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firebunnylover · 6 years

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LoSH SU AU/Shards AU - Part 2 - Characters

Welp, this is officially the longer part of the AU explained post. Follow up to the first post here, this time going into the characters that are established so far.

Also. Don’t be surprised by who gets the biggest section.

The Crystal Legion (i apologize if i miss anyone you wanted to see on the list, its really hard to keep track of all of them, it's like herding kittens - but i'm trying to hit the main ones first, or at least the ones ive fleshed out so far - when i finish coming up with the others i'll make another post for characters).

To clarify on who the Leadership positions “belong” to in the main timeframe, it’s Superman, Kell, Lightning Lad, Cosmic Boy and Saturn Girl.

While the origin of Superman and Kell are still relatively to the original idea I posted (my idea of Pink back then has been obliterated...), where they were intended to be a single type gem made from an asteroid (preferably a Ruby duo for missions), but came out as a Ruby and Sapphire, and far too big. They came out just as Rose and Zhay started causing problems on Earth for the Homeworld colonizing efforts, so the Blue Diamond then had them go to earth to find the rebels with the offer that they will not be shattered due to being off-color.

Kal El, or as humans from the 20th century and onwards would call him, Clark, lacks pristine future vision desired from Sapphires. He usually gets fuzzy visions that can vary quite quickly depending on the different actions taken, rarely seeing anything clear happening in the future. He quickly fell in love with the Earth when he came across a human settlement and was taken in, where he was given the name Superman due to his unique abilities.

He almost forgot about his original mission, but was rudely reminded when he found Homeworld Gems trying to kidnap people to bring to the zoo. He quickly sided with the humans and fought off the other Gems, making him wanted by Homeworld. Rose caught wind about him, and went to see him. He was rather easy to persuade to join them, but served as the prompt to fight for other gems.

After the war, Kal spent more times with humans again, constantly helping whoever he can. Gained a fondness for children, and came to want one for himself. The problem being that when he learned of adoption, he came to think that he could take in children who don’t have any parents around in the immediate area. It got so bad that the other Gems finally built a fence when the human population got over 50 and a literal mob formed - the humans were scared away but enough was enough.

But you do not want to bring children any harm in his presence, for he will thrash you good. Signed up as a foster parent in the beach area, but due to a low population, never got to foster any kids. Was thrilled to help raise Cham as a baby… but was one of the few Gems that understood how to care for a human baby, and as a result got sleep deprived.

Kell El was, more or less, the unwilling tag along. Unlike Kal, he wasn’t as entranced with Earth or Humanity, sticking to his task of finding the Rebels, but as Rose was just about impossible to find for some reason (she figured out how to quickly get out of the last places she was spotted), he started making return trips where he had left Kal, the human settlement, as he was the only other gem for company.

When the Homeworld gems came to bring humans to the zoo, he found himself being flocked to by the humans as Kal was fighting off the invaders. Since he wasn’t witnessed by Homeworld soldiers, he wasn’t put on a wanted list. But quickly realized that even if he were to capture the rebels, that wouldn’t really be a guarantee on his safety, after stumbling into a Kindergarten and witnessing two new off-color gems being caught immediately, one being shattered and the other one being bubbled away. So he joined the rebels out of spite.

Post war, Kell was still not too crazy about Earth, but had developed a soft spot for the other gems he was still with, choosing to stay with them. His interactions with humans however got worse. They get angry, he gets angry, ugly fights. And then his worst habit came into development - stepping on others. Due to his larger-than-average-ruby size, he fails to notice anything below his torso unless it yells at him. This did not go well when Superman witnessed him stepping on several children. Kell found himself bubbled for an hour as a time out.

Rokk/Cosmic Boy was a standard Amethyst for guard duty, and had developed magnetic powers as a result of the soil of his kindergarten. However, he would join the rebels when he became fond of Imra and Garth, who he worked with. A few hundred years into the war, he found an Amethyst that had emerged late that came out from underneath where he did, thus was stunted in height. The small Amethyst imprinted on Rokk, prompting him to follow him back to the rebels, and was dubbed Pol. Soon, he and Pol became the closest gem duo, Pol constantly looking up to Rokk, and aspiring to live up to him. In an effort to impress Rokk though, Pol was shattered on the battlefield. This left a lasting mental scar, as Rokk was too afraid afterwards to even consider letting anyone he considers too young to join any fights or missions.

Garth, and Ayla, are both Orange Celestites with their gems cut, as Celestites are designated to having twin partners upon being made, and are typically meant to be higher than a quartz in term of rank. Was the one who convinced Rokk to follow after Imra when she left to join the rebels. Garth’s gem has one crack in it, which he got after Rose’s death, and he uses barite to fill it. Ayla is almost completely broken, thus she is kept in a bubble in the temple, as using a filling agent could cause more harm than good in her case. Lightning Lad… has a huge ego problem due to a combo of being both a rare cut and color of his gem type that are highly valued warriors in homeworld, and being seen as a hero on Earth.

Imra as a Rhodochrosite is a gem meant for controlling other gems and interrogation, with both psychic abilities and strength. But she preferred to talk things out with others rather than using force if possible, eventually finding herself fighting against the system and going to the Crystal Gems. Her discomfort on reading other minds without permission was the main reason why she never found out Rose’s true identity. Helped Garth and Rokk hold themselves together due to the states of the gems they were closest to. While not as into humans as Superman, she’s inclined to help them out, as she is more empathetic due to her powers, although she does draw a line with the whole adoption/abduction thing.

Querl was a Tourmaline made during the war, along with several other gems as Rough Diamonds, thus given the second name Brainiac 5 as he is among the 5th Gem to be inserted with a shard of the original Green Diamond, as new and artificial Diamonds were formed by Alchemy rather than the traditional method of gem creations. Rough Diamonds are engineered to be unable to discuss anything related to diamonds unless they get some kind of wave of the order not to say anything, so while Pink/Rose was suspicious of who he was, there was no way to get a clear answer.

Was quite literally dragged over to the Crystal Gems when Zhay and Kell captured him from Yellow Diamond’s court as a hostage. Despite that, he was rather indifferent towards the war on both sides, UNTIL he met Sapphire Superman, who he fell head over heels. Afterwards, he warmed up to the Crystal Gems and their purpose and sided fully with them, and grew fascinated with organic life, humans and their ability to change as a culture and evolve. Will not hesitate to dissect them though.

Brainy is responsible for inspecting everyone’s gems to make sure they are in good condition, and was the one who initially discovered that Kal and Kell both had shards in their gems. He insists on doing an inspection every earth year. Which everyone dreads. It’s like dental appointments for gems.

For the most part, life on Earth is good... at least... until his gem got a crack. That caused him... personality problems.

Tinya is an Obsidian from White Diamond’s court. She was previously under the care of a very kind Agate who did her best to treat gems equally under her and encouraged and/or pushed better treatment for gems designated to the lower classes, but frustration with the system and the inability to change it left Tinya cynical about Homeworld’s order and structure, fleeing to earth to assist the rebellion, hoping the new order will flip everything over. Still carries a lot of pride with herself, and is the troublemaker of the group as she now has no more high-court duties to worry about. Had only met White Diamond once, and she refuses to discuss what exactly happened.

Timber Wolf is a Jasper made on earth, not for fighting, but to experiment on. Was left with Mar Londo, a grey Agate put in charge of a new science program under Yellow Diamond to help further the war efforts. He was put under limited corruption on the physical level before being moved onto the mental stage, but escaped before the mental stage was finished. Upon being found by the Crystal Gems, Rose healed him enough to help him regain control mentally, but remained physically corrupted. Had a lot of respect for Zhay as they were both Jaspers, and was the only other gem who understood what she went through when she was partially corrupted.

Was and still is constantly mistaken for a werewolf by humans, and has come to have a love-hate relationship with the fall holiday… Halloween. On one hand, he can walk around without too many eyes on him. On the other hand, there are the humans that try to remove what they think is a costume, those odd movies with werewolves (some he can tolerate, others he burns whatever copies he comes across), and the candy eaters.

Bouncing Boy, a Dumotierite Quartz, was one of the gems that emerged after the war. He was very quick to adapt to life on earth and human culture, never knowing the stress of Homeworld expectations, and took the human name Chuck. The softest gem to ever exist, what Rose aspired to be but couldn’t fully capture - a caring person to those in need, and better at connecting to others in full honesty.

Prefers to shapeshift into a ball rather than summon a weapon for fighting. Is one of about half the gems that can tolerate eating, and likes it. Had more familiarity with raising human children, but his supplies of horror films he stashes has led to Cham watching films at a very young age that did give him nightmares.

Triplicate Girl came out of the ground long after the war… but it was before she was ever expected to. One of the earliest prototypes of the cluster, rather than being composed of shattered gems, her gems were deliberately designed to resemble a phantom quartz: Amethyst and Citrine together, encased in White Quartz. Due to the appearance, it was assumed she was a byproduct of the rushed gem production on Earth during the war. Came out looking more like the cluster prototypes, but due to the fact she’s not composed of shattered gems, was able to reshape herself to resemble a more human shape eventually. Was found by Bouncing Boy, and they bonded quickly.

As for the ability to split into three - she can split her light formation into three separate entities with distinct personalities, as a result of her gem being three different quartz types. However, the personality that has their gem depends on which one splits away first - whoever separates from the body first gets the gem, so they all get equal grabs on it. However, her ability to split up is limited by distance and time. A few days to a few week of her being separate is usually okay, but after a while, has to get back together otherwise they risk getting poofed due to the strain.

Shrinking Violet was a tourmaline that came out after Triplicate Girl. Her extended stay in the ground didn’t stunt her growth, but it did cause her shape shifting problems, as she can only shrink down from her original size. Curious on homeworld gems, she began pestering Brainy, as they are the same type of gem despite the different shapes - his is finely cut while hers is polished. While initially annoyed, Brainy found himself enjoying her company, as there finally was someone able to keep up with his scientific ramblings. Enjoys experimenting with mechanics and botany. Was captured by human children once as she was mistaken for a fairy. She eventually got out though. Can and will curse like a sailor.

Nemesis Kid/Hart is the youngest of the gems to come from the Earth, only coming out 500 years prior to the main events. As a Gaspeite, he was designed to act as an high-ranking enforcer for Homeworld with the ability to neutralize the ability of other gems. But that clearly isn't happening on Earth. As there is an age gap between him and the last few gems that came out before him by almost 700 years, he wandered around the Kindergarten before being found my Cosmic Boy and was taken to the others. Like Pol, he came to look up to Cosmic Boy as an idol, but due to Rokk’s strict rules on no young gems coming on missions, he has only been allowed during the last 50 years to come along.

Chameleon Boy, aka Reep, learned shapeshifting faster than any of the other gems, much to others confusion, who would all take a while to figure out how to adjust their forms. As a baby, everyone was constantly on alert when he was unable to be found, worried he might have shapeshifted into a small animal. During which Kell was forbidden to be anywhere NEAR the house by 300 feet, as he had stepped on Cham before - in his regular baby form.

As he got older, Cham quickly picked up on the odd glances made by everyone when anyone remotely mentioned Rose and Zhay, and learned quickly about the relationship between the two that the Legion knew, the shattering of Pink Diamond, and how his mom fell into a depression afterwards.

He has started a habit of sneaking out of the house to follow other gems during missions due to the sheer boredom, as well as influence from Tinya. Although Superman has been trying to convince the others to give him a trial mission.

Sometimes he will shapeshift to look like a regular human, but he can’t maintain it for long, compared to all of his other forms. He’s not really sure why.

Liggt, while looking like a fully corrupted gem - his appearance slightly similar to a sea slug, is aware of who he is and of his surroundings. However, Cham is the only one able to communicate with him, and Liggt tends to take long periods of sleep. Has a rather cheeky attitude towards humans, prides himself on being the son of Zhay. Is very soft, as he doesn't seem to have any bones, doesn’t get injured easily, and lacks a full nervous system, so Kell could step on him and the little guy wouldn’t notice much. Until the other gems are chasing after Kell.

Val Armorr is 100% human. He was on the run from the foster system before being adopted by the gems, and Cham began dragging him along when following after the other gems. Superman quickly noticed Val was very good at fighting, so he began teaching him how to spar efficiently. He is still adjusting to the gems and their lack of understanding of humans stuff.

As for life before the Crystal Legion… it had a bad start. His father was abusive towards him and his mom, and his mom began taking it out on him. When child services came when he was 6, his maternal grandparents didn't want anything to do with him. He got taken in by an elderly man named Toshiaki for a few years, who taught him how to fight, but he passed away when Val was 10. Since then he had been in and out of different foster homes before deciding to try making it by himself.

There’s been few people he’s willingly kept in touch from this period of time, one of them another foster kid who decided to also make it on his own - Billy Batson.

As for how he got stuck with the Legion, that’s for later discussions.

Gems and Humans that aren’t immediate members of the Legion - initially at least:

Lois Lane was a reporter during the Roaring 20’s, and literally broke into the temple at the beach to get evidence of the “Odd Jewelry Fellows” residing in what people considered an old cave. Superman found her, helped her get out as the rest of the gems were not in the best of moods and had a less than gentle method of removing things not meant for the temple, and was quickly smitten by her. After a while, he asked her out and they began to date, as well as go on investigations together. It didn’t last, but they remained good friends, all the way up to the current time period.

Also due to her explaining how humans can adopt children that aren’t genetically theirs, its her fault that the other gems eventually had to put up a fence because of Superman (HE CAME OVER TO HER PLACE AND CRIED FOR THREE DAYS STRAIGHT). Is over 100 currently, and it may or may not be related to her time with the gems.

RJ Brande is a successful businessman from Texas who enjoys travel a lot, and loved Zhay. He had problems back home due to his more liberal views on things compared to his traditional/conservative Southern family. So that was something he and Zhay could immediately relate to. Encouraged Zhay to try to reconnect to the remaining gems - and it went better than expected.

Hasn’t contacted his immediate family in years - he doesn’t want them targeting his twin boys due to their unhuman appearance, and their gem peers. Despite having to be out of town most of time, he makes an effort to drop by as often as possible, and to Video Call Cham as often as possible. Quickly welcomed Val to the family, and doesn’t press for details on his past.

Bruce Wayne - much like in the DC comics, a rich business owner with an alter-ego named Batman who fights crime. Does do the vigilante justice stuff in the Empire City of the AU, tracks down the Gems when he’s dealing with a bunch of criminals using shattered remains for bad crime stuff. Has already adopted kids - the batkids are equivalent to the Cool Kids (haven’t decided if he has all the batkids yet or if he still has to adopt a few more - Dick Greyson is definitely there tho). Has been hitting on Clark, and acting like a Sugar Daddy at times. Everyone in the Crystal Legion is semi-dreading the two actually being together because that would be two people with the vice of trying to adopt every single child ever.

Mekt is an off-color blue celestite. He didn’t have a twin when he came out of the ground, but as the war was going on at this point, no resources were to be wasted. So rather than being shattered, he was assigned to be an imitation Pearl - equivalent to a real Pearl with status and decorated and given makeup to look like one as much as possible, but more widely available and usually given to newer-high status gems before they get new Pearls. He got handed around for several years before his final owner, a Golden Beryl. His last owner was nice, and they did have a relationship, but there were on uneven levels of power for their relationship to really work in a healthy manner. Mekt eventually left with Ayla to join the Crystal Gems upon her persuasion. But like Garth and Ayla, his gem got cracked, although his were thin and across his whole surface, compared to Garth.

Post war, he left the Crystal Legion, and ambled across different cultures with humans, although whenever he needed to get more filling to replace what he lost, he would need to find Brainy to help, which was usually about half a century. Unlike the Legion, he did get into more sinister activities during his time after the war. During the 20’s, his more notable activity then was working with a mafia - as both a callboy and for dirty business involving alcohol as prohibition became a thing.

Later on, Brainy dragged him to the Temple to get his cracks filled, just a few months after Reep and Liggt were born. He had some experience with helping with babies before, and was appalled by the majority of other gems because they didn’t know squat about how to properly care for babies. As Superman was in desperate need of sleep (despite denial) and the other gems had missions to go on, Mekt was put in the babysitter position. Due to the soft spots he had for children, Mekt got a job to get stuff for them when RJ wasn’t necessarily available and the other gems said no. He will not tell the kids what TYPE of job. Not illegal. Just adult stuff.

As for serious relationships… he is attracted to Kell. Kell, being the oblivious one, can’t figure out when Mekt is flirting with him, at all, for the last 5000 years.

In regards to him being a Celestite vs his position in homeworld culture as an imitation Pearl, he sincerely wishes he was created as a Pearl, similar to people being trans. So he experiences some body dysphoria in regards to his gem not being a Pearl. He hasn’t told anyone about it outloud though. Well, no one in the Legion currently.

The late arrivals from Space - that would be Ron Karr, a Peridot. Like Peri in the show, he is in charge of checking the status of the cluster. He eventually comes to Earth with backup after he complains about the gems on Earth interrupting his mission, getting stuck on what he considered... filthy dirt ball at the time.

He’s one of the few Gen 2 Peridots that can still shapeshift, which he’s as good at as Cham, although he’s still stunted in height. As for his relationship with Mekt, as they were teammates in the LSV in the cartoon show, Ron-Karr quickly writes him off as some cheap faux-pearl and even offers to be his new owner, which served as a catalyst for the two to have a fight. But afterwards, they smoothed things out, and form a pretty calm friendship. So calm they end of being roommates at the barn.

Has called a Diamond a clod. Notably the Diamond who replaced Pink shortly after the war.

#losh #shards au #su au #legion of superheroes #you guys shouldn't be surprised by who's part is the longest #at all #he's my trash baby #I swear I've worked on the others

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quirkless-accident · 3 years

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A bnha/dp request if you're taking:

Yamada brings home a cool thermos from the thrift store because the ones Aizawa takes on patrol keep getting damaged. Neither of them expect a boy to come out of it.

(Authors choice how long he's been in there)

It started with a small, black thermos.

It was a simple, dinged up thing that Shouta had gotten from a thrift store. There was a cat sticker on it that Hizashi had stuck over the dent to make it less noticeable. It was arguably the one that lasted him the longest, until he lost it to a small-time villain with a magnet quirk.

He lost a good thermos, and good soup that day.

The next one he got was a bright, hideous yellow one that had been a gift from Hizashi. It lasted him a week before it was knocked out of his hands and crumpled beyond repair during a training exercise from his second year students. Needless to say, their training had been especially hard that day.

The blue one after that lasted a month before he just straight up lost it.

And Hizashi, bless his heart, was at his wits end.

So Shouta isn't surprised when his husband walks in with a giant, clunky thermos that clashes with everything he's ever worn. And considering his wardrobe is a collection of mostly blacks and greys is pretty impressive.

"The guy at the thrift store said this one was basically indestructible," Hizashi told him. "He dropped a box of hammers on it and it didn't even dent. It should last you for at least a month. Think you can handle it?" His voice lifts in a teasing way that has Shouta rolling his eyes and snatching the thermos from his hands.

"Thank you, 'Zashi," he says, placing a kiss on his husband's cheek. He stand up and walks to the kitchen, Hizashi at his heels. There's a fresh pot of coffee that has his name written all over it.

Until it doesn't.

It's just a thermos. A regular, ancient, beat up thermos.

So why does a glowing kid and a stout little blue guy in overalls tumble out?

"The Box Ghost is finally free!" The blue one yells triumphantly. The kid with white hair blasts him with some kind of green energy beam from his hand before snatching the thermos from Shouta. He presses a button on the outside and the Box Ghost is quickly sucked back in. He caps it quickly, and turns to the pro heroes. Hizashi's jaw is on the floor, and if Shouta wasn't usually so stoic, he wouldn't be far behind.

"What the fuck just happened?" Hizashi asked.

"It couldn't have waited till I started my patrol?" Shouta grumbles, taking a step forward.

The kid had white hair, toxic green eyes, and a splash of freckles across his cheeks. He was incredibly pale, and judging from the temperature drop, incredibly cold.

