scribbly first date type affair (continuation of my modern au stuff)

Meet my OC Spider-Weaver (Spider-Woman, Earth 50513)

For the next few paras I’m gonna rant abt my spidersona :D this might not make any sense at all bc I’m just rambling at this point but here we go anyway! (a small warning, this is going to be a LONG post)

All images are from Pinterest!

TW: Mentions of death, some queerphobia/homophobia (judgemental aunties suck)

Name: Nikita Raina (pronounced Rhi-na like rhino but with an ‘a’ at the end instead of an ‘o’) (yes she’s South-Indian and yes this is me projecting)

Alias: Spider-Weaver*

Basic stuff to know:

-She’s loosely based off of a golden silk orb-weaver spider! I’m not going to attach an image but if you don’t mind staring at spiders then I suggest you look them up, they’re actually really pretty!!

-She’s been learning ballet since she was 3, picked up gymnastics for 2 or 3 years and then quit

-South-Indian

-Complete empath

-INCREDIBLE at knitting/crocheting/macramé knotting - basically anything involving thread + working with your hands. She literally works magic with yarn. She crocheted matching gloves for all of the Spiderteens one day after finding out that Hobie’s universe is COLD and his fingers are COLD and if she’s going to be holding his hand when it’s like that then she’ll freeze

Fighting Style:

Her fighting style is more aerobic and dynamic than the regular Spider-Man swings; she incorporates jetés and leaps from ballet into it while also using mid-air somersaults and other high-speed flips she picked up from gymnastics. She also teaches herself kalari adimurai (a South-Indian martial art similar to kalaripayittu) later on so she uses a few moves from that as well.

*The reason behind her alias being Spider-Weaver is that her web style has more of a lacy crochet feel to it than a regular spiderweb. This is what one of her webs would look like:

Her webs are bionic and on her web shooters she has built-in settings for the thickness and stretchiness of the crochet web. For example:

She can also switch up the style of her webs depending on how she feels yk? Like if she’s not vibing with any of the more plain ones she can switch to ✨ fancier ✨ stitches like

Arcade Stitch:

Lacy Stitches:

Fan Trellis Stitch:

And lots more. She’s basically got almost all crochet stitches as different settings on her web shooters. An added bonus is that they’re not only unique and quite pretty, but they’re also stronger and more durable than the average single-thread (unwoven) webs.

Backstory:

(canon events will be in red)

-She was bitten at 13. Her older brother (he’s 20, they have a 7 year gap) Ravi figured out something was wrong fairly early but she played it off as nothing, put his worries to rest and found her way as Spider-Woman on her own

-She was best friends with her universe’s Gwen Stacy since they were in kindergarten. She started freaking out few years into their friendship (they’re in middle school now) once they had become basically inseparable because she started feeling giddy and bubbly and getting butterflies around Gwen.

-Poor girl was basically terrified because her aunties (mostly her mother’s sisters) would constantly pressurise her by asking her if she had her sights set on a boy yet or discussing how her marriage to a boy would go once she was older - those prodding conversations and speculations only reinforced her fears that she wouldn’t be accepted and instead would be frowned upon if she told her family that she had a crush on a girl. So she became more withdrawn and distanced herself a little, so as to not to lose the favour of her family.

-Nikita is 14 at this point

-One day she accidentally told Ravi and she went quiet, expecting him to shame her or mock her but instead he just hugged her and told her he loved her no matter what, and guess what,, he’s queer (pan) too :D

-Fast forward to a few weeks later after an almost-death scare as Spider-Woman fighting her dimension’s Vulture (she slipped up, miscalculated a leap and almost got herself killed) she finally worked up the courage to tell Gwen because it seems like she returns her feelings too! So she goes up to her and they hug and they’re talking and she’s about to confess- But noooo

-Green Goblin attacks in the middle of the school day, during a student art & drama exhibition thing (the parents are all there) and hahaha guess what Gwen’s right in the middle of it

-So Green Goblin basically splits the school building in two and she’s on the terrace and she falls down almost 15 feet because the whole thing’s cracked and Nikita doesn’t have enough time to swing to reach her since there are so many people and she’s on the far, far side and-

-Gwen hits the ground at full force. Niki gets there just in time for her last breath and it’s a little bit like the Gwen-Peter 65 scene from ATSV (Niki’s Gwen slowly figured out that she’s Spider-Woman, she just didn’t say anything) yeah I might write out this scene sometime idk

