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Just the Two of Us

chapter summary: a nice summer day, just what you needed... why is Satoru looking at you like that?

pairing: gojo satoru x f!sorcerer reader

wc: 6,6k

warnings: fluff, slightly kinda suggestive?, blind to love, slight mentioning of sexual activity, spoilers (manga, anime, movie).

author's note: a pleasent day with satoru that is definitly not in love, you are definitly just his "partner", and he definitly don't want to kiss you ;*

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 '𝐖𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐫(𝐞)𝐚𝐤𝐞'

Satoru yawned with fatigue. It was his 3rd day without sleep, during these miserable days: he had pursued the curse that kept eluding him, solved the problem of the cursed object locked in the wall of the mountain, and additionally travelled half the country to find the cursed womb that was registered, to his misfortune it arrived as it hatched and he had to fight it.

All he dreamt about now, was going to bed and get some sleep.

"Why did you stop, Ijichi?" he asked, tipping his head to glance in his direction. Satoru was now on his way home, the road was getting awfully long, it was late at night, and besides, Ijichi didn't seem to be in much of a hurry.

"We have to wait for someone," he announced in a trembling voice. He still didn't know if this was a good idea, he hadn't been given official orders from above, and yet he obeyed. Satoru furrowed his brow in astonishment.

"If anyone would like to see me, have them make an appointment with my secretary, preferably after I've slept a bit. I'm not in the mood for it" he was getting weary and it was no surprise to anyone. Maybe he could get out of this car before this person arrived?

Suddenly, he heard the boot open and immediately afterwards, someone forcefully opened the door. shit, too late.

"Hello Satoru~" you said in a cheerful voice getting into the car with your backpack. You glanced at his face. "Surprised to see me?" you asked.

You knew that this nightly sneaking out could have serious consequences, but at that moment, you totally didn't give a damn.

"Quite a lot." he replied "What do I honour this visit with? Higher-ups have sent us on missions again? How wonderful" his voice was tired, but still gravelly and bored to the point of pain. Looking at him, you are unable to tell how many days he has been without sleep.

"Well not this time." you replied "We're going on holiday." you said it with a smile, as if it wasn't you at all.

"Ee- what?" he probably couldn't have been more confused. He was too tired to process it.

"You hear right." you started to pull something out of your backpack "Ijichi, to the train station!" you said it quite loudly. Gojo didn't know if he was dreaming or already hallucinating, it had been a long time since he had seen you so happy. A packet of sweets appeared in your hand, you reached out, to hand it to him with a sly smile.

Apparently that was enough to make Satoru shut up and focus his attention on something other than complaining. He was tired enough that he didn't want to pursue the subject. And your presence made him go on autopilot and not care about anything as long as you were close and full of strength.

You knew the mission was hard for him, especially as he was silent the whole way to the station, eating the sweets you had bought him. All the way from the station to the small village where you had a rented a cottage, Satoru slept, resting his head on your shoulder. When you got off, you just had to drag him with your luggage for some time, but you managed to endure it.

He really was like a child sometimes, you stated as you opened the door and threw your luggage on the floor. It took about 20 minutes before you'd got your head around everything, in which Gojo managed to slide off the couch you'd arranged him on. Fortunately, all that was left was to put him to bed, which you had done more than once, you had experience of managing him in his almost dead-sleeping state when he returned from a mission. This activity, without you being surprised, took the least amount of time. You both found yourselves in your pyjamas, snuggled together on a nice and cool bed.

----

Satoru was slightly awake, not wanting to open his eyes, he started to adjust the pillow under his head. He tried to arrange it a few times, each time it didn't work out the way he wanted this pillow doesn't arrange like the ones I bought last year.

Then it dawned on him that he wasn't in his bed. He opened his crystal blue eyes to looked around the room. It was definitely not his bedroom. He furrowed his brow, lifting himself off the pillow completely, finally connecting the dots in his head and remembering what had happened.

You took him on holiday. That much he managed to remember.

After his morning visit in toilet, he head to the kitchen, following a pleasantly sweet smell.

There you stood, in a summer dress he had never seen before, arranging various desserts and many types of sweet bread on a large, decorated tray.

"Good morning, how did you sleep?" you sensed his presence immediately, besides you also heard him going to the bathroom.

The white-haired man looked around the kitchen and the connected dining room. Everything was clean, neat, well decorated, you could feel the atmosphere of the countryside and the remoteness from the city. This house looked like one where one could truly relax.

"Well, I finally got some sleep. This chasing of curses is such a pain." he sighed straightening his limbs after sleeping.

Just then you put the trays of baked goods on the table "I'm glad, I asked my friend to buy us fresh baked goods in the morning, I didn't think he would bring so many." you giggled clearly embarrassed. That's not what I had in mind, when I asked him for variety.

Satoru sat down on a chair, crossing his legs. ''And why are we even here? Not that I'm complaining, I'm happy when my wife visits me at work and then takes me out into unfamiliar territory when I'm practically asleep...but it's not in your style."

You sighed as you poured portions of fresh juice into your glasses. He's been calling you his wife more and more lately, and you wonder if this is getting under one of his taunts.

"I've decided we need a holiday. Both of us. Away from everything for a while." you said putting your glasses on the table.

"Megumi?" he looked concerned.

"With Shoko" you answered. Satoru noded in understanding.

"Back to the topic. It's well known if we're gone for a long time, the world will come crashing down after all, so I told the higher-ups that we're just going on a weekend of well-deserved rest." Satoru started laughing, your head turned towards him.

"You're joking. They'll probably find out now by questioning Ijichi where we are." he took one of the baked goods in his hand. As soon as he bit into it a wave of flavour spread over his tongue. Wonderful.

"Well no, I payed them a visit myself." you sat down close to him, he reached for his glass at the time "I expressed my opinions on some things and said we were going on holiday." Satoru listened intently unable to believe a bit of what he was hearing. Since when did you stop being so conciliatory?

"Of course, they didn't agree at first. Stubborn, old fools." you mumble the last part "For two days of our absence, the world won't collapse, come on." you took a cupcake yourself "Besides, I said that if they tried to stop us, their walls would have a new, more hmm.. purple colour." you bit into the baked goods and he almost choked on his juice.

Are you capable of such things? Yes, you are, he knew that. He knew you enough to also know, that you avoid such solutions and consider them a last resort. Unlike him.

"I'm sick and tired of them bossing us all the time, treating us like their property. If you wanted to, you could smash them with one finger and you wouldn't even break a sweat, they know it well, and yet, we let them get on our heads too much." you drank a glass of your juice.

Satoru was still silent, his eyes glancing once at you and then another sweet roll on the tray. You're probably right, he's been more stressed lately, the pressure is overwhelming, it's taking its toll on your relationship. It spoils the blood not only for him, but also for you, who also have to deal with them when he's not around. Although it doesn't matter now, these two days should pretty much reset him, bringing him back to his open to fun and confident self.

Damn. He is indeed too serious lately.

Fortunately, here with you, he can relax and let himself be carried away by the programme you have planned for him, because he knew you had something planned. You handled such things well, unlike him. His speciality was spontaneity and unscripted decisions.

"So what's the agenda for today, sweetie?" he said while shoving another sweet roll into himself, not wanting to pursue the uncomfortable topic any further. It was his sixth roll somehow.