"Sorry about the disturbance," the kid says in near perfect Japanese. Which, considering his very European features, was unexpected.

"Who are you?" Shouta asks.

"I'm Phantom," the boy shrugs. "Though I'm not from around these parts. It's probably why you haven't heard of me."

"I can't think of anybody named Phantom anywhere," Hizashi said. Between the two of them, he was the one that kept up with up-and-coming heroes from other countries just in case they had to work together or if he miraculously got them on his radio show one day. Since he was fluent in three languages it would be pretty easy to do in theory.

"Where are you from?" Shouta asks.

"Uh, Amity Park. It's in America," Phantom says. He pulls his legs up to sit cross legged in the air, and Hizashi's eyes go wide.

"How are you doing that?" Shouta asks. Phantom looks down at his legs as if he wasn't sitting in the middle of the air. He shouldn't be able to do that. He had green blasts that came from his hands. How many quirks did this kid have?

"Uh, I don't know. I just do? It's kind of like-well you don't think about breathing. You just do it. It's kind of the same thing with flying for me."

"No, I mean-you already have a different quirk. With your hands. So how are you doing that?"

"I don't understand-what's a quirk?"

If it wasn't for the genuine confusion on the boy's face, Shouta would have thrown his capture scarf around him and hauled him to the station for wasting his time. But there wasn't any kind of deception in those bright, unearthly green eyes.

"...Kid," Hizashi asked, a frown tugging at his lips. His brows creased together with worry. "How long were you in that thermos?"

Shouta wasn't surprised that his husband had caught onto that faster than he had. Hizashi has always been smarter than people give him credit for. But...It's been over two hundred years since the start of quirks. Has this kid really been in there that long?

"Uh...I don't know. A few days? What's the date?" He looked even more confused now.

"Kid, it's 22xx," Shouta answers. The boy's eyes go wide with a melting pot of emotions. Fear. Anguish. Grief. Worry. They all flash in his eyes in a split second, before settling on denial.

"What? No-there's no way. I-I have school tomorrow. I was supposed to meet up with-with my friends and go to the arcade. There's-there's no way. You're just-you're pulling my leg with all this time travel and quirk bullshit. And you never even answered my question."

"A quirk," Shouta starts, low and calming, "is what we as a society call powers. Eighty percent of the world's population have them. I can temporarily erase someone's quirk. Hizashi let's out a sonic attack when he yells."

"Prove it," Phantom says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Because-because nobody but me has any powers. And-And I'm not even supposed to have them. I'm an accident. So-so just prove it."

Shouta and Hizashi just share a look, but eventually comply. Without warning, Shouta activates his quirk on Phantom. His eyes are glowing and his hair has lifted, but...Nothing happens. Phantom is still sitting there, cross legged in the air with a raised, unimpressed eyebrow.

"Why isn't my quirk working on you?" He asked, more to himself than anybody.

"Because I don't have a quirk," Phantom tells him. "There's-okay. If humans have evolved this much in two hundred years, there's got to be a biological component. But since I'm from before quirks started popping up, I don't have that biological component that you can block or erase or whatever. Or there are certain limitations to your quirk that prevent it from working on me."

And. Okay. Neither of them were expecting that kind of on-the-fly analysis from the kid. He was evidently incredibly smart.

"The only people my quirk doesn't work on are those who have mutation quirks," Shouta explains. "If someone has four arms, if I activate my quirk on them the extra two won't go away."

"Oh, that makes sense, then. I've got, like, an extra organ that produces my ghost powers. But what about him?" Phantom gestured to Hizashi.

"Unless you want your eardrums busted I suggest not," Shouta said, pulling out his phone. "But here's one of the number two hero in the country."

He turned his phone to Phantom, showing him the news clip of Endeavor battling some huge villains. Phantom frowned.

"Okay," Phantom said.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Kid, for just finding out that you're two hundred years away from where you're supposed to be you sure are calm."

"There's...Not a lot of options for me," Phantom told them. He spoke slowly, as if talking would suddenly make ideas and theories appear in his head. "I could try and get back to the Ghost Zone. I'm friends with Clockwork and he could send me back in time to where I'm supposed to be. But I would need a way to get to the Zone. And that's on the hunch that he might help-which, considering it would probably effect the timeline, it's highly unlikely he will. Or he'll give me some cryptic bullshit about following my heart or some shit. As if I didn't already have a fucking life before being stuck in this dumb thermos for a couple centuries."

"What are the other options?" Hizashi asked.

"I stay here, in this world," Phantom shrugged. "I..." his voice cracks, a quiet, broken sound that both pros almost can't hear. "I start over. I figure out what the fuck is going on in this world. Be a hero or an astronaut or something. Forget I ever had a past life in Amity."

"Well, let's not give up hope. I'm sure there's a way to talk to this Clock guy-"

"-there is but there's no way to get to him. I'd have to build another portal from scratch and I don't have the blueprints. So unless a natural portal conveniently shows up, I'm stuck here."

"Well," Shouta says, stepping forward. He places a hand on Phantom's shoulder. "Since you're stuck here, you can stay with us. We can work out some way to get you home-or at least find a way to get you answers. In the mean time, we can get you proper papers and catch you up to speed. Does that sound good?"

"It's not like I have much of a choice," Phantom says. He uncrosses his legs and places his feet firmly back on the ground. It's in this moment, that he looks absolutely exhausted. His shoulders are slumped and there are terrible bags under his eyes. Like he's been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He's from a time where quirks didn't exist. But he still had power.

He was the only hero in the whole world.

Shouta can't imagine how fast this kid has had to grow up. And he doesn't even look sixteen.

"I'm sorry, kid," Shouta sighs. "I can't imagine how hard this is for you right now."

"It's-it's not a big deal," Phantom shrugs in a way that says the opposite. "Anyway, if I'm going to be staying with you-and since super powers are normal-I gotta show you something."

He takes a step away from them both, and lets two white rings split him at the waste and travel up and down his body. When they disappear, he's got raven locks and icy blue eyes. He's wearing baggy clothes that hang off of his thin frame. Whether it was from unfortunate circumstances or just the style two hundred years ago, he wasn't sure. He doesn't have time to think about it. Not when Phantom is taking a step forward, his hand outstretched.

"Hi. My name is Danny Fenton. It's nice to meet you."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #hizashi yamada #present mic #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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merakiui · 3 years

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Idk about this but riddle, man I really like him. If anything else I just want a lot of angsty hey! Can I ask? Can you write about riddle going to reader's marriage or something? Like he isn't the groom but the guest. And all he can do is watch his crush kiss another guy and marry him Infront of him. AHH I just want angsty anything is good! I beg you!!!

OHH wait!! Hear me out. What if the man you're marrying is Trey? And what if Trey names Riddle his best man?! AAAAAA

When Riddle first hears news of Trey's engagement, he's very happy for him! He congratulates him and asks who the lucky person is, and the moment Trey tells him it's you part of Riddle just...shatters. He's not sure why he's so surprised, considering you and Trey have always been close. But in the back of his mind he never actually thought anything would come out of it. He had always thought that he might have a chance with you, despite never even reaching the threshold of a romantic relationship. You and Riddle have always been good friends and for the longest time he remained in that exact zone, keeping his feelings for you a secret because he never had the right time to confess.

He feared rejection the most and was stuck watching from the sidelines as you entered a relationship with Trey. It hurt back then, when he witnessed romance unfold between the two of you. And all he could do was offer a polite smile, acting courteous for the sake of his reputation. This is his close friend Trey, after all. He doesn't want to interfere with a friendship and a relationship. But he definitely hoped the two of you would break up soon. It's a terrible thought; he knows he shouldn't ever think of such horrible things, but he couldn't help wishing to be the one that you affectionately call your boyfriend.

Now he gets to watch from the sidelines once again as you and Trey exchange vows and share a kiss that seals it all, cementing the two of you as a married couple. Riddle was so certain he wouldn't shed any tears. It's unbecoming to cry over something that's out of your control. For the most part, he was able to keep his composure. As the months passed by and he aided Trey in making plans, he never cried. Of course he would lament to himself all of the missed opportunities as he would lie awake at night, reminiscing every moment where he was so close to confessing. He didn't cry when Trey was looking at suits and going through various themes for the wedding. He didn't cry as he organized everything a best man is meant to organize and he didn't cry at the bachelor party.

And as he holds the rings and eyes how they wink back at him in the sunlight, he still doesn't cry. He won't cry.

Riddle thinks you look absolutely stunning in your attire. You're so radiant and perfect. He can't stop staring at you from where he stands near Trey and he wishes that the two of them could swap places. It should have been him; it really should have. But it's not.

He doesn't cry when he gives his best man speech. He doesn't cry when he looks at how cheerful you and Trey are, smiling at one another. A portrait of true love. This is a day for happiness and tears of joy, not mournful tears. Yet as the hours trickle past, the gaping hole in his heart only grows and grows and grows.

It's once he returns home from a long day that he breaks and the tears finally fall. His home is quiet and empty, a hollow shell that's lacking so much life. Of course he's happy for Trey. He has to be happy because he's Trey's friend and the two of you were 'meant to be' as everyone was saying at the ceremony.

He's happy for you and Trey. He is, even if the last emotion he feels right now is joy.

#twisted chit chat #riddle i'm so sorry to subject you to this pain but...#i just had to ramble about it

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bonnymori · 3 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."

#itadori yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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its-afucking-mess · 3 years

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Backstage shannenigens

Thomas x y/n smut lol

prompt: thomas fucking your throat literal seconds before performing

prompt by: aaa dont exactly who but it was from zodi's asks for slutty saturday :)

(zodi: @icouldbeyourpuppet )

Masterlist :)

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" Eyyyyy!"

Everyone's head turned towards you. Their faces were all laced with stress, but they seemed glad to see you.

" You all good? I can smell your stress."

The band looked at you with judgemental silence.

" Yeah, I get it, no jokes. It is your longest run after Eurovision, I shouldn't be surprised."

Trying to lighten the atmosphere, you excitedly point at the bag you were holding.

" Well I brought you guys a gift." You said, pulling out a medium sized bottle.

" Energy time babes! Drink up, you'll need it."

You start handing out the sports drinks to the band members, each one getting a different colour.

" What the fuck is this?" Damiano asked, pointing at the bottle's cover.

" I thought I asked for energy drinks," Damiano uncapped the bottle, taking a whiff.

" You know, like redbull or something."

You rolled your eyes.

" These are healthier. They are meant for athletes, they have to have some benefits over redbull." You replied.

Victoria and Thomas were the first to try the drinks, their facial expressions remaining neutral.

" And, they have different flavours."

You looked back at Ethan, who was chugging his drink down.

" That has to be a plus." You said through giggles.

" I could get behind this." Victoria said, slamming the bottle on the coffee table.

You look at your boyfriend, Thomas, seeing if he approves of the drinks.

Nervousness was painted all over his face still, but he gave you a reassuring smile from where he sat.

" Well, Damiano. It seems it's 3 to 1."

You pulled another drink out and took a sip for yourself.

" You lost."

Damiano dramatically dropped his head back, pretending to be shocked at the results.

Your banter was cut short however.

" Måneskin. You're going out in 15. Check your stuff."

Everyone looked around themselves, checking their clothes for any disfiguration.

When all confirmed the lack of any clothing catastrophes, the stage manager instructed them to get their instruments.

And that's when it began.

" Where's my guitar?" Thomas asked, looking around the room.

"How would we know?" Victoria said, wearing the strap of her bass.

" Well, I can't perform without it!" He said, panickly looking behind the couches.

" In 10!" The stage manager said, popping his head backstage.

" Yeah, no. We are missing the guitar." Ethan said, looking with Thomas.

" I have to check further down. It must be in the rooms." Thomas said, rushing down the hall.

You quickly followed, wanting to help with the search.

The dim lights of the halls came in big contrast with the bright light coming from Thomas' room.

You could see him rummaging through his stuff, but to no avail.

" In 5, team." The stage manager yelled, and Victoria prayed that Thimad found his guitar quickly enough.

" For fucks sake!" Thomas exhaled, falling on the carpeted floor.

He wiped his eyes with the inside of his palm, trying to push back tears of frustration.

" Hey, come on." You said, kneeling down to him and trying to soothe him.

" I'm sure it's somewhere here." You said, getting up and looking yourself.

It seemed, in his frustration, he didn't bother to check the guitar case, which is ultimately where it was.

" See? All is okay, your guitar is here." You said calmly, passing it to him.

" Like I haven't already ruined the show." He said, sniffing.

With a pout, you raised him by his collared shirt off the floor, pressing your lips against his.

The kiss was meant to be short and encouraging, but it quickly took a turn down the passionate path.

Shortly parting for breath, you hoisted yourself on his waist, legs locking around his back, before reconnecting.

There was insatiable lust behind your kiss, Thomas' hunger shining through and being boosted by his previous frustration.

When he pulled away, you tried to kiss his collarbone, but got pushed away from that area.

" Not there, not now," he said sternly.

You tried to kiss his jaw, but noticed the guitar sitting behind you.

" Shit, you have to go." You said, unlocking your legs and setting them on the ground, standing up properly.

" Not fair…" He whined, trying to pull you back.

You caught sight of a prominent bulge coming through his loose pants, and couldn't help but giggle.

" Walk it off. You have a performance." You said, noticing your tone came out as.more suggestive than intended.

He looked dead into your eyes.

" Walk it off? How?" he asked, as if it was an obscene request of you to make.

" Just do." You smirked, trying to walk away.

His hand flew out and caught your wrist, bringing you back to his chest with ease.

" How about you finish what you start, hm?" He said, eyes darkening as he pushed you on your knees.

You looked back at him with uncertainty, yet still itching to pull his pants down as quickly as possible.

" But, you are going out in 2 mi-" You started, but he shushed you.

" Make it quick then." He said, unbuttoning the button of his pants.

" We can't go out without our guitarist." Damiano explained, but he wasn't heard.

" Then get him here."

There was brief silence, before the stage manager continued.

" Look, we have guitar playbacks for all the songs performed tonight. Until he shows up, that's what we will use," he suggested.

" Unless, you have any other ideas?" He asked.

When he received no reply, he sighed.

" Alright, champs, go get it."

The band members, minus Thomas, entered the stage, preparing to perform.

Carefully, you removed Thomas' cock from his pants, relishing in his sigh of relief.

You smirked, starting by teasing the head with your tongue, flattening down and letting inch after inch slowly enter your mouth.

You then pulled away and swirled your tongue around the head, using your tongue to pull apart his slit and taste his salt.

He was holding his breath without realizing it, too enraptured by the view of your lips wrapping around his member and your head moving up and down, up and down, matching the speed of your hand's thrusts.

In the background, music had started playing, and that edged you to be quicker.

A mixture of embarrassment, for holding Thomas behind, and thrill, from publicly sucking him off while the others were performing live, was settled in your mind.

And it drove you crazy.

You started moving slower, knowing it drove him crazy too.

Your tongue was making less, yet more precise movements, aiming for all the spots that made him squirm.

With a lewd pop, you pulled off and slowly pumped, giving his head kitten licks to tease him.

You knew it was a matter of time before he had enough of your teasing and took over, and he did.

His first few thrusts were shallow, giving you time to adjust.

His pace slowly growed, and the performance in the background moved you both to hurry.

You started to work him with your tongue alongside his thrusting, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.

“Let me get a good look at you. Let me see your eyes, pretty princess.”

You slowly opened your eyes (you hadn't realised you had closed them) and tried to look up, the strain making them water. That made him let out a groan.

"That’s right. Look at you. My little toy with their lips around my cock. That’s hot as shit. You’re so fucking sexy.”

Your eyes slammed shut again as you continued to work with his thrusts. Your tongue moved in a sloppy, messy way but it made him feel so fucking good.

You sucked and licked and kept up a momentum that was so painfully wondrous that his skin was crawling. You didn’t even ask to stop when he started to buck his hips because he was seconds away from finishing.

“Baby, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum and you’re going to swallow every last drop, got it beautiful? With your perfect, tight throat.”

You prepared yourself, pulling almost all the way out whilst dragging your teeth over his shaft.

“Fuck, baby, yes!”

He held your head down with both hands when he came, feeling the thick strands of white viscous fluid escape his cock and hit the deep walls of your frail throat.

You tried to swallow most of it, yet a bit managed to leak out your mouth, running down your jaw.

Many thoughts were crossing your mind, all the while Thomas came down from his high.

A sudden quiet from the back reminded both of you of the situation you were in, slightly panicking.

Thomas got up in a frenzy, tucking himself away, and checking his clothes in the mirror for any stains.

His thighs lightly trembled when he walked, you noticed as he picked up the discarded guitar.

You smiled at him pridefully.

" We," he said, hastily wearing the guitar's strap.

" -will talk after the show." He completed, blowing you a kiss and running out, down the hall, closing the door behind him.

bonus:

The time for the guitar solo was nearing, and Damiano was worried, delivering still the final words of the chorus as usual.

Closing his eyes in anticipation, he walked over to Ethan, sitting on the steps under the drum set.

As the time arrived for the solo, Thomas slid in on his knees from backstage, jamming out while the crowd roared at his sudden appearance.

Victoria and Damiano both sighed in relief, and so did Ethan probably, they couldn't hear.

The song ended and sparks flew from the stage, the crowd's applause deafeningly loud.

" Were the fuck were you?" Ethan asked, turning to smile at the crowd from closer by.

" The guitar needed to be re-stringed." Thomas lied, playing some spare chords.

The other three looked at each other knowingly, and Victoria patted his head.

" Next time, try not to fuck 10.minutes before a performance, m'kay?"

All snickered at Thomas' shocked and embarrassed look, quickly changing theme as the lighting shifted and the next song started.

#måneskin #måmeskin fanfiction #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi #damiano david #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #zodis requests :D

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Familiar stranger | Helmut Zemo

Requested by @realremyd

Female Reader!

The moment is eyes had landed on you, so many things happened at once. He zoned out Sam and Bucky, he took a step away from you, his heart seemed to clench in his chest, and all he could think was 'it can't be.'

Right there in front of him was the spitting image of his wife. Well, maybe not exactly, but you did hold such a resemblance to her. It was like she was right there with him again.

You were looking at him. The others too, but it was you he found hard to look away from.

"Who are you?" He asks, needing to know if his mind was playing tricks on him.

"Y/N."

A sigh of relief escaped him. Was he relieved though?

He was obviously making you uncomfortable with the way he was looking at you, so he turned his head away. Yet, your presence felt loud. He would never be able to look at you without seeing her.

It got worse.

In Madripoor you were required to wear a disguise. You were the last to come out in the clothes he had got for you, and once again he was struck by the sight of his wife.

Often they would both dress up and go out for the evening. The outfit he had chosen, though he wasn't sure if this was intentional or not, really made you resemble her all the more.

He couldn't take it.

Zemo avoided all eye contact with you. He focused his attention on the boys, finding it easier that way. Even when he stated your role in this he wouldn't look directly at you.

You wondered if you had done something to offend him, which kind of hurt. You always did your best to get on with anyone you worked with, but obviously that wasn't happening here.

Perhaps it was best to stay out of his way.

Things took a turn: a bounty was placed on your heads because of the death of Selby, all of Madripoor was coming for you, and Sharon popped out of nowhere to rescue you.

Back at her place, you changed into something less flashy. You wanted to tone down the outfit a bit and wear something a little more you.

Zemo couldn't help thinking that you looked much better this way. Though he still saw his wife's face, you looked more like you. You suited you.

Down in the club it was easy to avoid you. Zemo blended into the crowd... kind of, and you stuck to the other side, enjoying your own time here.

You left before all of them.

When the boys left the club and went back upstairs, they found you sleeping on the sofa. You had kicked off your shoes and, obviously, made yourself comfortable.

He couldn't look away.

Zemo sat down near by and looked at you. This was a good chance to look at you without making you uncomfortable.

"How can you look so much like her, yet be so different too?" He whispered the question.

Not really realising what he was doing, he tucks some hair away from your face. You can't possibly be all that comfortable or warm here. Not wanting to overstep any boundaries by carrying you to your room, he gently lifts your head enough to put a cushion under it. He then grabs his coat and drapes it over you gently.

