having someone, anyone at all.)

"Why not?" Your voice comes out steadier than you anticipated. "It's just us here."

And neither of us can run away goes unsaid. Neither of us can fight it and win.

Taiga scoffs. "No one's forcin' you to talk about it, kitty-cat."

"Does someone have to?" Your agitation is bubbling up again, like snapping jaws beneath still waters. Every time. It goes like this every time. "I'm not any happier about this than you are, Taiga. But at least I've got the nerve to face it."

"'Nerve'?" You can see his teeth flash above the curl of his tongue. "Gimme a break. I'm not the one actin' like this is some lifechanging shit."

"Maybe it isn't, to you." Your shoulders slump. "But it is to me."

It is because your ribcage closes in on your heart a little bit more every time you see the colour red, and it is because every time Ritsu looks at you in the library's honeyed glow you know he might never know what that feels like. To see the world in its entirety; to feel its embrace like the pitiless arms of a clock that never stops ticking, ticking, ticking.

Even if Taiga never cares, you think, Ritsu deserves an explanation — a sliver of clarity to tuck away, before you both fall any faster.

"There's not a lot to it, y'know." Taiga says. It could be your imagination, but something's shifted in the grain of his voice. It's not softer in the slightest; rather, a touch exposed, a layer stripped back harshly to reveal the raw and beating underneath. “I don’t give a crap about this soulmate shit. If you wanna make off with the Shinjo kid, then go ahead. But if I ever love ya, it’s gonna be ‘cause I want to.”

Time stops — just for a second.

In all the time you've known Taiga, you've seen quite a lot of him. You've weathered his fury, and you've been singed by his brilliance, and in some twisted, churning way, you've revelled in the look in his eyes when he plays a royal flush and takes from someone what they're worth. But you've never quite seen this part of him: artless and painfully real, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit aching.

If I ever love ya, it's gonna be 'cause I want to. You replay it one more time.

"Huh." You tip your chin up towards stars you cannot see. You are sure they're beautiful, anyhow. "That's oddly sweet."

(You think, sometimes, that underneath it all, you and Taiga are not so different. You love and hate fortune, in all the ways it has wronged you but more so in all the ways that it has served you, and you despise the idea of being bound. You were made to run wild. To choke the world.

Perhaps that is why it is so unfortunate, that you were made for each other as well.)

Taiga snorts. "Don't get that pretty head of yours mixed up. I still don't give a shit."

"You don't need to worry. I'm very much aware of that."

He shrugs. "Long as we've got it straight."

You let out a soft puff of air that is half-amusement, half-acquiescence, and resume gazing into the void. Taiga lingers at the edge of your sight. It comes to mind that you never quite know what you're looking for, with him. He is inscrutable in that way — wound like a predator on the hunt, indifferent like a creature that has laid the rush of being chased to the wind.

At times like this, though, there's something clearer about him: where he's less of a force, more of a person. You decide that you like it.

Suddenly, he perks up. You tilt your head curiously.

"Might wanna brace yourself, kitty-cat." Bemusement twists in your gut, but you curl in on yourself a little on instinct. "Should be right about... now."

As if on cue, the invisible walls entombing you fold back into space. Air rushes in the hollow they leave behind. You pitch forwards with an soundless, unceremonious yelp, one hand shooting out to seize Taiga's arm in a death grip.

You land ungracefully, limbs knocking against scuffed steel with a harshness that makes you hiss.

"See?"

Blinking rapidly, you look to the side. Taiga has one knee up and a shit-eating grin on his face that doesn't betray your discussion in the slightest.

"Kitty-cat," he repeats, revolver spinning in hand.

Your pointed glare (he never lets you off the hook, although you suppose the same could be said for you) is, for better or for worse, cut into by your names being called.

When your head swivels again, you're met with an uncharacteristically dishevelled Ritsu making his way over from the other side of the deck, Romeo striding out on his heels.

"Are you injured?" The former asks, brows furrowed. He stops just shy of your sprawled limbs and you scramble to pull yourself together. It feels faintly unreal, the spill of light into your eyes, the wash of space around you. Your heart is hammering.

(Your soulmark is pulsing red, red, red.)

You shake your head and look around. There are bits of nonhuman viscera scattered around the place, and Romeo's rifle is still smoking. "You got rid of the anomaly, I presume."

The vice-captain clicks his tongue. "Obviously, you BB. It wasn't difficult."

"Nice to see you too, Fico."

"Hey, Lulu." Taiga grins beside you. "Had a good go at it, didn't ya?”

Romeo’s eye twitches.

“Don’t even get me started on you, you BTH! What the hell were you doing? Were you trying to get the both of you killed?!” He fumes.

“Aw, you do care,” you remark, lips curving at the (only mildly homicidal) way his eyes flash.

Taiga waves a hand. “Relax, Lulu. We’re outta there now, yeah?”

Romeo does not seem remotely allayed. “Take this seriously for once! You are the most infuriating—“

The two of them slip into the back-and-forth you've long grown fond of, and a grin rises to your lips. Ritsu is still lingering near you, warm in a way that tears your attention away from the humming at your neck, teal eyes patient and searching.

"I'm glad you're okay," you murmur, under the sound of Romeo's exasperated reckonings. He offers you a small, hesitant smile.

"The feeling is mutual. It was quite a shock when you and the captain vanished so suddenly." He replies. "I'm sorry we were unable to capture the anomaly."

Hearing him say it sends a stab of disappointment through your gut that you'd been trying to repress, but you shake your head. "Don't be. At least we're all in one piece."

Ritsu smiles again in placid agreement, but his eyes are elsewhere. You follow his gaze and realise your hand is still wrapped around Taiga's bare wrist. You'd reached for him on instinct, you remember; you'd held onto him by nature. At some point after the initial fall, your vice-like grip had given way to something softer, looser (and as you soon discover, much more difficult to pull away from.)

You manage anyways. Cold pierces your limbs when you flex your fingers into the empty air; you disregard it resolutely, swivelling to face Ritsu in full.

"So," you say, voice ever so strained, "an anomaly with spatial manipulation powers, huh? Those can't be too common."

Ritsu looks on the verge of saying something neither of you know how to voice. He studies you cautiously, for a brief moment filled only by the silent request to leave it for another day simmering in your eyes.

Your heart almost caves in when he nods.

"I don't believe they are," he acquiesces. "We will be performing an in-depth evaluation of the anomaly's capabilities during the mission write-up. You and the captain were absent for approximately forty-six percent of the active conflict, but an account of your experiences in its domain would be highly valuable nevertheless."

"I'm looking forward to it." You smile, and you mean it. You remind yourself that this is what you know. You are secure with Ritsu, with how his voice flows over you like water, with the soundness of his care. You fit neatly into the palm of his hand and he keeps you there like a promise for his eyes alone, and in another world, perhaps that could ring true.

You blink the thought away. Right now, it doesn't matter. Romeo barks out a, the floor is filthy — what are you still doing down there? and you take the hand Ritsu offers you, focusing all you are onto his touch. Right now, you are alive, and you are here. You can stifle a laugh when Taiga sets Romeo off with another heedless remark and chat with Ritsu about the potential applications of an anomalous pocket dimension to life at Darkwick and pretend that the sand at the top of your hourglass isn't steadily running out, that you aren't just another tragedy on two feet.

"Let's go." Romeo taps his foot impatiently. He turns on his heel without waiting, muttering about how the poor air quality will dry out his skin. Taiga stretches up, green eyes flickering over to you in something wordless and fleeting before he sets off in suit. Ritsu looks at you again, the ghost of his touch clinging softly to your skin.

"Let's go," you echo. Your hands fall limp at your sides, and a warm ache hums to life in your chest at how well his steps match your own when you follow through. The sunset is beautiful, you think, but the truth of wonder is stored in that which it illuminates.

Soulmates and tricky feelings aside, you'll be glad to have these memories when you go.

thank you for reading!

if you made it this far tysm for sticking through to the end! i think the first thing i should say is sorry for the probably ooc behaviour; i'm only up to ep 8 so have mercy on my sinostra loving soul (i'm ready to fight case 59 in the pit). unfortunately i would have imploded if i didn't get this fic out of my system so here it is i guess...

this is my first non-drabble fic (!!!) so it is quite special to me. i have a lot of thoughts about this universe but for better or for worse whether they will actually be written out remains to be seen.

final notes... have a great day!

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker x reader #taiga hoshibami x reader #ritsu shinjo x reader #taiga's speech patterns are hell on earth to write as a non native english speaker but for him.....#for him i can learn to brave the horrors #because that's what love is /j #mai.fic

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molliemovies · 3 days ago

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movie night but you need a distraction: art Donaldson smut

hey guys this is my first time ever writing any type of one shot/ fan fiction/smut. please leave any tips to better my writing id love to learn and do better. enjoy!!!!

 warnings: smut, mdni, 18+, sub!art Donaldson x reader, praise kink, ma'am kink, mommy kink, edging, overstimulation and idk ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ you know when your laying there watching a movie but all you want to do is go on your phone, you get all fidgety because you can't keep still for a long period of time with out doing something with your hands. well after years of half finished movies you had to turn off because you couldn't concentrate or movies you finished but missed half the plot because you were scrolling on your phone instead of watching, you finally found the perfect thing to keep your hands busy and your mind distracted with out losing concentration on the movie and art (your bf) was happy to help.