"I'll explain. A friend of mine is coming over in an hour or so, he's going to give us bikes and we're going to ride around, I've got a couple of spots we might like. And tomorrow we will go to the hot springs and then I have a surprise planned for you." you replied with a wide smile pleased with the plan. Gojo was happy with it too. "I want to have fun." you smiled to yourself.

"So a bike tour, huh? Just don't complain if I leave you behind or your legs hurt, we both know I'm faster." another cupcake was in his hand. who makes such yummy food?

"I have one more thing for you, a request actually."

"Hm?" he paused devouring a sweet roll to look at you. His white hair were still messy and his crystal eyes aroused, from the amount of sugar he had consumed. There was frosting from the baked goods at the corner of his mouth, and scattered crumbs on his bare chest and belly.

Does he always have to look captivating in all conditions?

"This trip is because we both need a break from our duties. And this trip is primarily for you, Satoru.'' he looked at you as if you were a freak, and it was him that the strawberry filling fell on his stomach.

"Duh~ Of course even the strongest need a break. They think this perfection keeps itself going?" he said scooping the filling from his skin with his finger, licking the contents as soon as he put his finger around his mouth.

"Please listen." you looked at him seriously "This holiday is not because 'the strongest needs a break', no." You got up from your chair and quickly walked over to the linen bag hanging on the chair, pulling something out of it and tucking it behind your back, walking over to him again. "This trip is because Satoru needs a break." you stood next to him, placing your hand on the back of the chair behind him.

Your other hand revealed a pair of round, dark, blue tinted glasses.

You both knew what those glasses were. They had belonged to him back in his high school days, the exact pair you had once taken from him during training as a trophy for beating him in melee training. Six eyes was shocked when you knocked him to the ground. You used trickery of course, but you didn't set the rules, so the prize was yours. Now he's surprised too, at how good a condition they're in, and that you kept them at all.

You found them recently in one of the boxes you were afraid to look in, because all the stuff from your dorm was there, including Suguru's stuff. But you'd been cleaning recently and decided you should finally do something with it. That's where you noticed the pair of glasses that were lying right on top. There were some other things besides, but you didn't pay any attention to them anymore. These glasses reminded you so much of the good old days, that you just stood there for a few minutes in thought, simply holding them in your hands. They reminded you of all the beautiful moments, hardships and fun you had as a teenager, even though you spent most of your time with Suguru, Gojo also fulfilled some small role in your life back then - when he wasn't teasing you - of course.

It dawned you. That's right! Fun! You closed the cabinet, taking only that item, running to your computer to start planning everything.

"So for the duration of this trip, I'd like you to be exclusively yourself. Not 'the strongest', not 'Six Eyes', not 'the greatest sorcerer of modern era'. No. Please." he parted his lips slightly, his face expressing a lot of emotion as you put your glasses on his nose.

"Just be Satoru. That's all you need to be for me." a gentle smile dawned on your face.

You glanced at him from a little further away. "Look at you, you haven't changed a bit." you brushed his hair with your hand gently. Indeed, he looked the same as he did in his school days, only his boyish features had matured over time. Those are still the same blue eyes that made you dizzy, whenever you tried to focus and glance deeply into them. You noticed something.

Why is he blushing?

Why does his face look like that?

After a long moment, in which his eyes completely failed to leave yours, he burst out laughing. He corrected himself in his chair, at the same time putting his foot back on the floor.

In one swift movement, his hands grasped your figure, making you sit sideways on his lap. His face moved dangerously close to yours, one of his hands was on your back, the other on your exposed thigh.

What is he doing?

You were surprised at how easily he was able to seat you and with what gentleness his arms embrace you. His hand moved from your thigh to his nose, as he lowered his glasses to look at you. His eyes literally scanned yours, your bewildered face beginning to take on colour, a little more and that deeply hidden blush would come out into the world.

"Only if this miserable girl from my class joins me too, heh." his shit-eating grin made you hot. Your heartbeat drowned out your thoughts for a moment.

Wait - what did he call you?

You gave him a gentle nudge, standing up from him, pouting.

"Idiot."

His retch filled the silence completely.

----

The forest through which you passed seemed endless. Beautiful colours surrounded you all over. The perfect weather only accentuated them. You drove a little uphill the mountains, sun peeking out from behind the leaves, leaving glowing glimpses on the forest road.

Satoru was riding ahead of you, not holding the steering wheel with his hands at all. His legs holding the bike frame were enough for him. You wondered if he was even looking at the road, he had his phone in his hand, playing some kind of mobile game. Occasionally he would stop with a squeal of brakes, to take a picture of what was a nicer bit of terrain. The real revelation was, when he spotted a bird playing with a stick a few good metres away; you didn't notice it, but he had his eyes and a pretty good zoom on his camera.

However, you had been on straight road for a while, so his full attention was focused on the phone. You came up with a slightly crazy idea. You made sure that your backpack and the contents of your basket were well secured, and then you started to speed up rapidly. You passed him very quickly. When you were in his line of sight, you showed him your tongue and continued your fast ride far ahead of him.

He quickly tucked the phone away, you had caught his attention enough, that he saw your haste as a challenge.

You don't know how long it took you to race him. You could say that you quite matched his pace, overtaking him every now and then, or he was gaving you a head start, there was that option too. You didn't want to let go too easily, although you were slowly running out of strength, you were glad that your cursed energy was helping a bit with that. Sometimes he tried to disturb you, for example: trying to poke your cheek, he had long enough arms to reach easily. You did not remain indebted to him, by trying to ride close enough to him, that you had to step back slightly.

This situation was no different. You overtook him again, this time quite a bit, you turned around when you noticed that he didn't manage to overtake you. His smile was the same one you remembered from the better days of your high school. His whole look was practically the same, you're sure it's a matter of those glasses.

Was he the same? It was hard to tell. You thought for a bit and stopped looking at the road.

Quickly turning your head to notice a pretty big turn. Really close to you.

“Shi-” you had already prepared for the fact that you might fall off a cliff. You already wanted to use your technique, when suddenly something pulled you back with considerable power. Your back hit something. The white-haired man pulled you towards him with the whole bike, a couple of meters away from the turn, completely stopping you in the process.

“Did you just use your blue on me?” you asked, quite shocked.

He answered you nothing and silence, you couldn't read his smile. Without a word, he rode quickly away from you gaining a murderous pace, ringing his bike bell cheerfully in the process.

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A shadow perfectly enveloped your figures as you sat down by a tree together to rest for a while. Satoru asked for moments to pause, wearing his old glasses, while pleasant and nostalgic, put him into a slight migraine overtime. Though he didn't want to admit it to you, you knew him well enough by now to wordlessly hand him banages from his backpack with a slight smile.

He accepted the material, wrapped them around his eyes, giving him a long sigh of relief. He was truly grateful to you for understanding his needs, giving him a moment's pause whenever he needed it. He put the cloth over his eyes, closing them and trying to fight the migraine that was slowly growing inside him. He concentrated for the moment on his own thoughts, which were mainly focused on you. Were you always so caring? No wonder Megumi came to you more often with most of his needs.

The minutes passed at a fast pace, for that, his migraine refused to pass so quickly. He was replaying some memories in his head that had just flown by. He didn't even notice when he started to fall asleep, surrounded by the hum and soothing gusts of wind and the pleasant scent of nature.

