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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Male Alive with white rabbit reader?

Yandere Male Alice x White Rabbit Reader

You were the first to meet Alice. His guide back into the wonderful world of Wonderland. It kind of was your job to keep tabs on him; properly wiggling your ears and puffy tail in his sights as he followed you all throughout the kingdom. But once he routinely returned you found this position fruitless. No longer did you need to trick him to relearn the sights and know-how's of Wonderland. He knew them all. And any lack of knowledge or activity was easily filled by the Queen of Hearts or the dashing Mad Hatter or even the illustrious Cheshire cat. It hurt a little but you would be fine in no time, after all, time was constantly moving and you had no time to grieve for the growing distance of a childhood friend crush. It was time to move on.

“Special delivery, your highness!’

“(Y/n)!”

“Sorry, White.”

You lifted yourself from a bow as the White king tightly wrapped his arms around you. You let yourself hug back trying to be as wholesome as you could while pressing your face against his clothed muscles.

“I’m quite glad you and your sister are making amends! It really does wonders for her mood.”

You cheered snidely as you watched the king grimace at the opened chest. He closed the lid, gagging as he waved for another disgusted servant to come and carry it away.

“Didn’t you relay that actual hearts aren’t…good gifts to give?”

“You know the Queen of Hearts loves her labels! It’d be a crime not to give you one!”

“Right.”

You giggled as the White King shuddered again before guiding you to join him over a pot of tea. Seated across from one another you two fell into old patterns chatting away over nothings of all sorts. It wasn’t until he began to recount something Alice had done that he brought notice to the sour twitch of your nose.

“What was that?”

“What's what?”

“Your button nose is twitching again and not in the good way. What’s wrong?”

“But nothing’s wrong, it's just the way my nose is!”

“(Y/n),” he gave a stern look that had your ears drooping; you couldn’t help but sigh.

“I’d just rather not talk about him, that's all.”

A silence fell over you two and you avoided the gray gaze of the king as you took a long sip of your tea. You let yourself focus on the wild flavor, a far cry from the typical basic flavor White would have used. You let yourself sniff at the tea’s fumes, letting your nose flex as you process the smells.

Cinnamon. Tiger’s tears. A hare’s insanity.

“Mad Hatter’s tea? In the White Palace?”

“I had those two mix something up from the brew we had during Red’s tournament. How long has it been since you’ve seen them last?”

“Uh, it's been…a while.”

White gave a worried chuckle before giving a straight face.

“I’ve seen that look before. Nobody’s forgetting you, (Y/n). Everyone’s just excited he’s back…and I think everyone’s just enjoying his typical…outside perspective.”

“Yeah we love you for all your speedy paranoia!” Smiling wistfully beside the king was none other than–

“Cheshire?! Could you please stop doing that!”

“Sorry King Le Blanc! Just figured I’d invite Bunny since Hatter was feeling…experimental again.”

You deadpanned at the floating smile.

“You just want me to record how quickly someone is going to get injured or intoxicated.”

The smile giggled before twirling around to reveal the face that came with it. Cheshire's favorite part of Hatter’s experimental spells was the truly wonderlandian experience of utter chaos. Nonetheless you finished your tea quickly before leaving the white castle with White escorting you out.

“Until we meet again, (Y/n).”

“Farewell your highness.”

You quickly hopped down the steps of the White palace as you followed the constant vanishing body parts of Cheshire as you surged deeper into the forest. With no words shared between you continued on, enjoying the noiseness of the Wonderlandian wildlife.

“Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Yes?”

“A-are you mad at him?”

The serious tone from someone as playful as Cheshire had you turning to look concerned at the fully materialized cat who continued to stare pointedly back at you. They had stopped walking which made you slow down to turn back to him.

“Do you mean White? Or..Alice?”

You didn’t need to hear an answer, it was glaringly obvious.

“Are you mad at him?”

“I’m not mad…does everyone think I am?”

Your surprised response didn’t seem to bring him ease.

“...Then what do you feel about him?”

This line of questioning made your ears stand up and not in a good way. Your hairs stood up and your legs geared to run. Only affirming your worst fears Cheshire’s slitted eyes were dilated and his tail lashing around behind him.

You were being watched. No, hunted. And even as predator and prey species respectively you both were naturally on edge. You wanted to believe it was Wonderlandian wildlife but no creature other than the Queen of Heart’s jabberwocky could incite such an atmosphere.

“I’d…rather not say…not while we have a tea tasting to attend.”

You kept your hand steady as you pointed at your pocket watch, starting to walk in the direction of the tea party’s site. You kept your walk as casual as you could despite the tensing of your muscles. You beckoned Cheshire, subtly snapping him from his fearful stupor to join you in your attempt in normalcy. You accepted the quivering fingers that reached for your own, keeping him grounded as the feeling of a hunter’s gaze refused to let up.

It was a long walk. Finally coming to a close as you found the opening in the forest leading to the grounds of the tea party always hosted several meters from Hatter’s home and shop. The feeling of being stalked let up as you both followed the increasing noises of the parties attendendants. You wanted to hold out until you were surely in the clear but Cheshire had other plans. Feeling his swelling sense of relief you could only be pulled along as the cat vanished once more pulling you forward with his invisible grip on your hand.

“Sorry for our early arrival! This bunny has a habit of scampering away!”

“No worries, you're hardly tardy at all! Bun Bun we were just talking about how delicious this blend of fruits would be with a peacock plumed top hat!”

You sat beside Cheshire who still was holding your hand tight in his as you sat further away from the couple. You chuckled as your cousin erratically interjected with his own commentary.

“Nein! PLUCKED NOT PLUMED! A fedora is the better option!”

The couple went on and on easily forgetting that you and Cheshire were in attendance. The two of you giggled as you each poured one another a cup of tea as you watched their theatrics. The two were entertaining in and of themselves which made any event bearable…especially after what you two had experienced.

“So? What was that about?”

You whispered to the cat refusing to look away from the Hare and Hatter as their discussion escalated. The cat took a sip of his tea, holding the pot away as Hatter reached for something to throw.

“Can’t tell but its becoming more of an issue.”

Dodging a chair leg you hid your astonished expression behind your cup as you sipped at the interesting blend.

“A person? Able to do that? But why? We weren’t alone, not to mention we aren’t easy targets anyway. Our presence should have been enough to scare anything with pressure sensing off.”

Cheshire paused. As if debating on answering before sending a pained exhale into his cup.

“That is if that person could pressure sense at all…”

Cheshire looked at the look of horrified realization. Grimacing once more as he watched your lips form the question everyone’s been asking.

“You have to give him something. Confess to him or accept when he asks you.”

“....”

“You have to sate him. Date him. Please. He’s become ravenous.”

“But I didn’t even know he–”

“I know…I know…but he’s getting violent.”

“Violent?”

“Mock Turtle was the first. Then Dormouse. He’s frustrated. Stop him please.”

You wanted to press further. Question his shaking indigo irises and downturned lips. But before you could ask any further your ears perked up as Hatter called to the newest arrival.

“Alice! Pleased you could make it! Care for a plume of tea!”

“Why that would be lovely, Hatter.”

Alice smoothly inserted himself into the scene casually conversing with Hare who turned his throwing fits towards him. You turned to address the cat only to find he’d vanished. Feeling a squeeze at your grip and the trailing fingertips as he officially vacated the tea party. You wanted to question further only for the answer to plop beside you with a blinding smile.

“Hi there (Y/n)! It's been a while since we’ve seen each other.”

“Y-yeah it's been four weeks. Crazy, huh?”

You gulped the frog in your throat as you held up your pocket watch. Just as quickly, you pocketed it once more as Hatter called for both of your attentions. You tried to keep your eyes trained on Hatter’s elaborate display. Trying to ignore the hard staring that was being done by the owner of those baby blue eyes.

“--And this will be the final addition to our glorious concoction!”

“Mark it Bunny!”

You deadpanned as you obeyed your cousin pulling your pocket watch out and starting the timer. With the clock ticking Mad Hatter went off; pouring various tubes and objects into a boiling pot. You let yourself be entranced by the different colorful puffs of smoke that spilled from their cauldron. As the smoke persisted you felt a tightness in your throat, nose twitching in familiarity once again.

“The *cough* mandrake root?! Hatter you mad–”

Before you could yell anything more at Hatter the warm hands of Alice reeled your attention. Clutching at you shoulders he pulled you to his body; close enough to speak into your ear.

“Come on (Y/n). Lets get out of here before both of us pass out.”

Without waiting for a response he practically carried you with him ducking into the forest. Eventually running away from the overreaching cloud of smoke leaving you both to gain your bearings deep in the Wonderlandian thicket. Watching Alice heave with his hands on his knees, you were reminded of Cheshire’s plea. You hoped maybe now was a good time to address it.

“S-so Alice I heard you–whoa!”

He stood up eyes, practically glowing with an unsetting glaze as he stepped uncomfortably close to you. Now that you noticed a blush settled heavily on his face along with the recognizable hearts growing in his pupils.

“Oh no, an aphrodesia plant?! Alice are you okay?”

The blonde giggled playfully, “I’m just fine. In fact I have something real important to ask you~!”

“Uhm okay, go ahead.” You had a sneaking suspicion as to what this would be.

“Mmmh!” He moaned as he hugged himself, as he came even closer to you.

“Be mine. Be all mine (Y/n)!”

He grabbed at your red vest pulling you into him as he ran his hand in your hair and over your ears. Letting his eyes roll back as he inhaled your scent; sending a pleasurable shiver up his spine.

“L-like uhm dating?”

He giggled some more as he hugged you tighter rubbing his nose all over your hair and face. He shook his head as if you had said the funniest thing ever only moving you along with him as he began to sway.

“No~No~Be mine. All mine. Okay? You promise right? Otherwise I can’t help but demolish all those fools that keep you away from me!”

“O-okay!”

You hastily agreed lightly returning his hug as he registered your answer. Squealing he spun you around once more before lifting you into his arms as he strode deeper into the forest.

You didn’t know where he was going or what it even meant to be his, but you figured this was for the best. For once it served you right not to run.

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wzrd-wheezes · 7 months

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Blind Date - Bartender!Remus x Reader

AN - I had this idea the other night before I went to bed and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since. I hope you enjoy! Please give it a reblog if you do <3

Warnings : alcohol.

1.4k words.

It had been six months since Y/N had split up with her ex-boyfriend and after a rather messy breakup, Y/N swore rather dramatically to her best friend Lily that she was never dating again. Lily had a cunning plan, and after a lot of convincing, managed to talk her best friend into letting her set up a blind date. It was, as Lily so graciously put it, time for her to “get back out there.”

Y/N’s heels clip-clopped against the cobbles streets as she walked towards the bar that Lily had sent her the address of. She knew absolutely nothing about the person she was meeting, Lily had kept everything a secret through fear of her backing out last minute. She had no idea why she even agreed to it in the first place.

The bar was dimly lit, the few people that were in there basked in the low glow of the lights, tucked into booths or scattered across tables. Y/N glanced down at her watch, silently cursing herself for arriving too early. She made her way over to the bar, hoping that having a quick drink before her date got here would help her ease her nerves.

Y/N perched on a bar stool, her elbows resting on the smooth wood of the counter as she waited to catch the bartender’s attention. Her eyes roamed over the selection of bottles behind the bar, the shiny bottles glinting under the fluorescent lighting.

“Hey. What can I get for you?” The bartender smiled at her. Y/N’s eyes snapped up to look at him. His hand was resting casually on the tea towel that was slung over his shoulder and he leaned against the bar as he spoke to her.

“Hi! Could I just get a vodka soda, please?”

“Certainly.” He pulled a glass from the shelf beneath the bar, his fingers skimming over the assortment of bottles before grabbing the vodka and pouring it into the glass “Ice and lime?”

“Please.”

The bartender nodded, scooping ice into the glass and delicately placing the lime. He stirred it gently for a moment before sliding it across the bar towards her. His eyes darted across the bar, looking for any customers that were waiting for him, before resuming his previous position, leaning cooly in front of her.

“I’m Remus.” he said, the tone of his voice indicating that he was expecting her to introduce herself as well.

“Oh, I’m Y/N.” she bought the glass up to her mouth to take a sip.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” he rested his hands on the counter, leaning closer to her as he spoke, “I’ve never seen you in here before. First time?”

Y/N nodded in response, taking another gulp of her drink before answering properly.

“Yeah. I’m supposed to be meeting someone here, but I think he’s running a bit late.” she glanced down at her watch again, a frown tugging at her lips.

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Remus asked with a grin.

“God knows.” Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes, “Some guy that my friend is trying to set me up with.”

“Ouch. I don’t envy you at all, Y/N.” he chuckled, grabbing the cloth from his shoulder and proceeding to wipe the bar down. “So, your friend’s trying to set you up... I’m assuming against your will?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Uhuh. You know, the classic bad breakup situation and trying to ‘get back out there’” she did the air quotes as she said the phrase that she had heard many times from her best friend.

“And you have the lovely friend that thinks she knows what’s best for you.” He grinned. He opened his mouth to say something else, but his attention was quickly caught as another customer approached the bar.

Her eyes drifted over to where Remus was chatting to the customers, one of his hands tucked into the pocket of the black slacks he was wearing. Her eyes lingered on the way that the plain white t-shirt he was wearing hung loosely on his frame, riding up slightly and exposing a line of his stomach when he reached to grab a glass from the top shelf. Y/N shook her head, physically trying to remove those thoughts from her mind. She was supposed to be on a date.

“He should be here by now.” She thought to herself as she drained the last bit of her drink. She set the glass back down on the bar, the ice cubes clinking together as she did so. Her eyes floated back to Remus, watching him as he moved around effortlessly behind the bar, quickly serving the customers their drinks.

“Any word from your lucky date?” Remus asked, when he returned a short while later. Y/N shook her head, rolling her eyes.

“I think he's going to be a no show.”

“So, does that mean you’re stuck with me?”

“Well, I finished my drink, so I was planning on just going home.”

Remus nodded, his eyes glinting mischievously. He silently walked over to where the selection of spirits was and began making another drink.

“Guess you’ll have to stay for another drink then.” he winked, placing the glass in front of her.

“You’re a little too friendly for a bartender,” Y/N grinned, accepting the drink, “Do you always flirt with your customers?”

“I work hard for my tips,” he joked, shrugging his shoulders, “It’s not against the rules for me to flirt back though, is it?”

Her cheeks heat up and she lifts her glass to her mouth to hide the smile that’s threatening to pull at her lips. She takes a long sip of her drink before placing the glass back on the bar.

“Who knows?” she laughs, “Maybe I have a secret boyfriend, or maybe I’m married, or maybe I’m a serial killer with a taste for bartenders?”

Remus’s eyes light up and he reaches across the bar to give her a playful nudge.

“I like my odds.” He says with a smirk. He leans against the bar again, “If you’re single, and you’re not secretly a psycho-killer, I can’t imagine why another guy would leave you hanging. You’re too pretty for that.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, huh?”

“I’m hoping so.” he muses. Remus reaches beneath the bar and pulls out two shot glasses, he pours liquor into each of them and sets one of them in front of her.

“For your troubles,” he says, taking the other shot glass between his fingers, “And to never meeting your lucky date.”

“You can’t do a shot with me if you’re working!” Y/N exclaimed, “You’ll get fired!”

“Can I let you in on something?” Remus asks. Y/N raises an eyebrow at him in response, “I actually finished my shift fifteen minutes ago, I just stuck around to talk to you.” He juts his head in the direction of another bartender at the other end of the bar.

Y/N smiles and picks up the shot glass, clinking it against Remus’s before knocking back the liquor in one gulp. It burns as it slides down her throat and she can’t quite tell if the warm feeling in her stomach is from the shot, or from the way Remus is looking at her.

His eyes are transfixed on her and she takes the shot, watching the way she tips her head back as she drinks it and how the remnants of the liquor shine on her lips as she smiles back at him.

“I’ve got another secret to tell you.” Remus says, collecting her glass and putting it to the side. Y/N cocks her head at him, quizzical expression on her face, “What if I told you that I’m your blind date?”

“W-what?” Y/N straightens up as he says this, her eyes searching his for an explanation.

“Lily set it up. She said she knew that we would hit it off but that you would completely disregard any guy she set you up with.” he explained.

“That’s true.” she let out a laugh, “And in all fairness, she was right about that. I never like anyone that she sets me up with. I guess she really does know me too well.”

“Yeah, she does.” Remus smiled, “So, would you like to get out of here?” he asked softly, extending a hand out to her.

“Absolutely.”

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d0youc0py · 1 year

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“What about her?”

“Her name is Terrie. She’s 43 years old. Two kids- one boy, one girl. She is recently divorce, you can tell by the swing of her hips. She has a medium sized dog, probably named Tucker or something. She has five different shirts that say ‘don’t talk to me until I’ve had coffee.’ She drives a totally oversized SUV, but can parallel park like a bad bitch.” Finishing your analysis you leaned back and took a sip of your tea. John hummed, seemingly agreeing with you. “What about him.” You whispered. John followed your gaze.

“His name is definitely Mark. No kids. Calls his shitty flat his ‘bachelor pad’.” You snickered softly. “I would say late thirties. All of his buddies have stopped inviting him places because he makes their wives uncomfortable. He loves a good wine cooler and he thinks ‘Back to the Future’ is still the greatest film ever made.” You nodded your head in agreement.

“Are we mean.” You asked suddenly. John looked over at you with a small smile. He wrapped his arm around your chair and tugged you closer to his side. You welcomed his advancements and snuggled your head into his side.

“Sweetheart, we judge people we don’t even know just based off of their appearance.” John kissed the top of your head. “We are most definitely mean.” He whispered, leaning down giving you a fat peck on the cheek. You pushed him away and wiped your cheek playfully.

“Gross.” You spat. John wasn’t having it and pulled you right back to where you were- where you belonged.

“You really want to play that game with me sweetheart?” He whispered against your temple.

“I’m a good sport.” You whispered back. He grumbled softly and pressed another hard kiss against your temple. “What do you think people would think about us.”

“Well.” John started. You felt him smile against your skin. “They’d probably wonder what I do for a living to get such a hot little partner such as yourself.” You flushed. “They’d probably assume we’ve only be together a short while since we are so obviously smitten.” You and John had been together for nine years. “Then they’d probably take a guess as to how many bite marks you have on your thighs sweetheart.” All the air seemed to escape your lungs.

“I’m sure they would then guess how long it takes to get from this little coffee shop all the way back to our flat.” You murmured, playing along with his little game.

“We should go test it, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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strawberry-milkbunny · 5 months

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Naruto is my Roman Empire and I’ve been reading MadaTobi fanfics so these r my Founders Thoughts that nobody asked for:

- Tobirama had a crush on Madara and it PISSED HIM OFF like they def had hate sex at one point LMAO

- they literally worked together ur rlly gonna tell me they didn’t have SOME moments of civility btwn them?? (lowkey that’s wild tho having to see ur brother’s murderer everyday at work-I like Tobi but I’m just sayin)

I WANT A WORKPLACE SITCOM WITH THE FOUNDERS SJSKKSKS:

- Tobi doing experiments and scaring the villagers

- Tobi teaming up with Madara to make Hashi do work

- Hashi making flowers w/government documents

- Mito sipping tea while encouraging Tobi to revive the dead

- everyone in the Tower side eying the sexual tension btwn Madara and Tobi and them never denying they’ve fucked before

- Toka cackling in the background

- Hikaku spraying water at Madara like a cat every time he throws a temper tantrum

- Kagami popping in to make sure his clan head doesn’t kill his teacher PERFECT SITCOM MATERIAL

- totally personal preference: Naruto should’ve had more BLOOD AND GORE. I wanna see the grittiness and horror the shinobi world actually is and how revolutionary Naruto as a character is by choosing peace over violence. The only time we get that is Obito vs Kiri nin, Uchiha Massacre, Wave Arc, Orochimaru…before it turns into DBZ fights

I’ve said this before: Sasuke was in a seinen Naruto was in a shounen

- the warring states is literally the perfect place for exhibiting the horrors of war and humanity. Bloodline thieves, child hunting squads, GIVE. IT. TO. ME. Madara and Hashirama experiencing all of this and wanting PEACE FOR THEIR YOUNGER BROTHERS UGHHH ROBBERY‼️‼️

SORRY TW IMPLIED SA !!:

I HC that bloodline thieves is prob why Madara wears gloves….being a YOUNG (he’s been on the battlefield since he was 8??) powerful, prodigy and future clan head of a famous kekkai genkai it makes sense why he doesn’t like skin-contact/sexual repression and repulsion. And why we don’t see female Uchiha shinobi (excluding misogyny) simply bc there’s such a high risk of SA in this era

Moving on:

- Tobi and Izuna were jealous of how their brothers were being taken away. It goes past the senju/uchiha rivalry like they were just kids and were plain jealous.

- Madara and hashirama def share 1 brain cell LOLLL. Like they’re besties for a reason, Madara acts likes he smarter but nah he’s as much of an idiot as Hashi is. They’re both dreamers let these boys live and skip rocks together!!! 😭😭

- let’s be honest: Tobi built the village. Mans was doing ALL the logistics and infrastructure

- tobirama is soooo second son/eldest daughter coded it’s not even funny. The SPARE, serious and emotionless bc he needed to always clean up after his siblings, DUTIFUL, prob has a praise kink etc.

