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macatt4c · 6 months

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Date Night

Rating: General Audience

Relationship: Kiryu Kazuma/Original Female Character

Tags: One Shot, Yakuza 3 Spoilers, Fluff, Established Relationship

Word Count: 4,240

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The idea first came to Haruka during an outing to the market.

Haruka had decided to tag along with Himari to buy groceries for the upcoming week. It was usually Kiryu who went with, but due to Eri catching the cold going around school recently, Haruka stepped up to the plate and took her uncle’s place instead. Himari seemed really happy with the eleven-year-old’s decision. It had been a while since they spent any one-on-one time together without Kiryu or any of the other kids tagging along, so the idea of just the two of them doing something as mundane as buying groceries seemed all the more fun now.

The market was as noisy and busy as always, causing Haruka to keep a tight grip on her aunt’s hand as they navigated the booths for every last item on the paper list Kiryu had made for them. They had made it halfway through the list when a woman approached Himari. Haruka recognized this woman almost immediately as Mrs. Shirogane, the mother of one of Ayako’s friends. The two women began chatting as Mrs. Shirogane trailed alongside them, not allowing the fact that the guardian-child duo were in the middle of their shopping trip to deter the conversation. It was while scanning over a booth full of fresh vegetables that she heard a question that peaked Haruka’s interest.

“And what about you and Kiryu-san? It’s difficult as is for me and Katsuki to find the time with our boys running around, but you two have to look after nine kids! How do manage to have time for just the two of you?”

Haruka tried to be discreet as she glanced up at Himari, but she wasn’t able to get a good look. From what Haruka could see, Himari’s smile was thin, almost like she was forcing it. Was the question upsetting her? Was Mrs. Shirogane’s presence bothering her but she wasn’t saying anything out of politeness? Haruka didn’t like it when either of her guardians were upset and she was about to speak up, but Himari beat her to it.

“This isn’t a conversation I want to have in a public market, Kotori-san. Especially in the presence of one of my kids.”

Mrs. Shirogane immediately looked embarrassed and quickly apologized, which Himari was just as quick to accept. It wasn’t much longer until the other woman was excusing herself and saying goodbye before disappearing in the crowds around them. When Haruka looked back at Himari, her face was back to the peaceful smile she wore prior to Mrs. Shirogane’s appearance. Haruka was pleased to see this, but there was still that strange nagging at the back of her mind. What was Mrs. Shirogane talking about when she mentioned the kids at Morning Glory? Was she trying to make fun of them? Say something in a polite tone so no one could pick up on their real meaning? And what was with that part about Uncle Kaz and Aunt Hima ‘finding time for just the two of them’? They always spent time together without them! They were always awake when the rest of them went to bed, so there was no question they hung out every night. And besides, they loved each other! Would you open an orphanage and take in a bunch of kids with someone if you didn’t love them?

“Aunt Hima?” Haruka spoke up as they walked home with their bags of shopping. “Did Mrs. Shirogane say something to make you upset?”

Himari furrowed her brows at Haruka. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you looked like you were forcing yourself to smile when she was asking about you and Uncle Kaz spending time together without us kids. Were you trying to be polite?”

Himari’s eyes widened slightly before she turned back to the road in front of them. “You saw all that?”

“Yup. I’m not a stupid kid, you know. I can tell when you and Uncle Kaz are upset. I wanted to say something to make you feel better, but I didn’t.”

“I see. Well, thank you for not saying anything. I think I embarrassed Kotori-san enough with how I spoke to her.” Himari sighed and shook her head. “Some people just want to prod and poke into other people’s lives for no reason other than they’re bored or unhappy with their own.”

“Is that why she asked about you and Uncle Kaz?” Haruka asked, looking up at Himari.

“Perhaps.” Himari then met Haruka’s eyes and smiled. “But that’s not something for you to worry about. Your Uncle Kaz and I love each other very much and always find time to spend together with or without you and the others.”

“What kind of things do you do together?”

Himari pursed her lips in thought. “Hmm… Most of the time we just sit near each other in silence. For instance, we sat on the porch after you kids went to bed and I worked on my Sudoku book while your uncle smoked. Just enjoy each others’ presence, you know?”

Haruka frowned. “That sounds so boring, though.”

“To you, maybe. But for me and Uncle Kaz, it was nice. A nice way to relax after a long day. So long as you like being around the person you’re spending time with, almost anything can be fun.”

“But what do you two do for fun?”

“Well, when we still lived in Kamurocho, we would go sing karaoke, go to the arcade, get a drink or two, and sometimes we would just walk around the city and talk. I usually worked on the weekends and Kaz had unpredictable hours for a bit, so we took whatever chances we could to spend time together.”

“But what do you do now?”

Himari took a moment to respond, her eyes never leaving the path before them as sidewalk turned into the sandy terrain of the beach Morning Glory resided on. “We just… exist, I suppose. We don’t really find the need to leave the house unless it’s for an errand or to go somewhere with you kids.”

“Oh.”

The conversation seemed to stop there as the two of them finally arrived home. The rest of the night went on without much gusto; Himari and Kiryu made dinner, they all ate together like any other night, and the kids were allowed to play outside until nightfall. It was during this free time that Haruka decided to gather the other girls together near Mame’s house to share what she experienced earlier… and the idea it gave her.

“A date for Uncle Kaz and Aunt Hima?” Riona echoed once Haruka finished explaining her idea.

Haruka nodded confidently. “Exactly. A night where they can spend time together without any of us being around.”

“Without us?” Eri asked, her head titled slightly in confusion. “What are they gonna do?”

Haruka shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe walk around town? I know Uncle Kaz likes arcades so maybe they’ll do that?”

“Oh,” Izumi piped up from where she sat near the fence. “If they go to the arcade, do you think we can ask them to bring us toys from the crane machines?”

“No, Izumi-chan. They don’t know they’re going on the date yet!”

“Then how are we going to get them to go on the date?” Ayako asked, arms crossed and face furrowed in confusion. “Uncle Kaz and Aunt Hima don’t like leaving the house unless it’s something important or if one of us kids want to go out.”

This made Haruka grin. “Exactly. We ask them to take us to the arcade and then leave them there so they can go on their date!”

“What are you going on about?” A new voice reached them and all the girls turned to see Taichi, Koji, and Mitsuo returning home from the beach, each of them sweaty and red-faced from whatever sports they were playing.

“Haruka-chan is trying to arrange for Uncle Kaz and Aunt Hima to go on a date.” Ayako explained, being the girl standing the closest to the approaching boys.

Koji’s face scrunched up in a grimace. “Why would you want them to go on a date?”

“So they can spend time together without one of us bothering them.” Haruka responded, her arms crossed over her chest.

“You do realize they’re gonna like… hold hands and kiss and other gross stuff like that, right?”

Taichi fake gagged while Mitsuo’s face turned bright red in response to Koji’s question. The girls, naturally, weren’t phased.

“I just want them to have a night to themselves.” Haruka’s eyes focused on her sandals as she spoke. “They do so much for us and never get to relax. They deserve to have at least one night where they can relax and have fun, don’t they?”

Silence lingered over the group of children for a short while before Ayako reached over and put a hand on Haruka’s shoulder.

“I want the same thing, Haruka-chan.” She said with a sweet smile. “So I’ll help you with this.”

“Me too!” Eri chirped, jumping in excitement.

“Me three!” Came Izumi’s response as she pushed herself up to her feet. Riona was nodding along from where she stood close by.

Haruka grinned at her sisters just as the sound of someone awkwardly clearing their throat reached her ears and she turned to see Mitsuo standing closer than before but still red in the face.

“If it’s to show how much we appreciate them,” He gulped before giving a firm nod. “I want to help too.”

Haruka nodded back. “Thank you, Mitsuo-kun.” She then turned to Taichi and Koji.

Koji kept her stare for a few moments before finally letting out a defeated groan. “I’ll help, but I better not see them kissing or I’m gonna puke.”

“I promise you won’t see anyone kissing.” Haruka reassured him before turning finally to Taichi. “Taichi-kun? Are you going to help too?”

Taichi tapped his chin as if he was considering it. “Hmm… are we gonna get snacks during this?”

Haruka rolled her eyes. “If it’s gonna take ice cream to get you to help, we can stop at the ice cream shop at some point and get some. Deal?”

“Deal!”

“Alright, let’s get to work!”

“Wait!” Everyone turned to look at Ayako. “What about Shiro? Would he wanna help?”

“Maybe.” Replied Haruka. “Let’s go find him and ask.”

And with that, the group of kids went hustling into their house in search of their missing brother, just in time for the sun to complete it’s descent into the horizon and the moon to take its place in the sky.

— — — —

It was the following Friday evening, four days after the market incident, and the plan for the children of Morning Glory to set their guardians up for a surprise date night was all but ready to be put into motion. Just as Ayako predicted, Shiro was more than willing to help with the plan (even more so when Taichi mentioned the promised ice cream). As the majority of them walked home from school that afternoon, the final details were decided on; Haruka would plant fake notes in obvious places for Himari and Kiryu to find, appearing to be from each other and requesting for a meeting in front of the arcade just after dark. Then before either of them could question the other about the notes, the girls will distract Himari while the boys did the same with Kiryu until it was time for the planned meeting, in which the adults will meet up as planned and the kids will sneak off to get ice cream to celebrate a job well done.

While the chances of Himari and Kiryu simply refusing to go to the meeting or just going directly home after the surprise is revealed are quite high, Haruka was still confident for some reason. From how Himari spoke during their walk home that day, it seemed like she was distracted, maybe remembering the dates she and Kiryu had in the past before Haruka entered their lives. Did she miss going on dates? Did she and her siblings really take up so much of their time that they weren’t able to spend quality time together? Whatever the reason, Haruka was firm in her belief that this was something they have been wanting to do for a long time and just hadn’t found the time to do so.

It was this resolve and determination that made Haruka encourage (or in Taichi’s opinion, brutally force) her siblings to finish their homework as soon as possible so the main part of their plan could be put into motion. She had written the fake notes beforehand and was just waiting for the perfect time to plant them. Said opportunity came when Kiryu announced that he was going to take Mame out for a walk while Himari began working on dinner. Haruka quickly handed Himari’s fake note to Koji just before he and the rest of the boys rushed outside to join their uncle. As soon as the group disappeared behind the fence, Haruka returned to the kitchen.

“Aunt Hima!” Haruka called as she entered the space. “Uncle Kaz wanted me to give you this note.”

Himari looked up from the already-boiling pot and quirked and eyebrow at the slip of paper in the girl’s hand. “A note? Let me see.”

Haruka didn’t hesitate to hand the note over, but a sense of nervousness crept over her as she watched Himari scan her eyes repeatedly over the paper. The feeling peaked when the older woman’s eyes suddenly turned to Haruka herself, causing her to try and make herself look relaxed and oblivious to the note.

“What does it say?” She asked, trying to keep her voice calm and curious.

Himari continued to watch her for a few more moments before finally relenting and returning her gaze to the note. “Your uncle wants me to meet him at the arcade downtown after dark. Rather suspicious.”

“What do you mean?” Asked Haruka, still trying to act oblivious.

“Rather inconvenient of him to make such a sudden request like this. It’ll be dark soon, which doesn’t give me nearly as enough time to make dinner, eat said dinner, clean up the dishes, and then meet him at the arcade.”

“I can make dinner for everyone instead, Aunt Hima.” Haruka said, already moving towards the stove. “Just tell me what you’re trying to make and I’ll make sure it gets made and everyone eats it!”

Himari narrowed her eyes at her daughter, but Haruka could tell it wasn’t in anger. No, she was definitely sensing something about Haruka’s performance, maybe catching on to how out-of-character everything really was tonight. But her following response miraculously gave Haruka’s faltering confidence a second wind.

“I planned on making stir fry tonight. Shouldn’t be too much trouble, right?”

“Yup! I’ll take care of it. See you later, Aunt Hima.”

When Haruka picked up the knife and began cutting the vegetables, she could feel Himari’s eyes still watching her before she heard the sound the retreating footsteps and a far door sliding open and close. Haruka had to take a deep breath to calm her nerves. She didn’t like lying, especially to her guardians, but would they have agreed to the idea in the first place? She was sure they would brush it off and insist that they didn’t need to have a date night. No, this was the better way. She could only hope they won’t be too mad when they came back.

Not long after Himari left for the arcade, what was left of any outside light was gone and night had fully settled across Okinawa. The stir fry was done and set aside with a lid on the pot to try and retain any heat for later eating. Haruka had just stepped out onto the porch when her brothers finally came hustling toward the house with Mame keeping with their pace.

“Where’s Uncle Kaz?” She asked.

“Arcade.” Taichi said, slightly panting. “Told us to head straight home while he figured out what was up with the note.”

Haruka frowned as she turned to Koji. “Was he suspicious?”

“Instantly.” He replied, folding his arms across his chest. “Thought it was a staged note and someone abducted her or something. He figured out that it wasn’t her handwriting the second I gave it to him and grilled me for answers before heading off.”

Haruka gulped. “Oh no.”

“Are we still getting ice cream?” Eri’s voice called from behind as she, Izumi, and Ayako appeared in the doorway.

“Heck yeah we are!” Shiro exclaimed. “Right, Haruka-chan?”

“Erm…” She nodded hesitantly. “Yeah. I’ll grab my money and we’ll get going before the shop closes.”

The sound of her sibling’s excited cheers followed her as she retreated into her room to grab her wallet, but the anxiety in her stomach kept her attention. She should have known Kiryu would pick up on how her handwriting was different from Himari’s. Maybe that’s why Himari was instantly suspicious too? Of course they would know how each other’s handwriting would look! They had been together for over ten years! How could Haruka be so stupid?

But then there was a new question; even if they picked up on this, why was Himari still willing to go along with it?

This was the single thought swimming through Haruka’s head as she rejoined with her siblings outside and all nine of them headed off towards town.

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Himari knew the note was a rouse the second her eyes recognized Shiro’s handwriting.

Sure, she could have pointed this own and demanded answers out of the eleven-year-old, but there had to be a reason she would do something like this, right? Their post-market conversation was still fresh in Himari’s mind. Could her honesty about her and Kiryu’s lack of private time be the catalyst for such a stunt? But then again, there were still moments where Kazuma Kiryu managed to pull a fast one on her in the name of keeping the romance alive in their relationship. Perhaps this was just another one of those specific stunts.

Himari had been standing outside of the downtown arcade for about fifteen minutes when she spotted an all-too-familiar Hawaiian shirt come stalking down the street. She was smirking at first, but it was gone the second she saw the intense look in Kiryu’s eyes. She’s seen that look many times before. It meant he was on his way to rescue someone and beat the shit out of the person who dared hurt someone he cared about.

“Kazuma?” Himari stepped away from the wall she was leaning against and cautiously approached him once he was close enough. “Are you alright?”