-She manages to deal with Green Goblin for the moment but she loses her dad in the chaos too (basically instead of losing her uncle she lost her dad)

-So she lost her best friend and her father in one go

-She closes herself off and withdraws completely into herself and distances herself from everybody (except Ravi),, & starts going to ballet more to take her mind off things and to get lost in ballet, with the graceful, controlled movements so she doesn’t have to think of how everything’s gone wrong

-During the mourning period she and Ravi grow closer; they both start leaning more on each other and are able to tell each other anything

-Ravi has also started training to be a cop at this point

-Her relationship with her mother grows slightly strained and shaky the older she gets, because of how closed off she’s become

-Fast forward to when Nikita is 16 and a half and the Vulture attacks particularly viciously one day, right on the bridge (the Brooklyn Bridge variant in her universe)

-Her brother (who is now a police captain, despite being a little young) is in the middle of the maelstrom of cars being flung and buildings at the end collapsing. He - a police captain close to Spider-Woman - dies saving a child from falling rubble.

-That does a number on Nikita mentally and she just. Shuts herself down in terms of feeling emotion for a bit

-Like she just goes numb, like she’s in denial about how many people she’s lost in such a short time

-Terrified to make friends or get attached because her losing someone she cares about deeply seems to be a recurring pattern

-The only one she has left is her mom, and she’s grown really distant from her

-Little bit irrelevant but she takes up psychology. She studies how the emotional part of brain works, studies some basic therapy and other think-y stuff like that, and some of her Spider-Woman ‘jabs’ (not really but I can’t think of a word for them rn) are things like “did something formative happen to you as a child? yeah I thought I sensed some childhood trauma, would you like to talk about it?” And stuff like that (she’s pretty genuine about it too, if they start talking instead of just attacking her then she will sit down with a mug of chai and just listen to them rant)

-Anyway fast forward to a year and a half later when she’s 18

-Jessica Drew ends up following an anomaly she’s been tracking into Nikita’s dimension, the anomaly manages to get the upper hand on her and has almost overpowered her when Nikita finally swings in (probably during/right after a psychology exam too) and uses the element of surprise + her speed to get the upper hand on the anomaly and web it up

-She was recruited into the Spider-Society by Jess after she saw how capable and quick-thinking Niki could be. She saw her as someone who could be a useful asset to the society.

-It’s there where she met Hobie, Gwen, Pavitr, Margo, Miguel and Peter B. + a few other spiders she became friends with (I’ll expand on their relationships in a different post)

Suit design:

(I will be drawing this out properly sometime soon, don’t worry!! Feel free to skip this part if you think it’s too complicated ^^ I really have no idea how to describe it in a simpler way lmao)

-mainly shades of gold, black highlights

-on her arms there are black “cuff” markings like a golden silk spider’s legs

-on her wrists she has black bangles (more like cuffs bc they fit around her wrists, they aren’t loose & dangly)

-wears black fingerless sleeves, they look a little bit like Gwen’s but they have black splotches (a little bit like spray paint blobs) instead of spiderwebs

-has a black spider on the front of the suit

-wears a necklace! it’s colourful and has some mismatched colourful beads on a chord and two pendants in the centre, one pendant is a paint-splashed red electric guitar, the other pendant is one of Hobie’s rings

-wears black ballet pointe shoes

-the eye outline is black, the ‘eye’ inside is pastel golden

-black 🕸️ patterns on the side of both of her shoulders (like painted pauldrons)

Abilities:

-Along with the super-strength, super-speed and accelerated healing of the average Spider-Person, she can sense emotions and thoughts.

Not mind-reading exactly but if she focuses hard enough she can sense whatever emotion is radiating out of that particular person’s mind (she used to get very overwhelmed in middle school bc of the sheer amount of envy and insecurity and other emotions in raging hormonal teenagers’ brains and somehow studying psychology helped her figure out how to tune it out a little bit, since every time she can sense too much of intense emotions it’s like constantly blowing a dog whistle around a dog,, and she also gets horrible migraines and headaches from it)

She can even read thoughts if the emotion associated with it is strong enough.