As your laying on the bed, back against the pillows with a movie on in front of you, you start getting that bored angsty feeling. looking over to your left to glance at your phone you almost reach to grab it but stop knowing that once you start scrolling you won't be able to finish the movie. glancing to your right at your boyfriend art Donaldson who's laying comfortably scrolling on his phone probably reply to reels Patrick has sent him on instagram. "art" you call his name sweetly knowing what you were about to ask was anything but, "yeah" he says seeming distracted by his texting not aware of what's going on. "can I jerk you off?" you ask innocently. "yea- wait! what? huh?" art stutters as he realises what you asked him and jerks his head over to look at you. as you look at him casually you repeat your question "can I jerk you off? I feel fidgety but I don't want to go on my phone and miss what happens". art looks at you with wide eyes, shocked at the question you've asked him as if you haven't asked him this and done this a thousand times before "um I- yes! I mean sure if you want baby" he splutters nervously but also excited.

he quickly reaches down to clumsily undo his trousers and pull down his pants as you watch patiently amused at how turned on he got so quickly. when he pulls down his checkered boxers you see that he's all ready half hard. his dick springs out and hits his stomach, hard, red and waiting to be touched. you smile sweetly at him and lean over to spit on his tip, not that he needs it he's already dripping like a teenager. as your spit drips down the side of his veiny dick you stick your hand out under his chin and jerk your head in signal for him to spit, he looks at you with glossed over eyes and leans down to spit in the palm of your hand. you quickly reach down and grasp as his now fully hard cock and slowly start moving up and down to lube him up, now that your hands are distracted you can continue watching your movie.

after a couple minutes of stroking his perfect dick, completely unaware of what art looks like you hear a loud mewl like moan and glance over to see art with his eyes closed, one leg up, fist clenching the sheets and biting hard on his lip, seeming like he wanted to be quiet and not distract you from your movie you were locked into now that you had something to do with your hands. "oh you poor baby, you don't have to stay quiet for me. its okay to make noises" you reassure him knowing he was struggling to keep quiet (he's always been loud in bed if he's not moaning he's whimpering as if he's in pain or breathing as if he's just ran a marathon). arts eyes shoot open to glance at you "mhm feels so ngh~ good, thank you ma'am" he moans breathily, still keeping a hard grip on the sheets. "good boy" you say sweetly before glancing back at the movie. "doing so well baby" 'your such a good boy" "you look so pretty" you blur out random praises not even glancing at him so he doesn't feel neglected while your not concentrating on him. "please ma'am I need to ngh~ cUUM~ please go faster~" he sputters out quickly as if he's in pain.

you glance over at him and realise you've been slowly edging him for the past 25 minuets now and he hasn't came once because of the slow pace you've been stroking him. "oh my poor baby, im sorry I didn't realise how badly you were struggling" you say as you speed up your hand to get him closer to the edge "go on baby, cum for me, that's it your doing so well." you praise hi sweetly only glancing at him for a second before returning your gaze back to the movie " ngh thank you, thank you" he moans over and over again quietly before he freezes and holds his breath. knowing he's about to cum you keep the same rhythm and spew out random praises while still distracted by the movie. a second later he starts cumming all over your hand and all across his stomach. "thank you ma'am" he says finally taking a deep breath. "no thank you baby, do you think you can give me one more baby please" you look at him knowing he would never be able to tell you no.

"uhh umm okay ma'am just one more yeah?" he agrees timidly. you reassure him "yeah just one more baby". you glance down at the mess he's made and use his cum as a lubricant to jerk him for the second time. he immediately starts whining clearly overstimulated from the first one but not complaining because he doesn't want to distract you from your movie again. 'mgh~ pleas~ please faster ma'am" he begs after a couple minuets of you accidentally edging him again. you glance over this time not saying anything and fasten you speed. 'thank you thank you thank you" he mutters random thanks not really knowing what he's saying just making noises. after a couple seconds he loudly moans while he cums for the second time in 10 minuets, he reaches out to hold your wrist to top you from moving clearly over stimulated. you glance over with an apologetic stare knowing your not actually sorry "baby there's still 40 minuets left please one more time? you don't want mommy to be annoyed do you?" you asking him while giving him a small dramatic frown. "umm no ma'am. I- mean no I- don't want you to be annoyed" he stutters out. "good boy just one more time okay?" you coo him sweetly, "okay mommy" he mutters while talking deep breaths as if he's mentally preparing himself.

10 minuets later: "one more time baby" you say as he whines

another 10 minutes later: "sorry baby one more time, almost over" you reassure him and kiss his cheek as he softly cries but doses't want you to stop either

5 minuets later: ...."one more time."

the end.

#wlw #challengers #mike faist #art donaldson x you #art donaldson smut #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson #sub!art donaldson #sub!art #first smut #smut

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myinconnelly1 · 3 days ago

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Honey Coated 2

Word count: 998

Bob Reynolds x Reader (Honey)

Summary: Bucky Apologizes for his behaivor and Bob does something he regrets.

Warnings: Male Masturbation, Guilt over sexual activity, no cumming, forgetting your clothes when taking a shower at someone else's house... I don't know what these warnings are y'all

You got to the office, intent on ignoring Bucky, at least until he apologized. There was a small bunch of yellow flowers and a card.

‘I was a dick, and I suck at apologies. The gang wants you to come over for a group dinner. I think they like you and don’t want me to screw this up. Yelena said I should get these flowers because yellow means you’re sorry, and she thought you could wear them in your hair. So, I’m sorry, and I think these would look pretty in your hair. – Bucky’

You almost choked laughing at the absurdity of the note. You pulled out your cell phone out of your pocket and shot a message off asking what time to be at dinner. You laid out Bucky’s files for him in order of importance then grabbed some work from other folders that you needed to work on. The man was a walking organizational nightmare when it came to paperwork, and he seemed grateful to have you on board. You just hadn’t realized how many other things he would need help with. You grabbed the flowers and your laptop bag and left to find a place to get your hair done with them.

“Oh, these are so pretty,” the stylist told you as she looked at them and then at your hair. “You’re sure you want them put in your style?”

“Yes, per his request, he wants me to wear his apology for everyone to see.” You embellished the story a little, but it was more fun that way and made Bucky a little more anonymous.

“He sounds like a good man,” she said pursing her lips and getting to work. You finished getting ready as the taxi arrived at your small apartment.

The smells from the kitchen filled the entire watchtower. You could literally smell the food in the lobby and you had to work to stop yourself from drooling.

“Fuck,” John said as you walked out of the elevator. “You clean up nice, Honey,” your embarrassment made him grin.

“Come on, Walker, I just got her to come back,” Bucky said.

“I was right about those flowers,” Yelena said happily as she looked you over. “Food's ready, come sit down.” It was a comfortable setting with lots of food. You weren’t sure why you were surprised. Bucky said the serum increased his metabolism, it only stood to reason that Alexi and John were the same way. Something about the amount of food Bob normally ate gnawed at the back of your mind but you weren’t about to allow stress to stop you from enjoying your time here.

“You left some clothes here, why don’t you stay the night? You can take my room, I’ll sleep on the couch,” Bucky offered as drinks were poured for a lot of the people. You smiled graciously and missed the way that Bob tensed when the offer was made.

“Thanks, Bucky,” You smiled.

“I think we should work to get her a more permanent room if she is going to be here more often,” Ava said to Bucky nonchalantly.

“That’s a good idea,” Alexi said as he drank his drink.

The shower after drinks was a good idea. You hadn’t drank too much, but it was enough to feel it. You toweled off and realized you hadn’t brought your clothes in with you. They were still in Bucky’s room. Across the hall. Way to make a good impression of being a responsible human being. You hoped maybe you could get there without anyone seeing you.

You were wrong.

You opened the door rushed out and collided with Bob.

“Shit, I’m-“ he started to apologize as he grabbed your arm to make sure you didn’t fall but stopped mid-sentence. The steam from the shower coalesced around you, and water fell down your body even after your rushed attempt to dry off. He was staring at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to swallow and bring moisture back into his mouth. He licked his lips and pulled the bottom one between his teeth.

You almost died.

“Bob?” You asked quietly as his eyes trailed down your body.

“Uh- Sorry,“ he let go of you and rushed away leaving you alone and trying to cool off. You were going to need another shower at this rate. You ran to Bucky’s room and threw your clothes on.