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He was awakened by a gentle nudge from something near his leg. Satoru opened his eyes and looked quickly at the scene before him. You sat down in front of him, still with the same soothing smile. When you noticed that you had woken him up by accident, you put your hand on his leg, muttering a quiet "sorry''. He noticed you were tinkering with something, by the fact that were sitting a piece away, with your back to him, he was unable to notice what, he was too sleepy for that.

Satoru took off his banages completely, depositing them in the backpack beside him, and in one efficient movement put his glasses on his nose. His migraine had stopped finally, he felt extremely relaxed and rested.

The view was beautiful, the picturesque fields and mountains seemed endless. For moments he stared at the white clouds, absorbing his six eyes with this view, waiting for you to finish working on something. Which you did literally moments later turning to face him, draping the fruit of your labour behind your back.

"I have something for you." you said. The smile wasn't coming off your face today, usually you were much more serious, thoughtful and even sometimes sad, in contrast to him, he was never serious, thoughtful or sad. At least that's what he tried to pretend. Today was different though, today he didn't have to pretend his happiness even a little bit.

"A gift. For me? You spoil me completely today." he chuckled with his confident smile, simultaneously interested in what she had prepared for him.

"Close your eyes." without thinking, he followed your command with his smile. He listened as you moved closer to him, he even felt your touch on his leg again, when you needed a gentle support. Your hands moved closer to his face. He felt something on his head, a very gentle weight, barely perceptible.

"You can open now." So he did, which was met with the sight of you taking a picture of him.

"Wait a minute, that's what you pay for! Do you know how many people want a photo with that georgous face?" he reached out to take the phone from your hands, you responded by giving the phone behind you as much as you could. This light-hearted tug-of-war didn't last long, at least not until out of the corner of his eye he noticed the screen with the photo you'd taken earlier. He moved away in amazement.

A crown of flowers? And not just any crown, you could see the craftsmanship of its creation, the blue and white flowers matched himperfectly. He also noticed, that there was another one lying next to you, with flowers perfectly matched to you.

Without thinking much, he took it in his hands and placed it on your head, just as you had done before. Satoru tried to hide the blush that appeared on his pale cheeks, again this day. For that, you hiding your blush and sweet sigh proved to be impossible. Not when your heart was suddenly beating harder, you didn't quite understand why again. Perhaps it was the fact that Satoru slid his hands along your cheeks, gently stroking them with his thumbs, gazing at you intensely with his sparkling blue eyes. You put your phone down.

Definitely Gojo Satoru was enchanted by the sight. The sight of you flushed cheeks, slightly parted lips and beautiful eyes. You are so mesmerising. The thought crossed his mind that he wanted to keep such a sight of you just for himself.

So this is what Suguru must had seen every day.

He froze, letting go of your face. You glanced at him confused.

Ah yes, one of that thoughts.

You were Suguru Geto's girlfriend in your high school days. You were his best friend's girlfriend. Totally in love with each other, inseparable, always together. Satoru remembered it perfectly. He will never get out of his memory when you came to school together, at first as friends, you and Suguru were already inseparable. He knew that you both came from the same village. It was hard not to notice how condescending, affectionate and absolutely in love with you Suguru was. At least Gojo noticed it right away, you didn't necessarily. His best friend finally dared to confess his feelings to you one day and so you became a couple. The world's most oversweetened, loved, adorable, romatic couple. The amount of this love made Satoru want to vomit. Geto mentioned more than once that he wanted to marry you right after you graduated.

Oh, how fate can be twisted.

After the incident of star plasma vessel, even you were unable to save him. He knew that you tried but failed, he is sure that you are still blaming yourself to this day. The amount of pain the raven-haired man caused both of you was indescribable.

Still, Satoru couldn't get the thought out of his head that he was somehow betraying his best friend by being with you like this. You were Suguru's girlfriend. What is he doing here with you under such circumstances?

Well, that's right - you were.

Suguru was long gone, he knew that. You hadn't been with him for a long time. He broke your heart. He knew, he wasn't coming back. And yet, out of sentiment and out of some strange sense of duty, that one conversation had brought out of him, where the raven-haired had asked him to take care of you, as if something had happened to him. Satoru seems to have taken it too much to heart: by taking care of you for years, befriending you, marrying you and falling in love.

You were his wife now.

You went on dates with others, when you hadn't yet convinced yourselves as much. Everything around you and him screamed that you had come to terms with the situation. Although it took a long time, you had succeeded. He loved him too, in a way. You, in a slightly different way, even though he rarely admits it.

How could he think you had no feelings for him? He didn't know himself. At some point, he had already stopped deceiving himself, when he glanced at the obvious evidence you had substituted for him.

Heck! You even ended up with him for your fifth anniversary. He never felt so good in his life. He is He was asbolutely in love with you, that moment and that feeling. He could be with you like that every day. He wanted to feel vulnerable again, weak and absolutely susceptible to your touch and every feeling you evoke in him.

But he couldn't. He would have fallen impetuously into your arms long ago, for all the years you spent together, for every thing you did for him and taught him. He was so grateful to you.

But...he couldn't. Every time there come situations at which his heart begins to sing, there is also an image of you and his friend together - happy, in love.

And he felt like the total garbage of a person, when he experienced similar feelings with you.

Not because of you, but because of his sense of duty and the awkwardness of the situation. If you continue, as you are now, he will find it hard to control himself. He will end up clingy again, like on your memorable anniversary, and won't be able to stop. Really funny thoughts, considering how close to each other you really are.

Satoru moved away from you, leaning against the tree again.

"Do you miss him sometimes?" You weren't able to hide your confusion when you saw how he completely changed his tone and mood in a second. He removed the crown from his head.

He had to be sure.

"Who?" you asked, not knowing what had suddenly sprung to his mind. He just sighed, looking to the side. "I don't know what you're talking about, Satoru, I'm not sitting in the inside your head." You really hoped this wasn't going to be some kind of argument, that would ruin the good vibe you were so desperate to maintain.

"Him. I'm talking about him, (Y/N)." finally the cogs in your head came together. You sign.

"Ugh, do we really need to talk about him? I don't want to spoil the good times with you." you said laying down entirely on the blanket with a disgruntled expression, you closed your eyes. "I haven't thought about him like this in years, I want to keep the streak."

A long moment of silence passed before you spoke up "..but I've been thinking a lot about you, Satoru." The corners of your mouth lifted. He needs to calm down, he's an adult now and he blushes as often as a teenager.

You lay in silence with your eyes closed, trying to chase all unnecessary thoughts out of your head, repeating to yourself that you should focus on the here and now. You're not going to change the past, there's no point living in it.

After a while you felt movement on the blanket, you opened your eyes slowly, only to see his face above you, he was leaning with one hand over you, the other stroking your cheek. His crystal blue eyes were watching you again. He ran his thumb over, hooking the corner of your lips, making you part them. Why did you even let him do such things? You had stopped asking yourself that question for some time. It seemed somehow unnecessary to you.

"I've been thinking a lot too…" his gaze focused on your parted lips and the uneven breathing that was beginning to build in you, he moved closer.

"...and what were you thinking about?" you said it so quietly that it might as well have been a whisper. You also put your hand on his cheek. Warm, you thought, and noticed too. You looked at his lips.

