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Roll for Seduction

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4K+

NSFW Warnings 18+ ONLY: penetrative sex, some teasing, condoms used

You caught up with Eddie briefly after school. Walking down the hallway near each other wasn’t going to arouse suspicion since it was crowded and it gave you an opportunity to confirm what time he wanted you over. While everyone was chatting loudly and racing to get out, you caught his eye meaningfully and he winked.

“7:30,” he mouthed and you nodded before speeding up to walk closer to your friends. He watched you go with a dreamy look in his eyes, then raced to his car. He had some cleaning to do.

His uncle worked the night shift so he’d be gone until dawn the next day, giving you and Eddie ample time to have a romantic evening that would end-if all went well-with the two of you passed out in each other’s arms. Eddie stopped in the middle of cleaning his room and smiled so big it hurt his cheeks. He was going to absolutely, positively, blow you away.

A couple of hours later, his uncle was gone and after a couple of deals were made for extra cash Eddie was waiting impatiently for you to arrive. He’d cleaned his room up (it wasn’t really dirty, just messy), ordered pizza for you both and even tidied up the common area of the trailer. There were even some special items he’d placed in easily accessible areas in his room-you know, for later.

7:25. He had gone ahead and got you what you always got to drink and set it next to his beer when he heard a knock. A knock in the same pattern he’d used earlier. Eddie practically tripped over his own feet to get to the door and when he yanked it open and saw you standing there his head felt fluttery. God…he loved you. Confessing fully hadn’t been on the table tonight in his original plans but…maybe it would be later.

“Hey handsome~” You purr, boldly pushing in past him and shutting the door behind you without looking. Your hands slide up his torso, starting at his hips and coming up, up, up until they tangle in his hair for the second time that day. The memory of the abandoned classroom burst into Eddie’s mind and he had to fight the urge to fall to his knees before you. He had a plan dammit! A very sexy, romantic plan and by God he was gonna execute it! “Did you miss me?”

He leaned down and kissed you softly, his arms coming around to squeeze you to him so once again there was little space between your bodies. He slipped his tongue inside only briefly before moving his soft lips to your neck and ear. “Mmm…so fucking much. I touched your panties in my back pocket all day and guess what?”

Your nose was nuzzling his neck, just as desperate for him as he was for you and you made an inquisitive noise.

“I aced my test. I think they’re a lucky charm now.”

“Oh baby, that's great! I’m sure that was just us studying hard though and not my panties. You dirty boy, I can’t believe you even took them.” You were mockingly upset but he saw through it, shaking his head slightly. He’d felt your fingers tighten ever so slightly when he brought them up, you were turned on by it too.

“Now I think I’ve gotta start doing it often. Maybe I’ll ace all my tests if I have a little piece of you with me every day.” The soft whimper that left your lips at the thought of being bare beneath those skirts and cute little shorts you wore made him groan in response and cup the back of your neck to bring you closer. “Mmm you like that idea huh? I can do it for the rest of the year and then when we graduate, and run off together I won’t have to hide anything. I’ll put something for you on my battle vest and wear it proudly wherever I go.”

“Oh Eddie…” Your eyes became wide with wonder and emotion, love specifically he hoped. Your lips pressed to his and his hands slid down to your ass to grab it firmly, a sigh of relief flooding through his body at tasting you again. You’d had another New Coke in the few hours the two of you had been apart and he smiled into the kiss.

“You taste like Coke…”

“M’sorry,” you mumble while he peppers your mouth and cheeks with soft kisses. “I know you don’t like the taste.”

“Mmm…no it’s ok. It’s fine. I’d rather taste it from you, you make everything taste good.” Eddie runs his nose along yours, thumbs playing with your jugular vein. He strokes it softly so you sigh sweetly and become putty in his hands.

“Fuckin’ smooth talker,” you mumble against his lips when he kisses you again.

“Yeah, you love it. C'mon let’s eat. You fed me so let me feed you sweetheart.” Eddie leads you to the couch and doesn’t let your hand go until he absolutely has to.

“My favorite pizza and you have a drink for me, all nice and ready! Aren’t you the sweetest? If I didn’t know you were a good boy I’d say you’ve done something naughty, Eddie Baby.” You lean into his side and give his cheek a lingering kiss, which makes him eager for more. The words ‘good boy’ sent a shiver down his body and he gulped slightly, looking over at you already eating your slice with relish. You caught his gaze and winked, no doubt noticing the flush on his cheeks.

Eddie stumbles for words for a second and ends up just taking a swig of his beer. He could see you giggling out of the corner of his eye and felt warmth flood through him. You were so gonna get it.

The two of you ate and laughed and watched TV, which was overall one of the most perfect dates that could happen. Eddie loved being with you, no matter if you were poking fun at his shows (he loved the Twilight Zone and Macgyver), listening to him practice guitar, or just sitting near him and reading. Having you close enough that he could sniff your hair or press a kiss to your skin was paradise to him and since you lived in suburbia it was hard to have a normal kind of date like this.

“Where do your parents think you are?” He asks curiously, playing with your hair. One arm was around you to keep you pressed into his side-always needing you as close as possible. The hand that wasn’t playing with your hair was sliding along your bare arm, dipping under the sleeve of your t-shirt occasionally. It hadn’t escaped his notice that you were wearing your gym clothes, the gray Hawkins High t-shirt and the green athletic shorts and it made him wonder briefly if you had your own plans for tonight. You two had met in gym your freshman year after all and it was most definitely when you’d fallen in love so of course he had an attachment to your uniform.

You snuggled closer to him, sliding a hand along his chest and humming a bit at the feel of him. “Robin’s. Even though I gave up band, we’re still friends and she can keep a secret. I’ll probably catch a ride with her and Steve tomorrow morning.”

Eddie grunted at the mention of Steve Harrington. He didn’t hate the guy, they just weren’t exactly on good terms. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and a grin. He frowns. “What are you grinning at?”

“Nothing,” you purred, leaning up to kiss his cheek, your hand sliding up his chest to cup his face. Eddie hums softly and automatically brings his hands up to your hips as you move to straddle him. When you’re sitting right on his dick through his jeans he sighs with happiness.

“It’s not nothing sweetheart. C’mon tell me.” Before I lose my patience and fuck you right here, he thinks.

“I just think it’s cute that you act jealous of Steve, even though you have nothing to worry about.” Pulling back from planting soft kisses on his cheek that made his toes curl, you had a smile on your face a mile wide.

“Nothing to worry about huh?” His hands grip your hips tighter and rock you ever so slightly on his hardening cock. Your weight alone had gotten things started and it wouldn’t be long before he was bursting at the seams to be buried inside you. “You sure? He’s not gonna do something with his hair and make you swoon?”

It was a joke, yet he still felt his mouth tighten a little at the thought. But you laughed, loud and bright making his heart swell with love.

“No! Of course not! Steve’s hair is nice but…” Fingers slipping into his hair, your face was suddenly right in his with your next words ghosting across his lips like a promise. “I prefer a rockstar look more.”

Swallowing hard Eddie kisses you passionately, moaning into your mouth while he gropes at your ass. “Now who’s the smooth talker?” He mumbles against your lips.

When he feels like he’ll die if he doesn’t breathe he pulls back and quickly pulls you to his room. All the mess was cleaned, his covers washed and there was even a second pillow on his bed for you but he barely gave you time to notice.

Out of habit Eddie locks his bedroom door and then is on you again, tongue taking up residence in your sweet mouth while his hands worship the soft skin under your shirt. You aren’t idle though, not simply content to enjoy his touch on you, your own hands scramble under his clothes to feel him back. His battle vest and his leather jacket were both off in a flash. You tried to pull up his Hellfire Club shirt but he caught your hands in his.

Big brown eyes blown wide with need, Eddie kisses your knuckles then pushes you onto his bed. “Not so fast sweetheart, I’ve got plans for you tonight. Let’s slow it down a little.” He winks, and feels accomplished when you pout at him. You were so fucking cute when you did that.

“But Eddie,” you whined as you kicked your shoes and socks off but not taking your eyes off him. “I’ve been thinking about you all day…”

“And I’ve been thinking about you sweetheart, but just trust me. I wanna enjoy you, all of you as much as I can. You trust me right?” Eddie had tossed his boots and socks to the side and had started working on his belt when he noticed you hadn’t answered him. Belt open and hanging down from his jeans he looked up, finding your eyes glued to his ringed hands on the leather. He chuckled, making you jump and meet his eyes finally. “Distracted already huh? You wanna finish this for me?”

You swallow hard and nod. Your legs open wider without you conscious of it as he steps forward. Your face is level with his still clothed stomach and when you press a kiss to it Eddie can’t help but groan a little. You were just so fucking sweet…

The belt came off slowly and Eddie even let you get so far as to unbutton his jeans before he stopped you. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “Now can you answer me? You trust me right?”

You nod, then wet your lips. “With all my heart Eddie…”

“Good.” With confirmation Eddie strips off his shirt and drops it, his cock throbbing as he looks at the absolute neediness in your eyes. He’d never found himself super attractive or unattractive but the way you looked at him with your eyes raking over his lean body made him feel like the most beautiful man in the world. He lets you run your hands along his now bare torso while he ties his hair back in a low messy bun; then he moves your dominant hand into his jeans, onto the bulge in his boxers.

“Fuck, Eddie…you’re so hard already…” You were practically drooling for him, your thumb running along his hard length while your hips slightly ground against his bed.

“Shit that feels good,” Eddie moans, sliding his hand up and down your arm for a moment and then scooping you up under your armpits and moving you onto the pillows. He yanks his jeans off before crowding you on the bed, arms on either side of you while his mouth takes control of yours. Your hands run down his back and your legs come up to wrap around his waist tightly. He lets out a guttural noise at your nails digging into his skin and ruts himself against you, his cock beginning to leak with need.

When his hands move down under your ass to get you at an even better angle something finally clicks. He pulls back, breathless and looks down at you.

“What’s wrong?” You’re panting, lips kiss swollen and your eyes go wide as his hands slip under your shorts to grab you skin to skin. You yelp and cling to his shoulders in surprise. “E-Eddie!”

Eddie grins and squeezes the soft flesh beneath his calloused fingers. He’s rutting again now but slower, tortuously slower. “You’re not wearing any panties…I can’t believe I didn’t notice before! You changed clothes but kept going without huh? Didn’t want me to take another trophy?”

“What?? N-No I-I just…I just didn’t uhm…” You floundered. His smug look has that cute little crease in your brow showing up and you opened your mouth to speak but instead only a deep, greedy moan came out. He’d rolled his hips perfectly against you. You whined and clutched at him harder. “Mean…”

Eddie lowers his mouth to yours and teasingly licks at your lower lip, dragging it out so you squeeze him hard with your thighs. “Watch your mouth baby before I fuck it and leave this pretty pussy empty. You don’t want that do you?”

You whined again and shook your head. He smirked. “Didn’t think so.”

He slowly untangles himself from your limbs to begin undressing you. Your shorts are slid off with kisses to the inside of your knees and then he’s over you again, pulling up your shirt with his teeth while making heavy eye contact that has you both shivering. When that’s also discarded he leans back with a hand on his cock, stroking it over his shorts to admire you. His warm brown eyes take you in from your heaving chest to your already glistening folds and Eddie lets out a breath of sheer awe. No matter how many times he saw you like this it would never cease to amaze him. That you were here with him, bared and wanting him as much as he wanted you.

Eddie looks into your eyes and says the words he’s been thinking of for years out loud. “I love you.”

He hears your breath catch, worry shooting through him suddenly only for a wave of relief to wash over him when you sit up and cup his face in your hands. You’re both smiling like idiots suddenly and Eddie nuzzles into your palm lovingly.

“Oh Eddie, I love you too. There’s no one else for me but you, you got that? Just me and you, Munson. Forever.”

“Forever, sweetheart…” Eddie whispers, mouth crushing against yours briefly before he reaches into the top drawer of his nightstand. Swallowing hard Eddie pulls out a condom from the waiting box in there, and is sliding between your soaked lips once it’s on. As he lines himself up, one hand cupping your face he promises, “one day, I’m gonna make you a Munson too.”

With complete relish he watches your eyes widen at his words and then flutter closed as he sinks inside you, a deep groan escaping his chest. Your body arches against his and Eddie leans his head down to your shoulder as if in prayer, mumbling against the skin. His pace is slow but deep, filling you completely and feeling every little twitch of you around him. Deep groans leave your chest, your hands sliding down his bare back in such a sweet caress Eddie finds himself whining softly into your ear. His hands slide underneath your ass to pop your hips up more, angling himself deeper to make you cry out.

“Fuck-Eddie,” you gasped against him, your mouth pressing wet and needy kissed along his shoulder while your thighs squeezed him around the waist.

“Yeah babydoll? You like it?” It was fucking torture for him to fuck you so slow like this, to feel your heat around him so totally then leave it-only to plunge back in at the same pace but he could endure it if it meant a harder orgasm for you. Eddie could endure a lot of things to give you pleasure or even just to make you smile. His teeth graze your ear teasingly and then he’s pulling back and sitting up on his knees while still buried in you.

He pushes back his bangs which are a bit sweaty now from his forehead and suddenly grins at you.

“What?” You ask once you realize he’s grinning, wetting your lips a little.

“Nothing, I just like watching your eyes wander…” Your gaze has gone from his face to his bicep and then down his chest, lingering on his tattoos. It made him feel warm inside to know you were visually struck by him. Watching you lustfully look at him gave him confidence like nothing else did. Eddie drags his hand down his chest and his lean stomach, his cock throbbing at the sight of you eagerly watching this movement. When he reaches between the two of you he lets a callused finger brush against your clit.

You gasp, your body involuntarily pulsing around his cock making him lean his head back and moan. “Fuck…you feel so perfect.”

He shivered when your hand reached down to grasp at his hand on your thigh, stroking the top with your nails lightly. Goddammit you were so fucking good. You were twitching under his thumb and the gentle circle he was making with it and slowly, again making it torture for you both he began to pump in and out of your pussy. It was leaking out around him, coating him with so much slick it was becoming impossible for him to keep the torture up. Before he knew it Eddie was pushing inside faster, his thumb’s rotations becoming smaller and more focused where he knew you needed it.

The pace became desperate but not frantic-he still wants to drag it all out as best he can but you just feel too fucking good. So hot, so wet inside all for him. And your noises fuck the noises it was like you were in heaven with him inside you and it only spurred him on more. He leaned down and fucked your mouth with his tongue as he drove into you, and when you were so far gone you couldn’t kiss back his mouth assaulted your neck instead. He bit, sucked and made his mark all over both sides of your neck while praising you for taking him so well.

“Shit-so good,” he panted into your ear as he tilted your hips up to make the angle deeper. “So good for me, god, baby I love it-I love you.”

You stuttered out that you loved him too and suddenly were moaning louder, your grip on his back tightening. “E-Eddie m-m’close,” you breathed, trying to pry your eyes open to see him.

“Yeah? You wanna cum? Is that it? You wanna cum all over my cock huh?” Eddie pressed in fully and moved his free hand between the two of you to press on your lower stomach making you scream his name. “Cmon I wanna hear it. Can you ask me if you can cum? Can you?”

One of your hands gripped at his hair then and tugged so deliciously hard he almost came right then. “C-can I cum baby,” you begged, your eyes open just enough to meet his. “Please? Fuck-pretty please can I? I need it so bad!”

Goddammit he couldn’t deny you. He nodded and picked his pace back up, going so fast now that the sound of skin on skin in his tiny room was frankly obscene. Eddie watched as your breathing hitched higher and higher and you arched more off the bed. So close, so close you were making that cute face you did and your pussy was tightening around him and-

Everything went white. You screamed his name and clamped down so hard on him his thrusts stuttered. Head tilted back to the ceiling Eddie yelled out your name without a thought to his neighbors; riding out the high while still rubbing at you, albeit a bit more lazily. You tap out when you can’t take anymore and he stops immediately.

“Fuck…I came so hard” he says with a slight laugh, his breath coming in soft pants. “Your pussy is just too good. Like it was fuckin’ made for me. I couldn’t even last long enough for everything I’d planned...” Not that it had at all been a waste.

You laugh from below him and pull on his hair gently to bring him down to you. He kisses you languidly, as if you both have all the time in the world. “I think it was,” you say against his lips. “Just for you…”

“I’m a lucky guy, the luckiest guy in Hawkins.”

“Mmmm I agree! We’re both lucky. Who else finds love so early?” You press your forehead to his and high him tight, pressing your chests together.

Eddie lets out a soft sigh, burying his face in your neck and shrugs. “I’m just glad we did…”

***

Eventually he has to pull out of you. After some soft kisses he leaves the bed to throw the condom away and brings water and juice for you both. He has to take his hair from the bun as it had come loose from your tugging and he shakes it out. He fixes it and then takes the juice cup from you, draining the other half. He can feel your eyes on him and he turns his head slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Something catch your eye?”

Your fingers reach out to touch the half crescents in his skin from your digging, dozens of them all over his back and you smile. “You of course. All of you. But I was thinking…what was all the stuff you had planned huh?”

Eddie flushed a little and shrugged. “You know I just…I just wanted to last longer. Do more…stuff.” He grabs the water cup to have something to do and even as the icy cold water gives him a chill it’s not enough to break the heat of your gaze.

“Stuff? Liiiiiike?” You prompted, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist and kissing on his shoulder softly. Goosebumps prickle along his skin and he swears he can feel your smile against him.

“Well I…I wanted to do more positions. Really take my time with you more. Drag it out. I wanted…” Eddie looks over his shoulder at you, his gaze hot. “I wanted to wear you out so badly we’d both call out of school.”

Even though he’d just cum he felt a twitch inside him at your reaction. Your mouth had opened slightly and you’d squirmed. He looked at you with interest, suddenly putting his glass on his nightstand and then pinning you to the bed yet again. Hands wrapped tightly around your wrists Eddie watched you wriggle beneath him with obvious want, a naughty smirk creeping onto his face.

“Turned on again after all that? I love it… You think you could cum again for me?”

“Mmmm…maybe after a little bit,” you confessed, biting your lip a little as you studied him. He hums, leaning down to drag his nose along yours and then along your cheek as he thinks.

“Why don’t we rest a bit, and we’ll see what happens, Hm?”

“Deal.”

You snuggled up together under his covers and put your face in his neck, which made him smile into your hair. Together your breathing deepens and becomes more even, heart rates slowing almost in tandem. Before the curtain of darkness could fall over his eyes completely you asked, “Eddie? Did you mean it?”

He grunts softly and he squeezes you a little tighter. “Mm?”