Bob got to his room and leaned against the door, rubbing his hands threw his hair. He was pathetic. His body had been pressed up against yours, and he had watched the way the water ran down your throat and in between your breasts. He was gasping as he palmed his cock. It had sprung to life at the way you had said his name, your breasts heaving. He had really been hoping that the towel would magically fall from your body. He let out a small whimper at the thought of you being naked for him to see and he squeezed his cock.

He was so sensitive. He’d been too afraid to hurt anyone after the whole Sentry situation that he hadn’t been with anyone in months. His breathing quickened as he imagined what you looked like under the towel. He had been very close to your body when you had slept in his bed. The muscles in his stomach tightened, as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. The feeling of his impending orgasm snapped him out of his thoughts. He squeezed the tip of his dick in an attempt to squash his arousal.

Guilt quickly consumed him as he realized what he was about to do. He had almost cum in his pants just from bumping into you coming out of the shower. Jesus, all he had done was touch your arm. The shame extinguished any remaining flames of desire, and he let his head fall back and hit the door behind him. It hurt and he was glad.

#Bob Reynold x reader #x reader #Sunny & Honey #Honey #Bucky Barnes #yelena belova #ava starr #John walker #alexi shostakov

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demigodsanswer · 2 days ago

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just wanted to say I’m OBSESSED with the newest twice upon a pointe prompt you wrote and it was so fun to go back to that universe!!!! No specific requests but would love to see more TUAP if you feel inspired in that universe and hope you are still planning the TUAP sequel at some point in the future 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

Thank you so much! It was really nice to get back to that universe!

I don't have a specific sequel planned, but I do have more fics in my brain, including more of Variation, and a fic I'm calling "Four Little Swans" which is Annabeth connecting with younger company girls for the first time post-breakup. Here's a little of that!

Annabeth didn’t usually get nervous before ballets. She certainly hadn’t been nervous to perform Sugar Plum in at least the last six years. But there she was, in her pink romantic tutu, leg warmers still on under it, nervous.

“What if I don’t remember how to do this?” She asked Beck in the hallway.

“That won’t happen,” he promised her. Oh, what did he know anyway?

Annabeth walked to the rosin box, offering tepid “hello”s to anyone who welcomed her back. Selfishly, she’d wished more people had seemed happy to see her.

She slipped on her shoes. She’d cut holes in her tights, so that her toes stuck out, only a thin strip of the tights left hanging between her big toe and second, like a flip flop. Usually she’d cut out the heel as well and sew the tights to the shoes, but she preferred to use two pairs of shoes for Sugar -- a softer pair for the variation, and then a harder pair when she came back on later. So, no sewing things to tights today, Instead, she settled for rubbing her heel and tights in the rosin before slipping the back of her shoe over her heel, and praying to the pointe shoe gods the elastics held it on.

“Do you have any plans for Christmas?” A voice asked her.

Annabeth looked up. Meg and Kayla, two young corps members, were sitting around the rosin box with her. Meg was in old lady make-up for the party scene, and Kayla was the Harlequin, white face paint and red cheeks and all. Annabeth guessed they’d both have quick changes to become snow flakes during the battle.

Annabeth hoped her surprise at being spoken to didn’t come off as egotistical. She offered a soft smile in case it had.

“Bothering Beck and his wife, mostly,” Annabeth said, “waiting to come back here, and do all of this again.” Oh Christ, she was pathetic. “What about you two?”

“My dads are coming to visit,” Kayla said with a giddy excitement. “I have off Boxing Day, so we’re going to see the Rockettes!”

“That’s so exciting,” Annabeth said. “Where are they coming in from?”

“Canada. Toronto, or close enough. You know my dad has never been to the states before?” Kayla said, more to Meg than to Annabeth.

“He’s never come to see you dance?” Annabeth asked, a familiar ache in her chest forming out of sympathy.

Kayla shook her head. “I mean, I’ve done a few gigs in Canada since getting into the corps here, but no. They’re coming to the show tomorrow night, though!”

“That’s exciting,” Annabeth said.

“I still haven’t managed to convince Chiron to give me ten comped tickets for my family,” Meg said with a laugh.

“How many siblings do you have?” Annabeth asked, trying not to look too shocked.

Meg made a vague gesture with her hands. “Hard to say. I was adopted out of foster care, so I’ve had lots of foster siblings come and go. But right now there’s two parents and eight kids, not counting me. Big house down in New Jersey, full of tacky Italian American decor. My mom grows her own peppers and tomatoes,” she said, a clear fondness in her voice for it all. “But! This year, I’ve got off Christmas through the 28th! I’m going home to Joisey!” She said Jersey in an exaggerated accent that made Annabeth smile.

Annabeth didn’t ask her how she’d managed to pull off three consecutive off-days during Nutcracker; she just offered a smile and her mutual excitement.

The girls scooted off to finish getting ready as Annabeth kept warming up at the barre backstage. She had a vest on over her costume for the upper body too, but with so long to go before her entrance, she could never be too warm. Now was not the night for mistakes.

“-- I don’t want to talk about this any more,” she heard another girl whisper in a harsh, halting tone.

“I’m just trying to help.” Annabeth looked over. Lacy, a girl maybe eighteen years old and fresh into her corps contract and glaring at Julie, another young corps girl, taken into the company at the same time. If her relationship with Beck was any proof, that cohort bond ran deep.

Lacy was dressed as the doll, red dots on her cheeks, yellow pom poms on her skirt. It was a good solo role for an early dancer, one that Annabeth did for her first three years in the company. Julie seemed spared from the party scene tonight and was already in the white snow dress.

“Well, stop helping, okay. There’s nothing I can do about it right now,” Lacy said.

“You can’t wait until after Nutcracker,” Julie protested, “this is time sensitive.”

“I don’t want to be dealing with a minute longer than I have to, but what else am I supposed to do?” Lacy told her. “It’s a big deal. What if something goes wrong? I can’t deal with this, okay? Not now.”

“Are you okay?” Annabeth asked finally, turning towards them.

Annabeth guessed Lacy was blushing under the stage makeup. She shook her head “no.”.

“I’ve had every single ballet breakdown and problem you can imagine,” Annabeth offered, a balance of light-heartedness and sympathy in her voice as she crouched next to the girls. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s not a ballet thing, exactly,” Lacy said. She glanced around to see if anyone else was listening to her. “I ... I'm having an abortion. I just don't know when. If you know anyone in the company who's gone through that ...” She trailed off with a sad smile that surprised Annabeth. Lacy certainly wasn't the first company woman to go through that.

Annabeth offered an empathetic smile. “Sure. I’ve had one.”

Lacy relaxed. “Oh, did it hurt? How did you feel after --?”

Annabeth had never really talked openly about it before. It has been a sore point in her relationship with Luke. But once she started preparing Lacy for the experience, she found it felt almost nice to share the experience.

“The cramps weren’t great, and the bleeding lasted a little while, but it was over pretty fast. I was relieved, immediately relieved. Although, your hormones can go a little crazy afterwards, so it’s not uncommon to feel some varied emotions, or emotions that don’t really line up with what you know you wanted.” Annabeth left out the unfortunate details of her own relationship for Lacy’s sake. The poor girl didn’t need that too. “My doctor prescribed some pills. I took care it at home. It was nothing,” Annabeth promised.

“My doctor gave me the same ones. They’re in my bathroom, I just haven’t …” Lacy’s eyes were watery.

“Don’t cry, girlie. You’ve a show to do,” Annabeth told her. She was pretty sure someone had said that to her at some point. Maybe it was Lee? Or Helen? Maybe several people had said that to her? She was, after all, a not-so-secret cry baby.

“Okay,” Lacy said, taking a deep breath.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Annabeth promised her, gently touching her shoulder. You will need to take a week or so off. Chiron will understand. Actually, he’ll probably make you take the time off. I … well, I came back too fast after mine. I tried to dance Swan Lake. Ended up throwing up in the wings after the Black Swan coda. Chiron threatened to cut my ribbons and send me home.”

Lacy and Julie’s eyes were wide.

“But you’re his favorite,” Julie said.

Annabeth laughed. “Not sure if I agree with that,” (she did). “And I did something that could have permanently hurt my body,” she said with a shrug. “He wasn’t happy with me.” Annabeth turned back to Lacy. “But Chiron will understand if you tell him.”

“But the shows --”

“The ballet will be here when you get back,” Annabeth said. She looked down at her pink tutu and smiled. “Trust me.”

Lacy ended up giving Annabeth a big hug when they stood up again. “Thank you, thank you!” Lacy said.

“Do you want my phone number, in case you need anything or have questions?” Annabeth offered.

Lacy accepted the offer with a big smile. “Wow, I can text Annabeth Chase whenever I want! Thirteen year old me is freaking out right now. Sorry, is that weird?”

Annabeth shook her head with a smile. “Merde,” she said to both of them, “go stay warm, don’t miss your entrance, and don’t forget your pom poms.”