He pressed his thumb against your lip making you bite down slightly. His hand moved from your face, down your neck, to your collarbone, eventually ending up as a support for him, right next to your head. He was even closer.

"I think I want to keep racing with you." His nose rubbed against yours, playfully, he began smiling goofily again.

Then he rose and stood up, as if he hadn't just given you a heart attack, shaking the remnants of grass off himself while putting on his backpack.

"So, shall we go?" his tone was the same as ever, he had already started to walk towards the bike, as you continued to lie on the blanket, blushing feeling some sort of need that had built up somewhere down.

----

The day was enjoyable.

You rode a bike, took beautiful photographs, had a picnic in a large meadow full of flowers. Just the nice calming things.

Satoru was surprisingly calm until your return home. That was odd. He still radiated a smile, but it was different. Usually he was broad, sometimes arrogant and confident, at times teasing, but this one was smaller, calmer. More affectionate, as if he was smiling half-cheekedly.

His eyes did not leave your side. Which was not new to you, he has a habit of following you around like a stray cat, crying for your attention. Now, however, it was not like that. He just stared, still smiling, responding calmly. Well, maybe not always, because when you were playing Mahjong in the bedroom, he was a bit in over his head, at certain points.

"I can't understand how you win in this game." You scratched your head while glancing at the board. The white tiles were arranged in patterns.

"And I can't understand how you can cook so well. What you prepared today was delicious." he moved the tile on the board.

It was quite late in the evening. A warm summer rain was falling outside the window, irrigating the fields of crops and plants. The sound of soft bells was barely audible from where you were. The two of you were sitting in the bedroom, opposite each other, at an undersized table, drinking tea that you had brewed quite a while ago in a small, decorative teapot. It wasn't long before you had dinner; before heading home, you managed to visit a small farmers' market near the centre of town. You bought all the ingredients and made it into something from an old recipe you got from someone you knew back in middle school.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." you smiled slightly. The image of him devouring the dish you had prepared always touched your heart in some way. Especially since Satoru, never spared a comment describing the wonderfulness of the dish you had cooked.

"When we get home, please make it again, I think Megumi will be pleased too." his gaze stopped on the piece you had just selected.

"You just did a stupid thing." his voice was quite calm. You analyse a bit.

"I still don't know how to play this game." You paused for a moment from making a move to reach for the teapot and pour yourself some tea. His hands overtook you, lifting the teapot and pouring the hot liquid directly into your porcelain. You thanked him quietly, enjoying his kind gesture.

"Mahjong is a Chinese game, it's possible you might not have known it, it's not so often played in our country." He put down the teapot to the stand, returning his gaze to your face.

"I am not surprised by its presence in this house, even the porcelain we drink from comes from China. So is the owner." You glanced at his cup to see if you should pour it for him too, but the cup was almost full.

"How did you meet him?" he raised his hand to take a sip of cooling tea. You were surprised at how gracefully he does it, as if he has a habit of manners. We're talking about the same Satoru who sometimes played with his food, along with Tsumiki.

"I exorcised the curse that tormented his brother's house not far away. As a token of gratitude for saving his life, he said I could use his summer house. So I did. Although I really resisted it at first, I didn't want him to feel indebted to me. As it turned out, this is a man who feels indebted if he doesn't return the favour."

You pulled the night dressing gown tighter over your body. His blue irises fixed on the board.

"You always take care of others." he said it as if more to himself.

"It's my duty, besides, I like doing it." You lifted your cup up. He continued to stare at the white tiles on the board.

"How did you learn to play Mahjong?" you asked him, the cup clattering against the stand. He signed.

"When I was young, I played this game with one of my teachers." Satoru turned the plate in his hands, examining it from all sides.

"What was his name? What did he teach you?" the white-haired one said nothing for a long moment.

"I don't remember his name or where he came from. My teachers changed quite quickly, no one would stay to teach me for longer. My skills developed rapidly." A white plate rose up in front of his nose, began to rotate by his blue force, and he continued, "I remember him teaching me object control. In the beginning, he showed it to me on the tiles from Majhong, which is why I learned." The tile began to fall, and he caught it in flight. You began to wonder.

"Is there a teacher you particularly remember?" you wanted to find out a bit more about. It seemed pleasant to you, personal enough to get to know him at the same time, but distant enough to be safe.

"No."

"You haven't managed to build a relationship with anyone?" you asked softly, trying to catch his gaze, which was still fixed on the piece in his hand.

"No. My needs changed quite quickly, as did the people around me." he replied dryly, his uncovered eyes expressing more emotion than tone of voice.

You knew that Satoru had been pampered from a young age, spoilt, honoured, he had been so special that everyone had done everything possible to ensure he was looked after in the best possible way.

You were at the headquarters of his clan, you experienced the assessing gaze that measured your worth equally with your strength level. Satoru had the most of it.

You knew he had had a difficult childhood, it wasn't hard to guess. What you sometimes managed to forget through his playful and confident nature, was how lonely he was from the start. You weren't surprised at how much he was affected by his best friend leaving. And now, despite this knowledge, you shouldn't be surprised that he doesn't bond with most of the people he's met. Since he had always been put on a pedestal, it was hard for him to look for commonalities in people or look at their worth, regardless of strength. You experienced this yourself from his side. After spending years with him, you are able to conclude that he has changed that a bit in himself. This does not change the fact that it came with great effort on his part. He is a diffrent man, but still alone with his strenght.

"It must have been lonely." voice betrayed your thoughts, as did the compassion that slipped from your gaze.

Satoru rose from his seat. Instinctively, you reached out to grab him. Afraid that you somehow hurt him. You said something wrong, didn't you? You didn't manage to grab his hand, you were already about to start apologising to him, but he circled the table and found himself sitting on the floor, close to you, hugging you and pressing your head against his chest.

"Satoru? What are you doing?" you lifted your gaze to find his eyes staring at you.

"You said that when you are sad, sometimes instead of saying something I should hug you." his voice was so sincere, open in a way. You smiled slightly, surprised that he didn't understand.

"That wasn't…" he pressed you tighter against him, suppressing your urge to correct what you meant. You embraced him too, putting your arms around his waist and laying your head on his shoulder. You chuckled.

It finally clicked in your head why he did what he did. You couldn't hold back a smile.

You laughed in your soul, at how often you wonder if his touch is typically friendly, caused by years spent together, or if there is something more behind it. Knowing that his touch sometimes put you in a palette of different emotions.

Constantly reminding yourself that by definition you are friends, nothing more, was becoming increasingly difficult for you. Maybe because it was becoming more and more of a lie. At least on your part, you no longer knew how to look at him as a person with whom you only shared a bed and goals. You no longer knew, how to look at him other than as your partner. Hiding it often worked out terribly for you, so you stopped. You didn't want to hold yourself back anymore.

That was your situation. You knew Satoru wasn't the best at expressing his feelings. Often in difficult situations, he falls silent, doesn't know what to do, freezes in place. So you just give him time until he comes to you on his own sometimes. And when he comes, you hold him all the time, promising not to let go.

You are happy that he came to you with this kind gesture.

Even if you think his intentions are different from yours.