“What you said…about making me a Munson?”

Eddie pulled back, just enough to see your silhouette in the moonlight streaming through his window. Caressing your cheek with his thumb he murmurs, “Yeah sweetheart. I meant it with everything in me.”

You sighed happily and nuzzled your way back into your spot in the crook of his neck. “Good. It’s a plan then. I love you Eddie.”

Eddie kissed the top of your head and tangled your legs together, arms holding you tightly to him.

“And I love you sweetheart…”

As sleep overcomes Eddie he has one last thought, and that’s what it would be like to have you handcuffed to a bed frame, with one of his rings on your left ring finger.

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Chapter Twenty-One

Sensei – Part One

Hanabi – 25-26 Konohamaru – 26-27

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She was really doing this, huh?

“Konohamaru was accepted as a jōnin sensei.”

“Hanabi, what a pleasure.” Iruka moved his paperwork as he welcomed her in. “What brings you?”

“This.” She set her completed application in front of him, pushing it forward. “I’d like to be a jōnin sensei.”

“Oh!” He looked delighted as he picked it up, thumbing through it. “Very interesting from you, Hanabi.”

“Is it?” she asked, honestly. He didn’t seem interested in answering.

“But I’m glad so many of my past students want to be sensei’s,” he continued, smiling up at her with those increasingly tired eyes. “I’ll discuss it with Naruto, but I’m sure there won’t be any problem.”

“Thank you, Iruka-sensei.” Hanabi bowed, leaving his office.

Boruto was due to begin in just a few months as summer drug on. Konohamaru’s entrance didn’t seem like too much of a coincidence. She wondered if he and Naruto had discussed the possibility of him becoming Boruto’s sensei.

She was a little miffed he hadn’t revealed it to her himself. It was her sister who gave her the news.

While she bided her time until she was told whether or not she’d been accepted (she knew she would be), she travelled to the Nara estates to visit with her old sensei. It was funny to see her out of her normal jōnin flak. She’d grown accustomed to a simple white tee and sweatpants, rarely in anything other than flip flops. It suited her.

“I thought Jun would’ve become a teacher,” Tora told her as she set a glass of whiskey in front of Hanabi. Hanabi picked it up and sniffed it, making a face. “How can you be a sensei if you can’t enjoy a good whiskey? Didn’t I train you better?”

“I’ll try.” Hanabi rolled her eyes, taking a sip. She fought the urge to spit it out, instead setting it down. “You don’t think I have what it takes to be a sensei, sensei?”

“Nah, I think you do,” Tora responded, waving her off, “but if it was going to be any of you three, I thought it’d be Jun, I guess. Can’t believe him and little Eiji are getting married…”

“Oh, yeah.” Hanabi laughed, leaning back on the couch. “Aren’t they perfect?”

“Honestly, no.” Tora shrugged, sipping her own whiskey. “But who am I to judge love, hmm? Not like I’ve ever found it.”

“Ah…that’s…” Hanabi shifted uncomfortably, but Tora snickered.

“Relax, little lamb. Any reason compels you to apply, anyway?” She easily redirected the conversation.

“Well, I’ve kind of done it all, haven’t I?” Hanabi tilted her head, crossing a leg over the other. “Figured it’d be nice to add sensei to the titles.”

“Doesn’t seem like that great of a reason.” Tora rolled her eyes. “You’re stuck with brats for years. And then they don’t stop coming around, even when they’re nearly 30.”

“Hey!” Hanabi leaned back, offended. “You liked us! Do like us, don’t you?”

“Aah.” Tora chuckled, setting her glass down.

“You’re going to the wedding, right? For Jun’s side.”

“True, true,” she conceded, smirking. “I guess I lucked out with you lot. But you don’t always get so lucky. You could end up with your nephew.”

“Shush.” Hanabi waved her hand now. “I’d love to have my nephew, but I think he’ll end up with Konohamaru.”

“Konohamaru?”

Hanabi paused.

Damnit. She can see right through me.

“So that’s why.”

“Sensei…” Hanabi mumbled irritably, turning away to shield her reddening cheeks.

“Like I said, who am I to judge love.”

“Love!” Hanabi laughed uncomfortably, scooting away from her sensei. “I didn’t come here to be made fun of!”

“Then you made a mistake,” she snarked.

Her sensei was always so quick witted. She usually admired it, but right now, she was irritated with it. “Anyway, why’d you even become a sensei if you think so poorly of kids?”

“I never told you, did I?” Tora pondered, pulling her whiskey back to her lips. “Not many applicants as the war heated up. Tsunade was my sister’s old sensei, and she asked me as a favor.”

“Wait.” Hanabi shook her head in disbelief. “We got a sensei out of pity??”

“Sure did. But look at you now.”

Hanabi paused, wondering if she should keep prodding. With a sigh, she pushed the glass of whiskey away from her. “Well, this has been truly enlightening, Tora-sensei.”

“I hope so,” Tora continued, picking up Hanabi’s glass to dump into hers. “Just saying. Think about it carefully. Don’t want to make a mistake because of cloudy judgement. But I was being honest. I think you would be a good sensei. If I had a kid, I’d hope you were theirs.”

“Well…” Hanabi huffed, leaning away a bit, “thank you, sensei. That’s actually really nice of you to say.”

“Slips out every once in a while.” She smirked over the glass. “Now get out of my house. I require quiet between the hours of 6 pm and 10 am.”

Hanabi got up, meeting her sensei in the middle to embrace. “Thank you.”

Naruto barked a laugh to Iruka’s confused expression.

“What’s so funny? I actually thought you’d be happy.” Iruka rubbed the back of his neck, eyeing his former student.

“Oh, no, I am. Yeah, she’d be great.” Naruto grabbed the application, scanning it briefly. “What’s funny is how she’s always following him.”

“Him?” Iruka perked an eyebrow, clearly trying to recall all of their current jōnin sensei’s. “Uhm….Niko? Or Udon. Oh, Konohamaru?”

“Bingo.” Naruto dropped the application, smirking at his former teacher.

“Wait, then maybe we should reconsider.” Iruka shook his head, reaching back out for the papers. “If she’s only doing it for…underlying reasons, I’m not so sure she should be a sensei to young shinobi.”

“Aah, no, no.” Naruto waved a placating hand. “She’d take it seriously. I know she’d be really good, actually. Just something funny to think about. Can’t wait to tell Hinata.”

“You’re sure?” Iruka raised his eyebrows, glancing at the application. Naruto nodded enthusiastically. “Well, she is your sister-in-law. If you think so.”

“Yeah, I’ll take the kids to the compound to let her know personally.” Naruto glanced at his paperwork tiredly for a moment. “Maybe in the morning. Thanks, Iruka-sensei.”

“Yes, Lord Hokage.” Iruka stood to bow, leaving the office.

Naruto picked the application back up, grinning at it.

Who better for his wife’s sister, anyway?

Later that night, he and Hinata laughed over drinks about it.

Hanabi sighed tiredly at her paperwork.

Damn paperwork.

She thought of becoming a sensei. Tora was always doing paperwork. At least it’d be different, she supposed.

She looked up upon hearing the familiar squeal of her niece. She smiled, setting down her pen and getting up. She strolled out to the middle of the compound, finding Naruto chatting with her father as Hyūga doted on the little Uzumaki’s.

Boruto looked irritated as several of them crowded around Himawari rather than him now.

“Have you been training your byakugan?”

“How far can you see now? Five meters? Ten?”

“Show us! Come, try to close this chakra point!”

“Hey, kiddo.” Hanabi approached from behind, hooking her arm around his neck to pull him into an unwilling hug. With folded arms and a sour look, he wiggled away. “How are you?”

“Eh.” He shrugged, stepping away from the overbearing Hyūga as Himawari reveled in the attention. “You?”

“Tired.” Hanabi laughed, parking herself next to him. “Are you excited about becoming a shinobi?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Another shrug. “Dad said big bro Konohamaru’s gonna be a sensei for the next genin, so I guess that’ll be me.”

“Maybe,” she conceded. “Make sure to take it seriously, Boruto. It isn’t a playground.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Hanabi!” Naruto finally looked up at her, opening his arms to embrace her. “So you wanna be a sensei?”

“What?!” Boruto gasped, looking between his father and Hanabi. Hanabi shrugged now.

“Well, I think you’d be great. Signed off on it right away.” He released her, patting her shoulder. “Thought I’d bring the kids to let you know.”

“Oh no,” Boruto breathed and Hanabi couldn’t help but smile mischievously at him, “do not make her my sensei, dad.”

“Hush, you.” Naruto jabbed his forehead with his bandaged index finger good naturedly. “That’s assuming you pass.”

“Thank you, Naruto.” Hanabi bowed and he flashed her that grin.

“It’s typical for sensei to be at the entrance ceremony. Iruka will give you all the details, but usually new sensei hang around the school to help with the graduating class.” She nodded.

So it was set. She’d be a sensei to a group of genin soon. She pondered who it would be, thinking over Tora’s words.

She really hoped she got a good set.

“My daughter is quickly outpacing me,” Hiashi commented as he approached the two, giving her a knowing look. She offered a fake smile. “Perhaps I’ll have to think about retiring before she starts eyeing the seat of the Hokage.”

“That’d be something!” Naruto laughed, nudging Hiashi’s elbow with his. Despite it all, her father was poised as ever. “I mean, if her pattern is to be trusted, anyway, since there’s a certain someone who’s got his eye on the seat, too!”

“Aah—” Hanabi stepped away, gritting her teeth. How could he say something so stupid in front of her father?! “Well, always a pleasure, Lord Seventh.” She sucked in her teeth as she spun on her heel, stomping away, feeling uncomfortably flustered.

“You didn’t tell me you were applying to be a sensei.”

“You didn’t tell me, either!”

“Because you didn’t tell me!”

“I—”

Hanabi was staring daggers straight into Konohamaru. He stepped away. “Why is it a big deal, anyway? It’s not like Anbu, where I’ll be gone, anyhow.”

“It—” Hanabi stopped.

Because I wanted to make sure I applied with you. Idiot.

“It’s not, I guess,” she conceded, rolling her eyes. “Just not sure why you wouldn’t tell me.”

“I dunno.” He shrugged, stepping towards her. “Thought it’d be fun to surprise you next time we saw each other. But you’ve been so busy…”

“Whatever, whatever.” She sighed, holding a hand up, deciding this wasn’t a fight worth having. “I’m happy for you.”

“Yeah, you, too,” he offered, setting his hands on her shoulders. “I didn’t realize you’d applied, too. Naruto didn’t mention it.”

“Well, when Hinata told me you were accepted, it reminded me to do it…so…” she lied, crinkling her nose as she avoided his eyes. “You applied just in time for Boruto’s class, huh?”

“Eh.” He dropped his hands as he shrugged. “Also for the InoShikaCho kids. Usually a Sarutobi is sensei to them.”

“Oh?” She tilted her head. Wait, what if he didn’t end up with Boruto? What if she ended up with Boruto? That was a funny thought, his panicked face. “Interesting…”

“Poor kid, gods help him if he ends up with you.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?!” She snapped, squinting at him. He grinned and she softened, like always. Without responding, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her in close, dipping his face towards her to rest his forehead against hers.

“Where’ve you been, huh? Avoiding me again?”

“No,” she sighed, leaning into the hold, “I’m trying to work on things for my clan…”

“Working on things?” he questioned curiously above her, pulling back to look at her. “What kind of things?”

“Hyūga things,” she responded playfully, “not Sarutobi things.”

“Ah.” He smirked, releasing and stepping away from her to gesture outside. “Sure thing. Wanna go get food?”

“I’m kinda tired…” she said, honestly, turning away from him. She felt him wrap his arms around her from behind, nuzzling into her neck.

“Wanna nap with me?” he asked mischievously.

“Yeah, right,” she exhaled, shrugging him off, “a nap is never just a nap with you.”

“You know me too well.” He laughed as she turned back to him, then suddenly froze as if a thought struck him. “Oh wait—I just remembered Moegi and Udon are due back today!”

“Oh?” she asked, tilting her head at him. “From the Sand?”

“Yeah!” he said eagerly, and she had to admit he looked kind of adorable. Like an excited little kid, seeing his friends after summer break. “You wanna come with me to welcome them back?”

She twisted her lips, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“They’re your friends, too, Hanabi,” he offered good naturedly, reaching out for her hand. She nudged him off.

“I know, but they’re your best friends. I don’t want to be a distraction.”

“Well, you are pretty distracting…”

“Mhm.” She smiled as he leaned down to give her an innocent kiss on the lips. “Go on. I’ll see you another time.”

“Promise?”

“We’re both gonna be sensei, doofus. Of course.”

“Right.” He nodded, flashing her that boyish grin. “Well, I’ll see you soon, sensei.”

“You, too, sensei.”

She had hoped to spend the Entrance ceremony with Konohamaru, along with Moegi and Udon.

Of course, Boruto would have to swiftly shoot that idea down.

“Good gods!” Moegi gasped as a train carriage slammed right into Naruto’s carved mug.

“You have to be kidding.” Hanabi gawked with her byakugan activated. “It’s Boruto!”

“Boruto…” Konohamaru grumbled as all four stood up. “You guys evacuate the kids. I’ll go get him.”

“Little…” Hanabi huffed as he leapt away, her joining the other sensei’s in ensuring the children were properly ushered out.

Later that day, she offered to personally homeschool him for Hinata. Hinata swiftly rejected the idea, but Hanabi ensured she knew the offer would stand indefinitely.

She was just shocked, she supposed. She knew Boruto had been acting out since Naruto became Hokage, she’d been her sister’s ear for a lot of it, who didn’t want to burden Naruto with her complaints. But to crash the carriage into the Hokage mountain? Specifically, Naruto’s face? It was absurd. Her father would have personally saw her executed, she thought.

And then he painted graffiti over that same spot he had just wrecked just when the Five Kage Summit was to begin. Hanabi did not envy her sister.

She was a little jealous that Konohamaru got to have all the fun in punishing her dear nephew, though.

She tried not to joke about it, because it actually seemed to bother him deeply.

“I just don’t get how he can be so angry with his dad, you know?” Konohamaru complained to her one day over drinks. “He’s always so pissy now...”

“He didn’t grow up with our childhoods, I guess.” Hanabi shrugged as she sipped a glass of wine. “A lot of us knew what it was like to have one or both parents gone. He…is lucky to grow up with both.”

“Oh.” Konohamaru tilted his head thoughtfully. “You’re saying…he’s having a hard time dealing with his dad being gone, right?” She hummed agreement. He sighed, eyes dipping to his plate. “I mean, I guess I get that. But he’s really out of control lately.”

“Still hoping to be his sensei?”

“No, you can have him.” They laughed. “It’s only been two months. Another six of this, I might have gray hairs by the end of it.”

“Ah, you’d look distinguished,” Hanabi teased happily.

“I heard you’re going in to do a taijutsu lesson,” he continued on, raising an eyebrow. “Tomorrow? Should probably go easy on the drinks.”

She waved him away. “Hyūga have superior livers.”

“That right?” He grinned, eyes brushing over her torso briefly. “Then I’ll stop in to watch, maybe learn a thing or two.”

“You could definitely learn a thing or two.”

“Wanna make a bet?” he said, suddenly, turning in his seat to her. She raised a curious eyebrow, tilting her head up for him to continue. “I bet you’ll be hungover tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah?” She smirked, resting her glass as she turned to him as well. “What would you get, then?”

“Well, I mean, I know what I want…” His voice dropped to a devious whisper, and she rolled her eyes. He perked back up. “What would you want?”

“I want you to shave an eyebrow.”

“What?!” he sputtered, covering his right eyebrow as if on instinct. She folded an arm over her stomach as she beamed up at him.

“Can’t back out now. I think I’m gonna take it easy tonight.”

“That-that is cheating!” he snapped, looking genuinely irritated. “No way.”

“Aren’t Sarutobi’s supposed to be known for keeping their word, or something?” She waved him away before pushing her wine further up.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. You are evil.”

“I think I’ll call it a night.” She pulled out her coin pouch, smirking up at his slack jaw. If she had been tipsier, she might have shamelessly placed a teasing kiss on it.

Fortunately, she was fairly clear-headed right now.

“See you tomorrow, Lord Eighth.”

Just as Hanabi began her lesson outside, she caught Konohamaru’s fuming glare as he appeared at the back of the crowd, shadowed by a large oak. He had his arms crossed and he looked so pouty—so cute. She had to resist the urge to stick her tongue out at him, instead simply offering the kindest looking smile she could muster.

When she finished up her lesson, several little Academy students swarmed her.

“Hanabi-sensei, you’re so strong!” one of them squeaked out and Hanabi was surprised.

Was she being admired?

“Oh, thank you.” Hanabi nodded. “Lots of training and you all can be just as strong.”

The students giggled as Konohamaru approached her, several of their faces reddening. Her smile faltered when she realized they were flustered at the sight of him.

Aww. They think he’s handsome.

They weren’t wrong.

“Hi, Konohamaru-sensei.” One of them shyly waved. He tilted his head at the girl, returning the wave.

“Hi, Namida.” He raised his eyebrows as the girls broke into giggles, quickly running away with hushed whispers. Hanabi looked up at him with wide eyes. He gave her a quizzical look. “Uou’ve got fans.”

“Me?” Hanabi questioned disbelievingly, her face breaking into a glowing smile. “Uh, no. You do.”

“What?” he asked, genuinely and she couldn’t believe she was in love with an idiot, thinking back to Moegi’s tease about Udon being ugly and Konohamaru being stupid. Not that Hanabi really thought he was stupid. But he was definitely cuter this way.

“You’re clueless.” She pitched her pointer finger up at his nose, tapping it affectionately as his lashes fluttered and eyes crossed on it. Something squeezed at her heart.

“You’re a cheat,” he mumbled, eyes lowering as she dropped the hand. She beamed a toothy grin up at him.

“You keep saying that, but there were no rules. Just that the winner gets what they want. And guess what? I won.” She gasped, clapping her hands together excitedly. “Ooh—can I shave it?”

“Nope.” He shook his head, stepping away from her as he crossed his arms, looking down at her disapprovingly. “I’ll shave it, but I’ll also be using transformation jutsu to mask it until it grows back.”

“Oh!” She huffed, looking offended. “Now that is cheating!”

“You wanted to get technical, didn’t you?” He smirked, poking his tongue out slightly.

“Wow, wow, wow. Wow.” She shook her head in disapproval, clicking her tongue. “That’s something close to cowardice, Konohamaru-sensei.”

“Mm-mm, that’s strategy.”