At intermission, she and Beck ran the final pull across the stage in their pas de deux. His foot found the wire, her foot found the disk and slowly, slowly he pulled her across the stage as she balanced in arabesque. Annabeth always loved her arabesque lines. It was one of the positions she thought she looked nicest in, with her long, long legs. It made for great photos too, especially during the swans. Looked good here, too.

Their tech run was a success, and with that, and one more big hug from Beck, Annabeth got ready to welcome Marie to the land of sweets.

“It’s your solo,” a familiar voice said to her in the wings.

Annabeth turned to find Lee Fletcher, Droslemyer eye patch flipped up to show off both blue eyes. She smiled wide.

“Hi!” She said, before he pulled her into a tight hug.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said to her, still holding onto her. “It’s your solo, you know what that means? If you forget the steps, make them up.” Annabeth’s eyes welled with tears as she broke the hug. “Don’t cry, girlie, you’ve got a show to do. We’re all so happy to see you back.”

With a final merde, Lee disappeared back into the wings as the little angels got into formation on stage.

When the night ended, Annabeth was gifted a bouquet of flowers from Chiron, who rolled out onto stage to congratulate Annabeth and Beckendorf on their ten years in the company. There was no mention of her leave of absence. No, as the audience rose to their feet, it was as if no time had passed. She didn’t have any more shows to do tonight, so this time, she let herself cry.

Annabeth didn’t actually get to keep the flowers.They went back into a big bucket backstage. She dropped them off, and then was swarmed with kids. Someone handed her a marker, and she started signing slippers and pointe shoes faster than she could learn names. Then there were selfies. Lots and lots of selfies. She was happy to do it.

Still smiling, Annabeth looked around and spotted Percy Jackson, decked out in Candy Cane jingle bells. She started towards him, hoping to … apologize maybe? For getting hurt? Thank him for his kindness? She’d figure out when he got there. But the twelve and thirteen year olds who danced with him were surrounding him, far more interested in him and whatever bit he was doing than in her. Annabeth left them to it, sure she’d catch up with him soon.

Chiron caught her eye. He was deep in conversation with Mr. D, but he smiled at her anyway. Annabeth guessed that was an invitation to come over.

“-- I want Lacy to take care of this as soon as she can. Meg will just have to go on,” Chiron said to Mr. D as the conversation ended.

Annabeth looked at Mr. D, then back to Chiron. “Wait, Meg is Lacy’s alternate?” She asked.

“Yes,” Chiron said.

“But they were both on tonight?” Annabeth said.

“We needed an extra grandma and a Spanish corps fill in, but they do the same Snow and Flowers spot,” Chiron said.

“No, no, you can’t make Meg go on, she’s going to see her family --” Annabeth said. Stupid, she chastised herself. Had to get involved.

Chiron shrugged. “You know how things go.”

“What spot do they do?” She asked.

“Third short snowflake out,” Chiron said, “and second flower front, left side.”

“Those were my spots,” Annabeth said quickly. She’d done those spots twenty-six times. Eight years ago. When she was eighteen. But still, she’d done them. “I’ll do it. I’ve got nothing better going on anyway,” Annabeth said, forcing a smile.

“Those are corps spots. You couldn’t go on as Plum or Dew Drop,” Chiron said.

“I know that. I miss the corps,” that wasn’t a total lie. She did really love those dances.

“When was the last time you were a snowflake?” Mr. D asked her. Flowers was one thing. She always did a healthy number of Dew Drop performances every year, so she was still familiar with that waltz. Snow though …

“When I was twenty,” Annabeth said. “Not that long ago!”

Chiron sighed, and recognized a losing battle. “You’ll get one rehearsal tomorrow. If I don’t like it, Meg is on.”

“Deal,” Annabeth said.

Her dresser helped her out of the green powder puff tutu in her dressing room. Alone then, she examined herself in the mirror and tried to think over her performance.

Of course she could do a few shows of Snow and Flowers, she thought as she tossed her sweater on over her bare chest. She’d learned Russian Girl in Serenade in two hours when she was nineteen. She’s been thrown on for her first Sugar Plum when she was seventeen. She could do anything.

Maybe she had lost it all in those few months.

She slumped down in her dressing room chair, no pants on except her pink tights, pointe shoes still there too. Annabeth looked back at her costumes hanging there, each one on a hanger with a little green paper tag Chase. They’d been waiting for her.

And Chiron hadn’t even offered her a celebratory congratulations.

Maybe it had all been a disaster.

Overwhelmed and not sure what else to do, Annabeth leaned forward and sobbed, her arms resting on her vanity, her face resting on them. It felt good. She hadn’t had a Nutcracker breakdown yet. It felt overdue.

It was too much. Being back. Being Sugar Plum. Being in New York. Being in that apartment. She was an embarrassment to all of them. She’d never dance Aurora now.

She was vaguely aware of the door opening. Finding Annabeth crying somewhere wasn’t really a surprise to anyone so much as it had become a game of “Where’s Waldo” for the company. Or at least for the company members she used to hang out with. It felt incredibly cruel to her now that none of them ever really asked if she was okay. She expected whenever opened her door to leave her to it.

Piper didn’t.

“Hey, are you okay?” Her dressing roommate asked.

Annabeth just sobbed again as an answer.

“Want me to sit with you for a while?” She offered. Annabeth just kept crying. “Sob once for yes, twice for no.”

Annabeth sobbed once then started laughing a little. She lifted her face from her arms to actually look at Piper, who seemed a bit concerned but in a caring way. Piper plucked a tissue from the box and handed it to her, before pulling a chair next to Annabeth, and resting a hand on her back.

“Long night?” Piper asked.

Annabeth shrugged. “Chiron wasn’t happy.”

Piper looked confused. “With what?”

“My dancing,” Annabeth said, as if that was obvious.

“That can’t be true,” Piper said. “Sorry, but … look I’ve seen you dance like a thousand Plums. It’s your role, no doubt about that. But tonight you were so …” there was a look of genuine awe on Piper’s face for a moment, “... lifted, so on your leg. You had so much control, so much jump control. Perfect fucking turns.” She felt Piper’s arm move from her back to her arm. “You were so beautiful. And you looked so happy. Like really, really glowing, radiantly happy. The way Olivia looked at you,” that was the name of the little girl who’d played Marie tonight, “it was like a dream come true for her.”

There was a pause where Annabeth thought Piper might kiss her of all things. Annabeth leaned back, closing herself off a little more as she thought about what to say, trying to shake the idea of kissing Piper from her mind.

“Thanks,” Annabeth managed finally. “But Chiron doesn’t seem to think I’m even fit for the corps de ballet.”

“Huh?” Piper asked.

Annabeth recounted the story, leaving out the girls’ more personal details.

At the end Piper just looked at her like what Chiron had said was no big deal.

“Do you think he maybe said that because you are a bit tall for that spot?” Piper suggested.

Her first two years, she’d been a short snowflake. She was only five-five when she wasn’t on her toes. But on pointe she was nearly six feet, with long legs. And five-five was already on the taller side. Once some shorter girls like Drew joined, Annabeth had become a “tall” girl. Not tall enough for Arabian, but tall enough to put her in a new corps spot.

She didn’t know how tall Lacy was exactly, but she was shorter than Annabeth.

“Oh,” Annabeth said. “Maybe. I don’t know, he still didn’t seem enthusiastic about it.”

Piper grabbed a makeup wipe and started to wipe away Annabeth’s tear-streaked makeup. “Maybe he doesn’t want you risking your ankles on all that snow,” she suggested. “You’re our Aurora after all.”

Her makeup was gone, but Piper was still stroking her cheek gently. They were nearly forehead to forehead. Annabeth’s heart beat a little faster. Piper was very pretty. Annabeth had always known that. Maybe kissing her would be fun. She’d never kissed anyone besides Luke. Maybe she’d like kissing a girl. She’d had dreams of kissing Silena a few times. It might --

Annabeth stood up fast before she could do something stupid.

“I should go,” she said, grabbing her bag and her mother’s pin cushion and headed for the door.

“Annabeth,” Piper said.

“Yeah?”

“You’re not wearing pants,” she told her.

“Oh!” Annabeth said with a laugh. She sat back down and untied her pointe shoes, slipped on her sweats, and actually got ready to go as Piper gathered whatever she’d come back for.

“See you tomorrow?” Annabeth asked her.

Piper nodded. “I’m on for Marzi. When do you re-debut Snow?”

“The twenty-sixth,” Annabeth said. “Another Plum for me tomorrow.”

“Merde,” Piper said.

Annabeth made her way out of her dressing room, somehow feeling even more flustered than when she went in.

“There you are,” Beck said, tossing an arm over her shoulder. “Silena is waiting. You alright?”

Annabeth wiped her nose on the back of her hand. “Just got overwhelmed, I’ll be okay,” she promised. “Are you sure it’s okay I crash with you both?”

“Of course,” Beck said with a smile. “First performance! You deserve a celebration.”

“I should actually spend the night studying snow and flowers,” she confessed. Beck looked at her confused. “I maybe agreed to take on a few corps roles.”