- Madara is an eldest daughter who also prob has a praise kink and touch starved

- NONE of the founders r well adjusted like they went from spending everyday of their lives at war to tryin bring peace and start essentially a ninja-revolution (PLS GO TO THERAPY)

- madara was just the most open about it: being isolated and feared by his own clan BC he was powerful, trying advocate for the village and peace, all while grieving for his last brother…yeah it makes sense y he went crazy or at least wanted to leave (fuck Kishimoto for that Kaguya bs and fuck Zetsu)

- I don’t actually believe he was trying destroy the village idkkk. I think he was trying to do an SNS aka using fighting as a way to communicate with Hashirama and well…yIkEs

- tobirama is 1000% unadjusted: mans literally created a Justu to revive the dead. You cannot tell me that doesn’t REEK of desperation and loneliness. He’s lit rally the OG mad scientist

- hashirama rlly thought sealing the Bijuu and giving them to each village was a good idea….sir WHO TF GIVES NUCLEAR WEAPONS TO SHINOBI???!! 😳😳

- I think hashirama and naruto lowkey can be summed up as: a powerful idealist. Which is a very dangerous combination. Take that how you will especially considering how shinobi thrive off of violence….it kinda makes sense how we ended up with canon Naruto

- Madara has a god complex and knows it. Hashirama has a god-complex and doesn’t know it. (God of Shinobi title def got to him and understandable)

- the founders failed and they know it. But I also kinda love it?? They’re so flawed and human as leaders and you can see how their mistakes drag into Canon Naruto. It also makes me so sad knowing that Konoha was built to prevent child soldiers and give protection only for it to actually be WORSE (Kakashi ITACHI SANNIN ik for a fact it must’ve hurt Hashi to know ur own granddaughter left the village)

Uchiha are: love is the death of duty while the Senju are: duty is the death of love and neither of them will forgive each other for picking one over the other‼️‼️‼️

- proving this ^^ w/Hashirama’s weird af characterization: aka him being a loveable idiot but at the same time CONGRATULATING Itachi for killing his own clan for Konoha…. I feel like that rlly showed me how much of a war veteran/shinobi Hashirama actually is and how he will always pick duty

- we were ROBBED of baby Kagami/hokage Kagami 😤😤😤 I’m sorry Kagami should’ve been made Hokage it just makes sense personality wise and politically wise. The only way I could see him not take it is bc he needed to be a clan leader/placate the Uchiha/help Hikaku.

- I wanna see him process the loss of his clan leader, teacher, and eventually friends to a point where Danzo takes his eyes

- everyone on Team Tobirama had a crush on Kagami at one point

- one of my fav HC: Tobi and Madara co-parenting Kagami. There’s no way Madara didn’t check up on Kagami being taught by THE senju which makes his defection hit harder for Kagami 😭😭

- BABY SANNIN ‼️‼️‼️ Tsunade was old enough to meet and remember Hashirama it makes sense that Oro and Jiraiya meet the founders

- omg could u imagine being Edo Tensei Hashirama?? Ur granddaughter’s weird friend revives u using the Jutsu ur brother invented that you specifically FORBID 😭😭

- Hashi and Tobi staring at Orochimaru like “you look familiar???” IT HAS SO MUCH COMEDIC POTENTIAL

- Mito revolutionized female shinobi like she’s def the reason ppl realized that girls can fight (Senju Toka was an exception) STAN MITO 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

- Mito pulled a Tsunade and mentally yeeted out of Konoha after Hashi and Tobi died. Bc the way we NEVER hear about her and Hiruzen interacting except for Kushina, even tho she’s literally RELATED to the other 2 hokages….ROBBED 😵‍💫

- I HC: she was dealing w/grief (the fall of Uzushio made it worse) and she was lowkey pushed out of the council by Danzo FUCK DANZO

- I love the idea of Mito wooing for Hashirama’s hand/politically smart Mito!! It was a political marriage that grew into love. There’s no way she DIDNT suspect an attack on Uzushio lik it’s literally an island w/Kiri as it’s neighbours….Konoha gets recognition and stability while Uzushio importantly gets mainland allies

- Mito tops btw she’s def pegged Hashi before 🫢

- if Madara or Hashi had sisters/born women they would’ve def had a marriage to solidify their alliance. This makes Japanese homophobia not make sense esp in the shinobi world bc their clans trusted each other w/o backup like marriage?? Idk I’m just kinda confused y it was never even brought up for an alliance…

*cue MadaTobi arranged marriage au 100k, enemies to lovers, slowburn*

- also to dude bros homophobia has no place in the Naruto world (and IRL BTW) outside of making heirs. They’re literally MERCENARIES You telling me Kakashi has never fucked another man for information before??? Pls be serious I’m begging y’all 🙃🙃🙃

- there’s def family drama amongst the senju!! Idk I feel like Hashirama and Tobirama have the relationship of: “they love each other but don’t like each other” which makes Madara’s inclusion even worse for the brothers’ relationship. Like they def always had each other’s backs but never actually felt like they understood each other.

- I wish more fanfics/canon covered the shinobi-civilian politics more (I love politics lol give me world-building kishimoto 😤)

- Civilians hold power. THEY have all the MONEY to pay shinobi

- I’ve rlly only seen 1 fanfic that involves the Fire Daimyo during the Warring States Era (Into the Wide Blue Yonder it’s a KakaSasu Time travel fic that actually ✨works✨ 12/10 recommend) but it’s true.

Wtf is the Fire Daimyo doing during this era??? Why is he being so placate about Senju/Uchiha war unless he just sees it as entertainment?? How have shinobi NOT fought against rich civilian politicians before?? (Introducing Maoism to the naruto world lol 🤔🤔)

- Kishimoto curse ur goldfish brain….

- the uchiha and senju were def broke in this era, LMAO especially the Uchiha and I mean resource wise. War is EXPENSIVE the Uchiha don’t have Hashirama and Mokutan, they couldn’t just grow food whenever they wanted. It makes total sense that they would agree to a ceasefire just to prevent STARVATION

- once again…. robbed in terms of seeing the aftermath and devastation of war and learning how to live in a morally grey, politically unstable, resource limited world which could’ve brought in the ultimate themes of peace and the cycle of violence, and the question of if violence and war is ever justified, but…..no ❤️

#naruto #MadaTobi #hashirama senju #mito uzumaki #senju tobirama #madara uchiha #kagami uchiha #brainrot.txt #roman empire #silly little thoughts #warring states era #I think I’m a Madara stan now???#I blame ao3 for my MadaTobi brainrot phase #pls give me a founders sitcom #tw sa implied

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dexiiexox · 5 months

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On tour with Matt!

a/n: I’ve been gone for a whiiilleeeee… heh :,)) buuttt I tried my best at writing this, even though I feel like Matt and Chris would be pretty similar while on tour, but I tried making it kinda different :)

Matt Sturniolo x reader

warnings: kissing, not much more really?

summary: what I think Matt would be like on tour :>

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES❕

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First off I he would also have to beg you to come. Since you onbviously didnt want to ruin anything and you wanted Matt to have fun on tour.

"Babyy.. pleaasee, I promise you its no bother at all" Matt was sprawled over my bed, begging me to join him and his brothers on The versus Tour.

"But Matt I’m not so sur-"

"No but’s y/n, I genuenly want you to come, Chris and Nick dont mind at all!" he sat up, at the edge of my bed now.

I sighed.

"Please.. I need you to be there.." he was really begging. The way his doe eyes was pleading with you, made you finally give in to him.

"Alright.. Ill come with you Matt"

I stepped closer to him, in between his legs and he took a hold of my waist. I raked my hands through his hair for a little before my hands found their place on his cheeks before I bendt down and places a kiss on his lips.

Like we all know, Matt has anxiety and I feel like people might make it like such a big thing in their hc or fanfics. Dont get me wrong, anxiety can be different for different people.

But on tour I feel like Matt would need some ressurance or calling down before going on stage sometimes.

There would be a few times before one of the shows where he would get angsty, maybe overthink a few things or he’d straight up stressed (wether that is becuase he’s about to go on stage or some other stuff idk)

I also feel like Matt would be glued to your side, he’d be by your side every possible second (bro barely lets you get up go to the toilet)

Hand on your thigh when youre driving places or eating out, holding your hand, locking pinkies or having his arm over your shoulder when youre walking together, hugging you from behind and just random hugs in general (oh to be hugged by Matthew🥲💕) holding around you in bed, cuddling, spooning, you name it, he’s all for it🫶😘

I stod by the kitchen isle in the hotellroom we were staying in. I was making myself some tea (or any other profferes drink🌝). I was just standing there for a little, deep in thought, when suddenly two hands smaker around my waist, a familiar scent entered my nose and a head found its place on my shoulder.

"Hey Matt" I giggled.

"Hey sweetheart"

I felt his hot breath on my neck before he placed a kiss on my shoulder. We stod like that for a little while, enjoying the hug before sitting down by the table. Matt sat down with me and placed a hand on my thigh. I giggled slightly looking over at him.

"Are you okay Matt?" I asked, I always want to make sure nothing is bothering him.

"Yeah, just wanna spend time with my loving girlfriend" he smiled and kisses my cheek. I blused at his comment.

"Oh shush.." I mumbled taking a sip of my drink.

Like Chris, Matt would definetly pay for you everywhere you guys go, wether its some random plush at the thrift shop or youre going out for food. He is paying, no questions asked (treating you like the queen you are girl😘👑)

And of course he would make sure youre always comfertable with everything. And I mean everything. He wants everything to be perfect and that youre comfertable 110% of the time, that youre updated on plans so you know when everything is happening. (He’ll go to great lenghts for you babes, love Matt fr💕)

It would be the smallest things, and you’d hve to constantly reassure him its alright.

"Are you sure you want to sleep in these small bunks? I can figure out something else, more spacious and comfertab-" Matt had started rambling on about rearranging my sleeping space after I made the smallest comment about the tiny bunks in the tour bus.

"Matt its alright" I cut him off.

"The bunks are fine, they were just smaller than I expected" I laughed a little.

"Are you sure though? I can arrange something else if not you know" he rubbed the back of his neck and gave me a questioning look.

"Im sure Matt, dont worry, the bunks are fine" I smiled, walked over to him and gave his lips a little peck.

"If you say so" he chuckle lightly and just smiled at me.

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Heyhey, just wrote this from the top of my head💀 so sorry if its terrible. Ive been busy lately sooo yeah. This was lowkey pretty short, but I hope you still enjoyed it :))👍

Anyways, I hope you had a good night or day and youre worth so much💕💕

-dexy💕

#sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets imagines #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo headcanon #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #the versus tour

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slvtforfiction · 6 months

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Boyfriend

☆ Colby mf brock,he lit has my heart ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Smut! (Virgin!Reader)

☆ Friends to lovers ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Porn w no plot

☆ This is cringy and idgaf 😝 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ A like and reblog would be appreciated:)

☆ Masterlist ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for the dividers :)

I sat down my drink in front of me looking at my phone as my eyes lit up.

Colby 🖤:

Hey babe,I’ll come get you in 20 minutes?

Me:

Heyy,yeah okay,what we doing?

Can we get some food? Starvinggg

Colby 🖤:

Sure,see you soon x

Me:

See ya 💜

I smiled as I put down my phone sipping on my fruit tea and reading. I would be lying if I said any of the words on the page were going through my head,because they weren’t,I was too busy thinking about Colby.

Colby and I had been friends since high school and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship so I’ve kept my feelings to myself but deep down I knew I loved Colby brock as more than a friend.

And as I was thinking about him I heard the penthouse doorbell ring,he was here.I jumped up with my boba in hand and got ready by putting on my shoes.

I opened the door to see him in black and red,I stared for a moment before he snapped me out of it, “You got a crush or something?” He asked jokingly.

“Fuck no.” I laughed to myself,lying through gritted teeth, “Am I really that bad?” He asked the smile on his face evident “Sorry would you like a different response?” I asked,my smile beaming off my face, “Yes,I would.” He told me half jokingly, “Oh okay,Colby I have the fattest crush on you,I am absolutely and utterly in love with you,will you marry me baby girl?” I asked jokingly as I got down on one knee,no ring in sight.

He handed me one of his rings and I smiled holding it in my hands as I looked up from him on my knee, “Oh my god! I would love to!” He said jokingly whilst jumping up and down,flapping his arms about.

I put his ring on my thumb,the only finger it would fit,and got up off the floor dusting myself off.

“Aw I liked you on your knees.” He laughed pouting down at me, “Ah! Colby brock!” I gasped jokingly smacking his chest.

He grabbed my waist with his hands,my waist going red hot and I smiled up at him with a boba still in my hand.

“You got boba without me!” He said jokingly as he gave me a shocked look, “Yep,sorry big guy.” I giggled.

I moved infront of him to leave my pent house and he held the small of back as we left.

I turned around to lock the door and then we began to walk downstairs to get to Colby’s car.

“What do you want to eat,princess?” He asked me as we sat in the car,reversing out of the parking lot.

‘You’ I thought to myself,clenching my thighs together as I imagined taking him down my throat before snapping out of it.

“Uhm i don’t know!” I said rather quickly trying to banish these thoughts about my best friend.

“Chipotle?” He asked,

“Yeah sure why not.” I shrugged as I cross my legs trying to stop myself pulsing.

We sat in Colby’s bed eating and watching shows on his tv as I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Fuck man I’m tired.” He said to no one in particular, “How? I swear it’s like 8.” I laughed,he looked over to his night stand and read off the clock “Nope,quarter to 12” (11:45) he said.

“How!” I said finishing my chipotle, “I should go.” I said laughing into his shoulder, “Noo,stay.” He whined.

“Are you sure? I really should let you get some sleep.” I asked him,I knew he was tired and I wasn’t going to stay if I wasn’t wanted.

I crawled off Colby swinging my legs over the edge of the bed,suddenly I felt his hands grab my waist and pull me onto the bed,Colby ending up on top of me.

“Don’t go.” He whispered to me and I smiled,blushing slightly at the position. “Okay.” I whispered back.

“I really want to kiss you.” He continued whispering, “Do it.” I whispered back.

And I was pulled into an intoxicating kiss,I felt like orgasming on the spot,then he pulled away bringing his knee up to my core rubbing against me, “Is this okay?” He whispered stopping his movements,I nodded, “I need words princess.” He smiled softly, “Yes.” I whispered.

He pulled me back into a kiss his hand,next to my head,supporting himself above me whilst the other hand rested on my neck,squeezing from time to time,his knee rubbed against my core.

He squeezed my neck and I moaned into the kiss giving him the chance to slide his tongue into my mouth.

He slid his tongue in as our tongues clashed,Colby taking dominance over me.

I took my hands,unbuttoning his jeans and throwing them across the room,I heard it hit a wall before falling against it,to the floor.

Whilst I had unbuttoned his jeans he had taken off my leggings throwing them in the same direction most likely beginning to create a pile of clothes.

“Please.” I whined into his mouth,to which he stopped rubbing his knee against me and put a hand on my hip rather than my neck.

I whimpered under his touch and he pulled away and took off his shirt,to which I did too.

He held himself up with one hand next to my head,the other flush against my waist and began kissing me again whilst taking off my bra with the other hand.

My breasts sprung free as he took off my bra,throwing it in the ever growing pile of clothes.

“Is this okay? Do I have your consent?” He said lining himself up, “You do,but I wanna ride you.” I whispered the last part.

He smiled “Repeat that sweetheart.” He said, “I want to ride you.” I said more confidently.

“No.” He said sternly as if I was going to kill him by doing so, “Why?” I said hoping I didn’t cross a boundary.

“Because,it’s your first time,I want it to be special,I don’t want you to put in any effort I just want you to have a good time.” He said softly and I smiled.

“Round two though?” I asked a smile evident on my face. “If you can walk.” He smiled back.

He was agonisingly slow, as he pushed a finger into me “Faster,please.” I whispered out to him.

“Okay pet.” He said as he sped up. Moans emerged into the silent room as I felt the urge to scream from the mixed pleasure.

He slowly eased another finger in and I felt nirvana,a bliss only known to few people. Granted I had never had sex before but I knew he would be my first and last.

The chokehold Colby had on me,mentally and physically was euphoric.

My moans echoed off the walls of the once silent room as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

“Come on baby,let it go.” He whispered and warm liquid shot out of me and up his arm,I closed my eyes out of fear and embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you tell me you could squirt love?” He whispered as he let go off my neck,brushing stray hairs out of my face.

“Im sorry! I didn’t mean to!” I said scared as to what I had just done. “It’s a good thing,it’s okay.” He said as I calmed down, “Just gotta make you do it again.” He smiled lining his dick up to my entrance.

“This okay?” He asked again,

“Yes.” I whispered and he smiled as he pushed himself in,inch by excruciating inch. “Fuck-“ I moaned, “How big are you?” I whined out.

“Just about 6 inches,not that big love.” He said as I threw my head back. “Not that big? Colby you’re a monster.” I said through gritted teeth trying not to moan.

He laughed, “Sure you’ll get used to it.” He said softly before I let out a loud moan as he bottomed out.

I squeezed onto his cock tightly as he begun to spread my legs further,pushing himself in and out whilst I clenched down on him.

I lulled my head back in pleasure,trying my hardest to stop clenching around Colby making me tighter than I already was.

He held his hand on my stretched neck,his other hand rubbing circles on my clit making it hard for me to not cum on the spot.

“Colby!” I moaned out of pleasure as my hands grabbed onto his back,my nails gripping onto him,which would most likely leave marks.

“I- I- I’m close.” I moaned out to him “Same,hold on baby.” He replied softly to me. “Can I cum inside of you?” He asked quickly speeding up slightly.

“Y-yes please colbs.” I replied trying to not moan, “Oh shit.” He said before cumming inside of me,to which I quickly followed.

I knew he loved the nickname I didn’t know he liked it that much,I’ll keep that in mind,I thought to myself.

Colby turned around and slammed himself on the bed next to me on his back.

“I just lost my virginity to my best friend” I said to no one in particular,he looked over at me and smiled “Babe I’m all yours as long as your mine.” He whispered, “I’ve always been yours Colby.” I said cuddling up to him as he attempted to put a shirt onto me to sleep in.

I guess I’ve got a boyfriend.

#Spotify #smut #romance #song #colby brock smut #sam and colby #fluff #aftercare #sweet #sexy content #mdni #colby x reader #colby brock #sam and colby fluff #good slvt

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sim0nril3y · 8 months

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Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!OC Scenario: (setting 2014) A second date might appear to be too much, but deep down Simon knows that he wants more. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), mentions of alcohol, suggestive conversation, slight mention of smut, canon-typical swearing (I mean, it's Ghost for fuck sake!).

When the idea of a wandered around a lake had been offered you were more than happy to oblige. This time you arrived promptly on time, wearing wellington boots, a thick coat and a warm looking scarf. It was the middle of Winter, at least you knew how to dress appropriately for a walk, Simon thought to himself.

It was an early Sunday morning. Usually at this time Simon would be out for a run, or maybe even down the gym so swapping that out for a woodland walk with a pretty girl wasn’t too hard for him. You seemed happy to follow his lead, it seemed that Simon knew his area better than you did anyway, especially considering your attempt to go off path within the first couple of steps, his strong hand holding your elbow and steering you in the correct direction again.

Part way around you stopped by a shack that sold warm coffees and teas. Simon ignored your pleas to pay and passed over the money. “Lucky girl~” The older woman making the drinks swooned at his chivalrous nature. “The night I met my husband I brought the first round ‘cause he forgot his wallet. It was a load of bollocks if you ask me.” A delicate giggle came from your perfect lips, immediately more personable than Simon could ever be, more engaging asking the older woman questions and showing a true interest.

After receiving your drinks, the walk continued. “You never mentioned what you did for work.” Your gentle voice announced then. His eyes stayed trained on the terrain ahead, watching for any raised tree roots or deep puddles in your path. “I didn’t?” It had been a conscious effort not to mention anything about his work. Simon knew that it was stuck in a difficult place, his job was intimidating but it was concerning not to talk about himself, especially when you had shared so much. “No, you didn’t…” Your voice was measured and reserved, like she was thinking. “What if I try and guess…” Simon’s brows pinched together as he glanced at you.

No. Say no. Keep it separate. It’ll be easier that way. “Please?” “Alright.” Fuck, really? One little plea and he breaks down instantly. Fucking hell. He was in deep here. “Oooh, okay…” You were taking this seriously, he could tell. It actually made him chuckle when you squinted your eyes at him, as if trying to imagine him in different workplaces. “Personal trainer?” You finally decided and a shocked laugh fell from his lips. “A personal trainer? What made you say that?”

“What? What are you talking about? You’re a unit.” You pointed out bluntly. Well, he did go to the gym about as often as a personal trainer. A quiet chuckle slipped from his lips as he shook his head. “I’ll assume that was a compliment.” “Trust me. It is.” Fuck, you so easily flirted with him. It was intoxicating. “Alright, so you’re not a personal trainer… Let me think…” A moment of silence passed. “Rugby player?”

A sharp laugh fell from his throat. “I don’t think I’ve played rugby since I was 14.” Smiling you and took another sip of your coffee. “Football player?” “Oh, yeah, I could’ve played for United but I was too good it was intimidating to everyone else.” He joked, his voice slick with sarcasm. He was actually joking with you. It was playful and you laughed with him. God, this was easy. You made this easy for him. “Kid, it’s nothing to do with sport.”