“You have to at least let me see you before you mask it.”

“Nah—”

“You have to! How else am I gonna know you held up your end of the bet?!” She glared at him, feeling somewhat irritated over this silly bet. “Sarutobi’s word and all that!”

“You put too much stock in my clan.” He gave her that lopsided grin as he casually leaned against the tree beside him. “But fine. I’ll let you see. But only you. And only when we’re in my be—"

“Quiet!”

“Big bro! Big sis—”

“SENSEI!” They both turned and yelled in unison just as Boruto skidded to a halt in front of them, staggering back from their combined voices.

“Aah!—sensei, sorry,” he offered genuinely. “Can you come here a sec?”

He bolted off without explanation, and Konohamaru gestured for her to go ahead. “After you.” She eyed him suspiciously, but still shrugged, walking after Boruto. “I do like watching you walk away—”

It was a little difficult explaining why Konohamaru was clutching his stomach when they got to Boruto and his friends.

All this talk of ghosts from Boruto was frankly, ridiculous, Konohamaru thought. Why should he be surprised that the son of Naruto was so…weird, sometimes?

After the truth was revealed, he again wondered why he should be surprised that the son of Naruto would be caught up in such a mess.

Seemed the boy had knack for talking people down, just like Naruto. He felt a little prideful. Maybe having him on his genin team would be good.

He recalled with laughter to Hanabi that he had run into Sakura’s daughter, Sarada, who revealed she wanted to be Hokage.

“Rival to a child?” she questioned, unamused. “That’s pretty low, even for you.”

“It was a joke!” He pushed her. “You’re no fun. Just get back to work, then, you stiff.”

“Me, the stiff.” She scoffed, looking back down at her paperwork. They both looked up at a knock on the door, then swiftly open. He glanced at Hanabi, who reddened. “Shino.”

“Oh.” Shino stopped, glancing between the two. “Apologies. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Just doing paperwork.” Konohamaru shrugged, dropping his papers on the table. He smirked when Hanabi scooted away from him, clearing trying to put distance between them. “What’s up?”

“Surely I’m interrupting?” Shino’s eyebrows raised and Konohamaru shook his head, pointing at a spare chair. Shino nodded and sat. “With the graduation exams coming up, I’m scouting for proctors for the practical portion. I need one more. The reason I’m telling you this is because Naruto suggested you.”

“Me?” Konohamaru grinned, leaning back. “Yeah, of course. Anything for big bro.”

He shot Hanabi a playful look as she scoffed. Shino straightened up. “Sorry, Hanabi. We didn’t consider you because I assumed you’d be busy with your clan affairs. Hinata says you’re working on some big things.”

“Big things?” Konohamaru questioned.

“You know,” Hanabi huffed, dropping her papers on the table as she looked up at her sister’s old teammate, “it’s not very professional to discuss your instructors’ personal business so freely in front of one another.”

“I apologize,” Shino offered readily, getting up from his seat. “If you could be in my office tomorrow after class, Konohamaru, I would appreciate it.”

“Sure thing.” Konohamaru saluted him off, casting his eyes back at Hanabi’s agitated expression. “Feeling a little jealous?”

“Hush,” she snapped, picking her pen back up and focusing her eyes on her paperwork.

Ah. She’s so cute when she’s flustered.

He returned to his paperwork as well, deciding it wasn’t the best time to tease.

Shino, Konohamaru, Hanabi, Moegi, and Udon all convened in the meeting room to discuss prospective teams after the genin exams wrapped up.

Hanabi ran her tongue over her teeth with mischief in her eyes as she looked up at Konohamaru, leaning over. “Look, this is the one that had a big ol’ crush on you.”

“Hanabi!” Konohamaru lurched away from her as she shoved Namida’s profile in his face. “Get out of here with that crap.”

“Ahh, Konohamaru’s always been popular with the ladies.” Udon joined the tease.

“Yeah, if you call getting pummeled into the ground by them being popular.” Moegi rolled her eyes and Udon laughed. Konohamaru reddened, glaring towards Moegi.

“Focus,” Shino snapped irritably. “These are big decisions. The reason is that it can have a great effect on a team to be effectively put together.”

“I’ve already chosen.” Hanabi gestured forward with a shrug. Shino lowered his head at her.

“It’s not up to you, Hanabi. Your opinion, however, is welcome.”

“Well, listen.” Hanabi spread out the three girl’s profiles she had taken interest in. “I’ve seen all three of them and I’ll just go ahead and model it off my experience.” She pushed Namida’s report forward. “This one is like Jun. Quiet, shy, but has good skills.” She proceeded to add Wasabi’s report. “This one is like Eiji, she’s fiery and strong, though maybe a little temperamental. Plus the cat and dog motif? C’mon. And this one.” She pushed Sumire’s forward. “Is like me.”

“How so?” Konohamaru pressed, raising an eyebrow.

“She’s an outcast, well, kind of,” she reasoned, “I know all the kids are so accepting and all that now a days, but you get what I mean. She’s levelheaded. She can protect Namida and keep Wasabi in line. She’s a leader.”

“Big words, Hanabi,” Moegi teased, “you’re basically declaring you’re the leader of your old team.”

“Well, I was, wasn’t I?” Hanabi folded her arms, blowing a strand of hair from her face. “I was the first one to promote to jōnin. Tora-sensei passed the title to me.”

“You do make very valid points, actually.” She glared at Shino’s surprised tone. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind.”

“Well, I think we all know who I’m getting.” Konohamaru leaned back after pushing the profiles away.

“Boruto?” Udon asked, honestly. Konohamaru shook his head.

“The InoShikaCho kids. They always end up with a Sarutobi, why should it be any different this time?” Konohamaru shrugged, and Moegi shook her head, swiping up the three profiles.

“No, I’m taking them.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’ve already talked to Ino about it.” Moegi waved him away. Hanabi watched with interest.

“Moegi, you can’t—” Shino started, only to be quieted.

“You try arguing with that woman.” Moegi lowered her eyes at Shino. “She’s insisting. Besides, I don’t mind. I grew up with the Akimichi’s, I know a lot about their combined jutsu.”

Shino sighed, dragging his head towards Udon. “Anything you want to demand from me, too, Udon?”

“I’m alright with whatever.” He shrugged, thumbing through the profiles. “Just not Boruto, please.”

“Yeesh.” Konohamaru shook his head and Hanabi giggled. “He’d be heartbroken hearing you guys trash him like this.”

“To be fair,” Shino started, “Lord Seventh is interested in having you be his sensei.” Hanabi held back a mocking scoff at the words. Big surprise. “It’s just a matter of who he’s paired with. Official recommendation is Sarada and Mitsuki.”

“The transfer?” Konohamaru perked an eyebrow, picking up the boy’s profile. “Not so sure it’s a great idea to pair up Boruto and Sarada, though.”

Hanabi peered over his shoulder at the paperwork. He’d been exasperated in the past by their arguments. She held back a giggle as she thought of her little nephew cracking an egg over Sarada’s head in Hinata’s home one evening years ago.

“Guess that leaves me with these kids,” Udon piped in, gathering three profiles. “Kind of a weird mix, but I can make it work.”

“This all still needs to be approved by Iruka-sensei and Lord Seventh—”

“Great, thanks Shino-sensei!” Moegi was the first to get up. “C’mon guys. Let’s go to the izakaya.”

“Thank you~” Hanabi sung, trailing after Moegi as Konohamaru roughly patted Shino’s shoulder, Udon with a little wave.

“See ya, sensei!”

It was the first time they’d been able to hang out together for quite a while, as a chunk of time was carved out for this. They were selfishly taking advantage of it, but Hanabi figured they’d earned it by doing their own research.

Shino sighed as Udon trailed out. “Instructing will send me to an early grave…”

“Didn’t we agree to cut back on drinking?” Udon asked as Konohamaru approached.

“Eh.” Konohamaru shrugged as he passed out the drinks, then took his seat next to Hanabi in the four-person booth across Moegi and Udon. “Tomorrow’s the big day, might as well celebrate, right?”

“You always find a reason to celebrate.” Moegi snickered as she pulled the drink to her lips. He chuckled, nodding as he sidled up as close to Hanabi as she would allow him.

“Have you guys decided what kind of test you’re gonna do?” Hanabi asked curiously, wedging her arm between them to create some modicum of distance without looking at him.

Moegi grinned. “I’m gonna make them capture me. They won’t be able to, but I wanna see ‘em try.”

“I don’t do tests,” Udon chimed in, pausing to pull on his drink, “they’ve already done a bunch of tests, why do another? It’s a silly tradition if you ask me.” He lowered his eyes at Moegi when she snorted disapproval.

“Huh.” Hanabi tilted her head at him. “I think I’m gonna do like a hide and seek kind of thing with mine.”

“Hide and seek?” Konohamaru snickered, eyeing her. “What, you’ll hide, they seek? Sounds like what Moegi’s doing.”

“No, no, they hide.” Hanabi smirked, the veins around her eyes popping. “See if they can avoid my byakugan, you know?” Konohamaru leaned his head curiously. He almost wished he could go watch that, it would probably be thoroughly amusing. He was just envisioning big, bad Hanabi scaring the daylights out of a hiding Namida.

“Ah, that’s unfair.” Udon pointed out with a perked brow.

“Tora-sensei used her shadow possession jutsu on us.” Hanabi stuck up her nose. “I can use my byakugan.”

“Poor girls,” Moegi teased. “We’ll see if Shikadai or Inojin have gotten any better with their parents jutsu’s. Ino says Inojin hasn’t been training the mind transfer jutsu. He’s gonna regret that.”

“Oh yeah, there’s a bunch of different ways they could capture you, huh?” Udon questioned with a head tilt.

“Yep, so if they can’t even come close, I’m kicking their asses back to the academy.”

“Sheesh, and you pity Hanabi’s girls?” Konohamaru raised his eyebrows. “More like poor InoShikaCho kids.” He wondered how he would have handled them differently if he had gotten them like he was thought he was going to. They were a sassy bunch, so it was probably better that Moegi got them, anyway. Konohamaru didn’t have much patience for sassy kids. Boruto’s attitude already wore him thin at times, and he actually loved that kid.

Moegi shrugged. “It’s what Ebisu-sensei would have done.”

“True.” Udon nodded agreement along with Konohamaru. “Konohamaru?”

“Ah…” Konohamaru slumped over now, rubbing the back of his neck. Those damn kids… “My kids aren’t really…happy to be together. They’re already demanding to be reassigned.”

“Shit!” Udon exclaimed.

“What?!” Hanabi squinted up at him. “It’s Boruto, isn’t it?”

“I’d put equal blame on him and Sarada.” He offered with a shrug. “They want to talk to Naruto about reassigning them, so I’m gonna have Mirai do her own little test on them. Hoping it’ll knock it out of them.”

“Yeah?” Hanabi tilted her head thoughtfully. “What’s the logic there?”

“Make them work together.” He tapped the side of his head. “Make them see they can get along as a team.”

“Optimistic,” Udon snorted and Konohamaru glared at him. Of course he had to be optimistic, he’d tear his hair out if he wasn’t. His mom could offer exactly zero advice on this issue, as it was finally something he was doing she had no experience in. Too bad grandpa wasn’t around, some advice from the sensei of the Legendary Sannin would be great at a time like this.

“You’re not even doing a test,” Konohamaru pointed out with a frown.

Moegi jeered agreement, “you’re gonna have soft kids, Udon.”

“I got the weird mix!” he defended, shoving his foot towards her under the table as she hissed in pain, elbowing him back. “You guys snatched up everyone else and left me with whatever was left. Honestly, I’m having a hard time seeing how they’ll fit together.”

“Ah,” Hanabi huffed agreement, “that is true. You’ll figure it out, though.”

“He’ll try,” Konohamaru laughed, and Udon shot him a look.

“Remember, I’m the ugly one, not the stupid one.”

Hanabi giggled and Konohamaru looked down at her with a mischievous smile. She didn’t look back up, but he felt her foot wrap around his from below them. He could justify the red on his cheeks from the effects of alcohol, if asked, but he did enjoy the way she could make him feel flustered, too.

“Look at us,” Moegi declared, lifting her drink, “all jōnin-sensei’s! Who would’ve thought?”

“Yeah, it is kind of interesting we all went down this path, huh?” Udon inquired curiously, bumping his drink against hers. Konohamaru’s chest felt warm. It really was the ideal scenario for him. His two best friends and the love of his life, all doing the same thing and being able to be around each other more often. It was as close to normality with Hanabi as he could get, so he was just thankful she’d also just so happen to want to become a jōnin-instructor, too.

It helped that Hanabi fit in so naturally, unlike his previous attempts at relationships.

“Big brother Naruto and his friends got to have all the fun with the war.” Moegi shrugged. “We needed something to do, too.”

“Eesh.” Hanabi frowned, shaking her head. “Not sure I’d say it was fun…”

Konohamaru’s stomach flipped briefly as he thought of Neji, suddenly feeling guilty. Leave it to Moegi to make things awkward just as he was thinking about how nice all of this was. Moegi rolled her eyes. “Come on, none of us got to get in on the fighting—OW!”

“Moegi.” Konohamaru eyed her as she whined from the kick he gave her.

“That’s the second time I’ve been struck in ten minutes!” She puffed out her cheeks and Konohamaru rolled his eyes, unamused by her antics. “You all abuse me! Abuse, and for what!” He glanced at Hanabi who had averted her eyes, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, squeezing.

“I’m fine,” Hanabi whispered.

“Oh-shit—Moegi, you’re an asshole—” Udon blurted out, pointing an accusing finger at her, “people died!”

“Well, yeah!” Moegi paused, then flitted her eyes over Hanabi and she grimaced in realization. Konohamaru squinted at her in disapproval as she looked at him and she shook her head. “Wait, sorry, Hanabi.”

“I’m fine!” He listened to her force out that strained laugh, pulling her beer to her lips to drink from it far longer than normal. She exhaled as she sat it down. “Never mind all that. How are things with Aoi, Moegi?”

“Oh, yeah.” Udon huffed a laugh and Konohamaru smirked, deciding to keep his arm around Hanabi if she let him. He was just happy she so easily redirected the conversation. Must’ve been that Hyūga training Shikamaru talked about those years ago, able to move thing along if a politician was being too pushy or irritating. Moegi looked at Udon expectantly to continue. “You found someone crazy enough to date you.”

“Sure did.” Moegi nodded, seemingly relieved to move the subject forward. “Not like he’s not an asshole, too.”

“You always date assholes.” Konohamaru frowned, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as Hanabi shrugged off his arm. He chose to rest the free hand on her thigh, and she didn’t object.

Moegi barked a laugh. “You’re one to talk.”

Konohamaru felt Hanabi tense beside him and he scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Means all the girls you dated were rude and stuck up.” Moegi sipped her beer, perking an eyebrow at him as if to dare him. Konohamaru clicked his tongue, feeling Hanabi’s eyes burning into his cheek.

“She’s not wrong.” Udon nodded and Konohamaru glared at his friend. He was supposed to be on his side, it was always him versus Moegi. But then again, Udon had been taking Moegi’s side more and more lately. He felt Hanabi fidget next to him.

“How’s that?” Hanabi inquired, curiously.

Udon snickered. “Oh, that’s right. You’re never around when he’s dating someone not you.”

“Hey!” Hanabi slapped her hand on the table and Konohamaru winced. “Don’t spread rumors!”

“Yeah, Udon.” Konohamaru scowled at him. “Shut your mouth.”

“Whatever, she asked, you wanna know, right Hanabi?” Udon asked, wiggling an eyebrow. Konohamaru looked down at Hanabi who pursed her lips while nodding.

“Oh, come on,” Konohamaru groaned, falling back into his seat as he buried his face in his hands. Moegi and Udon gathered together, giggling and feeding off each other.

“Oh, lets see, there was Ume—she always looked like she had shit under her nose.”

“She did, didn’t she? Like she was above us.”

“To be fair, she probably was.” Moegi rolled her eyes. “But she didn’t have to make it so obvious that she hated us. Remember when she threw away a full plate of food you made for her?”

“Oh yeah.” Udon snickered and Konohamaru felt his entire body go fiery. He felt Hanabi shake next to him, little giggles escaping.

Assholes, both of them.

“Then there was Mika, she was always insulting Moegi.” Udon prodded her side gently. “But only we’re allowed to do that.”

“Oh gods, I hated her!” Moegi snapped, slamming a fist on the table, “hated her, hated her, hated her!”

“Calm down.” Udon laughed, grabbing her fist and Konohamaru wanted to disappear. “She told Moegi she looked like she had a diaper on her head.”

“And thus ended my headband,” Moegi growled, irritably.

“Well, good thing they’re not around, huh?” Konohamaru snipped, avoiding Hanabi’s stare.

“Eh.” Udon shrugged. “Not like you’ve never dated assholes, right, Hanabi?”

“I mean…” Now Konohamaru glanced at her, curious. “No?”

“Please,” Konohamaru scoffed, squinting down at her, “all those politicians? Every single one of them is an asshole.”

“I didn’t date them!” Hanabi objected, crossing her arms as she scooted away from him into the wall.

“Wait, Hanabi.” Moegi set her drink down, eyes going wider. “Are you saying you’ve never had a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?”

“Well, no.” Hanabi frowned, turning away and Konohamaru’s heart skipped slightly. It was something he technically knew. If anyone asked, she’d deny she’d ever been in a relationship, even if Konohamaru’s presence made that a bold-faced lie. They were absolutely dating, even if it were in secret. He only resented her a little that she wouldn’t just admit it to his own friends, but it was easy to get over since he knew.

“So Konohamaru is your first boyfriend?” Udon frowned.

Konohamaru gritted his teeth, knowing this could go nowhere good as Moegi joined in, “then you have dated an asshole. I pity you.”

“Quit it, both of you.”

“I think I’m tired.” Hanabi sighed, clearly looking for an exit. Konohamaru wanted to reach over and pinch both of his best friends’ noses shut.

“No!” Moegi whined, reaching out for her. “I’m sorry! We hear you loud and clear to shut up, okay?”

Konohamaru raised his eyebrows at Hanabi, feeling sorry his stupid friends were putting her in this position. They hadn’t formally defined their relationship. If asked by the right person, he’d immediately lay his claim on her as his girlfriend. But he knew she wasn’t comfortable doing that yet, no matter how far they’d come. He’d said it before, he’d say it again. Konohamaru was a patient man. Hadn’t always been, but when it came to her, he was. Hanabi softened back into the seat.

“Poor Hanabi.” Udon tsked, reaching out to pat her hand sympathetically as she let out a puff of amusement. “She doesn’t deserve the way we treat each other, huh?”