Once he was standing directly in front of her, the intensity of Kiryu’s gaze softened slightly but still held its sharpness. “Koji gave me a note. Said it was from you and you wanted to meet me here.” He then pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket. “It’s not your handwriting.”

Himari’s eyebrows shot up as a flurry of giggles erupted out of her. Kiryu’s anger was immediately replaced with bewilderment as his partner was soon doubled over in laughter, one hand covering her mouth while her other rested on her stomach.

“Am I… missing something?” Kiryu asked.

It was a few more seconds before Himari settled down enough to stand up straight again. She took a couple deep breaths before responding.

“Haruka gave me a note from you saying that you wanted to meet up here.” She explained, coughing out a giggle in between words. “Of course, I knew immediately that it wasn’t your handwriting.”

It was now Kiryu’s turn for his eyebrows to shoot up in surprise.

Himari sighed and shook her head. “It would seem we have been set up by our own children, Kazuma.”

“What makes you believe that?”

“Well… I guess you can say it was my fault.”

Kiryu frowned. “How so?”

Himari scratched at the skin under her ear sheepishly. “I saw Kotori-san when Haruka and I were at the market the other day. We chatted a bit before she started asking about us and our relationship. You know how she can be kind of…”

“Nosy?” Kiryu asked.

“Yeah, that. Well, she asked about how you and I can find time for spend time privately while there were nine kids in the house and I… Well, I wanted to curse her out and put her on the spot in front of all of those people, but I kept my composure and told her I didn’t want to talk about something personal in front of Haruka. Thankfully, that made her back off, but I guess Haruka saw how uncomfortable I was with it all since she asked me questions about what kind of things you and I do together when we do find time for one another.”

During the whole time Himari spoke, Kiryu nodded along, his face returning to his natural stoicism and giving no sign of how her words made him feel. Once she was done, he let out a hum of understanding.

“I see.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “So, do you want to head home and see what Haruka has to say?”

Himari shook her head. “She went through all of this trouble for us to have a night to ourselves, Kazuma. Why don’t we make the most of it?”

Kiryu frowned. “You want to leave nine kids home alone at night?”

“Of course not. I was just going to propose that we get something at a food stand and walk along the beach. Nothing too crazy. And if something happens, we will be back at the orphanage in no time. Sound good to you?”

After a moment to think it over, Kiryu gave a nod. “Alright. What food stand did you have in mind.”

Himari wasted no time grabbing Kiryu’s wrist and leading him down the sidewalk, not stopping until she spotted a small takoyaki stand. After ordering two boxes, the couple made their way back towards the beach. As they strolled and talked, the steaming food in the Styrofoam boxes they held was quickly consumed. They didn’t stop talking after tossing the now empty boxes in a trash can or once they passed the fence and continued through the front yard. They did stop however, when they settled on sitting close together on the porch. At some point, Kiryu managed to light a cigarette and wrapped one arm around Himari’s shoulders while she rested her head on his, all while they sat in the comfortable silence of the night.

A silence that was shortly disturbed by the sound of chattering children coming up the path to the orphanage.

Himari and Kiryu barely managed to glance at each other just as their nine children came strolling into the front yard, each one of them holding a variety of ice cream.

“Having fun?” Himari called out, causing the children to jump in surprise. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

“Did you two have fun?” Izumi responded, grinning ear-to-ear.

“What do you mean?” Kiryu asked, pressing the finished cigarette against the porch’s surface.

“On your date!” Eri chimed in. “We worked really hard on setting it up for you guys!”

“Yeah!” Piped up Taichi. “Haruka-chan and Shiro-kun wrote the notes and the rest of us distracted Uncle Kaz, but it was Haruka who did the bulk of it.”

“Really?” Himari asked in feigned surprise, her eyes landing on the ringleader herself. “Is this true, Haruka?”

Haruka nervously nodded. “After what happened at the market… I thought it would be a good idea for you and Uncle Kaz to have a night to yourselves.”

“Why weren’t you honest about what you wanted?” Kiryu was now pushing himself off of the porch, making Himari sit up. “Why did you think you had to trick us.”

“Because…” Haruka lowered her head. “Because I know you wouldn’t go along with it.”

“What?”

“You would brush it off and insist there is just too much to do for something like this. But you do so much for us and the orphanage. You two deserve to have a night to yourselves. To spend time together and remember how much you love each other.”

“Oh, Haruka.” Himari pushed herself onto her feet and rushed forward to wrap Haruka in a tight hug. “You didn’t have to do all of that, but I appreciate your feelings about it.”

“So do I.” Kiryu agreed, patting the girl on her head. “You have a good heart, Haruka. Just please don’t pull something like this again, okay? I honestly thought something happened to your Aunt Hima since it wasn’t her handwriting.”

Haruka mumbled a ‘sorry’ before stepping away from Himari’s embrace.

“Come on,” Himari spoke up to the rest of the kids. “You can consider your ice cream your dinner tonight since its time for you all to head to bed!”

Groans sounded from the nine kids as they filed into the house. Just as Himari turned to follow after them, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist.

“You know,” Kiryu spoke, resting his chin on her shoulder. “This wasn’t such a bad idea. We should do this more often.”

Himari hummed, leaning back into his embrace. “You’re right. But next time, let’s actually go into the arcade and not just meet up outside of it.”

“Deal.”

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caitlyn-winchester · 2 years

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First Movie Night

pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eleven x sibling reader, Hopper x daughter reader

catch up & learn the reader’s backstory here: Little things master list

Summary: Months after meeting Steve, you are very anxious to see him again. Not being able to be out in public, there is little for you and Steve to do together. One day, Steve offers to come out to the cabin to have a movie night with you.

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A/N: Sorry the next part took so long to get out. For personal reasons, It was hard to find time to finish this. I will try to be more active in updating.

It’s been a couple months since you first saw Steve. You thought about him everyday and couldn’t wait for the day where you can see him and his gorgeous hair in person again.

He called the cabin a couple of times and every conversation was simple but always entertaining. He always made it a goal to make you laugh every time he talked to you. He loved hearing you laugh but he wish he could see your face in person. Your speech has been improving. It’s becoming less broken but you still don’t understand most stuff. You also started to watch television more which also aided your speech. Eleven did the same thing the year prior and she learned so much. You never cared to watch it with her because you never had a reason to get better at speaking. Now you wanted to get better, especially since you finally have the urge to live a normal life. Well has normal as someone with superhuman powers could get.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the phone ringing. You went to get up to get it but Eleven bursts out of her room and snatched the phone off the wall.

“Mike.” She answered immediately, followed by a disappointing groan. “Y/N, it’s for you.” El extended out her arm with the phone. You quickly got up, heart rate increasing as you go to take the phone from Eleven, pressing it to your ear.

“Hello.” You said, hopeful that it was steve on the other end.

“Hi.” Steve’s phone rang through the phone.

“Hi Steve, this is Y/N” you smiled, trying to keep the obvious excitement out of your voice.

“I know that, silly.” he chuckled. “How was your day?”

“Good. I watched TV. Learned what translucent is.” you told him, a hint of pride in your voice. You want to learn normal things so you can be with Steve.

“Translucent, huh? Now what does translucent mean?” He asked, playing along.

“It means you can see through it.” you said, smiling. Steve let out a chuckle and continued to ask you about other things you have learned. A conversation flowed between you two. Steve even mentioned that he got a job at an ice cream place in the mall for the summer.

“They even have USS Butterscotch.” Steve told you.

“USS Butterscotch?” You inquired.

“Yea that’s a name of one of their ice cream flavors, it taste likes…” Steve paused for a moment, trying to think of how to describe it, “well maybe you will just have to come in one day and try it.”

“Can’t. Public place, it’s too many people.” You sighed, wishing you could.

“I wish I could see you.” Steve pouted.

“Me too. Hopper not fair. El has Mike over all the time.” You mumbled, twirling the phone cord. “I want to see other places and people. I want to see you.” you stressed.

“Maybe I can come over? That way you don’t have to be in a public place.” Steve suggested.

“I will have to ask Hopper when he comes back at eight one five.” you offered. Eleven came out of her room and started to plead for you to hurry up. Mike was supposed to call soon and she did not want to miss him. “Steve I have to go. Call tomorrow?”

“Sure thing, Y/N.” Steve promised “Talk to you tomorrow, ok? And let me know if Hopper says yes. I can come over tomorrow and maybe we can watch a movie.”

“I’d…like that, Steve. Goodbye.” You hung up the phone and returned over to the couch to continue watching TV.

After much deliberation between you and Hopper, he agreed to letting Steve come over. You were so excited to watch a movie with Steve, you were bouncing off the walls. when you told Steve he got the okay to come over, he sounded excited as well. He said he was going to bring over a movie called the Gremlins. You have absolutely no idea what a Gremlin is but you don’t care, because you will be spending time with Steve. You finally get to do something normal. You finally get to have a friend like El has.

You spent all day tidying up the cabin, you didn’t want Steve to see a messy home. You pulled the TV set into your room, that way Hopper wouldn’t disturb the two of you. Steve said he would be over at seven and it was five o’clock now. You used the rest of your time to shower and get ready. After, you got dressed in your usual attire; a flannel stolen from Hopper, jeans and high top Vans. You know it’s not what most girls wear that you see on TV, but it’s all you have.

Finally, you hear the familiar sound of Hopper’s truck and the secret knock on the door. You hopped up from the couch and unlocked the door, revealing Steve and Hopper. Squealing slightly, you pulled Steve into a hug. Something you’ve always wanted to do since the night you officially met him.

“Hello to you too.” Steve chuckled.

“Missed you.” you said, pulling away from Steve. You reached up to mess with some of his hair. Just as soft has you remembered.

“Did you miss me or my hair?” Steve chided which caused you to giggle. Hopper cleared his throat, breaking your attention away from Steve.

“I’m here too. You know, the person who is giving you housing and food and protecting your life. But do I get a welcome home? no.” Hopper finished mumbling then continued on, “Now you two are going to sit on opposite ends of the couch and watch..” Hopper turned to the living room where the TV is suppose to be. His eyes followed the cable wire to your bedroom doorway. “Y/N, why is the TV in your room?” He asked slightly annoyed.

“Privacy.” You simply said.

“Priv..” Hopper let out a groan. “Ok fine. Come here.” Hopper grabbed your forearm and dragged you over to the bedroom. Steve stood and watched this whole interaction like a deer in headlights, unsure of what to do. Hopper guided you over to your bed, motioning for you to sit. “You are going to watch the movie here and you,” He went back and dragged Steve by the shoulder, a little bit too harshly, and motioned him to sit on your bedroom floor. “Are going to sit here and watch the movie. No one is going to move an INCH got it?” Hopper said in an authoritative tone. You and Steve nodded in agreement. “Good, now i’m going to go out there and leave this door open three inches. This door is going to stay open three inches.”

After Hopper left you two alone, Steve went ahead and put in the movie. It was quite for a while as you guys sat and watched the movie intently. Steve stole a couple glances at you and you stole a couple glances at him. Steve made a joke which caused you to laugh. ‘Dustin is like a gremlin, can’t feed him candy after midnight or else he will go crazy.’ Steve would say. At couple parts you would jump when the movie got a little bit to scary. Steve thought it was cute when you would hide your face in your hands.

“You know,” Steve started with a chuckle, “movies are less scary when you are sitting next to someone.”

“But Hopper said not to move.” you said with wide eyes. You can’t break the rules. You were conditioned by the Lab to not break the rules.

“It’s fine,” Steve shrugged, “It sounds like he is asleep anyway. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Wouldn’t I…get in trouble?” You asked nervously.

“Maybe, but sometimes it’s worth it.” Steve says, scooting closer to the side of your bed.

“I can’t.” You shook your head rapidly. “Bad things happen when you break the rules.” You trained your eyes forward to the TV, trying to shake your memories of the Lab out of your head. Steve finally understands your hesitation as he looks at you with soft eyes.

“Hey,” he calls gently gaining your attention, “Hopper will never hurt you. When kids get in trouble with their parents, they usually take something away.”

“Take something away?” you scrunch up your nose, not following.

“Yea,” Steve smiled softly, “Maybe he’d take away the TV or some of your music or books. That’s what parents usually do. It’s called getting grounded. But nothing bad will ever happen to you, not here. You are not there anymore.” he gently explained. You knew exactly what he meant by not being ‘there’.

“Grounded.” You repeated. Steve nodding in reassurance. He debated for a moment before he reached up and took your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Here. I won't sit next to you, but I’ll hold your hand. Sometimes holding someone’s hand will make the movie be less scary.” Steve wanted to bring your attention back to the movie and not have your thoughts whirled back to the Lab. “Is this okay?” He asked, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your hand.

“Yea,” You nodded blushing. “It’s nice.” You turned back the the TV once again. Maybe breaking the rules isn’t so bad.

Steve is grinning like an idiot at your flustered state but his heart pangs at the thought of your troubled childhood.

At this very moment, Steve vowed to help you unlearn what you were taught in the Lab. He knows it’ll take time and patience but he vows to be there every step of the way. He wants to show you that he don’t have to be scared anymore.

He wants to show you how to appreciate the little things in life

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Brad Colbert Smutty HCs

Happy New Year Smutty Motherfuckers! Godfather would be proud disturbed. ▸ They don’t call him Big Boy Brad for nothing. That’s a lie. No one calls him that. Except you.

▸ Blowjobs are Brad’s bestfriend. He refrains from placing his hand in your hair and gripping your hair, unless he knows you’re comfortable with it, but he has incredible self-restrain when it comes to you. Perhaps annoyingly so for you when you just want him to fall apart beneath you. However, as soon as your lips engulf him inch by inch, that self restraint wavers as he rolls his eyes back to a fluttering close, parts his lips and lets out a sigh/exhale of breath. Almost like it was the most relaxing thing he’s ever had. ▸ You could’ve given him a blowjob only hours prior and he’d still have this reaction every single time.