He leaves you to sleep in peace.

You wake up rather slowly. You had been extremely tired when you got back last night. You had enough fun in the club and excused yourself, passing Bucky on the way out.

You sit up. The coat falls from your shoulders and into your lap.

Zemo's coat.

You blink away any tiredness to examine it, running your fingers across the fur. It was soft.

Why did you have his coat?

It dawned on you that he must have out it there himself. No one else would touch it otherwise.

It smells like him.

You look up when you hear someone approaching. It's the man himself. He stops like a deer in headlights when your eyes meet his. Before he can turn around and leave, yoy call out to him.

"Wait!"

He stays standing, looking at you curiously. It still hurts to look at you, but your voice is so much different, it makes him remember who he is looking at.

"Thank you."

He looks at the way you're holding his coat. The way your have a hand resting over the fur collar, clearly finding the feel of it satisfying.

For some reason that pleased him.

"You're welcome."

You smile. It's not her smile. It's your smile. He likes it.

You stand up and hold his coat carefully, taking the utmost care in handling it. You held it out to him when you stopped a little closer to him.

He takes it. His eyes never leave you. This is the longest he has looked at you at any one moment.

You're still smiling.

"I have to ask," you begin, "have I done something to offend you?"

His lips part ever so slightly as be tilts his head a tiny bit.

"Offend me?"

"Yes. This is the most you've looked at me since we met. You don't really talk to me and you seem to avoid me when possible." You gaze down at the floor.

He can hear the disappointment in your voice. He can see the way your hands fidget in front if you.

It seemed to really bother you that he was avoiding you.

"It's nothing you have done."

You look at him with concern.

"Something I've said?" Not that you've spoken to him much.

"No."

"Then, please, tell me how I can fix whatever this is. I would quite like for us to get along while we work together," you were pretty much pleading with him.

He clutches his coat, but you don't seem to notice.

"You remind me of my wife."

The way your head shoots up to look at him tells him he caught your attention. There was no going back now.

"You look so much like her and I can't take it," he whispers. "It is not your fault at all, but I cannot look at the face of someone I loved and failed greatly."

You're at a loss for words.

"But I know you're not her. The way you speak, the way you dress, the way you look when you're sleeping soundly... that's all you."

You stand there quietly.

"If you'll excuse me." He turns on his heel and leaves the room.

Helmut doesn't speak to you at all at the dock. He ignores you further on the plane to Latvia. You find yourself looking at him a lot more, but he doesn't even glance your way.

When you arrive at the safe-house, you immediately seek out a bedroom and try to stay out of everyone's way.

Sam comes to look for you. He can see something has happened and he's concerned it's a problem.

"Y/N? Open up."

You open the door to him.

"What happened?"

"What do you mean?" You ask, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Between you and Zemo. You're ignoring each other more than usual. If this is going to be a problem, I think we should at least talk about it."

"I think it's best I tap out now. You still need Zemo, right?" You ask, avoiding his eyes.

"Possibly, but not for much longer. Why? What's happened?"

"I think I'm making it difficult for him. He told me, back in Madripoor, that I look a lot like his wife and I think it's hard for him to look at me. I don't want to be the reason the job fails."

Sam wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side.

"That's not going to happen. If you want to stay here, I'm sure that's fine, but just know we could really use your help."

"I think I'll stay here. You can call me if you need me."

"Alright, we're not going anywhere just yet, so you'll have to deal with Zemo being around a little longer."

"I know."

Sam gave you a slight squeeze and left you in peace. Zemo was waiting downstairs when he returned. The Baron was kind of disappointed to find that Sam was alone.

You were avoiding him too. He supposed he deserved that.

"How is she?"

"Fine. She'll probably stay in her room for a while. She's decided to stay back for now, so we'll be dealing with the Flag Smahsers without her," Sam explained.

Zemo didn't mean for that to happen.

There was another knock at your door. You called for them to enter, expecting it to be Bucky coming to see you, but it wasn't.

"Oh, Zemo."

He closed the door behind him and walked over to you, but still maintained a comfortable distance between you.

"You're not coming with us?"

"Thought it would be better if I didn't tag along any more. They need you more than me right now," you speak softly, playing with the corner of your pillow next to you.

You hear Zemo sigh gently. The mattress sinks down next to you as he sits down.

"They need you too."

You shrug.

"I didn't mean for you drop out of the mission. I shouldn't have said anything."

"No. I'm glad you did. I feel better knowing the reason why you can't look at me."

"Who's not looking now?"

You look up. His dark gaze is on you. He had been looking at you from the moment he entered the room.

He smiles.

"Won't it be difficult working with me if I'm there? I'm worried I'll jeopardise the whole thing."

He reaches out and he takes your hand.

"No. I did some thinking on the plane. I've spent too much time living in my past already, I won't let you back out of the plan because of my foolishness. I had no idea it would bother you so much that I was avoiding you." He gives your hand a little squeeze.

"I'm surprised too, you know. It kind of bothered me that you wouldn't even talk to me unless absolutely necessary."

"Apologies. I am a fool."

"No, you're not," you chuckle softly.

The smile he gives you sets the butterflies off in your stomach.

"Who is it you see now?" You ask, whispering.

"You. Just you."

You bite your lip shyly and shuffle a little closer.

"Then, I changed my mind. You'll have to put up with me when we go get the bad guys."

Zemo laughs.

"Poor me."

You rest your head against his shoudler. You don't know what it is about him, but there was something there that made you want to know him. If he would let you, you wanted to get closer to him.

Even if his freedom was short lived.

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To Hell & Back

Part Three: “I don’t scare you and I guess that’s why”

Summary: You attempts at payback keep getting ruined. Somehow, you keep needing the same idiot you hate.

Prompt: “I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.”

Warnings: Swearing. [Also typos, probably. Which shall be repaired by tomorrow]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Series Masterlist [in case you missed the other ones]

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"Good morning-" your customer service smile widens just a smidge, "-what can I get ya?"

Bucky narrows his eyes, lips tightening into a thin line as he looks over you. Even with the counter between you and the little fluff in his hand, he still manages to look intimidating.

You're trying your best to not show how much the sight of him, angry and inconvenienced, pleases you. It's a mission, but you keep your professional façade intact.

"I'm going to throw you off the roof." He growls, adjusting his arm as he glares at you. "Then I'm gonna dance on your grave."

"That doesn't sound familiar," you say coyly, tilting your head to the side. "Is that some kind of latte?"

There is a line forming behind him and your co-workers are you giving the both of you side-eyes. Bucky doesn't seem to care, his blue eyes flashing with what you can only hope is anger. You don't care either, you warned him and he didn't listen.

"You took my parking space-" he dumps the white fluff onto the counter between you. "-my fucking parking space."

You shrug. "You made me drink filter coffee."

He glowers. "That justifies your actions?"

"Filter," you emphasize, gently nudging the little fur ball towards him. "Filter fucking coffee, Barnes. Do you know what that shit does to a person?"

You can hear one of your co-workers mumble an "oh, here we go" and you shoot them a glare. Turning back to the mammoth in front of you, you nudge his gift back to him.

"Excuse me-" Bucky turns around, giving you a clear view of the old man behind him. "-some of us have things to do. Can you two hurry the fuck up?"

You both blink at the man, completely unfazed, then turn back to each other. He shoves the cat back to you and it lets out a disgruntled out.

"Take your cat and go home," you gently push it back to him.

"I don't have a cat." He pushes it back.

"Your parking space disagrees." You pick it up and put it in his arms.

He narrows his eyes, holding the cat. "That was just cruel, even for you, doll."

"Not a doll."

"I will be taking your parking space."

"I don't have one-" you grin. "-no car, no space. Also, you can't prove I took your parking space."

His nostrils flare. "Who else would put this-" he gestures to the furball clinging onto him, "-in a box and put it where my bike is supposed to be?!"

You blink at him. Once. Twice. Then frown. "Wait, why do you have a car and a bike?"

"Seriously?"

You nod. "Yeah, I keep forgetting to ask you about that-"

"Sweetheart, I'm going to drop you off in Australia after this-" your heart nearly plummets at the thought and you glare at him. "-and that's your concern, right now? The car and the bike?"

You don't question why or how he knows Australia is on your list of murder sites. You also don't question why the way he just called you sweetheart makes you want things you shouldn't.

You're about to respond, something snarky that will piss him off even more, when the same guy interrupts again.

"Hey!" He rounds and stands next to Bucky, glaring you both down. "Listen, I didn't beat morning traffic for some coffee only to have some gym buff flirt up the cashier."

Bucky's eyebrows shoot up. He tries to blink back the shock, but he can't.

Flirt? With you? He could never disrespect you like that. Not at your job. Never like this.

You have worked with, and for, people like that for the longest of time. So you're not surprised by the tantrum the man throws.

However, you're running low on patience at the moment.

"Sir-"you glare at the man, "-this man, right here, is a war hero. A veteran. The reason half the world is back. You owe your life to him. So if you're gonna be an asshole-"

Bucky cuts in. "Doll, it's oka-"

"Shut your trap, Barnes!" You hiss at him, before turning back to the man. "If you're gonna be an asshole and accuse him of flirting with me, then call him Sergeant - not gym buff. Now, get the fuck out of my shop before I have him throw you out!"

The man sputters, random words flying out of his mouth as he scrambles to form a sentence. Bucky grimaces at the sight and turns back to you.

"That wasn't necessary-"

"He called me a cashier."

He pauses, then nods. You were a barista first, manager second - you worked far too hard on that promotion to be demoted publicly by an asshole - and spiteful third.

You would rather let your neighbour call you Doll, than let a stranger assume your job title.

"Fair point. I'll take a coffee while I wait for you-"

You slit your eyes. "What kind of coffee, Barnes?" You grit the words out.

It's not a question, it's a warning. One he blatantly ignores as he adjusts the kitten in his arm.

He gives you a smile, the most innocent smile you've ever seen on that face of his. And that's saying a lot, you've seen all his smile and none of them are this deceiving.

A pit forms in your stomach at the glint in his eyes. Utter betrayal.

"I swear to god, if you say filter-"

"Decaf." He cuts you off, a sweet smile on his face. "I'll take decaf."

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You had wiped down the counter three times, before finishing with your queue. Then took over making the drinks, while everyone else worked the registers.

If Bucky wasn't sure that you were making him wait on purpose, the fact that you let everyone else take their breaks first was confirmation enough.

Once you were sure he had been stewing for long enough, you took your fifteen minutes.

With a bottle of water and an empty ice cream cup, you move to the little corner booth in the back. Bucky leans back, eyeing your hands, as you approach.

"That's all you're gonna eat?" Is his question as you sit down.

"Not for me," you pour water into the cup and nudge it towards him. "It's for your new friend. Or roommate. Or whatever it is you called 'em back in the day."

He rolls his eyes, gently picking up the cat from his lap and placing it on the table. He nudges the water closer to cat.

"Now," you fold your arms on the table and rest your chin on them, watching the little thing make it's way to the water. "Tell me more about this fuzzball."

Bucky frowns and shifts slightly in his chair, slowly analysing you. You don't notice, too busy focused on the cat that shouldn't be in the shop.

For a moment, you have this wondrous look in your eye as you watch. It's there for a short moment, then it's gone. He wants it back. In your eyes, where it should always be.

You chance a look at him. "The cat?"

"Why aren't you eating?" He counters. "Isn't it your break?"

"No, it's not for another three hours." You straighten in your seat. "This is just a breather, so use it wisely."

"Okay, then what will you be eating in three hours?"

You sigh, folding your arms and leaning in your seat. "Are you asking me out for lunch, Barnes?"

He bristles. Not because of the question, but the use of his last name. He prefers Bucky, you know he does, but he's gotten so accustomed to you calling him anything other than Bucky that it worries him.

"No," he states.

Not lunch. That's not enough time, it's never enough time.

Dinner. That's a definite. Nights are longer, and you don't have to rush back to work after. It's not enough time either, but it's a gateway to breakfast. So, not lunch. Never lunch.

"Then?" You raise an eyebrow.

He retaliates by raising his. "Will you be eating lunch or working through it?"

You stare at him, eyes flicking between both blues. He stares back, something you've noticed he's good at. And knowing that stirs something inside you, something you wish you could drown.

"Yes, Barnes-" you sigh. "-I will be eating lunch."

"Good."

"I always figured Blondilocks was the mom friend of your death squad. Guess I was wrong."

Blondilocks is a nickname you reserved for Steve. It used to piss him off, but now he realises how fitting it is.

He chooses to ignore your remark. "Now, let's talk about the parking space and the cat."

"I'm innocent."

"No, you're not." He glares. "You threatened to take my parking space and now you took it."

"I plead the fifth."

"And you involved a cat. What am I supposed to do with a cat?"

"I want a lawy–" you pause, his words seeming to echo in your head. You sit up and place your hands on the table. "–wait a minute. What did I do with what cat?"

Bucky points at the kitten laying on the table. You're not seated by a window, but the rays of sunlight still reach your table – much to the furball's delight.

"The cat in my parking space." He says it like you're supposed to know what he's talking about.

Which is both amusing and upsetting, because you don't.

You blink at him. "I didn't put a cat in your parking space."

"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't. I put something else in the parking space–" you claim, your mind flashing with the images of plates of tampon-stuffed jelly that you placed on his parking space. "–but not a living creature. I'd never abandon a living, breathing thing in a basement parking lot for payback. I'm pretty sure that's illegal."

It's Bucky's turn to be confused. The only reason he was there, at your work, was because he tried to park his car – only to find a large box in the middle of his parking spot. Inside the box, was a small pillow and bowl of milk, next to what looked like a small, white fluffy tennis ball.

He thought it was you. It made sense. The thing inconvenienced him, like something you would make sure to do. And it was added responsibility that you knew he never wanted. So, of course he thought it was you. It had to be.

"Wait, so all you found was a cat?" You frown, clearly annoyed at that little fact.

Bucky nods slowly, confused that it wasn't you. Who else could it be, if not you?

You huff. "So... You didn't get my surprise gift to you? At all?"

"There was a cat," he explains again. "In a box. That's it."

"Now that's just fucking disrespectful!" You're beyond pissed now. "I spent the entire night on those dishes."

"No need to be dramati–"

"Barnes–" you flash your eyes at him, picking up the table's salt shaker and pointing it at him. "I will use this."

His eyes narrow. "I'm not a demon–"

"I," your eyes narrow further, "will use this."

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There's banging on your door. Loud and insistent. You don't need to ask, to know who it is.

You're also very, very aware of the fact that your mother somehow got a copy of your keys. You called her out on it, one Saturday Session, gross invasion of privacy was the term you used.

Somehow, those words twisted into something far more sinister and you left your childhood home feeling worse than you did when you walked in.

You hated those five years. Watching your mother mourn both your sister and father did things to you, things no one should ever have to go through. But watching your sister's husband – a man you used to respect – turn into everything you hate, that had to have been the worst of it all.

You hated those five years, you hated the Avengers for not winning too. But now, with everyone back, you wish they'd lost again.

"Psst," you're on your balcony, hoping your neighbour's super serum gave him superhearing. "Barnes."

You slipped out the glass door the moment you heard a key being slipped into your front door locks. You guess your mother is either with your sister, or she gave her a copy of your keys. You made sure to close it on your way out, and hid out of sight.

"Barnes," you whisper again, "Barnes, open up. I will freeze to death out here."

A soft click sounds, followed by your neighbour's glass door opening a fraction. He sticks his head out, a frown on his face as he eyes you.

"Wha–" he inspects your attire, the only light coming from a street pole a few blocks away. "–why aren't you wearing pants?"

You stick your hand out, wiggling your fingers at him. "I will cat sit for you, if you can hide me."

The barrier, a makeshift fence, between your balconies reaches his waist in height. But you have no upper body strength so pulling yourself over it will lead to a disaster, and the amount of noise that will expose your hiding place.

Sighing, he steps out onto the balcony and gently shuts the door behind him. It takes you moment to realise he's shirtless, and in sweatpants, then another to realise you've never seen him shirtless and in sweatpants.

You're staring. Gawking. And it's shameful, but you can't seem to pull yourself together.

It's unsettling for him, the way you're looking at him. He clears his throat but you don't seem to hear it, too far in your own mind apparently.

Your hand, the one you'd held out for him, slowly lowers to the railing and you blink. The cold air nips at your skin and you have to force yourself to look up at his eyes.

Big mistake. You think as your breath hitches, he looks like he wants to throw you off the roof, but your heart flutters a bit at the sight of his little pout.

The corner of your lips twitch. "Sorry, I didn't mean to," you begin, "you just... You do look like a gym buff in those pants."

He glares. "You gonna stare all night or what?"

You wish you could find that little part of you that wants to say yes, just so you could throw her off that balcony.

This time, you lift both your arms up and pout. "Or what."

Gentle hands grip your waist, warm and cold, and hoist you over the railing. Bucky gently sets you down, your mismatched socks barely warming your feet against the cold metal.

"This is the weirdest booty call I've ever had," you muse, trying to keep your mind off of his hands on you.

He scoffs, taking a step back. "Pretty sure that's my line, Doll–"

"–not a Doll."

"–and I'm pretty sure this is more of a home invasion, than a booty call."

"You would know."

Sighing, he squeezed passed you to open the door. "Ladies first."

You curtsey and practically leap inside when you catch a glimpse of your glass door opening. A sharp pain slices through your arm as you land on your side.

Bucky is about to rush in, to ask if you're alright, to see if you've actually lost the remainder of your mind. Because you must have.

"Oh."

He shivers, in the worst way, at the sound of your sister's voice and is forced to abandon all thoughts of checking on you. Schooling his face takes priority now.

He turns around, grimacing slightly at her shocked expression. "Hey."

"Uh-uh–" she stammers, eyes that match yours scanning every inch of him as she does. "–uh-uh-"

Nodding, he sighs. "Yeah, sorry–" she's not the first to react like this. He's just glad that your staring didn't result in that. "–I came out for some fresh air. I should've known someone would think to do the same."

Your sister's gaping only seizes when her husband's voice echoes from your apartment. Of course she'd bring her husband.

"Oh," the asshole repeats, stepping out onto the balcony. "Hey, man. What's up?"

Bucky shrugs, forcing a smile. "I didn't know you guys were over. Woulda stopped by and said hi, if I knew."

"Oh," your sister lets a nervous laugh, waving the thought away. "No, no. We were just in the area and wanted to stop by. Ya know, check on her."

Bullshit.

They came because of the poisoned muffins.

Bucky doesn't need to force the smile anymore. "Oh, that's great. How is she?"

This is probably the first time they've managed to leave their place. Or else they would have been there earlier in the week.

The asshole shrugs. "I hope we didn't make dinner uncomfortable for you on Saturday," he adds instead. "We really enjoyed your company."

"Hmm." Bucky nods, still smiling. Near grinning now. By the third twitch of lips, he knows he has to get back inside before it's too late. "Well, goodnight."

He thought the torture was when he had to walk back, slowly, into his own place without breaking down. Then closing the door at a slow pace, as not to give anything away.

But as soon as he turned around, as soon as he saw you sitting on the floor, on his impromptu bed. Legs criss-cross, kitten by your feet, and cup of coffee in your hands. Everything changed.

"Helped myself to some coffee," you whisper, cradling the cup closer to your lips.

Torture would be the following night, and the nights after that. Where he would walk into his apartment, and not find you there – like this.

"Fuck."

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Precious. JYN

restaurant worker! au (idk its just gengeral slice of life)

TW: size kink (this is yunho we are talking about) boob stuff (this is me we are talking about, praise, dom! yunho, sub! reader. there is some unwanted inappropriate touching done by an older guy but it doesnt last long.

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The very first thing you noticed about the restaurant you now worked at was how hot the manager interviewing you was. Yeah, you had worked with conventionally attractive people before, but most of them found a way to make themselves unappealing through words or actions. Not Yunho however, a month into working as a waitress you had to simply conclude that there was nothing not to love about him. Of course, he was dashing, that much was obvious, but it was so much more than that, he was unbelievably considerate of others and fiercely protective of his crew, he had a million-dollar smile and could charm his way out of any problem with a customer. Not to mention he was built like a God with both the height and muscles to make your mouth water. Yunho was lucky, and things just seemed to fall into place around him.