“Hmm…” A beat of silence fell from between them, even as he refused to look in your direction Simon could feel your eyes lingering on him. “Army?” He tensed. Maybe it was that just obvious. Maybe the stench of war seeped from his pores. Maybe his eyes spoke the trauma and torture he’d seen. “Army.” You confirmed softly when he didn’t decline anything. Simon couldn’t bring himself to say a single word. “We don’t have to talk about it…” His cold heart warmed just a touch then. God, he was thankful to you for not pushing him, you didn’t want to ask any of the stupid questions that people usually pushed at him.

They walked in silence for a while after that. Simon prayed you wouldn’t think any different of him. God, he sounded pathetic. It wasn’t like this could ever work out anyway. Eventually you would get bored and move on. That dark inner monologue shut down the moment he felt your cold fingers wrapping around his pinky. Three of them wrapped around the thick digit. You had taken the opportunity of ceasing the hand hanging by his side. Sneaky, but… innocent. Part of him didn’t like touch but you touch… Yeah, he liked that.

Their walked continued and you chatted away seamlessly about her friends, only just touching on the subject of family, but mostly you filled him in on the artwork you had been working on this week. A cynical side of Simon kept thinking all that rubbish was a waste of time, but a softer side reminded him that you weren’t doing any harm following a dream.

A sudden set of dogs came rushing in their direction, you squealed in surprise kneeling down to pet them as they rushed forward, but Simon quickly yanked you back to your feet, placed a step behind him protectively. “They’re safe!” An owner a good few feet away yelled along with a hearty laugh. Not hesitating you stepped around him and greeted both the dogs happily, cooing over them and causing a fuss. Simon stood aside, holding both drinks and looking tense.

The owner whistled curtly causing them both to shoot off in their direction. A quiet giggle came from you whilst rising up, brushing off your dirty knees and accepting the coffee back from Simon. “You don’t like dogs?” “I don’t like dogs I don’t know.” He corrected simply. “I don’t know. They seemed friendly enough.” Stated with a tiny shrug.

“They seem friendly until they are sinking their teeth into your face because you’re at head height for them…” Simon stated bluntly. Fuck, that was too much. He really shouldn’t have said that. Say something. Save it. “And I happen to like your face without bite marks.” A surprisingly bright smile pressed across your face before quirking your brows and asking softly. “Oh, so you like my face?”

“Walk, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder.” He commanded, pressing a hand to your lower back briskly. “Is that a promise…” “Go.”

Their walk came to an end as your arrived back at the carpark. Bloody hell, they had been walking for over two hours. Most of the time you had been chatting, but there had been some really comfortable silence between them. Fuck, this was getting too deep. Two dates in and Simon wanted more, but… but it wasn’t fair. He couldn’t allow you to get closer. He needed this to be the end.

As they approached your car Simon observed it. It was a beat up little banger with a dent in every panel. Pulling your keys from your bag and slowly turned to face him. “Thanks for a nice time…” Your voice soft and delicate, taking a dangerous step in his direction and tilting your head up to turn your intoxicating gaze on him. Bloody fucking hell. How the fuck was he supposed to remain composed? How was he supposed to resist her?

They grew closer. Simon could feel his heart raising in his chest. “Find a boy your own age, for Christ sake.” His whispered just inches from your mouth. He was fighting every fibre in his being not to plead you her to move on from him. “I don’t want them.” Your voice was breathless and bordering on frustrated. “Simon, if you don’t want me just tell me and I’ll go…” That was a stupid idea, he thought.

Like a cornered animal Simon bit back. “Fuckin’ hell. ‘Course I want you.” That was the most honest and blunt that he had been with you in the short time he’d know you. “You have no idea how much that I want you, but… it isn’t as easy as that. I’m not… I can’t give you what you want. Not right away.” Touch and sex and affection. It was a very tricky subject for Simon. It was something he rarely navigated with someone outside of a rare drunk one-night stand. Those felt less messy. Barely even learned their names half the time. “I can wait.” Again, your words interrupted his fuzzy mind and he focused on your face again.

His eyes lingered on you, willing you to continue without wanting to say the words aloud. “Whatever you need. At your pace.” It wasn’t difficult for to sense something different about him. Most men that took you out wanted to bring you back to their flats that night, but Simon had barely wanted to kissed you. It was like you could sense some type of barrier, or a trauma, or just something he simply wasn’t telling you. There was no way that you would judge and you certainly wouldn’t press until he was ready. “You’re not going to scare me off.”

“Fuck…” Muttering under his breath as he leaned in to press his forehead against your own. “I’m just not gonna be able to shake you off, am I?” “Certainly not easily.” Your voice was delicate, bordering on amused before feeling your lips press innocently against his cheek. “When are you free next week?” This time Simon asked the question, ignoring all those voices of doubt and destruction in his mind and following the one that encouraged some type of happiness.

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wintersoldiersoul · 7 months

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Push Through

Summary: Your ADHD makes it difficult for you to focus like normal. When you spiral, Bucky helps you calm down.

A/N: Things about this may seem crazy and unrealistic but as someone with ADHD I can confirm that I have had this exact experience. (Minus the sexy supersolider to help me unfortunately) TW: Mental health, lack of sleep and eating, ADHD, burnout

The room was an absolute disaster. Clothes all over the floor, endless cups of coffee, water, and tea taking up space on the desk, and there you were at the center of it. Sitting on your floor with your laptop, typing away furiously. Being in college and an avenger was already extremely difficult and it was even harder while struggling with ADHD.

You had gotten home from a three day mission yesterday, so stressed about the first draft of your thesis paper that was due in two days that you didn’t even shower or change before taking your medication and getting to work. A half-eaten sandwich sat beside you but you didn’t even feel hungry. Your meds suppressed your appetite and had you focused on one thing and one thing only: your homework.

Bucky was away from the tower on his own mission and while you couldn’t wait for him to get home safely, you could hardly even think about it in your current frenzy. You hadn't slept since getting home, taking another pill every time you felt the last one wear off. When your medication started to subside, it made you feel horrible. Jittery, but also depressed and just generally like life had no meaning. It was an awful feeling, especially when you knew it was caused by medication that you needed for your brain to function normally.

The bedroom door creaked open but you didn’t even hear it. You didn’t look up from the words you were typing as your boyfriend’s body filled the frame. You usually greeted him by running into his arms but this time, it was like you didn’t even know he was there. And you practically didn’t. The quiet voice of your subconscious whispered to you to go greet him, but the dominant hyper-focus muted that thought into silence.

“Hellooo,” Bucky called playfully, whistling to you to try to get your attention. You still didn’t look up, grabbing the can of Redbull beside you and taking a sip. “Y/N!” He said, loudly.

You shook your head and finally tore your eyes away from the screen. “Oh my god, hi! You’re home! How was the mission? Are you hurt? Did it go well? Any scratches?” You rapidly fired questions at him, the combination of your medication, caffeine and lack of sleep causing you to be in a manic-like state.

Bucky knew about your struggles with ADHD. He knew how hard it was for you to function everyday like everyone else. He saw as you read a passage of your schoolwork over and over and over again because the words just turned to mush on the page. He had listened to you cry at your frustrations over why school was so hard and how you had to put so much brain power and effort into every little task. He knew how you hated the crash of your medication but you needed them to survive, a constant struggle that you had to pick every morning. Did you wanna be able to focus today and not be able to get out of bed after 4pm, or did you wanna be happy but not be able to do a single productive thing?

“Woah, there, take a breath,” he laughed. His eyes scanned the room, looking at the mess surrounding your frame. And he noticed that you were still in your uniform. “Hey, I thought you got home yesterday. Why are you still in your uniform?”

You looked down at yourself, realizing that you had in fact not changed. “Oh, shit. I sat down to do my homework as soon as I got home and-” you stopped abruptly. “Wait, did you say yesterday?”

He looked at you, confusion clouding his expression. “Yeah. It’s Sunday, babe.”

“No, no, that’s impossible. I just got home I’ve only been working for…” you clicked your phone, displaying the date and time. “26 hours…”

“What did you just say? You’ve been working for 26 hours? Babe, have you eaten? Slept? Have you even gone to the bathroom? How did you not know it had been that long?” He was extremely concerned for you. He had seen you manically power through assignments before, but nothing like this.

“I…uh,” you ran your fingers through your hair, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you had been working for so long. “Sandwich,” you pointed to the plate on the ground.

Bucky walked over to the plate and stared at the barely eaten food. “Babe you had like, one bite of this. Is it your meds?”

You nodded. He knew that you often didn’t do simple things to take care of yourself when you took your meds. You would be so focused on the task at hand that you would usually set reminders every hour on your phone, telling you to take care of your basic human needs like eating or going to the bathroom. But you had been in such a frenzy after the mission that you didn’t do it this time.

“Honey, you look exhausted,” he smiled at you sadly.

You shook your head. “Don’t feel tired. I need to keep working. I’ll go in the living room if you wanna unwind.” You grabbed your computer off the floor and started to walk out the doorway but were stopped by a large hand on your shoulder.

“No,” he grabbed your laptop and shut it, holding it over his head.

“Give it back, Bucky!” You began to jump, trying to reach the laptop. Bucky was considerably taller than you, meaning that it was a lost cause for you to try to get your computer from his grasp. He couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable you were, despite his extreme concern for your condition.

“Can’t do that, baby.” He placed the computer on the highest shelf in the room.

“Bucky, I need to keep going. My draft is due tomorrow!”

“And you’ve been working your ass off on it for the past 3 months. And the past 24 hours, alone. Your brain must be fried, baby, especially right after a mission.” He looked at you, eyes pleading for you to just take a break. Even if you felt fine from the extreme amount of medication and caffeine in your system, you were gonna crash soon. “How much medication did you take?”

You thought back to how many times you felt it wear off and opened the bottle. Technically, you could take it every 4-6 hours. You weren’t being that reckless by using it so much, but of course you knew deep down that it wasn’t great to use it so much so frequently. “Uh… 5?” You admitted quietly.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head. “5 times? You've practically been hopped up on Concerta for an entire day straight?”

You didn’t know if the most recent dose was wearing off or if the pull away from the computer was causing it, but you could feel yourself crashing. Exhaustion tugged at your eyes and it fully hit you what you had been doing to yourself. You hated that this was how you were. People never understood how frustrating and debilitating ADHD truly was. There was no real “normal”. The medication made it easier for you to do work, but then you ended up like this. Your eyes filled with angry tears at yourself. “I hate this, Bucky! I hate this so much. I just wanna be able to function and do homework like normal!”

“Oh baby…” he pulled you into a hug. “I know it’s hard for you. I know I won’t ever truly understand how your brain works and what it feels like for you but I know you struggle. But you don’t just struggle, you fight, okay? You’re so smart, you’re the smartest person I know. The things you say, the way your mind works… god, I’m just so amazed by you, honey.”

“I hate the way my mind works!” You cried into him.

“I know baby, I know,” he stroked your hair as you cried, just wanting to bring you comfort. “But you don’t let it stop you. You don’t let your ADHD prevent you from doing and learning all of the things that you want to. You could have given up so many times but you didn’t. And that’s what counts, okay?”

You took a deep breath, calming yourself. You were so tired. And hungry.

“I tell you what, baby. Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll cook us some food. Then you can pick out any sweatshirt of mine that you like and we’ll relax and get some rest.”

His plan sounded so appealing but you still had work to do. “But Bucky, I-”

“Shh. No more working tonight. You still have all day tomorrow to finish up. And it’s only a draft, it doesn’t have to be perfect. Don’t you think taking a look with fresh eyes tomorrow will be good for you?”

“I-” you opened your mouth to argue, but he was right. “Okay,” you sighed. “You’re right.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Oh yeah. Go shower, babe. And wash your hair. Please,” he teased.

“I hate you,” you laughed as you made your way into the bathroom.

You look at a long shower, letting the hot water cleanse both your mind and body. When you walked back out into the living room, in Bucky’s sweatshirt, of course, your favorite meal was sitting on the table. “Oh baby, you didn’t have to do this! You could have just put in a frozen pizza or something.”

Bucky smiled at you. “Hey, I wanted you to have your favorite. Plus I need to make sure you eat enough to nourish yourself after being up for so long.”

After you ate and Bucky also showered, you got into bed. Your eyes were so heavy and you couldn’t even think about the paper anymore, just wanting the soft blanket of sleep to take over.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you whispered as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Always, my love. I’ll help you work more tomorrow, okay? And I’ll make you a deal. Every page you finish, I’ll make you cum,” he whispered seductively.

Within seconds, you were out cold, resting up for the long day of writing and other things that tomorrow had in store.

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remember your first

pairing: hyeongjun x virgin fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 8.2k

summary: music is what started your friendship with your college classmate han hyeongjun, but your virginity is what made it really blossom

warnings: corruption kink, manipulation (light but still be aware), degradation, virgin kink, dacryphilia

contains: hard dom!junhan, protected sex, explicit language, phone sex, dirty talk, pet names, spit kink, face slapping, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, oral (m/f), subtle pet play? masturbation, alcohol consumption, smoking cigarettes, seungmin cameo

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

“This doesn’t make a good first time story.”

Your brows furrow together, as you try to really make sense of Hyeongjun’s words who takes a sip of his ice tea before slouching into his chair.

The cafeteria is packed and you occasionally look around in case your friend doesn’t see on which table you are sitting when she walks in, but also just in case someone you know passes by, and you have to drastically change the conversation.

You don’t want anyone you’re familiar with to hear you’re discussing your virginity.

“Why not? It’s special.”

“Dinner in a fancy restaurant, flowers…” Hyeongjun lifts another finger in the air, repeating what you said earlier about your long awaited first time. The special sensual sex you’ve been dreaming about since you turned eighteen. “Then he takes you to his dorm room where he has candles and shit, yeah none of that is going to happen, Y/N.”

He grins even more widely when he sees your badly covered disappointment. The corners of his eyes wrinkle appealingly, as he looks at you.

“No one does that anymore.”

“I will meet someone who will think exactly the opposite,” you move forward in your seat with a determined look on your face. “Sweet romantic guys like that still exist believe it or not. You’re just not hanging out with crowds where you would meet them.”

You take the little plushie hanging from Hyeongjun’s keychain that’s left on the table to keep your hands busy. Most of the time you don’t mind that you’re approaching the middle of your second college year still a virgin, but this week it seems like you do.

Hyeongjun huffs at your comment, staring at your pouty lips. He’s used to your silly ways of seeing relationships like a rom com movie.

Despite your obvious differences you and Hyeongjun became friendly the first week of your first year in this exact same cafeteria when he noticed you were listening to one of his favorite bands. After he approached you, asking for your name, you were surprised to find out he’s in a band himself. You easily kicked it off after that, and the rest was history. You still haven’t actually hung out outside of your shared lectures in college, but you didn’t really mind it. Most of the time at least…

You’ve thought a few times about asking him for a drink, a friendly drink, but there was always something stopping you to send the message. There’s also the problem with his band members and friend group overall. As the type of people that your mother would mark as a bad example, you didn’t have anything in common with them.

“Even if you do meet the one…” Hyeongjun speaks out the one with a mocking tone, that makes your eyes roll. “You’re still gonna have a boring first fuck.”

He shifts, resting his elbows on the surface of the table, watching you laugh silently. The metal zippers of his black leather jacket hit the table, creating harsh noise against the wooden surface only you can hear.

“You’re not just some ordinary girl like the rest, Y/N,” he speaks out again. “I know this is not what you really want.”

You lower your attention to his lips, because the way his gaze is piercing through your eyes makes you nervous in a way you’ve never felt around him.

“What else could I want…” You ask more yourself than him.

“So much more… Don’t you want the experience to be fun?” He tilts his head curiously, and you catch the silver earring on his right ear dangle around. “Thrilling? Something worth to think back to.”

“For example?”

“Nah…” He moves back with a sigh. “I don’t want to put ideas in your head. Think about it on your own.”

You shake your head at the thought of spending even more time than you already do sobbing over this.

“No, thanks, I’m over it,” you mumble just when you see your friend approaching your table. You wave back at her while finishing your thought. “I’m not just gonna sit and think about this like it’s some kind of homework.”

“Then touch yourself and your mind will do it on its own.”

When your friend greets both of you, throwing her bag on the chair next to yours, she has to greet you again, because you didn’t hear her the first time.

Hyeongjun tosses his backpack over his shoulder, picks up his keys and cellphone from the table.

As you watch him get ready to leave you realise in some new and unusual kind of way your time spent together doesn’t feel enough. Since you don’t share classes for the rest of the week you’re going to see each other next Tuesday, and that has never looked so farther away to you.

“See you next week, Y/N.”

Hyeongjun’s words were following you everywhere. You couldn’t help, but think multiple times a day about what he said being the truth. You can have more fun experiences, you’ve always known that in a random little corner of your mind, but first you have to leave your comfort zone.

While the conversation from the cafeteria is replaying in your head your hand, unintentionally or not, slips under your sweats rubbing gently against your panties. Your lips part to let out a sigh after your fingers stop on your clit, putting light pressure.

It takes a few minutes for you to realise that the image of Hyeongjun is still vivid in your mind. After you slide a finger through your slickness, gasping at the amount of wetness you produced, you comprehend the fact you’re masturbating while thinking about him. You try to block the thought away, but the warm feeling coming from your core is too good to do anything else besides keeping your hand moving.

Turning over on your stomach you repress your moans and hitched breaths into the pillow. You’re so overwhelmed with the sudden rush, that you cannot control your hand on just one single motion. Wanting so desperately to get to the end of this sensation you end up simultaneously rubbing, humping your palm, fingering your pool of arousal while fantasising that your fingers are someone else’s.

Your body begins to shake as you rub as fast as you can till you can’t handle it anymore. You’ve began to do this more frequently than you used to, more than you’d like to admit, but you can’t resist it. However, the obvious thing you can’t ignore is that you’ve never been this wet before as you are this morning. You��ve never felt so high while doing this to yourself, and you’ve never done it with Hyeongjun stuck in your mind.

You lift up startled from the pillows when your phone starts ringing under the sheets. When you find the device your heartbeat suddenly quickens even more at the look of the name displayed on the screen.

Even though you exchanged numbers last year you’ve barely spoken on the phone. You always text each other unless it’s about something important having to do with an assignment that’s easier explained by speaking.

You didn’t have other reasons to call each other.

As your thumb hovers over the green button the wetness under your panties becomes more and more obvious, but you try your best to ignore it despite the cotton fabric practically sticking to it like a second layer of skin.

“Hey,” you greet him after clearing your throat, trying to sound as nonchalantly as possible.

“I was just about to hang up,” says the familiar voice on the other line. “Hey. Did I wake you up?”

“No, no. I’m just… chilling before it’s time to head to class.” Your thighs press against each other harder with each word you say. “What are you up to?”

“I’m with the guys, we’re practicing.”

You did hear a few male voices coming from the distance. You try focusing on them and Hyeongjun, not on your heartbeat that still hasn’t recovered from your intense orgasm.

“Didn’t you mention once that you have classes till four?”

“I did.” A short sound from one of the strings of his guitar sneaks through the speaker, and disappears just as quickly. “I skipped.”

“What are you practicing for?” Your teeth grab your lower lip.

“Actually that’s why I’m calling. We have a small gig on Saturday and I would like it if you come to watch me. If you’re interested.”

“Oh, I’d like that,” you reply, leaning back against the wall.

“Sweet,” Hyeongjun mumbles, and you can hear his perky smile. “I’ll text you the details then.”

You thank him for the invite, and just when you’re about to hang up, he speaks again.

“Y/N, did you…” The sudden note of suspicion in his voice rings in your ear. “Wait.”

You hear shuffling noises followed by a door closing.

“Were you touching yourself?”

“Hyeongjun…” Your throat dries in seconds from panic. “What, why are you asking me that?”

“You sound like you cummed really hard. And it took you some time to pick up the phone.”

The way he said that so comfortably and bluntly brought a fog to your brain that made it even more of a challenge to make up a smart lie on the spot, so you decide to be honest. It’s not like you’re going to talk about sexual things with him for the first time.

“Okay, yeah I did. Wasn’t that what you recommended me to do?” You ask jokingly, but his voice remains calm.

“Good girl.”

The praise causes a halt in your heart.

“What did you think about?” He’s eager to know.

“Uhm, nothing really.”

“Tsk, that can’t be true.”

There’s no way you can be that honest with him right now.

“Mostly about myself… what I was doing. I don’t really know what I want yet if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Have you done oral with someone?”

“I’ve told you I haven’t done anything except kissing and two handjobs, Hyeongjun… Nothing has changed.” You sigh from frustration, sensing the feeling of shame coming back to warm your cheeks. You begin to get suspicious of the sudden silence that lasts a few seconds before you hear of him again.

“I’m just thinking how nice it would be to lick you up right now.” The sentence rolls off his tongue before he makes a temporary pause in which you pin point some muffled noise. “You must be really fucking wet…”

His voice begins to sound more low pitched with a washed out tone, that spreads the warmth from your face everywhere else on your body.

“Virgin girls start dripping from the smallest things. Are you sensitive, Y/N?”

“Yeah…” You focus on the other line in attempt to figure out if he’s doing something other than just talking. “I’m very sensitive.”

You’re now one hundred percent sure he’s jerking himself off as you speak. The moment you hear his first groan your hand slips back into your panties, much faster since you got rid of your sweatpants earlier. You still have arousal lingering between your folds that you bring up to spread over your sensitive clit.