An added ability that stems from being able to sense emotions and thoughts (to some degree) is that she can sometimes predict the moves that an enemy might make before they actually make them. It’s not 100% accurate every time but it’s still pretty useful

I’ll write out her relationships (everyone already knows that Hobie’s no. 1 on that list lmao) and the world descriptions later, but for now here’s the character that’s been living in my head since I saw ATSV :D

Oh also she’s besties with @hobiebrownismygod ’s sona Maitreyi :D desis gotta stick together yk (putting this here so I don’t forget to mention it in the relationships post ^^)

Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 22 (Crazy Love)

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Tom: Watching The Scala grow greater and greater made me so, so happy…

Tom: And that's why, even though I knew… I turned a blind eye to it.

Kate: Turned a blind eye to…?

Tom: The dark side of Liam’s talent to completely immerse himself in the roles he plays, as if he became one with the character.

(I see… so Tom knew it all along.)

(He knew that Liam wanted to disappear from the world.)

(That’s why he could make his “self” disappear and completely transform into the character .)

Tom: I knew, and yet… I was so indulged in my job as a director that I became heavily dependent on that talent…

Tom: That’s why, if there’s anything Liam is trying to overcome, I want to do it with him.

Tom: I feel that if “Hamlet” is successful, I can work together with the real Liam…

Liam: Are you trying to woo Kate?

Kate • Tom: WAH…!

Liam: What’s with that reaction? Were you really trying to woo her?

Tom: No, no! Come, come, let's go back to drinking. Come on, inside, inside!

Tom kept on drinking to hide his embarrassment, and he ended up getting rather drunk. Liam and I were worried about him, so we sent him home.

Liam: He’s so troublesome, isn’t he. If he can’t come to work because of this, I’ll throw him into the River Thames.

Kate: Fufu, it’s rare for you to say such things.

Liam: …

Liam: … I want to spend a little more time with you. Can I?

Kate: I want to stay with you too! Please let me stay with you a little longer.

(Ah, I think I got too excited. I’m just so happy that Liam invited me to stay with him… I couldn't help it.)

Liam: Mm, thanks.

Those words conveyed Liam’s own will, and that was what made me so incredibly happy.

I wanted to hold that will in my two hands and cherish it.

Liam mumbled to himself while we were walking down a street lined with many theatres.

Liam: … Everyone is truly so kind. … Tom, Harry, and you… I want to become someone deserving of that kindness.

(...)

On the night I confessed my feelings to him, he told me that he was kind towards me from the day we met, because all he wanted was to be needed by someone.

Due to his twisted need for validation, Liam strongly believed that what he did was not kindness at all.

(I’m definitely not the only one. He must've thought the same way about other people for a long time.)

(But…)

Kate: Everyone’s kind towards you because you were kind to them first… don't you think?

Liam: I was kind first…?

Kate: You’re always looking out for others and saying lots of sincere things to them. You’re someone who tries to be kind.

Kate: To me, it seems that everyone who has been on the receiving end of your kindness is now trying to repay you with kindness as well.

Liam: My kindness…

I carefully avoided words that would hurt myself.

Kate: You might still be thinking that you were only kind for your own sake. And that’s okay.

Kate: But it’ll make me happy if you would remember in a small little part of your heart that there are people who have been saved by your kindness.

Liam: …

Liam: … Mm, I understand. I’ll remember that, Kate.

Kate: Yeah…

Roger once told me, “the furthest place in the world is someone’s heart”.

However, I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.

Even my own heart might be far away.

(It’s surprisingly easy to lose sight of your own heart… and that’s why, whenever Liam looks into his own heart and makes a decision…)

(I… I want to be the closest to him.)

Whenever I thought about Liam, I would get this feeling that was like being enveloped by a pitch black darkness.

That darkness whispered to me.

— If you go any deeper, you can never go back to where you originally were.

(On the day of the final performances for “Hamlet”, it would also be the day that marks the end of my work as a fairytale writer.)

(When that time comes, I—)

Liam’s charming voice pulled me out of my deep thoughts.

Liam: Looks like Will invited my father to the opening night of “Hamlet”.

Kate: Your father…?

Kate: Won't he recognize me and everyone else from Crown because we were at the belfry?

Kate: Even if he doesn't know Crown’s true identity, will he still show up after knowing that you have people backing you?

Liam: That man will show up. … He definitely will. For some reason, I just know it.

(That means…)

On the opening night of “Hamlet”, Liam will have to make a decision.

(Liam’s father, Max… he carries the sin of being involved with “Golden Butterfly”.)

It was still unclear whether he still had any connections to the butterfly that had been showing signs of being revived.

However, he was involved with them in the past and there was no denying that sin.

It was Crown’s mission to pass judgement on him.