Of course, you were aware of this, as he made it impossible to forget.

As time progressed you became more accustomed to your coworkers and better at your job, soon you found a place in the tight-knit group of friends that worked together so work was usually fun.

Except for today. You have been at this job for 6 months now and somehow, with the exception of Yunho, you found yourself on a shift solely staffed by newbies without a clue. And it was a very busy night. You had lost count of the number of times one of your fellow waiters had to call you over to answer a guest question or how many times it was you who had to apologize to them for their server's mistake but it was starting to get to you.

You had a brief moment right in the middle of dinner service where all of your tables were eating happily and you would have a moment to rest. You knew that if you stood there for a moment longer you would be called over by one of the other waiters so you quickly made your way over to the bar where Yunho stood at the POS system. You used his size as an advantage and literally hid behind him. Of course, people could still see you, but at least you weren't standing directly in front of the waiter's station where you would surely be bothered.

You heard the man laugh quietly, and though you couldn't see his face you bet he was hiding a smile.

"Rough night?" He questioned, talking in a way as not to draw attention to you.

"Of course I would get stuck on a shift like this. Not a single person on the crew tonight knows what they're doing! I'm surprised you're even here, I thought the gods of the universe loved you too much" you finished your mini-rant in a mumbling tone, rubbing your eyes before looking out into the dining room just in time to watch the newest crew member, a thin gangly boy named Trevor, spill a glass of water all down the front of an older woman, and you groaned.

Yunho chose to laugh quietly again before speaking up, knowing that now that there was a new disaster your conversation would be cut short once the newbie found you.

"Don't be so hard on them, you were that stupid when you first started," he joked before looking back down at his screen.

"No, I was not!" You cried, "besides why is everyone bothering me? You're the manager shouldn't you be dealing with angry customers? That is above my pay grade." You finish as soon as the young waiter spotted you and began to make his way over.

"Because I told them to," Yunhi replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"And why would you do that?" You asked thoroughly annoyed. Coming out from behind the man as Trevor was about halfway across the dining room.

Yunho laughed his brightest laugh. The one that made your stomach swirl with butterflies. He turned finally and looked directly at you, just before the waiter was in earshot he spoke,

"Because you're cute when you're grumpy,"

And that is another thing about Yunho that was impossibly unfair. The man was a relentless flirt. And that wasn't just to you, anytime he made eye contact with anyone it's like he can't hold back the wink.

Finally, your peak time was over. After the incident with the water, the rest of the rush seemed to pass without a problem. There were only about two more hours till you could crawl back into the warmth of your bed and give your feet a real rest.

You had just finish bussing a table when the door chimed again. You could hear the host talking from where you were standing, and her words made your heart sink.

"Well of course Mr. Miller! You want your regular table I'm guessing,"

And then the reply in a groveling tone,

"She better be here tonight, I am starting to think she avoiding me,"

The "she" in question was you. And yes you were. Mr. Miller was a middle-aged sleazy man who came in close to close every Friday night demanding that you serve him. For the past few weeks you have asked Yunho if you could have Fridays off like he did, but due to some call-outs both of you had to come in.

You highly considered running to the back and feigning illness to go home, but it was too late.

"There she is!" The gargley voice called out. Admitting defeated you finally turned to look at him, and with the biggest fakes smile, you could muster you replied.

"Hey, Mr. Miller,"

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385 notes • Posted 2021-01-16 17:01:13 GMT

m.list

Ateez

{One Shots}

P. Seonghwa

-Crush ft. j.yn

-Teaching ft. c.jh

-Sailor’s Wife

-Expectations

-Arrangement

-House Husband

K. Hongjoong:

-Thank you

- Criminal

J. Yunho

-Precious -Crush ft. p.sh

K. Yeosang

None Yet!

C. San

-Asshole

S. Mingi

None Yet!

J. Wooyoung

None Yet!

C. Jongho

-Teaching ft. p.sh

{Timestaps}

-[9:07pm] p.sh, k.hj

-[8:42pm] p.sh

-[6:47pm] p.sh

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387 notes • Posted 2021-02-27 04:42:55 GMT

[6:47am] PSH

TW: boob stuff idk, this is pretty sweet but im still in fucking love with this concept.

Something had woken you up. You hadn't fully opened your eyes yet but you could tell from the way the sun was blinding you through your window it was still early morning. But what was it that woke you up? Slowly you became aware of the chill across your chest, where was your blanket? And why did you feel something wet?

Your eyes opened. After a brief moment adjusting to the light you saw it. There were your boyfriend seonghwa with his mouth latched onto your breast, looking straight at you. You took a moment to processes the sight, but as you were doing so seonghwa bit down on the now swollen nub just enough flashing his pearly whites for a second and you *groaned*

"Morning sweetheart" your boyfriend mumbled into your chest, finally breaking eye contact to look down at your body. His tongue swirled around the nipple soothingly before he turned his attention to leaving love bites on the underside of your breast. His lips felt heavenly and your head fell back on the pillow.

"Goo-od morning" you stuttered reaching out to grab your boyfriend's bare shoulder for support.

Seonghwa pulled completely away from your body, the spots where his mouth had been stung from the cold left behind.

"Sorry, I didn't want to disturb your sleep princess, but your shirt rolled up in the night and your tits looked so sweet I couldn't just not give them the attention they deserve," he said with an angelic smile. With the sunshine on his skin like this, he really did look like an angel.

"It's fine" you mumbled with a small pout, already missing the feeling of his mouth.

Your ever-observant boyfriend spoke again.

"Want me to keep going?" He asked already know the answer.

"Yes please,"

In a beat, seonghwa had pushed your sleep shirt up to reveal the other peak of your breast and leaned back into you. His tongue poked out of his mouth and licked your nub. He tested the waters by repeating this action another time watching your face morph back into bliss, before diving back in sucking on the skin around your sensitive nipple, focusing on kissing and licking every part of your breast before he was satisfied.

Every once and a while he would gently bite down into the squishy flesh, always looking up to watch your expressions change from discomfort to pleasure at the small pain.

"Please don't tease me" you begged quietly.

"I'm not teasing," he responded quickly before kitten licking your nipple once again.

"Then what are you doing?" You asked as quietly as before.

Seonghwa looked up at you, and you watched in slow motion as his lips formed into a showstopping smile. Pushing himself up your body, Seonghwa hovered over you for a moment before pushing his plush lips into yours in a slow and lazy kiss.

"Showing my baby how much I love her."

401 notes • Posted 2021-01-15 17:00:52 GMT

Pushover. psh jwy

TW: exhibitionism, fingering, oral female receiving, dirty talk, praise, degradation, grinding, slight bondage, good ole fashion fucking, cock stepping apparently, daddy kink, mutual masturbation, probably other stuff that have escaped my mind cuz writing this felt like a fever dream. So wooyoung is involved pretty heavily involved in this, like many of the kinks listed are done on him and by him so there you have it. Also yeosang is directly involved for like 4 seconds, also please just assume any tags mentioned in the first part that are not listed here may also pop up.

Part 1 (this is a direct continuation of this timestamp)

WC: 5k words of pure smut.

You were hardly aware of your surroundings. Nestled into Seonghwa’s lap, your head fell back onto his shoulder and your eyes screwed shut. You could hear the garbled sound of your boyfriend’s voice rumbling next to your ear, but the slim fingers working in and out of your wet hole stopped any thoughts from entering your brain. Your panties had been pushed aside only enough for him to slip two fingers inside you but you were already keening.

Seonghwa knew how to work you, knew how to make you fall apart and he would usually take his time doing it. Normally you had to put in the work for this kind of treatment, you would have to be especially good and listen to him well during the day, a single misstep or disobeyed words would leave you hopeless, but you had gotten very good at behaving. Why would you when he treated you so well? Not to mention that Seonghwa had something to prove today, without an exchange of words you already knew to be on your best behavior today.

“So what do you say, Woo? It’s your call.” Seonghwa spoke with a cool calm tone. His free hand tapped your side and you knew he wanted your attention for the next part, so your head lifted up and you pulled your eyes open to face the room.

Seven pairs of eyes were glued to you and your boyfriend, all in various stages of embarrassment to downright turned on, but the ones that caught your attention were none other than Wooyoung’s. Because it seemed for the first time the man was at a complete loss for words. His mouth was flapping open and closed like a fish out of water but his complexion was suddenly very pink. He was watching with careful eyes the way Seonghwa’s fingers slipped in and out of you, each time pulling more wetness from you, where it pooled on Seonghwa’s pant leg and made his fingers glisten.

“Are you going to answer me? I don’t appreciate being ignored Wooyoung.” Seonghwa’s voice sounded again, this time with a much steelier tone. Snapped out of his reverie Wooyoung’s eyes flung up to your boyfriend's hard gaze and he made a confused noise. Wooyoung’s body twitched at Seonghwa’s disappointed sigh and somewhere in the room, you heard Mingi muttering to Jongho.

“I asked you a question Woo, do you have an answer?”

Wooyoung’s eyes flitted around the room, desperately looking for aid in the faces of his friends, but none came. They seemed perfectly content to watch the loud boy struggle for words. Eventually, he looked to you for help with pleading eyes, you weren’t quite sure what he wanted you to do but before you could even ponder Seonghwa slipped another finger inside you, stretching you open, even more, making your lips fall open with a pleased sigh and your brain clouded over again.

“Don’t look to her for help, she listened well and is getting her reward. You can’t possibly expect her to risk that to help you. Now, I don’t like repeating myself Woo, so I’m only going to do it once. Do you still think I’m too much of a pushover?” Seonghwa spoke with icy venom.

Wooyoung frantically shook his head ‘no.’ You almost felt sorry for the man when your boyfriend's face turned to stone. Wooyoung noticed it too, and in a moment of frantic panic he realized his mistake and pushed out the word “No!” With perhaps a little too much force. Your head turned to look at Seonghwa’s sharp side profile. He looked very pleased with himself. Rightfully so, taking charge was his forte in times like these.

Seonghwa returned your gaze with a smirk. Using his free hand he gently took your chin between his fingers and pulled you in for a deep kiss. The hand working inside you slowed it is ministrations, but you knew better than to voice your disapproval. Seonghwa’s lips effortlessly urged yours to open and his long tongue slipped between them. Seonghwa’s kisses were always so, strong? He put so much force into every press of the lips and every swipe of the tongue head spun with excitement. Your eyes feel shut almost immediately, moving your mouth gently along with your boyfriend.

It seems you got a little too lost in the feeling of the kiss and the gentle push of the hand working inside you because you were slowly becoming more and more vocal with each passing second. What started as soft groans were now developing into full moans that were only slightly muffled by Seonghwa’s lips. But a sudden squeal from across the room drew both of your attention. Seonghwa broke the kiss to peer across the room at none other than Wooyoung, whose pink complexion had turned bright red since you last looked at him. Also notable, was the way he kept clenching his thighs together and making small grinding motions.

He wasn’t completely alone in this, one quick glass around the room showed you that all of your friends seemed to be enjoying the scene before them, many of them sporting hard dicks of their own (San and Hongjoong especially had taken to slowly palming themselves over their jeans) but none seemed to be quite as affected as the boy directly across for you.

“Getting impatient?” Seonghwa asked with disinterest.

“No,” Wooyoung replied, trying to match your boyfriend's tone but failing miserably.

“We’ve barely started and you're already rutting against the floor like a dog, are you sure this isn’t too much for you?” Seonghwa asked in a tone of mock concern. Seonghwa pulled his fingers from you to instead gently circle your clit with care. You. Squirmed again. The truth was you were remarkably close to the cumming. A fact Seonghwa probably knew. You tried to reassure yourself, knowing that in the current circumstances a high reward was coming your way soon, but the sudden emptiness was disappointing none the less and while it showed on your face you dared not make a sound.

“Get on with it then,”

You winced. Knowing the kind of reaction Wooyoung’s words would bring. Seonghwa’s face hardened. Much darker than you had seen in a long time. One quick glance to the side told you that the younger boy's word had left Seonghwa seething. He stayed silent for a moment, but not inactive. His fingers dancing across your folds seemed to gain a sense of purpose, and with sudden and unexpected vigor, Seonghwa worked them in a way that made your legs twitch and your hole clench around nothing.

“Can I, please?” You asked aloud, though it was clear who you were talking to.

“Go ahead little one,” Seonghwa encouraged with a surprisingly gentle tone.

A loud whine came from your open mouth and the room watched with rapt attention as your body came undone. Even Seonghwa pulled eyes dangerous gaze away from Wooyoung who had been gulping with fear, to watch with soft eyes at the way his pretty girl fell apart for him.

It must have been a truly lewd sight. Your body spasming freely as your glistening core twitched, not to mention your chest covered with marks given to you by the very man who caused your pleasure. The helpless cries were only the cherry on top to the room of onlookers, Yunho had even let out a low groan of his own. But the man of the hour, as it seemed, Wooyoung had returned to his stunned silence, watching the way Seonghwa continued to toy with your clit, prolonging your orgasm as much as possible for the room to enjoy.

Seonghwa turned back to Wooyoung and stopped his work on you only after the majority of your orgasm had passed, leaving you breathless and panting. You felt Seonghwa’s hard cock digging into your ass, but Seonghwa had other matters to attend to first. He fixed Wooyoung with a hard gaze and gave a simple command.

“Come here,”

Wooyoung froze at his words, unable to look away. Yeosang, who had been enjoying Wooyoung’s torment far more than the others urged his forward with a small push on the shoulder, which snapped him out of his trance, and after a moment he slowly crawled across the floor to sit on the floor before you.

Everyone in the room seemed shocked by this turn of events, yourself included, but one quick look from Seonghwa’s encouraging smile settled your nerves. Besides, your brain way still basking in the aftermath of your orgasm so this all seemed much more exciting than you would admit out loud.

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454 notes • Posted 2021-06-27 06:39:05 GMT

[10:26pm] psh

TW: exhibitionism, dom! seonghwa, sub! reader, non-sexual domination, markings, suggestive, Ngl this might need a part 2 cuz wooooweeee

It was no secret that Seonghwa allowed his friends to push him around a bit. It was all in good fun and driven by nothing but affection for the older man, but it still happened nonetheless. You noticed it quickly when you first encountered the boys and even after a relationship between you and Seonghwa bloomed, the boys carried on with their teasing.

But this was far from the man Seonghwa was with you. You had always found yourself at a loss for words around him, and you allowed him to guide your relationship as you went. Yes, he was gentle but most definitely firm. You found it almost too easy to submit to his words and actions, despite how his friends poked at him.

Even now, all of you were seated comfortably in your living room playing some kind of card game that Mingi insisted on, and Seonghwa couldn't seem to catch a break.

"Wow Seonghwa, you suck at this game," Wooyoung chided from the floor across the coffee table. Seonghwas's response was only an amused shrug and a deep sigh. You were slotted deep against his chest, almost sitting on the man. You had for the last few minutes been amusing yourself by playing with the fingers on his free hand. They were long and slim but undoubtedly strong, and your mind's eye flashed with times he had used them on you. You were so lost in thought you almost missed Wooyoungs jab.

"Really! You're not going to say anything!" His attention directed to you, "it must suck being with someone who is such a pushover,"

Wooyoung's comments were followed with a wink, so you knew he wasn't serious but the chorus of laughs from around the circle seemed to agree with the sentiment.

"The Seonghwa I know is most definitely not a pushover," you giggled because honestly, that would be the last word you would use to describe his attitude with you. He had on many occasions even outside of the bedroom taken control, guiding you with a firm hand on your back, protecting you from "friend" who had turned out to be far more toxic than you remember, scolding you when you did something against your better judgment. proving your point, Seonghwas hand came up to the back of your neck, squeezing it ever so slightly. It was a clear command, 'leave it alone'

So you did.

Because you trusted Seonghwa, and if he thought it wasn't worth arguing, then it wasn't. But even the most level-headed person in the world occasionally reached the end of their rope.

About an hour later, the infamous duo of WooSan was continuing their games against your boyfriend. These two were usually very good at keeping their jokes civil and never taking it too far, but today they seemed to be on something.

You had just gotten up to retrieve a glass of water for Seonghwa (the room had obviously missed the quiet "go grab me a drink sweetpea" he had mumbled into your ear) and upon your return, San spoke up.

"She does everything for you," he mocked, "when you two fuck, do you actually move or do you just sit there letting her do everything?" once again, it had been a joke, but you couldn't help but scoff.

"What does that mean?" Yunho asked, eyeing your face.

"It means we're right!" Wooyoung joined in. Now here's a fun piece of information, today on this abnormally hot evening you chose to wear a hoddie over top your tank top. Why? Because from the base of your neck to the dip of your hip bones, you were covered in pretty purple hickey and red bite marks (yes, bite marks), courtesy of Park Seonghwa.

Instead of arguing with words in one fluid motion, you pulled the thick sweater over your head and set it gently on the floor next to you. You heard Seonghwas disappointed sigh at your theatrics but instead fixed your deadpan gaze across the coffee table at Wooyoung.

The room fell silent, some looked taken aback, and some looked confused. Yeosang seemed to be the only one smirking with satisfaction because Wooyoung had been starting to get on his nerves.

"Damn, Seonghwa. What are you trying to do? Eat her?" Hongjoong asked accusatorily.

Seonghwas hand rested on your thigh. And in your small glance at his face, you knew that deep down he was more than a little proud.

"That looks a bit excessive," Jongho mumbled, averting his eyes. Seonghwas arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you flush against his lap.

"You never would guess by looking at them," San started, in an attempt to ease his own embarrassment, though the uncertain chuckle undermined his point. You were exceptionally satisfied sitting atop Seonghwas lap, proudly displaying his claims on you.

"That's because she behaves," Seonghwa spoke with an edge, "I don't need to say a word for her to listen."

As he spoke, Seonghwas hand gently slid to the crevice where your hip met your upper thighs. Almost instinctively you allowed your legs to spread just enough for his hand to have room to play.

"I could sit here for hours telling every single way she listens, every way her body reacts to me, every time she let me have my way with her." Seonghwas hand finally slipped down to cup your heat over your pants. You whine far too easily.

The boys had been watching with rapt attention, Mingi blushing a little too much to playoff.

"Are you two about to fuck in front of everyone?" Yunho asked incredulously, though his eyes were still friends drinking in the image. Every eye in the room was locked onto your and your boyfriend, watching how you practically melted against him, giving him free rein over your body.

"I don't know. I most certainly would," Seonghwas paused and Locked eyes with Wooyoung who visibly gulped in anticipation, Seonghwa pushed your shorts aside, showing the growing puddle in your panties, you couldn't help but let slip the quiet mantra of 'please'.

"Unless you think I'm too much of a pushover." Seonghwa jabbed with a dangerous smirk.

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Keep the enemy closer

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Karasuno's Manager!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers of the ends of the first season, one or two cursing, Sugawara 😈, Kageyama as your best friend, there's this one part where Oikawa's head is on your shoulder and you're like combing your hand through his hair and I'm-

Genre: Fluff, enemies to lovers au, surprisingly, no angst

Synopsis: You're the manager of Karasuno, the little sister of the team. A game between you and Aoba Jousai has changed more than you thought it would, and you certainly didn't expect to catch the eye of the captain of the enemy team.

Oikawa Tooru was an impressive man. You had noticed that the second you saw him.

It wasn't only his looks -but everyone who had seen him had to admit, his looks were a big part of his charm-, or how amazing of a player he was, how he could read people and situations and instantly think of a solution, his wit, even more than that.

The first time you saw him was at the nationals, right when he was up in the air, his hand touching the ball. It was like everything was in slow motion. You could see how calm his face was, but also how his brown eyes burned with the hunger of victory.