▸ Brad is an extremely private man. Unlike Ray, there’d be no semi-public shenanigans whatsoever. But he will, very subtly, tease you in public. No one else notices, but you know Brad well enough to know exactly what he’s up to. ▸ Despite not being adventurous publicly, he has no issue taking you in every single room. You eat at the table? That’s where he’ll eat too - if you catch the drift... -wink- ▸ He loves when you ride him. Loves watching you bounce up and down. Loves gripping your hips and thrusting up into you. Adores watching you throw your head back in pleasure. ▸ You know that scene from True Blood? Eric x Nora, Season 5, Episode 11? That particular scenario too. You're still straddling him, but it's that rough, desperate closeness. ▸ It may seem like he uses you the first night he’s home, but he doesn’t. Try to take it as a compliment. He’s spent months without you. He’s had the occasional combat jack to you, but it’s never the same - and since being in a relationship with you, he’s found himself not having as many combat jacks as Ray assumes he has. So, as soon as you get home, it’s a very desperate ’I miss you’ fuck. It’s desperate, intense and over within a few minutes. He’s asleep soon after. And pretty much checked out until early hours of the following morning. But it’s not using you for sex. No. So far from it. He’s wanted nothing more to come home to you and be with you in the most intimate way possible… He’s placed you first, over the need for sleep. Otherwise he would’ve come home and just crashed. ▸ He’s a gentle-fuck. Can fuck roughly but he’s still gentle about it. Which may or may not annoy you, depending on how badly you want him to put all his strength to good use. This is his second relationship and he doesn’t want to fuck it up so he’s always very cautious. ▸ One way to make him completely come undone? Take advantage of when he’s soaking in the bath. Come in and sit on the edge of the bathtub. Have a little chat before it turns suggestive. Dip your hand beneath the water… You’re able to pull out the little gasps and moans from him. And also a whine when your hand leaves him and you leave him, alone, in the bathtub as you saunter out of the bathroom. Make no mistake though. Soon, you’ll hear the splosh of the water as Brad gets out and pins you to the bed within three quick strides of his long legs (holy shit did I just create a smutty one-shot idea here? Excuse me while I steal my own idea). ▸ Brad loves receiving. As submissive as it sounds, he loves it. But make no mistake. He is far from submissive. He still carries an air of dominance about him. Sergeant leader and all. ▸ A little kink of his is when you call him by his rank. He’s heard it from his men before, doesn’t really talk about what happens when he’s deployed… but hearing you say *’Yes Sergeant’* in the most submissive manner…. Oh god, it excites the Marine more than receiving a proper recon mission that allows his warrior spirit to finally shine. ▸ It’s not all about Brad though. He gives you just as much pleasure and attention as you give him. Many times it’s him lifting you up on the counter and letting his hands roam over your body. Fingers that are trained for violence, just ghosting over your skin, over your sensitive areas…ducking beneath YOUR his tee, trailing upwards until he hears that little gasp from you. Brings that little smile from him and his lips are ghosting over your neck. Just soft foreplay until one of you snap and then he’s carrying you to the bedroom where you’ll never know whether he’ll be taking you a little roughly or will be taking his sweet time with you. Either/or, Big Boy Brad never disappoints. ▸ He grunts softly more than he moans. And gasps a lot more than he’ll ever admit. But that’s only privy to you.

I can see this particular HC going one of two ways; ▸ Brad and his porn mags: He uses those magazines to get him off because he doesn’t want to be thinking about you. He misses you like crazy but you are literally the only damn good thing in his life, aside from his bike, and some romantic chivalrous part of him doesn’t want to taint that. So he purposefully puts you out of his mind. Or, he’s a guy. He uses it to get himself started but ends up closing his eyes and finishing to thoughts of you, abandoning the magazine altogether. Honestly, half the time he wonders why he even brings it with him. (No, he does not carry a picture of you while overseas. Absolutely not. Most especially when Ray shares the same Humvee as him.) ▸ Now normally Brad does not like to be disturbed when he's working on his bike. That's his personal time. Leave him alone. But no way can he resist watching you come out in one of his tee's, lingerie underwear (or none!). Soon your otherwise clean skin will have grease marks painted all over it as he sits you on his bike... gasps and moans echoing through the garage (there's a reason why Brad doesn't like having close neighbours).*

|| Disclaimers: I did write most of these specifically for a friend. One of them I had already HC’d with Brad/Nate a year ago. The rest were just too good to not share on my blog.

*Another smutty one-shot? Also if you don't agree with any of it, that's totally fine. This is just coming from my perspective. Regardless, I hope this was enjoyable to read. A particular HC listed, regarding Ray, might've made more sense if I posted Ray's HC list first. Oh well. Like our Lieutenant, I only ever get what's passed on from Godfather (Godfather ragrats everything)

#Brad Colbert Smut #Brad colbert x Reader #Brad colbert x Reader smut #Combat Jack Spice Rack #It's New Years and I'm sat on Tumblr writing smut HCs over Marines who would be absolutely disgusted #What a way to end 2022 #But I'm online with the same type of people so CHEERS!

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280.

Some days are meant for anger but before I can identify them as such I spend a good portion wondering if I am just horny. There was a group of three short old ladies on the tram yapping to each other and then the same thing that always happens happened, i.e., the tram started to their apparent surprise and one of them started falling backwards when the boy in front of me put his (firm) hand out to (softly) catch her. If that wasn’t enough when they called him “jeune homme” and apologized for the commotion he said something like “not at all, not at all” very clearly and it felt to me like when you roll your sleeves up to eat and you are so, so hungry. My eyes were immediately on him, sharp as a hawk’s, but it wasn’t long before I came to the conclusion that there was nothing there for me (same haircut as my dad, always breaks the deal). The sexual tension was still there but I wondered vaguely how much of it was wanting to be him rather than in him. These are thoughts I always try to brush off promptly. Still it gave a decided heaviness to my step as I made my way to my yearly dentist’s appointment, and with it my yearly confession to self that I actually like going to the dentist’s. It helps that my dentist is now this very attractive man, but that’s not it. I also liked it with the last one, who was not attractive and always made everything so painful, or the one before, who seemed to have gotten his vocation wrong as he always tried to therapize me whilst examining my gums (they can show how stressed a person is, apparently). I’d been thinking about this appointment for a while and actually booked it maybe over a month prior. I had to stop myself from coming earlier because, quoting the dentist last time I saw him, “no need to come here so often”. I wonder each year what kind of psychopath or monster it makes me to enjoy the dentist’s. This time he praised the impeccable state of my mouth but I think he was mostly excited that he’d be able to get rid of me quickly and catch a break before the next patient, and he practically kicked me out of there before I could mention the slut I am for floss. I noticed that, in this case, it was not hygiene that brought me there but a horniness for a very specific type of praise, one that is both guaranteed and gore-intimate, as if someone got a peek into my organs and said Wow Now That Is Some Pancreas, but they mostly said that because they rarely got to see a live pancreas. I thought again of C and of chronic pain and indignantly thought to myself that he was the one giving me chronic pain at the moment, and the frustration of yet another day with an empty mailbox I carried with me all the way to the city’s central post office, not about the letter he probably never wrote me but about the package everyone seems to have lost, and I cried a little when I had to explain for the eleventh time why I wasn’t going to get my package where the notice said. The French are decidedly kinder than we paint them out to be, even in public services like the post, and soon three different people were gathered around me trying to think of a solution, and they offered to track whoever was in charge of deliveries on my street and call me if they found anything. Still, the damage was done and on my way home I bought a pack of cigarettes for the first time since October (with a thought for my dentist who had asked me earlier that morning if I smoked and I boasted “used to” shamelessly). I would have laughed at myself for being so dramatic when I came home and threw my stuff on the floor and opened a beer along with the pack and smoked out the kitchen window, if I wasn’t so busy doing the drama.

#diary

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adventuresinclientservice · 2 years

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Can you show up for clients and colleagues when you can’t meet in-person?

More than 50 years have elapsed since I left my birthplace Philadelphia to attend college in Washington DC. In the time since, I’ve roamed from Washington to North Carolina, back to Washington, to Boston, then San Francisco, followed by New York, and finally Napa, where I now happily call home. No one would argue otherwise if my sporting allegiances shifted as I did, but I have remained steadfastly a Philly fan throughout my peripatetic journeys.

What keeps me this way?

My dad took me to games; it didn’t matter if I was at Franklin Field prior to an Eagles kick-off, Connie Mack Stadium for the Phillies, or the old Convention Center to see the Warriors (before they migrated to San Francisco, replaced by the 76ers), from the earliest days, I knew the unmatched thrill of just being present.

Then came Covid; everything changed.

Places of worship, sporting venues, concert halls, restaurants, every gathering spot imaginable were now closed to the public. Try as you might, there was no way you could be present for any of these, or, for that matter, the agency accounts you served.

Need compelled me to turned to the Zoom videoconference platform to remain, as best I could, in contact with clients and colleagues, preferring it over FaceTime, Google Hangout, and Microsoft Meet-up, realizing it at least was better than a phone call, an email, or a text.

I wanted a better solution, revisiting this as a consequence of being invited to participate in a videoconference of a book club event hosted by Kathy Kissane and Pat Baldridge of Thomas Jefferson University’s book club. Members had read the book and discussed parts of it in series of discussions. Prior to the year’s final meeting, Kathy reached out: would I be willing to meet via videoconference to answer questions from readers?

I would. Happily.

A few readers submitted questions in advance, many of them revolving around their inability to meet in-person with clients, with one asking,

“If you were to write another edition - how would you update it for a virtual world? So much of what you talk about is getting in a room with people to collaborate or meet and getting to know people. We don't do this anymore; I need to know so I can sleep at night!”

In perpetual war with videoconferencing’s many limitations, so much so I wrote about it here and here. But as I was watching the game Sunday – Philly beat Dallas, BTW, to continue an undefeated football season – I thought not about the limitations of television, but instead about its advantages.

Watching sporting events on TV means there’s no time wasted traveling to and from the stadium, then negotiating the crush of other fans to get to you seat. There’s no sitting in a downpour or snow storm, freezing your butt off. Go ahead and pause the action anytime you want, for any reason. No need to spend a dime on parking, drinking, snacking. The commentators actually are helpful. There are multiple camera angles give lots of different viewing perspectives. There’s instant replay. Who doesn’t like that?

So, is television bad?

Trick question; it’s not bad at all. By extension, would the benefits of television translate to dealing remotely with clients and colleagues?

There’s no travel, making visit time much more efficient, both in terms of time and money.

Rather than see your client or colleague at the office, in a more formal setting, you catch them at home, curled up on the couch, wearing sweats with their dog or kids nearby, possibly presenting all sorts of relationship-building opportunities:

“Is that your dog? By or girl? Name? Hi Name!?!

“Are those your children? Names? How old are they? Hi Names! Nice to meet you!

“Any plans for the summer, school break, holidays?

“Your kitchen is awesome! Are you a chef?”

Given the benefits of videoconferencing, the question becomes, do in-person meetings still matter?

If you read Chapter 52 of The Art of Client Service, “Five Client Service Principles to Believe In,” you’ll find “Show up” the first of the five, so strongly do I believe in the prominence and power of meeting face-to-face with clients and colleagues. Videoconferencing isn’t a replacement, but it is unlikely they recede, whatever the circumstance, be it Covid, a different decimating illness, or any other unforeseen emergency.

The technology isn’t going to change.

It’s my attitude about it that does.

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skiller0dani · 3 years

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Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | dom!spencer x bau!reader requests info w.c | 7.2k summary | when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

I have it so bad for this man, enjoy! Also guys this piece made butterflies squirm in my belly lmao this one is so HOT it made me blush. Guys, it made me B L U S H. I need to go dunk myself in holy water to atone for this SIN. (just kidding lmao I'm agnostic).

you can see his bulge in this gif and I can't stop admiring looking at it.

When you were in college you'd been an undergraduate in Criminal Justice, so you were familiar with the effects Prison has on the psyche. In other words, you knew Spencer would come back different. No person could pass through Prison unscathed and frankly you'd be more concerned if he came back and nothing had changed at all. At home, he seemed to be relatively okay, and those 6 mandatory weeks of break had allowed him the rest he deserved. Nothing exciting had happened during those weeks, the only thing you did was curl up on the couch next to him and watch movies. You'd made up for all those weeks in Prison during the evenings when you would cling to him and cry out his name in ecstasy.

Spencer really did seem to be fine, until you returned to work. That's when you started to see all the ways Prison had hardened him.

At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If you were someone who knew Spencer well then you knew that he wasn't a man who was confident in his looks. When you and Spencer first got married he was insecure, and would be discouraged when you hung out with other guys. You wouldn't say he was jealous because jealously in itself requires a certain amount of anger. But when Spencer saw you around other men he wasn't angry, he was sad. Absolutely convinced you were going to leave him any second, despite you telling him you married him because you love him. Deep down, he always thought somebody would steal you from him even though you consistently reminded him how much you love him. That's just the kind of guy Spencer is.

Or, was.

The darkness that brews in Prison, the violent hatred, the anger seems to have followed Spencer to freedom. It has made a home in his chest, and while you're not worried about Spencer flying off the deep end and shooting an innocent, the anger reveals itself in much more subtle ways. It's in the way he clenches his jaw when he can't figure something out, or the blanching of his knuckles as he grips the steering wheel with a crushing force, it's the agitation in his eyes when he watches Alvez's knuckles brush against your lower back for the 3rd time since you two had arrived at the office this morning. The anger has adapted to civilian life like Spencer has, it's learned. It's subtle. Unfortunately you know Spencer almost better then he knows himself, you can tell when something is bothering him.

You slide your hands over his shoulders, and much to your surprise you feel him tense.

"You okay?" You know it's a stupid question, but you have to ask.

"Yeah, fine." Spencer's tone is clipped, shoulders rigid, back straight. Something is definitely bothering him. You squeeze his shoulders and begin to work at the tightened muscles, slowly easing them to relax. The tension flows out of him as he relaxes back in his desk chair, the frustration ebbing away slightly when his eyes catch your wedding ring. The object that binds you to him.

"Don't shut me out." You whisper, a soft plea in your voice. Spencer's heart wretches when he hears the fear in your tone, and one of his hands comes up to catch yours. He presses a chaste kiss to one of your knuckles before swiveling around to face you. You always find a way to soothe the violent, raging beast inside of him. Spencer's hands find your hips as he turns his gaze up to look at you.

"You're right I'm sorry. Just tense today." He says softly, and while there is a little lie to his words, his statement remains mostly the truth. He just leaves out the part where he pictures enacting varying forms of violence on Luke Alvez. The man who keeps unnecessarily touching his wife. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your head snapping up when Garcia calls from the conference room.

"Got a case folks, and it's an ugly one." Her nose scrunches up into a frown before she turns into the room. You pull away from Spencer, yanking him to his feet by his hand. Luke sends you a playful wink as he trots up the stairs, and while you don't necessarily react to it, it still puts Spencer on edge. Deep down Spencer always knew you were way out of his league, but that never became clearer then when you came to visit him in Prison.

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You were trembling as you lowered yourself into the chair. Dried tears were on your cheeks, and you haven't even seen Spencer yet. The last time you saw him was a few weeks prior after he first got back from Mexico. Seeing his wrists bound in those metal handcuffs had broken your heart in a way you never anticipated. You wrung your hands together, luckily when Penelope had made the visitation Chart she scheduled you as the first person to come see him. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but what was worse was the plastic guard separating you from Spencer. The clock ticked loudly, it was clearly mocking you. Reminding you of the seconds you were losing with Spencer, reminding you of all the seconds he was spending in Prison.

When you hear the buzzer scream loudly, you nearly come out of your seat you're so excited to see him. You and Spencer got married back in 2005, and you've never been separated from him for longer then a week. It's been over a month now, and each day he's not with you leaves a bigger hole in your chest. You watch him follow the other prisoners out, and the handcuffs around his wrists breaks your heart. His eyes light up the second he sees you, he nearly shoves the other guy over to get to you faster. There are tears in your eyes as Spencer's wrists are released from the cuffs from the guard standing nearby.