"If you want a hug, just do it, anytime, 'Toru." you started stroking his hair, the way he likes it best. You felt his body relax under your touch. White curls escaped through your fingers, soft and pleasant to the touch.

"I'm not surprised you're losing, your positioning is wrong. It's no fun, when you don't even know how to play." he said in his normal voice, then with an efficient movement he planted you between his legs, facing the board. He reached with his long arm for the tea cup on the other side and placed it next to yours.

He pulled you closer to the table, put his head on your shoulder and began to teach you, showing you, explaining everything. He made his movements in game using his power and you listened bravely and attentively to what he was saying. Although it was quite difficult when sometimes he nuzzled into your neck more, tickling you and distracting you with his warm breath.

That day, despite the obstacles, you learned to play Mahjong.

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My Sunshine Girl: End of the Night

A/N: Good news, this one is shorter than the first part!! The third chapter is in the works, currently editing and adding more! There are a few things I'm really excited to explore between Sunshine and Benny as well as Sunshine's history. Sooooo I hope you enjoy this short chapter ❤️😊 Please comment your thoughts (I really enjoy reading them), and remember to like and reblog!

Inspiration: He's Mine by The Platters Summary: An invitation is extended and you accept Previous Chapter: The Celebration Masterlist

By the time the ride ended, you were breathless and craving more. Benny had led you back to the bar, where everyone else had regrouped. You sat on the back of his bike, your fingers loosely gripping the bottom of his jacket.

Benny helped you get off, his hand holding onto yours. Steadying your swaying body as your feet met solid ground. You breathed a quiet thank you, his strong but gentle grip keeping you upright.

You glanced up from the ground, ready to say goodbye and be on your merry way, but the words got stuck and you realized; you didn’t want to leave his side.

Benny held your gaze, his thumb brushing circles over the back of your hand.

You could hear the others making teasing comments, but all your focus was on him. You tried to capture this moment in your brain, his eyes softened under the street lamp, searching your face for any signs of distress or annoyance but finding nothing but wonder and excitement.

He smirks realizing you were just as much a fan of the ride as he was. This realization pleases him, already envisioning you as a part of his daily life. You’d be a second extension of his tiny world. Another slot that would take up space next to the club and his love of riding.

He moves to slide off the bike, you shuffle back, your hand still in his. He speaks quietly, a deep baritone in the soft caress of the night wind, “Do yah wanna drink”

Your eyes flickered over to the bar doors, men falling into line for another round of fun before ending their night. You could see Johnny turn to look at you guys, a smile on his lips, walking backward he calls out, “I told yah girls would be okay, the guys just wanna go out wit yah”

You found yourself letting out a breathless laugh. Your eyes fell to watch his thumb repeatedly draw circles on your knuckles. Does he realize he’s doing that? You wondered.

“I-uh-I don’t drink alcohol” You stuttered, “But I wanna dance”

He hummed, lifting your hand, your eyes following the movement, “Gail would love that”

He peppered a soft kiss on your knuckles his eyes smiling as he watched you melt under his gaze. “C-cool, ha”

You slipped your hand away from his lips, from his warmth, and tore your eyes away from his. You almost ran, but forced your legs to follow a decent pace, you’d caught wind of Kathy and practically tackled her to hook arms and slip into the bar. The man she had ridden with doubled over in laughter, “Why you runnin' from your man Sunshine”

Your face flushed, bowing your head to let your hair fall over your red cheeks, “Don’t”

Kathy giggled beside you and said naught about your sudden shyness. The two of you set off to dance. You’d asked around looking for a Gail, she had already taken control of the Jukebox and had a group of other ladies warming up to let loose. You and Kathy slipped into the group of ladies, entering a bubble that no man would disturb, including Benny.

Dancing the night away with Gail, who was happy to have a gal who wouldn’t tap out after the 3rd song. The better half of the night was reserved for the ladies, who got to dance and talk as loudly as the men had before their ride.

Kathy finally seemed to be having fun, though she still shot some of the men her look of disgust, warning them to stay away from her. On more than, one occasion you pulled her from her seat and her drink for another dance, her laughter and groans drowning over the music. You’d done all you could to avoid looking at Benny.

Who had no qualms watching you from the bar; a drink in his hand and his body turned away from the counter, his eyes following your body weave in and out from the crowd.

He watched you from the pool table too. Cue stick in hand, his head leaning against it as he followed your body's movements.

It comforted you, to know that he was watching. No man seemed to want to catch his ire and for whatever reason everyone had already dubbed the two of you as an item. All because you rode on his bike. You wanted to think it was ridiculous. But something told you that one way or another, you’d end up his and he yours.

You buried the thought behind a smile immersing yourself in getting to know the ladies of the club.

Benny was the one who brought you home.

Kathy had gotten a ride from her boyfriend, who wasn’t happy with where he found her. You’d seen the angry look on his face and how Kathy had shrunk into the car seat. You were gonna hop in but a rough hand grabbed yours and led you away.

You slipped onto his bike and wrapped your arms around him, your bag tucked between your arms. You remembered mumbling your address and you expected the ride to be quick because you didn’t live that far but Benny had taken the long way to your home. Your tired eyes took in the passing lights and scenery. Your head lulling to lay on his shoulder. The calm of the night is a lullaby to your soul.

When he pulled in front of your house you sighed in sadness. It took effort to release your tight hold on his midsection, clumsily fixing your bag back over your shoulder and an unsteady hand gripping his as you slipped off.

You hummed along to the last song that had played on the Jukebox, its melody echoing in your mind.

“He’s mine, he’s mine, he’s really mine, I said my baby loves me so” you sang softly as you held onto his hand, your feet fighting to stay upright. Your feet ache from all the dancing, and the adrenaline of riding is wearing off. You resemble it to sea legs getting used to land.

Benny’s hand moves to grab your elbow, steadying your body. You realize through a tired haze that you like his hands on your body. He makes you feel small and safe with his large hands supporting you.

You bury this thought behind a mumbled thanks, your head hanging as you peer into your purse to dig out your keys. His hand is still on your body, moving to your lower back, pulling you closer so your knees touch his legs. He’s still on his bike and you wonder if he’s uncomfortable with his upper body turned to you.

Your eyes were blurry from exhaustion. The quiet cool night was almost enough to have you fall asleep standing.

When you finally snagged onto the metal of your house keys, you pulled them out and finally looked up at Benny. You were impossibly close, your nose nearly touching his. You couldn’t remember why you were standing or where you were.

He was still seated on his bike, his head and shoulders turned in your direction.

“You really need to stop doing that,” you whisper into the night air. His brows lift and he chuckles, “Stop what?”

You pointed an accusing finger at his chest, lightly poking him, “You know what.”

He’s teasing, you know he is by the way his eyes glint playfully. You want to keep the back and forth going but your mind is tired and you want your bed. So instead, you roll your eyes and step away. You say thank you again, avoiding his burning gaze, and walk up the steps to your home.

You fumble with the keys, sticking the key into the hole, but the lock won’t turn. You’re tired and frustrated and you just want to sleep. It isn’t till you feel him standing behind you, one hand coming around to gently pry the keys from your hand and the other lightly ghosting over your lower back.

With one hand, he’s opened your door for you, pushing the door ajar for you to slip in.

The air is palpable, an unspoken question hanging densely over your head. You stare into the emptiness of your mother's childhood home. Breathing in the cool air you slowly step through the threshold.