Only when his hand slapped the ball did the slow-motion end, the ball flying over the net, a loud slapping sound thundering in the room. As the ball had touched the floor, you knew no one would have been able to receive that service. Everyone else seemed to think so, the room speechless and silent for the first time since the game had started, all eyes on the handsome boy, and rightfully so.

It took the audience a few seconds to manage and process the service, ear-splitting cheering and clapping sound filling the room, making everyone wince, but him. Oikawa received the claps like he was born to be on stage, to stand there and accept the bewildered gazes.

You found yourself wanting to clap too. Your hands stood in front of you, waiting for the command to come, but before you let yourself cheer to him, you quickly put your hands down, sticking them to your sides.

A moment of weakness, you concluded. Nothing more, just appreciating a good game.

You gulped, unable to tear your eyes from the brunette. Oikawa had that confident, so laid back smile that screamed to the world that he knew he would win, but you knew if you looked closely, you could see in his eyes how on edge he was, observing every little thing that was in the game, not even want but a need to win burning him from inside out. That was the Oikawa charm, you concluded.

It was such an exciting feeling to witness emotions this extra, and it made you want to be a part of it.

"You look like somethings stirring in your mind." Sugawara came a bit close to you, making you jump out of your thoughts as you could feel his soft gaze observing you. You glanced just one last time to the boy on the court, and you could swear your eyes found his for a second.

"Oh," you muttered, now looking at Sugawara's eyes, even though they looked soft and naive, Sugawara was anything but that. "It's nothing." You smiled. "I guess you could say I'm a bit stressed."

***

And then, the ball touched the floor.

Sitting on the edge of your seat, you felt like you couldn't even breathe. The ball going back and forth, not touching the floor, you were grabbing the bench do hard, your knuckles had turned white. Though you weren't the only one, even coach Ukai had lost his calm.

It was only until Aoba Jousai started to cheer, hug each other, did you actually comprehend that you had- lost. Hinata was still on the floor, and you could see the tears dwelling in the corner of his eyes. Kageyama wasn't better than him either, hands shaking, not wanting to accept it.

Daichi was the first to pull himself out of the daze surrounding his teammates, the audience, you. Extending his hand to Asahi, he pulled his friend on his feet, giving him a confident smile. The boys on the other side of the net were cheering, jumping like they weren't the ones that had one of the longest games of their lives. They were exhausted, even you were tired just watching the game, but they weren't probably even aware of their body's situation.

Your eyes found the boy who stood in the middle of the court, so proudly, he almost looked perfect. Born for this moment, you thought once again.

You gulped, looking away from him, feeling uneasy just by looking at him. You walked to your side of the court to your friends who were still on the floor. "Hey guys," you tried to stop your voice from trembling. "That game was amazing. You really pushed yourselves out there."

"But it wasn't enough," Kageyama growled, sending goosebumps down your body. He looked so focused on the fact that he had, in fact, lost, like he wasn't himself. You had no answer to that, so you stuck your hand to him instead. "Let's make it enough." You told him as he held your hand and stood on his legs. "Together."

You weren't aware of Oikawa on the other half of the court, who had heard your words, and he could feel the anger boiling inside of him. He had won, Oikawa had beaten the 'genius' Kouhei of his, so why were you standing proud next to the boy, telling him he could win next time? That it was enough, that it was okay to lose?

He huffed, turning his back to you both and enjoying his victory with his team. It was like a burden lifted from his shoulders, now that he had beaten Kageyama, he had seen him on the floor of the court, trying to pull himself back together. Then, why did you reaching a hand out to him came to his mind each time Oikawa tried to feel good about finally winning?

***

"What's going on?" You asked Sugawara, looking at the big crowd outside the building as you exited the sports arena. You noticed it was all girls, giggles, and an occasional scream echoed, too.

"Oh that's," he said matter-of-factly, "Oikawa and his fans."

"His fans?" You repeated, brows shooting upwards in disbelief.

"His fans." Sugawara grinned. "You were amazing, Oikawa-senpai!" A girl fawned over him, and another had a box in her hands, decorated with cute little stickers. "I- I made cookies, Oikawa-senpai." She stuttered, her face red.

"Aw, are those for me?" You saw Oikawa quirk a brow up in a prideful manner, thanking the girl as he took a bite out of the cookie. "These are amazing, Sakura-chan!" He told her with a charming smile, leaving the girl a stuttering mess. Now, every girl that had brought him something went feral, trying to get him to eat what they had made him, too.

Even though you thought it was a bit excessive, you shrugged and went your way since it didn't concern you, but you had to turn back when you heard a familiar voice shouting instead of the girls'.

"Oh, shit," Sugawara muttered, running towards Oikawa, and what seemed to be Kageyama. Kageyama looked furious, in contrast to Oikawa's calm face decorated with a scorning smile.

"You son of a-" Kageyama held Oikawa by his collar. "That's an interesting way of showing respect to your senpai." Oikawa giggled. "Now, now." Sugawara got in between them just in time. "Let's not fight, it was a fair game, and we don't want to cause a scene." Despite the soft tone of his voice, he looked at Kageyama's blue eyes like he was trying to tell him to calm the fuck down. "I don't care about making a scene," Kageyama growled, his eyes never leaving Oikawa's.

"Oh, I always knew you were a cruel, stupid king." Oikawa grinned. "Though, I never thought you were an ignorant one, too."

Oikawa's observing abilities were deemed helpful in this situation too, he looked and found what could hurt his opponent the most. And he did. Kageyama was left speechless, though it didn't last long. He was about to act on it, and you were sure what was on the tip of his tongue wasn't very polite until you joined the fight.

"Hey, Kageyama, calm down." You put your hand on his chest and pushed him back a little until he let go of Oikawa's collar. "Yeah, Kageyama, you shouldn't be hurting my pretty face-"

"And you," you turned to him with threatening eyes, face cold, and you could see the surprise on your face. "I thought you were older than us, but as I see it, you're the most childish one around here. You're right, you won, and congrats. But rubbing that in the face of your opponent makes you the cruel one around here."

Oikawa's warm brown eyes were now a cold, muddy color, narrowed as they wandered over your face. Though it didn't last long until his emotionless face melted into a cynical grin. "Well, if it wasn't for this pretty little manager here, I wouldn't have accepted this behavior at all. But I'm going to be generous and forgive you." His eyes now back on Kageyama, expecting him to blow upon his words, but before he could do so, Sugawara talked again. "Thank you, Oikawa-san. That's very mature of you."

Interesting, Oikawa thought.

But Oikawa didn't care about what Sugawara thought of him, he cared about your thoughts, instead. But instead of fangirling as he thought you would, your cold expression didn't change, causing his brows to furrow in confusion. You huffed and turned your back to him, lulling Kageyama with you without turning back to glance at him one more time.

***

You bit your lip anxiously ass you scrolled through Instagram, feeling like you were doing something unacceptable.

Well, maybe you were doing something unacceptable.

Your eyes wandered over Oikawa's stupidly perfect face, body, and figure. Damn, why did he have to look like the most amazing guy ever -that is, until he opened his mouth- and be photogenic?

Annoyed with your thoughts, you put your phone down, determined to get him out of your mind.

***

"What was that girl's name again?" Oikawa muttered as he closed the door of his cabinet.

"Which girl?" Iwaizumi asked, weirded out by his friend's question. He had never in his life seen Oikawa ask after a girl's name.

"Oh," Oikawa shrugged. "That manager? Karasuno's?"

"Wait," Iwaizumi closed the door of his cabinet too. "You're telling me you have a crush on Karasuno's manager?" That question was so unexpected, Oikawa gaped at his friend. "Crush? I don't have a crush on Karasuno's manager." He told him with a huff.

"Yeah, right." Iwaizumi snickered though he didn't press him about it further.

***

"That was amazing, Kageyama!" You cheered as he sent the ball flying. Although Kageyama didn't answer, you saw the prideful grin on his face.

Everyone was working harder than they ever had, determined to win the match against Aoba Jousai. There was an upcoming training camp with some of the strongest schools, and since and Aoba Jousai was one of them, there was going to be at least a dozen games against them, and Karasuno was determined to show them how stronger they got.

"A five-minute break." Coach Ukai called out, the team sighing in relief, Tanaka letting go and resting on the floor.

"Here ya go, Tsukishima." You told him as you get him his bottle, laughing at how long the distance was between your faces. "Thanks," he answered, nodding to make his gratitude sufficient. "You're working hard as well, I see."

"I can't just sit and watch as the team gets stronger with every hit. I need to work to keep up." He sounded mad, but you knew it was only the bitter truth. "I can only wish for you to smack one of your hardest spikes right next to that Oikawa guy so we can all take a deep breath in."

"My fakes are my secret weapon, you know that, can't really smack him in the face." He answered. "You should be asking Hinata instead."

"Hmm," you muttered thoughtfully, "maybe you're right. But I still want you to do that as well." He smiled, a faint smile that wasn't one of his cynical ones, and you grinned.

"Nishinoya senpai, you didn't drink water!" You called out as you ran towards the libero, his eyes sparkling when he heard the word 'senpai' coming out of your mouth. "You're like our guardian angel, you know that?" He told you, smirking after he took four long gulps of his water that you had brought him.

"And we're your guardians." Tanaka joined from the floor. Ah, right. The guardianship. They were so determined to guard you that all the boys in the school were now afraid to get even remotely close to you, hesitant that these two would intervene.

If anything happened that you needed them, every single person in the team would be more than happy to help you, you knew you could trust them, but these two could sometimes overdo it. "I know Tanaka-san, thank you for that."

"Nobody messes with our manager." He answered, unusually serious.

***

The training camp was here, which meant Karasuno facing Aoba Josai at last.

Which also meant you were going to sleep, eat, and stay under the same roof as Oikawa Tooru.

That thought gave you chills, felt like some forbidden thought that shouldn't even cross your mind, but it did. Frequently, at that. But it wasn't necessarily your fault, was it? He was just too handsome for his good. And so annoying that you just couldn't seem to take him off your mind.

Yes, that had to be the reason why you couldn't stop thinking about him, and your insides turned upside down when you saw him because he was too annoying.

You sighed, feeling pathetic since you were literally lying to yourself, and didn't notice Kageyama walking right next to you. You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt his eyes on you, grinning in response but not getting a smile back.

"Hey, don't look so moody!" You told Kageyama as you poked his cheek, earning a glare from the boy. "Oh, come on, don't look at me like that! Have a little fun." You poked his cheek again, causing him to catch your wrist and pull it upwards, making you lose your balance and stumble towards him. "Yeah," he muttered as his eyes narrowed and his face didn't lose its emotionless state, "this is fun."

You rolled your eyes but laughed, trying to free your wrist from his hold, both not aware of the cynical brown eyes wandering over you. "Oh, if it isn't the little manager and the cruel king." A voice called out, causing you to jump in surprise, though Kageyama didn't even flinch. "Just the people I wanted to see." Oikawa smiled sarcastically as his eyes gazed on you two, on the hand that still stood on Kageyama's chest to gain balance, on your hand that was holding your wrist and pulling you towards him. Eyes narrowing, his lips turned upwards down, though his face didn't lose its cynical expression.

"Oh, I couldn't be happier." You muttered, causing Kageyama to snicker. "Yours is a sharp tongue, isn't it?" He told you, a dry laugh.

You were going to answer, if not for the two boys that employed themselves as your guardians wouldn't have jumped in front of you. "You!" Nishinoya screamed, "get away from our manager."

You saw Oikawa rolling his eyes but couldn't say anything back since Tanaka was asking you if you were okay as they led you to the gym like bodyguards guarding a celebrity against paparazzi.

***

"What the fuck are you doing?" Iwaizumi came after him as Oikawa entered the gym.

"What?!" Oikawa said roughly, though, realizing how out of character he was, he smiled instantly. "Iwa-chan! Didn't know you were here."

Oikawa sighed when Iwaizumi stood quiet, staring at the cocky boy until he dropped the act. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean." He answered. "That girl, the manager. I know you're flirting with her."

"I'm not!" Oikawa protested.

"You are. What are you trying to do? Get one more conquest on your list? If you're just trying to get her to fall for you to get revenge from Kageyama or Karasuno, or both, that would be shitty, Oikawa. You're shitty, but even you're not that shitty."

"It's not- it's not trying to get back at them or something." He quietly admitted.

"Then what is it?"

Yeah, what was it? Why did he get angry every time he saw you with that stupid Kageyama? Oikawa was better than Kageyama in every possible way. He was better looking, proved himself to be a better setter in the last game, funnier, confident, good with girls, flirty- he was just much better than that stupid king.

Then why did you stay by his side, and not Oikawa, the better one's side?

Why did you tense up every time you saw him? Felt like you had to attack him? Anytime he said something about your team, why did you defend them? Why didn't you realize he was better than Kageyama?

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" Now, that was new. Iwaizumi didn't think he would live long enough to see Oikawa say those words to him.

"I don't," Oikawa smirked. "And that's what makes it interesting."

***

You were watching the training match between Nekoma and Aoba Jousai, a little sad that your team didn't get the chance to play with them today, too. Still, a spike from Kuroo himself had you cheering at the top of your lungs, gaining a cheeky grin from him.

You saw Oikawa's eyes dart your way as you cheered, a small scowl appearing on his face. You couldn't look away, the golden-brown eyes making it impossible to do so. Only when you heard a whistle coming from the game next to you were you able to shake yourself and stop staring.

"We won, we won Y/N-chan!" Hinata shouted, making his way next to you along with Kageyama on his side. "We were like hiyaa- and Kageyama did gvaa, then I jumped, and it was like kyooo!"

Despite being breathless, Hinata still had the energy to show you every move he did, unlike Kageyama, who looked so tired that you worried he might pass out.

"Hey, you okay?" You asked him as you got under his arm, supporting him as you walked to the bench. "Yeah, just tired." He wiped the sweat with the back of his hand, making you wince. "Ah, you stink." You muttered, turning your face the other way as you shoved the towel you were holding to his face. "And dripping sweat. You're going to get sick."

"I honestly don't have the energy to even dry my face to a towel right now." He told you, though you could already from the way he walked. You giggled, pressing the towel to his face for him. "Okay, big baby, I'll help you- but don't get too comfortable, it's just for today."

He grinned.

***

Oikawa frowned as you giggled at Kageyama. It was Kageyama, for God's sake, how could he say something even remotely funny? He gritted his teeth when you dabbed the towel to his face, wiping his sweat for him.

Before he could even think about it a second, Oikawa found himself making his way to you, trying to look as confident as he could.

You were still giggling at something, though your smile dropped as soon as you saw the cocky captain coming towards you. He was sweaty, fluffy brown hair now sticking to his handsome face, framing it so nicely that you found yourself holding your breath.

"Hey there, little manager." You gritted your teeth when you heard the nickname he had for you. Well, he probably didn't even know your name, so it was normal, but it didn't make it any less annoying.

"Oikawa-senpai." You muttered, pretending not to notice how his eyes glinted when you called him Senpai. "How can I help you?"

Since you got scolded by both Daichi and Sugawara for losing your calm against a boy two years older than you the last time, you knew you had to stay calm this time.

"I was hoping to see you." He told you, ignoring Kageyama that stod right next to you. He hoped to see you? Why?

"Well, I'm here." You answered, not sure what he was trying to do. Oikawa sighed because you looked a little too uninterested for his ego. "Yn-chan," Your eyes slightly widened when you heard your name dropping from his lips, a weird feeling running down your body. "I was hoping to see you, so I could... apologize."

Interesting.

"Apologize?" You repeated, and he nodded with a dramatically regretful expression on his face.

"Yes, you see, we got on the wrong foot, and I thought I could talk to you about what happened." Your eyes narrowed, not sure what's up with the sudden 180° in his attitude.

"I just wanted to tell you that what I did last time was wrong, and I'm sorry about what I did." His voice so soft and soothing, you could feel your heartbeat picking up. Why did he have to look so damn handsome as he apologized? He ran a hand through his dampened hair, your eyes following his hand you gulped.

"Oh, um, that's nice?" You said, causing his brows to furrow. "Although you shouldn't be apologizing to me, but to Kageyama." He saw the small smile forming on your lips, and you grinned internally. "Yeah, you're right."

Now that he had even made his way to apologize to you, it was your turn to make a move, there weren't any obstacles for you to fawn over him now, were there?

You had turned your gaze to your phone from Oikawa when it buzzed with a notification -as Oikawa waited for you to confess your undying love or some shit-, thinking that he'll leave after the whole apologizing thing.

Maybe you were one of those shy ones, he thought. Deciding to be generous, he gave you a little push.

"And?" He told you. "Isn't there anything else you would like to say to me?" You should be grateful I even gave you this much of my time, he thought internally. He didn't do this for everyone.

"What-" your voice trailed off. "What do you even expect me to say?" It wasn't your words that left him speechless, and it was the look of pure confusion on your face. Where was the confession? Why weren't you doing the things he expected you to do?

Oikawa was often right about how things would turn out, both in volleyball or in life, so on these rare occasions, he had no idea what to do.

As you noticed the you're-hurting-my-ego look on his face, you finally understood what was going on. Oh, poor little Oikawa-senpai. He was expecting you to fangirl already, didn't he?

"Oh, come on, Senpai." You told him with a cheeky grin. "You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?

***

"You really shouldn't be messing like that with him, you know," Sugawara told you, making you sigh. "I know, I know." You told him. "But he's just so full of himself that I can't hold my tongue back!"

"Don't underestimate him, Y/N. He acts all innocent and stupid, but he's dangerously smart, one of the smartest people I know. Don't fall for it." He warned you but stopped talking when he saw your eyes looking at your phone screen instead of him.

The notification was from Instagram, a friend request. Your brows furrowed, and you unlocked your phone, gasping when you read the name that stood there.

Oikawa Tooru.

The Oikawa Tooru had sent you a friend request. You had to be dreaming, but you accepted it and sent him a request back nevertheless. You thought that would have been the end of it, but it was only seconds after when your phone buzzed, his name on your screen once again.

"Hey, little manager."

Your breath hitched in your chest, and you hesitated as you opened the text. Should you text back? You were debating whether you should text back or not when you heard Sugawara fake a cough.

"I gotta go now, we have some free time, and I think I'm going to use it to practice a little." You nodded with a smile that mimicked his since you were never able not to smile when Sugawara looked at you with his signature grin. "Okay, I'll be cheering for you."

"Yeah, just don't cheer for anyone from Aoba Jousai, right?" He winked, walking away before you even got the chance to wash the shock off.

Your eyes instinctively wandered around the court before you even knew who you were looking for, and you found yourself feeling giddy inside when you found Oikawa right across the court, sitting on the bench and looking at you with a cocky smile.

***

"Slow down a little, guys, you'll choke if you eat like that." You told Hinata and Kageyama, though they seemed too focused on their food to hear you. You rolled your eyes, placing your now-empty bowl in the sink, not noticing someone coming right after you.

"Ah, it's the little manager." You heard him, his voice a little too close to your ear. He bent over a little to place his bowl in the sink, his face getting dangerously close to you. "The food was amazing, is it because you helped them cook it, too?"

"No." You answered gingerly, eager to leave this conversation before you- found more details about him that amazed you. "Ah, then it should be because of your pretty face I was looking that made it taste better."

You grimaced at his answer. "You're getting cheesier with every second, Oikawa-san." He pouted. "What happened to Oikawa-senpai? It was real cute, you know."

This man was just too-

"Oikawa senpai," you gritted your teeth, and he grinned. "Why are you talking to me?"

He shrugged. "I think I enjoy talking to you. And I was wondering if my apology went through." A step your way, and you could swear you sensed his minty perfume. "It did." You answered as you took a step away from him since his presence alone was fuzzying your thoughts. "Doesn't mean that I'll be instantly head over heels for you, though."

You thought that would've made him angry, irritated, at least, but instead, he grinned as if he was playing a game.

Then, all of a sudden Oikawa's smile dropped, and he sighed. "I wish you could just see I'm not as bad as you think."