“Did you made yourself cum?” He asks.

“I did, pretty quickly.”

“Tell me how.”

You shut your eyes in contemplation, your hand moves slowly in circles.

“I fucked myself with my fingers…” It seems like the fact you can’t see each other boosts your confidence, and the words start coming out on their own. “First with my legs spread wide, then with my ass up in the air.”

“Fuck—“ Hyeongjun’s heavy breathing follows with a light chuckle, that sounds too erotic in this situation. He’s pleasantly surprised from how forward you are with your answers. “You’ll be so fuckin’ tight… tightest pussy ever.”

His coarse words end in a moan that forces you to speed up your own pleasure too.

“I thought of you the whole time…” You whisper, holding your phone tightly. “That you were here watching me.”

You hear him only cuss quietly as a response. He obviously tries hard to contain his moans in order to not be heard from any of his band members.

“Ah, you won’t be able to stop clenching… But you’ll take it well cause you’ll be dripping for that fuckin’ cock… You want to get your pussy ruined after all… Right, dirty girl?”

Your imagination runs wild trying to picture him with his fist around his cock. His slim fingers painted in black nail polish dancing up and down, squeezing till he spills all over himself.

“I-I do…” Your body slips downwards, as you begin to pump your fingers, once again aiming for another climax. “Yeah, I do.”

“Holy s-shit…” He spits out until the sound of his furious fist slamming against his body is the only thing you can hear before a powerful moan gets stuck in his throat, because he doesn’t have the chance to let it out.

On Friday afternoon during your last lecture of the week you receive a message from Hyeongjun. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of it having something to do with what happened the other day on the phone, but it doesn’t.

the bar will be crowded and really hot

don’t get overdressed

leave your panties at home if you want

“You came.”

You turn to see Hyeongjun with a bottle of beer in hand. He’s still breathing heavily from his performance, and somehow he looks just as captivating as he did on the stage, or even more. You notice that his forehead that’s exposed from his bangs is glistening with sweat, as he settles down on the lounge to take the empty seat next to you.

“Of course, how could I miss it?” You cross your legs, fixing your skirt as you turn to face him better. “You did great. All of you did amazing.”

Hyeongjun’s eyes crawl up your bare legs, from your exposed ankles to the middle of your thighs where your small skirt ends. You listened to him; you did come with as less clothing on your body as possible. Your top that shows some skin around your bellybutton every time you move with those thin almost nonexistent straps doesn’t leave much to the imagination either.

“Last time we were here we sucked.” He leans back, relaxing his body. “Maybe you’ll turn out to be my lucky charm.” The corners of his lips lift up for a moment before he drinks.

The memories from your phone call burst into your mind, and you begin to wonder if he’s going to bring it up tonight. You want him to, but at the same time you know you’re not ready to talk about it just yet, at least not here.

A few people pass by to chat with Hyeongjun. Some you’ve seen around in college, others you meet for the first time. They let him know they loved his band and ask him all kinds of questions about it before leaving.

His band members, all three of them, come along too, crashing on the other side of the lounge. They exchange a few words before Hyeongjun quickly brings his attention back to you.

“You look pretty tonight.”

Your eyebrows raise subtly, as you’re taken aback from the sudden compliment.

“Thanks,” you smile, taking a sip from your glass of white wine that’s getting warmer. You started drinking from it more quickly since Hyeongjun sat down next to you.

A young woman walks up on the stage and starts singing impressively when he leans towards your ear.

“Can you see well?”

Despite your assurance that the view from your seat is great, he still pulls you with his hands, placing you onto his lap.

“Isn’t this better?” His thumb brushes the zip of your skirt, as his hands leave your waist.

You look down to see the way his palms glide on the naked skin of your thighs; the way they slide on the inner surface so his black nails can scratch it gently. His emphasised veins immediately hold your attention. The hint of roughness his fingertips have get your lower tummy excited.

However, as much as his touch electrifies you at this moment, the one thing that makes you swallow your tongue is the feel of your ass resting against his crotch. You freeze, avoiding any kind of possible movement.

“Hey,” he slurs into the crook of your neck, pushing your hair to one side. “Loosen up, it’s just me.”

“I know.”

Hyeongjun takes a shameless whiff of your perfume; he takes the sweetness of it all in, letting it arouse his senses.

Noticing his bottle is empty, he reaches towards the table to pick up another. This forces his chest to press against your back, letting his body heat to sink into your spine through the thin fabric of his graphic tee that allows you to feel every part and muscle of his chest.

He swiftly opens the beer with the lighter he uses for his cigarettes while he keeps his arms around your waist. He guides the neck of the glass bottle to your glossy lips and the strong smell hits you.

“Wanna sip?”

“Sure,” you mumble. You’ve never tried beer before and you quickly find out it’s not your thing.

Hyeongjun looks closely at the view of your plump lips wrapped around the bottle, before chuckling at the drastic change in your expression after the taste invades your mouth.

“I don’t like it.” You wipe off the few droplets of alcohol from the corner of your mouth.

He drinks after you right away just to gather all the spit and lipstick you left on the glass.

A moment later, as the vibrant song continues, you notice the bottle going down in your lap. If you did have an idea of what Hyeongjun might be up to, you would’ve reacted differently, but you didn’t, so you jerk up as if something just bit you, grabbing on his wrist.

“Hyeongjun!”

You look around every corner of the place. Thankfully everyone’s attention is focused somewhere else, and the crowd is swaying around.

“So you did follow all my orders.”

Orders. Not advice, or suggestions.

Orders. The word comes with a certain weight that presses the back of your tongue leaving you speechless.

The cold bottle is now settled between your spread thighs, and presses harder against your naked cunt. Your tummy begins to clench from all the different sensations coming together.

“Mmhp…” You use the sound of desperation as some sort of an answer. The wetness that’s dripping from the glass begins to glide down your pussy creating a nice ticklish feel to it.

“Move.” Hyeongjun brushes his lips against your ear while caging you in place with his left arm. “Come on, horny girl, it will feel so good. It already does, see?” The hard cold surface moves under your skirt to rub your clit satisfyingly.

You roll your hips once, grinding against the thick length of the beer bottle. Then twice. Eventually you begin to ride it delicately - the beer bottle and Hyeongjun’s semi hard on.

The coldness spreads all over your intimate flesh, kissing your clit, and you feel the urge to moan. The sound keeps building up in your throat, as you continue with the motions, encouraged by the warm knot in your core, and Hyeongjun’s voice over your shoulder that turns you just as woozy.

“That’s it, sweetheart… Told you it will feel nice.” He places his first kiss on your neck, wet and slow, allowing you to really feel his tongue. “Keep going.”

You do your best at moving not too fast, not too obviously, but it’s getting harder. You wish you could do it quick and just let the rush take over.

“Hyeongjun, no more..”

“We’re not leaving till you cum on that bottle.”

He doesn’t seem to hesitate to command you at all. His hot breath fans your skin just below your earlobe, but the excitement from it cannot compare to the one you feel every time he tells you what to do. It can barely compare to the thrill of doing this in public around so many people. The exciting energy doubles every time you hear the roughness in his demanding voice; every time you feel his lips on the back of your neck, curling up lazily in a provocative smile.

“Don’t pretend to be that innocent…” He nibbles the space between your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps. “Not in front of me.”

Your one hand holds on the table in front of you, for support, as the other stays on top of Hyeongjun’s which is gripping your thigh.

“What if someone sees?”

“I’m pretty sure you’d enjoy that.”

The live music and loud cheers swallow your blissful sounds during the last moments of your breaking point. You ride out the ecstatic rush slow and steady which seems to make it even more intense to the point your lower body quivers vividly. The squirms give Hyeongjun’s erection such irresistible friction that he helps himself out by biting your skin to bare it more easily.

Hyeongjun lifts the beer in front of your face after he moves you to sit sideways on his right thigh, so he can have a better vew at your flushed face. His left hand traps your plush thighs together with fingers half hidden under the lower part of your skirt.

“This is a great brand,” he points out, glancing at his hand than back at you.

You can read the challenge in his dark gaze and you know what you need to do.

You stick out your tongue and lick up where all your essence lies. Without opening your eyes yet, you let it glide all the way to the bottle’s edge which you twirl the tip of your tongue around.

Hyeongjun smiles at the little ways you uncover your dirty nature to him; he couldn’t wait to see all of it.

“You have a pretty tongue,” his thumb and index finger catch your chin. “Show me again.” He says with a voice so low it sounds like he’s entranced by you.

Two of his fingers crawl inside your mouth, feeling the warm moisture of your pink tongue. They go deeper. Deep as they can, till the knuckles of the rest of his fingers dig into your chin, and it makes you gag. He glides them back against the soft texture, and sees you close your glistening lips tightly, not letting them go just yet. The sight of you sucking on them while maintaining eye contact doubles the pressure in his lower region.

“I always had a feeling you’ll turn out to be a secret slut.” His fingers pull out slowly, bringing your bottom lip downward, exposing a row of teeth.

“Who did you see?” He asks after he catches you staring in a different direction.

“It’s the guy I—“

“Seungmin?” He cuts you off with an intrigued tone that you can’t decide if it sounds more fake than real. “Didn’t you have a crush on him at one point?”

“Yeah, I did. I’m far from his type though.”

“What does that mean? That he doesn’t have an eye for sweet pretty girls like you? That’s bullshit.” Hyeongjun shifts his focus on Seungmin that’s leaning over one of the tables few feet away from you. “Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“Right now?”

“Now.” He replies. “Maybe he can be your first,” he turns to look at you again, but this time with a more serious expression.

“Are you saying I should flirt with Seungmin?”

“Not necessarily,” he makes a pause before adding: “It’s enough for you to just smile and look pretty in your little skirt. Go.” His hand smacks your thigh.

It’s like he can see right through your face that you prefer to be with him than anyone else right now, that’s why he’s smiling. But you can’t say no. Not to Hyeongjun.

You don’t want to.

“Hey,” you greet Seungmin when you go up to him.

He’s standing still behind a messy table with a drink in hand. From the look of it, it seems that he came here with someone that’s currently absent. Probably at the dance floor or at the bar for drinks.

“Hey, Y/N.” He shouts over the music. “I never expected to see you here.”

“I got invited.”

Seungmin moves closer to you, eyeing your face under the dim lights. He looks pleasantly surprised to see you.

“By who? I should thank him.”

His cheeky smirk turns into more of a curious expression with the corners of his lips curled up when he eventually notices Hyeongjun observing your interaction.

“Ah, I see. You two seem close.”

“Yeah, we’re good friends.” You make a step to get closer. “I came to cheer for his band.”

“Friends…” The word slips with suspicion from the boy’s tongue as he repeats it. “So he wouldn’t mind if I do this?” His finger reaches for your lips where a strand of your hair is sticking to your lipgloss. He removes it carefully, tucking it with the rest of your hair behind your ear.

You shake head at his question, glancing up to meet his eyes. They’re a bit hazed from the creeping effects of the alcohol, but mostly focused on you; smiling as in an invitation for something.

“Would you mind if I take you away from him for a few minutes?” He raises a brow, anticipating your answer.

“No.”

You follow Seungmin through a small corridor leading to the bathrooms. He shuts the door behind you and locks lips with yours right away, pressing you against the wall. You let him lower his mouth down your neck appreciating the way he handles you gently despite his obvious eagerness.

“You can touch me already if you want,” he suggests against your lips.

You move your hand from his chest to the waistband of his pants. When you feel his semi hard on in your palm the doubts of your actions come to you, and you pull back.

“I’m sorry…” You look down at your feet, too nervous to face him. “I’m not sure this is right.”

Seungmin peels of his palms from the wall you’re leaning on, and simply nods.

“It’s alright.” He shoots you a sincere half smile, not minding the situation. “Enjoy the rest of the night.”

“You too,” you smile back watching him exit the bathroom.

You walk towards the sink to check up on your reflection in the mirror above. The effects Hyeongjun has on you are written all over your face.

A moment later after you return to your table Hyeongjun asks you to join him outside for a smoke.

The chilly wind brushes over your skin, as you walk out the door, but after spending time in the humid atmosphere of the crowded bar it feels refreshing despite the shivers.

Hyeonjun steps behind you with a cigarette between his lips to put his black denim jacket over your shoulders. He brought it expecting the breeze to be chilly since fall is approaching.

He can sense damn well what happened between you and Seungmin, and his crooked smile proves it. He doesn’t bother asking questions he knows the answers to, so he skips this conversation.

“Wanna get out of here? There’s a cheap hotel nearby where we can spend the rest of the night.”

An immediate spark pops in your eyes when you hear the invitation. You don’t succeed at hiding it in time, and Hyeongjun catches the glimmer, holding onto it as he cuts the distance between you.

“Why didn’t you ask me this earlier?”

“Why does it matter?” He asks back, letting the smoke slip through his lips.

“Because I was going to say yes.”

Hyeongjun’s brows jump intrigued.

Were you really so unaware? Can’t you see the true motives behind his actions?

“So now the answer is no?”

You take a moment to respond, cause you didn’t really get the chance to think about what’s your final decision.

After tossing his cigarette in the bin, Hyeongjun walks over to you again.

“Listen, baby,” he speaks softly and the name he suddenly calls you sends waves of electricity through your veins. “I know exactly what you want, I just need to hear you say it.” He slides up the loose strap of your top that was hanging from your shoulder. “It seemed like you needed a little help to figure out your real needs, and I was more than nice to give it to you. Didn’t you learn some new things about yourself the last few days? I certainly did.”

His hands trap you against the wall as he leans in. Once again you’re at loss for words, but not so much because of nervousness, but because of how badly you crave to be kissed by him.

“You’re a dirty girl who needs to be told what to do. You get off to being watched. You wet yourself when there’s a chance you might be caught and humiliated… or scolded.” He grips your jaw and you have nowhere to look except his dark seductive eyes. “Will the sweet guys you think you want like that?”

His smile at your wordless reply lasts a second longer, as he checks out your lips that don’t sparkle anymore.

“Tsk, Seungmin wiped off your lipstick.”

You dismiss the comment. His previous words take over your entire mind, and they shock you only because Hyeongjun found out about them before you did.

“Should I put on some more for you?” Your voice comes out with a hint of provocation just as he brushes his thumb over the corner of your mouth.

Why hasn’t he kissed you yet?

Your place your hand cautiously over his that’s resting on the side of your face. You’re begging to hear yes; begging to hear the invitation again so you can agree, and let him take you wherever he wants, and do whatever he feels is right for you.

“How did it feel kissing him? You must’ve dreamed about it a lot.”

“It was good…” You mutter, capturing every little bit of emotion his face could make as you continue your thoughts. “It was pretty much how I imagined it would go.”

“Great.” He whispers with dry calmness before pressing his lips together.

“But it’s not enough. That’s not what I want anymore.” You admit. “I want more. You.”

His hands roam all over you, gripping your flesh shamelessly as if you’re going to slip away any second now, but you’re not going anywhere. This is where you belong. In a small plain room of a hotel you’ve never heard the name of; with him.

You turn around, allowing him to smack your ass, as you crawl to the centre of the bed. When you peek behind your shoulder you see he’s already shirtless keeping his eyes on the way your pleated skirt exposes your bare ass.

Your plush thighs stay slightly spread apart, anticipating what’s coming.

“Did he touch here?” He runs one fingertip between your soft folds which makes you fumble over one simple word.

“No.”

“Were you going to let him if he wanted to?”

Your ass is up in the air tempting Hyeongjun to go further by bumping your entrance with the same finger. There’s already a new moisture collecting inside you, enough to spread it up to your clit and make your entire pussy slippery.

“No, I wasn’t going to…” You mumble, but hiss right after, cause your cheek jiggles from a new smack. The stinging warmth spreads on your skin pleasantly.

“Took you some time to answer,” Hyeongjun notes, digging his rings into your plush flesh by squeezing both butt cheeks. “You’re so fuckin’ desperate to pop your cherry, aren’t you? Gonna let anyone touch you, pathetic.” He moves one hand in front of you, while the other sneaks into your hair. His fingers tug on your roots not too harsh, but not too gently either, just enough to signal that you have to rise up on the instant. “Must really suck having to rub your clit every day all by yourself, poor girl.”

You mewl from the circling motions that rapidly stimulate your sensitive clit, as he keeps your back against his chest. His fingers apply more pressure than what you’re used to and the result quickly makes your mind fuzzy.

“If we’re going to do this you’ll need to learn how to use your words, kitten.” He quits the rubs and releases your hair. “Lay down.” His voice comes behind your shoulder in addition to the harsh sound of a new slap landing on your cheek.

You watch him kneel between your legs, spreading them apart with a burning flame in his eyes. However, first he wants to pull down the straps of your top before he goes down on you. He drags it down your chest, leaving it just above your bellybutton.

Hyeongjun has thought of your boobs so many times that now when they’re finally right in front of him he cannot contain the curses. His shameless stare doesn’t miss the way your nipple perks up after he flicks it with his finger. Everything about you is so delicate and succumbed to his control. Since you’re not used to being touched every single rub, pinch and squeeze from his hand has you gasp, and your dazed eyes amazed.

You need so little to get on cloud nine, but little is far from enough for Hyeongjun.

That’s why when he lays down to dive into your slickness he forces his tongue roughly shooting strong rush of arousal into your core. The hungry way he laps on your juices is almost maniacally like he’s been waiting for this forever. He holds your shaking thighs that threaten to close around him, as he rolls his tongue over your clit before guiding it to your entrance.

“Gotta be soaked if you want to take me, doll.” He groans into your folds before pulling back to spit on your cunt.

He shoves two fingers inside you, making you yelp. His heavy from lust gaze moves on your flushed face all scrunched from the intense sensations that you struggle to comprehend. The captivating sight of your reactions encourages his hand to move mercilessly in and out of you; the way you clench tight just how he imagined you would provokes his pace even more.

“Feels better when someone else does it for you, doesn’t it horny girl?”

“So much b-better, Hyeongjun… please, m-more…”

He bends down and you take a close look of his mouth and sharp chin glistening with your essence.

“Your mess is all over my face, clean me up.”

Your tongue starts roaming around his mouth, cleaning carefully the corners, until stopping on his lips where you take your time gathering your juices. While you do this task his fingers have put their scissoring motion on pause, and the burning temptation to cum lingers inside you strongly as ever. Only his middle finger is teasing with miniature bumps back and forth, that you can hear the sound of in the silent room.

You suck hungrily on his bottom lip when you’re done, and that turns into the last straw for Hyeongjun. He smashes his mouth onto yours for the very first time, resuming to building back the pressure in your tummy at the same time.

The on going whimpers you make from your climax erupting so quick get lost and swallowed from the lushful contact of your lips, moving more greedily with each passing second.

You wrap hands around his neck to pull him closer, but to also have something to grab onto for support, as your body begins to convulse under his figure. The moment the wave hits you, your mouth opens in a silent scream and you tilt your head back, pressing onto the pillow.

“Cum again for me, kitten, that’s it.” His voice goes lower and lower, as he watches you continue to squirm in the little skirt, mewling weakly from not able to control yourself at all. “So good at this…” He arches his fingers against your sweet spot a few more seconds, then takes them out to slap your vulnerable clit a few times as a praising gesture.

“I’m impressed, you’re doing so well for a virgin.” Hyeongjun pulls back, and gets up to get rid of his jeans.

Your attention span is so weak at this moment, but it’s not possible to miss the appealing features of his silhouette when he goes to look for his jacket to grab a condom, as you later find out. The waistband of his black boxers contrast against the tanned skin of his slim waist while the prominent contour of his erection has you anticipating to see what it looks like.

You heard him orgasm, but you haven’t seen him do it.

“Take these off, doll.”

You strip, but your eyes still stay focused on his body language. The nerves of seeing his cock being released from the stained fabric of his underwear, make the knot of energy in your tummy swirl with a new speed. Finally being able to free it must have made him feel good based off the long sigh that escapes through his lips when he takes it into his hand.

He tells you to turn around on your knees, and soon enough you feel his tip gliding between you folds through the protection. Although you’re squelching from how wet you are, the first inch Hyeongjun forces into your tight entrance makes you cry out.

“O-oh my god—“ You grip on the sheets when a sharp pain shoots through your lower region. Your feet move uncontrollably as the stinging continues to burn inside you, spreading everywhere. “Fuck, it hurts…”

“Just think about how good I’m gonna fuck you when you’re streched out for me.” Hyeongjun grips your hips, threatening to leave a few bruises, as his face twitches with pleasure. His erection is so overwhelmed from your tightness that it keeps throbbing, making him want to cum on the spot. “Isn’t this what you want, pretty girl? Getting fucked like a whore?”

“Yesyesyes—“ Your response melts into a wail when you feel the agony from the rest of his size going all the way through you. Tears start to form in the corner of your eyes and you try your best to hold them in.

It doesn’t get easier when he begins to thrust into you, but the only thing you can do is take it, and hope it does soon. The sound of his body clashing into your behind sounds so arousing; his loud moans excite you even more; you don’t want any of it to stop, so you pull one of the pillows and bite, suppressing your hiccups miserably.

Until he covers your mouth and you’re left sobbing in his palm.

“Shhh, it will go away. Stop fuckin’ crying,” he rumbles, just because he loves the sound of the command, not because he really wants you to.