You turn and lean a hand against the door frame. “I’m not with my girls anymore”

Voice soft and probing, you aren’t sure what you’re doing. But you know you don’t want to be alone tonight. So you ignore the screaming inside your head.

“No, you’re not” He replies softly.

You flip your hair over your shoulder and step away from the door, you tell him you like to cuddle. You don't close the door because you hope he gets the hint.

You turn and start walking up the stairs and you hear the front door close behind you, his footsteps echo up the stairs. You giggle when you feel the tips of his fingers try and grab your waist but you're bounding up the stairs with energy you thought lost. You lead him to your room and you give him eyes filled with anticipation and excitement. He’s slow and teasing as he walks up to you, there are no words just your giggles bouncing around the quiet home that hadn’t been home for a long while.

He’s caught you in his grasp and you expect things to go a certain way but it's as if he knows what you need because he’s pulled you down to your bed and has you in his arms. Your head resting on his clothed chest. You can still smell cigarette smoke and sweat. It sticks to both of you and you’re too tired to care.

“Hey Sunshine,” his voice breaks your reverie. His fingers are playing with your hair.

You hum into his chest, “Yeah?”

“You wanna go to the next meeting with me?”

It's a simple question. But you sense a layer of complexity. You've already invited him into your home, into your bed. Now he's inviting you into his world. Saying yes means so much more than you can imagine. You lift your head, resting your chin on his chest. His head is propped up on your pillow, his unoccupied arm tucked behind his head, his blue eyes on you, patiently waiting for you to give an answer with bated breath.

"I'd love to, handsome," you give him a small smile and then bury your head into his chest, settling as the silence grows. He fixes his arms around you, tugging your body closer, one leg wraps around him, and your arm is thrown over his stomach. He rubs your shoulder and tells you to go to sleep.

The silence used to be deafening but now basking in his warmth and listening to the steady thump of his heart, you don’t mind the silence all that much.

His heart sings you to sleep much like your mama who used to tuck you in with stories and songs. Your heart tugs at the memory and you drift off. In the echo of the night, you can almost hear her soft voice singing out to you. You want to reach out and hold on. But all you have is Benny. So, you hold onto him. And pray he doesn’t slip between your fingers like the memories of your ma.

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | BEFORE FORMULA ONE

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. y/n before her time in formula one

content warnings. written in 3rd person + headcanonish, not edited & proofread!

word count. 0.8k

notes. second 'lore' chapter and the last one before we start with the main arc!! very excited hehe <3

THE CHILDHOOD

born in a private hospital, y/n l/n is the daughter of two times motogp worldchampion l/n. she's not hidden from the world, yet her mother almost takes a whole year to show her in public. two years after her birth, her mother picks up her career again, wishing to add a third world championship to her name.

y/n grew up travelling the world with her mother. attending races while getting homeschooled, she experienced a very exciting life early on. it was stressful, for both mother and child, and yet they wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

because of this, y/n doesn't have many close friends. instead her phone is filled with hundreds of numbers and active 24/7, especially when she grows older. she knows future world champions of different sports, aspiring supermodels and actors, all because her mother has written history in motorsports.

when y/n celebrated her 6th birthday, her mother, the famous lady l/n finally retired and they settled down in the UK. but that didn't stop them from travelling, now they were jumping from place to place for her own career.

not many are aware, but y/n is a genius. when they meet her, they just think she's an incredibly bright child, and showing her vast knowledge off is not something she has ever done. this is why her mother doesn't worry about her education, she's always greedy to know more.

but she's also greedy to win and win she does. she starts her racing kareer in karting, while still wanting to follow her mother's footsteps into the motorsport world, she wishes to become a formula one driver. it's her biggest dream and she will do anything to achieve it.

THE TEENAGE YEARS

y/n becomes a prominent figure within the next generation celebrities of UK and anyone who's really invested in the racing sport. they call her a generational talent, not knowing that her thoughts never stop racing and always calculate the optimal line around the track for the best result.

her mother ensures she has the best trainers, the best team, anything for her pride and joy. with her connections and wealth, y/n takes the motorsport world by storm and claims one victory after another. it doesn't matter that she's a girl, she is the daughter of a world champion, she is a genius, off and on track, and she will win.

her teenage years are filled with glamor and sweat, she's invited to red carpet events and receives paddock passes on regular basis. she's not so naive to believe that this is about her and her talent, the people who invite her just wish for a chance to be connected with her mother.

y/n is 17, when she joins formula 4 with arden motorsport and wins in her rookie year. but there isn't much time for celebration, because in this year her mother got diagnosed with cancer and died at the end of the year. it leaves her struggling but she's also determined to not let this event end her life. her mother wouldn't have wanted that for her.

because she's still not an adult, she can't inherit her mother's possessions and instead seeks her father out, tony stark. she's taken in his care, and while she still struggles with her loss, a new chapter in her life has been opened.

THE ADULTHOOD

after her win in formula 4, due to her mother's death and no team in formula 3 accepting her as driver, she takes a year off. she spends time with her new family, picks up her education and starts to plan the stark f1 team with her father. it's her dream and wish to become a world champion in formula one, but it's also tony's dream to shake the motorsport world up. so they combine their dreams, while exchanging smirks with each other.

y/n is a bit older, when she joins the grid again and races for prema racing. having now raced for two very strong teams, both of which raise promising stars and drivers for formula one, such as oscar piastri, many people start to keep an eye on her.

this completely changes, when tony reveals his only biological child to the world. y/n l/n becomes y/n l/n-stark, now often referred as simply y/n stark. the attention on her exploded, people fought and still fight for her attention on a daily basis.

but y/n doesn't let that disturb her, even after the rumors pick up. the rumors of stark joining formula one, the rumor of a new team. not even when it's finally revealed that stark racing will be joining the pinacle of motorsport in 2025.

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Turning Passions

Chapter 1 - Introductions

*note there is writing sections in this chapter ^.^*

put your records on - Corinne Bailey Rae

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Megumi pov (3rd person)

Megumi stares back at the text sent by his friends, he turns off his phone and slides it back into his pants pocket- returning to the piles of homework he has spread out through the small desk he is at. He looks around him seeing nobody near, he lets out a small sigh as he continues working- he sips on the small coffee brought by him. It’s been about two hours since Megumi has been at the library, with it only being the second week of school, Megumi swears he feels the pressure settling in already with professors already assigning multiple projects and dates to get it done soon. He works slowly not feeling any more energy to decode another thing instructed by his computer science professor. He gently lays his head on the table with his headphone blasting music- before he pulls out his phone to check the time to see another twenty minutes has past by. He remembers he was supposed to be back at the dorms 15 minutes ago asked by his friend- but truly he doesn’t really care. He starts to get overwhelmed by the demanding pressure of school and now fans awaiting to see him. As the anxieties start to finally start setting in he gives up and in the same movement Megumi starts to pack up. He shuts his laptop down and exits the library to make it back to his dorm where he would be forced to partake in another video.

y/n pov (3rd person)