“Nope.” Konohamaru stuck his tongue out, patting her head as she rolled her eyes. “She’s a sweet angel and you two are demons.”

“I must agree.” Hanabi sighed, shoving away his hand. “—about not being as good at ribbing as you three are. But it is fun.”

“You think this—” Udon gestured in a circle. “—is fun?”

“Takes my mind off other things, I guess.” Hanabi shrugged, pulling her drink back up.

“Puts my mind on things I don’t want to think about.” Konohamaru hummed irritably. “It’s always work, work, work with you two.”

“Ha!” Moegi laughed. “You’re one to talk, mister gotta do it all—Anbu, summons, sealing, sage mode, sensei, Hokage, god of men!”

“Hush, you.” Konohamaru squinted at her, then turned the look at Hanabi who giggled.

“She’s right, isn’t she?” Hanabi smirked up at him, softening.

“Thought you were the nice one.” Konohamaru poked her forehead and she reached up to rub the spot.

“I gotta keep up!” Hanabi defended, smiling over her glass at him. Even if he was a bit miffed she was joining his friends in mocking him, she was just so pretty. Especially when she smiled. So he returned it. She scowled too often, anyway.

“Don’t worry.” Moegi waved her away. “Konohamaru’s terrible at insults and it’s been a long time since we were all together consistently like this. You got too used to Jun’s softness and Eiji’s undying love.”

“True.” Hanabi nodded readily.

“Spoiled,” Konohamaru tsked.

“Also true,” Hanabi agreed again, and he had to smile.

Hanabi watched her team spar with folded arms, leaning against the trunk of the tree in their training grounds.

She couldn’t wait to brag to Shino that she was right.

She jumped at a poke to her side, whirling around to find Konohamaru’s grinning face. “Getting sloppy, Hanabi.”

“I’m focusing on my girls.” She waved him away, turning back around. “And I was right. They’re perfect together. A woman’s intuition is always right.”

“I never doubted you.” He defended playfully. “Glad your team’s so great. Honestly.”

“Yeah?” She looked up curiously, smiling. “How’s yours? I heard there was just a little trouble.”

“Ah.” Konohamaru sighed, slumping a bit. “Don’t remind me. It’s fine, we got it all worked out. They’re doing well, now.”

“That’s wonderful,” she offered, sincerely. “Heard you have a mission coming up.”

“Yep, out to trailing some bandits. I’m pretty confident in them, should be a breeze.”

“Always too confident for your own good.” She looked up at him. “Take care of my nephew, Konohamaru-sensei.”

“Quit calling me that,” he joked, his fingers ghosting over her hand briefly, “Hanabi-sensei.”

“Hanabi-sensei! Are you even looking?!”

They jerked away from each other at Wasabi’s irritated yell. The three stopped to look at them. “Konohamaru-sensei!” Namida squealed, waving her arms. She looked up at Konohamaru who turned slightly pink.

“Uh, hey girls.” He rubbed the back of his neck, stepping backwards. It took everything inside of her not to loudly proclaim that he was blushing, for his sake. “Just discussing sensei stuff with your sensei here.”

“You know, I always see you around Team 7, too, Hanabi-sensei.” Sumire flashed her purple eyes over Hanabi, and suddenly, she was blushing, too.

“Well, you all know Boruto is my nephew,” she defended, turning away from them. “Just making sure Konohamaru-sensei here is training him correctly.”

“Oh, yeah.” Sumire laughed, seemingly accepting the explanation. “Well, don’t let us bother you. C’mon, let’s get back at it.”

“No, no, I was just taking off.” Konohamaru held up his hands and she glanced up at him, nodding.

Their teams finding out about them would be disastrous. Hanabi agreed, “yes, yes you were. See you around, Konohamaru.”

“Hanabi.” He bowed his head all too politely to her, the situation too close now for him to hug her. She bowed back just as he disappeared.

“Hanabi-sensei…” Wasabi eyed her suspiciously. “What’s that all about?”

“You girls are nosy,” Hanabi snapped. “Alright, laps! Laps around the village! Fifty!”

“Oh no!” Namida whined, slumping over.

“One hundred!”

“We’re going!!!”

“Let’s start with something simple.”

“Jun-sensei, we’ve already practiced on fish before.”

“You have?” Jun looked at Namida with surprise, turning to Hanabi. “Do they teach medical jutsu in the Academy now?”

“Oh, I guess.” Hanabi shrugged. “I think Iruka-sensei put it in the curriculum a few years ago.”

“That’s fantastic.” Jun smiled, turning back to the girls. “Well, excellent. Let’s do something a little more difficult. You ladies just tell me if you need me to slow down.”

“He’d be a good teacher.” Eiji sunk her teeth into an apple as she leaned on the opposite side of the doorway they were occupying.

“Yes, he would,” Hanabi agreed as she backed away to let him work. “Maybe I’ll talk to Shino about having him come in for medical lessons.”

“Funny hearing you two being called sensei.” She chuckled, then her smile dipped to a frown. “He’s been real busy, though.” Eiji turned from Hanabi’s team to stroll into the kitchen. She looked back briefly to find Wasabi’s face contorted in anger. Jun was probably the perfect one to placate the girl, if she really was anything like Eiji. She followed her into the kitchen. “Lot of shinobi coming in injured lately…you have any idea what’s up?”

“No.” Hanabi shook her head, joining her at the table, lying readily. “Just as out of the loop as you.”

Eiji eyed her suspiciously, taking a purposefully loud bite of the apple. “No need to lie to me, Hanabi. You could just say it’s classified, not gonna grill you.”

“Sorry,” she sighed, “bad habit, I guess. Boruto’s always asking for more information, the only way I can get him off my back is by pretending I don’t know.”

“Fair.” Eiji shrugged. “Just let me know if we should be getting out of dodge.”

“What?” Hanabi asked, tilting her head. “Of course not. The village is safe, don’t worry.”

“Sure.” Eiji shot the apple core into a food waste bin. “Whatever you say, Lady Hanabi-sensei.”

“Ah.” Hanabi sighed, resting her forearms on the table. “Wedding is getting close.”

“Yep!” Eiji beamed now, tone shifting. “All the last-minute stuff is underway.”

“You must be busy.”

“Actually, no.” Eiji laughed. Inuzuka are pretty good at planning events. They’re taking care of everything. All I gotta do is sit back and relax, let ‘em pamper me.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” Hanabi nodded.

“Look at me, a regular housewife!” Eiji sighed dreamily. Hanabi laughed.

“You still do police work, don’t you?”

“Haven’t really been needed.” She waved her hand. “I don’t mind it, anyway. I do get a little bored, though, so maybe you should bring those runts by more often.”

Hanabi smiled. “I could, if you want.” Eiji shrugged. “Well, I can’t wait. Jun must be relieved they’re taking care of everything if he’s been busy at the hospital.”

“Yeah,” Eiji breathed out, mannerisms quickly changing again. They peered out the doorway together when they heard cheering from the girls, Jun freely offering praise. “He’s good with your girls. It’s a nice distraction from all the wounded and dead.”

Hanabi recoiled at the grim description. “Yeesh…”

“They remind me of us.” She smirked, winking at Hanabi. “That on purpose? Let me guess, cat girl is me?”

“How—” She laughed, cutting herself off. Of course Eiji would be able to tell. “Yes, sorry. It was just too perfect. But she’s strong like you. Fastest in her class.”

“Nice.” Eiji beamed, slapping the table. “Maybe they can watch their sensei get beat up by me, huh?”

“Oh please.” Hanabi rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.”

“Hyūga,” she growled warningly, but it was in good fun. They both laughed.

“Glad you guys are having a good time in there!” They looked up as Wasabi yelled. “While we’re struggling!”

“It’s just you who’s struggling, Wasabi…” Sumire pointed out gently.

“Yep, just like you,” Hanabi whispered, getting up to rejoin the group. “Don’t make me get Lord Seventh to give you another d-rank in Ms. Ogawa’s garden.”

Wasabi opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it. Namida sighed dreamily. “I like Ms. Ogawa.”

Eiji couldn’t contain her laughter from the other room.

Konohamaru pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling his vision getting blurry into the late hours of the night in his office. A knock tore him from his report, beckoning the visitor in. Despite his fatigue, a smile naturally pulled on his lips when Hanabi slid inside, gently shutting the door behind her.

“I heard you were back,” she whispered, as if others would hear. He was pretty sure no one was still there, though. “And you didn’t come visit me.”

“Trust me,” he sighed out, turning the report over so it was hidden on the table, “I wanted to. This report is…it’s kicking my ass, Hanabi.”

“Worse than me?” she questioned, strolling over to him to sit on the opposite side of his desk. He smirked at her lazily, reaching up to rub an eye. “Can I help at all?”

“This one’s classified, unfortunately,” he mumbled, setting a hand on top of the report. “As much as I’d like to tell you.”

“I understand.” She nodded, leaning over the desk. “Maybe I can help you in…other ways?”

He paused, swallowing as he looked up at her. Why did she do this to him when he was dead tired? “What’re you proposing?”

He watched her warily as she got up and circled around the desk, casually dropping into his lap and he chuckled, willingly wrapping his arms around her hips. “Massage, maybe?”

“For me?” He grinned. He couldn’t resist her.

“Who else, idiot?”

“Ah, my favorite nickname,” he jested as she ran her hands over his shoulders, gently pressing into him. An involuntary sigh left him as he felt warm chakra depositing into his muscles, his chakra points. She didn’t often treat him to her families jutsu, so it was more than welcome. “Wish I could learn that one.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, smiling down at him as he caressed her hips, nudging her just a little closer. “Wish you could be a Hyūga?”

“Yeah, right.” He shook his head before leaning it back and letting his eyes flutter shut as she worked on him.

“You look so tired,” she whispered affectionately. “Sorry you’re here so late.”

“Part of the job, right?” he commented lazily, squeezing slightly on one of her hips. “This helps, a lot. Thank you, Hanabi.”

“Yeah.” She giggled quietly, her fingers trailing up towards the crook of his neck. “This one will hurt a tiny bit, okay?”

“You do love to hurt me,” he teased and despite having closed eyes, he knew she was rolling hers. He hissed quietly when he felt as if a muscle snapped, but it passed quickly, feeling better than before.

“Baby.”

“Dork.”

“Doofus.”

“Beautiful.”

“Ah—”

He smirked. He did love catching her off guard.

Not without struggle, he peeled his eyes open to meet hers, looking at him lovingly. He dropped the smirk into a smile. “I’m gonna fall asleep like this if you don’t stop. I gotta finish this up tonight.”

“Of course.” She nodded, moving to get off of him, but he tugged her back, taking her lips with his. She gasped, trying to push him off.

She liked to call him an idiot, but she could be pretty foolish herself. He relented slightly, pressing his forehead up against hers. “Hanabi, you’re sitting on my lap. If someone comes in here, they’ll know what’s up right away, anyway. Dummy.”

“Awful,” she snarked, pushing off him. “Enjoy your report, Kono-sensei.”

“Thanks,” he called after her playfully, before she could definitively slip out, “really, thank you!”

“Mhm.” She winked over her shoulder at him, her long hair cascaded behind her back as she pulled the door shut.

This woman.

He did feel more awake now.

Unfortunately.

Hanabi shoved the front door of her sister’s house open with force, stomping towards the kitchen.

“I’ll kill those brats!”

“H—Hanabi-sensei?”

She froze at the little voice, dropping her gaze down to meet black eyes. Sarada looked like a mouse under her furious gaze, so she instantly relaxed, shaking her head. “Oh, sorry Sarada. Yeesh, sorry you had to see me like that.” She reached out to pat her head. Sarada tilted it.

“Something with your team?” she asked, curiously. Hanabi shook her head.

“Not for you to worry about. Where—uh, where’s Boruto’s mom?” She hesitated with her words, realizing she wasn’t really sure what to call her sister in front of Boruto’s friends.

“Oh, uhm, outside with Boruto and Konohamaru-sensei. And Himawari. They’re all outside.”

“Oh, shoot,” Hanabi huffed, feeling a little bad. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“I don’t think you are,” the girl offered earnestly. Hanabi raised her eyebrows at her, tilting her head thoughtfully. “I’m sure they’d be happy to see you…if you’re not feeling too upset, I guess.”

“Ah—” Hanabi waved her away, feeling embarrassed for Sarada to have caught her in such a state.

Her little team got on her nerves sometimes, as much as she adored them. Somehow, receiving teases from mere children really set her off—well, certain teases at least.

“I was just getting some water.” Sarada offered, holding up a pitcher and several glasses stacked within one another. “We’re training pretty hard out there. Your sister’s actually a really great kunoichi.”

“Actually?” Hanabi frowned at the unintentional insult. Sarada reddened.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“No worries.” She put the girl at ease, taking the pitcher from her hands. “Come.”

She followed her out to the backyard, finding Hinata slamming Boruto into the ground.

Had she ever seen her sister take down her own kids before? It was completely amusing.

“Good one, elder sister!” Hanabi called, causing all eyes to shoot up to her.

Boruto groaned with exaggeration. “In front of big sis, mom?!”

“Hanabi.” Hinata smiled as the veins around her eyes relaxed. “What a nice surprise.”

“Yeah,” Konohamaru added teasingly, and she did her best not to instantly give him her attention. “Come on, come put baby brother in his place.”

“No, no.” Hanabi waved her hands. “It’s my day off, and this is honestly amazing. Throw him into the ground again, Hinata!”

Konohamaru laughed loudly as Himawari whined a bit. “No, mama!”

“Maybe you could spar with me, Hanabi-sensei?”

Hanabi pulled her head back to look at the girl in surprise.

“Oh, I’d love to see that,” Boruto snorted as he got up and dusted himself off. “I don’t think you really get what you’re asking for, Sarada.”

“What?!” Sarada snapped freely, glaring at the boy. “Think I’m weak or something?”

“No…” Hanabi smirked. “He just means I’m very much not weak.”

“Well, all the better, right?!” Sarada puffed out of her chest before setting the drinking glasses down. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. It’s your day off, after all.”

Hanabi pondered for a moment, glancing up at Konohamaru to gauge his reaction. His eyes watched her back, and she saw him shrug, approval.

“Just don’t close any chakra points,” he warned as she stepped into the grass to face Sarada.

“A kid, Konohamaru?” she asked sharply, squinting at him. “What do you take me for!”

“A scary lady, sometimes,” he offered honestly with a lazy upturn of his lips.

“Oooh,” Himawari gasped, clasping her hands together. “I’m rooting for you, big sister!”

“Which one?”

“Both!”

Hanabi laughed as she turned back to face Sarada’s determined gaze. The girl was always so controlled, she had to admire it.

She was just surprised when she found herself crashing to the ground, the world around her turning black.

This felt all too familiar. It flooded her memories with the chūnin exams. She activated the byakugan and darted her eyes around, inhaling long breaths to clear her thinking. She willed her vision further until she could make out a small chakra network barreling towards her. Swiftly, she caught it and forced it into the ground, breaking the genjutsu.

“H—how?!” Sarada gasped out as she reached out for nothing, Hanabi already back on her feet as the world around her returned to normal. “How did you—”

“Maybe us dōjutsu users should spar more often, huh?” Hanabi held out her hand for the girl, other one on her hip. After Sarada took the hand and hoisted herself up, she tapped her fingertip to the side of her head. Sarada looked up in awe.

“Yes…yes we should.”

“Ohhh!” Himawari called in amazement. “You could spar with me, big sister! See?” They looked over to see Himawari strain her eyes until they turned pearly and veiny. Hanabi beamed at her.

“Maybe when you’re older, Hima.” Sarada glanced at the girl before looking back at Hanabi. “Wow. Thank you.”

“No problem.” Hanabi waved her away, feeling a little too prideful to have the girl’s admiration.

Maybe she could get used to being a sensei. For how hesitant she was about it, feeling like a phony for becoming one just to remain close to Konohamaru, she was really happy about her decision, now.

“Take a break, you two,” Konohamaru called as he approached, fisting two waters towards them. Hanabi smiled as she took it. Sarada accepted it as well, strolling over to Boruto to sit next to him under the tree. Konohamaru turned to her, smirking. “Nice job, sensei. Not too tough, but just enough so she knew who was boss.”

She giggled as she brought the water to her lips. “Finesse.”

“Indeed.”

Konohamaru rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he stood next to the lake near the village, on his way home from a solo mission. He wondered if his team was following the training regimen he had set up for them before he left. He knew Sarada would probably be keeping them in line, even if Mitsuki too readily agreed to Boruto’s antics. He pulled his canteen to his lips to take a deep drink before re-lidding it.

It was a familiar lake. One that he’d sat at with Hanabi so many years ago.

Gods, it was nearly ten years ago, now.

They’d been through so much at this point.

He chuckled as he thought of that silly turn of phrase about destiny he was never sure had any truth to it. He wasn’t sure how they always ended up together, all he knew was he was grateful for it. Kept her around, even when she resisted it.

Sometimes he wondered if he was too pushy. If there was one thing his mother taught him, it was to fight for what you want. Now he wondered if it was really his grandfather who taught her that, or his father.

He never realized how much he would want in his adult years, almost feeling greedy. He wanted to be Hokage of course. But now he wanted to see his team be successful. He wanted the Hyūga clan to change. He wanted Hanabi.

If he had to choose, it would certainly be a difficult decision. So he didn’t entertain the thought of choosing. He’d have it all if it were up to him.

He mindlessly walked at a leisurely pace back to the village, actually having some extra time for once.

Then he picked up his pace as his mind wandered to Hanabi.

Extra time meant time with Hanabi.

He should’ve been using it to train his team, or make sure his report was extra detailed and void of error. But he let himself be selfish, sometimes. She truly made him a selfish individual.

Imagine his surprise when he opened his door to find her asleep on his bed.

She’d never done that before. She must’ve known he was due back in the morning.

Hanabi, Hanabi, Hanabi.

What you do to me.

Hastily, he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed with her, grinning when he could feel her bare skin. She was undressed, too. She stirred groggily as he pulled her into him, embracing her warmth, even as she shivered at his cold touch. He couldn’t help but take her in, consume her essence. It had been a few weeks since they’d been able to be intimate, and it was far too long. She lazily wrapped her arms around his forearm, slurring a sleepy greeting as he began laying kisses over her shoulder.

“Sleeping in my bed, now?”

“Don’t make me regret it…”

“I could make you glad for it, instead?”

“Doofus…”

Her quiet, mumbled tease was music to him as she conformed to his body, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. He shoved down that invasive thought about what it would be like to be able to do this every night, her warming his bed. That wasn’t important right now.