(Will Liam be the one to kill him? Or will it be another member of Crown? That’s the choice Liam has to make.)

The only thing I could do while Liam was faced with that cruelty was to stay by his side like this.

That was all.

…

And so, it was finally the opening night of “Hamlet”.

All members of Crown were on standby, in case “Golden Butterfly” caught wind of our plan in advance.

— That was exactly our plan, though.

Even after the audience members started arriving, there was still no sight of the members.

(... I wonder what on earth is going on.)

Liam had yet to change into his costume. The two of us exchanged glances, and the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard…

William: Hi, Kate. Liam too.

Liam: Will. Wait, you’re alone? Was there a change in plans, or…

William: Yes, the butterfly won’t be appearing tonight. That means that there’s no need for Crown to be on standby, right?

Kate: Why…?

William: While Victor and I were investigating, we found out something this morning.

William: Your father, Max Evans, has no connections to the revival of “Golden Butterfly”.

Kate: No connections…?

Liam: …

Liam: That man threatened me by saying that he had the backing of the butterfly. Are you saying that… that was all a lie?

William: No, I believe that Max himself wasn't lying.

William: There have been a gang of thugs making use of the name “Golden Butterfly” to commit crimes. And he was deceived by them.

Kate: What the…

William explains that it was impossible for Max to discover the existence of Crown.

However, it was possible that he realised Liam and William were related in some way.

William: He might have been under the impression that if he brought them the dead body of Liam, a friend of the mastermind behind the butterfly’s destruction… he would be given a chance to become a member of their organisation again. Even though it was all false.

(That means, Liam was about to die for something so meaningless…?)

(I can't believe this…)

I reflexively turned my gaze towards Liam, who was standing next to me with his eyes closed like he was preparing himself.

(... Liam?)

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds… he then slowly opened his eyes, there was nothing wavering in them.

As if he had made a decision.

(...)

Liam: Thanks for investigating, Will. You should watch the play since you’re already here, I reserved a seat for you.

William: Certainly. I shall take my seat first.

After William left, Liam turned his gaze to me.

Liam: Kate. After the play, I’ll settle the things from my past.

Liam: Before that, I’ll perform on stage willingly. … I’ll be the star everyone is anticipating to see.

Kate: Willingly…?

Liam: Yeah, not to please anyone. I’m doing it because I want to.

Liam: Kate… that night, I couldn't hold the hand you reached out to me.

Liam: But the moment your tears fell onto my cheek… no, the moment you said that you loved me…

Liam: No, no, that’s not enough. I’m sure that from the day I first met you, I wanted to change.

Liam: Just like how you always believe in tomorrow, I—

Theatre Member: — The theatre is now open!

(...)

The doors to the theatre opened, and the audience started pouring in.

With a disappointed smile, Liam put his lips to my ear so that his voice wouldn't be drowned out by the bustling crowd.

Liam: I’ll see you later. Alright, here I go.

…

After parting ways with Liam, I went to the second floor where William was already seated and he signalled to me with his eyes.

I took a seat next to William and whispered.

Kate: … William. Where’s Max?

William: He’s seated three rows in front of the balcony seats.

(There he is. He’s wearing a hood, so his face is hidden.)

As I looked around, I could also see the members of the media and Liam’s fans.

All of them had their eyes on the stage.

(No matter what kind of emotions Liam is feeling right now, the curtains will still rise.)

The stage was a battleground where Liam had to fight alone, there was nothing I could do to help him.

(Please, please… let this play go smoothly.)

William: That’s the bell. … Time for the play to begin.

The story began with the sudden death of the King, and his younger brother, Claudius, marries the widowed Queen and ascends to the throne.

The King’s ghost appears before his son, Prince Hamlet, and tells him that he was poisoned to death by his own brother.

Late King: “Hamlet, my son. You must avenge me… you must defeat Claudius… // Original line: Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.”

Hamlet (Liam): “The time is out of joint; O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!”

Hamlet embarked on a journey to search for the truth of his father’s death, for the sake of revenge.

He discovered that Claudius was involved with an organisation known as “Golden Butterfly”.

Newspaper Reporter: … Hey. Was this the plot in Shakespeare’s original work?

Magazine Journalist: … No, there was no “Golden Butterfly” in the original. Is this an adaptation?

William: …

The spoonful of poison in the story dropped into the theatre, making the storyline much more interesting.

The revelation of the truth, the complicated bonds — and Hamlet’s internal conflict.