"Hey baby." Spencer says softly as he takes his seat across from you. All you want is to reach across the stupid barrier and touch him, hold his hand, anything. But you know the guards will punish him if he does, but being this close to him without being able to hold him is absolutely killing you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes so that Spencer won't see, but it's all too much. Seeing him in a jumpsuit, with cuff bruises around his wrists, having to sleep in the same building as murderers. The first tear falls and you immediately look away from him.

"Please don't cry." Spencer begs softly. "I'm okay, really."

You wipe your tears before you look back up at him, digging around in your bag for a gift from Henry. You smile when you see the happiness cross onto his face as you pull the piece of paper out.

"Henry drew this for you, it's from when you guys went to the park." You hold it up for him to see and you try to fight another onslaught of tears when you see his eyes misting.

"You know, when I get out of here we should have one." Spencer says it so casually, you almost miss it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you carefully lower the drawing.

"You want to try for a baby?" You can't hide the smile, and you see Spencer's eyes shine for the first time since he's been in here.

"Yeah, I want to have a baby with you." You and Spencer had a brief conversation about kids a few years ago, and you knew Spencer wasn't ready for it back then. His Father ran out on him and Diana when Spencer was just a kid, it made Spencer insecure about the type of Father he would end up being. In Spencer's mind, a fatherless man would never make a good Father. But it seems he's changed his mind. You had no issues agreeing to wait before you had kids until he was ready, you always knew Spencer would be a fantastic Father.

Suddenly from Spencer's right you hear a low wolf whistle. The tenderness that was on Spencer's face is instantly wiped away. His expression tenses, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to a large burly looking man covered in tattoos. The man sitting across from him, the one who was visiting, looked similar. Both of the biker looking men were eyeing me hungrily, it made my skin crawl.

"Something I can help you with?" Spencer asks, his voice tense. The tension in the room grows tenfold, and you fight the instinct to try and scoot closer to Spencer. The Biker looks Spencer in the eyes, a taunting smile on his face.

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

"Your wife?" The Biker says incrediously, Spencer raises a brow, daring him to continue. "There's no way a woman with an ass that tight would marry a man as scrawny as you."

You expected to see insecurity flash in Spencer's eyes, instead all you saw was rage. Unbridled, violent rage.

"Choose your next words carefully." Spencer's voice was low, and as sharp as the edge of a blade. You almost didn't recognize him. The Biker leaned forward, fueled only by the knowledge that he was getting under Spencer's skin.

"She as tight as she looks? If I wasn't locked up, I'd fuck her so good she wouldn't even remember what your little pecker feels like."

Spencer's jaw clenches, and his fists curl tightly. The Biker is about 2 words away from a broken nose.

"Baby just let it go." You plead, and normally you don't really use pet names in public but right now you needed to show him that you're his.

"I'll tell you what Klein, I'll fuck her for you and tell you how it felt." The other man says, the man visiting. Upon hearing the words come out of his mouth, Spencer is shoving up from the chair but almost instantly a guard is tightly gripping Spencer's shirt and shoving him back into the chair. Spencer is fuming, and there's nothing you can do to calm him down.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her, your friend here will be dead before you can have another visit." Spencer hisses, and the two large men chuckle.

Spencer instantly took you off the visitors list, and while that felt like a blow to your heart you understood why. You didn't want to stress him out by visiting him.

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So, yeah, Spencer knew you were out of his league and when Luke pulled your chair out for you at the table before he had the chance to, it made his blood boil. Why is Luke trying to take care of you? Doesn't he know that Spencer has been released from Prison? You don't need anybody else to take care of you, your husband is more than capable of doing it himself. When Spencer sat down in the chair next to you, he rested one hand on your thigh. You're only slightly surprised, normally Spencer isn't this 'handsy' in public, but in recent weeks he's been more assertive around other men.

"The body of 23 year old Cassandra Richardson was found 2 weeks ago in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her body was mutilated and showed signs of sexual assault. Yesterday another body, 20 year old Francesca Williams was found around the same warehouse district with similar wounds to the first victim." Penelope rushes the words out, almost as though saying them pains her. Various images show on the screen of the two victims, both bloodied and battered.

"Other than similar injuries, what makes the local police think it's the same unsub?" Luke asks, his eyes flickering towards you for the briefest second. While Spencer was locked away, Luke became a shoulder to cry on. Normally when you were upset and Spencer wasn't around, you'd talk to Derek. But since he's been gone you've felt more isolated then you normally do. Luke had found you crying one morning before you had taken off, and ever since he's had an "older brother" protection over you.

"A tattoo on both of the victims thighs, the words 'temerata virginem' which is Latin for 'desecrated virgin'." With the click of a button on her remote, Penelope pulls up a photo of the tattoos. The lines are shaky, although they stay mostly straight.

"It almost looks professional, except the lines aren't perfectly straight. A professional would make the line work perfect." JJ says, examining the photo closer in the folder each of you received. You turn your gaze to Spencer when you feel his hand leave your thigh to examine the photo closer. You could practically see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of his.

"It's possible an outside source is causing a tremble in the unsubs hands, if he is a professional tattoo artist." Spencer mumbles, almost to himself. Sometimes when he's in deep concentration, he nearly forgets other people are in the room with him.

"Could be drugs-" Luke starts but is sharply cut off.

"Actually it's more likely to be alcohol, withdraw from other drugs would be too severe to operate the tattoo machine." Spencer snaps, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. Maybe under other circumstances someone would say something to him, but since Spencer got released from Prison only a few weeks ago, nobody says anything. Luke's eyebrows furrow together as he shoots Spencer a confused look, one Spencer chooses to ignore as his hand returns to your thigh. Spencer knows he's acting like a jerk but he can't help it, Luke needs to know who you belong to. Spencer had everything taken from him in Prison, he won't let anyone take you from him too.

"We've been personally asked by the local police to assist, so wheels up in 30." Emily concludes, shooting one more look at Spencer before everybody rises.

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The tension on the jet is thick, you're absolutely sure everybody can feel it. Hardly anyone has interacted with Spencer, except to ask him a question about the case. You sit back against the couch, Luke sitting in one of the chairs at the table, and Spencer sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. In your hand was a nearly empty cup of coffee, and just as you move to refill, Luke rises with his own empty cup.

"Need a refill?" He asks, offering you a friendly smile.

"Yeah actually-"

"I got it." Spencer says abruptly, standing from where he was sitting. His eyes meet Luke's, silently challenging him. You try to be understanding, but you can't help but feel annoyed at Spencer. If he was acting like this to some random guy then that's one thing, but this is Luke. He's your friend, he's Spencer's friend. Luke, and the rest of the team, put everything on the line to free Spencer from Prison.

"It's cool man, I can do it-" Luke offers again, but Spencer isn't having it.

"I said I got it." Spencer reaches his hand out for your mug, which you instantly give to him. His eyes don't leave Luke's until he turns around and heads to the back of the jet to refill your coffee. Luke pauses for a few seconds, his eyes meeting yours and mirroring the same look of concern before he heads for the coffee pot as well. Luke isn't even upset by how Spencer is treating him, he- like everyone else, is worried about Spencer's psyche.

"What is going on with Spencer?" JJ whispers once she's sure Spencer is out of earshot. You shrug, your worried eyes landing on your husband. His posture is tense, almost defensive.

"Well can you blame him? In Prison, everything that's yours can and will be stolen by the other male inmates. Now that he's free, Spencer is being protective of his wife, someone that is his and can be taken by other men." Rossi says, always naturally a tad protective of Spencer.

"There isn't a man on this planet that would make me leave Spencer." You say defensively, although you know Rossi didn't mean anything by what he said.

"That might be obvious to you, but not to Spencer." JJ says, eyeing Spencer standing back near the coffee machine.

"Doing okay man?" Luke asks hesitantly as he moves to stand next to Spencer.

"Yep." Spencer says shortly, waiting for the pot to brew. Luke feels the tension rolling off Spencer in waves, and it's all being directed at him and he's not sure why.

"Look, if I've done something to upset you, just talk to me about it Reid." Luke's voice is gentle, understanding. Spencer's jaw clenches again as the pot finishes brewing and he refreshes your cup before reaching for the creamer.

"I'm fine Alvez. Really." Spencer says again, but Luke isn't willing to let this go yet.

"No Reid, you're not-"

"Stop flirting with my wife." Spencer's tone is firm, and the look in his eyes tells Luke just how on edge Spencer is.

"You got it." Luke agrees instantly, even though he was never flirting with you. But he knows that right now arguing with Spencer will only make things worse. Seemingly satisfied with Luke's answer, Spencer carries your cup back you, slinging an arm around you.

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Spencer twists his wedding ring around his ring finger, something he does when he's stressed out or tense. You're currently sat in the interrogation room with the male suspect, a tattoo artist attending AA meetings, the tattoo on the first victim was the shakiest because he had just quit drinking. The other, more recent, victims tattoo's were more steady. The longer he stayed sober, the more his trembling faded. In Spencer's other palm is your wedding ring, you fit the physical preference of this killer perfectly, but he only went after single women. Emily thought sending somebody in fitting his victimology would throw him off enough to say something incriminating. In order for the rouse to work, you needed to appear single- meaning the wedding ring had to come off. The thought didn't settle well in Spencer's gut.

"You have to relax." JJ said suddenly from Spencer's right. He nearly ignored her but his frayed nerves were beginning to eat at him.

"I can't. Do you see the way he's looking at her?" Spencer was pacing back and forth in front of the one way glass like a caged animal, unable to take his eyes off of the train wreck happening in front of him.

"She can handle herself Spence." JJ insists gently, almost using a motherly tone to talk to him.

"She's mine!" And suddenly the crux of the issue comes to light, and Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath. JJ thinks about her words carefully, trying to find something to say that will calm him at least a little.

"Yeah, and nothing is going to change that Spencer. You need to relax, and you have to trust her. You're not in Prison anymore, nobody is going to take her from you." JJ says, looking him in the eyes. Suddenly the sound of metal screeching across a concrete floor sounds from behind Spencer and when he turns around, his blood boils hot in his veins. The suspect, Alan Baker, has shoved out of his chair and has started towards you.

"Spencer-" JJ's voice is distant, and comes too late. Spencer isn't listening to her anymore when his fist curls around the door handle and he nearly rips it off its hinges.

"You need to step back." Spencer snaps, reaching for his gun as Alan Baker backs you into the corner of the interrogation room. You weren't ever truly afraid, you could have handled Alan. Slowly, Alan backs away from you and Spencer instantly reaches for you. He leads you out of the room with a gentle but firm hand on your back. Once you're out of the interrogation room you turn to Spencer.

"What the hell? I could have dealt with him!" You insist, frustration laced in your tone. At this point JJ silently slips out of the room, giving you and Spencer some much needed privacy. Spencer crosses his arms as he leans back against the one way mirror.

"You didn't need to, I did." Spencer huffs and you seriously resist the urge to throw something at him.

"What is your problem today? You could have compromised my entire interrogation, he's never going to tell me anything now!" You snap, anger pinching at your features.

"Good! Now you have no reason to talk to him again." Spencer snaps back, can't you see that he's just protecting what's his?

"Spencer we're trying to save somebody! You're being selfish!" You say to him angrily, trying your best not to start yelling at him. Spencer's selfish possessiveness over you could have just ruined your entire investigation.

"This is why the Bureau was hesitant to reinstate you. They were scared you wouldn't be able to control yourself." You snap at him, crossing your arms.

"Are you saying they made a mistake?" Spencer asks incrediously, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Maybe they did. Because you're acting like an asshole right now. You've been a jerk to Luke the entire day when he busted his ass to help get you out of Prison and back to me! Since when have you not trusted me during an interrogation? What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to let him touch me? I thought you trusted me." You cry out, tears filling your eyes now. Spencer didn't say anything as you turned for the door, anger still laced in his features.

"This has nothing to do with me not trusting you-"

"If you don't trust me, then maybe you should just hold onto my wedding ring for a while. I don't want it." You snap quietly, and you regret the words the second they leave your lips. No matter how mad he makes you, you'd never leave Spencer. You watch Spencer's expression shift from anger to...hurt. He watches silently as you slam the door behind you. Prison has turned him into somebody he isn't, and Spencer doesn't know how to turn off this part of his brain. The part telling him that you belong to him, and that he needs to protect what's his.

Rossi catches the sight of your tear stained cheeks as you move back towards the kitchen in the precinct. You wipe your tears as he comes to stand beside you, and the look on his face tells you that he overheard your fight with Spencer. Rossi bumps you with his elbow gently, a small smile on his face.

"You don't look okay." He says softly and you let out a self-depreciating laugh.

"I'm not. I don't know how to help Spencer, he doesn't trust me." You say sadly, your heart breaking in your chest.

"It's not you he doesn't trust, it's other men." Rossi clarifies, although it does little to ease the pain. You reach up to brush your hair behind your ear when Rossi catches your hand, examining your ring finger.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

"Told Spencer I didn't want it." The words are laced with heavy regret, and when you remember the look on his face when you said it you almost start to cry again. Rossi wraps an arm around you, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Deep down, he knows you didn't mean it." He tries to reassure you.

"That's the problem, he probably thinks I meant it."

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Normally it only takes you and Spencer a few hours to smooth things over after a fight. But this time, it's been nearly 3 hours and you haven't spoken a word to each other. You're both working on searching through Alan Baker's financial records without speaking at all. Neither of you have said anything, and Spencer still has your wedding ring. You desperately want it back, but you don't know how to start that conversation. You're angry about how he's been treating everybody, and you feel like asking for your ring is accepting defeat. You're not ready to accept defeat. When Emily comes into the room, her eyes settle on the two of you.

"Okay, what's going on with you guys?" Her arms are crossed.

"Nothing." The word comes from both yours and Spencer's mouths at the same time, and you say it far too quickly. Emily raises one brow at the two of you before closing the door behind her.

"Alright I'm going to have to be a boss now. We are not going to lock this guy away if the two of you are fighting. We need everybody on their A-game. Fix it. Now, and I mean right now." She says, leaving the room but closing the door behind her. There's a suffocating silence that fills the room, both you and Spencer too stubborn to speak first. But you can't take it, you hate it when he's mad at you. You hate it when you guys fight, which isn't often but it does happen occasionally.

"I didn't mean it." You whisper, leaning on the table, facing away from him. Spencer doesn't say anything but you know he's listening.

"I didn't mean it Spencer, I want my ring." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear you say that, his entire world crashed down around him the second you told him to keep the ring. The irrational part of his brain told him you were going to divorce him.

"Can I please have it back?" You ask, barely turning your head to look at him. With a huff Spencer pushes away from the table to move in front of you. His eyes are focused on your hand, he has yet to look at you. Spencer fishes around in his pocket before he finds your ring and gently slides it onto your ring finger.