This was.

He let it be silent as his hands wandered over her front, back flush against his chest. He smiled as she pushed her nose into the pillow away from him, sleepy little moans slipping out that made his chest swell. He nudged his other arm under her waist while cupping her breast, softly pinching her nipple as it slid between his fingers, eliciting that tiny whimper he craved to hear daily. He continued laying kisses across her back as she subconsciously pushed against him, grinding her bottom against his fully hardened erection.

What a nice reward for getting home early, he thought.

He moved his free hand down her side until he reached her thigh, pulling it up to hook her calf over his, spreading her. He dipped his fingers shamelessly between, gathering the accumulated gloss as he tended to the hardened nub there. Her panting became more haggard as he worked, pressing her mouth into the pillow now to suppress moans.

There was a time and place for loud, rough sex that he did enjoy. But right now, he was content to caress her gently and make love to her. She seemed so tired, but his judgement was cloudy and she was responding in all the ways that told him to keep going. He slid his finger between her lips and he saw her fists ball up with the sheets of his bed. She shoved her face further into the pillow, needy little sounds escaping the confines of the material.

Not wanting to waste any more time, he withdrew his hand to tug his boxers down, then reached under her knee to pull her back further. She finally gave him a little help by stilling her leg, letting him line himself up with her entrance before slowly pushing in. Once he was inside her enough to ensure he wouldn’t fall out, he bent his arm around her waist to grab her bunching hand, forehead resting against the back of her neck as she let out beautiful, quiet moans.

As he pushed the rest of himself in her, his breath faded against her skin, causing her to shiver. The movement made him twitch and tighten his grip on her hands. Slowly, he moved out of her, then pushed back in, gradually getting into a rhythm. If there was a state of ecstasy he could engage in, it was being with Hanabi, becoming one with her. It was something he could never have imagined, but was too magnificent to give up.

“Oh Kono…” she sighed, burying her face in the pillow. She repeated the phrase over and over with each thrust and it threatened to push him off the deep end. But he hated taking from her without giving first, so he released her hand and slid it down her stomach until he found her clit once more, rubbing deep circles into it. Her body spasmed against the touch, so he used his other arm underneath her to hold her body to his in a tight embrace. Her whines became a touch louder.

“Let go,” he whispered against her neck, unintentionally burying his forehead into the crook of it, “cum for me, honey.”

“K-Kono—” she gasped quietly, his words gently moving her over the edge and he felt that sensual fluttering around himself that told him she was there. He retracted the hand and encased hers with it again, still pumping in and out of her to reach his own climax. His added hand helped keep her from moving too much as she rode out the orgasm—she was a bit shaky and if he wasn’t careful, he’d slip out. He had no intention of leaving her entrance, not as close as he was.

He felt that hot coil in his abdomen begin to unravel as he felt her nails dig into his palms, clutching onto him. She rewarded him with beautifully lustful words.

“Cum for me, Kono.” They were barely a whisper into the pillow but he couldn’t miss it. If he had gently lowered her off the edge, she threw him, and he felt his orgasm grip him.

Damn, he missed her.

Sometimes he wondered if he could justify bringing her along on some of his solo missions—just because he missed this too damn much.

As he released, he clutched her body to his, not allowing her to move too much because he wanted to stay inside her for a little longer. He knew his hold was too harsh, too possessive, but she was his. And he was hers. Nothing could stop him from clutching onto her as if his life depended on it.

When he felt her movements slow until they completely halted, he chuckled, breathing a deep sigh and taking in her scent. He nudged his nose against the crook of her neck, regretting that he had to interrupt her peace. “Can’t fall asleep yet, Hanabi.”

“Don’t be cruel…” she mumbled, body slumping away from him. He gave her one last kiss on the shoulder before crawling out of bed. She whined as he hooked his arms under hers and dragged her up, carrying her like some drunk fool to the bathroom. He almost wondered if maybe she was drunk because she seemed so exhausted, but found no hints of alcohol on her, so shoved the thought back. “Ehhh, this is so gross for you to do,” she whined as he took her to the bathroom.

He laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t stay.” He turned to leave her, shutting the door behind him.

As much as it grossed him out as a kid, he was thankful that his mother was so candid with him about these things now that he was an adult.

He pulled his boxers back on, catching her at the door just in time to pick her up by the arms and legs, carrying her back to the bed to lay her down. She finally gave a little giggle as he climbed in next to her, laying his arm across her stomach.

“Sleepy girl.”

“Very…” She yawned, turning on her side to face him with her eyes closed. “So, so exhausted…”

“I thought I was tired, just getting back from a mission,” he teased, scooting in to kiss the tip of her nose. She crinkled it and it made his belly warm. “Any particular reason you’re so tired? Not letting another guy tire you out, I hope.”

“Stop that,” she huffed, though she kept her eyes closed. “Clan stuff.”

“Always clan stuff.”

“I stood in front of the council for hours…” She yawned again, widely, and he tilted his head forward in interest. Would she finally reveal some details? “Hours and hours arguing to officially end the curse seal…”

“Really…?”

“Mhm…stupid old men made me stand as a sign of respect…” That thought did not sit well with him. “Who knew standing would make me so tired…”

“I don’t think it was the standing,” he responded with a sigh, tucking his other arm under her waist to pull her closer, “it was probably emotionally draining, Hanabi. Mentally, too.”

“Hmm…” she hummed, nuzzling her nose into his sternum, “you’re probably right…”

“I’m proud of you.”

He felt her breathing stop momentarily before it picked back up again. “Thank you…”

“Of course,” he whispered, laying a chaste kiss on the top of her head. “Get some rest, Hanabi.”

The next morning, she awoke to find his hands wandering over her body. She moved her head back to take him in. He was still asleep, but his hands had a mind of their own. She smiled at the cute way his jaw hung open and cheek pushed against her chest. She reached down to gently close it before brushing her fingertips against his jaw, tickling him awake. She admired the way his eyes fluttered open to reveal glassy blue orbs. Those blue orbs that were always her comfort. His little smile as he blinked away sleep only made her gooier.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled, reaching up to hold her hand with his.

These were the moments she selfishly lived for. The moments that told her it was worth it to put all the work into her clan that she did. The moments she would get to have forever, if she could just keep pushing forward. “Good morning.”

He let out a tired yawn and she reeled away from him, giggling as she covered her nose. He noticed the action and quickly covered his mouth. “Shit, sorry.”

“You should be.”

“Hey, yours doesn’t smell like roses either, okay?”

“How could you say such a thing?”

“It’s too early for this.”

She let a laugh go as he buried his face into her chest. She sighed with a little disappointment as she gently pulled him away. “I have to meet my team at 8.”

He groaned needily, tightening his grip around her. She giggled. “Can’t you be a little late? Those girls are always keeping you from me.”

“We’re sensei, Konohamaru.” She tsked, tapping the top of his head. “You are keeping me away from them.”

“Hmmm,” he grumbled irritably, hugging her closer. She let him.

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airstripyaks · 3 years

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yeehaw

#i can’t believe I had to wait until I was 25 to get this lucky but wow I am so greatful #feels fuckin NICE #lgbtq #yeehaw #self

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scarlet-fantasies · 2 years

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Eren celebrating his birthday w his gf

::𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬::

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𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

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𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡

𝐼𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛

𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 --> 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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This is long overdue i know 😅😅😅🥲🥲

It was Eren’s birthday and you had many plans for your lover.

You had been together for quite some time and you wanted to give him the best birthday you could give him.

So you were throwing a surprise parting for him with all his friends.

You order a cake that was his favorite flavor.

And then you made sure to spend the whole day with him so your friends/his friends could set up the party and you distracted him. You also made sure to go see his parents.

In the morning you surprised him since you had plans for the whole day until the night for the party.

So since Eren is a heavy sleeper you decided to take him out for breakfast and then drive up to go camping. The only thing was you had to wake him up.

You were already dressed and had the car ready you just needed to wake up your bf. So you just snuck in his room to sleep beside him and wait for him to wake up. Once he did he opened his eyes and took note of you.

“Hi, stalker.” He’d smile before pulling you into him and giving you a sloppy k*ss.

“Mmm, happy birthday.” You’d greet after pulling away.

He’d pull you in for a k*ss again as a thank you. “You’re all dressed. What's up with that?”

“Oh, right--I’m taking you out for breakfast. My treat, and because it’s your birthday I’m able to grant you as many wishes as you want.

“Oh really? So anything I wish for?" He'd grin as you nodded your head in response.

You rush him to the shower and when he's going to get dressed you tell him what to wear since it's a special day and you want him to look good in pictures.

"Here you look good in this.” You’d say handing him a simple dark blue shirt that framed his upper body and some jeans.

This is random and all but I feel like he has a necklace he always wears and I also think he wears a matching bracelet with you.

“Now hurry up and get ready otherwise we’ll be off schedule . . . Oh wait, happy birthday.” You’d smile standing on your tippy toes to k*ss his cheek.

But anyways you took him out to eat for breakfast and took pictures and all that.

For half of the day to keep Eren distracted you decided to take him camping by the lake. When you stopped the car Eren was a little confused but helped you set some stuff for the time that you guys would be staying there.

"So we're at the lake?" He asked confused about why you took him here.

You'd smile at him, "Last time you wanted to hike on that special hiking trail and you were hoping that the others wouldn't come in between us the next time we'd come here. So I figured that since it's just us it would give you the chance to be here and finally do what you want for the day. But we can always go somewhere else if---"

"No, no, I'm not complaining. Y/n, I love this. It's thoughtful, I love any surprise you have, baby." He'd explain giving you a reassuring smile.

“Good, because I have a lot of surprises.” You’d smile going on your tippy toes to k*ss him.

So while you two were camping you two went hiking for a while. You two were having a good conversation about everything too.

“I can’t believe you’re 25 now. It feels like you’re still 21.” You’d smile at him whilst your hand being intertwined with his.

I’m saying he’s 25 bc it just feels right. And when you two met he was probably 21.

“And you’re still beautiful. Not that that ever change.” He’d grin, picking you up and spinning you around before k*ssing you.

“Eren.” You’d giggle from his behavior.

“I’m so lucky to be with Y/n.” He’d grin being cheesy as he put you down.

“Stop.~” You’d laugh at him being so corny, holding his hand again.

“The cutest and most sweetest girl, the best gift I could have. Muah~ You damn cutie.” He’d say looking over his shoulder only to k*ss your cheek again.

“Hey, it’s your birthday I shouldn’t be the one getting all this attention. You should be excited about other things.”

“I am excited, I have you, s*xy.”

“Hey, we agreed to no name-calling in public.”

“Right, but today is my birthday. So you have to grant my wishes. Just like you said.”

"Okay just for today, you can name call . . . So how does it feel to be 52?” You’d laugh before he made a face at you.

25 backwards

“Hey, watch it, sweetheart . . . I’ll start calling you kid—oh wait I can cause it’s my birthday.” He’d tea$e.

You two hiked for a while which resulted in you tiring out your legs in the process.

As much as you are ignoring the pain and all Eren notices and gives you a piggyback ride on the way back.

He finds that you weigh nothing so he doesn't want to hear your excuses.

"You know, technically I should be the one getting the ride." He’d chuckle whilst looking up at you as he carried you.

"I’m sorry." You’d nervous say, your arms around him as he adjusted with you on his back.

"It's fine. . . Oh, I think I know a wish I'd like for you to grant."

"Oh really? What is it?!" You asked excitedly.

"Hmm, how about car s*x?" He'd sm*rk, knowing you were definitely blushing.

You were blushing and didn’t give a response but since he couldn’t see you blush it was good

Despite your red cheeks you thought for a moment and decided to surprise him instead, "Hmm, ok. If that's what you really want."

He'd be taken back by your agreement but was interested to know what you had in mind.

“Hm didn’t know you were such a good girl, Y/n.”

I'm going to say you two did that cause we know he couldn't live without it but if you didn't it would probably happen later in the day.

You took him on a picnic date since it was the afternoon and their was a peaceful meadow by the lake.

You made the whole area look nice with food you made and the white cloth and basket you had.

“Babe, you went and did all this?”

“Yeah, but don’t feel bad. I wanted to.”

“C’mon here and let me squish you!” He’d grin before pulling you close so he could hug and k*ss you.

You both set to eat and you show him the food and stuff he just thinks you’re sweet for doing all this since he never asked for it.

You even made a small desert bc you felt like it.

“Sorry it’s pink that’s the only color I had.” You’d frown.

“No, it’s cute.” He’d ruffle your hair.

You got him a few gifts: a key chain, book bag for work, a book he’s been wanting to read, and a vinyl record that’s signed.

“Wow I don’t know what to say.” He looked at the vinyl record and book you got him. He moved onto the book bag and key chain.

“What’s this? A purse and a keychain?”

“It’s a messenger bag, silly. I bought it for you because of your future job as an English professor. A lot of people have one and just thought it might be something you’d need in time. Plus you’ll be carrying a lot of documents so I figured this would help—the keychain is cause you don’t always drive safe and so idk reading it might not make you get many speeding tickets. I know it’s silly and stupid I should’ve bought you something else but—“

“No, no, I like it. It’s cute. . . You thought about everything—in fact, more than I could ask for. And if I had to choose which gift I loved the most it be the keychain because it reminds me of you and how worried you get. I love all these gifts and all your surprises babe. So thank you.” He’d smile at you before k*ssing your forehead.

If you have read other hcs I’ve made you’ll know that I say Eren likes English and probably wants to be an English teacher.

Speaking of which let's talk about the surprise party.

So like I said you distracted him while everyone else got the party ready.

You just kept talking while you two walked into his apartment until everyone yelled in surprise.

He was happy you and everyone did all this for him. There were a lot of games, gifts, and food.

Eren was having a blast with his friends while you just kind of watched/made sure he was happy.

Everyone had put a lot of work into his and were happy about it.

Seeing Eren happy made you happy.

Of course, he sometimes tried to involve you in things since he can't live without you.

The boys have it out for him tho. Like there are pranks and stuff like that.

Connie, Jean, Armin, Zeke always throw him into the pool every year and they all do it to each other so Eren wasn’t getting away with that.

And everyone is competing with whose gifts are better.

Zeke is the one who helps you out a lot in this too since Eren is his brother.

He is actually the one who helped a lot in planning this other than Armin and Mikasa.

Oh and Zeke ambushed him a lot on this day in general, like he probably called when you two were alone and he just wanted to be updated on everything.

Zeke was the one who helped you with the gifts too. He suggested you buy him a book he’s been wanting (I say this bc he seems like he’s good at English and likes literature involving sci-fi and action.) and to buy him food that he likes.

“You should also buy yourself something nice, for him.”He’d suggest while you flicked his forehead.

“Really?!” You’d roll your eyes at him.

“What just helping my little bro get some.”

Anyways Zeke had it out for him, he even made sure Eren got his head smashed into the cake which was worth it 😂 .

Eren had a blast though and he probably got drunk which meant you’d be the one dealing with him.

He wasn’t drunk till it got very late though for the most part he was sober and was just taking pictures, opening gifts and talking with his friends and stuff. You and Zeke were making sure he had a good time the most tho since he sometimes gets so busy that he doesn’t see his friends so you both figured this would be important to him.

“Eren looks so happy.” You’d smile watching him from afar as you both were cleaning up some things before heading back.

“He’s like that because of you.” He’d grin.

“Huh, why you say that?” You’d say puzzled.

“Because you’re the one that did all of this for him. And he appreciates that.”

“I didn’t do much, you’re the one with all the planning.”

“You distracted him, you know how much work that is?”

“That’s true.”

“Hey babe.”

“Hi, are you enjoying the party?”

“Mm yeah I am. How'd you get everyone to agree to find time?”

“I have my ways.”

“Mm I see. Anyways, come with me, let’s hangout with everyone.”

The whole group ends up playing games like never have I ever and truth or dare.

When the party is over tho you clean up with the help of others. Eventually they leave and you are left with Eren.

and Eren is either drunk or not it just depends.

If he is you’re going to be going through a lot to calm him down and carry him up the stairs.

“Why are you so heavy?”

If he’s not drunk things are different. He will have a sentimental talk with you.

He’d see you washing dishes and would back hug you, resting his chin on your shoulders.

You smiled at this and asked, “Did you have fun?”

“I had a great time, honestly I have to spoil you when your birthday comes around.”

You’d giggle at this, “You don’t have to do that silly. I did this because I wanted to. And I’m glad you enjoyed yourself today.”

“And that’s why I want to spoil you, because I want to.” He’d smile, k*ssing the side of your cheek.

“Then I guess I can’t stop you.” You’d say drying your hands as you were done cleaning.

“Nope.” He’d chuckle before spinning you around to face him before k*ssing you on the l*ps.

“So are there anymore wishes you have before midnight?” You’d smile with your arms around his neck as you pulled away from the k*ss.

“Hmm, how about you stay over for the night. You can use my shower.”

“Mhm I know but I have (work/school) tomorrow. I have to go home—“

He’d stop you putting a finger to your l*ps “I’ll drive you tomorrow. Just say here with me tonight. We don’t get to do this all the time.”

“You’re right . . . Okay, I’ll stay.” So you did, you got comfy and everything and took a shower.

Afterwards he found you on the couch and you were waiting for him to come back from showering. He k*ssed you on the cheek before pouring a glass of water.

“You should just move in.”

“Eren?”

“Im sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”

“You didn’t mean too?”

“I mean, I was keeping it more to myself but that would be nice.”

“Eren.”

��Im serious, it would make it easier to see you.“

“I know that but I like where I live.”

“I can drive you to school/work everyday since it’s close to where I work?”

“Eren, that’s a lot of work on you.”

“Y/n, I don’t care about that. Look, I’m on board with the idea but I understand if you’re not. I didn’t even mean to bring that up.”

You stayed silent thinking about what he was saying.

“I’ll think about it,” you’d smile before k*ssing his cheek, “oh and Eren?”

“Yeah?”

“Happy Birthday.”

Omg I have to f*cking writing about moving in and living with him 😭😭😭💕💕💕

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emixion · 3 years

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School Dance - Day 25 - Maribat March

here’s some fluff after making you all cry yesterday. @maribatmarch-2k21 ao3 link To say that Mme Bustier’s class was excited was an understatement. The students were absolutely ecstatic.

Their class trip to Gotham and tour of Gotham Academy led to an invitation to the school’s upcoming dance while they visited. A school dance at Gotham Academy was no laughing matter, and everyone in Bustier’s class knew it. They’d all packed their very best clothes and accessories, eager to fit in at the fancy affair.