Beckendorf smiled at her. “Of course you did. How’d that happen?”

“Tell you later,” Annabeth promised.

#twice upon a pointe #annabeth chase #piper mclean #kayla knowles #lacy percy jackson #meg mccaffrey #charles beckendorf

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despite-everything · 5 months ago

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hate hate hate when my coworkers don't do their jobs. i know we're underpaid. there is no reason to go above and beyond. but when you don't do your job you leave ME to deal with it or deal with the consequences, and i ALSO am underpaid. fuck you.

#my coworker who took over last night was bitching about someone else not helping him #(it wasnt the other persons job... it was his)#but he thanked me for getting things done. so i just smiled and left #and then i got here this morning and he didnt fucking finish the shit he was supposed to!!!!!#now i have to deal withit!!!!#im mad.#tree talks #for the record: im no ones boss. we've got the same job #if i was in management it would be a different situation

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madamechrissy · 5 months ago

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Pour it Up

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotoge you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, blow jobs, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, teasing and eventually violence, some former trauma of reader. This part- Oral (Female recieving) fingering, sexual tension, snorting cocaine off bodies lmaoo, coke lips just a lil, mentions of violence and mafia mentions- WC-6.9k

Based on Stripclub Owner Sukuna IDK how many parts this will be, maybe six? That mobster art in the banner is by Sketch B on X- CHECK it- LINK

<<<Part One - Playlist - Masterlist- Part Three>>>

Part Two

You’re yawning as you get your little boy ready to sleep, and your good friend and now babysitter Miwa comes in, a pretty smile on her face as she walks in and sees Touma, your little son yanking on your hair then. “Ow, hey now!”

You’re all laughing as you disentangle your hair, huffing a bit. “Sowwy, mama.” He says so cute, and you melt then.

“It’s why mommy wears a bun.” You tap his little button nose, earning a little scrunch of his nose, and then he looks at Miwa, opening his little hands.

“Miwa!” She giggles, getting down on her knees and opening her arms, he goes to hug her then as you get everything ready for the night.

“Are you sure it’s fine? I swear I feel so awful asking you…” You murmur, you’d just gotten a funds transfer that was far too much from Sukuna labled ‘sitter money’ which was hundreds of dollars.

“No, please, it's fine.”

“Um… is two hundred good?” You ask, as Sukuna sent another note saying ‘for you to eat something - you’ll need energy’ which made you blush insanely, memories from him yesterday making you overheat.

“Two hundred, what? That’s too much.” She says with a frown. “It’s one night, like a hundred?”

“Miwa…”

“Girl, I’m not taking two hundred for it.”

“It’s not even from me.” You show her the text then, and she has a blush of her own on her cheeks.

“He did that!?”

“Yeah… so please take it, literally it’s not from me, and I promise, he’s got plenty. Clearly..” She sighs, smiling a bit then as she studies you.

“You really like him, hmm?”

“It’s intense, Miwa.” You murmur softly, looking as your little boy is laughing and tapping on his tablet. “He makes me feel really pretty.”

“Oh baby.” She hugs you then, and you cling to her tightly. “You’re beautiful, I tell you that all the time.”

“I know, and thank you but like, the stretch marks that… he trashed on me for, Mr. Sukuna thinks they’re so sexy.” Your voice is just a breathy whisper, you don’t know how much Touma may or may not hear or know yet.

“Ugh, I’m so glad you left him.” She rolls her pretty blue eyes, shivering in disgust at the thought of your ex, it’s a common response to anyone with sense. “But Toji is kind of related?”

“Loosely. He’s different, I promise, than any of them.”

“I’ll trust it, but jesus the Zenin family is no joke. Just be careful.” You nod as you continue to get a bag together, blushing when you grab pajamas, you don’t know if you’re going to even use pajamas.

Sukuna did things to you that have never been done just existing, what’s terrifying is you know it’s probably a hookup, but after two years of nothing, even that sounds so good. But you’re scared that you’ll catch feelings fast with him, just his presence alone is intoxicating, as much of a drug as any of them push.

You certainly weren’t telling Miwa that.

Sukuna seems night and day from your ex, Naoya, as if they couldn’t be two more different men, despite the clear mafia ties. Something about Sukuna screams that he wants to protect you, and as independent as you are lately by being forced to be, something about him taking care of you was heady and addicting. You can’t stand how much you want it, want more.

“You’ve got those dickmatized eyes.” Miwa says with a sigh and you shush her, as she giggles.

“Not even… I… Miwa!”

“I’m kidding.” She giggles then, shaking her head. “The girls will be very happy to hear you’re meeting someone.”

“Don’t tell our friends yet, what if this ends… with nothing?” You murmur, and she shakes her head, blue hair falling softly.

“Look already, he's more thoughtful. You have fun, and shit if he wants to give me two hundred more to stay another night I will. Easy money for me.”

“Miwa!” She’s laughing and you can’t help but laugh too, before nervously biting your lip. “I feel guilty leaving, it’s one thing to make money, but it seems so selfish to just go do this.”

“Please don’t, he’ll have fun. Won’t you?” She asks him then, as he comes out with his tablet, slicing at fruit rapidly.

“Mommy go have fun!” You blink back tears then. “Mommy should smile, Miwa, smile!”

“She should smile.” Miwa’s hair falls over her brow as she picks him up, propping him on her hip, and your lip trembles a bit at just how sweet he is, before your teeth clamp down on it.

“I love you both, I swear. Touma baby, Mommy will be back tomorrow, will you tell me all the fun that you have?” You ask, feeling emotions catch in your throat, this would be the first night away from him since you all have been on your own.

“Mhmm!” He gives you a big kiss on your cheek, and you giggle at him then, but as you’re heading into your big old SUV, you tense when you see the number, pressing answer and sighing.

“What do you want.” You bite out, trying to sound firm despite the nerves eating you alive.

“That’s not a very nice greeting, sweetheart, don’t you miss me?” His voice makes you sick to your stomach, you tremble when you start your car, and he’s laughing. “Still got that old thing, I can hear it.”

“Well I own it, and it’s mine. So yes. What do you even want?” You murmur, and hear the dark chuckle of Naoya Zenin.

It’s disgusting, even his laugh.

“Just wondering how my son is.”

“Now you care? Sure didn’t on his birthday.” You hear his scoff.

“You’re such a bitch, as if you’d let me see him.” He mutters, tone changing from the cloying fake one to fully disgusting.

“I tried to let you, even after it all, it’s been your choice.” You gulp down some water that you’ve brought as you sit at the turning lane, blinker ticking loudly in the quiet car, as your heart races.

“Well maybe I miss you and Touma, did you think of that? Oh, I just bet you miss me.”

“I’m good.”

“Ha, you say that, but I remember things.” His voice takes on a purr now, you can almost see those narrow brown eyes, his malicious grin, how had you ever fallen for someone like that?

“Remember what?” You ask, voice harsh as you remember the last time you all had been together, after he’d cheated again. You’d been so fucked up from him you’d wanted to please him, to make him desire you, but there was no pleasure in it, shit Naoya himself had never been one to pleasure you.

Selfish in every single area including sex, you think you got off more from Sukuna fingering you for a moment than your entire relationship, just the way his ruby eyes looked at you was like a drug. The way he’d kissed you, how he wanted your pleasure, and did all this for a night. It was a million times more than you’d ever had with Naoya.

“You don’t remember me inside you, sweetheart?” He cooes, but you’re shivering in disgust at the memory.

“Sure I do, I’m good.”

“You act as if you could do better, as if you were even good enough for me.” There it goes, you think, while you’re driving down the highway toward the club, odd that it feels so comfortable so quickly.

“Yeah, if I’m not then why are you calling me, hmm?” You ask then, hearing his scoff, smiling as practically picture him losing his shit.

“Who’d want you after the kid but me? You act like you’re the same bitch you were when we met.”

“Lots of people, because guess what? I’m still hot, so fuck you.” He scoffs as you’re giggling.

“The fuck!?”

“Mmhmm, I’m still very hot. And if you don’t think so, go knock up some other poor girl I guess, then down her for the changes a baby makes to her body. Because I’m not it anymore.”

“You little-”

“I’ll block this number if you call for anything personal again. Our agreement states you should be talking through our app.”

“Yeah, really ya think I’ll listen to that shit? Why don’t you admit it, how much you miss me?”

“Because I don’t. Anyway, I have work.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” He demands in his slick tone, one that makes your tummy lurch.

“Bartending.”

“Hah, you were only smart enough to look pretty and blink those lashes, back to it hmm?”

“Didn’t you just say I’m unattractive, how contradictory are you?”

“You-”

“Goodbye.” You hang up the phone, shutting your eyes for a moment and gripping it tightly in your hand, shaking off the images in your mind, in just a week Sukuna, and shit even Toji as a friend, have made you feel better than you had since the split.