"You have to stop glaring at any man that gets to close to me, especially Luke." You tell him, but he continues to look away from you. Spencer pushes past you to stand near the windows, his back facing you. The thing about Spencer is that he's stubborn, really stubborn. You take a few steps towards him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"I love you Spencer, I'm sorry. I was an ass, but you acted like an ass too." You tell him, but Spencer only turns his head further away from you. You move to stand in front of him, but his eyes turn to the ground and his arms are crossed tightly. Seriously?

"Please talk to me Spencer, tell me what's going on." You can see the frustration laced in his features, there's something on the tip of his tongue that he needs to say.

"Spencer."

"After you left from your visit, do you know why I didn't let you come back?" Spencer snaps, his hands finding your shoulders to yank your body against his. Your chest collides with his and suddenly you feel a dampness building between your legs. You instantly turn to putty in his hands.

"I didn't let you come back because that asshole told everybody about you. Told everybody what a tight little body you have. Soon the entire cell block was fantasizing about my 'sexy wife'. Do you have any idea what it's like to listen to men constantly talk about fucking your wife?" Spencer's voice is tense, but you can see it. The lust building behind his eyes, the frustration, and the fear of losing you simmering underneath it all.

"N-No." Your voice is breathy, and your eyes are lidded as Spencer's hands slide up your arms to your shoulders.

"It's fucking hell Y/N. Every time I see any man look at you I want to rip his eyes out, and I can't turn it off. I've tried, and the way that Alvez looks at you- it drives me fucking crazy." Spencer snaps, the anger building by the second. Your entire body begins to hum with an intense need, and Spencer can see it in your eyes. Spencer releases you then and he turns for the door, at first you're afraid he's going to leave but instead he locks the door. Luckily it's late, so the police station is more deserted then it is during the day. Turning back to you, Spencer reaches for the blinds next and you can't help but follow his every movement with your eyes.

"Get on your knees." Spencer says suddenly, and you freeze in shock. Did he just say...?

"Get. On. Your. Knees." Spencer says again through clenched teeth, leaning back against the table, heat simmering in his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the table and you feel a throb from between your legs. Quickly you scramble onto your knees in front of him, your hands reaching up to undo his belt. Once the belt is unfastened, you're quickly unbuttoning his dress slacks, your eagerness making your hands a bit clumsy. Spencer has never been this dominant during sex, but you have no complaints. He has your knees weak and he hasn't even touched you. You quickly dip your hand into his boxers to pull his hardening cock out. As soon as his cock is freed, your lips are wrapping around the head. Spencer's head tosses back in ecstasy.

"Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Those bastards could only imagine having you on your knees for them." Spencer snaps, his hand weaving into the hair at the back of your head. You moan softly around him at his crude words, slowly sliding down his cock. Spencer groans when he feels your tongue laving the underside of his cock, along the vein that runs from base to tip. Apparently feeling impatient, Spencer pushes your head further down his cock. He feels his tip right at the entrance of your throat, and with one gentle thrust he breaches your throat and his cock slides all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer hisses, and Spencer does not curse often. So the fact that you have been able to draw curses from his mouth is nothing short of a miracle. Spencer's chest heaves slightly as you gag lightly around him, drawing another deep groan from his chest. You feel nearly desperate to please him, you need to make him cum. You want him to fucking pound you, you want him to use your body for his pleasure. You want him to release all of his frustration out on you, you want to be sore when he's done.

"You're mine. This is my body to touch and admire, my tight pussy to stretch open, mine." Spencer growls, thrusting gently to meet your hasty movements. You whimper around his cock, gagging slightly again as spit dribbles down your chin. Your eyes are wide and watery as you look up at him, and the sight of you nearly causes him to blow his load. You just look so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of him, drool on your chin and your mouth full of cock. It's a sight he will never forget. You move your head faster, keeping your eyes locked on his. Spencer squeezes the edge of the table, his head tossing back when his orgasm hits him. You feel his cum shooting in spurts to the back of your throat and you swallow every drop. Once you pull off him, Spencer is grabbing your elbows to pull you to stand.

Spencer's hands are reaching for the button of your dress slacks as his mouth presses messily to yours. Spencer's tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands pushing your pants down and you kick them off. Instantly, Spencer's fingers are sliding into your panties and through your slick folds. You whine loudly against his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as his palm roughly cradles the back of your head.

"Need to make sure you know who you belong to." Spencer snaps as he pulls away from you, quickly pushing two long fingers into your dripping hole. You cry out before Spencer is slapping a hand over your mouth, your back pressed against the wall. Spencer's slender frame is leaning against you, effectively trapping you against the wall and his body. Your eyes are rolling when Spencer's finger crook inside of you while roughly thrusting into you.

"Gotta be quiet, wouldn't want Luke to catch us now would we?" Spencer breathes in the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps spreading over your skin. You are completely at Spencer's mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure shooting through you goes rocketing up your spine when Spencer scissors his fingers inside of you. You're mumbling incoherently against his palm, desperate pleas not to stop, to please let you cum. Your entire body is flushed, and you feel sweat on your skin like a sheen layer over you. Spencer feels you begin to squeeze around his fingers and he replaces his palm with his mouth, swallowing all of your moans and desperate cries.

Your back is arching as your high approaches, and you climb higher and higher to meet it. Spencer never lets up, his fingers steadily pumping into you and his lips muffling all of your cries of pleasure. The sounds you make are music to his ears, they tell him that you will always be his, no matter what childish fears he has. Your hands come up to unbutton the buttons on Spencer's dress shirt, you need to feel more of him. Before you can finish undressing your husband, his fingers nudge your cervix and you instantly clamp around his fingers, your body convulsing.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Spencer praises, his cock rock hard again. He needs to be inside of you as soon as humanely possible. Spencer pulls away from you to grasp the base of his cock, no need to bother with protection. The two of you already agreed that you want to try for a baby anyway.

"Please baby, please get inside me. How could you think I'd ever leave you? I love you, and nobody could make me cum like you can." You moan desperately, turning to bend over the table. Spencer's hand runs up your spine, enjoying the way you wriggle your hips in search of his cock. There are butterflies squirming in your stomach as you spread your legs apart wider for him, but he still doesn't bring his cock closer to you.

"Oh c'mon Spence don't do this please. Baby, fuck me." You plead, nearly sobbing as you shamlessly beg. He presses his tip against your soaked entrance and you whine. You hear fabric rustling around and you turn your head just in time to see him pull his tie from around his neck.

"I needed to hear you beg for me, and this is to keep you quiet. As much as I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you, I can't let anyone else hear you." Spencer says, his voice low and rumbling from his chest. You open your mouth to let him tie the silk fabric in your mouth. You try to whimper but you gag around the tie in your mouth, and you see a pleased smile cross onto Spencer's face. Your fingers grasp at the edge of the table as you impatiently wait for Spencer to push into you. You feel his glorious cock nestled at your entrance, the tip barely nudging in. You feel another wave of slick gush out of you and Spencer is running his tip through your already drenched folds. Such a tease.

You whine softly, trying to push back against him. Spencer chuckles darkly before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, Spencer is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. You feel heat searing through you, your head dropping to the table as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear Spencer groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." Spencer praises, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"I wish you could see this baby, I love watching you take my cock." He praises through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. Spencer needed this so bad and you love the fact that you can give him a type of relief nobody else on the planet can give him. Spencer steadily thrusts into you when you both hear footsteps slowly passing outside the room. You expect Spencer to stop, to pull out of you and start redressing but he doesn't. He slows his pace considerably, but he still slowly thrusts into you.

"Shh, I would hate for whoever that is to see my cock buried in your pretty pussy." Spencer whispers as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You struggle to contain the whimpers, but somehow you remain completely silent as Spencer gently thrusts into you. Once whoever it is passes by, Spencer resumes his quicker thrusts. His pelvis hits your ass with enough force to send you lurching across the table and your fingers scramble to find purchase against the smooth surface.

"This is my pussy, you're my wife, you're mine. Not Luke's, not that dick from the Prison. Mine." Spencer says, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust into you. You wished you could answer him, that you could cry to the heavens that you belong to Spencer Reid- that you never want to belong to anybody else. You settle for squeezing his cock whenever it returns to your velvety warmth, chanting the same word in your head over and over.

Yours yours yours yours yours.

Your forehead presses against the table, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time Spencer hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you feel lightheaded so you reach up to yank the tie away from your mouth.

"Please make me cum Spence, I'm so close baby please don't stop." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and Spencer holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when Spencer's hand snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Oh Spencer your cock feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. Spencer loves when he reduces you to this, speaking in a jumble of words and disconnected statements because you can't think with his cock inside you.

"I, shit, I love you-" Spencer gasps, slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and Spencer can only offer a few more stuttering thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum. Spencer keeps his cock inside you, ensuring his cum stays inside you. He wants to get you pregnant. His palms gently hold your hips, and all the frustration he's felt all day has completely disappeared. His chest is heaving from the exertion but he feels more relaxed then he has all day. There's a smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the table.

"You okay?" You hear Spencer's voice, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face.

"I'm amazing." You mumble back, feeling Spencer begin to gently massage your back. You love enjoying the afterglow with him, even if you're laying on a table. Slowly Spencer pulls out, but he groans softly when he sees his cum inside your pussy. He reaches to the floor to pull your panties and dress slacks back up your legs and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants. He buttons the 4 buttons you managed to open on his shirt before he's gently pulling you to stand.

"You sure you're alright?" Spencer asks, concern in his eyes. You nod with a smile, but when he releases his hold on your shoulders, you feel your legs tremble and give out underneath you. Spencer immediately catches you and sets you down on the table. You laugh softly.

"Guess you fucked me good."

"Sorry." Spencer says sheepishly, but you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Don't be, that had to have been the best sex we've had in a long time." You mumble against his lips and Spencer hums in agreement. Reaching for his tie, Spencer shoves it in his pocket before he pokes his head out of the room you guys just defiled.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry about what I said. I love you so much, I didn't mean what I said about my ring-" You blubber suddenly, drawing Spencer's attention to you. He cradles your head against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead.

"I know baby, it's okay. I love you." Spencer answers quietly, holding you to him tightly.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk today. I'm just so protective of you. I can't let anything steal you from me." Spencer admits softly and you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. There is a sadness in his eyes that you want to obliterate, you can't stand it when he's sad. It breaks your heart.

"Nothing could steal me from you. I only want you Spencer." You say quietly and you see tears misting his eyes. He presses his lips desperately against yours, and you feel tears cascading down yours and his cheeks. The kiss is wet, but it's passionate and you throw every ounce of love you have for this man into it. When you and Spencer part, your foreheads are pressed together.

"Hey Spence? How am I gonna get to the hotel. I can't walk." You say softly with a giggle and Spencer smiles mischievously.

"I guess I'll have to carry you." He scoops you bridal style into his arms then and you blush deeply when he carries you out of the room and towards the front entrance.

"Spencer! Everybody is going to know!" You whisper into his ear and he chuckles.

"Good."

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Touch-Averse | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

✧ Summary: Physical affection was something you loved, and while Sakusa was not exactly the biggest fan, you didn’t want to encroach on him. You weren’t expecting your boyfriend to get jealous!

➳ A/N: Hey! This has been waiting around for so long; I think I steered a little too into the angst with this one asfdgfhj ;-; ➳ Tags: Angst with a happy ending, komori is a lil shit; ➳ Masterlist

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By all intents and purposes, Sakusa was the perfect boyfriend.

You were friends before through Komori since junior high and one thing led to another before the wing-spiker finally asked you out. You knew long before as his friend that he was averse to physical contact — even if it was under two layers of gloves.

No, the germaphobe kept everyone at a distance further from arms length. He wanted to keep things neat and orderly and straying from that made him uncomfortable.

And it warmed your heart that, despite this life-long struggle, Sakusa still let you into his world in little ways.

He would hold your hand through the halls of school (of course, you had to thoroughly wash your hands first and then get his personal approval). And, on lucky days like when Itachiyama won their practice matches that week, Sakusa would kiss you on the forehead openly in public.

All you had to do was vocalize things, keep the roads of communication between you two and he would respond. If you wanted to come over to his family home or vice versa — just let him know ahead of time and he would be happy to accommodate you. You want to go on a date to the arcade? Sure, send him a text and he’ll pencil you in for a couple days from now. A part of you also liked wearing his sweaters, the ones that plastered his last-name across the back. And on request, Sakusa let you wear his own to school.

Sakusa was generally aware of your needs and was not against being vocal about your relationship. You knew all about this prior to being his official girlfriend and had even found it endearing how much he cared about your personal health.

All it took was a look.

A single look was enough to plant the seed of doubt and make it take root.

It was after volleyball practice — you had stayed behind after your student council duties and went over to the courts instead of heading straight back to the dorms. You hadn’t told Sakusa before that you would be visiting, just popping in so you can walk back together.

You waved at the others, Komori noticing you first from the sidelines and greeting you. Some others from the team took notice beside him and recognized you from being friends with the second-years.

Between the break, you approached Sakusa’s pack where you knew he would go, happy to greet him.

He shot you the most disgusted look you had ever seen.

After, Sakusa had greeted you in his usual monotone voice. Voice clipped and simply drinking his water, Sakusa was there for a quick minute before returning back to the match without so much as a goodbye.

Your walk back to the dorms was eerily silent.

It could have been nothing, just a look that he always had in his resting judgmental grandma face. But for some reason it stuck to you, how mean his tone was towards his girlfriend of all people and how quick he was to get away from you after.

You tried to wave it off, give him the benefit of the doubt as you lay awake in your dorm room. Not saying anything to your roommate, you internalized most of your feelings and let it continue to fester below the surface.

He already didn’t like physical touch with you. But you had just greeted him, hardly pushing into his comfortable space. But even so, it was clear Sakusa had still been disgusted with you.

Was this what he really thought about you?

You tried your best to wave it off — maybe he wasn’t feeling too well that day? Maybe the match was annoying him? Maybe something just happened with his other teammates?

And so the next day after you were done with your extracurriculars, you dropped by the gym again just to see how Sakusa was doing.

Sakusa was quick to find in the crowd of boys, his tall height and curly black hair bobbing along as he readied to jump in the air. Seeing him spike, hearing the smack of power as it slammed into the floor, it always made you so proud at how fair he had come.

That moment didn’t last long.

No, it was pushed out by another emotion entirely.

The coach called the players on the opposite side, ringing them in to give some tips to them specifically. Sakusa’s side backed off to grab drinks of their water, the main manager running up to him with a towel in hand.

And Sakusa let her wipe at his face.

A small dab at his forehead and at the sides of his face and the moment was over. But that was not what you saw. You saw your boyfriend, your long-term friend, allow someone in his close space to touch his face of all things! You still had to wear gloves sometimes. And here she was, noses only inches away from one another, as she was allowed into his world.

What was it that made you so undesirable?

Was Sakusa annoyed with you? Had you been asking too much of him? You knew he was averse to the things you liked, but you never thought that it would push Sakusa away to this point.