Marinette was excited to wear the new dress she’d designed, but that was about it.

Don’t get her wrong, she loved visiting Gotham and she loved the dress that she made, a baby pink ruffled gown with her signature floral design embroidered on the bodice, but she didn’t anticipate having much fun at this dance.

She didn’t know anyone in Gotham, and her whole class was still enamored by Lila, they barely had any time for her. The only person not hanging onto the liar’s every word was Chloe, and she wasn’t exactly the company Marinette wanted to keep.

Nevertheless, when the night of the dance arrived, Marinette put her dress on and got ready alone.

The other girls were all getting ready together, but she really didn’t want to be around Lila. Besides, she was sure she wasn’t welcome after Lila had tried to frame her for spilling her coffee the other day.

After getting dressed, she had Tikki help her put her hair in a low messy bun, letting a few wavy locks of midnight hair stick around to frame her face.

She applied her makeup, a neutral brown smokey eye and peachy pink lip gloss, as well as her accessories, a rose gold headband and a bracelet to match.

After slipping on her heels, she was ready to go.

Tikki smiled at her chosen as she stood before her.

“Oh, Marinette! You look so beautiful! And so grown up!” The tiny goddess wiped a small tear from her eye.

Marinette giggled, pulling Tikki close to nuzzle her against her cheek. “Thank you, Tikki. I hope tonight goes well.”

“Anything can happen in a new city. Keep an open mind tonight!” Tikki advised.

“Thanks, I will.” Marinette replied, opening her small cross body for Tikki to fly into.

With a sigh, she turned off the light and left her hotel room.

The hotel lobby was full of hustle and bustle as the students of Francis Dupont chattered excitedly about the dance, all dressed in their very best.

Marinette stayed towards the back and kept to herself, waiting patiently for the transportation to arrive.

Suddenly, yells of surprise rang out from her classmates as a stretch limo pulled up in front of the hotel.

Marinette strained a bit to see it, shocked as her class that an actual limo was picking them up instead of a bus.

“Courtesy of the Waynes.” The driver announced as the students stepped into the limo.

“I can’t believe the Waynes did this for us!”

“That’s so cool!”

“We get to ride in a limo?”

Marinette got in last, wondering who these Waynes were that everyone was talking about.

The hall rented for the dance was, in a word, big.

It was decorated to the nines and full of Gotham Academy students, all dressed for the occasion.

Music was already playing and tables were already full of refreshments.

The ecstatic class practically skipped into the hall, all except Marinette.

The miraculous wielder stuck behind, slowly walking in as opposed to her eager peers. She was nervous to be here.

While the rest of her friends stuck close to Lila or danced with their partners, Marinette stayed at one of the tables on the outer edge of the hall, sitting by herself.

She smiled as she watched Nino spin Alya around as the couple laughed. She was glad at least they were having fun.

She was so focused on watching her friends, she didn’t notice the boy walking up to her until he sat down in the chair next to her.

“Excuse me?” The boy called, nearly startling her. She whipped her head over to look at him. He had dark hair, tan skin and the greenest eyes she’d ever seen.

“Yes?” Her voice was a little hoarse as it came out. Clearly she wasn’t expecting to use it.

“I normally don’t approach strangers, but it didn’t sit right with me to watch you sit here all alone. May I keep you company?” The boy asked. Marinette blinked at him.

“Oh, um, sure!” She gave him a smile. “That’s very nice of you. I’m Marinette.” She offered her hand for a shake.

“Damian.” He introduced himself, taking her offered hand and pulling it to his lips. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Y-you too!” She squeaked, her face tinting pink. Damian smiled at her.

“May I ask what a beautiful young lady like yourself is doing by herself at a dance?” He asked, gently putting her hand down.

“Oh, well…” Marinette trailed off, glancing downward. “Um, my class and I aren’t as close as we used to be, and most of my friends are with their partners, so I didn’t want to bother them.”

Damian frowned. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be bothering them if you are their friend, but I understand wanting to sit away from all of the action.”

“Are you not a fan of dances?” She asked.

“More the crowd. I try not to draw too much attention to myself. I find it unamusing.” His face twisted in distaste.

Marinette giggled. “I get that. I try to stay under the radar too.”

“Well, I’m glad I decided to stick to the shadows tonight. I got to meet you.” His face softened when he looked back at her.

Marinette flushed deeper, bowing her head shyly. “Yeah, I-I’m glad I did too.”

The two spent a while talking to each other, staying in their own bubble away from the noise of their peers. Eventually they walked over to the refreshments to get themselves some punch and continued to talk over there.

“What’s your favorite piece that you’ve designed?” Damian asked, continuing their conversation about hobbies.

Marinette pointed sheepishly as her gown.

Damian’s eyes widened. “You made this?”

She nodded. “From scratch.”

“That is..quite impressive.” He mused, admiring the dress for the millionth time that night. “My brother would lose his mind over you. He is always keeping track of up and coming designers.”

“Oh yeah?” She smiled. “I’d love to meet him sometime. Is he your only brother?”

Damian snorted. “Hardly. I have three brothers and a sister. And on top of that, two pseudo sisters and a pseudo brother.”

“Wow,” Marinette laughed. “That’s such a big family.”

“Tell me about it.” Damian muttered. “Do you have any siblings?”

She shook her head. “No, just me. I’d love to have some, though. You’re very lucky.”

“You haven’t tried living with them, Angel.”

She laughed again, taking a small sip of punch.

She’d nearly finished her cup when the music slowed down and the students on the dance floor either stepped back or grabbed partners to dance with.

Marinette watched as Nino and Alya, Juleka and Rose, and Ivan and Mylene all paired up on the floor.

“Marinette,” Damian’s voice pulled her attention back.

“Yes?”

He extended his hand to her. “May I have this dance?”

Marinette stared at him a moment, a smile slowly working its way to her face. “I would love to.” And with that she set down her cup and took the boy’s hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor.

Once on the floor, Damian placed his free hand on her waist, his other still grasping hers. Marinette moved her free hand to his shoulder.

“I might step on your feet.” She whispered guiltily. Damian chuckled softly.

“That’s fine by me.” He pulled her a bit closer.

Unbeknownst to the pair, who were too wrapped up in each other, they had formed quite an audience.

“Is that Marinette with Damian Wayne..?”

“Oh my gosh, look at the way he’s looking at her.”

“The Ice Prince has a girlfriend?”

“Who is that girl? Her dress is stunning.”

Whispers from both of their peers filled the hall, as the other couples stepped back to watch Damian and Marinette.

“You’re beautiful.” Damian murmured, momentarily moving his hand from her waist to brush her bangs out of her eyes.

Marinette gazed back at him, completely captivated. “Thank you.” She breathed.

The slow song played its final cords and the tempo sped up again.

Spell broken, Marinette finally noticed all of the staring, looking around self consciously. “Damian..?” She said his name cautiously.

“C’mon.” Damian said, taking her hand and leading her off the dance floor.

“Why were they staring at us?” She asked once they were in a quieter part of the hall. Damian sighed.

“Because I’m a Wayne.” His voice sounded dejected.

“A..Wayne?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Yes, as in Bruce Wayne’s son, The CEO of Wayne Enterprises? The biggest sponsor of Gotham Academy? Any of that sound familiar?”

Marinette just shook her head.

Damian stared at her for a long moment before he began to chuckle.

“Wait, so, you don’t know who I am?” He asked.

She shook her head again, shrugging. “Sorry?”

“No, no, don’t be.” He quickly took her hands. “I just thought that was the only reason you kept my company tonight. Because of who my family is.”

“Of course not.” She said softly, squeezing his hands in her own. “I spent all this time with you because I like you…” Her voice went quiet and shy near the end.

“I like you, too..” He murmured, squeezing her hands back. “Would you, erm, like to do something while you’re here? Maybe on your free day?”

Marinette smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I would be glad to.”

Once the dance was over and the pair bid farewell for the night, Marinette made her way out front to the waiting limo.

Her class, suddenly having more than enough time for her, swarmed her as she approached, asking her various questions about Damian.

Marinette just grinned and brushed them off.

#maribat #maribat march #maribat march 2021 #daminette #maridami #mlb x dc #ml x dc

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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tabloid bs ~ eminem

word count: 1822

request?: yes!

@imaginesforjohnnydepp “hi! i was wondering if you could do an age gap eminem x reader imagine where the reader is a singer and is the daughter of a very successful actor and singer and there are rumors of her parents not liking marshall making the rounds in the tabloids?”

description: in which she decides to shut down bullshit tabloid rumors regarding her boyfriend and her parents

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing, age gap (totally legal though, we’ll say the reader is about 25)

masterlist (one, two)

Being the daughter of two incredibly famous actors meant you were in the spotlight from a young age. Paparazzi, crazy fans, fake friends, none of it was new to you by the time you decided you wanted to try your hand in singing.

You were nervous at first, worrying that either you’d only blow up because of who your parents were, or that everyone would shut down your career because of who your parents were. You were happily surprised to learn that everyone genuinely liked you and your music, despite your parentage.

As your career began to skyrocket, you were contacted by none other than Eminem asking to make a song with you. Apparently he was so impressed by your talent that he wanted to get in contact with you and ask you himself for a collab, something that he only did with people who ended up becoming close friends of his (Skylar Grey, Rihanna, 50 Cent, Ed Sheeran, etc. etc.).

You ended up following this trend, except in a much more extreme way. You did end up becoming close with him, but not as just a friend. Within a month of doing your collaboration you found yourself going on a date with Marshall, and within a year you were basically living with him.

The press had a field day when they found out. You were 20 years younger than Marshall, and he was only two years younger than your mom. Of course people didn’t react to kindly to this at first, but it wasn’t as hard to ignore these things as you expected it to be.

The thing that was hard to ignore, though, was the constant stories that were published about your parents hating Marshall, and hating your relationship.

This couldn’t be farther from the truth. Your parents loved Marshall, both as a musician and as their daughter’s boyfriend. Your dad and Marshall got along really well, and your mom basically viewed him as a new best friend from the moment he walked through the door.

These rumors were harder to ignore when they were brought up so often in interviews and during livestreams or Q&As. You were starting to get annoyed with it and you wanted to make it stop.

Lucky for you, the person interviewing you at that moment gave you the perfect segway to shutting those rumors down.

“I know this is a bit of a private topic,” she started, “and if you don’t want to talk about it we can just move on, but there’s something circulating in the rumor mill regarding you and your boyfriend.”

“Of course there is,” you said, rolling your eyes in a playful manner. You were trying to remain lighthearted about it all, but you were feeling the annoyance bubble up inside of you already.

“There’s a story going around that you blew off your dad’s birthday because he wouldn’t let you bring Eminem to the celebration.”

You felt your face heating up with anger. Oh, so now the media was trying to present you as a bratty singer now too? Saying you skipped your own father’s birthday due to your boyfriend?

No, they were not getting away with that one.

You pulled your phone from your pocket and quickly opened it. The interviewer looked at you in confusion as you scrolled through your pictures before holding your phone towards the nearest camera.

“Here’s a picture of me and my dad two days after his birthday,” you said. “It was taken by Marshall, because the three of us had a special celebration alone. My flight home was delayed and I had to miss my dad’s actual birthday, in which my boyfriend was actually invited to, by the way. Dad specifically asked if Marshall would be coming, even jokingly told me that I had to take him. So no, I didn’t purposely miss my dad’s birthday because of my boyfriend, I would never miss dad’s birthday on purpose.”

“All you had to say was no,” the interviewer mumbled, regarding her notes to move along to the next question.

“No,” you said. “I’m not keeping this one short and sweet. I’m tired of all these stupid, untrue things being said about me and my boyfriend and my parents. Mom and dad don’t hate Marshall, I don’t purposely not see my parents because of him. There’s no hate at all between any of us, and it makes me angry that tabloids make those accusations without any evidence just for clicks. This is someone’s real life, not just some fiction for someone to fuck around with.”

“You sound very passionate about this.”

You scoffed. “Of course I am! Ever since Marshall and I have started dating people have been saying shit about him and my parents and I don’t understand why. There’s never been any ill will between my parents and Marshall, not even any implied ill will. People just like to make up stories so they have a good headline to get views and get people talking.”

“Well, although nothing has been ever been confirmed, you can’t say you don’t understand where those rumors came from. No one wants their kid dating someone who is basically their age, no matter how famous that person is. It’s only natural for a parent to be protective over their kid, especially from such an older person that may just be taking advantage of them.”

Your eyes were wide with shock. You could barley believe what this bitch was saying. She was really trying to spin the story and say that Marshall was trying to take advantage of you, a literal 25 year old adult?

You stood from my chair then and began trying to pull the microphone off of yourself. The interviewer looked at me with concern before trying to stop you.

“I’m done here,” you declared, pulling at the wire once I found it.

“You’re going to break the mic!”

“Send the bill to my people,” you retorted. “I’m not sitting here and having someone tell me that the guy I’m dating is trying to take advantage of me just because he’s older, or hearing you spill some bullshit about my parents. Newsflash: if someone is happy publicly with their relationship, then maybe they’re actually happy. No tragic behind the scene stories or ulterior motives, just two adults who are in love.”