"Oh, right. Cause you're just amazing, right?" You mocked him, expecting him to smile and give a cocky answer, but he didn't. He stayed silent, his dark brown eyes boring into yours so sincere, it sent shivers down your spine. "I mean it, I'm not the big bad wolf you think I am. I know I was mean to you and... Kageyama before, but weren't you also? Why am I the bad guy when I even went ahead and apologized, but you are still mocking me?"

You had no answer to that. Because- he was right. Oikawa did apologize to you, but you were still trying to make him angry, and you were the one who said he was too full of himself.

"You're right," you finally admitted after a long pause. "I know." He answered with a grin, and you rolled your eyes, though it wasn't as annoying as it was the past few days.

"Okay, then. Let's make a deal." You told him. "I'm listening." He quirked a brow up, a look of genuine interest on his handsome face. "Let's start over."

"Start over?" He repeated, and you nodded. A few seconds of silence that felt like an eternity passed as you waited for his answer. Maybe this was dumb, and you were just humiliating yourself-

"Okay." He answered, your eyes snapping up to his with the sudden answer. Even though you tried to conceal it, he saw the glint of hope in your eyes.

"Okay." You said back, trying to hold back your smile and failing.

***

You have never in your wildest dreams have thought Oikawa could be so nice.

Nice to hang around with, talk, and joke with... And that was just straight-up terrifying because that led your heart to have its own consciousness apart from the logical part of your body, a part that hushed your thoughts whenever Oikawagot a little too close to you, a part that scolded you when your eyes searched his figure a little too often, a part that didn't know how to stop you from feeling giddy and smile when he looked back at you, too.

"You're acting weird lately." Sugawara came closer to you in the water break.

"How so?" You asked with a smile. He shrugged. "I'm not sure, but I'll just tell this to you as a senpai," he wasn't smiling as he talked. "Don't go catching feelings to someone you shouldn't."

"Sugawara-senpai," you laughed, shaking your head side to side. "What are you talking about? I'm not catching feelings for anyone!"

"You know, I hate it when you lie. You're really bad at it too." He sighed when he saw how afraid you looked. "Look, it's not my place to tell you what to and not to do, and I have no say in your relationships whatsoever. But he isn't someone you should trust, I told you this before." He smiled, that cute signature smile of his. "Just be careful, all right?"

You nodded, and you knew there was no reason in denying. "Good." His hand ruffled your hair, making you groan in frustration, but before you could go back at him, he turned his back to you, walking to the court.

You looked at Oikawa as he smacked the ball. Combing his dampened hair out of his face by running a finger through them, and wiping his face with the back of his hand.

His eyes found yours as they always did, and you couldn't hold yourself back from smiling as he sent a cocky smile your way. Though, his smile dropped when Iwaizumi smacked his head harshly, probably scolding him about not listening, which made you giggle.

You felt your heartbeat picking up, a little too much that it was getting out of hand. So you decided it was best to leave and take some fresh air to just stop yourself from thinking about him.

You don't like Oikawa Tooru, you tell yourself. He's the captain of your enemy team. The rival of your best friend. The Great King. The guy you were so prejudiced, but later saw how much more of a human he was. A boy that looks nothing but a goofy, proud, cocky boy, but instead is someone that worked as much, or maybe even more than your friends. Oikawa Tooru, the perfectionist who sacrificed so much to become who he now is.

And you admire him.

Before all this, you still did admire him for how he played, but now it was so much more. He was proud, and he was full of himself, but he was also insecure, and he was afraid. Oikawa was mean, but he was kind, and he could smack the ball so hard that it would scare you, but could sometimes be so gentle you couldn't recognize him, acted stupid but was terrifyingly smart.

And even though you were out here because you were hiding from him, he was standing right across you. "I was a little worried when I couldn't see you inside, staring at me like I'm the most amazing thing."

"I'm not staring at you like you're the most amazing thing!" You protested. "Actually, it's you who's staring at me!" Lies. But instead of calling you out, he smiled. "Maybe you're right. I do look at you quite a lot." He muttered, making your eyes go wide.

"Wh-why are you here, Oikawa-san?!" You managed to choke out, trying to change the subject.

"Oh," his eyes had a sly glint to it, and you thought maybe you shouldn't have asked him that. "I was just wondering if you could..." Did he look- embarrassed? "If you could dry my face for me? Like you did to Kage- I- I mean, dry my face." He held out the towel in his hands, a -although you hated to admit- cute smile on his face.

"What? Dry your face? Me? Why can't you do it yourself?"

He frowned at the question. "You hadn't asked him all these questions." He muttered, making you finally realize what was going on. "You want me to do this because you're jealous?" You couldn't help but giggle. An expression of pure shock flashed on his face. "I'm not jealous of that-" He stopped himself and grinned. "Please do it? Pretty please? For your Senpai?"

You groaned. "Will you shut up if I do as you say?"

He grinned. "But of course, m'lady."

"Oh, just shut up."

"Whatever you say m-" You started to wipe his face, choosing to begin from his mouth just so he could shut up, though feeling his soft lips under your touch, you realized it probably was a big mistake.

He was just as surprised as you, unable to move your fingers, you recognized the odd feeling that was forming in your stomach.

You took a hitched breath in as you finally gathered the courage to move your hand. You touched Oikawa's face softly, dabbing at his slightly reddened cheeks (it had to be the training, you thought), his temples, his forehead. You repeated this once or twice more, and just as you were about to put your hand back down, you felt a slight pressure on your hand, causing you to pressure his cheek, too.

It was Oikawa, you realized.

"Wait, not yet." He told you, his low voice, along with the feeling of his hand on yours sending shivers down your spine. "Don't stop just yet." He closed his eyes, his face leaning in your touch, making you unable to move or think. He just looked so vulnerable-

You had no idea what the hell was going on, but before you could even ask him that, he opened his eyes, a sly glint in his eyes, and a mocking smile on his lips. He was teasing you, wasn't he?

You rolled your eyes, pulling your hand back, freeing yourself from his touch. "Y/N-chan," he pouted. "I was comfortable!"

"Well, I wasn't." You answered, you both knowing very well that was a lie. "You looked pretty comfortable, though."

You sighed. "Oikawa, just shut up, will you? Isn't your break already over?"

He would've given a mocking answer if he didn't notice Iwaizumi running towards him, ready to pull him back to training. He pouted. "You're right. I'll text you, though!" He beamed as he ran into the building.

"Feel free not to!" You answered back, trying to hold back the grin that was forming on your lips.

***

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, waking you up from your nap. You groaned and was turning your phone upside down when you realized the text was from Oikawa.

You immediately felt your sleep vanishing as you unlocked your phone, the brightness making you wince.

"Meet me under the big tree,

Bring some milk bread too, pretty lady."

You grinned and was about to text him back when your phone buzzed with a notification once again.

"It took me like... 10 minutes to come up with that, and Iwa-chan punched me 😔 will you kiss it better?

Btw, I couldn't rhyme midnight with anything but don't be late pls"

You couldn't stop smiling as you sent a meme as an answer, unreasonably afraid of giving him a verbal response.

You locked your phone once again when you didn't get a response, not even aware that you were grinning like an idiot.

***

Just as you promised, you went under the big tree that was behind the building, concealing you from the eyes of your teammates. You were right on time, waiting for him, though he hadn't arrived yet, giving you time to consider if running away and telling him you never came was the right thing to do.

What even was this? Meeting under the tree at night, like some cheap cliché out of a cheesy novel, was just the thing Oikawa would do, you had to admit, but you weren't sure if it was for teasing purposes or something more.

It was normal, you told yourself, nothing special, no need to get your hopes up. But you knew you couldn't keep telling yourself and believe it when he looked at you the way he did when you laughed, when your eyes met his from the other side of the court, when he smacked the ball and scored a point, looking your way to see if you had seen it too.

You didn't know what that look was, or what it meant, but you were smart enough to know that it wasn't anything that would happen between you and Sugawara, or Nishinoya, or any one of your friends, for that matter. It was something that hitched your breath whenever you looked in his pretty brown eyes, the ones that seemed to be always glinting with mockery.

"Did you bring it?" You heard a whisper along with footsteps, though you knew it couldn't be anyone but him whose voice sent shivers down your spine like this.

"Yes, Oikawa-san, I brought it." You rolled your eyes like you were annoyed, a way of hiding the excitement that was in your eyes whenever he was around you. He sat right next to you, leaning on the big tree, his body so close to yours that your shoulders and legs touched with every move. He smelled so nice, the woody smile coming from him mixing with the smell of night, the grass and the trees, his hair tickling your face whenever the wind blew.

He licked his lips when you took what he was asking for out of the basket, your eyes following and mimicking the motion subconsciously. "This is my favorite thing in the world." He groaned as he took a big bite out of the milk-bread in his hands. You saw a glint in his eyes, and he cracked a smile. "Except for you, of course."

"Very funny." You answered with a mocking tone, though you thought it was merciless of him to tease you so. You tensed when you felt his head slowly dropping on your shoulder, his soft hair now in your face, making you grimace. "You just never let me make a move." He sighed, "It kinda started to hurt my ego."

"Maybe I would've if you weren't such a tease." You felt his eyes on you, though you chose not to look at them since you were afraid of what you could see in them.

"Did you like my poem, though? You didn't comment on that today, really broke me since I poured my heart in every word." He pouted, and you wanted to kick yourself to prevent your mind from thinking how cute he looked just then.

"It's not that I didn't comment, but couldn't." You told him. "It was so good that I didn't know what to say."

"Ah, if that's so, there's a lot more if you want me to, you know." He grinned smugly and opened his mouth. "Oh, no need, really, I think that was enough." You told him with a mocking horror.

"The night so chilly, and it's a bit windy. Though it's not a problem since I got you with me." You couldn't help but giggle as he said those lines so seriously, though you knew he wasn't from the smallest thug on his lips.

"I have no words for how great that was." You told him, your hand on your heart with an exaggerated expression. "I don't know if this a blessing or a curse." He replied with a pout, and you laughed.

As he watched you laugh, your arms shaking ever so slightly, he felt the odd feeling in his chest that he had experienced this past week quite a lot. "I'm sleepy, Y/N- chan." He told you suddenly, and you could feel him shuffling in his place to be a bit more comfortable.

"You were the one who called me out here at this hour. And you've been practicing all day, you really shouldn't be skipping sleep."

"It's totally worth staying awake, though." His voice now a low whisper, you felt goosebumps but weren't sure if it was because of him or the chilly night.

"You won't be saying that tomorrow, though." You told him with a small giggle. You could feel him looking at you, and your heartbeat fastened uncontrollably.

"Well then, I have no other choice but to sleep here, then."

"Wha- what are you doing, Oikawa-san?" You stuttered as you felt his head sliding down, resting on your shoulder.

"I'm sleeping. You're the one who told me I shouldn't skip sleep, aren't you?" He grinned slyly, your shoulder oddly comfortable.

You shifted in your place a bit too, afraid that he'll pull his head back and go back to his room, and you scooted a bit closer to him to make him comfortable. Because of the size difference between you, his head was in an odd position that would probably cause his neck to ache tomorrow, so trying to make it a bit better, your hand went to his head to push it back the slightest, though the moment your hand touched his soft hair, you heard him sigh.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to-" you pulled your hand back, only for him to grab your hand and put it back on his hair.

"No, it's okay- I mean... it's... nice."

"My hand is nice?" You repeated, not able to understand what he meant.

"No... the feeling... the feeling of your hand in my hair is nice." A meek whisper that you probably wouldn't be able to hear if you weren't listening so close went out his lips.

He sounded like a little boy, making you grin unconsciously. "Can you?" He muttered, not even a question. "S-sure." You could feel your cheeks burning, and you could swear you felt his cheeks burning, too.

As you ran your fingers through his soft tresses, you could hear him sighing contently, his breaths getting slower and deeper with every stroke.

His face nuzzling to the crook of your neck, you could swear you felt his lips touching your neck slightly. "Oikawa-san," you muttered, shuffling a bit away from him, only for him to close the gap again, maybe getting even closer to you each time. "Stop doing that." He told you when you tried to get away from him again, this time, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer to him and not letting you shuffle away.

It's not that you actually wanted to get away from him, you wanted this moment to last forever, but you were also aware that this probably meant nothing to him, whereas it meant too much to you.

"You need to let me go." You told him when you couldn't pull yourself free from his grip.

"I can't let you go." He answered, and you got the feeling that he wasn't talking about this. "I've tried, you know. To let you go, I mean. But you're just everywhere I look, even when you're nowhere to be seen, you're always on my mind." He told you, your hand in his hair freezing with his words.

Not knowing what to say to that, you gave yourself a few seconds to think. "Wow," you finally muttered. "That was pretty cheesy."

He stayed quiet for a second and then snickered. "And that was the worst reaction I have ever gotten to a confession." His hand on your waist loosened, letting you pull back. His head lifted off your shoulders, now looking in your eyes, you shuddered. "Wh-what confession?" You asked, your question making him groan.

"Oh my god, Y/N, I'm trying to tell you I like you!" He finally told you when you looked at him blankly.

He what?

"Do you feel the same?" He asked when you stayed quiet. Did you feel the same? Of course, you did, or why else would you be here? You nodded slightly, an audible sigh of relief coming from his way.

"Then can I... can I kiss yo-"

You kissed him first.

Epilogue:

"C'mon, Y/N-chan, just one kiss, for luck!" He pressed on, making you roll your eyes. "Look, I'm not even asking you to wear my jersey, I respect you wanting to hide this for a bit more."

"Don't you try to fool me, I know you're just saying this because you're afraid of Iwaizumi-san!"

"Am not!" He pouted like a child, crossing his arms. You took a deep breath, not even aware of your boyfriend getting closer to you inch by inch.

"Come on, love, don't be a tease and kiss me already." His voice deep and serious, not giving you the option to refuse. Your eyes widened at the sudden change of attitude, though, you should have gotten used to it by now.

You did as he said, leaning into him and closed the distance between you, touching your lips to his soft ones. Kissing him always gave you goosebumps, in an oddly good way. Resisting the urge to push your hands between his hair and pulling him deeper into you, you pulled back. "There," you told him, trying to hide how out of breath you were just from that 2-second kiss, "happy now?"

"Sugawara-senpai!" You exclaimed, frantically searching for a way to save your ass. He saw the look on your face, a dark expression finding its way on his. "Nuh-uh, don't you try to lie to me." He told you.

"Very." He answered with a smug grin, making you blush and roll your eyes at the same time. He exited the room, and not long after, you followed him, not expecting Sugawara to be there, waiting for you to come out. "Oh well, look what we have here." He told you with a smug look that contrasted with his cute face.

Nishinoya.

"Now, since your boyfriend, Oikawa here is playing a match against us, it's only fair if you kiss us too, for, you know, luck." You knew he was joking, so you rolled your eyes, ready to enter the court to see if your team had started to get ready for the match, eyes widening with fear when you saw the little boy staring back at you with as wide eyes.

"HE WHAT?!" He screamed, his voice thundering in the hallway.

"Oh shit." You muttered to yourself.

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"You always hide here when you're down," Geto said, stepping onto the rickety floors of the abandoned wooden gazebo at the far edge of the walled gardens. It was meant to be torn down but for your insistence for it to stay erect.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag when you didn't answer, huddled on one of the corners of the hexagonal structure. "You really shouldn't have done that," he told you, his voice ringing crisp in the still air.

"You should really quit that dirty habit," you muttered in a form of retaliation, not really in the mood to be lectured.

"I could say the same with your games, Y/N!" he said harshly, the first time he ever would. It was more for the fact that he felt frustrated that you kissed him all for the benefit of another man as opposed to merely scolding you for whatever wrongdoing you've committed. He felt all the more frustrated that he was doing it at all.

"I'm sorry if I dragged you into this," you told him sincerely. "I shouldn't have –"

"I am not sorry," he interrupted you. "I wanted that for a while now."

"What?" You stood up and walked towards him, making him turn to face you. "What are you talking about?"

Geto placed a hand behind his neck, exhaling exaggeratedly and throwing his head back, closing his eyes momentarily before meeting your blue gaze. "I understand why Kento is taking this harder than what you're expecting." He sighed. "It probably would have been better if you kissed Yuuji instead."

You just blinked at him, perplexed. "I don't get it."

It's now or never. He wanted you to know at least before you made up your mind, but knowing you, he knew you already did. And he wasn't going to be your choice. "Look, I like you. I wanted you for myself ever since you entered university."

"Huh?"

"And three years ago, I told Kento about how I felt," he droned on. "And maybe he thinks that's still the case, that I am still his rival where you are concerned."

"So are you?" you demanded.

He shook his head, smiling as he blew smoke at the opposite direction. "I know a losing game when I see one, and honestly, I'm rooting for the two of you."

You clutched at his arm. "Suguru..."

He ruffled your hair, throwing his cigarette away and hugging you to his side. "Don't get me wrong, princess. I was hurt that I wasn't your favorite anymore. I wanted to tell you, but you beat me to it and told me you liked Kento instead."

"You'll always be my favorite," you said. "You guys don't get replaced, not to me. I love you all differently, and I have things I share with each of you that I can never have with the other."

Geto's eyes widened slightly at your words. "I'll hold you to that." He snickered then. "Seriously though, where the hell did the two of you get things so wrong? Everything just went to shit in a matter of hours. And I thought Ieiri and I were being very specific with our instructions to you."

"Ieiri?"

"She's been talking to Kento, too. You two are just too dense and slow."

You punched him on the arm, glaring at him.

"Ow!" he grumbled, rubbing at the sore spot. "I'm a model, you know. You're not supposed to mark me."

"Oh, is that what you tell all your girls?" you teased.

He rolled his eyes at you. "Kento already made it back to the house. You should apologize."

You stood on your toes and kissed him on the cheek, hugging him tight.

"You might want to refrain from doing just that, princess," he said but you just giggled and made your way back to the manor. "You're still my favorite!" you called out.

He took another stick if cigarette, chuckling at you, but as he was about to light it, he opted not to.

You've done it this time. You just knew it. You realized that when you sobered up from all the crying you did after the incident at the lake. It was too late to say you should have listened to Yuuji and regret wasn't really something you could relate to. Typically. Now, you wanted him to say, "I told you so." Him and Megumi. Throw in Nobara, too, but you knew you weren't going to forgive yourself if things didn't turn back the way they used to be where you and Nanami were involved. That was all you were hoping for if he really has been put off by the mere idea of you.

Geto was just as much of a trickster as you are, but what you did not foresee was the result and his reaction to you, and you weren’t exactly ready for the his confession. That was a first and after speaking with him, you understood. Nanami was downright outraged. He might have not gone all out on you about the matter but you knew there was something else he wasn't saying. He has always been considerate of your feelings, and you were afraid you've trampled on his. It was regardless of whether you meant it or not. You just crossed the line.

The situation wasn't good, and you knew Gojo would have killed you if he saw just how you were behaving at the lake, and you could just pray to every higher being out there that he never gets to find out or you’ll have no choice but to sit down and listen to his lecture. He may be averse to the idea of you dating any of his friends, and he may be the best brother anyone could have, but he would definitely not tolerate what you have done.

A bigger part of everything that’s been happening was your fault. You knew it, and you weren't afraid to admit it either. Although Nanami may have his faults for being so much of an over-thinker and being indecisive, he was right. Why couldn't you be a normal person for once and just be honest about how you feel? Why couldn't you just tell Nanami you loved him and you have been in love with him for the longest time? Again, you couldn't relate to the idea because you haven’t ever been able to healthily express your opinion, but enough was enough. You were going to do it tonight. It didn't matter what the result was. You wanted him in your life, and you’ll go through lengths to have him.

After tossing and turning on your bed for what seemed like hours and later wearing a path on your bedroom floor while fidgeting on the hem of your silk robe, you finally decided there was no way you were sleeping. You couldn’t if it saves you when the dread of him totally disappearing because of what you do gnawed at you from the inside.

You were worried sick of Nanami who disappeared after the incident. You called him on the phone several times but every attempt went straight to voicemail, and out of your frustrations, you found yourself retreating to that same spot where Geto found you. You were only able to rest easy when he spoke to you, telling you that Nanami already made it back to the manor.