You loved Sakusa and you had tried really hard to accommodate what he was looking for in a relationship. But was that really fair? Was he being fair to you at this point? Did he even view you as anything special, as his girlfriend?

Walking out the gym without a single word, you turned around with all intents to go back to your room and reevaluate your decisions. You failed to notice Komori’s wandering eyes that followed you out the open doors.

Your roommate commented that you looked terrible that night and was a willing open ear for you. You were grateful beyond compare, she was an awesome friend that you shared classes with and was alsoa member in the student council.

But instead of venting, you just relished in the tight hug she gave you. This physical touch was what you crazed and, while it had never really affected you before, it made you sad that this was something Sakusa would never want.

Was it really fair to have to schedule a hug with him?

Did he even want you as his girlfriend?

You internalized this hard and the it was hard to even look at Sakusa the next day at school, these thoughts only propping up again and again. What hurt even more is that you were actively avoiding the wing-spiker and it seemed that he did not even notice. Just went about his day, avoiding most people and sticking to corners alone.

But you were his girlfriend. He avoided most people but should that really include you?

Did he feel like you were suffocating him? You loved him and didn’t want to lose him. And so if he wanted space, you were willing to give it to him. But for Sakusa to treat you so cruelly when you were trying so hard - was it even fair at this point?

A text-tone from your phone permeated the room and you felt your spirits almost physically lift themselves up at the prospect of Sakusa reaching out to you.

But his text only made your heart drop.

Give me back my sweater already. Sakusa’s words read, Don’t you have your own?

And suddenly your thoughts of doubt were solidified as fact in your mind.

Grabbing the sweater from your bedside, you almost cried as you folded it up. Sakusa’s terms of endearment were few and far between, you wearing his sweater was one of the few things you could compromise on. And now he did not even want that.

You went about your morning weakly, going into Sakusa’s homeroom and leaving the sweater in a bag there. Alongside it was only a small note that you did not have time to wash it while it was in the bag. You did not wait a moment longer, dropping off the package and hoping to avoid him the rest of the day.

And throughout the school hours, you were doing a good job. During lunch you were able to avoid spending time with both Sakusa and Komori, leaving your classroom the moment the teacher dismissed you and retreating to the outside area behind school. Would it do you any good to confront Sakusa over something that he probably did not even care about? Was he planning on breaking up with you?

These thoughts only continued to plague you throughout the day and the more you continued to ponder on it - the worse it got. Maybe he always viewed you this way, just humoring your relationship for the sake of your friendship.

Your mindset spiraled downward worse and worse and you had little initiative to even go to club activities after school. Your roommate had vouched for you at the student council meeting while you went back to the dorms depressed and very not well dressed.

The moment your phone dinged to life you shot up in repressed excitement, wondering if Sakusa had noticed your mood and reached out.

It was Komori.

Hey, missed ya during lunch. Wanna catch dinner together?

Of course, it was Komori.

You wondered for a hot second if it would be smart to go with the libero out to dinners the campus cafeteria. Odds are you were going to pour your feelings out to the boy and he was undoubtedly loyal to Sakusa. Komori was always one of your closest friends, even before dating the wing-spiker.

Another ding ringed out a second later.

Come on, you’re my friend too.

It was almost like he was reading your mind - the poor boy was probably so used to your evasiveness from before that it was no doubt he remembered it.

You typed back, Okay, I’ll meet you after practice.

See you then <3

You texted your roommate that you would be meeting with the libero, so as not to worry when she returned. In the meantime, you hung around your room and completed some of your homework early. Once Komori texted you that he was ready, you put on a large hoodie and some leggings, trying your best to look presentable despite your solemn expression.

“Hey!” Komori perked up when he saw you, already at a table in the cafeteria. Thankfully he was sitting alone. The moment you were close enough, Komori pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

Komori always gave the best hugs and you squeezed your arms around his middle right back. It had been a while since he, or any male for that matter hugged you like this. Most of the male population at school was well aware of your relationship with Sakusa and all it took was a look from the strong spiker to get most to back off.

But with Komori being his best friend and also one of yours, he was one of the few people who could get away with sharing you in a warm embrace. However, you did notice as of late that he was withholding some of the best hugs from you.

“Thanks for joining me tonight.” Komori continued, leaning back while you were still in his arms. “I know you’ve been kind of down.”

“Yeah.”

“Listen, you can tell me anything or nothing if you want. Whatever you’re comfortable with - I just wanted to spend this time with you so you know you’re not alone.”

You almost teared up on the spot, with the exception of your roommate, it had been so long since someone had been so considerate with your feelings. Komori was the best bro and just all friend anyone could ask for.

Nuzzling further into his chest, you shakily replied. “You’re the best, Komori.”

Komori guided you to the seats, telling you that he had actually placed a comfort food order and was waiting for the number to be called. You smiled at him in response, placing your hands on the table and mentally preparing for what you wanted to say.

It felt almost therapeutic, admitting to the libero all the feelings that you had bottled up over the past few days. Komori nodded along, listening to you without cutting in or interrupting with his own point of view. He took in every word, keen on gaining your perspective before he added on.

“It makes me wonder, does Sakusa even want to be in this relationship?” You asked aloud, baring your insecurity to him.

Little did you know that Sakusa was reacting exactly opposite to what you were thinking.

Komori had actually invited the wing-spiker to join this dinner, but he had simply walked away in silence back to his own dorm.

Sakusa would never admit this aloud, but he cherished you in so many ways that it frightened him. Your relationship was built on years of knowing each other. And from the beginning of it all, Sakusa knew that he was all in. From high school to the end of your days, he was sure that this was the only relationship he wanted to ever be in. You were the first and only person he ever loved and he wanted to be that for you too.

And with that thought, Sakusa had always been afraid of losing you. He wondered, on multiple occasions, if you would be happier with someone else. After all, yes you were friends for a while, but you were much closer to Komori before you were in a relationship.

Sakusa saw it all - he knew how you leaned into the libero for tight hugs and how the both of you were still fond of spending time alone together. He had never doubted you or his cousin’s loyalty; neither you nor Komori would ever do anything to hurt him, Sakusa was sure. But he had a much more looming fear, one that frightened him simply because it was probably true, that you would probably be happier with Komori.

The libero was capable of easily reading your mood and reacting to it properly. It was Komori after all that noticed you had left the gymnasium the other day without greeting either male. He was very in-tune to your personality and it seemed the both of you were very agreeable. Sakusa remembered the time that many of your classmates had thought it was you and Komori dating after all.

Sakusa would honestly never forget that.

And so the wing-spiker had thought on multiple occasions if you would be happier in the arms of another. Maybe someone who had more time for you, who liked being as affectionate as you did.

Admittedly, Sakusa knew something was off from the moment you returned the sweater. He knew that you cherished wearing it for some reason. But you had it over a week and it was time for him to wash it. After all, it must have been dirty from overuse at this point and he did not want you possibly getting sick from something he wore.

Besides, he could just lend you another cleaner sweater for you to wear.

This was simply the way he thought - cut and dry and oftentimes misconstrued by other people.

But the last person he ever wanted to hurt was you.

Sucking in a hard breath, Sakusa attempted to figure out what to say. Not that he was unsure what to get across, but that he wanted to get out the proper wording before he caused any true damage to you. He must have been standing in the middle of his dorm room for a good twenty minutes, trying to keep a level head as different phrases evaded him.

Calm and collected, he told himself as he got near the cafeteria.

The last thing he wanted to ever see greeted him - you and Komori standing alongside a cafeteria table, you in his arms as he held you tightly.

It seemed you were still in the middle of your meal, your trays of food still stacked with chopsticks to the side. Regardless of the situation, Sakusa stalked over quietly and made his presence extremely known.

From Komori’s nice hug to suddenly pulled into another, your ten seconds of panic morphed into surprise at seeing your boyfriend.

“Sakusa!” You exclaimed, head against his chest as he continued to stare down his cousin. “This looks bad, but I was just talking to Komori about something.”

Komori only laughed, picking up his tray and taking it with him elsewhere. “See you tomorrow, lovebirds.”

“I--” You stuttered over your words as the libero made his quick escape, “We were in the middle of a meal!”

“We need to talk.”

Wait.

Was Sakusa breaking up with you right now?

You felt fresh tears break your visage as you asked him outright, “Are you breaking up with me?”

Sakusa recoiled before grabbing your hand, “No. Let’s go.”

You allowed him to drag you wordlessly, following along as he led you back to his dorm. He unceremoniously brought you along with him - was he sparing your feelings by breaking up with you away from the public eye?

The worries must have shown up on your face since, once you entered the elevator, Sakusa took one look at you before pulling you into his embrace again. He lingered for a second, as if unsure where to place himself, then leaned down to put a small mask-covered kiss on your forehead. You stilled at the motion, surprised that he was willing to show any display of affection in public.

The moment was only broken when he pulled you toward his dorm room, closing it loudly behind you.

“Why would you think that I would want to break up with you?” Sakusa asked, not at all sugar-coating his words.

You hesitated, looking at the ground before back at him. “Sakusa, are you even happy being with me?”

His eyes peeking over the mask widened in surprise. In the next second, Sakusa pulled his mask off and threw it in the direction of his trash bin. You took a step back at his aggressiveness, but he only followed the movement and wrapped an arm around your waist.

Sakusa pulled you against him and stated clearly, “I want to be with you forever, if given the chance.”

“Really?”

He did not hesitate in response, “Yes.”

You smiled at how sure he was, but his actions from the last few days still had you on edge. With a hand on his chest, you bit your lip before asking. “You don’t feel like I’m suffocating you?”

Sakusa angled his head in question before shooting back, “Why would you assume that?”

“I just feel like you don’t really want me around?” You admitted, words coming out slowly. “I mean, the other day you just seemed like you didn’t want me at your practice. And then I saw your manager dabbing you with the towel and even I can’t even hug you without warning.”

Sakusa simply stared at you as you spoke, his full attention to your words as he recalled the past few days.

“I like spending time with you, but at practice I was sweaty and you were still in your school uniform. It would be unfair to you if I was the one to sully it.” Sakusa replied, “While I am not close to the manager, handling the towels is one of her responsibilities. And I prefer to get toweled down rather than do it myself then touch the volleyball with sweaty hands.”

“Oh.”

You were at a loss for words once he explained himself.

“What about the other day?” You recalled, “I get that you don’t like me wearing your sweaters, but you should have just told me outright.”

You were not expecting Sakusa to shoot you a tired smile.

He moved to kiss your forehead again, lips lingering above your brow before he spoke. “I like seeing you in my sweaters. It reminds everyone that you’re mine.”

“What?”

“But you had that sweater for more than five days, right?” Sakusa answered with a question, “I have the proper detergent to clean it. It would do you no good if you got dirty or even sick from one of my articles of clothing.”

“Oh.”

You were an idiot.

An overthinking, doubtful, big dumb idiot.

You felt the small exhale against his chest, tantamount to a small laugh from Sakusa. “Oh?”

“I just--” You tried to articulate yourself, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry I doubted you.” You admitted, “There are just these moments. I know you don’t like physical touch that much, but there are times I want to hug you or kiss you. And I get the feeling that you don’t like it.”

You heard Sakusa exhale above you, before feeling a slight nudging at your chin. Using his free hand, the wing-spiker was guiding your gaze back to him. He had an oddly fond expression on, before he leaned forward to slot your lips against his.

Leaning forward into the kiss, you carded your fingers in his curly mop of hair, arms crossed behind his neck. He pulled you as close as possible, lingering in the moment of your passionate lip-lock before settling you back down on your feet.

“I love kissing you.” Sakusa stated fondly, eyes still glued to yours.

You laughed breathlessly, “I know that now.”

“Good.” Sakusa replied, “I’m not good at these things. I can’t comfort you like others do, but please trust in me. Communicate with me - not your roommate and not Komori.”

“Okay. I’m sorry that I closed myself off.” You apologized, receiving a second kiss back.

You were caught off-guard, like the hesitation Sakusa had before was suddenly lifted from its floodgates. He pecked you one, twice, returning over and over as he lost himself in the feel of your lips against his.

“I have two newly cleaned sweaters for you to choose from.” Sakusa whispered, as if this was his version of sweet nothings. “I would prefer it if you wore one tomorrow.”

You shot him back a radiant smile, one that he eagerly savored in the back of his memory. “I would love to.”

Your relationship did not magically fix in that single night, but you resolved to continue working on your communication. It was a two-way street, one that the both of you had to work on.

But by God, you two loved each other.

And that was all that mattered.

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bangtanflirt · 3 years

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Ruin Me, Pretty Please? (Part 8)

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

NSFW CONTENT (18+ ONLY)

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the campus’s it-boy. Y/N is a socially anxious recluse. When Jungkook accidentally witnesses Y/N’s sexually sadistic nature, it awakens a new side of him.

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5 > Part 6 > Part 7 > Part 8 > Part 9

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, female domination, humiliation/degradation, cock-ring, jk is scared during play (but is still consenting and knows he can back out at any time), orgasm control, mentions of anal play with a plug, handjob, jealousy and insecurities, reader has social anxiety

You walk into Anthro the next day with that photo and caption fresh on your mind. The living cause of your lust-filled, sleepless night sits smugly at his designated seat, two rows behind yours. Once again, a similar scene from yesterday plays out: a bunch of beautiful girls giggling around Jungkook and giving their best “fuck-me” eyes. You had never taken much interest in Jungkook or the constant mob around him before, but now it’s all you can think about.

Thankfully, Professor Kim begins teaching, and the girls all dissipate to their seats.

“Okay class, I need you to pair up for your next project. As you can probably guess by the past few lectures, this project will focus on hominin evolution. Once you and your partner sign up as a team, the TAs and I will assign you your species. Requirements and specifications are posted under the Assignments module, and presentations will start in two weeks.”

Presentations will start in two weeks.

Another opportunity for you to freeze up and run out of class. Great. And if things couldn’t be any better, this time Jeon Jungkook will get to witness you at your most pathetic.

Your mind is too bugged out to worry about whatever chapter in the textbook Professor Kim is talking about. You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you don’t even look back and see the mop of brown hair worryingly staring your way.

Jungkook’s eyes instinctually wandered to you when the professor mentioned presentations, and watching your shoulders sink and head drop made his stomach twist. He hates that he can’t do anything for you right now. All he wants is to partner with you and comfort you while your presenting, but he knows how pairing up with him will just draw more eyes. He wishes he wasn’t HYBE’s golden boy at this moment—but rather someone who could fly under the radar and be what you need. Someone like Park Jimin.

The lecture goes by like that, with both of you too lost in your insecurities to know any of the material that was being taught.

When class is dismissed, it takes every shred of willpower Jungkook has to not run over to you and try to make you smile. You made it very clear that he should act like he doesn’t know you in public, so he respects your boundaries—no matter how much it eats him inside.