You finally got the microphone off and basically threw it at the interviewer before turning and leaving the room.

~~~~~~

You stayed at Marshall’s place that night, still partially fuming from the interview. You didn’t tell him specifics (especially not that you walked out in a fury the way you did), but you told him it didn’t go well.

You were awoken the next morning to your phone ringing. When you checked it, you saw your dad’s face and name light up your screen. You groaned when you noticed how early the time was before answering. “Hello?”

“Good morning sweetie,” came your dad’s voice. “Have you been online yet?”

“I haven’t even been out of bed yet,” you responded. “Why? What’s going on?”

“You’re trending for walking out of your interview.”

You sat up in the bed so quickly that it woke Marshall. He rolled over and looked at you in confusion as you put your dad on speaker and started frantically opening your Twitter app.

“Dad, you’re on speaker. Marshall is here,” you told him as you started looking.

“Good morning, Marshall,” your dad said.

“Morning,” Marshall responded, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “What’s going on that has (Y/N) wide awake at 8am?”

“She’s trending.”

“For what?”

There it was, your name at the top of the trending list. When you clicked on it, the first thing that popped up was your interview from the day before.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “I can’t believe they actually posted. It was so bad, I thought they’d just delete the footage and never think of it again.”

“You think too highly of people looking for a good scoop, honey.”

The title of the video read Singer (Y/F/N) Goes Off On Interviewer while Talking About Parents and Boyfriend Eminem. The entire interview was included, luckily enough, including everything leading up to your storm out. Marshall watched over your shoulder as your dad waited, silently, for you to see it all.

“You didn’t tell me what was said,” Marshall said. “Why didn’t you tell me they were saying that shit to you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you responded. “I mean, it did matter, but by the time I got here I didn’t think it would matter anymore. Like I said, I thought the footage would be deleted and long forgotten.”

You were nervously biting at your nails as you scrolled through Twitter to see what people were saying. You were expecting a wave of hate and people believing that you truly were a bratty singer, until you started to see how much praise and love you were getting.

“Imagine trying to frame (Y/N) as the bad one in this situation when the interviewer literally said Eminem is trying to take advantage of her”

“Never believed those rumors about (Y/N)’s parents and Eminem. They’re all too tightknit for (Y/N) to date someone her parents hate”

“The way she told the interviewer to bill her for the broken mic that’s QUEEN SHIT”

“It doesn’t seem too bad,” you said as you continued to read. “A lot of people on my side.”

“Oh, I knew no one was against you on this one,” your dad said. “I just wanted to let you know you’re trending, and let you know I’m proud of you for finally putting an end to those rumors. It was getting really tiresome to read why I hated Marshall on any given day.”

You chuckled slightly. “Thanks dad. I’ll call you and mom later. Love you.”

“Love you, too, honey.”

Your dad hung up and you decided it would be for the best to put your phone away for a while. Even though you weren’t getting any negative attention for this, you were still overwhelmed by the fact that the interview went up at all.

You settled back into bed beside Marshall, taking your place in his arms where you loved to be the most.

“I’m proud of you, too,” he said, kissing your forehead. “I didn’t realize my girl was so badass.”

“Yes you did.”

“Maybe I did.” You giggled as you nuzzled your head into his chest more. “You know how much I love you, right?”

“Of course I know, babe. Don’t let that shitty interviewer and her bullshit get to you.”

“Oh she’s not,” he said. “I’m well aware your parents love me and I’m not taking advantage of you. I just wanted to remind you.”

I chuckled and shook my head. Shortly after, I drifted off to sleep, feeling proud of myself for what I had done.

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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panjakes · 3 years

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Runaway With Me

Parings:SunwooXblackreader

Summary:Yn and the prince have a secret relationship that has to come to an end... but not if Sunwoo can help it

You sigh as you put a few papers into a folder getting up from your chair. You walk into the Royal sitting room but not before knocking

“Come in”

You open the door walking over to the king

“Ah senator! This is my assistant Yn! She’s been with me since she was a little girl! Her father was my father’s assistant” he says patting your back

“Hello Mr.Senator” you say smiling and shaking his hand. It seems that all you do these days. Smile and shake hands of important people

“Hello Ms.Yn! My what a beautiful smile you have” he says giving you a smile

“Oh thank you! Uh sir I need you to sign these papers for me” you say handing the folder to the king

“Of course! Do you know what’s for diner?” He asks picking up his pen

“Uh I believe your favorite sir” you say to king on your heels

“Okay! I do wish you’d cook for us again your cultural food is delicious” the king says making you giggle

“Well thank you sir just let me know when and Id do it again” you say with a fake smile. Last time you cooked for the royal family you didn’t really want to but the king drop a pretty stack on your desk

“And she cooks? Yn please tell me has anybody courted you?” The senator asks

“Uh no actually. I’m always busy with work I don’t really have time” you admit

“The senator has a son around your age about two years older than you?” The king asks looking back over at the senator

“Oh yes my Hyunjae just turned 23 not to long ago! And I also have another son Juhaknyeon!” The senator says proudly

“Oh uh-“ before you finished your comment the king cuts you off

“I’ll give them your information” the king says happily

“Oh no that won’t be necessary” you say but your words fell on silent ears as the king starts to write on a paper giving it to the senator

You sigh as you take back the folder and bow before leaving. You close the door with a sigh. Why must those men be so persistent?

“Are you going to go through with it?” A voice says behind you causing you to jump. You turn around and see sunwoo. The prince.

“Go through with what sir?” You asks. He chuckles bitterly before pushing gently Against the wall.

“Are you going to let those boys Court you?” He asks

“What? Of course not” you say

“Yeah okay the only man courting you is me...now give me a kiss” he says smirking

“Sunwoo! We are in the palace!” You whisper

“I don’t care if I want to kiss my girl I’ll kiss my girl” he says still smirking. You lean up and give him a quick peck to the lips

“Really?” He asks with a raised brow

“Yes really I have work to do bye!” You say quickly running away back to your office

Ounce you reach your office you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. You and Sunwoo had been seeing each other for over a year now.

At first it was all just some fun but now you two were in a hidden relationship. Much to your choice. Sunwoo would love to have your relationship known. But he was a prince and you were a commoner. In what universe would that work?

You go and sit back at your desk and before you knew it you were lost in your work again. You didn’t even know it was late until a knock was on your door

“Yn? The king says it’s late” Kathryn, one of the servants says coming in

“Oh it is!” You say looking at the clock on your desk

“He asks if your going to the party tonight?” She asks making you sigh

“Do I really have a choice?” You sarcastically asks making her laugh

“I think we both know the Answer to that” she says closing the door. You sigh gathering your things to leave. You completely forgot about the party tonight. Good thing you bought your dress a week in advance.

You got home and did your hair and makeup. You put on your shoes and rush out the door back to the palace

You weren’t late but you should have been there a lil earlier. You wave and smile to the important people you’ve met before.

You great everyone quickly as you walk over to the king

“Good evening my king” you say curtseying

“Oh Yn you and your formalities!” He says pulling you into a hug. You groan and hug him back. You quickly curtesy to the queen and the princess

“Yn! The senators son’s will be here” the queen says. The king must have told her about earlier

“You are so lucky! They are so hot” the princess says earning a nudge from her mother

“Well I’m not really looking for marriage my queen” you say with a fake giggle

“Oh we all say that! I said the same thing! Now look at me! Married with children” she says laughing. You give a fake nervous laugh

You wish these people would understand your not interested.

“Oh here they come!!!” The princess says making you nervous

“Don’t worry Yn you look beautiful” the queen says. As if that’s what your worried about

“Good evening my king” the senator says as he and his sons now

“Senator price! How are you this evening?” He asks

“I’m well thank you! May I say this event is very nice” he says making the king chuckle

“Thanks to my lovely Yn!” The King says making you sigh

“It’s no big deal...really. I just sent out invites and got decorators and catering” you say

“And how are you this evening Ms.Yn? You look beautiful” the senator says

“Thank you Mr.price I’m doing well” you say

“These are my sons Hyunjae and Juhaknyeon. Boys this is Yn the young woman I told you about” Mr.price says

“Yes you did mention a young woman but you forgot to mention how beautiful she was” The boy named Juhaknyeon says taking your hand bringing it to his lips to kiss

If Sunwoo wasn’t running laps around your mind 25/8 this would have actually make you give an genuine smile

“Thank you!” You say

“May I please have this dance?” He asks you

“Uh no I’m sorry I don’t dance” you say giggling

“She’s lying we dance all the time” the princess says smirking your way. You glare at her as Juhaknyeon takes you to the dance floor

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen please do tell me are you with someone?” He asks

“Uh well it’s uh it’s complicated” you say as he spins you around

He spins you around just in enough time for Sunwoo to enter and see. He quickly walks over to his seat next to his sister

“Sunwoo! Your late” his mother says

“Why is Yn dancing with Juhaknyeon?” He asks ignoring his mother

“They’re cute right! He’s so going to court her” his sister says making his blood just boil.

“Everyone listen please!” The king says tapping his glass. Everyone stops what they are doing going to sit down.

Juhaknyeon sits down bringing you down on his lap. You struggle a bit trying not to make a big scene but to no avail. You gave up and say awkwardly on his lap

Sunwoo watches with jealous eyes. How dare Juhaknyeon touch his woman? And how dare you let him.

“I’d like to make an announcement! I want you all to meet some special and important...my soon to be daughter in law!” The king says smiling making everyone clap and cheer.

Just then a woman in a pink dress walked in with the biggest smile on her face.

“Daughter in law?” You whisper

“This is Hayumi! She will be marrying my son!” The king says pointing to a shocked Sunwoo. He locks eyes with you. You shake your head and get up leaving

Everyone runs up to Sunwoo congratulating him. But he wasn’t worried about that he was worried about you. Juhaknyeon noticed how upset you were and decided to follow you out the ball room

“Yn! Hey Yn! Wait!” Juhaknyeon shouts. You sigh rolling your eyes before looking back at him. You really don’t have time for this

“Are you okay! Why are you upset about the announcement?” He asks suspiciously

“It’s just...we’re bestfriends and I’m hurt that he didn’t tell me he was engaged” you say lying quickly

“Understandable my bestfriend got married and didn’t tell me. I would have been the greatest best man” he says making you laugh

“Yn! Yn!”

Sunwoo comes running out with pleading eyes causing you to roll your eyes. You didn’t want to hear it

“Yn let me explain!” He says grabbing your hand

“I’m going back to the party I’ll give you two a minute” Juhaknyeon says before turning and leaving. You wait until you hear the door close before snatching your hand away from him

“What do you want Sunwoo?” You ask bitterly

“Baby just listen! Let me explain myself”He says

“Explain what?! That your getting married to another woman?? A woman who’s not me?!” You ask bitterly

“Baby I don’t even know her! The sprung this on me to! I’m just as shocked as you!” He says grabbing your hands again

“Baby please believe me! I’ve never met that woman a day in my life. Nor do I want her! She’s not the woman for me you are” he says bringing you closer to him

“Doesn’t matter Sunwoo. Your a prince. I’m a commoner. We have no business being together.” You said stepping away from him

“Yn” is all Sunwoo says as he feels the warmth of your hand disappearing from his

“Go be with her. It’s for the best” you say walking past him back to the ballroom

“Runaway with me” Sunwoo says stopping you dead in your tracks. You turn around looking in his eyes. He was serious

“What!!?” You asks. He walks back over to you holding you in his arms

“Runaway with me. We can runaway and be together somewhere else” he says looking into your eyes

“But...you won’t be king if you-“ Sunwoo cuts you off with a passionate kiss.

“Who cares about being king if you can’t be my queen” he says holding your cheeks in both hands

“Sunwoo this is your home” you whisper

“Home is wherever you are” he says making you laugh

“You are so corny” you say making him chuckle

“What do you say?” He asks bitting his lip nervously. It was silent between you two before you spoke up

“Okay.let’s do it” you say firmly making Sunwoo smile

“Let’s do it

A week after the ball is when you two put the plan into action. You collected your last pay cheek and called in sick for a couple days. You packed light. A few clothes and shoes and Your hair supply. You were just waiting for night to fall. The whole day you were anxious.

Around 8:26 a knock was at your door. You opened it thinking it was Sunwoo but you were met with the royal guards. Your face fell and all you could think was “busted”. That was until the princess came from behind them

“Hello Ms.Yn the princess wishes to speak to you privately” one of guards say

“Uh okay come in” you tell her. She nods walking inside and you close the door behind her

“A duffel bag? Going some where Yn?” She asks

“Uh nah girl that’s just a small load of clothes” you say waving her off

“You and my brother are planning to runaway tonight aren’t you?” She asks making your jaw drop to the floor. How’d she know about your relationship? And how was she so spot on with the plan?

“Yeah last week I seen you run out the ballroom and I went after you to see if you were alright and over heard you and my brothers conversation. Never would have guess you two being together” she says giggling

“Sooyoung...please don’t tell the king and queen. I’ll just leave by myself I don’t want to get Sunwoo in trouble” you say putting your hands up in defence

“Tell? Girl please I’m not here to snitch I’m here to help” she says handing you an envelope. You slowly take it opening it seeing a bunch of money

“Sooyoung” you say but she puts her hand up with a smile

“Take it. You’ve been with this family since a little girl. You deserve happiness” she says hugging you. You smile and hug her back

“Thank you sooyoung I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you” you say pulling back from the hug

“No need to. Just write me back when I’m an auntie” she says making the both of you laugh

“Yn baby we have to go! There are hella guards outside your do-Sooyoung? Why are you here?” Sunwoo asks coming from the back door

“Just wanted to give you two a proper send off” she says smiling

“She knows” you say grabbing his hand

“I’m upset you didn’t tell me! I’m your favorite sister!” Sooyoung says punching Sunwoo in the arm making him wince

“Your my only sister” he mumbles rubbing his arm

“You two have to go before dad notices”sooyoung says wrapping her arms around him.

“I love be safe and careful” she says to him

“I love you to and I will” Sunwoo says grabbing your bag

“Take care of my brother Yn and I love you to” she says hugging you next

“I will I love you to sooyoung and thank you again” you say before joining hands with Sunwoo. You wait until sooyoung was out the door before you two ran out the back door to a loading dock

“My friends dad is sailor...he’s going to take us somewhere else” Sunwoo says kissing your forehead

“I hope this works” you mumble

“It will” Sunwoo says as you two reach the doc

“Sunwoo!!!”

“Eric!! Thank you for doing this for me man” Sunwoo says hugging the other boy

“It’s no problem bro anything for you” he says smiling then turning his attention to you

“And this must be her. Hi I’m Eric” he says shaking your hand

“Yn. Nice to meet you” you say tiredly

Just then a old man walks over to you three

“Sunwoo! How are you?” He asks hugging Sunwoo

“I’m good Sir it’s been a while” Sunwoo says smiling

“It has been now where do you need me to take you?” He asks

“Anywhere far away from here” Sunwoo says sighing

“I got you son! Is this the girl?” The man asks turning his attention to you

“Yes This is Yn. Yn this is Mr.Son he’s Eric’s dad” Sunwoo says introducing you two

“Hello sir” you say

“You have to be a special girl to have Sunwoo on a boat he’s never set foot on one of my boats ever” Mr.son says making you giggle

“I must admit I don’t like boats or water but for her I’d do it” Sunwoo says smiling. You yawn and lean into him

“My next stop is Kailua Hawaii. She should get some sleep” Mr.Son says

“Okay thank you again sir” Sunwoo says. Just then you could feel the boat moving.

“Come on baby let’s get you to a bed” Sunwoo says guiding you to a room on the ship. You sigh taking your shoes and clothes off laying in the bed

Sunwoo does the same laying next to you. He smiles grabbing you bringing you closer to him

“I love you Yn” he says making you smile tiredly

“I love you to” you say leaning in kissing his lips

“We’re going to be happy” he says

“Yeah together” you say falling into a deep sleep

#kpop #ambw fic #the boyz #sunwoo #x black reader #black reader #black reader insert #ambw #black girls are beautiful #kpop poc #sunwoo x reader #x black!reader

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writersblog20 · 3 years

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Everybody has a hard time, from time to time

Tom Hiddleston x Freader

Warnings: reader being drunk, little bit of anxiety but disguised as nervousness.Angst but not too much. Language. And feeling worthless. Readers boss gaslighting her but it’s not much. age-gap reader is 25. Implied smut sort of? But also not really

Words: 3470

Summary: The reader meets Tom Hiddleston and he asked her out on a date. But on the date she gets a call from her extremely drunken best friend….

A/N: I just went with it and I don’t even know what it turned out hahaha I'm also sorry for the spelling mistakes and stuff

Everybody has a hard time from time to time

Y/N was walking down the streets. Headphones in and 4 coffees on a tray. She sighed and started walking faster back to her stupid job. Her boss gave her a really hard time but lately it had gotten worse. She tried to calm down and take a minute but balancing lunch and coffee was definitely not on her resume. She was so lost in her thought that she got back to it until her butt hit the pavement pretty hard.

Everything went so fast and she felt the very hot coffee on her chest soaking her blouse. “Fuck!” she cursed out. “oh my god I’m so sorry” the man said who was kneeling besides her now trying to help her. “it’s fine. Just going to get fired now. but honestly it’s fine” you said in anger.

You looked up and to your surprise you saw it was your favorite actor Tom Hiddleston. Worry filled his pool blue eyes. you wanted to freak out but honestly you were more freaking out about your boss right now. “God I really am sorry ma’am. Let me pay for some new coffee!” he told you kindly. You carefully tried to dry your blouse. Tom got a dry sweater from his bag.

“please take it, god I’m so sorry” He told you with actual more worry in his eyes. “is there anything I can do for you? I can walk with you to your boss to explain what happened” he told you a little panicked. You chuckled at the sweet gesture and started to feel sorry for him because how bad he felt.

“It’s okay. I doubt that would change much.” He nodded. “are you hurt?” he asked you helping you up. “eh no I’m fine I think.” You told him. “I’m really sorry please take my jumper. I know it isn’t much but at least it’s dry” he told you and almost shove it in your hands. “thank you!” you told him and he looked a little more relaxed that he at least could do something for you.

“well I should go now.” you told him. “I do need that jumper back” he told you with a grin and you started to feel flustered. “right I’m sorry I….” he cut you off before you could finish that sentence. “I ehm never really do this but how about you give it back on our date? If you would gladly accept of course. My treat for what happened.” You were starstruck but you thought he wanted to take you on a date out of pity. “ you don’t have to do that Tom, you don’t have to take me on a date because you feel bad. Gives off the wrong signals.” You told him while cleaning your pants from the dirt on the ground.

“I’m eh Tom” he told you. You chuckled “yeah I know. Big fan” you said still chuckling and he giggled a little. He waited for you to say your name but you were lost in thoughts again. “oh I’m sorry I’m Y/N” he giggled and gently took your hand and placed a kiss on the top of it. “it’s really nice to meet you. And again I’m very sorry how we met” he said scratching his head. “it’s not all your fault. I was very lost in thought so I should've looked where i was walking” you told him.

“I want to take you out on a date because you are magnificently beautiful and now I have more of a reason to make it up to you. That’s why I want to take you out.” He told you with a gentle smile. “oh ehm well then I would love to go on a date with you” you told him flustered feeling extremely dumb at the moment. “Are you free this Saturday evening?” he asked you. “yeah absolutely” you told him. he gave you his phone and you put your number in it. “I’ll text you.” He said with a wink. “okay” was all you could say. You stood there for a minute before going back.

On your way you changed into Tom’s jumper and got new coffee and lunch. You made your way back to your job. You obvious got shit from your boss and you told her what happened but she wasn’t taking it. “you are absolutely worthless! You can’t even get some fucking coffee! I don’t even know why I hired you in the first place. You can go and you don’t have to come back” she told you

It made you furies. There was no way she would take you back and honestly you wouldn’t even want that. “That’s fine cause I wanted to quit either way. You are one horrible person and treat people like shit but honestly you are the biggest piece of shit in this whole building. Probably even in this whole city. So I don’t mind. Bye!!!” you told her and she looked dumbfounded by your sudden outburst.

You walked out of the building with your head up high and a big smile on your face. You really felt more alive at this moment. You got back home and that’s when it hit you that you still had to pay your rent. You started cursing and kicked a chair. You called one of your friends and he came right away to you. “Girl! You got some bad bitch energy! How you stood up against her… I mean damn. That and you have a date with The hot Tom Fucking Hiddleston! Girl you’re so lucky!” he told you while shaking a cocktail for you both.

You chuckled “I’m not gonna drink right now” you told him. “Girl you have better plans? You just got fired and you have nowhere to be right now so just take that drink and live a little! You’re 25 for god’s sake!” You chuckled again and took the drink from him. “you know what you should do? Sell your art! Finish that book that you were writing! I mean I’ve seen your work and it’s absolutely amazing! And since I’m in the art business I might be able to help you out in that and give you an exposition! ” He told you. “let me think about it okay?” you told him a little sad.

“babe you’ve got to stop being scared! You are absolutely amazing on every front! Everyone can see that except for you. So please let me do this for you” He told you. “I just don’t want to get my hopes up and be declined like almost always. I don’t feel good enough and I don’t think I can take another rejection again” you told him honestly.

“it’s life babes…. There will be times where you’re still going to get rejected but don’t let that bring you down. You have to keep fighting for it. And your art is worth fighting for. Believe me! I’m your most honest friend and I’m telling you this from the bottom of my heart. You are good enough! Hell you are more than that! You just have to believe in yourself!” you smiled at his kindness and thought about it. “you know what? Fuck it! Let’s do it!” you told him feeling strong! “yes queen! that’s my girl! Bad bitch energy!” you giggled and got immensely drunk to celebrate it.

~time skip~

The week got by pretty quick and as Luke told you, you got accepted and they were more excited to give you an exposition. You started to search for jobs that you would actually like and started writing again. Life was going good again and you felt so strong and confident until you had the date which would be tomorrow.