After he changes the position by laying you on your back you really realise how much you turn him on when you cry. For this year and a half since you’ve known each other, he’s never looked at you like this once - as if he’s trying to memorise every detail that makes up your face. You’ve catched yourselves staring before; you’re always the one to look away pretending your attention was meant to be directed somewhere else, while he on the other hand never has a problem in holding his gaze on you.

But it was never like this.

Hyeongjun follows the erotic stains of your tears like hypnotised until you hang arms around his shoulders, pulling him back into reality.

“Don’t stop…” You sneak your fingers into his dark hair, but as much as he likes the feeling of it he quickly grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Don’t stop what?”

“Fucking me… Please, I want this.”

Your voice breaks in the middle of a desperate moan after Hyeongjun fills you up again in one rough push. His strong cravings dictate his speedy pace in addition to his desire to see you completely fucked out under him that results in degrading words to keep flying out of his mouth.

“You liked that, huh..” He growls, as your whines that now sound like they come more from pleasure than from pain, begin to rise with each slam his cockhead gives your g-spot. “Does my slut starts to feel good, tell me.” He shifts in order his hand to find your clit and rub it with quick motions, that has you rolling your eyes back.

“Soo g-good… l-love it so much..” You blink up through your coiled lashes, mumbling incoherently through whimpers, “f-fuck—“ You gasp, taken aback by his hand suddenly moving from your cunt to your throat. You feel his fingers hugging your neck, putting the ideal amount of pressure on both sides to get you dizzy, as his hips do not plan on slowing down.

“Gonna fuck you so good you won’t settle for anything less than my cock, you hear me.. Nothing will ever feel like this again, kitten.”

You try to hold onto every word he says, as they send waves of arousal in your tummy, but it all becomes too much and they start slipping from your mind the second Hyeongjun mutters them in his panting.

“Look at me,” he grunts. “Don’t be pathetic, look at me as I fuck you.” He scoffs at the way your smeared with makeup eyelids barely stay open. “Rub your clit, come on. Don’t just lay there.”

“Mhhm…” A noise of desperation slips from your trembling lips immediately when your fingers get in contact with your overstimulated nerves. You don’t even need to press against it, a light brush is enough to bring your climax, when the rest of you is scorching from his pounds. “Hyeong— ‘m gonna cum—“

“Tsk,” Hyeongjun clicks with his tongue before turning your head with a slap. Your hand automatically pulls away from your clit. “That’s not the way, pretty one. What do whores say when they want to cum?”

“Please… let me cum, p-please.”

“Better,” he lifts his upper body up, locking eyes with your pleading gaze. The multiple orgasms are starting to take their toll on you, and you look so captivating with your miserable tears, and little head in the clouds. His curiosity has him already wonder how much more you can handle, but at the same time he wants to save some things for the future. “You’re trying your best, so I’ll let it slide.”

You feel the burning rush rising to flood your body, and your eyes squeeze from embarrassment, however, a moment later they open from a warning smack on your thigh.

“Look at me as you cum, doll. Is this all it takes to fuck you dumb?” He takes a peek at your boobs, bouncing with every shove of his length, then brings them back to your one hand toying with your sore clit. “Already sleeping on me, holy shit—“

Hyeongjun’s face contorts the moment you suck his cock in, tightening around his thickness. He remains silent, wanting to focus on your moans that elevate and become heavier as your mind goes blank. The condom gets fully soaked from you, as you cum even harder.

With all the strength he has, Hyeongjun slams the tip of his cock into your deepest spot, sloppier, but just as intense, waiting for your high to cool off before he pulls out.

As his own panting normalises, he gets up, slipping off the messy wrapper from his shaft.

“Come,” he calls out, standing on his feet in front of the bed. His fist is caressing his now bare cock through slow tugs. “Yeah, crawl to me, kitten.” He eyes the trouble you have using your wobbly legs with a satisfying smirk on his face.

“Stay.”

You freeze on all fours with palms close to the edge of the mattress.

It’s right in your face. There’s no condom to hide it, and you see the angry redness of his leaking tip. You can’t help, but gulp your drooling over and over again, as he lowers it down to your mouth.

“I’ve only done it with my hand,” you confess when he gets closer with the swollen head between his fingers.

“Just stay still and don’t forget to breathe.” He simply states, but then decides there’s one small thing he can help you out with. “Open your mouth for me.”

You blink up showing him a glimpse of your pink tongue. It takes you some to figure out what he’s planning on doing. Just after you notice the thick string of spit escaping his lips you realise you have to catch it. You stand in the same position dismissing the ache in your sore muscles, as you wait for his saliva to fall in your mouth.

Seeing it finally glide to the back of your tongue, Hyeongjun invites his cock in your small mouth with an unexpected persistence that makes you wince on your knees. He finds it cute that after all this time he has you under his control you still expect him to go easy on you.

“Wanna see you take all of it, fuck,” he whispers, and his hand resting on the back of your head feels your attempts to pull back already. “If you want to get fucked like a slut, you should start sucking dick like one. Come on, make your mouth just as filthy as your pussy,” he gives you an encouraging slap, feeling his erection through your cheek. “Prove to me you make a good whore.”

He pushes your head towards his lower abdomen, letting you slobber his length as much as possible. The loud groan you hear above you after his tip stays in the deepest part of your throat sends shivers down your spine. You wish you could make him feel this good without any of his guidance.

As he said, you make sure to keep breathing through your nose simultaneously fighting back the urge to gag from the unsettling taste the rubber of the condom has left on him. You force your tongue to move as much as possible, roaming wherever it can reach, as you bob your head slowly after his hand stops keeping you pressed into his tummy.

“That’s it, make it wet, doll.”

Your eyes look up innocently tempted by the subtle praise. You even let out a satisfied moan that shoots pleasant vibrations through his core, causing Hyeongjun to hum with his fingers tangling in your hair. But you couldn’t resist the emotions; seeing his dark messy hair falling into his face that’s contorted by the pleasure he’s receiving from you, brings you just as strong delight.

A moment later the bitterness on your tongue becomes too much, and you have to spit him out despite not wanting to. Your head falls defeated when you begin to gag embarrassed by your behaviour.

“Shit, it just started to feel good, what do you think you’re doing, huh?”

“I’m sorry, it’s the condom, the—“

“I don’t fuckin’ care,” Hyeongjun cuts you off, tilting your wet chin up. “I want to cum, are you denying me that?”

You shake your head watching him with apologetic hazy eyes.

“I’ll do better,” you quietly say under your breath. Your heart skips a beat when he squats, leaning in so close your noses almost brush against one another. You close your eyes anticipating the thrilling touch of his lips, but you know you have to work for that, and you quickly look back at him. “Spit on me… again.”

Hyeongjun’s eyes widen with surprise, and he stands up straight.

“Please,” you add the magic word, and you see his dark gaze sparkling from how exciting it sounds in your voice. “I deserve it.”

He doesn’t hesitate to grip your jaw, holding your head steady, and spit at the centre of your face. He does it one more time, then another, till your scrunched features have enough of it.

You open your eyes to his cock tapping your cheek before spreading the saliva everywhere on your face, and forcing it through your lips.

This time you succeed in bearing both the taste and the pain of his size bullying your throat a bit easier. You begin to get used to it, but the fact Hyeongjun’s quick hips do all the work helps you out too - this way you don’t even have the time or the ability to think about anything at all.

He glides in and out of your mouth mercilessly, not paying attention if you struggle or not. The knot in his core is so close to snapping as your eyes fill with tears again, the thought of slowing down or opening his eyes doesn’t even cross his mind.

“Fuck, fuck—“ he groans in a much weaker voice than before. The new vulnerable note to his tone makes it obvious he’s close. “God… yeah, swallow it, kitten.”

You do your best to stay still as he releases his orgasm while throbbing between your hollowed cheeks.

The intense fluttering that follows in your chest from his hand roughly closing your mouth to keep it all in makes you smile shyly, before you take his warm seed down your throat.

“Your first time eating my cum.”

It was your first time of many things.

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HAIKYUU X THE OFFICE AU — EPISODE SIX: SUGA’S GOT A SECRET

pairing: sugawara koushi x female reader

description: now that ukai knows of sugawara’s feelings for you, it’s only a matter of time before the big secret spreads throughout the office, leaving sugawara with plenty of damage control to do.

word count: 6.3k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: tumblr keeps playing games when it comes to this au showing up in tags, which may be because of “foul” language apparently, so i’m gonna “censor” this episode and see what happens. it will be uncensored on ao3 though. if you missed episode five, IT IS VERY IMPORTANT THAT YOU READ IT. it’s INSANELY annoying how tumblr keeps messing with me, and that’s honestly why i (along with literally every writer on here) press about reblogs. likes don’t do anything, reblogs do. not to sound like a pain in the ass, but how can you expect your favorite authors to feel inclined to write if you’re not helping them get exposure? anyway… i feel really good about this episode creativity wise (as i reworked the original episode a TON), and think it might be one of the better episodes i’ve written along with next week’s valentine’s episode. i hope you enjoy!

tags: @toorubobatea @intorder @dragon-slayer5 @femme-lune @jeanboyjean @cowgirlikets @okkoiktoru @darthferbert @kazuchaos @bakagun1312 @beingbrokenfitsus @mumblepingu @daedaep69 @intheewrld @msbyomimi @sukxma @akari-fujikawa @milkteeboba @5sos-wdw @todorokiskitten

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for the second time today, you returned to your desk with your teapot full of hot water. it was scorching against your hands, but you had to be careful with your steps in order to avoid any spills. you’ve been doing this practically everyday since the office christmas party, so none of your coworkers were phased by it anymore.

“hot, hot, hot.” you whisper to yourself.

you place the teapot down and let out a sigh of relief before sitting down in your chair. the crew watched as you pour the hot water into a mug and pulled out a dish full of sugar of creamer packets, ones you recently acquired so you could be more efficient with your tea. it wasn’t necessarily the excitement the documentary was hoping for, but they kept the cameras on you in anticipation for something with suga to hopefully come up. unfortunately, nothing spicy had occurred.

you stirred everything together before taking a sip, letting out an “ah, that’s the stuff.”

•••

“i’ve been loving the teapot suga got me for christmas.” you say with a grin. “it gives me an excuse to drink more tea rather than coffee at the office, and not the kind you spill, if you catch my drift.”

you give a wink to the camera, but there might as well be crickets as none of the documentary crew laughed at your joke.

“none of you found that funny?” you pout.

•••

out of nowhere, daichi huffed and puffed as he emerged from the break room. “ugh, who in god’s name spilled coffee in the break room and didn’t clean it up?”

not again, you think to yourself. there was always someone leaving a mess somewhere in the office. it was like working with a bunch of children most of the time. you could almost always point your finger on who was to blame, but it’s not like anyone would admit their wrongs, like tanaka, who was responsible for most messes in the office.

“wasn’t me.” he immediately objected. you almost wonder if he spoke up first on purpose so the suspicion would go to someone else.

“you know i don’t drink coffee.” tsukishima said, which was true. you would find him always drinking some sort of strawberry soda, which you tried once and swore it was the most disgusting drink you ever tasted.

“yeah, and y/n has just been drinking tea lately.” suga spoke up. he immediately regretted saying anything as tsukishima, yamaguchi, kiyoko, yachi, and tanaka all collectively eyed each other. his cover was slipping terribly, but suga couldn’t help but feel the need to defend your honor.

“well, whoever did it needs to clean it up because i’m not doing it.” daichi crossed his arms.

“you know no one is gonna fess up, daichi.” tsukishima rolled his eyes. “this happens every time.”

“and i’m not gonna be stuck with the mess again!” he whined. “it’s like how you all expect asahi to reach everything on the top shelf when we invested in stepladders for a reason. those things weren’t cheap.”

the camera panned over to asahi as everyone quickly turned their heads to look at him. “why… why are you guys looking at me like that?”

“well, some of our coworkers happen to be leprechauns, you know.” kageyama said, evoking gasps out of hinata and nishinoya.

“oh, that’s not—” you began to say before covering your mouth with your hand. it was best if you kept out of this one.

“kageyama, that’s offensive to short people!” hinata exclaimed with a pout. “after everything we’ve been through…”

“my point still stands.” kageyama shrugged.

before hinata and kageyama could break out into a fight for the umpteenth time—one where tanaka would definitely yell out “world star!” and pull out his phone to record—ukai came out of his office in order to investigate what his employees were arguing about rather than actually working.

“something the matter? what’s with all the chatter?” he asked, immediately recognizing his clever rhyme. “oh, i rhymed! that’s bars right there.”

“someone spilled coffee on the floor in the break room and left it there.” daichi explained to him. “as if this office needs any more mess, it’s a disaster around here. we need to do something about the cleanliness of our work environment.”

“hmm… let me think.” ukai stood there pondering for a minute, resembling the thinker. some of you wondered if he was posing that way just for the sake of striking a pose. it definitely wouldn’t be a surprise if he was.

“uh, hello? earth to ukai?” daichi waved his hand in front of ukai, thinking he was frozen.

“i’m thinking.” he muttered, trying to stay as still as possible, down to barely moving his mouth. yeah, he was posing just to pose. typical.

everyone continued to wait for ukai to suggest literally anything, but he stayed in his position for far too long. thankfully, yamaguchi decided to speak up, but he would quickly be shut down by ukai.

“why don’t we all just clean the whole office together—”

“let’s all just clean the whole office together!” ukai interrupted yamaguchi, taking all the credit. “yes!”

“i just said that…” yamaguchi frowned.

“it’s spring cleaning, baby!” ukai clasped his hands together.

“but it’s not even spring?” tanaka questioned. he should know better than to question his boss at this point.

“so? who cares?” ukai shrugged. “don’t make me assign you to cleaning the men’s room.”

“no, please! anything but that!” tanaka begged. ukai instantly found joy in this, giving the camera a sinister, yet also off-putting stare.

•••

“i’m such a genius. if you do your spring cleaning in the winter, then you won’t have to do anything in the spring!” ukai said, praising himself as if it were his idea. “only i could think of such big brained ideas.”

“yamaguchi suggested it before you spoke over him.” a crew member spoke up, having documented it on camera.

“who?” ukai furrowed his eyebrows. it was almost hilarious how he couldn’t remember who he was.

•••

while some were assigned to clean certain parts of the office, others were cleaning out their desks, which everyone was mandated to do today. it seemed like “spring” cleaning wasn’t such a bad idea after all as many found random miscellaneous items, having no idea when they were from. tanaka even discovered why his desk had such an odd odor, which was because of an expired donut. everyone gagged at the sight and smell of it as he chucked it in a trash can and ran off.

as you were cleaning out your drawers, yachi walked up to your desk with a bottle of carpet cleaner and a scrubbing brush.

“hey, y/n. here’s that carpet cleaner you asked for.” she said as she placed it down on your desk.

you look up from what you’re doing and see yachi right in front of you. you had been waiting for your chance to use it as there were limited resources to share. thankfully yachi agreed to give it to you after she was done with it.

“oh my god, thank you.” you let out a sigh of relief. “daichi would flip if he saw the coffee stains under my desk.”

“trust me, i know… we’re desk buddies.” yachi groaned. she wasn’t particularly fond of the seating arrangement around here. at least you had your own little space, one where suga could steal pining glances as much as he desired, which reminded her. “how’s wedding planning going, by the way? did you start yet?”

the initial excitement of finally setting a wedding date sent you into overdrive, your mind racing of all the things that needed to be done to prepare for a wedding. as much as you dreamed of this, you didn’t think you’d be stuck doing all of the planning alone. ryo hadn’t made a single contribution yet, and despite your families expecting you to walk down the aisle, some doubts couldn’t help but brew up in your head.

“oh, uh, i bought my veil recently.” you reply. you hadn’t even picked a dress yet, despite having a long way to go, but picking a veil just seemed easier for right now.

“aw, that’s so exciting!” yachi couldn’t help but feel bad that suga was overhearing this conversation, given his eyes were fixated on you as he waited for you to speak, which wasn’t that hard to notice. “how are you gonna do your hair then?”

“well, i was thinking about wearing it down. kind of like—” you take out your hair clip and let your hair down, fluffing it up a bit to show yachi. “—maybe something like this?”

suga felt his heart still for a moment as he intently watched you fiddle with your hair. he wished he’d seen you like this before as you always wore your hair up at work. why were you hiding such beauty? it pained him to think about ryo always being the one to see your hair untamed like this at home. even if you failed to realize it, you were drop dead gorgeous in suga’s eyes.

“wow, you look so beautiful. you’re gonna make people cry.�� yachi said, already able to think of one person without hesitation.

as yachi spoke a little too loud, ukai—being the nosy boss he is—overheard your conversation and decided to butt in. with poor timing, at that. “woah, y/n. why don't you wear your hair like that all the time? it's so much hotter than what you usually do.”

you cringe and roll your eyes as you reach for your hair clip. suga let out a sigh, wanting the savor the sight for a little longer. maybe another time, he hoped.

“man, this must be torture for you.” ukai said as he walked past suga. suga’s eyes widen as he looked around to see if anyone overheard that, and thankfully no one did. everyone was too occupied with cleaning to bother, it seemed.

•••

“yeah, on the booze cruise i told ukai about some feelings i used to have for y/n.” suga explained, albeit poorly. “i was just… feeling nostalgic, i guess, and i decided to confide in the world's worst confidant.”

used to have? even the documentary crew could see right through such a pathetic lie.

•••

later that day, suga knocked on ukai’s office door. as expected, he wasn’t cleaning his office one bit. do as ukai says, not as ukai does, apparently. it wasn’t a shock, to be honest.

“hey, ukai.” suga said as he entered ukai’s office. ukai quickly turned down the volume on his computer—seemingly not doing any productive office work either—and looked up to see what suga wanted. “remember that thing i told you on the booze cruise about y/n?”

“boy, do i?” ukai asked. he had been reeling ever since the bombshell was revealed to him. it was more exciting than the lame reality tv he usually watched at home. “of course i do.”

“well, that was, uh, pretty personal, so if you can just…” suga paused. how could he make this sound the least offensive to his boss? “if you can make sure you don’t tell anyone else about it, that would be great.”

“what? oh yeah, my lips are sealed. like the bangles song.” ukai said.

suga furrowed his eyebrows. he didn’t feel confident in that answer. “that was the go-go’s.”

“just get back to cleaning.” ukai scoffed.

“you got it.” suga nodded. it seemed he just had to take ukai’s word for it, but some worry still lingered.

•••

“suga and i are great friends. we hang out a ton, mostly at work, but the fact that he poured his heart out to me about y/n during booze cruise says everything about our friendship.” ukai said. “and because of that, i intend on keeping that information a secret for as long as i possibly can.”

“are you implying that it will spill out eventually?”

“course not. i’m the best at keeping secrets.” ukai then started to sweat profusely. he cannot keep this secret for long. “is it hot in here all of the sudden?”

•••

while suga was cleaning his desk, ukai emerged from his office with what seemed like the sole purpose of bothering him. his careful tiptoeing towards suga was evident, even if he tried to be sneaky. “suga…”

“yeah, ukai?” he looked up, ruining ukai’s opportunity to potentially scare him.

“whatcha doin’?” ukai asked. “you like football?”

“uh, ya know, cleaning. like you asked me to.” suga deadpanned. “plus, i’m more of a volleyball guy.”

“oh, yeah, makes sense.” ukai said before getting to the real point of this conversation. “so, any news on you know who?”

suga initially wondered why ukai would be bothering him like this, especially in the middle of the day, but now it was painfully obvious. of course it would be about you, but here, right on the open floor? it’s like ukai was asking to publicly embarrass suga. the poor lad had been through enough embarrassment these past few months. the documentary has seemingly only made it worse.

“time and place, ukai.” suga shook his head in annoyance.

“i just want to know more about your love life, suga.” ukai pouted. of course, he had some valid concerns. suga was just crying to him about his dilemma not that long ago, after all, but still, why here and now?

“like i said; time and place.” suga insisted.

“but—”

before ukai could plead his case, tanaka interrupted this conversation, seemingly out of jealousy over ukai newfound closeness to suga. “woah, what’s going on here? you guys besties all of the sudden?”

“um, yeah, we’re besties, tanaka.” ukai replied. suga wanted and scream and say that he was wrong. they would never be besties, never. “we tell each other secrets and stuff.”

“secrets? what secrets?” tanaka raised an eyebrow with a smirk. he instantly thought of one secret only a select few knew of, and suga knew he’d be thinking of it. “i know secrets.”

suga had to get tanaka off his back somehow. the combo and him and ukai would be a total disaster when it came to his secret. “deep, dark secrets?”

“wha… what do you mean?” tanaka questioned. it was hilarious how he was falling for this.

“oh, you know…” suga paused for dramatic effect. “the kind of secrets that could send people to jail.”

“oh my god…” tanaka let out a gasp then ran off like a scaredy cat. maybe that award went to the wrong employee on awards night.

that actually impressed ukai quite a bit. he wouldn’t say it out loud as he always had to be the very best, but ukai was definitely impressed.

“welp, back to work.” suga shrugged. this desk definitely wouldn’t clean itself, and he wasn’t sure if he could trust anyone else to go through his things. maybe he could trust you. knowing you, you’d organize everything by what you thought was worth keeping and what wasn’t, then let him figure out if your guesses were right.

“hey, uh, wait.” ukai said, catching suga’s attention once more. “what are you doing for lunch? i could take you out. my treat.”

lunch? with ukai? suga wasn’t sure if he was all too fond out that idea. free food, sure, but having to deal with ukai alone at a restaurant seemed like a bad nightmare. you never know what could happen in such an event.