Functioning on instinct, you got out of your room barefoot, the flaps of your robe flying behind you as you marched towards the guest room where he was staying. You even had your fist raised to knock on the door but at that very moment, you stopped. For the first time, you felt vulnerable. You didn't have a clue about what you would say to him the moment you see him. You didn't know how you would approach him or if it was already the right time to do so. It was an unfamiliar feeling.

Digging your nails into your palms, you listened for movement on the other side of the door when you heard the door to the adjoining bath open and close, followed by the quiet padding of bare feet on the carpeted floor. Your breath snagged, thinking of turning away. You decided to do just that but then, the door suddenly opened, making you squeak in surprise, the sight of him dressed in just his navy pajama bottoms causing you to ogle his muscular chest and abdomen.

Well shit, you thought. He was beyond hot.

"Er..."

"What is it, Y/N?" he asked, sounding mostly tired than mad. He didn't look happy to see you, but at least he didn't slam the door to your face. Too much of a violation to his manners, you surmised, tempted to tease him, but you opted not to. You weren't in any position to be playing your little games.

You exhaled in batches before you finally found your voice. "I... n-need to talk to you. Can I...come in?"

He just looked at you for a moment before taking a step back and opening the door wider for you. He then turned his bare back to you as he walked over to the bed, the muscles on his sides and back flexing with each movement. He then motioned for you to sit on the chair situated quite far from him before he himself sat down, waiting for you to talk.

You didn't sit down and instead stood behind the chair, gripping its back. "Look, I'm sorry."

He ran his fingers through his damp, blond locks, looking like a model for an expensive underwear brand as he did so. "Hmm. Are you now?"

Your throat grew dry, wishing you could smack yourself right there and then for thinking of other things when you were supposed to be apologizing sincerely to him. You knew that he was trying to be sardonic but you couldn't help but think how mesmerizing he sounded. Composing yourself, you nodded. "I am. Suguru and I –"

"I don't wish to hear it, Y/N."

"It didn't mean anything!" you finally snapped, breathing heavily and not realizing you've crossed halfway towards him. You stopped, catching yourself just in time. "I just..." You sighed. "I just wanted to make you jealous."

“Well, what the hell, Y/N! You’ve succeeded.” His jaw clenched as he said the words, eyes intent on you and unrelenting. “And guess what, you’ve done more than just make me feel jealous. You made me feel guilty, too, because I can’t help but think that I pushed you to do that because of what I said to you this morning. Are you happy?”

“No…” You shook your head, your breath snagging. “I was being selfish. None of it is your fault so you don’t have to feel that way. You’ve been trying to talk to me all day, and maybe I should have given you the chance, but being me, I relied on my baser instincts and made a game out of things again.”

He stood this time, towering over you. "That's all you know. Games," he told you quietly, his tone at odds to his words. "You never really cared who gets played in the end as long as you're amused." He reached over and picked up a few strands of your hair before flicking them off his fingers in disdain. "Isn't that what it is?"

His words hurt. "No..."

"Unfortunately, I got caught up in it, all the while thinking that maybe you'll spare me because..." He shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I lost again. Congratulations."

"I'm sorry."

"Sure." He scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm tired, Y/N," he said as he sat down on the bed, burying his face into his hands.

This was it, you thought to yourself. You can't miss your chance. It was regardless of the consequences. You told yourself that. You were not going to back down even if it means you get hurt. Even if it means he would reject you.

Without thinking twice, you moved closer to him, settling on your knees directly in front of him just by his feet. You reached for his hands, gently easing them away from his face. You smiled at how big they were compared to yours, his palms rough against your fingertips. He let you pull them away, slowly moving of their own accord to cup your face, his dark, intense eyes searching yours.

"Y/N, I can't do this anymore."

You chuckled even as tears glistened in your eyes. You brushed his hair away from his forehead. "You read minds now?"

"I'm serious."

"Forgive me. I couldn't help it."

"What are you –"

Before he can finish what he wanted to say, you pushed yourself up on your foot and pressed your lips against his. You felt him stiffen against you, his hand tightening over the slope of your hips as you pushed him forward. You placed your left foot on the bed just beside his thigh while your hands took possession of his face, smiling into the kiss when he finally moved and reciprocated in kind. Your toes curled in anticipation.

He pulled you down, mouths enmeshed, breaths in sync, until you were leveled to him. He raised a hand, placing it on the side of your face, making you lean against its warmth. Your eyes flew open when he pulled away and pressed his lips against your forehead, lingering there before he kissed the tip of your nose, then your cheek just beside your mouth. Nanami closed his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours, his hand soothingly rubbing at your bare thigh.

He was breathing deeply, brows furrowed together. Unable to help it, you started planting butterfly kisses where you could reach, capturing his lips again, hand gently caressing his jawline. Nanami twisted around, laying you on the mattress and hovering over you, continuing to kiss you. His scent had stuck to the sheets engulfing your senses and rendering everything nonexistent but him. You were lost in a world filled with nothing but him and the feel of his hands roaming all over your body in slow, sensuous movements as if he was blindly mapping out your every contour and curve.

"I don't think we should be doing this," he breathed out, chuckling quietly, but in the next moment, he sought entrance to your mouth, his hot tongue finding yours, stealing your breath. You held on tight to him, thinking he was overthinking things again, easing his mind by returning his ministrations in kind, and locking him in place with your arms wrapped around his nape. You moved your leg from underneath him, brushing your thigh between his legs, making his breath hitch when you applied the slightest of pressure, feeling him becoming stiff as you rocked your thigh back and forth against him.

Nanami drew back slightly, cutting the kiss. He opened his eyes, looking at you longingly, fingers tracing your shoulder. He looked at you with uncertainty as he fiddled with the lapels of your robe. "Tell me to stop."

At that, you smirked at him, your fingers also wandering up the expanse of his hard abdomen, slowly trailing fire up his chest to his collarbones. You bit your lip between your teeth as his skin seemed to grow warmer where you were touching him, the way he was unsteadily breathing adding to your thrill, beyond glad you had that effect on him.

"I don't want you to stop, Kento." You rose a fraction on your elbow and pecked him on the tip of his nose. "I want you."

He sighed then. “Y/N, if we’re going to do this, I want you to be certain.”

“Like a hundred percent certain?” you teased. “What’s the legal jargon for that? Do you want me to say, ‘Sustained,’ or ‘No objections, your honor’?” You giggled and he joined in, shaking his head. “Way to kill the mood though.”

“Sorry.” He flashed you a rueful smile.

Reaching out, you cupped the side of his face, eyeing him with as much conviction and certainty as you could. “You should know by now that I don’t do things I don’t exactly want to do. And when I say I want this – I want you – then that’s precisely what I want.”

He nodded slowly.

“You’re still overthinking.”

“I’m just thinking of what to say to Satoru –”

“You chose the wrong time to be talking too much.” You pulled him close, crashing your lips to his in reckless abandon. It was sloppy at best, but you hoped it would convey your certitude and confidence in what you were about to engage in with him. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Kento, I could cry just having you this close to me.”

Your words seemed to have unlocked something in him as his pupils dilated and his clear eyes clouded with want, and you couldn’t have been more glad that you decided to tell him how you honestly felt. Nanami lowered his head, claiming your lips with his in a slow, gentle kiss, his lips making love to yours in a seductive rhythm that spoke volumes of what he can’t typically express with mere words. The urgency in his kisses increased and you matched his fervor with yours, slightly rising off the bed to meet him halfway, taking as much as you could as he took from you – your breath, your heart, your soul.

As if a switch flipped, his gentle movements turned careless as he grabbed your shoulder and slid the robe off you, throwing it somewhere behind him, eyes alight with excitement as he further undressed you, pulling your matching nightie down, smirking when he discovered you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.

“You planned this,” he rasped.

You grinned smugly at him. “Maybe I did.”

“You’re beautiful,” he said, attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses while his large hands took possession of your breasts, kneading them. You gasped when he caught one of your nipples, twisting it experimentally and watching your reaction when he latched his mouth onto the other, licking around it before giving it a particularly hard suck.

“Oh god,” you whimpered, eyes blowing wide when you heard the sound of your silks being ripped off of your body followed by a soft growl as he continued to devour your tender swells of flesh. His hands reached down, covetously taking your thighs, humming against your breast at the warmth and softness of your skin underneath the rough pads of his palms. He drew one hand upwards to the flimsy lingerie you were wearing, ripping it away wildly as well, making you gasp.

“Hey, don’t –”

Any protests you had died in your throat when he reached down the apex of your legs, his fingers immediately teasing your folds and rubbing gently. “Do you feel how wet you are, my love?” he rasped. “You want me this much?” When you didn’t answer, he prompted you by putting more pressure on the sensitive nub, making you buck off of the sheets with a squeaked out, “Yes.”

Your nether lips were slick with arousal and your clit started to become engorged as he touched you there, making you whine in pleasure as you carelessly threw your arms back on the mattress. He spread your legs wider, giving himself full access to your body while you lay there with hooded eyes, watching him have his way around you, his pupils dilated as he drank in every contour of your body.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, groaning in approval when you slightly arched your neck backwards, reveling in his touch. He started rubbing your clit in circles with just enough pressure to have you gripping on the sheets while his free hand took hold of your exposed breasts, kneading the supple flesh between his fingers. Nanami delighted in the way you looked writhing under his mercy, eyes hazy and mouth partly opened as you let out pleasured sounds, wishing to know how he can make you moan and tremble even more.

Nanami withdrew his hand from your chest and traced down the expanse of your belly until he reached your pelvis, securing you in place as he inserted his long digits into your throbbing cunt, going in and out. He chuckled softly at the sight of you taking his fingers in, the lewd sounds coming from your pooling juices as you clenched around him, spurring him on. He pressed down on your clit around and around, over and over again, circling around that sensitive part of you.

“Just like that,” you mewled, your hips lifting off the mattress to grind against his hand, meeting the friction he was creating and amplifying your desire.

He smirked as he hovered over you. “You just love this, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” you breathed out, feeling your first orgasm hitting you when he started erratically thrusting his fingers into you, the movement of his wrists quick while every thrust was accompanied by your snagged breaths.

Feeling himself getting harder and more titillated with the way your body tossed and turned beneath him, with his free hand, he shoved down his silk pajama bottoms, tossing it away along with his underwear, releasing his cock from its confines. He was, however, taken aback when you suddenly pushed yourself up, smirking at him as your eyes shifted between his dark orbs and his erection, thick, long and pulsating.

Without a warning, you pushed against him, your hands tight on his broad shoulders until his back was against the mattress. Having successfully turned tables on him, you straddled his lap and claimed his lips for your own, kissing him hard and unrelenting while your hands ran down his pecs, down to his hard abs, one of them racing faster than the other as you reached for his length, wrapping your fingers around it, its heat sending you on a wild rush.

“You’re so hot,” you droned absently, making him smile.

“You’re hotter when you’re trying to dominate me like this,” he responded, chuckling.

“Don’t I always though?” you teased, your grip on him tightening slightly while you ran your thumb over his tip, spreading his precum all over the pinkish head, making him quaver in delight. Whatever response he had in mind died right there and then when you lifted yourself up aligning yourself with him. You grabbed the base of his length, guiding him leisurely inside you, the slow pace driving you both on the edge. Your legs shook slightly as you slid down onto him, using his firm thighs to anchor yourself until you were fully sitting on him, his cock buried deep inside you.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, out of breath, feeling himself nestled in your warmth, fitting tight and snug as if you were made just for him. He sat up slightly, holding onto your hips as he slid out slowly, almost to the hilt, holding you up before very gently easing his way back inside, continuing with that slow pace, building a rhythm you both got used to. You held onto his shoulders, meeting every languid thrust halfway, establishing connection with every movement of your bodies.

“Ah…Kento…” you keen, as you both moved against each other, feeling every part of each other against yourselves, melding in a soft embrace as you rode him up and down. You both couldn’t get enough of each other, your nails digging on his back while his hands held your waist in a bruising grip. Your hips met each other in a steady rhythm, the sounds of your moans filling the room, mingling with skin slapping on skin and distinct squelching as you repeatedly swallowed his cock into your hole, making you crumple in rapture.

He reached up, placing a hand at your nape, making you lean closer to press his mouth onto yours, your tongues meeting in a duel, your whimpers drowned out by the action. He released your lips in favor of your neck, progressing downwards as he nipped on your flesh, all the way to your collarbones until he reached your breast, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, making your toes curl as his ministrations brought about sensations that hyper-stimulated every one of your senses.

You luxuriated in everything that was him, the feel of his mouth on you, his length filling you up to the brim over and over again, in and out with every push, his smell, his warmth, the excitement leaping in his eyes while he focused on pleasuring you. You were caught in the midst of your love and fondness for everything that made up Nanami Kento, voicing it out by repeatedly saying, “I love you,” or broken parts of it anyway as if a prayer of fragmented pleas and exultation as he made you his.

He paused when he heard you say it, pulling away, his eyes wide as he gazed at you with his cloudy eyes suddenly becoming clearer while his vision focused on you. “Say that again,” he said.

“I love you,” you murmured, feeling your face grow warm at his unabashed scrutiny. Then again, “I love you,” with more conviction this time. “I’m madly in love with you, Kento.”

“You are?” he asked as if in disbelief, his mouth stretching into smile, eyes filling with joy when you nodded. And along with that, he felt himself growing even harder as if a silent affirmation to how he felt about you. “I love you, too.” He kissed you and laid you down on the bed. “So damn much.”

Nanami settled himself between your legs, placing them over his shoulders as he realigned himself with you, pushing in without preamble and pounding into you in a faster rhythm than earlier. He slid so easily inside of you as he pushed forward and pulled out again and again, the new position making your walls grip tighter around him while he fucked you deeper. He relished the way he was spreading you apart, mesmerized by the way you were connected.

“More,” you purred when you felt him hitting you right where you wanted him over and over again, making you see galaxies of stars as he rammed into you. “Right there.”

“Whatever you want, my love,” he panted, dipping himself even deeper. “You like that? You like how daddy fucks you?”

Your eyes shot open when he said that, knowing you were seeing a new facet of him you’ve never encountered before. But you were not able to dwell on that when you were prompted to respond with a rough, hard thrust, saying, “Yes, daddy. I do…so m-much,” when he pulled out all the way and shoved his dick back in, and in that same instant, you found yourself creaming around him. Your essence dripped down onto the sheets as he continued to thrust faster into you, his breath hitting your skin with the rhythm of his movements as he moaned your name, planting butterfly kisses on your neck.

“You’re so good,” he said as you clenched tighter around him. “Give me one more, baby.”

He hastened his pace even more, rising up with one of your legs hanging on his arm while his free hand reached down, playing with your clit, applying pressure and setting the tempo of his movements with his length which slid in and out of you unabatingly. Your moans were getting louder while your brain felt like it would turn to fizz as your heart pounded in your chest, holding onto the build of that familiar pooling of heat in your loins. In a sudden flurry of sensations, your body lifted clear off the bed as you came long and hard.

Nanami rode you through it, going even harder and rougher as groans started to spill out of his mouth, ending in a crescendo of your sensual cries and a dragged out moan from him as he came inside you, his white, hot seed coating your walls and overflowing out of you.

Closing your eyes, you tried to catch your breath, feeling a shiver run down your spine as you came down from your high. Everything felt detached and surreal as your mind started filling with thought after thought, dominated with nothing but the fact that he just made love to you, the idea not quite sinking in despite the panting, boneless mess that you are at that moment.

You gasped when you felt him pulling out of you before hovering over you to place a kiss on your forehead. You forced your eyes open to look at him, cracking into a crooked grin when you finally looked at him, his hands brushing away stray strands of hair from your sweat-matted forehead.

“I love you, Y/N,” he told you in hushed tones, while you were unable to do anything but nod weakly as your body succumbed to exhaustion.

He bet everything on Gojo’s wedding week. And it was all worth it.

The whole matter has not sunk in just yet, so much so that he didn’t get a wink’s sleep trying to make sense of it all, but mostly afraid that he will wake up in the morning and find that everything was just a dream. A very vivid, beyond pleasant dream. But the sun rose in the horizon, and as he lay there awake, he had his proof of everything that happened beside him, asleep and very much real, pressed against his side.

When you came to him the previous night, he was certain things between you would end. If he was being honest, he has had it with your playing. He didn’t know exactly what your aims were the previous night until you made the move. Again, if he was being honest, he was also being a coward, always the one at the end of the rope you were reaching for. He wanted to switch your positions for a change, but when he did, it felt like he was getting nowhere, just pulling the rope without anyone at the end.

He thought he had lost when you kissed Geto in front of him, didn’t know what to do with the information when you said you were doing it to make him jealous. And no matter how low you went just to get his attention or to retaliate to his lack of response to you the previous day, he couldn’t say he didn’t like that you did it, too. He didn’t like it per se, but your motivations behind it spoke volumes of how you felt. He was just too blind to see it.

You were right about certain things, one of them being the fact that he was supposed to know you and understand how you communicated. Another was the fact that it wasn’t too much for you to ask him to be selfish for his sake and yours. He had wanted to act exactly that way for a long time, and when you were giving him the chance, he walked away from it instead. And as per usual, you were the one who fought your way against him for the same aim of having him.

He sighed, shifting to his side to face your slumbering form. He felt his heart melting at the sight of you softly breathing and appearing so serene snuggled against him and wearing his shirt. He could almost laugh when you suddenly fell asleep on him right after he made love to you. He sighed, knowing you wouldn’t wake up any time soon after you closed your eyes, decided to clean you up and dress you up before settling beside you, too.

But out of everything, since the previous night, whenever he would remember you telling him you loved him, his heart just stops for a second only to resume its beating in irregular staccatos. You told him you could almost cry having him that close to you, but he was the one who felt like shedding tears about having you.

He bet his heart knowing there was a possibility that you would just toy with it and break it. In the end, he finally got everything he wanted in your person. He should have already known that in order to get to you, he has to go through everything, have his heart shattered if that’s what it would take. He wanted to peel all your protective layers, but you ended up doing that to him instead, and it was safe to say you succeeded. Still, although he felt like dying when he saw you kissing Geto, he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d go through it all again if it meant he would get you in the end.

Nanami caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, smiling when you scrunched your nose a bit, your brows furrowing slightly. Just then, your eyes opened, your ocean-blue irises devouring him in an instant in waves of emotions, the most dominant of them all being gratitude towards whatever higher power brought you to the world to exist and love him when you could have anybody else.

You broke into a sleepy grin the moment you saw him. “Good morning, daddy,” were the first words that came out of your mouth, teasing him the moment you woke up.

He felt heat suffuse his cheeks when you said that, flashing you a pained look. It hadn’t been embarrassing when he suddenly decided he had a daddy kink and wanted to hear you say it, but now that he has sobered up from the feel of you against him, he didn’t exactly want you to say it, not when you were mercilessly ragging him for it first thing in the morning. He didn’t detest it though.

Nanami diverted his gaze from you, his face turning red, but you abruptly rose slightly, grabbing both sides of his face to make him look at you.

“What are you getting all shy around me for?” you cooed. “Don’t you like it when I call you that?” You smirked. “Come to think of it, I was startled when you said that, too.”

“Are you making fun of me?” he said, pouting.

Your eyes rounded and you let go of him, even going to the extent of moving away from him.

“What?” he asked, suddenly panicked as he sat up, grabbing your arm, afraid you’ll walk away.

You clucked your tongue. “D-don’t do that…that p-pouting thing…” you spoke haltingly, unable to talk properly as you pinched the bridge of your nose, looking flustered.

“Do what?” he asked, not quite catching what you were saying.

“Don’t go acting cute so early in the morning. I’m not used to this side of you. Jesus, Kento,” you told him all in one go, your hands flailing about. “You’re messing with me.”

He arched a brow at you and started laughing heartily. You were genuinely distressed and he didn’t know what he would do with you. “I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t know you were not immune to my charms.” He pulled you towards him, making you face him. “How are you feeling by the way?”

“I’m fine.”

“Not sore anywhere?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Fishing for compliments now?”