Getting cheated on back to back was not easy on you, but you feel like you can shove it all back and just breathe. You’re walking into the club then, seeing Gojo with a fellow tall, dark haired man, he’s beautiful actually you muse as you walk past them, Sukuna and Toji to the dressing room. Sukuna had already laid eyes on you though, and as you’re getting undressed he walks in.

All the girls scatter, his ruby eyes directly on you, and you’re trembling just a bit when he frowns. “What’s wrong, brat?”

“Brat?” You tease softly, blinking a bit when he steps closer.

“You look upset. Who do I need to kill?” You almost laugh, but he raises a brow, god how are this man’s eyebrows attractive!? You sigh then, stepping closer, naked aside from your panties, and you feel his eyes dart to your bare breasts.

“I’m much happier now.” You murmur, he sighs then, a big hand on your waist, taking you over, thumb slipping against the swell of your lower breast.

“Yeah, why?” He mutters, so gruffly, already throbbing hard under his slacks, as he thinks of everything he wants to do.

“Because you’re touching me.” Your vulnerability almost breaks him then, his lips parted in shock, he squeezes tighter, leaning down and cupping your face.

“Did you get the money for your sitter?” He murmurs, and you nod shyly.

“It was too much, but I’m sure she appreciates it.” Your hand comes to grip his strong wrist, heart beating erratically in your chest now.

“And did you eat?”

“Not yet.” You giggle, softly, he sighs then, lips a breath away.

“I’m not fucking kidding, you’ll need the energy.” His words and his tone make your mind wander, just how would it be, to have Sukuna inside you?

“Oh yeah?”

He smirks before chuckling, throwing his head back. “You’re cute, brat, oh yeah.”

“Hey!” You sigh now, stepping back as he eyes your breasts, and you pop your little tassels out of your bag, eyeing him then, watching him drink the sight in. “Wanna help?”

“Shit.” You kill him. Sukuna takes them and presses them, as the little sticky adhesive suctions on, but he’s cupping your breasts in huge hands, as one of the girls, Candy walks in, pausing. “What do you want?” His voice is so terse, it’s just nothing like the man that just asked if you got the hundreds he sent for a sitter and your lunch.

“Um… Mr. Sukuna… could you help me with mine?” She asks then, yanking her tassels off, bare breasted. She makes you tense a bit.

Naoya had cheated over and over, but you and Sukuna were nothing yet, shit you’d just sucked him in his office so far, that’s it. And maybe a hook up tonight? So you can’t be upset if he wishes to, you just look away nervously, leaning forward in the mirror to adjust your makeup and pulling away as he eyes her, so clearly irritated by her presence.

“Ask Toji or something.” He grumbles, before turning you back to him, your eyes glimmer then, with some moisture, making him stutter. “What’s wrong now, shit?”

“No, it’s… your…” You hug him then, making him freeze, as your pretty little body is against him, your breasts so soft on him, he wants to tear you apart, put you back together, make you his. His hands stall though, unsure as you look up at him with tears down your pretty cheeks.

Candy leaves as Sukuna’s mouth opens and shuts. “Brat, what is it?”

“You m-make me feel really… um… it’s stupid…”

“Out with it.”

“Sexy? Pretty? Wanted?” He blinks in confusion then, how could you ever not be, especially with the amount of attention you get here? “I’m not used to this.”

“You know you’re pretty, just… shut up, stop that shit.” He’s swiping at your eyes though, as you elicit emotions that make him insane. “Why’d you feel like you’re not, that brain fried from your kid or something!?”

“No… I just… shitty past.” He sees it then, you’re so hurt from something, and anyone who ever made you feel that way!?

Sukuna would take him the fuck out.

“Whoever says you’re not is trying to fuck with you, fuck your head up, so ignore that shit.” He says softly almost, still a little gruff, cupping your face then. “I have excellent taste, trust mine hmm?”

“Yeah.” Your lip trembles, and Sukuna can’t stop the word from spilling from his lips then.

“Beautiful.”

“I… huh?”

“Shut it.” He kisses you then, and you’re falling against him, pressed on the counter where he can see your back and ass in the mirror, tempting him just as much as your pretty breasts, he moans as he steps between your thighs.

“Did you say beautiful?”

“Shush it, fuck you’re annoying hmm?” You just giggle a bit, and the action does something odd to his heart, god you do something to him.

“Thank you, Mr. Sukuna.”

“Just Sukuna, shit.” He kisses you again before taking a breath, eyeing your body up and down slowly. “Wanna sit on my lap during this meeting? You may… have to have some coke on your body.”

“On me!?”

“Yeah but I’d like you there? Don’t smile like that, you’re too excited.” He says with a glare, you can’t stop it though. The way Sukuna makes you feel, even if this is just you two hooking up, it’s too addicting.

“Which outfit should I wear?” You hold up a few, when Sukuna picks a sexy little red number.

“Turn, I’ll snap it up.” You do as he says, he brushes your hair off the back of your neck over one of your shoulders, eyeing you in the mirror, when he’s done snapping it his fingers trail down your spine, sending shivers down it. His hands then grip your waist, pulling your back against him, and you feel him, hard and insistent against the small of your back under his dress pants.

“You like this outfit?” You manage to tease softly, he exhales then, trailing his big hands down your shoulders, then brushing the sides of your breasts, making your nipples taut under these tassels.

“What do you think?” He says gruffly, before stepping back, letting you both take a breath, he leans forward, palms on the counter, nipping at your shoulder with his teeth, making you gasp a bit. “Keep thinking how good you fucking taste, wanna bury my face inside you.”

“Sukuna…” Your voice is a whine, pathetic, your head falling to the side, as his palm now presses on your tummy. “You do that?”

“Do I do that?” He chuckles against your neck now. “Yes I do that, don’t tell me whatever shit ex you had didn’t.” You just blush now, looking down, and his brows raise in surprise. “And how long were you together?”

“Four years.”

“Not once.” You shake your head, and he scoffs, finger drifting just across your red lace, touching you over the material, finding you drenched, making him moan at the heat he feels. You’re soaking his fingers, turning to look up at him, your eyes dilated and lidded. “You want me to drink you up?”

“Y-yes. I do.” You admit softly, he chuckles as he studies the color decorating your skin, brushing his thumb along your cheek so overheated. Before Naoya you’ve had guys do it, and of course it felt good, but you imagine Sukuna will be this entire other level.

“You won’t ever want me to leave once I do.” You hear the vulnerability in his voice, making you pause before he backs away, clearing his throat.

As if you’d leave him if he was yours, does he not know what kind of man he is to you? How you feel? Well… no, not yet, you’re swallowing it all down, it’s new and it’s scary, and…

“First, be a good girl and let’s do this meeting, yeah?” His gruff words make you focus once more.

“Yes Sir.”

“Shit don’t say that.” He scowls, turning to adjust his raging hard cock up in his waistband, and your giggle earns a deeper glare. “Keep acting up.”

“I won’t! Promise.” He doesn’t give you the smile until you’ve already stepped in front of him, but it’s quite a dopey little smile, as he watches your ass bounce in the little outfit. There’s this possessiveness he feels he can’t explain, he wants to wipe out anyone who looks at you, and he barely knows you.

He can’t wait to have you cumming all over his face, can’t wait to drink your pretty pussy up until you’re a writhing fucking mess under him, he wonders, do you squirt or do you just drip? Has anyone gotten you off good enough before? Sukuna would fuck every thought out of your mind anyway, until it’s just him, because damned if that’s not all that’s in his head lately.

You both step out into the heady club, the scent of women’s perfume and men’s cologne mixing with cannabis and cigars, along with some fragrant incense burning somewhere. It’s smoky from the little fog machines, the lights strobing just so, highlighting everyone dancing, laughing, lounging. But all Sukuna can see or sense is you.

Even your scent, so sweet and intoxicating, is it fuck your arousal he could damn near feel it, when you next to him, now, looking up just so, your face so pretty it’s damn near irritating to him, the music thrumming through until it’s pulsating both of your bodies. “Where to, Mr. Sukuna?”

“I said to call me just Sukuna, brat.”

He bets you’re blushing, even if he can’t actually see it. “Sukuna.”

God his name from those lips makes his cock throb, how will he focus on business like this!?

“Right in the VIP, c’mon.” He leads you in, where Toji has Candy on his lap, she scowls openly at you until Sukuna catches her, suddenly her scowl disappears, you can’t help but be a little amused.

You recognize Gojo, who is leaned back with an ankle crossed over a knee, grinning up at you with those insane blue eyes, even in the dark they’re ridiculous, you can’t help but smile back, he’s been very sweet to you so far. “Hey sweets, come sit on daddy’s lap, hmm?”

“She sure the fuck won’t, and you’re not daddy.” Sukuna growls, but you’re giggling just a bit as a couple more girls come in, and Sukuna sits next to Toji on one couch, across from Satoru and his friend. Satoru pouts at you.

“He’s mean, isn’t he?” The man next to him snorts, and takes your hand, bending over and kissing it, making you melt a bit.