“ah, no, you don’t gotta do that.” suga said as he quickly tried to think of an excuse to get out of this. “i gotta… ya know… clean and stuff.”

“what about we set up a picnic in the break room?” ukai proposed. “order some pizza and talk about you know who.”

nope. nope, nope, nope. suga knew ukai was just itching to talk about you. the only feasible solution was to get as far away from the office as possible and go out for stupid lunch. the sacrifices suga had to make for the sake of keeping his secret, well, a secret.

“haha, um… you know what? yeah, let’s go out. that’s a good idea, man.” suga stood up from his chair. ukai jumped up and down, overjoyed, which brought more attention to them. suga figured going right now was the best bet, so he quickly grabbed his coat and briefcase in order to leave right away. “let’s go now, actually. what place you thinking of?”

“oh, i know just the place.”

•••

after an awkward drive, ukai and suga found parking in the city before walking over to a popular strip of restaurants. suga assumed being a boss had its perks as there was no way he could afford to eat like this all the time. thank god ukai was paying for this.

there seemed to be amazing places to eat around here, but suga found ukai leading him to the outside of what seemed like a… maid cafe?!

“ukai, what is this place?” suga asked, hoping and praying it wasn’t what he thought it was.

“it’s my favorite spot.” ukai said, noticing suga hesitate. “i go here all the time. come on.”

“if it’s what i think it is—”

“it’ll be fine!” he interrupted suga. “don’t be shy now.”

suga let out a sigh before he followed ukai inside. it was exactly what he thought it was. he was at a maid cafe.

“no… no, no, no.” suga shook his head. this couldn’t be happening to him right now.

suddenly, a pretty woman in a maid outfit walked up to them, greeting ukai first as he was a regular. “mr. ukai! come, come have a seat wherever you’d like.”

“sana!” ukai greeted her. it was even worse that he knew the employees by name.

“there’s no way…”

•••

“ukai took me to a maid cafe.” suga said through gritted teeth. he was being interviewed outside the cafe, other cameras filming what was going on inside as ukai was being pampered by the waitresses. suga was lucky to have a chance to rant. “he took me to a F*CKING maid cafe.”

“you know you’re—”

“god, i’m tired of you guys scolding us over language. you’re just gonna cut most of this sh*t out in post anyway.” he cut off the crew member. he wasn’t necessarily wrong, but the poor editors had a lot of work cut out for them with the way the employees of japan pulp and paper act. maybe they were better off documenting another branch…

•••

meanwhile at the office, tanaka walked up to your desk unannounced, digging his fingers into the bowl of jellybeans you always had out for everyone. you don’t even wanna know where his hands have been. now that you think about it, does he ever wash his hands? you wanted to gag.

“tanaka, can you not shove your hands in the bowl like that?” you ask with a disgusted look on your face.

“whatever. all the good flavored ones are gone.” tanaka rolled his eyes as he continued to dig into the bowl.

“it’s a communal bowl…” you sigh.

“am i not bestie material?” he asked you out of nowhere. “i thought me and ukai were besties.”

you weren’t sure why he was asking this all of the sudden, but if validating him meant he’d leave you alone, then you’ll do it. “yeah, you’re bestie material, tanaka…”

“would you ever consider me to be your best friend?” tanaka questioned.

now, tanaka was a terrible worker, but he wasn’t necessarily a bad friend. he would definitely do crazy things for the sake of his coworkers. you remember on your first day tanaka told you he kept ninja stars under his desk incase of intruders and he would defend you in an instant. sometimes he was a little dumb, but he had a good heart, shockingly enough.

“sure?” you shrug.

“excellent.” tanaka said before walking away all of the sudden.

while he wasn’t looking, you quickly grab the jellybean bowl and throw away its contents. you stare at the camera for a moment as they’ve captured what you’ve done before panning to ukai and suga returning from lunch. you instantly smile upon seeing suga’s face.

“hey.” you greet him.

“hey.” suga said as he hung his coat up.

ukai eyed the two of you before going into his office. you wondered what that was about, but you shook it off and went back to talking to suga. “so, how was lunch?”

“oh, you know, pretty productive.” suga then held up a printed picture from lunch, one with him, ukai, and a bunch of waitresses in maid outfits posing together. it was worth the money. “got a lot of work done.”

you blink for a moment as you soak in the picture in front of you. never would you have guessed that out of all places. still, it was hilarious.

“you’re the worst.” you say jokingly. “there’s no way.”

“ah, but there is.” suga replied. he blushed as you began to uncontrollably laugh. it was adorable. he found it to be one of his favorite sounds in the world.

you manage to control your laughter after a few deep breaths. no more joking around. “pretty sure you’ve got more cleaning to do.”

“yes, ma’am.” he jokingly saluted before going back to his desk.

suddenly, kiyoko stormed up to ukai’s office. you couldn’t remember the last time anyone ever saw her so angry like this. you even feared steam would come out of her ears, and since she was knocking on ukai’s door, you knew it wasn’t anything good.

“ukai, takeda and i need to talk to you.” she barged in.

ukai raised his hands defensively, acting as if he were getting arrested. “i didn’t do it, your honor!”

“what?”

“…what?”

kiyoko didn’t have time for nonsense. she was livid. “ugh, come on. you’ve got some explaining to do.”

before ukai could try to protest, kiyoko dragged him away from his desk and led him to takeda, the last person ukai wanted to talk to right now. it didn’t matter what the matter was, he hated talking to human resources.

“specs, what do you have the female specs dragging me here for?” ukai groaned as kiyoko forced him to have a seat.

“uh, a new charge appeared on the corporate credit card—” takeda began to say as calmly as possible.

“you spent a hundred bucks at a maid cafe! you didn’t even get approval for this!” kiyoko interrupted him, yelling over takeda. if there was any good cop, bad cop action happening, it was clear who fit which role.

“it was a business lunch!” ukai argued. “who said i needed approval?”

takeda let out a sigh. there was a reason ukai couldn’t be trusted with anyone’s money, even his own, for that matter. he felt like he had to treat him like a child, despite ukai being the one in charge.

“ukai, you just got your corporate credit card back.” takeda scolded him. “do you really want me to take it away again?”

“what am i, a five year old? this is ridiculous!” ukai exclaimed.

“corporate is gonna be so angry!” kiyoko argued with him.

“look, suga needed a relaxing lunch.” ukai explained. “he’s been depressed and it’s been affecting his productivity. how is that not work related?”

kiyoko froze. now she’s wondering if ukai knows what she knows. does he know what she knows? takeda didn’t seem to budge by ukai’s explanation.

“he seems fine to me.” takeda shrugged.

“you're not his friend, you don't know what i know.” ukai said. “he is in love with a girl he works with who's engaged, so just cut me some slack, okay?”

unbeknownst to them, nishinoya overheard the whole thing as he walked by. “are you talking about y/n?”

no way that just happened. ukai is at a loss for words, same with kiyoko. he messed up big time.

•••

“this is bad. so bad.” kiyoko said frantically to the camera. it was safe to say she was freaking out. “did suga tell ukai? or did he figure it out? god, suga! you’re such an idiot! i can’t stand this madness!”

•••

thanks to ukai’s big fat mouth, suga’s secret had spread throughout the entire office like the plague and he had yet to figure it out, but he would soon enough.

the first person nishinoya told was asahi, who didn’t really have much of an opinion on it as he was merely a temp. once word got to hinata, however, that was when the train really started rolling. suga had no chance to swear nishinoya to secrecy, so his secret was finally spilled to everyone. well, everyone except you… for now.

hinata rushed to kageyama’s desk. had he gone any faster, he would’ve crashed and knocked over all of kageyama’s things, even his computer. it certainly wouldn’t be fun having to pay for a new one.

“jesus, hinata!” kageyama jumped out of his chair. “what are you tryin’ to do to me?!”

“nothing, nothing!” hinata exclaimed. “guess what? suga has got it bad for y/n.”

woah. even kageyama couldn’t pass up hearing such juicy information. he was rather impressed in suga’s taste in women too. you were a rather attractive woman, after all. “what? really? not bad, suga. not bad…”

ukai walked by as hinata spilled all the beans to kageyama. as hinata noticed ukai’s presence, he just had to get his opinion on the matter. after all, it was ukai’s fault the secret was revealed to everyone.

“hey, ukai. do you think suga is gonna try to break up the wedding?” hinata asked.

ukai was put off by such an outlandish question. he felt so guilty about this, as shocking as it was. suga actually put his trust in him, and he blew it in less than a week. some boss he was.

“hinata, suga is my friend, so the only people that this crush really concerns is suga and y/n...” ukai said. “and also me.”

of course, ukai had to make some of this situation about him. no surprise about that.

as suga tried to get some cleaning done, he felt as if there were more cameras on him than usual. to test the theory, he got up to go to the bathroom. the crew dared to follow him, but suga stopped before entering. there was no way he could let them film him doing his business.

“did the production value go up or something?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “what’s going on?”

before the crew could respond, nishinoya appeared, asking suga the last question he thought he’d have to hear. “suga, why didn’t you tell me you had a crush on y/n?”

his heart dropped instantly. it’s happening.

•••

suga had to carry out this interview in the calmest way possible. he was livid, sure, but there also was a bit of relief. the burden of his secret was so hard to carry most days. but the only way he could make it out of this alive is if he played it off like he used to have a crush on you.

“well, the cat’s out of the bag. i used to have a crush on y/n and now i, uh…” suga hesitated. “don’t. how thrilling...”

the poorly fabricated lies continued.

•••

now that suga got that dreadful interview was over with, it was time for him to talk to you about the newfound elephant in the room. as he discovered everyone was talking about this crush behind your back, suga decided he was better off confronting you about it. besides, it was either you find out through suga himself or ukai.

suga found you alone, knowing this was the only time and place he could get through this conversation. he didn’t need anyone else hearing in on this.

“hey.” suga spoke up. you look up and see his face, your calming smile putting him at ease.

“hey.” you say. “did you find anything good in your desk?”

“oh yeah, i found a coupon for a free sandwich.” he said. there had to be a way to bring up his crush somehow. “it expired in august, but i did find my phone charger from two years ago.“

“wow, big day.” you reply. big day was quite the understatement.

“i don’t even have that phone anymore.” suga chuckled.

“even better.” you grin.

“yeah.” he blushed.

thinking that was the end of the conversation, you began to leave the room, but suga quickly stopped you. this was his only chance, he couldn’t let it slip away.

“hey, uh, listen…” suga said as you stop in your tracks. you look up to see what he has to say. shockingly, this was harder than he thought it would be. “um, i told ukai on the booze cruise—it’s so stupid—but uh, i told ukai that i had a crush on you when i first started here.”

you felt your heart skip a beat. he had a crush on you when he first started here? now your mind raced back to suga’s first day at japan pulp and paper. he seemed so nervous, so you were the one to welcome him with open arms as you had only been with the company for less than a year at that point. you knew what it was like to be the newbie, so you wanted suga to feel more at ease. you didn’t think anything more of your kindness back then.

“oh…” is all you manage to muster out. you can’t believe you were so blind to it all. now you felt silly for only just now developing a crush on him within the past couple months. it was wrong on so many levels now.

“well, i thought that, uh.” he stumbled with his words. “i figured you should hear it from me rather than, you know, ukai of all people…”

“right…” you nod. even you could agree with that. that would result in a much more awkward interaction with your boss.

“and seriously, it's totally not a big deal, okay?” suga insisted. “and when i found out you were engaged, i mean, you know…”

right, of course. that cursed ring on your finger. no wonder he didn’t see you that way anymore, right? at least that’s what you thought was the case.

“no, yeah, i get it. i mean, i kind of…” you pause. lie, just lie, you thought to yourself. “i thought that maybe you did when you first started.”

“oh, you did?” suga questioned. now he felt a little stupid.

“well, i mean, just cause we got along really quickly…” you shrug. it was the best excuse you could think of on the spot, really. you clicked with suga faster than you did with anyone else. maybe there was a reason to that, now that you think about it.

“oh, so you saw right through me, great.” he forced a laugh.

“yeah.” you giggle. you were thankful suga fell for your sham, him feeling the same. “so are you going to be like totally awkward around me now?”

“oh, yeah, yeah... hope that's okay.” suga replied with a hint of sarcasm.

“mhm.” you nod.

“and y/n?“

“yeah?”

“it was like three years ago, so i am totally over it.” suga said. even if he was far from over it, he had to lie for the sake of saving face. he didn’t want to give up since ukai told him not to, but suga couldn’t let you know the truth just yet. this was merely dipping his toes in the water.

“yeah, cool.” you say before finally leaving the room. suga figured he kept you for far too long, anyways.

“alright, cool…”

•••

“so… suga had a crush on me, huh? emphasis on had, i guess.” you shrug. “more reason to move on from my own silly crush, right?”

the crew share a collective look. you wonder what they’re all thinking. was there something you still didn’t know?

“right..?”

•••

suga was thankful his conversation with you went rather smoothly. all he had to anticipate now was ukai’s explanation for the mess that’s been made. who knows what ukai will manage to do, he was so predictable yet unpredictable at the same time.

ukai jumped when he heard suga knock, even worse when he saw his face. he knew exactly what this was about, so ukai had no choice but to motion for him to come in.

“hey.” suga said, closing the door behind him. no way could anyone else hear this right now. suga would lock the door and board it up if it had to.

“i know, i know, i know.” ukai sighed. “i messed up.”

it was actually a surprise to suga that he was owning up to his mistake. he figured he should go a little easy on ukai for the time being, depending on his future responses. “yeah, i was kinda wondering what happened with that…”

“i um… you know, expense reports.” ukai said, frantically trying to explain his way through this. “and then stupid specs! he’s such a goody two-shoes, disgusting. he got all on me about our lunch—”

“the one at the maid cafe.” suga interrupted him. the puzzle pieces were coming together.

“yes, the one at the maid cafe! said corporate was gonna be mad about it, and…” ukai began to tear up, not even trying to fight back his emotions. “i ended up spilling the beans! it was an accident, honest! god, i hope this doesn’t affect our friendship, suga!”

wow. and to think suga was just crying to him merely days ago. now the tables have turned. suga didn’t know whether this was sad or hilarious. would it be wrong to think it’s both? he sure thought of it to be both ways.

as much as suga wanted to totally flip out and scream his head off, he just… couldn’t. for one, he’d probably lose his job, but this situation was inevitable. secrets can’t stay secrets forever, no matter how much you want to hold them close. they always make their way out of your grasp somehow.

“hey, hey, hey. relax, man.” suga tried to calm ukai down. “it's… it’s not a big deal.”

ukai wiped away snot and tears, which was quite disgusting. “it’s not?”

“yeah, it’s fine.” suga let out a sigh. “it was bound to come out one way or another, i guess. everything’s gonna be alright, okay?”

“yeah… okay.” ukai nodded. he was thankful to not be on suga’s bad side, which he‘s never seen at its fullest potential. no one has, really. suga is far too patient for this disastrous company.

“good… good.” suga said. “see ya.”

man, ukai was such a violent crier.

as suga left ukai’s office, he eyed you for a moment, seeing you were walking over to where he just was. you would have no choice but to see ukai crying like a toddler, which no one should ever have to see in their entire life.

“good luck.” he quickly whispered to you as you walked past him, confusion written all over your face.

huh?

shrugging off suga’s random comment, you head into ukai’s office anyway, not even bothering to knock as the door was already open just a bit. nothing seemed out of the ordinary to you yet, as if ukai isn’t unordinary anyway.

“hey, here's your schedule for next week.” you set the paper down on ukai’s desk before noticing he’s wiping away tears. “woah, are you okay?”

“yeah, i'm fine.” ukai sniffled. “look, about you and suga—”

“oh no.” you shook your head. was that what he was crying over? woah, did suga make him cry? nice. “ukai, you don't have to—”

“no, i feel like it's my responsibility as your boss and also your friend.” he cut you off, but you didn’t see any need for this. you and suga cleared the air already, right? plus, ukai considering himself your friend was quite a stretch.

“no, really, it's okay.” you insist. “i know that suga had a crush on me when he first started or whatever. but that was a long time ago, so…”

“what? no. it wasn't that long ago. it was on the booze cruise.” ukai said.

what the heck could he possibly be talking about?

“suga had a crush on me on the booze cruise or he told you about it on the booze cruise?” you furrow your eyebrows.

ukai very quickly realized he messed up once again. he figured he was better off shutting up for once in his life. “ahh… yeah… i’m just gonna… shut my mouth. i’m clocking out.”

“oh… okay.” you say quietly as ukai stood up and walked out of his office so he could leave for the day. it was about five o’ clock, after all.

you follow ukai on his way out and see suga packing up, putting his coat on before grabbing his briefcase. he can detect your presence, even when leaning over for his briefcase as he could see your mary jane’s in his vision. black and shiny, just the way they always were. you never, ever left them scuffed.

“you need a minute?” he asked as you walked by.

“yeah, just need to get my coat on.” you reply.

suga waited for you to pack up before you walked out together, both heading towards the elevator. you and suga enter, just the two of you, stealing glances while the other wasn’t looking until your eyes inevitably meet. you can’t even deny how often he makes your heart race, it was almost a nuisance.

you didn’t know how long this song and dance would last, but you needed this feeling to go away before june. it simply can’t go on any longer.

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If I'm There: Chapter Twenty-Three

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

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“Things are pretty normal given the situation. Noah has called a lot since he left and talks with Erin for almost an hour on the phone each time. We talked for a little bit but honestly, my feelings for Noah are getting so cluttered it’s hard to talk to him for too long”

“When you say cluttered what do you mean exactly”

“It’s just hard talking on the phone, you know, with everything. We saw each other for the first time in ten years and then I shook his whole world telling him he’s a father and I just wish I knew what he was thinking. We didn’t have enough time to talk about it all. He met Erin and it was great but I just…I feel like a failure of a mother for depriving her of him for so long and I don’t know how to express to him that I’m sorry. And honestly, I’ve never let myself get fully over him, I just feel like there’s always been a piece of me that has loved him, maybe just from what I see in Erin.”

Dr. Grady is quiet for a few moments while she thinks and takes in my words.

“I cannot speak for Noah, but I believe forgiving yourself for the past is important and a necessary step in your healing. You’ve already mentioned that there’s nothing you can do to change what has happened and it seems like you’re focused on helping Erin navigate this situation. As for your feelings about Noah, there is nothing I can tell you, that is a completely personal journey that you will have to take.” I sink lower into the sofa in Dr. Grady’s office and try to unjumble my thoughts, but those surrounding Noah will take time to fully unpack.

“And on top of all of it, my brother just got to town last night and I swear if you had told me ten years ago I would say I was jealous of Kyle's emotional maturity I would have pissed myself laughing.” As I tell Dr. Grady more, I recall my conversation with Kyle last night after Erin went down for bed.

“So, she met Noah huh? And she seems pretty happy about the whole situation so I’m guessing it went well?” Kyle asked cautiously. “Yeah, it went better than I expected. He was great with her, asked her questions about what she likes, talked to her about music and his life. He’s called her every other day since he left and they talk for hours.” I tell him as I pour the two of us a cup of hot tea.

“How do you feel about all of this?” He asks while blowing the steam off the cooling cup of tea in his hands.

“When I myself understand my feelings I’ll let you know.” I let out a pathetic laugh, “I’m happy for Erin, she’s happy and that’s what’s important. I’m trying not to think too much about all of the "what ifs you know? I told myself that I wasn’t going to let my feelings mess this up for her. She deserves a relationship with her father” I tell him honestly and then because I’m unable to stop it the word vomit spews out of me. “But I can’t help thinking what if I had told him ten years ago, would we have gotten back together? Would I have ever known truly if it was for me or just because I got pregnant, I mean how would you feel missing Natasha’s birth, her first steps and her first words?”

He takes a sip of tea and sits up straighter in the kitchen chair. “I think I would be upset at first, which you said he was but Nat, you’ll drive yourself crazy if you keep thinking about all of these hypothetical scenarios.”

“But like would you be able to forgive Maggie? Would you still haven’t wanted to marry her?”

A look of complete understanding washes across his face, “Nat, why do you insist you deserve to be hated for this? Why can’t you accept that he’s forgiven you and move forward? You forgave him for leaving all of those years ago. You’ve forgiven me for all the terrible things I’ve done, forgiven Dad too. You forgave Mom before she died. You believe everyone is worthy of forgiveness but you, why?”

“You believe everyone is worthy of forgiveness but you…that’s what he said. It sent me for a loop. It’s true. I’ll allow everyone to be flawed and make mistakes but when it comes to myself I wonder how I haven’t been dropped by every person in my life” I explain the conversation to Dr. Grady and wait for her response as I sit up and prepare for the end of our session.

“It’s common for people with anxiety to suffer from severe self-criticism. I’m going to send you a few readings I’d like you to look over before our next session and we can discuss it more since we are almost out of time.” She clears her throat and straightens up the papers in her hand. “It’s a very good question your brother asked. I think you should think about that one, why do you think everyone else is worthy of forgiveness but you? Because you are Natalie, you are worthy of forgiveness and you need to start by forgiving yourself.”

I quietly thank Dr. Grady for our session and leave once our time is finished.

She’s right and so is Kyle. I constantly forgive everyone all the time but never allow myself the grace of forgiveness.

Erin is happy, Noah is happy and it’s about damn time I let myself be happy too.