Minhyuk, a man who sits two seats away from you, catches up to you after class and asks to partner up. It doesn’t catch you off guard since the two of you have partnered up on a non-presenting assignment prior, and frankly, you work well together. Although you warn him about your crippling stage fright, he warmly reassures you that you’ll do fine.

Well, at least I warned him.

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Y/N (sexy sadist): Stalls in 20. I’m going to ruin you just like you asked.

Jungkook stares at the text with saucer-wide eyes. A mix of thrill and terror overcome his body as he darts to the abandoned bathroom. He remembers seeing you with Jimin there, the way you made the man beg and whimper without so much as a touch. As soon as he opens the bathroom door, he regrets ever sending you that text: his bratty nature is going to be the end of him one of these days—possibly today.

Because there you are, pulling him into the largest stall without even a hello, eyes fiery and challenging.

“Strip and sit.” You motion at the toilet, which has the seat down.

He’s pretty sure that’s the fastest he’s ever got his clothes off, maybe even setting a world record. It was impossible not to claw everything off under your intense gaze.

Fully on display, Jungkook shivers at the coldness of both the room and the seat as he presents himself to you. Usually, he’s the one making girls squirm under his gaze, but nothing’s ever the usual with you.

Without warning, you harshly pry his legs apart and watch his startled body readjust.

“Someone’s been practicing.” You muse, eyes on his stretched pink hole.

Jungkook blushes, remembering the plug you had given him three days ago. You had told him to use it as his own pace, but the competitiveness in him made sure “his own pace” was as quickly as possible.

His heart swells at your acknowledgement. He’s doing well.

“So Kookie, are you having second thoughts about the message you sent me last night? Or do you still think you can take what I’m about to give?”

Your tone is beyond condescending, and it only riles up the boy more.

“I can take it.”

Those are all the words it takes for you to kneel in front of his exposed sex and pull out a tiny silicon ring from your bag. It’s something Jungkook has only seen a handful of times before, and never in person. He takes a big gulp when you wickedly dangle it in front of him.

“Gonna dress your cock up all nice and pretty with this little ring. Make sure you think twice before texting me such sinful things so casually.”

His breath is caught in his throat as your words are processed. You’re going to use that on him.

A gentle palm on his thigh brings him out of his head.

Your gaze is once again your own, soft and inviting, “You can say stop anytime. It’s more than okay if you don’t want this. But if you do, I’ll ease you through it.”

The doe-eyed boy nods, collecting himself before verbalizing consent.

“Green. But slow please. I’m-I’m scared.”

“Of course, baby. Just remember that you’re in full control.”

You lather the inside of the ring with a generous amount of lube before carefully maneuvering it around your sub’s semi-hard length. Ideally, he would be flaccid for this, but semi is still manageable—besides, you can’t help that fear turns the brat on.

He winces at the cold, lubed up piece of silicone hugging his base, but you ease him into it with praises.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you, Kookie.”

So proud of you. Those words offset any discomfort he was having. He wants to do everything he can to keep hearing those words.

After another green light, ensuring the ring isn’t too tight, you begin to sensually stroke his length. The empty bathroom is filled with delicious low hums and moans.

Pleasure fills Jungkook’s being as he focuses on your hands working their magic. The ring makes every motion feel a hundred times more arousing. He’s never been this sensitive before, and it’s the perfect mix of pleasure and pain that he’s been craving. He can’t decide if he wants to close his eyes and enjoy every physical sensation or keep them open and worship the sight of you pleasuring him. Luckily for him, you make that decision a lot easier with your next move. In what seems like an agonizingly slow pace, you hover your mouth over his now erect cock and let a string of saliva fall straight down. The image of you doing something so filthy is enough to have him begging for release.

“’m close please..please ‘m close”

“Proper words, slut.”

He whines at the order, tasting his tears when he opens to speak again.

“Please, can I come? Please.” Such simple words take half his energy to force out.

“You may.”

With a raspy, scream-like moan, he lets go. White hot arousal covers his thighs, as well as the hand you have on him. You gently remove your touch before his over-sensitivity kicks in—opting to let him catch his breath while you run some paper towels under warm water.

Jungkook is still seeing stars (and will probably believe you if you tell him he’s at a luxury hotel and not the out-of-order bathroom at his college). He hears you softly singing to yourself, as well as the running of the tap outside the stall.

His eyes flutter open as you come back into view, back on your knees. You continue your singing as you clean him up, and he admires how pretty the notes sound coming out of your mouth.

God, he thinks to himself, how can you be so perfect?

“I wish I could partner up with you for the project. I’d hold your hand through it and make sure you weren’t afraid.”

He doesn’t know why he says that right now. He’s too exhausted to sort out what he should and shouldn’t say.

You look taken aback, but he’s too fucked out to care.

___

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sugakuns · 4 years

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[ʜᴄ] | 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

being childhood friends with kenma, akaashi & iwa + telling each other they’d be married when they were younger

ᴀ/ɴ: gender neautral pronouns

— kozume k.

you’ve known kenma basically since the day you were born

both you and his family lived in the apartment building and you happened to live next door to each other which was both a blessing and a curse

since kenma was quite shy he had never really iniciated any conversation or play with you so you overcame your own shyness to play with him

mostly the two of you would play with dolls or go out in the local park but as soon as kenma got his first gaming device he would never go outside

even when the new kid kuroo came along it took him a while to warm up and try to play with you and kenma

kuroo noticed how throughout primary school you seemed closer to the quiet boy

you’d hang off of his shoulder and call him cute names like “kenma-san” or “kenken”

so one day kuroo gave you the idea to propose to little kenma

yes, at 7 years of age kuroo told you to ask 6 year old kenma to marry you

so you did

with little plastic rings from a magazine your mother had bought you

“kenken, im giving you this ring because it means we’re married, okay?” kenma nods and takes the ring, even going as far as slipping it on his ring finger

“Kenken!” Your voice bellows throughout the gym, hands extending out as you throw yourself into a frankly violent hug. Kenma stumbles a little, hands grasping your waist as he trieds to stablilise himself from the running hug. His hair tousles from the impact, the stray strands brushing along your cheeks as you pull away.

“You’ll never guess what I found!” Your smile is large, beaming under the fluorescent lights belonging to the gym ceiling. Kenma states curiously, his expression close to one of a curious kitten. Practice had just ended and currently Kenma and Kuroo were the only ones there due to waiting on you.

Your fingers swiftly dance along your screen as you locate the picture you had taken of your family’s photo album. There was one particular picture of both you and the now faux blonde, both smiling (albeit kenma’s looked a little forced) and showing off the plastic rings you had won in a vending machine the day prior.

“Remember? I forgot we’re married!” You giggle as Kenma stares at the picture on your phone. He hadn’t forgotten that day - yet he hoped you would - the day his childhood crush told him that they were getting married. He hadn’t put much thought into you remembering what happened on that day but when he thinks about it he feels a warm, blooming senestaion fill his chest.

“You’re married?” Kuroo chuckles as he swings the keys around his index finger in an attempt to look suave. You nod quickly whereas Kenma blinks coyly at the taller male. Kuroo can feel the chuckle bubbling up from his chest into his throat yet he catches it last moment at the sharp state he’s getting from his friend.

“Yeah..We’ll get really rings later” Kenma muses, a lazily sweet smile resting on his lips.

— iwaizumi h.

so you actually knew oikawa before iwa,, so he was the sole reason you even met hajime

iwa was actually a little jealous of oikawa since the two of you were closer and he developed a puppy crush on you 🥺

the two of you were around 8 and iwa still held the crush he had since he was 5 - yes he didn’t give it away surprisingly (since he was a child)

so one day, when the both of you were playing and oikawa had planted a kiss on your head cuz he was feeling all confident iwa got jealous

“me and [y/n] are married stupidkawa!! you can’t do that!”

you just went along with it and told oikawa he had cooties LMAO

“Oh my god, you will not believe what I just remembered” Oikawa exclaims, hands clutching at his alien themed pillow. The three of you usually had sleepovers, even at your older age, and Oikawa usually hosted them since his house was bigger.

The three of you were perched on his bed dressed in your pajamas. You and Iwa were leaning against his beds headboard and Oikawa was laying further down the bed, leaning against the wall beside his bed.

“Your brain works?” You tease, chucking lightly as Oikawa dismissively sticks his tongue out at you. Iwa sniggers at your fast witted comment, even going as far to ruffle your hair.

“Yes.” Oikawa deadpans “But, seriously, remember when we were kids and Iwa-chan got jealous because I-I kissed you and he said- he said you two were married!” Oikawa howls with laughter at his own words, barely able to even spew the sentence before he clutches at his stomach to stabilise himself.

Your eyebrow raises, watching as Oikawa laughs to himself. Iwaizumi states dismissively too, arms crossing along his chest.

“We flamed you after that, Tōru” You state, remembering the relentless teasing that both you and Iwa inflicted on the poor boy.

“Plus, we’re dating..Iwa gave me an actual promise ring” you point at the ring on your finger (which was way too expensive for your liking) which reflects under the dim lighting in Oikawa’s room.

Oikawa pouts, laughter seizing as he sees his plan to fluster the two of you didn’t go through “You’re both boring”

— akaashi k.

akaashi didn’t have a lot of friends when he was younger

so you were really his only proper friend,, so he’s find himself with you most of the time

a lot of the time the two of you would play in the public park or at his house

and you two would usually play volleyball since akaashi liked it and you enjoyed it too

he hadn’t really thought snout his feelings for you since he thought they were normal to have towards a close friend

but one day you got quite jealous of all of the other (mainly girls) people who would flock to akaashi

so you simply told them that you two were married so they couldn’t take him away from you

akaashi, like kenma, just went with it

“Bokuto-san, what are you doing?” You ask as you watch the two-toned ace feverishly flick through your childhood memorabilia. He smiles as he comes across old photos of you and his new ‘bestie’ Akaashi; cooing as he looks at the tiny baby shoes that used to for your small feet.

The two boys had came over to study for a test but along the way Bokuto had become distracted and noticed the shiny box on your bedside table. He was more of a magpie than an owl at the moment, diving towards the shiny items rather than the dull items.

“What’s this?” He holds a poorly written letter between his index finger and thumb, staring at the crooked writing on the lined paper. It’s a little crumbled, plastered with stickers and has a massive love heart on the back. You flush as you realise what letter it is, the letter you gave to akaashi to sign if he wanted to marry you.

Bokuto squeals, jumping up and allowing the box to fall recklessly onto your bed. He practically screams as he swings the old piece of paper around.

“You’re married!” He seems more excited than confused, almost acting as if the two of you were actually married.

“Bokuto” Akaashi starts “If you keep this quiet from the rest of the team I’ll do even more serves for you tomorrow”

Bokuto jumps in excitement, the old piece of paper forgotten as he animatedly thanks his friend in advance. You can’t believe that you had forgot to take the little piece of paper out of the box since you had already thought about Bokuto finding it.

However, you can’t help but smile. That was how Akaashi asked you out in first year, reactating the letter you had made in childhood.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Casper McFadden

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Moving into a new home was never easy. Oftentimes, it meant packing up everything you owned, leaving a bunch of good memories behind, and traveling across the country to a new town where you’d have to make all new friends and renovate old fixtures.

- But there was something about your new house that made it both easier and harder to live in: the fact that it was haunted.

- Obviously your family didn’t find out about the ghosts until after they’d signed the papers and even if they were warned about it, they probably wouldn’t have believed the realtor, but none of that mattered now. Now you were stuck in a old house with a bunch of spirits, stuck until your parents save up enough money to move again.

- So what made the manor easier to live in, you may ask. Well, the fact that it came with a friend….

- You and Casper meet the day you move into the Whipstaff Manor. You’re wandering around, exploring the home and trying to figure out which room you want to live in, unaware that there’s a specter following you.

- The minute Casper sees you, he’s head over tail. You make his undead little heart race and have him second guessing his every action. Which is the main reason it makes him a while to formally introduce himself, he’s too scared that he’ll ruin his first impression.

- Sadly for him, his first impression still doesn’t go over well, regardless of how much he practiced.

- In his defense, it wasn’t anything that he did, it was more the fact that you were suddenly face to face with a phantom. Anyone would have freaked out in response to that, and they would have freaked out to any ghost as well; no matter how friendly.

- So, like the rational young woman that you are, you scream and take off like a rocket, dashing out of the room and down the hall to find a more secure and safe looking room to hide in until your parents get back from the store.

- He follows behind, attempting to calm you down and feeling downright awful for scaring you. Once you’ve locked yourself away into a broom closet, he gives you a minute to breathe before he calls out to you, telling you that he’s sorry and trying to coax you out so that you can talk.

- It takes you another minute to be convinced and to trust him when he says he isn’t gonna hurt you, but eventually, you do brace yourself and open the door.

- Once you do, you find that he really isn’t as scary as you’d originally though he was. In fact, he was actually sort of cute; in a cartoony sort of way, and he’s friendly to boot; so you wind up feeling a bit silly for being so frightened of him. And after you begin to think like that, the two of you begin to develop a close friendship.

- While his uncles might be incredibly obnoxious and annoying, you can’t deny that you enjoy having the ghostly presences in your home; especially when school roles around and you find yourself feeling like an alien with no one to turn to. You might not have any living friends in your town but you at least have a few see through ones at home that ensure you’re not completely alone.

- But, compared to your primarily platonic feelings, Caspers feelings for you were a lot more complicated. He valued your friendship and enjoyed having you as a pal, but he also had more romantic feelings towards you. In simpler terms: he’d had a massive crush on you from the moment you walked in.

- And though he’d have loved to confess his feelings and see if you felt the same, he knew that it was practically impossible for the two of you to be together; at least until you’d died …or until he was alive again!

- The minute he remembers the Lazurus he immediately erupts into a fit of excitement and joy. If you could get it to work, he could be alive again and the two of you could be together for the rest of your lives, either as friends or as something more, he honestly didn’t care which; though he hoped it was the second one.

- So he tells you about the invention and the two of you get to work. You take the wild trip down to his fathers lab, search around until you find what you’re looking for, load the contraption up with it’s necessary elixir, and pull the levers with bated breath.

- You don’t know what you’d expected to walk out of the machine but it certainly wasn’t this. Perfectly done blond hair, shining blue eyes, and a face that made you suddenly flustered to be in your best friends presence. He looked like a Disney prince and you were captivated.

“How do I look?” He asked nervously.

“Perfect,” you responded a little too quickly. “I mean, human, normal …living.”

- His face broke out into a smile and he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. The action caught you off guard and made your heart race but you didn’t mind in the slightest.

- Once you’d finished hugging, he pulled away slowly and you found yourselves locking eyes. His gaze flickered to your lips and before you knew it, the two of you were leaning forward and sharing a kiss.

- His uncles may or may not have interrupted you but the “damage” was already done. You were just as hooked on him as he was on you and neither of you could be happier.

- Casper loves pda. He loves being able to actually touch you and be out in public and show the whole town that the two of you are together; even though half of them are confused as to who he is.