Y/n is in a rush, no she’s in a hurry. She’s running not aware of her environment as her two friends are trailing behind her trying to catch up to her speed. Maki is practically yelling out for her telling her to slow down as y/n is toning her out. Right now the only things that are in her mind is the fact that the dance store closes in ten minutes and how she needs to get new shoes. Y/n finally arrives as the owner is practically locking up, “wait” she yells, finally making it to the door in time. The owner laughed at her actions before welcoming her in and reminding her that she has ten minutes before she’s locking up the store. “I only need 5” y/n replies back before running to the exact same spot she spends most of her time at. Luckily for her she spots the shoe in her size, she only buys one specific brand because she swears the rest don’t make her dance the same. as she speeds to go checkout she gives a wink to her friends almost taunting them for making them rush over. “you don’t need to try these on?” says the owner, “nope” y/n replies back as she’s pays for them. “alright you guys have a good one” the owner grins as she’s walking the group out. When getting outside Maki uses this as an opportunity to yell at y/n. “You didn’t have to be so extra we were going to make it on time” she scolds. y/n doesn’t care she’s lost in her own world hugging the box to her chest already visioning how she’s going to break these new pairs in. At this point Maki deems it’s useless to continue to scold her friend as she turns to the criminal of the broken shoes in flesh, Toge. She turns to see that he’s been on his phone ignoring the madness that’s been happening all this time. “hey who you texting a girl” Maki teases, Toge quickly whips his head up scoffs at her and replies “no I made a new friend”. Maki gives a confused face and walks away telling the group they need to go back to the dorms.

Megumis pov (3rd person)

As megumi finally walks in he’s greeted in by his two nosey dorm mates, Yuji practically jumps onto him asking why he was late and how he could he leave him with a monster like Nobara. Megumi pushes him aside as he starts to unwind from the classes and studying he had to do. He puts down his backpack and unpacks his things from the library. “You look like shit” Nobara laughed. Megumi groans and lays face down on his bed, he mumbles “don’t you guys have to make a video isn’t that the only reason we’re all here”. Yuji’s head pops up and says proudly “guys i’m here to say that i have ANOTHER grand idea” Nobara quickly throws a pillow at him reminding him of his “grand plan” last time. Yuji cowards away like a dog and yells “WELL I HAVE A BETTER ONE NOW SO”. As their bickering goes on for a bit as Megumi finds himself getting tired and irritated as the last thing he wants to do is film, he tries to stay calm until a pillow is thrown in his face- getting caught in the backfire of his two stupid roommates fight. That’s when he shoots his body up and shouts at them to shut up and to tell the stupid plan and get it over with. Both nobara and yuji shot up in shock and coward near each other in defense to megumi’s harsh tone. They start to gossip about how Megumis moodier than usual, until Yuji finally finds the confidence to stand up and say “I made a friend and we’re streaming with him.”

Authors notes: WE’RE HERE CHAPTER ONE!! HEY GUYSS thank you so so much for the outstanding support on turning passions!! im so ready to get this story going and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and like usual see you next chapter!! <333

Fun facts:

• Toge broke y/n’s pointe shoes by trying them on during a live of his and them breaking in half (no one tell y/n that they were dead already and needed to be replaced though)

• yuji originally was in college studying business and media but dropped out due to the workload and wanted to be a full time streamer with his channel on peek

• the dance store owner recognizes y/n because of how often she’s in there getting new pointe shoes

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Loved since the beginning

You and Michael have been friends for as long as you remember, from childhood to adulthood, with ups and downs. But will you guys eventually confess to each other that you love one another?

This begins at the beginning of thriller in the making. I'll try to go through every era, haha, but be patient with me.

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Chapter 1

The beginning of what will be

[<3rd pov>]

It is somewhere in 1981, and Y/n was on set watching her childhood best friend filming his music video. She moved her head on the rhythm and smiled as she saw him dance and sing to his own music.

“Cut! Amazing, you guys can take five, “ the director instructed. Y/n stood up, brushing her skirt of a bit when she suddenly got picked up and spun around, making her scream.

“Michael! Put me down!!” She held onto Michael for dear life while he chuckled and softly put Y/n on her feet again.

“I can’t help it, im so happy you are here Y/n it means a lot to me.” He smiled at her, brushing some hair from her face, making her blush a little.

“How can i not support my best friend Mikey?” she giggled. “You also do the same for me. Hell, you just come with me to everywhere i go, on tour, to the studio. My point is, i do it with love.” Y/n said poking his cheeks, making him blush slightly.

“Wel, i do it with as much love as you do, girl~” he grinned and looked into her (e/c) eyes. “You know.. we should make a song together, we haven’t done that before, and we know each other like forever already, “ Michael said, suddenly making Y/n giggle.

“Sure, Mikey, but i should warn you.. i am not perfectly talented like you. “ Y/n pointed at Michael. Michael looked at her with his soft brown eyes.

“Y/n, you are perfect in every way. Dont think so little of yourself, girl~” he sang while twirling her around, stopping her close to him. He tilted her head upwards, looking into her eyes. “You really are Y/n.” he smiled, taking in all her facial features. Y/n blushing by his sudden words, has a loss for words.

“Michael-“ she tried to say his name but got cut off by the director. “Alright, guys! Let’s continue!” Michael looked at me and smiled.

“Well, it looks like i need to let you go, girl~” he sang and gave her a hug and before letting go, giving a kiss on her cheek before spinning around and ran to his spot again. Y/n was speechless and blushed, remembering his lips on her cheek. She slowly sat down and smiled to herself. The music began blasting again from the speakers as she saw Michael go into his role again. She moved her body slightly on the beat of the song being played and looked at Michael, who was dancing. He was so majestic with his moves that he was almost hypnotic, without knowing Y/n bite her lip while she kept staring at Michael, who also noticed her looking at him seeing a slight blush creeping onto her face. Michael smirked slightly and spinned around, full of excitement, a bit too excited as he lost balance. “Woops hehe sorry” he said with a chuckle, smiling innocently and slight embarrassment that took over him, but that soon went away when he heard Y/n laughing her ass off behind the scenes.

“Let’s do that one more time, and Michael, don’t lose your balance.” The producer said, Michael nodded apologetic and dusted himself off before standing on the mark again.

The rest of the filming went smoothly with a few laughs. Eventually, Michael was done, and Y/n decided to wait for Michael in his dressing room. She walked into his dressing room and looked around.

“So messy~, even after all these years.” She chuckled to herself and walked further into the room, looking at every jacket and every photo that was hanging in this room. Suddenly, she lay her eyes onto a photo of her and Michael together when they were younger. She smiled and walked to the picture, grabbing it and looking at it with admiration. In the picture, they were in front of the Hayvenhurst house, their arms around each other’s neck and smiling from ear to ear. She smiled at the memory. “We were young and innocent then.” She said, not noticing that Michael entered the room and was standing behind her.

“That is a very good lyric girl~ Let me write that down before I forget.” He chuckled and grabbed his notebook and wrote the lyric down. Y/n blushed by his sudden appearance and immediately placed the picture down, not turning to him yet. She heard him mouthing the words while he wrote it down. “There, now I won’t forget that.” He looked at it and smiled before placing his notebook back onto the table and wrapping his arms around Y/n, hugging her from the back. Y/n, stil blushing, tried to get herself calm.

“You smell like hard work and dancing sweat.” She chuckled and slowly turned around and hugged him back, taking in his perfect mixed scent of his sweat and perfume. This scent was really something out of this world. After a few minutes, Michael broke the hug and smiled.