It’s around 4pm when I return home from therapy and my grocery store run. I got all of the essentials for a fun backyard fire pit dinner. We’re roasting hotdogs and then s’mores for desserts later.

When I get into the house I hear laughter and music filtering in through the kitchen, I walk through and notice the sound is coming from the backyard where Maggie and Kyle have set up the waterslide for the girls.

“Uncle Ky! Go go!!!” I hear Erin bellow as I see my brother fling himself down and slide all the way to the end of the slide.

“Oh hey, Natty!” Kyle calls, standing and shaking the water out of his hair. “How was your appointment?” He asks softly.

“It was good! Yeah, I feel good, thank you for talking to me about it last night, it was really helpful Ky.”

“Of course sis! What are twins for?” he says and then wraps his arms around me wiping water all over my dry clothes. “Kyle! Ugh!” I call out and push him off of me while he lets out a full bellied laugh.

A few hours later we are sitting, dry, around the warm fire. Kyle and Maggie are staying at a hotel but when Natasha started to get sleepy we put her in Erin’s bed until they left for the night.

I’m helping Erin roast a marshmallow when Maggie comes into my view, handing me a glass of wine. “I think it’s time for that girl-talk I was promised” she giggles and turns to Haylie who’s sitting and roasting her own s’more, “and I mean you as well girl, I wanna hear about this new book. You gotta tell me if they’ll end up together in the end please”

Haylie laughs and zips her lips, “hey I’m spoiler-free over here.”

Handing Erin her assembled s’more she thanks me and takes a huge bite causing marshmallows to overflow out the side and drip down her chin. I laugh and wipe it before it hits the floor.

Kyle stands to leave us to girl-talk and gestures towards Erin, “Come on sweety, let’s go watch a movie while your mom has her lady talk, it’ll be boring”

Erin giggles into her s’more “They just want to talk about Noah and how mom used to like him and now they’re both weird” she states while tossing a strand of hair over her shoulder and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me, “yeah, sorry for being weird kiddo. I’m working on it.”

“Aren’t you observant?” Kyle says to Erin steering her towards the back door.

The three of us giggle at the way Erin was able to perfectly sum up the situation, “She sees everything I swear and she’s too smart.” I comment under my breath as I take a small sip of the wine Maggie brought me.

“What’s going on in that head of yours Natty,” Maggie asks and her face is nothing but compassionate. “Too much Mags, too much.” I take another long sip of wine and look into the slowly dimming fire. “I am so unbelievably happy to see Erin happy..”

“I’m sensing a but coming,” Haylie chirps from her chair on the other side of me.

“But.” I say, giving her a pointed look, “but I am just still navigating my own feelings about all of this, so I’m just a little scatterbrained.” I admit.

“Do you think it’s possible Noah could still have feelings for you?” Maggie asks and I shoot up in my chair, surprised by her question.

“Oh god no, I was just talking to my therapist about how shocked I am that he can even stand being around me,” I say and Haylie busts out laughing.

“Oh my god, are you blind? Dude the way he was looking at you not only the literal day you told him about her but the day he came over and was here for like eight hours, for Erin of course but Natty, there is no doubt he was also here for you.” Haylie says with a matter-of-fact tone and my eyes roll back so far I think they might never come back. “Oh please, there is no way Noah has feelings for me, It’s been ten years and at this point, we are just trying to navigate this co-parenting thing.”

That gets a laugh out of not only Haylie but Maggie as well, “you’re either blind, stupid or both if you don’t think that guy is and always has been in love with you, knowing he now shares a child with you is only going to cause him to further attempt to submit himself as the only man in your life,” Maggie says but I shake my head in disagreement, I just don’t think that is in the cards for Noah and me anymore no matter how easily I lose myself in his eyes, or how I secretly listen to his music and have always known he was the most talented person in the world.

“Whatever our feelings for each other may be, Noah and I have agreed that the most important thing is Erin’s happiness. I’m not going to risk that so I just need everyone to respect that.” I say with more firmness in my voice than intended. Maggie looks at me with a quiet understanding, “I will support you either way. I’m always on your side.” she says. Haylie nods in agreement “Me too.”

We spend another hour outside finishing our wine before heading back inside to see Kyle and his family off for the night. Erin heads up for bed soon after and I do a final sweep of the kitchen before heading up to bed myself.

As I’m laying my head down my phone rings lightly and I hesitate slightly before answering.

Hey Noah, is everything okay? Sorry but Erin is already asleep if you wanted to talk.

Hey, yeah everything is okay. I figured she’d be asleep, I was hoping to talk to you actually. If thats okay?

Oh, um yeah, we can talk. Whats up?

Are we okay Natty?

I freeze. What does that even mean? Are we okay?

Um. yeah? Why wouldn’t we be okay?

I just feel like…I don’t know how to say this. I’ve been trying Natty but when I talk to you on the phone it’s like you can’t get off fast enough.

What do you mean? I just figured you wanted to talk to Erin so you could get to know her more.

I mean, of course want to talk to Erin, but Natty I want to talk to you as well.

It’s been ten years and I meant what I said about wanting to be in your lives.

You want to talk to me? About what?

He laughs and the warmth of it climbs into my heart and makes a nest.

I want to know about your life, I want to meet the Natalie that you’ve become and I want to try and make up for all this time I’ve lost.

Oh. I’m - well I’m sorry if I was short with you on the phone. Honestly, all of this has been a big change for us all.

I haven’t been good about dealing with this, obviously.

Yes, It was a big change but I want you to know that I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this alone anymore. I truly do intend to be there. For both of you.

That’s co-parenting right? We’re in this together now.

Yeah. Together. I like the sound of that.

I can’t help the blush that spreads across my cheeks and down my neck, I know he meant together as parents but for a moment I allow myself to believe we could be the happy family I’ve always dreamed of.

I know it’s late so I can let you go if you’re getting ready for bed-

No, no, I can talk. Unless you’re tired.

No, we just got off the stage and I’m to amped up to sleep yet.

So Natty, tell me about your life.

We talk on the phone for hours. About the last ten years, I told him about life with Erin and we reminisced about life when we were young. I don’t remember hanging up, but I guess I fell asleep sometime while we were talking because when I woke up there was an unread text on my phone.

Noah S : goodnight :) I have missed talking to you these last ten years Natty. It is good to be back in your world. 4:13 am

I walk down the stairs with a spring in my step and I feel lighter than I have since this all began. I know we will all be okay and I can finally say that Noah and I are friends again after all of this time.

The rest of the week with my brother and Maggie is so much fun. We spend time at the park, go to museums and even a minor league baseball game. When they leave at the end of the week I give Kyle a big hug. "Thanks for everything Ky, I love you bro."

"I love you too sis, you're an amazing person. don't ever forget that."

Noah and I start texting more frequently in-between our phone calls and I find myself smiling and laughing more at my phone than I have in years.

In a week Noah will be back and Erin is so excited.

I won't lie, I'm pretty excited as well.

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Cup of Coffee and a VHS | Pt. 2

Start with Pt. 1 HERE!

Pairing: Neil Lewis x Reader Coffee Shop!AU

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Lucien is a bit of a jerk, but other than him this is all just fluff and Neil being a dork.

Neil returned to your shop a few days later, borrowed scarf in hand and ready to try another one of your concoctions.

“Surprise me,” he said, hanging up his jacket - which you were glad to see he remembered to wear - on the coat rack by the door.

“Mmm, you weren’t really a fan of the last thing I surprised you with,” you reminded him.

It had been a busy day at the cafe, but things had quieted down now. You usually closed a few hours after the lunch rush, and you were only planning to be open for about another twenty minutes. Not that you were in any hurry to rush Neil out.

“Yeah, but I still kind of like surprises,” Neil insisted. “They can’t all be winners, but that’s all part of the experience.”

“Oh, so you’re saying my coffee is bad?” you teased.

“I’m saying that all coffee is bad,” Neil replied, making a face. “Yours was actually the most tolerable I’ve ever tried.”

You laughed. You were quickly learning that Neil, sweet as he was, was far from being a smooth talker. He seemed to dig himself into a hole more often than not.

“Wow, ‘tolerable,’” you echoed. “That’s one of the best reviews I’ve ever gotten.”

“I don’t- I didn’t mean it like that,” Neil sputtered.

“Relax,” you laughed. “I’m just giving you a hard time. One non-coffee, coming up.”

You set about filling a kettle and putting it on the hot plate to boil. You were going to try tea for Neil’s next drink, thinking that maybe he’d like that better. You glanced over at the flavored syrups you had in stock, wondering if he would enjoy any of them. Or maybe it would be better to go with plain sugar, or maybe honey, and let the tea speak for itself.

“My buddy Lucien is a total coffee snob, and he really likes your Americanos,” Neil offered.

You remembered Lucien. He had been in the shop a few times. Become somewhat of a regular, actually, with the fairly odd habit of insisting on writing his own name on all his to-go cups. He struck you as snobby, but harmless enough. You figured he was probably just sick of baristas misspelling a name that hadn’t been given to anyone since the eighteenth century.

“Well, I’m glad someone around here appreciates me,” you joked, setting a steaming mug down in front of Neil. He had taken his usual seat at the counter.

“I appreciate a warm drink, too,” Neil said. “But! I am paying you for this one.”

You waved your hand as Neil took his first sip, his shoulders instantly relaxing as he swallowed the warm liquid. You had settled on adding just a dash of vanilla syrup.

“On the house,” you insisted.

“I’m not trying to run you out of business,” Neil began.

“But, you didn’t like your last drink, so that one doesn’t really count,” you pressed. “Hot water and a bag of tea costs, like, twenty cents. I’m not gonna sell it to you at a two hundred percent markup. Now, Lucien on the other hand…”

Neil laughed, and you had to bite your cheek to keep from smiling too broadly. You were wary of laying it on too thick, but Neil was too fun to flirt with for you to abstain entirely. And it really wasn’t hurting you to give him a couple of free drinks…

“Still, I don’t want to take advantage of your generosity,” Neil said.

“Well, what if we did a little exchange?” you suggested. Neil leaned forward in his seat. “I don’t know much about movies, but I’m guessing you do.”

Neil shrugged, mimicking modesty while giving you a knowing look. His side-eye made you swoon, a little more than you should have.

“I’ve been known to dabble,” he admitted.

“So how about you suggest me a movie as payment for the drink?” you offered.

Neil considered it as he took another sip of his tea.

“Hmmm, that is a tall order,” he joked, sitting on his hands as he rocked back a bit.

“Think you’re up for it?”

“I think it could be arranged,” he relented. “But, you’d have to stop by Gumshoe to pick it up.”

“Deal,” you agreed.

Neil took another sip of tea.

“Better than the coffee?” you asked, motioning to his cup.

“Better, but… I’m not sure I’m really a tea person, either,” Neil admitted.

“Next time you should tell me what you actually like,” you laughed.

Neil made a face.

“But where’s the fun in that?”

“The fun is that you get to drink something that doesn’t make you gag when you think I’m not looking,” you teased. Then added, “you’re not very subtle, Neil.”

It was so easy to make Neil blush that you almost felt bad doing it. Almost. He tried to hide his pink face by taking another sip from the mug, loudly slurping in some kind of effort to pull the attention away from his embarrassment.

“Well,” Neil said, setting his empty mug down. “I should get going, but feel free to stop by whenever. We’re open late.”

“Three-in-the-morning-late?” you joked.

“Not that late,” Neil laughed, rolling his eyes.

“Maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow?”

“Sounds good,” agreed Neil.

He tapped the counter as he stood up, and made his way over to the door. As was becoming your habit, you came out from behind the counter to send him off.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” Neil looked down at the scarf he was still clutching in his hand. “Don’t want you to go without your scarf for another day.”

Neil unfolded the scarf and wrapped it around you, just like you had done for him a few days ago. He held onto the ends, pulling it snug, and stayed like that for a moment longer than was necessary.

“Thank you again for letting me borrow this,” Neil muttered, letting the ends of the scarf fall from his hands. “And I’m serious about paying you back; you’d better stop by.”

“I will,” you promised. “Tomorrow.”

Neil smiled and gave you a short wave as he exited the cafe again. You realized after he left that your heart was beating wildly; so fast that you could feel it inside your chest. You wrapped the scarf a little tighter, and hurried to close up shop for the day, your steps feeling just a little more airy.

The following afternoon, bundled in your cold-weather gear, you made the trek down the street to Gumshoe Video after closing up your shop. The air was biting against your cheeks, and you were grateful that Neil had returned your scarf. You buried into it a little deeper, and caught a whiff of an unfamiliar cologne.

You smiled. It was woodsy but also sweet. The bell above the door rang as you let yourself into Neil’s store.

“Hey - coffee girl,” a familiar voice called as you entered the store. Not Neil’s.

You looked up to see Lucien, standing behind the counter. You wondered briefly if the “coffee girl” nickname was a spur-of-the-moment thing, or if he and Neil ever talked about you, but you quickly shook away the thought.

“Lucien, you work here?” you asked.

You stepped farther into the store, briefly scanning the endless shelves of VHS tapes. So many movies. You stopped at the counter and rested your elbows on the glass top.

“Unfortunately,” droned Lucien. He lowered his voice, whispering. “My boss is kind of a dick.”

“I think I’m, uh… actually here to see your boss.”

“Oh. That’s right.” Before you had a chance to ask what that meant, Lucien called out, shouting toward the back of the store. “Neil! Coffee girl here to see you!”

Okay, you weren’t loving that nickname. But before you had a chance to say anything else, Neil appeared from a back room, smiling broadly and holding his arms out to greet you.

“Heyyyy!” Neil came over to your side of the counter, standing beside you and leaning on one elbow. “Glad you could make it. Lucien, don’t give rude nicknames to the customers.” “But you’re the one who-”

“It’s nice to see you,” Neil cut Lucien off, turning his attention to you. “Welcome to Gumshoe.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “It’s nice to finally visit. You have a ton of movies; wow.”

A whispering voice to your left hissed out: “Neil, is that the girl?”

You hadn’t noticed, but there was a third man in the room, lounging on one of the couches in front of a TV set that was playing a black-and-white movie. He was looking up expectantly at Neil, who whirled around to glare at him.

“Jonathan,” Neil hissed.

“Sorry. Is that… a… girl?” Jonathan corrected.

Neil turned back around, raking an exasperated hand through his hair. You stifled a giggle.

“Sorry,” Lucien said sardonically. “We’re all a little out of sorts since Neil broke up with his girlfriend.”

“Lucien,” Neil whispered, practically begging the other man to shut up. “You are not helping!”

Privately, your heart skipped a beat. The news that Neil was single excited you more than you knew it should have. You suddenly felt grateful for Lucien’s horrid social skills.

“Suddenly,” Neil said, glaring at both of his friends, “I just remembered I need both of you to run inventory. In my office.”

“But there’s nothing to-”

“Inventory!” Neil barked, pointing in the direction of the back room.

Jonathan and Lucien slunk off, both throwing not-so-subtle looks in your and Neil’s direction. Neil tried to compose himself, and turned back to face you.

“Sorry about them,” he apologized. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair again.

“Sorry to hear about you and your girlfriend,” you offered, even as your heart was still pounding from the excitement.

“Oh, don’t be.” Neil waved his hand. “Like I said, it was kind of a long time coming, and… It’s really fine.”

“I can come back another time…”

“No!” Neil said, a little too sharply. “No, no - this is perfect. I actually have your movie right here.”

He disappeared behind the counter for a moment, leaning down to fetch the VHS he had picked out for you. He handed it over, and you looked down at the cover.

“Ooh, The Shining,” you mused. “I’ve never seen it.”

“You’re in for a treat, then,” Neil beamed. “Classic horror. Stanley Kubrick. And perfect to watch during the snowstorm this weekend.”

You knew enough about the film’s plot to know that he was correct. You wondered if Neil had taken such a minor detail as the weather into consideration when picking out this movie. It seemed like the kind of thing he would do.

“I’m excited to watch it,” you smiled. “Thank you for your ‘payment.’”

Neil smiled back, and swung around the counter to join you once again on the other side. He stood a little closer to you than he had before, and you felt your heart beat loudly, thundering against your ribs.

“I hope this doesn’t mean you’ll stop coming to the cafe so I can test out drinks on you, though,” you told him. “Just because this makes us even. I still need to find something you actually like.”

“Of course not,” Neil agreed. “I can always pay you in more movie recommendations.”

You tucked the VHS tape Neil had given you into your bag, taking the few seconds that your face was turned away from him as an opportunity to smile like an idiot. You looked back up, trying to relax and put on a more neutral expression, with questionable levels of success.

“Before I go,” you started. “Will you please give me some kind of clue about what you like? I don’t want to keep making you drinks that you hate.”

Neil shrugged.

“I dunno; I like sweet stuff, I guess,” he replied. “The more sugar, the better.”

Somewhere from deeper in the store, either Jonathan or Lucien let out a wolf whistle. Clearly they hadn’t made it all the way into Neil’s office. You couldn’t help laughing as Neil rolled his eyes.

“Something sweet, huh? I think that can be arranged,” you said.

You and Neil exchanged goodbyes as you left the store, bell ringing again on your way out. Outside, you could barely feel the cold air on your cheeks, for the way they burned red-hot after being around Neil.

Read Pt. 3 HERE!

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crazy-fandom-madness · 1 year

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(Kuai Liang) Sub Zero x Sick Reader

I’m a sucker for sick readers so here is one with one of my favourite MK characters I’ve been getting back into the fandom so hopefully this won’t be OOC

Summary: living with Kuai was wonderful well most of the time but when your sick it can be a little hard especially when your shivering

Words 600+

SFW/ Comfort/ Gender Neutral/ Establish Relationship

Being sick was the worst thing that could possibly happen but there was nothing you could do about it. When ever you were sick it was always bad, Kuai always knew had to make you feel better. Well he sure did try it was hard for him to care for someone that isn’t himself, he’s been alone for a while. You were laying in bed as he opened the door holding a tray. “I’ve made you some soup you should try eating.” You roll over to see him in the door way making a sound in response. He puts the tray down on the night table as you sit up, he places his hand on your forehead you lean into the touch.

“You’re running a fever.” He goes to move his hand from your head as you grab it putting it back. Everyone knows Kuai body temperature was much colder than most, in this moment if felt amazing. “Don’t leave you’re so cold it feels so nice.” He giggles and helps you eat the soup, but you couldn’t help but lay against him. You both giggle at this bud eventually finish eating putting it back on the table. “You should get some rest it’s been a while since you’ve been able too.” You lay down. “Only if you say cuz I’m way too hot and you’re nice and cold.” He smiles and lays beside you holding you close. “Anything to make you feel better.”

You managed to fall asleep fast Kuai was able to cool you off fast, you didn’t know if he was asleep. But when you woke up you were shivering not exactly cuz you were cold mostly just cuz you were sick. He seemed to have noticed cuz he pulled away from you, trying to grab him back. “No don’t leave come back.” He looked at you a little confused. “You’re shivering I don’t want to make you any more cold.” Ignoring what he said you lay against him again. “I don’t care I want to lay with you it makes me feel better.” Trying to hide his smile at this comment. “Well maybe we can put a blanket between us i want to make sure you stay warm.”

Clinging to him even more. “Nope.” Smirking up at him. “I can’t argue with that but honest if you’re too cold tell me.” Not really listening you agree. “Yeah ok I will I promise.” You both cuddled together even if he was cold you couldn’t help your self, this will make you feel better faster. You both have been laying together for a while now when he got up and walked to the door. You were too tired to move but asked where he was going. “I’m going to make you some tea and get a snack.” He answered as he was walking out of the room, you sit up a little. After a few minutes he walked back in with a tray. “Here I also brought medicine.”

Taking the medicine and a sip of the tea. “I was thinking we could go for a walk the fresh air could really help.” Kuai agreed helping you get up. “Sure that sounds like a good idea, just let me put this away.” You put on a jacket and your shoes leaving the room and waited for Kuai. “We shouldn’t stay out too late.” All you did was smile and grab his arm as you both went outside. You both had a wonder walk that seemed to help you a lot and decided to head to a cafe. Having a nice hot chocolate by the window, sure being sick sucked but being with Kuai can make it better.

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les améthystes du ciel | neuvillette — part 7

two individuals under pressure to marry. one has the hydro archon on his back, and the other has her matchmaking friend pushing her along. when the two meet at a ball, and both in dire need of peace from two meddlesome females, what better arrangement is there than their own betrothal?

pairing : neuvillette x fem!reader warnings : hurt no comfort mwahahaha this is sfw. word count : 4.4k (definitely a step down LOLL) note : idk either tbh

! not proof read

! do not copy, redistribute, translate, or use my work with or without credit in any way. thank you.

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“Brother,” you greet, slipping off your shoes as you enter your brother’s home. “I’m here.”

“[Name]!” He rounds the corner and smiles at you, reaching forward to give you a warm, brotherly hug. “It’s been a while. You look tired. Want some tea?”

“That’d be lovely, thanks.” You nod in gratitude, following him down the hall and into his living room. You look around, noticing someone missing. “Where’s Elvira?”

Your brother, Daniel, replies to you from over the top of his clattering in the kitchen. “She’s out for some groceries. Want to stay for lunch?”

You don’t want to impose, but it has been a while since you last saw your brother, the only blood family you’ve left, and you’ve got a lot to tell him. “Sure. How far along is she now?”