He shook his head slowly, not understanding what you were talking about. “I don’t think we’re on the same page.” He started fussing around you then, even lifting his shirt which you were wearing, slightly looking for telltale signs of the possibility that he could have hurt you in any way when he spotted bruises on your hips. “Oh no.”

“Why?” you asked, blinking cluelessly when you saw what he was looking at. To your surprise, he suddenly took you in his arms, his expressions indicating distress. “What’s going on?”

“I hurt you,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

It was your turn to laugh. “You obliterated me, Kento, but I’m not sorry about it.” You pulled away from him and pecked him on the lips. “You were awesome.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I should go easy on you. I don’t really like the idea of injuring you in any way.”

You narrowed your eyes on him. “You’ve set the bar on how good you can be between the sheets. If you hold back on me, I’ll throttle you. Maybe I’ll ask Satoru for help, too.”

“What –”

“You’ve been warned, Nanamin.” You leaned forward, planting your face on his chest. “Stop worrying. I don’t regret anything, and if you make love to me as well as you did last night every single day, I’ll gladly have my battle scars.”

Nanami cupped your head, rubbing soothingly, his eyes meeting yours while a slight smile played at the corners of his mouth. “You’re so weird sometimes.”

“You love me.”

He kissed the top of your head. “I do. With all that I am.”

“Stop getting into a tizzy then.”

“Okay, Y/N.”

“Okay, Kento.”

“Are you always going to call me by my name now?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “I like it better than when you call me Nanamin.”

Your brows knit together then. “I’ve kinda gotten fond of that nickname though. But if that’s what you want, I’m down for it, too.” You grinned at him. “Kento.”

Nanami broke into a smile, but then you said, “Can I always call you 'daddy' instead?” He rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. “I’ll throttle you.”

You chuckled. “My mother would flip!”

“Satoru would flip.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him. The two of you stayed that way for a few moments, just enjoying the comfortable silence while you listened to his heartbeat and basked in his warmth, his muscular arms wrapped around you securely. You’ve never felt safer.

You were, however, the first to break it.

“Kento?” you began.

“Yes, my love?”

“What are we now?”

“You’re all mine and I’m yours,” he stated firmly.

“So we’re official?”

He scoffed. “If last night wasn’t enough to make us official, I’d be happy to prove it further to you. You’re the woman I’ll marry. I’m not giving you a choice on that.”

You snickered. “Fine.”

“Fine?” he repeated with inflection, pushing you down on the mattress while he hovered over you. “Why do you sound as if you don’t like it?”

You burst into bubbles of laughter. “I’m not complaining…”

“But?”

“If that’s the case, I want Satoru to know first before the others. Is that okay?”

He nodded. “That’s just fair, I think.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you. When do you want us to tell him?”

You held his hand, entwining your fingers together and beaming tenderly at the way yours were engulfed by his. “Soon. Very soon.”

-end of part 7-

Aaaaand we're down to the second to the last chapter. This one's rather self-indulgent and I got carried away with the the "daddy" thing lol. Anyway, I would like to say thank you to everyone who's been reading this fic and looking forward to my updates. You guys make me happy!

*I used “you” here, but since my character is Gojo’s little sister who is established to be his female clone for reasons essential to the plot, she possesses the same blue eyes and white hair. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isn’t iffy to anyone, and yeah, i’m not being exclusive or whatever.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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Seasons of PD and Med: Season 0: The Backstory (A Halstead! Brothers + Halstead Sister! imagine)

Hey, I had an idea to pick episodes from every season of PD and Med and write them as if Will and Jay had a younger sister involved. This is the first installment and it will deal with some big things in Jay and Will's young adult years and Y/N's childhood years! Stay tuned for the next update which is season 1 of PD (I'm not gonna say what ep it is yet because I want you guys to be surprised.) I just made up a name for Mama Halstead since she hasn't been named in the show...I'm still waiting on that crumb that the writers neglected to add.

Anyway, enough of the long note, enjoy!

Will's age: 20

Jay's age: 18

Your age: 4

"Dad, I'm leaving tomorrow! It's not like I can change it now!" Jay yelled at his father as he paced the living room, his mom and dad sitting on the couch. His mom was trying to calm his dad, but that wasn't working very well.

"Both of you, keep your voice down," Amelia Halstead hissed at her husband and youngest son. "Y/N's sleeping. And if either of you wakes her up, there will be hell to pay tomorrow."

"Sh- Crap," Jay fixed his language quickly, knowing that he shouldn't swear around his parents. "Y/N."

Amelia's eyes went wide. "Jayson Halstead! You haven't told her yet? You said you wanted to be the one to tell her!"

"He won't have to tell her anything if he doesn't go," Pat Halstead shrugged.

"Patrick." Amelia gave Pat a warning look. "He's his own person and as much as we both hate it, he's an adult in the eyes of the law and can make his own decisions. One of which is whether or not he wants to join the military."

"I just think he should go out and get a real job. Why is it that none of my sons want to do that? Will wants to become a doctor and waste God knows how much time and money in school and this one wants to go and get himself killed. And for what? Because you want to play with guns?"

"Dad," Jay groaned. "We've been over this. I want to help protect people and I want to do that somewhere outside the country because there are others over there who really need it. Also, I like the adrenaline rush."

"Jay, not the time," Amelia scolded in reference to the last part.

"Sorry, Mom," Jay mumbled.

"I'm still not okay with this, no matter your reasoning. I don't need you to come home in a coffin!" Pat yelled.

You heard the booming voice of your dad down the hallway and jumped awake. Why was he yelling? Shouldn't he be sleeping just like you had been? But, maybe he was just yelling at the Blackhawks game as he did that often. Maybe if you got up he'd give you some juice. Your mom was always strict about no sugar before--or during--bedtime, but your brothers and your dad were a lot more easygoing.

So, you slid out of bed and walked down the hallway, excited to see if you'd be able to get some grape juice in your favorite princess cup. You clutched your Build-A-Bear in your hand, which was also dressed in pajamas, as it was bedtime, and walked down the hall. But, you stopped short when you heard that Jay was yelling as well.

"I'm leaving tomorrow and there's nothing you can do about it, Dad! If you hate it so much, feel free to stay home when we all go to the airport!"

Jay was leaving? Did he have another seven-sleep-long soccer camp? He always had those in the summer. And, when you went to his games with your mom when the leaves changed, he scored lots of goals.

"Jay wait--"

"Mom, I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

Jay got halfway down the hall before he saw you.

"Hey, what are you doing up? Isn't it way past your bedtime?" Jay asked, his voice softening as he crouched down in front of you.

Your lower lip started to tremble and you pulled your Build-A-Bear, who you had affectionately named Beary, close to your chest. "You go to soccer for lots of sleeps again, Jay Jay?"

Jay sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Of course, you had heard him say he was leaving. And of course, the only thing you had to compare it to was him leaving for his soccer camps which he always went to at the end of July.

"What's the biggest number you can count to?" he asked, trying to sound excited.

"Um...um...um," you furrowed your eyebrows, trying to remember what you had learned at daycare. "Ten," you finally answered.

"I'm gonna be gone a long time," he told you.

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Here’s this week’s spread! This time, not coffee, but a mango pineapple smoothie in the pic because ya girl craved a smoothie that day instead. (Don’t get it twisted, I drank coffee that day, too!) Also, my first AU of AU-gust will be posted later tonight!

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Overprotective (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

A/N: This was a request from an anon who wanted overprotective Jay and Will and angst and fluff! So, I hope I did your request justice!

Thanks for reading! Remember to like/reblog and comment! I love reading your comments because they put a smile on my face!

Thunderstorm (age 7)

It had been six months since your mom died. Jay was back from his second deployment and was now a police officer and Will was in New York for what you called doctor school. And your dad, well he was here in Chicago with you physically, but not mentally.

You whimpered as you hugged your teddy bear--whom you had affectionately named Officer Chuckles after you heard someone call Jay that at a picnic for police and their families--tight to your chest. The thunder was really loud and you swore it was shaking the house. And, to make matters worse, your dad wasn't here; he had left his seven-year-old daughter alone at home, during a thunderstorm, at 11:30 at night.

Your mom had loved thunderstorms and she'd always watch them as they rolled in. If it was morning, she'd sit and drink her coffee on the front porch while she watched them and listened to the rain drum down on the roof. If it was nighttime, she'd have something called wine, which she told you that you couldn't have until you were older, and do the same thing.

Because of this, every time there was a thunderstorm and your dad wasn't working, he'd always go to the cemetery to visit your mom. You didn't know what he did there. You just knew that every time there was a thunderstorm, you'd just be that much more scared.

Your mom used to comfort you when there was a thunderstorm; she'd tell you that the thunder was just a giant up in the sky bowling and that he just got a strike. But, your dad wouldn't really comfort you because he'd just leave. And, there was only so much Officer Chuckles and huddling in your blankets could do for you.

"We gotta call Jay," you whispered to your bear. "He'll know what to do."

So, you gripped Officer Chuckles in your little hand and then made your way into the kitchen. You jumped as more lightning and thunder cracked across the sky.

You flicked on the light and picked up the phone. You looked at the number on the fridge and carefully dialed it and then hit the "talk" button. Then, you listened to it ring while little whimpers of fear escaped your mouth.

"Dad? Why are you--" You jumped and a small scream came out. "Y/N? Kiddo, what are you doing up? It's late."

"I- I'm scared," you said quickly and ran back to your room with Officer Chuckles and the phone still in your hand and pressed up to your ear.

"Because of the thunder?" Jay asked gently.

"Uh-huh," you answered as you buried yourself back under your covers. "Daddy's not here and-and it's really loud."

"Dad's not there?"

"He went to see Mommy." You squeaked as more thunder came.

Jay cursed on the other end of the phone and hoped you didn't pick up on it. "Y/N, I will be there in ten minutes, okay? I just want you to stay in your room until I get there. Can you do that for me?"

"Uh-huh. But please come fast, Jay Jay. Me and Officer Chuckles are really scared."

"I'll come really, really fast. I promise. Now, I have to put down the phone so I can drive. But I promise I'll get there really fast. I love you."

"I love you, too, Jay Jay."

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Jay cursed himself as he drove as fast as he could towards his childhood home. He didn't even speed, just tried to go the speed limit. But, it was downpouring so hard that he had to slow down so that he didn't hydroplane and get into a car accident. He didn't need that right now and you definitely didn't need that right now.

Jay walked up the front porch--forgetting his umbrella in his car because he was so focused on getting to you--and then found the spare key under the flower pot. The flower was fake; there's no way your dad could keep a plant alive.

"Y/N?" he called out as he slipped off his shoes once he was inside. "It's me. It's Jay Jay."

Thunder cracked across the sky and Jay swore under his breath and then took off running to your bedroom.

There, he found you huddled underneath your comforter clutching Officer Chuckles to your chest and resting your head against him. Your small night light was the only thing giving off light in your room.

"Y/N," he whispered, causing you to jump. "It's okay, it's just me. It's Jay," he said quickly and then flicked on your bedroom light.

Now that everything was bathed in light, you jumped out of bed without hesitating and held tightly onto Jay. "It's too loud! It's too loud!" you wailed as your fingers clutched the bottom of his shirt.

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270 notes • Posted 2021-09-30 05:12:27 GMT

In other news, I got a lot of homework done today and drank coffee at 5pm...which explains why I’m still awake.

288 notes • Posted 2021-04-01 05:07:05 GMT

One exam down…one presentation/exam to go tomorrow and then I’m officially done with the semester!

Thanks to @studywithvictory and @stellakiidd for the good luck wishes on the exam I took earlier! It took a longer time than I expected, but it’s done.

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Deception (A Kim Namjoon Mafia AU)

Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

chαptєr ƒ⊕ur: Missed Me?

Character Count: 9266

Pairing: Namjoon×Reader (Appearances by the whole of BTS)

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And all I loved, I loved alone.

- Edgar Allan Poe

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Do you think it'll be okay to go to his house?" Hoseok voiced, giving concerned glances to all the members. It had been two days and Namjoon had not interacted much with anyone. His phone calls were always short and abrupt, ending with him saying 'I am busy. I'll call you later.'

Hana stood near the window, staring outside at the bright sky while watching all the members through their reflection on the clean window.

"Why not? You guys have known each other for so long." She stated, turning around with a confused frown.

Yoongi sighed and rubbed his eyes. He felt utterly ridiculous with all the thinking he had done. Too many things were happening all at once.

"The last time we saw him, he seemed a little distracted. I think there's something on his mind." Jin said, narrowing his eyes and staring at the ceiling. It was true. In all the years that the gang had spent together, this was the first time that Namjoon seemed so out of it.

"Maybe you should just tell him that you found me. He'll definitely come, right?"

Yoongi gritted his teeth and gave her a glare. He didn't know why he felt so uncomfortable around her. He just knew that she wasn't the same. She had become tougher and.... selfish.

"We're not gonna do that. Especially since you won't tell us where you were all this time." He said coldly.

Everybody nodded in agreement while Hana sighed and shook her head.

"I just....I think he should be the first one to know." She replied, her voice strained. Jungkook clenched his fists and looked at her. After everything that he had done for her, this is what she had to say?

He stood up and walked towards her, watching as she gulped and took a step back.

"Why? Because none of us suffered? Because none of us blamed ourselves for your death?!"

Jungkook looked like he was ready to pounce on her but his anger was justifiable. Since the past two days, everyone had been trying to ask Hana where she was and what she was doing, only to get the same response.

'I won't say unless Joon comes here.'

Jungkook was the most effected but he tried to understand. Of course, Namjoon had known Hana for longer but that doesn't mean her bond with Jungkook was less special. Hana was the first woman Jungkook cared about, he saw her as his older sister and swore to protect her. After her supposed death, he had taken the longest time to recover. He was the one who didn't give up when everyone else was trying to move on.

Yoongi stood up and placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. With a disappointed shake of his head, Jungkook stormed out of the gang's house, Hoseok following him right after.

With a sigh, Yoongi turned his attention to Hana, feeling satisfied on seeing the guilty look that she sported.

"We all searched day and night for you, Hana. I hope you know that."

With that, Yoongi left the room, preparing to call Namjoon again.

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You flicked through the channels on the TV, sighing in annoyance when you couldn't find anything worth watching. Namjoon was currently talking to someone on the phone. You guessed it was business stuff cause he looked a little frustrated.

The last two days, Namjoon had spent a lot of time with you. You got to know him more and you would be lying if you said you didn't like his company. He was a gentleman in every way possible. And you remembered every single conversation that you had with him. Why? Cause it was the first time that you had a normal conversation with someone.

Cause he was worth remembering.

You switched off the TV and turned your attention to the window, admiring the expanse of greenery that covered Namjoon's house. Now that you thought about it, his house was a little too isolated. Also, you didn't see anyone around the area. No mailman. No newspaper guy. No girl scouts. Nothing.

It was the house. Maybe Namjoon was just fond of peace and quiet, you figured. Or maybe he just wanted to avoid the cameras. Cameras that'd watch over him like a hawk only to give rise to a number of scandals which never really happened.

He was a businessman after all.

You turned your head away from the window when you felt the couch dipping beside you. You smiled at Namjoon warmly, making his heart flutter.

"What were you thinking?" He asked, leaning his head on the back of the couch as he faced you. You shrugged in response and busied yourself with your fingers.

"Just...things."

"A penny for your thoughts."

You bit your lip, not looking up at him. Because you knew what would happen if you looked at his eyes. Your heart would jump out of your chest and you'd melt under his gaze. You hated that feeling.

Clearing your throat, you sat up straighter.

"I wanna work." You confessed, slowly looking at Namjoon to note his reaction. He raised his eyebrows at you in question.

"I mean I can atleast get a part time job, right?" You asked, clenching the hem of your shirt tightly. Namjoon opened his mouth to say something but ended up pursing his lips.

After a minute of silence, Namjoon chuckled nervously.

"Why-why do you wanna work?"

The problem wasn't with you working. The problem was that someday someone would find out that you were living with him. They could hurt you just to get to him. And even though he shouldn't feel so protective over you, he couldn't help himself.

"I never had a chance to live life like a normal person, you know. Going to work, hanging out with friends, going on dates....I had none of it." You explained, looking at the floor with a sad smile.

Namjoon felt his heart sink. If it were upto him, he'd give you everything in a heartbeat. He didn't like the idea of you going on dates but he had to suck it up.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as an idea came to his mind.

Date.

"You wanna go out for dinner tonight?"

Your eyes widened and you looked at him in surprise.

"Me?" You asked, pointing at yourself. Namjoon chuckled in response and nodded. You turned your eyes away as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You were hesitant. Of course, you had warmed up to Namjoon in the past couple of days but this was new to you.

If anything, you were probably the most socially awkward person on the planet, blame it on the lack of communication you had with the outside world. You felt your chest tighten when you thought about your life before Namjoon. You needed a fresh start.

"I'd like that." You muttered.

Namjoon was on cloud nine. Even if it was just a friendly dinner, it was a start. He was determined to get you to warm up to him. He couldn't tell how serious his infatuation with you was, but he knew that you were a ray of hope. You were a sign that he could live life normally. He could pretend that he wasn't a mafia leader with you. He could keep you safe with him and he could make his own small world within the boundaries of his house. Only if it was that simple.

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Namjoon tugged at the jacket, brushing off the nonexistent dust from it. He sighed in content on seeing his appearance. This had to be a good night.

He was surprised at how he had changed in just a matter of three days. He never cared about his appearance, never thought about how he looked but now he was happily spending an hour in his closet, deciding what would make him look good and what wouldn't.

He left his room, patiently pacing in the living room as he waited for you to get ready. Namjoon felt giddy and anxious, his emotions getting the best of him. While he was busy, glancing at your door, he didn't notice the incoming call on his phone. Yoongi's name flashed across the screen but there wasn't any ringing. Just because Namjoon had decided to put it on silent.

After what seemed like hours to Namjoon, the door to your bedroom opened and you descended down the stairs, biting your lip and fiddling with the lace on your dress. Namjoon's heart skipped a beat. The baby blue dress made you look like an angel and he absolutely loved it.

You stood in front of him and smiled, thinking of things to say to lighten the atmosphere. But the doorbell beat you to it.

You and Namjoon glanced at the door. You were beyond surprised since no one ever came to Namjoon's house. This was a first.

Namjoon unlocked the door, frowning in confusion because no one really knew where he lived. Except for the rest of the gang of course.

But the minute he opened the door and saw who stood on the other side of it, he stopped breathing.

"Hana..." He whispered, not being able to believe that his best friend was really back. His eyes turned glossy and he couldn't move anymore. Not even when Hana threw her arms around his neck and cried into his chest.

Whereas you. You didn't even know how to feel. A number of emotions flooded you but you stood there gawking as the strange girl hugged Namjoon while crying. Judging by how Namjoon's arms slowly wrapped around her waist, you could tell they were close.

You slowly backed up the stairs, concluding that maybe it was best to leave them alone. You closed the door of your bedroom just as Yoongi entered the house, followed by the rest. They all sympathetically glanced at the affectionate exchange, keeping quiet even though they had a thousand questions in their mind.

You sat on the edge of your bed, knowing that there was gonna be no dinner tonight. That's not what you cared about actually. For some reason, you couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that engulfed you after watching that girl hug Namjoon. You felt really betrayed. But you had no right to.

Namjoon probably knew that girl for a long time whereas you, you just came into his life. You lay on the bed, letting your thoughts consume you even though you knew it wasn't good for you. These thoughts would lead to dangerous nightmares later and your sleep schedule would be completely messed up.

You heard the front door shut followed by complete silence. Everyone had probably left, including Namjoon.

You sighed and closed your eyes, falling asleep with the image of his eyes gazing into yours.

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Everything was long forgotten as Namjoon sat in the gang's house, waiting for Hana to begin her story. He still wasn't sure how he felt after seeing Hana alive, but he knew that he was grateful for it. The agony of being reminded every day about his best friend's death had finally come to an end, although Namjoon would have appreciated it if it would have been sooner.

"So, care to tell us where you had been all this time?"

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