Hamlet (Liam): “Should I live with this hatred within me, or should I seek revenge? Which is the nobler way of life?” // Original lines: To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?

Hamlet (Liam): — To live or to die, is the question.

The story accelerates and reaches its conclusion with much more bloodshed.

The very moment the final line was delivered, a bone chilling silence filled the venue.

— 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds.

Liam: … *pant*... *pant*...

All traces of Hamlet vanished from Liam’s face… and he bowed to the audience. It was a beautiful sight.

The theatre instantly erupted in thunderous cheers and applause.

(... It’s a standing ovation.)

Audience: Encore! Encore!

In response to the applause, Liam returned to the stage with a smile and looked at the audience.

Liam: How did everyone find “Hamlet”? On behalf of everyone at The Scala, I sincerely thank everyone for your enthusiastic cheering and applause.

Liam: To me, this is a story about two people who were too caught up in their pasts and lost sight of the present.

Liam: … People can be easily imprisoned by their dark pasts and the ill intentions of others.

Liam: It leads to them forgetting to live in the present. … I’m sure… I was once guilty of that.

(...)

Liam: But, tonight, I only had one thought in mind — and that was to live in the moment, right here on the stage.

(Could it be…)

– Flashback Start –

Liam: Just like how you always believe in tomorrow, I—

– Flashback End –

Kate: “I want to become like you, who always believes in tomorrow”...?

His rose coloured eyes looked straight at me for a moment.

As if he wanted me to realise something.

(...)

Liam: I hope that everyone’s tomorrows will be filled with beautiful and precious things.

Liam: Thank you all for coming to our theatre tonight!

Once again, the theatre was filled with roaring cheers and applause.

Newspaper Reporter: Hey. I’ll start writing my article the moment I get back!

Magazine Journalist: “Golden Butterfly”, huh. This would be an interesting headline…

William: … Tonight's performance is a drop of poison that will surely stir the hearts of people.

I suddenly looked towards Max’s seat, only to find that it was empty.

(... He’s not there!)

William: He likely just left his seat not long ago. He might've gone to reflect on his foolishness, after watching his son’s performance.

(Foolishness? By any chance—)

Kate: Before the play started, did you tell Max that he had been deceived by the group of people pretending to be members of “Golden Butterfly”...?

The sharp look in William’s red eyes confirmed my guess.

William: Kate, I shall leave the final scene to you and Liam.

NO ONE

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Drama, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Bigotry & Prejudice, Sexism, Quirkless Discrimination (My Hero Academia), Quirk Discrimination (My Hero Academia), Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Angst with a Happy Ending

Katsuki, a popular pro hero, is in a relationship with ordinary office worker Deku but they are keeping their relationship a secret because Katsuki is a well known hero and they are both men. Society isn't that welcoming yet of same sex relationships.

Even with all of these problems they face, Katsuki is determined to keep their relationship going. He wants Deku. He needs him.

Once upon a time, when he was still young and naive, he used to believe that he is better than everyone else, so that means other extras are weak and below him. That included Deku who he has named that way because of his immaturity back then.

Izuku is quirkless with no power, is super weak and useless to a society that values the strong and flashy. Izuku became Deku and Katsuki became a bully.

Years of abuse is what Katsuki gave to him. From pushing him away, to blasting his personal belongings and the worst, telling him to swan dive from the rooftop.

After that very day he told Deku this, he disappeared. Completely gone from school even more the year ended. It would be a lie to say he didn't panic for a second that maybe Deku did what he told him to.

When the school didn't explain what happened and when his classmates didn't even care like he didn't exist is when Katsuki started to see something was wrong with society.

His mother that night told him that the Midoriya's have moved away to a different prefecture. Katsuki felt relieved; Deku is ok but also now far away.

Katsuki didn't have his contact information, he never thought he needed it from Deku of all people. Frankly he thought it shouldn't matter, because Katsuki still thinks that Deku didn't matter to him even if he did feel a sting in each passing day at school at the sight of the empty chair behind him.

Then UA had humbled him. At a place where the best of the best are, Katsuki was only one of them, not the greatest. When those times came that he did so well he would turn to his side expecting a praise, a voice that would say,

/'Kacchan's amazing!'/

But there never was. It was always empty just as his heart had been.

Something was missing, a hole that couldn't be filled no matter how much he achieved through the years and many years it was.