“Suguru Geto.” He says, you smile before Sukuna has you yanked down firmly on his lap, you laugh a little breathless as you tell Suguru your name, and he watches amusedly when Sukuna wraps an arm around your hips.

“See how greedy he is with her?” Gojo says, but he’s soon amused by another one of the dancers coming by, handing him a drink. “Ooh, thank you.”

“That’s the girliest drink I’ve seen, little bitch drink.” Sukuna grumbles, Satoru sticks his tongue out, sipping on the pink concoction.

“Mmm, and I hear you’re already the star of the club, hmm?” Suguru says your name as a girl hands him a drink, and you shake your head nervously.

“She sure is, stop being shy, doll.” Toji says, tucking a lock of your hair back, before Sukuna glares at him and he chuckles. “Not that he lets her do much dancing, really.”

“Shut it Toji. Business time.”

“Boring.” Satoru leans back in his seat, long legs spread, and sipping his drink as Suguru leans forward, while a dancer lets him snort a line right off her thigh, lapping at the residue with his tongue and sighing.

“Satoru, focus.” He says in a calm tone, Satoru eyes you though as another girl comes to him.

“Wanna snort a line off you, mommy.”

“Satoru I swear to god.” Sukuna threatens, Gojo pouts now, blinking snowy lashes as Sukuna’s grip on you tightens brutally.

“I can’t take a line off the star girl?” Sukuna sighs, and you look at him then, lips turning up at the corners, as his ruby eyes narrow.

“Trying to make me jealous?” He hums quietly, you stand then, earning his hands slipping down your hips.

“I wonder if you’ll show me how mad you are later.” He smirks at you, raising a brow arrogantly.

“Think you can handle that, little brat?” You step over to Satoru, who exhales, sitting up straight then, smiling up at you.

“Look you’re defying him and everything, cute.” You roll your eyes as Satoru takes the snowy powder, tapping some gently on your thigh then, using this fancy black and silver card to line it up. “You’ve never done any, have you?”

“No…” You admit, and even as Toji, Sukuna and Suguru talk, you feel those crimson eyes boring into you, when Satoru slips his long fingers, your heel propped on the other side of him, and he wraps up a bill.

“What’s a good girl doing here though?” He asks curiously, plump lips turning up when he finishes rolling the bill.

“Single mom life is expensive.” He pauses then, blue eyes looking down a bit at your body, as you overhear the conversation in the background.

“And the Zenin family seems to think they have claim to parts of our territory, the Kamos are on board with Gojo now though, so that expands us and what we’re moving significantly.” Suguru says to Sukuna, who laughs then, throwing his head back as Toji grimaces.

“Don’t call me a fuckin’ Zenin, ya know that’s not my name.” Toji grumbles, considering he does use Fushiguro, but you can’t blame him, just look at Naoya? Who would want to be related to that?

“So you really are a mommy then. Hot.” Satoru says, before snorting the coke off your skin, one of his hands pressing into your calf as he does. Then his face is far too close to where you feel his breath tickle your inner thigh, he presses a kiss on your thigh then, earning Sukuna standing up and Satoru grinning.

“You’re gonna get killed.” Toji chuckles, and Satoru holds his hands up, as Sukuna places you behind him, grabbing him by the collar.

“I was just thanking her!?” He’s sputtering and you can’t stop your giggle, something was stupidly attractive about Sukuna like this.

“I’ll cut your dumb ass tongue out of your mouth if you-”

“Sukuna, chill. Satoru, apologize.” Suguru says calmly then, humor in his violet eyes, and Sukuna flops down Satoru right on the couch, he brushes himself off, laughing like a psycho.

“Sorry Sukuna, it's not my fault she’s so pretty.” Satoru earns another grab of his neck. “I said sorry!”

“Hands off.” He looks to you, his glare making your giggle stop, as he bends low over you, his big hands on your bare waist, your pulse racing, pounding in your ears as the room watches you both for a moment. “And you, you’re not leaving my lap anymore for the rest of the meeting, got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” You can’t stop the little smile when he sighs at that, before sitting down and firmly planting you on his thigh, Gojo winks over at you, earning an eye roll as you feel Sukuna’s firm thigh against your head, addling your mind.

“Now, before I was so rudely interrupted,” Sukuna clears his throat, one arm wrapped around your waist, dragging you further up his thigh, making you ache in need, more and more. “We absolutely have an active Zenin member approaching our area, and they’re doing a lot more than running drugs.”

“They’re running people.” Toji says, disgust in his voice, and your eyes go wide as you look at him.

“This convo too much for you?” Sukuna murmurs, and then you look at him, shaking your head and gulping.

“So we stop them, then.” Suguru says calmly, and Sukuna sighs.

“There’s no other option, considering who we’re talking about, not like they’ll make any deals.” Sukuna now takes some of the powder, turning you and sprinkling just a bit on the curve of your neck and shoulder, snorting it off you and then licking the line off your body, exhaling as he tastes you mixing with the numbness of the cocaine. “Fuck…”

It’s a murmur no one hears but you, but you feel him clenching you tightly, so protective, his hands not leaving you as they speak, little brushes against your back playing with your hair, all while your pussy throbs in need for him. But more so your mind craves to know more of him, just who is the man you feel so comfortable sitting on so damn quickly?

What makes him… him?

“No one hates the Zenins more than Toji.” Comes Suguru’s voice now, shaking you out of your reverie, you blink a bit as Toji laughs, downing a shot.

“She does.” He says your name, gesturing to you, earning the eyes of every man, including Sukuna, as his mouth parts. “Shit, sorry doll.”

“What’s he mean?” Sukuna asks tersely, and you sigh, shifting a bit.

“Do you have a connection to the Zenin?” Suguru asks curiously, you sigh again, that’s two sighs, Sukuna counts, while you tense, and he watches your jaw clench just a bit as he turns your chin to face him.

“They got something on you?” He asks quietly, and you look at Toji again, unable to really say the words.

“Her kid is a Zenin.” He says then, gruffly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to throw your shit out there.”

“Your kid is a Zenin?” He asks, you nod then, just a bit. “So your shitty ex is a Zenin?”

“He’s the shittiest of them all.” Toji mutters.

“Who?” Sukuna asks quietly.

“Naoya.” You whisper the name, bitter and disgusting in your mouth.

“Oh shit. Mommy, that's bad taste.” Satoru says, and you watch the room put their heads in their hands.

“I know, okay, trust me. Leaving him wasn’t easy, that’s why I ended up having to come here, it’s not like he has much to do with our son. Touma doesn’t even remember him. But he did call me today.”

“He did what now?” Sukuna’s grip makes you wince just a bit, it’s so tight. “If he calls you I really should know from now on, you have no clue how dangerous he is.”

“I was with him for years, I do know.” You stand then, taking a breath, and shaking your head. “I should go… dance or something.”

Sukuna’s saying your name, and Toji is trying to apologize, but you can’t stand another moment, wondering how even here Naoya fucks with you. But it’s just moments before Sukuna is yanking you off the stage, literally picking you up, and carrying you to his office, sitting you right on his desk. Your breasts are heaving up and down with each breath when he caresses your cheek, surprisingly gentle.

“What’d he say to you? Did he threaten you?” Sukuna murmurs, you shake your head.

“Just mean shit, like I must miss him, and who would want me. His typical poison he likes to throw, nothing more.” You swipe at tears that form, falling down your cheeks, and Sukuna feels rage destroying him from the inside.

“And you surely know it’s bullshit, hmm?”

“I told him to fuck off.” You smile just a bit, a hand slipping over a strong chest, one you wonder about, how far do these tattoos lead? How does he look with it off? The thoughts tantalize you to no end. “You helped me do that.”

“Good girl.” You exhale, biting your lower lip, as he spreads your thighs, standing between them and leaning over you. “If he calls you anymore, tell me, you don’t want to know all what he’s into, he could hurt you.”

“He never has, like physically at least.”

“Just promise me, I can’t protect you if you don’t.” You frown then at that, nodding.

“But my kid is most important to me, Sukuna.”

“Then I’ll make you both safe, even the little… kid or whatever.” He grumbles, melting you utterly, you blink rapidly, pulling on his tie, your lips a breath from his now, tasting the sweetness of his breath.

“Why are you so good to me already?”

“I haven’t been good to you yet. Or you’d be fucked out.” He says, whispering those words, you’re kissing him now, gasping when you feel the numbness of your lips, and he chuckles a bit. “It’ll go away.”

“Will I get…”

“No, it won’t fuck you up. But I will.” You’re back to kissing him, his lips working over yours again and again, big hand slipping down the small of your back. “Take the day off, I need you all day I can’t wait for later.”

“I can’t, Sukuna.”

“I’ll pay you three times your average day.”

You shake your head at him, lips parted in a moan when he presses his clothed cock against your dripping wet pussy, your hands cling to his suit jacket, whining out. “Don’t pay me, I don’t wanna be that way…”

“I’m fucking rich, baby, just take it. Give it to your kid, I don’t know.”