- He touches you and holds you close whenever he can. He’s waited to do it since the moment he met you and now that you’re together; and he isn’t ice cold and only semi-solid, he enjoys every little ounce of affection he can provide and obtain.

- Handholding.

- Cheek kisses.

- Long, soft kisses. They’re sort of a contrast to his usual hyper behavior, which is why, if you ever need him to calm him down and focus, all you have to do is ask for a kiss or make it obvious that that’s what you’re going to do. He skids to a stop and happily complies as he gives you an adorable little smile.

- Pet names aren’t really his thing but he does call you by fun nicknames that he’s come up with; usually a shorter or longer version of your name.

- Cuddling is a must with Casper. He absolutely loves it, no matter how the two of you do it. Sometimes you’ll lay on his chest, other times you’ll spoon, and other times you’ll face each other on the bed and talk until one of you dozes off.

- Speaking of: he definitely watches you sleep every now and again, which sounds far more creepy than it actually is. Like, you’ll be talking late at night and you’ll fall asleep and he’ll just look at your peaceful face for a while.

- If we’re going with the assumption that Casper maintains some of the aspects of being a ghost, I think it’s safe to say that he’s occasionally at least a little cooler than a normal human, which makes him the perfect companion for hot days.

- Being carried and flown around.

- Sometimes; especially prior to him being in the Lazurus, he forgets that you’re not a ghost and gets you into some uncomfortable situations. And after he turns human again, he definitely has to get used to not being able to go through walls and have things go through him when they’re thrown or fall.

- Testing out exactly what he’s still capable of doing and if there’s any limits to his new life. Is he perfectly normal? Does he have ghostly powers? Do the effects occasionally wear off during certain times or seasons? It’s all stuff you have to figure out.

- For a while after he’s brought back to life, he spends all day experiencing everything he missed when he was still alive. All the smells, sights, and touches; he runs around like Jack Skellington while you sit back and watch with a smile.

- Going to the mall. It’s one of his favorite places to visit, he just loves the entire atmosphere of the place; especially since he wasn’t really able to go and enjoy everything about it before he turned human again.

- Tv dates.

- Playing different games with each other. Board games, pirates, video games, you name it, he’ll do it.

- Sitting on top of the lighthouse with him.

- Enjoying the view from outside of the manor. You have the perfect view of the ocean from your garden so the two of you can always throw a blanket down and stare out at the sea together.

- Just goofing off with each other. Running around the house together, sliding down the stairwell, having him push you in a chair down the halls, etc. You’ve got a huge house to mess around in, why not take advantage of it?

- Dancing together. He told you he was a good dancer.

- Late night conversations. You can always talk to him about anything you want or need to.

- Catching him watching you a lot. He always has such a loving gaze when he’s looking at you, just seeing his face when he’s watching you do something or speak is reassurance that he really cares about you.

- Always having a warm and excited greeting when you return home from school. He also probably occasionally goes with you or at least walks you there or visits during lunch.

- He loves making surprises for you. Throwing you little parties or coming up with different ways to make you smile or cheer you up after school or whenever he can see that you’re feeling down is one of his favorite hobbies.

- He wants to be with you like 25/7 so don’t be surprised if he’s constantly bothering you with his presence. It’s a good thing you love him because if you didn’t he’d become very annoying, very quickly.

- Him just appearing at random is commonplace so your parents and you definitely have to take some time to get used to it. I mean he lives in your house and now that he’s human again, it’s definitely a bit easier than when he was a ghost, but still.

- Getting chairs pulled out and doors opened for you. He likes being a gentleman.

- Him cooking for you. He definitely tries to impress you with his skills and all the inventions he uses; and he just likes doing something nice like that for you.

- Discovering all his dads inventions and letting him tell you about them. It’s really quite fascinating to see how they all work and how excited he gets while showing you how to use them.

- I have a feeling that he doesn’t like winter; for obvious reasons, and whenever it comes around, all he wants to do is stay inside with you and do indoor activities. If you were to want to go out, it’d take you a while to persuade him and even if you did; or were only going out by yourself, he’d spend forever bundling you up and making up a bunch of rules to keep you safe.

- Probably dealing with his ghostly self every now and again. I have a feeling that the Lazurus machines effects occasionally wear off for a little while from time to time so while he’s alive most of the time, you do have moments of spooky transparency as well.

- Pranking each other and other people. He might be a sweetheart but he also has a bit of a mischievous streak.

- Him always wanting to show you whatever cool thing he sees, does, finds, or hears about. Just being able to share things with you makes him happy.

- Listening to his stories from when he was alive or the decades he wasn’t.

- Fixing up his room for him and hanging out up there with all his toys.

- Being gifted some of his mothers things. Dresses, jewelry, stuff like that.

- His uncles bothering the two of you. They’re constantly harassing and teasing you; just try to pay them no mind.

- Standing up for him when his uncles are being more awful than usual.

- He might be the only person you can really bond with in your town, considering the fact that whenever you have anybody over, they’re almost always harassed by his uncles and scared away. Which Casper may or may not be sort of happy about.

- Casper gets jealous pretty easily. Anytime another guy takes interest in you, he always feels the need to mock them behind their backs or be passive aggressively not so friendly whenever they approach you when you’re out with him. It’s best to not bring up guys in your class unless it’s obvious that they only like you as a friend; but even then he’d wonder why you need friends (even if they’re girls) other than him.

- He’s sort of overprotective of you. He just got his life back so he certainly doesn’t want anything bad happening and putting yours in danger.

- He absolutely hates fighting so whenever the two of you have an argument, he’s always quick to try and settle it and apologize; even if he doesn’t really think he’s done anything wrong.

- Saying “I love you” isn’t really his forte. He prefers saying and doing other things to show you that he does.

- The two of you sort of just have to go with the flow and see where your relationship takes you. You don’t know how exactly the rest of his “life” will go so you just try to enjoy the present and what you have right now.

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new beginnings

pairing: Kaoru Sakurayashiki x f!reader

wc: 2k

warnings: angst (not really idk); fluff; exes to lovers; not proofread

notes: first post!! I saw that there weren’t really a lot of writings for Kaoru and decided to take it upon myself to write some!! I hope you enjoy, and please do tell me if there’s a mistake anywhere or if I there’s a warning I should add

“Are you ever going to skate again?”

Kojiro grins at you, handing you your food. You were on your break from work and decided to visit your old friend from high school.

“Kojiro you know why I can’t”

“It’s been a year I’m sure everyone wants to see you skating again!” You can’t blame him for his enthusiasm, it had almost been a year after you decided to quit skating due to breaking up with Kaoru. Before you quit you were known in ‘S’ as one of the top contenders, good enough to go against Adam, you had never gone on a beef against him since you had no interest to compete against someone like him.

“C’mon (Y/N)! You know everyone wants to see the infamous RIN again! After your sudden disappearance last year your fans have been missing you, there's even a new guy you can compete against!” You leaned in to cover his mouth, you didn’t want anyone knowing the name you were under while skating in S.

“Fine! I’ll visit but I’m not competing, I just want to see the poor soul that caught Adam’s eye.”

Kojiro smiled, knowing you, you’d probably compete either way, he knew that you’d been missing skating in S after he found you practicing. Your break up with Kaoru had changed their dynamic as you wanted nothing to do with him while he regretted letting you go.

The break up was because Kaoru kept insisting to go against Adam, you knew it was a bad idea, you had tried convincing him many times that the Adam he once knew was gone. Kaoru didn't like it as Adam was very dear to him, he had snapped at you and told you that you didn’t know him and that he’d rather break up with you than listening to your nonsense. You pitied the man, you’d heard what Adam had done to him a few days prior and wanted nothing more than to slap the man for hurting Kaoru.

“You won’t regret it! I’ll see you then RIN”

You hit him again, wanting to keep your professional life and personal life separate, “Say that name again out loud and I’m not going”.

Kojiro watched as you left the restaurant, sakura keychain still in dangling out of your bag like it had been so many years ago.

“You guys really are similar in that aspect”

Once you get home you sigh, your job has been taking a toll on you and you really needed a break. You look into your closet and see your skateboard, the only reason why you quit skating is because it reminded you of him, he was the one to teach you how to skate after all. The same man who decided to leave you to chase after the memory of the friend he once knew.

Making up your mind you change into your outfit and head down the same familiar path leading to the mine.

“Yo (Y/N)! Long time no see”

“You asshole! you call me by my name here and call me by my S name in public! Do you have a death wish?” You get closer to Kojiro to give him a piece of your mind, until you see four guys next to him: two boys who look like they’re in high school, an intimidating guy with clown-looking make-up, and a little boy who you think you’ve seen on TV.

“IS THAT RIN?!?” the redhead boy yelled, it caused everyone to turn to you, you were now the center of attention, mutters about the sudden appearance of one of the most known skaters in S.

“Who’s she?”

Compared to the redhead, the blue haired guy seemed like he was new, you assumed he was the rookie that Kojiro had mentioned earlier in the day.

“She’s a really well-known skater in S! she’s beaten a lot of people here, it’s said that she’s on par with Adam, but they’ve never gone against each other!”

“damn right and never will, I like not having broken bones thank you” you muttered, as everyone calmed down, they introduced themselves and seemed intrigued to see an old face.

“I came to see the new rookie everyone’s been talking about, I’m only here to watch though” everyone’s faces dropped, they seemed disappointed to not be able to see you skate.

“Then why’d you bring your skateboard hm?” Kojiro smirks at you, knowing that you’d come here to skate a little, even if it was just for fun.

“Fine, how about this? SNOW” you pointed at Langa and motioned him to follow you, “you’re coming with me, I wanna see why everyone is talking about you” you take Langa along and decide to skate against him in the course.

“Sorry I’m late, I forgot to charge Carla earlier today so she finished charging a little later than usual” Kaoru stood next to Kojiro to see why everyone seemed more excited. “Right on time Cherry! Look who’s skating today”.

Kaoru looked at the screen, it was you, he hadn’t seen you in a year and you never bothered to answer the messages he had sent you, not that he blamed you for that. You looked just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more, the way your hair flowed freely made you look ethereal, and your face seemed to glow while you were skating, an expression he had missed seeing from you.

He wanted to apologize, after the incident with Adam that landed him in the hospital he realized that his friend was gone, no semblance of him left. While in his hospital bed he remembered the words you had told him before he broke up with you. He knew he had no right to apologize now, but seeing you at S made him realize he missed you and wanted you back, if you’d have him of course.

Langa was surprised, your style of skating was different from anything he’d seen before, it looked complicated but you didn’t seem to be struggling at all. Due to him being distracted he hadn’t realized that you’d already crossed the finish line before him.

“That was good! You knew how to snowboard before learning how to skate right?” You asked excitedly, it had been a while since you’ve had this much freedom while skating. “Yes, how’d you know?”

“I’ve always wanted to learn how to snowboard! Your stance seemed similar to those in videos I’ve seen online!”

As you walk back to the rest of the group you see him. Kaoru’s hair got a bit longer but apart from that nothing seemed too different, he still had that unapproachable aura around him. He seemed to be staring at you but you refused to look at him in the eye, you still missed him after all.

“Long time no see (Y/N)” He tried reaching out to you but you didn’t move at all, “Don’t call me that here.”

“Right, sorry Rin”

It seemed that everyone around you was aware of the tense atmosphere, although nobody really knew of what relationship you and Cherry held.

As everyone headed home, you decided to stay back and skate a little, you didn’t know when the next time you were going to be able to skate again after all. That’s when you notice it, just a little behind you were Joe and Cherry trying to catch up to you. “Rin! I thought you weren’t skating anymore?” You didn’t need to turn to see that there was a smile on his face.

“Don’t you have any fangirls to be with?” You retort, speeding a bit to gain distance from them.

“They all went home, why? You jealous?”

“As if.”

“Cherry over here wants to talk to you.”

In all honesty, you’d forgot he was even there at all, if it weren’t for Carla telling him the angles once in a while, you wouldn’t even have noticed him. You were pondering whether you should listen to what he had to say, “He’s been all gloomy ever since he saw you”. You heard someone fall, assuming it was Kojiro you kept going, he deserved it anyway.

You and Kaoru skated in silence for a bit, the only sounds heard were the wheels of both of your skateboards. As you were the first to pass the finish line you stop, getting off of your skateboard and getting ready to go back home.

“So what’d you want to talk about?”

Kojiro looks surprised, he thought you hadn’t noticed him staring at you. Frankly, he wanted to apologize and ask for a second chance, he knew he was undeserving of it though, you only wanted the best for him, but he pushed you away.

“I wanted to apologize for before, I know you meant well, but I only pushed you away when you tried helping me. I should’ve listened to what you said.”

Although it was a bit short and awkward, you knew he meant it. To be honest, you don’t blame him, he only wanted to know what had happened to his friend after he disappeared and came back with a whole different personality. You would’ve done the same if a friend whom you considered family did the same. You knew that even though he had finally come to terms with the fact that the Adam he knew in high school was gone, he was still hurting. You understood all of this, yet it was still hard to forget how angry he’d gotten at you, how he went on and on about how you didn’t know Adam at all (even though you’d been there when all four of you skated together in high school), and how he couldn’t be with someone who talked ill about his best friend. You remember how he broke up with you through a phone call after being late for a date, how you had to show up in your friend’s front door with all of your stuff, in fear of going to Kojiro’s restaurant because he was probably there.

“You didn’t need to wait a year to apologize to me” He flinched, knowing full-well what you were speaking of. He knew he had messed up the moment he ended the call, but his pride didn’t let him go back to your shared apartment to apologize to you, and he assumed that you were probably packing your bags as he headed to Kojiro’s place to drink.

“I didn’t know what to do after I went back to the apartment with your stuff gone”

“Well, I can’t just stay in my ex-boyfriend’s apartment after he just broke up with me can I?”

There was a silent pause, you were basically ready to head back home, but decided to wait to see if he had more to say. “Alright, if you’re done I’ll be heading home now.”

He quickly grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving, “it’s late, let me take you home”.

You declined, Kojiro had already promised you to take you back home. At the mention of his name he looked confused.

“Kojiro left a long time ago though?”

You were surprised, looking around for the tall muscle-headed idiot, but Kaoru was right, he left you behind. You were really going to kill him this time, it was probably part of his plan so you could talk things out with Kaoru.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’d be grateful if you did then” you offered him a small smile, you had to be nice to the person driving you back to your apartment.

The ride home was silent, all he could hear were Carla’s directions to your apartment. As you got home and thanked him for the ride he stopped you again.

“Can I have another chance?” You stayed silent, he took your silence as a rejection and started his engine to leave, but this time, you were the one to stop him.

“You still owe me a meal at Kojiro’s” He blinked, confused as to what you were saying. Then he remembered, he had made you a promise that every time you beat him in S he’d buy you your favorite dish at Kojiro’s restaurant.

He smiled, frown no longer on his face after the promise of a new beginning, “Of course, tell me when you’re free to get it”.

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