“Twenty-one weeks.” Daniel places a cup of steaming tea on the coaster on your side of the coffee table, filling you in about the pregnancy he and his wife, Elvria, have been so excited for. “I told her I’d go out and get the food, but she says she’s sick of sitting around here all day.”

“Fair enough.” You smile, lifting the cup to take a sip, before you grow solemn again. “I’ve actually come to tell you about something.”

“Yeah. I’ve noticed the engagement ring.” Daniel leans back in his chair with his own tea, nodding towards your right hand. “Who’s the lucky guy?” His stare turns cold. “If he’s anything like your ex—”

“No! No, he’s not.” You immediately scramble to assure him that your ex-fiancé is incomparable to Neuvillette. “He’s a good man, but there’s a lot more to it than you think. I’ll tell you both over lunch. Just, uh…try not to freak out too much.”

Daniel frowns in confusion. “What does that mean?”

You shrug, avoiding his eyes. “Let’s just say the guy’s pretty…important.” You quickly change the topic. “Have you guys been told the gender of the baby yet?”

“Oh, yes!” Your brother instantly sits up straighter, looking like an excited kid on his birthday. “We were told two weeks ago. You’re going to have a niece!”

“Really?” You smile. “How wonderful. I can make some baby clothes for her, if you’d like.”

Daniel opens his mouth to reply when the sound of keys jingling at the front door and the door opening interrupts him. Shuffling ensues, and Elvira soon rounds the corner. “Daniel, I grabbed some profiteroles—oh! [Name], how lovely it is to see you!”

You stand and hug her in greeting, glancing towards the obvious bump on her belly. “Daniel just told me it’s a girl!”

Elvira dumps down the bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. “Yes. Isn’t it exciting? Anyway, what’s brought you here today?”

“I have news.” You flash an awkward smile. “Big news.” You hold up your right hand, showing the engagement ring on your finger. “I’m engaged…again.”

Elvira’s eyes bulge in shock at the sight, before beaming. “Oh, congrats, [Name]! Who is he?” Then she also adopts that same icy, protective stare your brother just had, smile vanishing with such speed, you blink in surprise. “Please tell me he’s better than that sorry excuse for a man you once were betrothed to.”

“Way better,” you can easily say with confidence. “But, well…like I just said to Daniel before you arrived, there’s a lot more to it than just a simple engagement out of love.” In fact, ‘love’ has nothing to do with it.

She tilts her head confusedly at her, passing a jar of peanut butter to Daniel for him to put in the cupboard. “How do you mean? Is it like an engagement of convenience or something?”

“…You’ve hit the nail right on the head,” you murmur, awkwardly scratching your cheek. “I’ll go into detail over lunch, if you’re happy to have me.”

“Of course! Like we’d kick you out.” Elvira grabs a pot down from the cabinet below the sink and places it on the stove. “How’s Navia been? Considering the entire ordeal after Lyney and Lynette’s trial.”

Until the moment you all sit down, you engage in small talk and lighthearted conversation before picking the opportune moment to drop the enormous bomb of who your future husband is. You’re starting to regret choosing to tell them over food, because with Daniel and his tendency to be dramatic when reacting to big news, he would probably choke on his boiled egg.

“Okay, now—who’ve you wooed this time?” Elvira jokes, setting the dish of salade niçoise down upon the middle of the dining table. You three take a seat, Daniel and Elvira beside one another, you across from them. Daniel passes the spoon to you first, and you scoop some of the salad onto your plate. Huffing out an attempt at a laugh, you shake your head. “I haven’t wooed anyone. This engagement isn’t out of…love.” You avoid their perplexed looks. “It’s of convenience, because I met the man at a ball, we danced and—”

“Hold on…” Daniel narrows his eyes at you. “Didn’t we hear something similar in the newspaper? That the Chief Justice danced with some woman at a ball about two or so months back?”

You purse your lips, inhaling a deep, readying breath. “Yes. That woman was me.”

Elvira’s fork clattered to the table from her hold. “What?! You’re kidding! And—and…”

“Let me explain. Neuvill—I mean, His Honour is under a lot of pressure from our Archon to marry.” You avert your gaze to the tablecloth, worrying your bottom lip as you search for the right words. “Navia and the Duke of Meropide managed to dupe him into dancing with me, albeit unwillingly, and that’s what sparked the rumours. I’m still unidentified…until we marry and his marriage is announced to the public.”

“Oh my…” Elvira holds a hand over her mouth in shock, while Daniel gapes at you, a piece of lettuce hanging from his lips. You’d find the sight grossly comical if it weren’t for the current conversation topic. “So…how did he propose to you?”

“It’s…a long story, but put simply, we talked in the garden privately later that night and he explained his circumstances to me. I saw no other way out other than agreeing.” You stab at a half of a cherry tomato, appetite nonexistent, absentminded. “Things have escalated thanks to the Hydro Archon. I even had an argument with her over how ridiculous this whole thing is. She keeps on insisting—but I managed to make her agree to us not having a ceremony. Oh, and it’s only for a year. So it isn’t as big of a deal as it seems.”

“You’re not getting married…for love?” Daniel’s tone is quiet, his expression dismayed. “I’d hoped you’d moved on and had finally found the right person, sister.”

You give him an emotionless, rueful grin. “Well, I haven’t, and I’m only doing this because I’ve no choice. I’d never pursue another relationship again if it weren’t for my betrothal to the Chief Justice. And when the twelve months are up, he and I shall part ways and have no reason to interact again. I will grow old, he will not, so this entire thing is utterly incompatible anyway. He is a good man, and we get along very well, but this is more like a business agreement than anything else.”

Your brother and his wife stare at you in silence, and you feel judged. Uncomfortable, you force yourself to take a sip of water. “You don’t need to look at me like that. I’m managing just fine.”

“…If you say so.” Daniel sounds utterly unconvinced, before giving a decided shrug. “Either way, I must meet with the Iudex and have a chat with him myself. He’s going to become my brother-in-law soon, anyway.”

You want to argue, but he has a reasonable point. “…Alright, I’ll send him a letter and ask him for some time for you both to meet. Don’t pull anything funny, now.”

Daniel gives you a look. “We’ll just be having an amicable, brotherly chat about his future wife—my sister.” Sometimes you get tired of how protective your brother has always been—especially since the incident with your ex-fiancé. You appreciate how much he cares for you, considering he’s the only family you have left, but you doubt he’ll get anywhere trying to intimidate the Chief Justice of Fontaine.

“Well, good luck with that, Daniel.” Elvira seems to think the same as you, as she gives your brother a smack on his upper arm with the back of her hand. “As if you’re gonna exert superiority on the Iudex. He’ll probably think you’re an idiot.”

“No, he won’t.” It’s beginning to annoy you how much people put Neuvillette in a box; acting as if he’s some kind of authoritarian that is void of emotion. Someone who you just cannot approach, someone you’ll never be able to relate to—and while some element of that is true, considering his impartiality and aversion to pursuing relationships with others, he is not the man people have painted him out to be. He is by no means cruel or unfeeling. And he understands more than people think. “He will see where you’re coming from. Neuvillette would never consider you a fool. He’s just not that kind of person.”

The couple stares at you, silenced, before you realise just how your words have come off. “He and I are friends. The man has been exceptionally kind to me. Please don’t judge him too harshly.”

Daniel relents—however, he does not lose that sceptical look in his eye. “Okay. But I’ll leave my personal conclusions for when I personally speak with the Iudex.”

The judge is now getting judged, you think humorlessly, shoving a forkful of the salad in your mouth. I wonder how he’ll react? I’d better warn him in advance in the letter.

Elvira, ever the peacemaker, eventually brings up another topic to diffuse the tense atmosphere, and you spend the rest of the afternoon catching up with your brother and sister-in-law. However, nothing proved successful in repudiating the premonition brewing within you at the inevitable meeting between your brother and Neuvillette—and for what would be to come subsequent to that.

・・・・

To Mademoiselle [Name],

Thank you for your letter regarding your brother’s intention to meet with me. I understand and respect his reasoning and why he would want to discuss this matter with me personally. That is what family is for, is it not? I have time on Monday at 1:30PM, if that is a suitable day for us to gather.

Please have a pleasant rest of your week.

Chief Justice Neuvillette.

“Well, there you go, Daniel.” You shove the letter towards your brother, crossing your arms. “There’s his confirmation. He’s happy to meet with you. What, you gonna criticise his handwriting now?”

You can’t understand how your brother has decided to adamantly dislike the Chief Justice when he’s never even met him. You suppose Daniel never really had much of an opinion of the man in the first place, but now it’s really down below par. For what reason, you really don’t see—as Neuvillette has never done anything personal to neither you nor your brother.

Daniel huffs once he reads the letter. “It’s too brief. Maybe he could’ve complimented you a bit more? Or maybe even me?”

You squeeze your eyes shut in aggravation. “For the last time, Daniel—this is a marriage of convenience! There are no strings attached—no love, no feelings! And Neuvillette is nothing like that man. Save your harsh judgements of him until you’ve actually talked with the guy.”

“I don’t need to have talked with him—I can already gather from just the way he acts in the Opera Epiclese that he’ll neglect you—”

The sharp sound of a smack! resonates around the street, earning stares from passersby. Daniel lets out a yelp of pain and rubs the back of his head, recoiling from you, eyes wide. You have your hand raised threateningly, silently warning him that another one is sure to come if he keeps up this rot. “When we are in his office, you will talk to him respectfully, you will not try to one-up him or demand anything from him, and you will not, under any circumstance, say anything about my ex. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” your brother immediately answers subduedly, looking like a little kid who just got a good scolding—which he, essentially, did.

“Glad to hear it,” you curtly say. You both are currently outside the Palais Mermonia, and it is Monday, the day you’re meeting with the Chief Justice—well, your brother is meeting with him. You’re just going in with him to keep a hawk’s eyes on him, to make sure he doesn’t do anything out of line—something you have a feeling he’s going to do anyway, regardless of your warnings.

To think I have to escort this manchild in there myself, you both ascend the steps to the entrance of the Palais Mermonia, twenty minutes before your scheduled appointment with the Iudex. He’s married and with a pregnant wife and older than me, yet he always acts like he’s still twelve!

You’ve simply resolved yourself to believe this is the ultimate dynamic siblings will always have. There’ll always be one keeping the other in check—regardless when your said sibling acted as your legal guardian until you were eighteen, and then it was like you had to babysit him from then on.

Whenever Elvira isn’t around to whack him over the head with a rolled up newspaper when he acts out, the responsibility falls to you. And it appears there’ll be quite a bit of pinching where he’s most ticklish to keep him from opening his big mouth and humiliating both of you in front of the Iudex in the upcoming meeting.

You have to keep a hand on Daniel’s sleeve as you practically drag him in. You both trudge up to the front desk where the same Melusine, Sedene, sits, going about her duties happily.

“Hello again, Sedene,” you smile, pulling your brother to a stop up beside you. “We’ve come for our appointment with the Iudex at one-thirty.”

“Ah! Of course, give me just a moment, I’ll let him know you’ve arrived.” The Melusine promptly hops down from her chair and begins to toddle over to the Chief Justice’s office door. “Take a seat over there for now.”

You thank her and immediately turn to sit down, leaving your brother no room to make any potential moves. “Remember what I said? About speaking to him respectfully?”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, [Name].” Daniel rolls his eyes, but quickly fixes his tone and expression at the murderous look you send him. “Ahem. Yes. I won’t speak out of turn.”

You don’t answer, not exactly satisfied, still anxious about how he’s going to act around the Iudex. You’d probably have to stick around after your brother leaves to personally apologise to Neuvillette.

“Alright, you two, come along now—the Iudex is ready for you.” You both snap to attention when Sedene’s friendly voice calls from before Neuvillette’s door. “Head on in.”

The two of you quickly head into his office, the door shutting behind you. Neuvillette is at his desk, perusing some papers, before looking up and giving you both a closed-lipped, welcoming smile, standing and stepping around his desk to greet you. “Ah, Mademoiselle [Name], Monsieur.” Neuvillette holds out a hand to your brother to shake. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

You’re relieved to see Daniel give an equally amicable smile back and take Neuvillette’s hand to firmly shake it. “No, sir, it’s my honour to make your acquaintance. I was a bit shocked at the news of your betrothal when my sister told me, you see.”

Thank goodness, he’s being mature. You side-eye your brother in the meantime, warily watching him like a hawk. One wrong move and he’s dead meat, I tell you.

“Of course, as anyone would likely be.” Neuvillette turns and gestures to the sofas, welcoming you both to take a seat. “Please, sit. Would you like a drink?”

“Oh! Yes, please.” You can tell just by Daniel’s elated expression that he thinks Neuvillette’s going to pour him a glass of brandy—when, in reality, it’s going to be a glass of personally selected and imported water all the way from Natlan or something. You amusedly watch the Chief Justice do just what you predicted—lift a glass jug foggy with condensation, the water inside pleasantly chilled, and elegantly pour it into a drinking glass. You see Daniel blink in confusion, but politely accepts the drink either way, subtly taking a whiff of the liquid inside just to make sure—ultimately frowning even more in puzzlement. Meanwhile, Neuvillette’s expression is content, the corners of his lips lifted into a small, pleased smile, his aura nothing like his usual intimidating, grave countenance. You also take the glass offered to you with a soft thank-you and smile, trying hard not to cackle at Daniel’s baffled reactions.

Neuvillette also takes a seat upon the armchair having been previously pulled up in front of the sofa so he can casually chat without being on the other side of his office, far away. You, opting to remain silent and leaving it to the two men to initiate the conversation, lean back into your own seat and eye Daniel amusedly, foot purposefully close to his shin if there is a need to kick him.

“Now, I think I already know why you’ve requested to meet with me,” begins Neuvillette, inclining his head towards Daniel in a respectful gesture. “And I completely understand why. I am happy to explain to you the reality of the situation—or, should I say, predicament, your sister and I are currently in.”

“Ahem, yes,” Daniel coughs lightly, awkwardly. He seems to have taken my warnings to heart. You mercifully shift your foot a little further away from his leg, not so on-guard now. “[Name] has told me the brief version. May I inquire as to where your relationship with my sister truly lies?”

Neuvillette doesn’t seem bothered at all by any of his questions, much to your relief. “I can assure you that this is a business transaction of sorts. Our relationship is strictly professional—however, Mademoiselle [Name] and I have mutually agreed to become friends.”

“We both believe it to make things easier for us while we are forced into intimate proximity as part of the act Lady Furina is impelling us to put up,” you inform your brother. Neuvillette nods in agreement, and you continue. “We have a contract. It has all the necessary clauses towards making sure this ‘marriage’ remains chaste and systematic.”

You really don’t know why you both have to explain yourselves to Daniel so much, but here you and Neuvillette are. Daniel looks from you to Neuvillette with clear scepticism. “…Okay. I’ll be honest, then.” You immediately tense at your brother’s tone. He looks the Iudex straight in the eye. “Initially, monsieur, I came to suss you out. To see what kind of man my sister is marrying. I didn’t expect you two to just be heading into a marriage of convenience; like this is some kind of third-rate romance novel from Yae Publishing House.” You could’ve sworn you saw a flicker of surprise and slight amusement in Neuvillette’s mauve eyes at your brother’s unintentionally ironic statement. Daniel doesn’t appear to notice, as the look is gone as quickly as it came. “And, well, I’m sure you can understand why I, as her older brother, would be so protective. You see, five years ago, she was—”

You immediately kick Daniel’s leg—aiming for his shin, accidentally hitting his ankle instead, earning a slight yelp from him. Neuvillette blinks in surprise, sweeping his perplexed amethyst gaze to you. You smile tightly. “We don’t need to go that deep into it. What he’s saying is that he’s wary, which is perfectly fine. However,” you grit out the word, turning to Daniel. “He ought to have had quite enough explained to him by now. So, therefore, I believe this meeting is ov—”

“Wait just a minute, [Name],” Neuvillette interrupts. “I believe I’m owed an explanation. What happened five years ago that has made you all so cautious? I’d like to know.”

“Neuvillette, please don’t pry—”

“Five years ago, my sister was in a relationship and got engaged,” Daniel says over the top of you, having recovered from rubbing his sore ankle. You whip around sharply, drilling him with a warning glare to shut up. Your brother ignores you, and panic rises. “Her ex-fiancé was a very bad man. That…” He reciprocates your look with a stern one of his own. “Is all I’ll say. You’ll tell him in due course, right, [Name]?”

No, I won’t, but you’re not exactly sure about that yourself. Clenching your jaw, you send a guarded look the Iudex’s way, and he silently stares back with a clear-eyed, unreadable gaze. That makes you quickly avert yours back to your brother. “Depends. This is for twelve months only. I don’t see why—with all due respect, of course, Your Honour—” your tone turns a tad sardonic, and Neuvillette notices, giving you a sidelong look. “—He needs to know. It’s not that big of a deal, anyway.”

Neuvillette lifts one silver brow slowly, as if to say, really? while Daniel gazes at you incredulously. They’re both dead silent, staring at you, and you press your lips together awkwardly. “Five years is a…long time. It won’t affect this contractual relationship at all, so I don’t see why it matters.”

You know that Neuvillette has already connected the dots—from your initial reluctance to agree to this entire ordeal, the panic attack at the opera, to the background check he’d have done on you, where all the undetailed but necessary information would’ve already been recorded—he clearly does not believe your words. Save for Daniel’s dubious, open-mouthed stare that really isn’t helping your case, you can’t say you agree with your own words yourself—because, ever since the time alone with Neuvillette after your anxiety attack, he hasn’t really left your thoughts. The way he dealt with the situation so calmly and then stayed with you afterwards really got you thinking—this man seems trustworthy. Is it worth the risk…?

“So, do we have your blessing, brother?” The awkward silence has gotten too much to bear. Your words make Daniel snap his mouth shut and blink, before shaking his head in indecision. “I don’t know…I don’t want you hurt.”

“I’m not going to get hurt, Daniel.” Is it really that hard to understand? “This marriage is not real. So there is no problem posed. We’re going to have to go through with it anyway, as the contract’s already signed.”

You’ve noticed Neuvillette’s silence so far, and you try not to let it bother you too much. He’s just observing the both of you quietly, expression unreadable—which makes it all the worse. You’re just hoping he gets the hint and doesn’t prolong this tedious conversation any longer.

“Well, you’re an adult, [Name].” You almost sigh in relief at how your brother finally decides to relent; shaking his head and sighing wearily. “I just fear you haven’t learned your lesson.” You freeze up at his words, blood now ice-cold in your veins—but neither seem to have noticed, as Daniel has turned to the Chief Justice. “This may be a ‘contractual’ relationship, but please take good care of her. She needs it.”

You hardly hear him—and you don’t catch Neuvillette’s reply. You’re too busy thinking about your brother’s words.

I haven’t learned my lesson? Yes, the wound is still only scabbed over, the inside still bloody and vulnerable. Yes, you’re a fool for thinking that keeping all men at arm’s length and never pursuing another relationship would help you move on. And yes, you know how weak you and your heart is—especially to the actions of a man that appears genuine, as if truly derived from the depths of his heart with sincere feelings and motives; one who looks at you with such soft, feeling amethyst eyes, and would be sure to engulf your small hands within his large, warm ones and hold on tight, never to let go. The words hit real close to home, too close—and now, you’re at a loss for what to do.

It’s like everything you fabricated yourself—that image that you had illustrated with your own hand, that mirage you’d dreamed up while wallowing within the depths of your darkest memories as mere, weak fragments of comfort—finally had that cruel brick of reality thrown at its feeble glass. And when glass shatters, it goes everywhere—splintered into millions of tiny bits and pieces, impossible to ever find and pick up and put back together again and into its original state. The mess subsequent is nonetheless bothersome—you must be careful to not cut yourself with the larger shards, the edges sharp and cruel; and beware the smaller pieces, as they are so easy to get into your skin, into your bloodstream, posing great medical setbacks.

Your heart is guarded by a glass box. One wall of it has now been broken, and the shards have embedded themselves deeply into your heart’s flesh, dealing irreparable damage.

Your heart is struggling to beat. A major, detrimental part of its shield has been demolished, leaving it to leap in fear—to race in dread. It’s a conscious muscle; if the glass box—the one that protects your soul from further harm, when the seams holding your unmended heart together through the middle are so loose—collapsed entirely, leaving only one blow left to vitiate your heart once and for all, what will you do then?

They say the heart knows what it wants. Would they also say the heart knows when it’s about to disintegrate?

You’re snapped from your abysmal thoughts when someone pats your shoulder. You look up at Daniel, who gestures towards the door. “Time to head off, [Name]. Thank you for having us, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

“Of course.” You don’t miss the concerned look he sends your way, before it is masked with politeness again. “Have a wonderful rest of your day, you two.”

With a quick goodbye and smile, you and your brother exit the Palais Mermonia; Daniel letting out a large sigh of relief. “Well, glad that’s over. I think you’re marrying a good guy—hey, [Name], you okay?”

“I’m heading home now, Daniel,” you say quietly, avoiding his eyes. “I’m…tired.”

“Oh, okay.” He blinks, clearly not fully believing you, before conceding. “Well, I’ll tell Elvira you said hi. Make sure to eat dinner, alright?”

“Yeah.” You’re already walking away, leaving with a feeble wave. “See ya, Dan.”

You leave your brother standing there, confused at your swift change of mood, while you cradle what’s left of your heart’s shield.

What will happen if my soul is shattered?

It’s simple: you won’t recover.

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