You were so nervous. Tom didn’t text you yet and you didn’t have his phone number so it was hard to get in touch with him. Anxiety got the best of you. What if he forgot? What if he forgot about you or changed his mind? Just when your mind got into overdrive you heard your phone pinged. You quickly got it and saw an unknown number. You felt your heart pound in your chest. You opened the text.

“Hello Love, It’s Tom. Are you still up for tomorrow? I’m sorry I didn’t get in touch sooner, it was a chaotic week.” It felt like you could breathe again and texted him back immediately. “Hey Tom, Yes I’m still up for tomorrow. Can’t wait!” You send the message and immediately thought you should texted him a different message. Your phone went off again. But this time he called you. You drowned your wine for some confident.

“Hey Tom.” You said a little nervous. He chuckled. “hello darling” your heart skipped a beat at the nickname and you felt butterflies I mean it was Tom Hiddleston for god’s sake! “I’ll pick you up around 5. Is that okay?” he asked you. “eh yeah of course sure! I ehm am looking forward to it!” you told him honestly. “me too darling” he told you with a chuckle. You both said your goodbyes and you put your phone down.

You tried to watch a movie to get your mind of off your anxiety. When the movie was over you tried to go to bed but you kept staring at your ceiling. I’m not like the other girls he dated. You thought to yourself. But then tried to set it straight by saying maybe that’s the point but then other thoughts consumed you. You tried to fight all the thought by positives one until the early hours of the morning. You finally fell asleep around 5 AM.

Once you woke up you got very excited. It was already 2 in the afternoon since you slept so crappy. You texted your Luke but got no response. You figured he was still asleep. You picked your clothes and 5 PM got around faster then you thought it would. You heard your doorbell and opened up. There he was standing Tom Hiddleston. Alongside with some flowers. No other date had given you flowers. He checked you out with his lips slightly parted. He chuckled: “wow you look amazing!” he said with a small blush creeping up on his cheeks. You giggled. “you too mister Hiddleston” you said boldly which made him chuckle again. He really did look great. He wore a small blouse and a blue blazer over it and jeans. “oh eh these are for you” he told you. You could tell he was nervous as hell which made you feel a little bit more at peace knowing that you weren’t the only one.

“come inside. I’m just going to put these in some water.” You told him and he followed you inside. He loved your apartment. It gave off such a warm cozy vibe. It felt like home. He looked at your art work on the wall. “I adore your apartment.” He told you which made you smile. “thank you” you told him kindly. “I’m ready to go” you told him with a chuckle. You got your coat of the hanger. “Here let me, please.” He told you and got the coat out of your hands and helped you in your coat. It made you flustered and swoon. God you were already falling head over heels for this men.

You both walked into a restaurant but it wasn’t a fancy one but more cozy. You loved it. You talked for hours and both drank some red wine. You both hit it off so well and you were absolutely smitten. And he was too if not more. You both were so much on one line it was amazing. You knew you would never find this again and it kind of scared you. You told him about your boss since he asked if you got trouble that day you first met him and you told the story until you got a call from Luke.

You frowned a little. He knew you were on a date and he would never interrupt you unless it was an emergency. “everything okay?” Tom asked you. “Yeah I just have to take this. I am so sorry!” He chuckled it’s fine” he told you reassuring. You nodded and walked off to the bathroom and picked up. “Luke? What’s wrong?” you asked when you heard him sobbing on the phone. You could tell he was absolutely smashed. “Can you please come to my place? I really need you right now. you can even take Tom with you but please” He begged you with an obvious slur. You felt your heart break for him. You sighed. “alright I’m on my way. Can you hang on?” you asked him. “yeah” he told you still crying. “Thank you so much Y/N I’m so sorry” he told you. “I know it’s okay. I’m on my way okay?”

You hang up the phone and went back to Tom. “everything alright?” he asked you and you felt so guilty. “I eh my friend he needs me right now. he is absolutely smashed and crying and I don’t know what is wrong but he asked me to come to him.” Tom looked at the table “I’m so sorry! I had a lovely time and I would love to do this some time again! If you still want to of course…” You said the last part a little softer. He smiled at you. “I eh could go with you if you’d like and if it’s okay with your friend.” Tom told you. “Are you sure? You really don’t have to” you told him. “I’m going to be honest with you. I really like you and I don’t want this evening to stop…. So if that means taking care of your drunken friend to be with you, I will. But I understand if you feel different.” This time Tom said the last part a little softer. You chuckled and felt your body filling up with love. “I really like you too Tom and in that case… Let’s go” you chuckled. He looked a little surprised but happy.

Tom paid the bill even when you tried to intervene but he wasn’t having it. “next time you can pay” he told you with a wink. You were flustered. He helped you to get your coat on and you both made your way. You slightly touched his hand and put yours in his. He looked a little surprised down at you. “I eh is this okay?” you asked him a little nervous. “it is, love.” You looked down a little with a smile. His thumb caressing the back of your hand softly. “I’m really sorry about this.” You told him honestly. “really it’s okay. I totally understand!” he told you truthfully.

You got to Luke’s house and you used your keys. “Luke? It’s me, where are you?” you asked him. you heard Abba blasting through the speakers. You immediately turned it down a bit. Empty bottles were laying everywhere. “Y/N?” Luke called out to you. You followed the sound and saw him laying by the toilet. You took of your coat and walked over to him and sat him down by the toilet. “What happened?” you asked him. he sniffled a little. “Cooper broke up with me and even over a text message” you looked at him a little sad for him. you went with your hands through his hair. Tom stood behind you but Luke didn’t notice yet. Luke started to laugh. Great mood swings you thought. Tom gave you a glass of water and you smiled a little at him. You gave the water to Luke. He looked up and saw Tom. Tom waved at him a little. “oh he’s so cute and hot!” he told you like Tom wouldn’t hear it. You started to laugh. You looked at Tom and he chuckled.

“I’m sorry I ruined your date” he looked at you and Tom. “we’ll there’s going to be a second so don’t worry too much about it” you told him and you looked at Tom who winked at you. Luke started to throw up and you both looked away. You softly touched Luke’s back to let him know you weren’t going anywhere. “you okay?” you asked after he was done. “yeah I think I can get up now.” he told you. “okay good let’s get you upstairs then.” You helped Luke up which was a challenge on its own. “here let me” Tom said and took Luke over from you. He put Luke’s arm over his shoulders and helped him upstairs. Luke started to stare at Tom.

“Luke…. You’re staring.” You told him. “I know.” Luke told you serious and furrowed his eyebrows at Tom. “Look. I’m thankful you help me but you better take care of my best friend alright! She’s an angel and don’t you dare to hurt her!” he slurred at Tom while you were already in Luke’s bedroom. “I’m not planning on it mate. I promise.” He told Luke. He narrowed his eyebrows. “yeah I believe that. Finally a good guy Y/N!” he yelled happy at you. You flustered again. You mouthed: “I’m sorry” at Tom and he just gave you a reassuring smile. You both put Luke into bed. You put an extra pillow under his head for the nausea. You put down a bucket and a glass of water beside him.

“please stay the night. I don’t want to be alone and your boyfriend can stay too” you were both flustered at the last part Luke said. “I’ll stay don’t worry. But you need some sleep now.” Luke nodded and turned around. “I love you” Luke told you sleepy. “I love you too” you told him and closed the door and leaned against it. “I’m really sorry about this. Normally it doesn’t happen” you told Tom a little embarrassed. He put a hand on your cheek “it’s okay love. Really we all have moments like this” you nodded. “well I need a drink now…. You want one?” you asked and chuckled. “yeah sounds good” he said and chuckled as well.

You both went downstairs and took out the empty bottles and after that made you both a drink. You sat down on the couch and Tom next to you. You both talked into the late hours and started to get drunk. You were leaning against Tom by now. you looked up at him and he looked down at you with love and adoration in his eyes. “please stay tonight.” You kind of asked him. “only if you want me to” he told you. “yeah I do. But just to clarify I never took a guy back home (or well my friends house) to stay the night” You told him with a chuckle. He laughed as well. When it got silence you just stared at each other.

His face ,slowly, started to get closer to you giving you enough time to pull away but instead you softly put your lips on his. His hand caressing your cheek and your hand in his hair slightly pulling at it as the kiss started to get heated. He pulled you on his lap, both of your legs on either side of him. His hands going under your shirt and stayed on your back. He slowly got up and laid you down on the couch with your legs around his waist. You broke from the kiss and put your hand on his chest. “Tom…. I don’t want to do it on the first date and definitely not here” you chuckled which made him giggle as well. “totally understandable!” He told you.

“I can go I you want me to” he told you. “no, please stay.” He gave you a warm smile that made your heart melt. You made some space so Tom could lay down as well. You laid your head on his chest and he went with his hands through your hair. Well this was definitely not the perfect date…. But luckily it was with the perfect guy.

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Chapter 12

They were going to the zoo. Richard had decided that after two months of her living in the Manor it was time to have some family bonding time. It didn’t matter that most of her time in the last months was used to get to know her new extended family or get reacquainted with her old one.

He was adamant that she needed the full Gothamite experience, so here they were on a Friday afternoon on a crowded metro, listening as the oldest one tried and explained how Metro’s worked to her. He was so happy, gesticulating and smiling, that she didn’t have the heart to tell him that she indeed knew how the metro worked, having lived in Paris for almost two full years.

After Damian, Richard was her favorite sibling, mostly because she had always seen him as a role model, as part of her training had been inspired by him and his trapeze maneuvers, but she did enjoy the warmth that she tended to feel when he was around. He was patient and had no problem explaining pop culture references to her. Not that she didn't enjoy spending time with her other siblings, it was just that Richard went out of his way to make her feel accepted.

Tim was a very busy person, and their interactions were reserved to 3 a.m. coffee hunts. He wasn’t bad, just closed off, and a little wary of her after his first experience with Damian. Not that she could blame him. But she was a bit closer to his girlfriend, Stephanie Brown, who would come to have dinner at the Manor every week.

And there was Jason. She refused to address him as her brother, that would just be plain weird. After the initial shock of finding each other again had worn out, it had taken a few weeks for them to finally address the elephant in the room. She could tell that he had struggled with the news that she was Bruce’s biological daughter.

“Dick, maybe speed the lecture a bit so we can still get to the zoo before it closes.” Jason was leaning casually against a wall, finding this whole situation funny. He was wearing jeans and his red leather jacket, nothing special, but if she was honest he looked rather handsome.

“It’s fine Jaybird, I was just wrapping it up!” He says with a smile, just in time for them to catch the next wagon. Because they spent at least 25 minutes listening to Richard’s lesson, the metro had emptied a bit so they were able to find seats. It was just the three of them, the others would meet them there, after being picked up by Alfred, Damian after school, and Timothy after a meeting.

“So… I know Bruce said not to ask, but I’ve been dying to know…” Richard starts unsure, afraid to cross a line. They were lucky to score seats in the same section, she was seated with Jason by her side, with Richard in front of him facing them both. “But how exactly did you two meet, I mean it was obviously at… Tibet-'' He caught himself before he could out them as members of the League, you never knew who could be listening in their conversation, so better safe than sorry. “- but why do you know Jason, but Damian didn’t?”

With a glance to the side, she was more than happy to allow Jason to explain that part. In the two months she lived at the Manor she saw how much they wanted to ask about their relationship, but kept their distance. Aside from Damian, they didn’t feel the need to inform the family about their past.

“Well, Pixie Pop here was the one to train me for the duration of my time in the Temple. Kicked my ass more times than I can count.” He says with a smirk, while casually butting an arm on the back of her seat. “She taught me most of what I know”

“Most of it?” She was indignant, but the smile on her face betrayed her true emotions.

“To be fair B didn’t totally suck as a parent.” She knew that he and Father didn’t have the best relationship after he came back from his time at the League, but according to Damian, it used to be way worse, not that she would know. Richard seems content with their explanation and didn't demand more information, even if he desperately wanted to. He respects their boundaries, and that only makes her like him more.

When they got to the zoo, Damian and Timothy were already there, but surprisingly Stephanie had tagged along, so now she wasn’t the only female in the group anymore, not that she cared, but she liked her brother’s girlfriend so the surprise was appreciated.

She had never been to the zoo before, just to see the attractions. The times she went to fight an Akuma did not count. It was a bit sad seeing all these animals stuck in a cage, and she could tell her brother felt the same. Damian always had a soft spot for animals, and would not tolerate if they were being mistreated. Not surprisingly, the Waynes made annual donations to the zoo to ensure that all the animals were well taken care of. When she first heard about that she was glad that Father cared about Damian’s interests enough to pay to support every zoo and animal shelter in the city. It helped ease her guilt for abandoning him for two years knowing that now she was not the only one who cared for him.

They spend the rest of the afternoon enjoying the animals. And Dick was glad he chose to go to the zoo as a family bonding experience. When Damian first came into the family he had taken him there, after discovering that his younger brother absolutely adored animals and he was happy to see that Marianne liked it as well.

Efficient as always, Alfred was already there waiting for them the minute they crossed the exit of the building. As she came to know, the men seemed to have a six sense when it came to all of them. Just by his aura, she could tell he wasn’t someone you wanted to cross, but she could see how much he loved each one of his grandchildren (because she could never kid herself to think of him any less than a Grandfather).

“I assume that today's activities were enjoyable.” The butler asks as he opens the back door of the limo for them. Richard enters first thanking the men.

“It was acceptable” Damian voices, as he too enters the vehicle.

It was a bit of a ride, seeing that the Manor was almost outside of Gotham, but she didn’t mind. Seated between Richard and Damian she spent most of the journey chatting with everyone. But by the time they arrived at the house everyone was a bit tired, so dinner was a relatively small affair. But not uneventful, because as revenge for Bruce bailing on family day, the boys started sharing with her all the shenanigans of her father’s public persona, Brucie Wayne. It was amusing to see this new side to her father, always so reserved and serious.

“If you are all finished sharing Master Bruce's embarrassing moments, I believe it is time for patrol.” Alfred as always came to defuse the situation before it could implode.

Because she spent most of the last two years fighting almost every single day, she decided that she needed some rest from her hero lifestyle. Even after her father asked if she would like to accompany them on patrols, she decided to turn it down for now. So while her family directed themselves to the cave, she made her way into her suite.

It was a beautiful room. Although the color scheme wasn’t something she would have picked herself, it fit with the furniture rather nicely, and her artist side appreciated that. The room itself was simple, but the red colors and the dark wood made the room seem cozier than it was. With a double bed with a canopy, two bedside tables, a vanity with a mirror, and a wardrobe, it had everything she needed. Her Father had encouraged her to decorate her room the way she wanted, and she had been tempted to do so, but ultimately decided to wait until she settled into her role as a family member before she went and added more change to the mix. What she had been very close to doing was adding a desk so she could draw and design, but after she discovered that there was a big one in the library just a few doors from her room, she dismissed the idea.

Quickly she showered and changed into something more comfortable than her street attire, before exiting the room and making her way into the library. It wasn’t as big as the one downstairs, but it had a big balcony that overlooked the gardens, so she liked to just sit in a shadow and sketch away. Damian had been kind enough to spare one of his unused sketchbooks and some pencils, knowing that she liked to draw just as much as he did. She leaned forward into the railing resting her arms and head, but still looking upwards.

The sun had already set, and she was glad that they were far enough away from the city that she could see some stars in the sky. Having lived in Paris, she had really missed all the stars she could see at night from her home on the League. One of her studies had been about the Astros, so she spent a lot of time as a kid contemplating the skies.

“It’s going to rain soon” A voice comes from behind her. Without having to turn around she knew who it was. A smile appears on her face.

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for patrol?” She asks, straightening her body, but still not turning around. She could feel the person getting closer to her until she felt a presence at her side.

“That’s the whole point. It's gonna rain.” He carries a hint of humor in his tone “And besides I prefer to keep you company, Pretty Girl. Besides, I believe Red Hood deserves one night off. The guy has been working hard.” He jokes.

With a smile she finally faces him. He had showered and changed, and without his red jacket, he looked so relaxed. It reminded her of their time in the League. Like that he looked so much like the angry boy she helped train. So young and while broken, so full of life and fight in him. He smirks at her but turns his face upwards to look at the night.

“You always did love the stars.” He commented, not looking at her. “It’s sad that here you can't see them as much.”

“It’s not that bad. In Paris, you couldn't see any. It was sad, but to be fair the whole city more than compensated for that. It’s beautiful there.” She recalled all the times she went on a midnight stroll around the city, just enjoying the architecture. “I could spend eternity drawing all the details in the buildings.”

“Do you miss it?” He asks, looking at her. His tone is neutral, but by his body language, she can tell he’s anxious for her answer. She had always been good at reading him, and she was glad that their time apart had not changed that.

“In a way…”

She sighs.

“I liked the city, but I spent most of my time there fighting and training. Not much different from before. It was like everything changed but was still the same. To be completely honest… I miss our time at the League the most.” She confesses but hurriedly continues. “Don’t get me wrong, it was hard! But still… at the same time…”

“I get it.” He interrupts her. He has a small side smile, and the dimples on his face make her want to freeze this moment and draw him so she could eternalize him. Instead, she gets closer to him, seeking comfort in his presence at her side. He embraces her. Securing her in his arms, her body pressed against his, her head buried in his chest.

It was funny to think that the most capable woman to take care of herself he knew, chose to be vulnerable around him. It made him feel loved.

“I miss it too.” He whispered in her ear. She raises her head, just enough that she can see his face without removing herself from his arms. Staying like this reminds her of all the nights he used to sneak into her chambers. And they would talk and hold each other for hours. It felt like it was just yesterday the first time he got the better of her.

“Focus!” She yelled while landing a kick at his unprotected left side. “You are unbalanced- in three moves I could have you on the ground again” She punched him to his right, but he was able to block her and tried to deliver a punch of his own. His knuckles were bloodied, and he knew that in the morning his ribs would hurt. But at this moment he was high on adrenaline. She dodged.

They were training for what felt like hours. But both were too stubborn to ask for the fight to end.

But just as promised, in three more moves he was on the ground. He tried to get back on his feet to continue with the fight but was stopped by a foot on his torso.

“That’s enough.” She helps him to get on his feet. “You were great! You could have overpowered me so many times! I left you so many openings!” She laughs. This was routine for them. After a fight, Marianne was usually so pumped with adrenaline that she spoke at a mile per hour. “We really need to work on your tactics this week. Oh! You also need to improve your stance, you’ve been favoring your right side too much. I know your ribs hurt but you still need to protect your body as a whole.” She comments only stopping to take a large sip of water. “Well, I am spent.”

“You’re spent? I’m the one that has been eating dirt for the whole hour!” He complains indignantly. She tossed a water bottle in his direction, which he grabs and happily finishes in a single gulp.

“Just another reason you need to study more!” She grins. And turns to exit the room, and while walking to the door turns to him again.

“See you in a bit” She winks.

When they meet again they are in her room. She’s seated on the bed sketching some view, while Jason sits on the floor sharpening his knife. They chat casually for some time, but ultimately end speaking about their training session earlier.

“That move would have totally worked!” He exclaims, knife long forgotten he now kneels facing her bed.

“There’s where you are wrong, you need strength on your fist on both sides to push my torso, otherwise I would easily be able to doge only one. You need two punches at different sides in succession for you to distract your opponent!” She explains in a hurry. Her thoughts jumped around her head.

“No way! If it’s strong enough, only one is needed!” He argues.

Worked up she threw her notebook to the side, forgotten. In a second she was up, signaling for him to do the same.

“There is no way. Stand there, pretend to be in stance.” She directs, and without a second thought, he complies. “Okay, so I come for your right side first, you are stronger there.”

Her movements are slowed, as she demonstrates the move. “That’s going to distract you, and keep you focused on your stronger side, leaving your weaker one unprotected.” She shows him where he left an opening for her. “So all I need to do now is strike again, focusing more strength now. Either a punch or a kick would do the trick.” As she goes to demonstrate her point, he grabs the incoming slow punch and pulls her into his body.

Unprepared she loses her balance, falling into his chest. In a second he secures her with his other arm, keeping her in his embrace. She feels her face burning with embarrassment. He caught her by surprise, and she felt ashamed.

“Hey that wasn't fai-” But he silences her, bringing his face closer to hers and giving her a heated kiss. It lasts for some time, but when they finally separate themselves he has a grin on his face.

“Just to be clear, I knew the move wouldn’t have worked. You just look cute when you're angry.”

And before she can protest he shuts her up with another kiss.

So this is by far the biggest chapter! Hope ya’ll like it! We finally get the story behind Jason and Marianne. Let me know what you think!

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