“Should we get out of here? It reminds me of work.” He chuckled while still holding each of her arms and looking into her eyes. Y/n blushed ever so slightly and nodded, looking at the clock in his dressing room, for the time.

“Well it is night?” She said while looking back at Michael. “So let’s get dinner.” She moved his arms away and grabbed her bag, searching for her car keys and fishing them out. “It is my treat~. Now come on.” She winked his way, making Michael blush a bit while releasing a chuckle from his lips.

“Wel, I can’t say no to that.” He grabbed his jacket and his bag while walking to the door, opening it. “My lady~” he bowed slightly, reaching his hand out to Y/n. Y/n giggles and gently took his hand, walking through the door.

“Such a gentleman you are~” she giggled, dragging him out of the room. Eventually, walking through the doors of the building, they went outside. Y/n grabbed her car keys and walked to her car, a Black Raven coloured Ford Mustang convertible from the year 65. “There is my baby~” she said while tapping the hood softly before unlocking her car. Michael chuckled at her.

“You really love your car, don’t you, Y/n?” Michael said, walking to the other side, opening his door. Y/n gasped fakely and held her hand in front of her chest to make it more dramatic.

“Yes! I worked my ass off for this beauty~.” She laughed and opened her door, went in, and turned the car on. “Let me bless your ears, Mikey.” She put on the handbrake and set her foot on the gas, making it roar like a beast. Michael smiled, seeing her so enthusiastic and went into the car, closing the door. Y/n looked at him and smiled. “Now that, dear Michael, is the sound a car should make,” she beamed and closed her door also. She turned her head to the front and checked all her mirrors.

“Wel, in my opinion, it just makes a lot of noise~” he teased while putting on his seat belt. Y/n also put her seat belt on and softly chuckled at him.

“Oh shut it, I know you love it.” She said and turned on her radio. Instantly, her cassette player began to play her Destiny cassette from The Jacksons with the song ‘Things I do for you’. Michael immediately turned his head to Y/n and smirked.

“So you do listen!!” He yelled and playfully punched her arm, in disablief but secretly he knew, but she would never tell.

“Hey! I never said I didn’t?!” She laughed and drove off, keeping her eyes on the road but also grooving a little. Michael saw this, and his eyes began to sparkle, Y/n looked at him for a second and smirked, beginning to sing his lines from the song.

“People all over the world~.”

“Are the same everywhere I go ah.”

“I give in this ah,”

“I give in to that ah.”

“Every day, it bothers me so~”

Michael looks at her, his eyes as wide as can be. He never knew she loved one of his own made songs, especially knowing the lyrics to his own song word by word. Michael blushed and smiled his wonderful and gentle smile.

"Am i in a bad situation?”

“People taking me to the extreme ah,”

“Am I being used da”

“I just need a clue, ah,

“I don’t know which way to go~”

Michael loved the way she groved, moved while singing, and still kept focus on the road ahead of her. He found that extremely hot and couldn’t look away from her. It made him feel good in a way.

“So I took my problems to a doctor.”

“So he could check me out,”

Michael jumped in with his voice, what was actually his brothers deep voice.

“He don’t know,”

Y/n laughed and kept on singing.

“Took it to a palm reader,”

“So she could read my hand~”

“She don’t know,”

The two of them started laughing while Michael began to cough on the second time.

“I can’t hit that low.” He laughed and held his stomach. After that, the rest of the car ride was just them enjoying the album further. After the song ended, Y/n turned the volume a bit softer and took a right turn. Michael turned his head to her again.

“I never have thought you would listen to us,” he said while looking at her with interest.

“Well~ you guys make such good fucking music, I just have to listen to it~” she giggled. “And you are singing it of course” she smirked while saying that, slightly looking over to Michael, seeing him blush. She parked in a parking space and turned the engine off. “We are hereeee~~~” she looked at Michael with the brightest smile. Michael, of course curious of where they are, looked out off the window and instantly his eyes widen but so is his smile.

“Kentucky!!” He yelled as a child of how excited he was. “That is my favorite!” He beamed with a big smile.

“Well, let’s go, Mikey.” She stepped out from her car, grabbed her bag in the process, and closed the door behind her. Michael, following Y/n, jumped out of the car and jumped up and down from excitement. Y/n walked to Michael’s side, closing his door, and smiled.

“Come on~ let’s go~~ “ he grabbed one of her hands. “Pleaseeee~~” he whined while looking into her eyes with his big brown ones. Y/n smiled even more.

“We are going~ Come on, then.” With one hand, she locked her car, and with the other, she held Michael’s hand tightly but not too tight. She knew how Mikey could react she found it.. cute.

“You are taking too long~ Come on~” Michael said while basically dragging Y/n to the KFC, making her laugh a little. As they walked into the KFC, no one noticed yet that they walked in. Michael kept holding Y/n’s hand because he is a very shy guy. They walked to the counter, and Y/n ordered for the. Also, she knew what he absolutely loved. After some time waiting, they could hear whispers around them. She felt Michael’s hand begin to tighten around hers.

“Hey Mikey, it’s okay, do not worry” she smiled at him, and he just nodded.

“113!” their order was ready, and Y/n, with Michael still holding her hand, grabbed the bags and thanked the person. They turned around and walked out of the place.

“Don’t worry about it Mikey, you can eat your chicken in the car I know you must be starving after shooting” she said heartwarming and walked to her car, unlocking it when they were there and opened the door for Michael. “After you~” she giggled and guided Mikey to his seat.

“Thank you, Y/n~” he smiled back at her and sat down, closing his door. Y/n walked to her side and opened the door, giving the bags to Michael. He took them and sat down in her seat, closing her door and also behind her. “Thank you truly, Y/n.. really” he said again after putting on his seat belt. She smiled and did the same.

“Michael, it really is no big deal, I’m to be honest already used to all that.” She started her car and drove off from the KFC.

“I hope I get used to it soon, you know how my mind can be sometimes..” he looked down into the bag with the chicken buckets sadly. Y/n softly grabbed his hand, Michael looked at her with sad eyes.

“Michael it may be rough right now, and I know how your mind can be because my mind works the same. It will get better, eventually it wil, and you know I wil be there at every step you take, I wil be there to guide you through out all the bullshit and fuckery there wil be at every of that step.” She slightly looked at him with a smile. “I will protect you.” She fully looked at him, as they were at a red light. Michael felt speechless, his mouth slightly opened, and he felt something strange in his stomach. Y/n looked away again, seeing the light turned green and took a left. It was quiet on the rest of the ride, but eventually, Michael searched for his words.

“I am truly thankful to have you as my best friend Y/n.. and i will try my hardest to do the same for you.” He blushed slightly, thinking of his future with Y/n on his side. Y/n giggled and softly ruffled his hair.

“That is what I am for Mikey.” She giggled once more while stopping the car, looking over her shoulders and the mirrors before parking her car on her porch in reverse. “Now let’s go inside and eat~.” Michael nodded in response at Y/n, and they got out of the car, Y/n grabbing her bag and Mikey's bag out of the car and locking it before going inside her house.

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That’s it for chap oneeee hope you guys loved itttt!! It took a while to make sadly but the first challenge is done!!!!

Let me know what you guys think for now heheheh.

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