You snort at him, your entire body responding to his every touch. “Sukuna, you don’t give a little kid money like that!”

“I don’t know what you do with those things.” You burst out laughing at him, and he glares, while you swipe back a lock of pink hair. “Take. The. Day. Off.”

You certainly do take the day off, and soon you’re in the back of the limo you’d watched Sukuna climb into many times, but now it’s just you and him, and you’re kissing him, straddling his lap, nothing on you but that lingerie and his suit jacket. He’s under you, feeling your cunt against him, ready to fuck into you, fill you, you’re driving him so crazy he’s sensitive.

If he busts from this he will never forgive himself, so he pushes you off, on your back now, you’re breathless as you look up at him, his coat is swallowing your body, so small compared to him, your eyes locked on his, so gorgeous it makes him want to be stupid. He’d cum in you, give you more kids if that’s really what makes you so happy, fill you so good, keep you.

“Annoying.” He says then, and you blink curiously, not realizing the inner turmoil of the obsession he now has over you, this gorgeous mom who has a fucked ex, and a soaking wet pussy grinding up for attention against his thigh. This mom who he’d make a mom a million times over, and he doesn’t even know you.

“I’m annoying?” You ask curiously, he sighs now, nodding, and you just giggle a bit, more pretty, fueling his obsession as he grips your thigh then, rough thumb pressing against delicate skin. He watches your breath catch, as he feels his cock leaking precum from just touching you.

“So annoying.” He confirms, but it might as well be sweet words when he kisses you again, and then down your throat, until he gets to your pretty breasts, while the limo steadily drives you both, jostling you just a bit, only serving to put his face closer to where he wants to be.

“Sukuna, um… are you…” He’s kissing down your stomach now, nipping right at your belly button, tongue trailing a line that would previously make you so nervous, but with him you just feel…

“Fuck you’re perfect.” He murmurs, rough fingers suddenly slipping under your panties, making your hips buck up, clit twitching in response. “He really didn’t eat you out?”

“No, I didn’t… um, cum with him.”

What the fuck is wrong with him. Aside from the obvious.

“Hmm, then she’ll be all mine, hah.” You’re watching his eyes dilate to the point they’re black, sharp teeth biting at your thigh, while you’re drooling out of your little hole, finally he’s down there, eying your pussy in the back of this limo, groaning at the sight. “Oh you’re so fucking perfect.”

“Please, please.” You’re whimpering, and he smirks, before parting your folds, breathing on your clit and watching the little thing twitch for him.

“You’re so needy already, gonna be so fuckin’ easy, brat?”

“Sukuna please…” You glare then when he’s kissing right above your clit, your hands enwrapping in his silky pink locks, pulling just so, only making his cock harder for you.

“Need something?”

“Oh my god…” He’s spitting on your clit now, groaning as he watches it bubble and slip down your hole, and you’re squeaking, only earning his chuckle.

“M’gonna have so much fun with you, baby, shit.” He slips two fingers down and up your slit, still just breathing on your damn clit, as your hands fall from his hair, instead clinging to his shoulders, feeling the broad shoulders move under your touch. “Perfect pussy, fuck you for it, shit.”

“Fuck me for it!?”

“Better than I could even picture, stroking my cock every day this week, so much it’s raw damn near. Almost cumming from kissing, you do this shit.” You’re lost in the sensations of his two fingers sinking inside you then, pressing up and finding that spongy spot so fast you can’t breathe, screaming out, back arching. “There it is, dumb fuck couldn’t find it huh?”

“God no he couldn’t. F-fuck!” You whine out as Sukuna flicks his tongue against your clit now, a sensation you can’t describe, hot and sticky as it laps at your wetness, as he moans at your sweetness.

“Fuck….” Sukuna wants to tease you, but he’s done once he gets that taste fully on his mouth, he’s pulling his fingers out and burying his face against you, fucking your little gummy walls with his tongue as you shatter under him. He’s moaning against you, tongue lapping all the wetness pouring out of you, as you’re clinging to his hair so hard it’s painful.

It only urges him more, your moans, your cries, how pretty you look when he stares up at you, his thumbs holding your lips open so he can fuck you even better with his tongue. He feels your walls fluttering, gripping his wet muscle, feels you tense when his nose bumps your clit, you’re screaming out, so loud it’s echoing in the limo, and he knows it then.

He’ll never get enough of you.

Just tasting you is better than any girl he’s fucked, and there have been a lot, shit he’s never enjoyed eating pussy like this either. He’s one that enjoys tasting a woman, it makes him excited to get women off, he’s never been selfish. But to love it like this? God no one tastes like you.

You’re falling apart now, he can feel it, when you’re mumbling incoherently, sniffling, thighs squeezing his head, just urging him on more and more, as he drinks your sticky clear cum all up. Your sounds are filling his ears, mixing with the racing of his damn pulse, his cock oozing precum and making him sticky. He could cum just eating your pussy.

Fuck, he thinks he’s already in love with you.

“M’gonna, Sukuna I’m c–close I…” You’re whispering, pulling at his hair, as the sensation of him devouring you takes over, and he smirks up at you then, pulling off for the first breath you’ve seen the man take.

Is he human even!?

“Cum all over m’face, be a good girl, huh brat?” You nod weakly, fuck you need no urging to cum, but you needed to know it was okay, you want and crave his permission for some insane reason.

When he’s back buried against you, your body convulses, all this pressure in your tummy letting go, until your orgasm has your back arching, has your pussy drenching his handsome face. Sukuna’s moaning, hands tightly gripping your hips, drinking every bit of your arousal that pools, as your cunt now pulses around his tongue, and you’re crying it feels so good.

The orgasm breaks your brain, whatever was left of it from him, you can’t remember ever even having a damn thought but this. You’re whining his name out over and over as he pulls back grinning so damn sexy and arrogant from between your thighs, lapping his tongue up to your clit now, and you scream out hoarsely as he bites your little clit.

“Oh m-my god, f-fuck it’s too much!” He chuckles again, shaking his head as he slips two fingers back in your hole, now soaked and sucking them up so easy, as your pussy drools down his hand to his rings, to his rolex.

“You’re so messy, huh? Look at you, all over me, all over these seats, fuck.” He huffs, enamored with how wet he has you, and your eyes struggle to look down, you squeak a bit, so cute he smiles.

“I’m s-so sorry I’m n-never, Sukuna I’m gonna cum again, fuck!” He curls his fingers in your slick walls, you hear the lewd sound of the squelching wetness in the limo now, it’s obscene, mixing with his moans as he flicks his tongue on the underside of your clit. “Ah s’good-mnh!”

“Cum again for me, lemme drink you all up, messy girl.” You’re coming undone for him, with each flick of his tongue as he now presses up his fingers on that spongy little spot, and you see stars behind eyes as they roll back in your skull. It’s so good you’re crying as he rides out your second orgasm, slurping sounds of Sukuna drinking you even louder, just making it headier.

“Mnh… ngh… ah…” You’re unable to form a word, a twitching mess under him, while he licks more of your slick off his lower lip, grinning down at the mess he’s made you, your pretty face covered in tears and drool.

“Ah, look at you baby, so fucked out, don’t even have my dick yet, hmm?” He taunts now, fingers scissoring in and out as he leans over you, cupping your face with his other hand now.

“Want it, want it.” You’re reaching for him as he hisses, losing control once you find his bulge over his pants, kissing you again, now you taste yourself, making you lap the arousal off his lips, as you’re eagerly unbuckling him, for the limo to stop. He takes a breath, pausing your hand then, wrapping you back in his jacket and adjusting you, as you cling to him eagerly. “Need you.”

“Fuck if I don’t need you, driving me insane.” He grumbles, adjusting himself then, and soon you’re in the elevator, kissing again, riding up to Sukuna’s penthouse, you have your phone going off and he scowls at it. “Better not be him.”

“It may be Miwa.” You take a breath as you look at the phone, smiling then, it’s just a little picture of Touma happily grinning with a cookie, you show Sukuna, and he sees your damn face light up, making him falter a bit.

God you’re beautiful lit up.

Sukuna would do anything to keep you this way.

“He’s getting spoiled. Sukuna, thank you for this… I was so worried, being away for a night but… I can’t wait.” You say softly, as you step inside, you barely get to look around however, because he’s pressing you against a wall, leaning low and grinning now, white teeth glinting under soft white lights from the high ceiling.

“I hope you can keep up with me, brat.” He says, before picking you up in his arms like you’re nothing, pulling the hair at the nape of your neck. “You’re getting no sleep tonight.”

Kuna is so in love already aha. Part three coming soon (just like Kuna about to lol) There will be a LOT more drama and plot along with some freaky ass smut and a whole fuck session next chap. If you wanna get tagged and aren't already on one of the lists just lmk - also omg ty for the love on the first part!?!?!

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