It was only then at the age of 25, at his prime and rising in the ranks, he saved someone in a crumbling building. That person had dark green hair full of dust and debris . The gash on their head caused blood to flow down their cheeks, freckles cheeks. Katsuki could pinpoint the exact moment his heart felt full and stopped at the same time.

It's Deku. It's Izuku!

The boy he once lost and now a man that he might lose again.

"Fuck don't die on me Deku!" His screech can be heard across the street and was enough for the other man to half open his eyes, emerald eyes he knew so well.

Deku was able to speak so faintly

"Kacchan…"

And lost consciousness all over again.

Katsuki spent every day after work at the hospital waiting for Deku to wake up. Day by day he notices the small things he actually missed.

Like how Deku's hair is thicker now and much softer, so may have touched it to comb out the knots while he is in bed. Or how there are more freckles on his cheeks and back, so maybe he washes Deku's body from time to time, or that he knows the number of freckles Deku used to have in middle school.

Or how his face is still as angelic as it always was. Katsuki noticed all of these and his own feelings that have been kept inside for so long.

Deku stayed in the hospital for a month, in a coma that the doctors said they were not sure if he would ever wake up from. So Katsuki begged for the first time in his life.

He had been the most terrible person in the past and here is the evidence of who he was yet Katsuki drops on his knees, takes a cold clammy hand in his warm ones and begged.

"You know, after I got to UA nothing went as planned. I tried to figure out what it meant to be strong and admit that I was actually weak. I got stronger and knew myself better. I'm rising to the top now because I finally know what it truly means to be a hero but I just couldn't forget about you. You are the reason I am here.. You, the one person that suffered the most from my insecurities. What I'm saying might not mean anything to you but…" Katsuki squeezes Deku's hand.

"Deku, I'm sorry for everything I've done until now. Please wake up and come back to me."

The hospital room is silent. Only the sound of the curtains flowing from the cool night wind can be heart and Katsuki's own nervous heartbeat.

He feels hopeless and helpless as he continues to hold on to Deku's tightly. Nothing happens, filled with despair Katsuki lets go but not before he feels a movement. So very slight but it was there. A slight twitch of fingers, an effort to touch back.

A slow flutter of lashes and slowly opening eyes. Dull green turns to shining emeralds when Deku finally sees Katsuki. Dekus eyes shone with recognition.

Deku is awake.

And the first words that Katsuki says to him after a long time of not seeing each other are calm and sure,

"Deku, I love you."

They started dating right after Deku got discharged a week later.

Katsuki was relentless after all.

-

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Deku is dating a pro hero. Whenever he thinks about it, it causes him to blush and shake his head. As a hero enthusiast, it's like a dream come true. As a Dynamight fan, it's like he died and went to heaven.

Deku is dating Pro Hero Dynamight. Top 4 in hero ranking and top 1 in most sought after bachelor in the whole of Japan. Yes, that Dynamight, Bakugou Katsuki.

Deku has been in love with him even when they were kids. They had a fall out and he moved away when they finally met again after a villain attack Kacchan suddenly confessed to him and courted him non-stop. Honestly Deku has no idea why Kacchan wanted him, but he was so honest and straightforward about it that Deku could not refuse. He has loved him longer after all.

So yes, they are together but no one knows except them and their family.

They have to keep a secret. Same sex couples are tolerated at best but not exactly accepted. They are perfectly content the way they are. A secret in public but sweet in private.

There were no problems and then Kacchan introduced his best friend to Deku.

"This Kirishima Eijirou."

Kirishima Eijiro is a nice guy. He's hyper, very friendly and as Kacchan had said had been his rock, no pun intended, during his years of self discovery at UA.

"Shitty hair, this is Izuku. I've known him since we were in diapers."

Kirishima doesn't know about the relationship as Deku was introduced as a childhood friend that Kacchan had met up with once again.

It's a dinner meet up that Kacchan wanted for a while now. Deku knows this means a lot to him that his two closest people get to know each other. He feels proud that Kacchan wanted him to meet his UA friends and fellow pro hero.

The conversation between the three of them is good. Kirishima himself is a talker and his laugh is contagious. Deku thinks they could become good friends.

The dinner went on like that until Kacchan had to stand up to take a call, leaving the two of them behind.

Deku feels a bit awkward since it will just be him and Kirishima and they have just met.

"Must be the media. You know how it is rising to the top of the ranks and all." Kirishima says enthusiastically. Deku doesn't seem to have to worry about awkwardness, Kirishima is talkative.

"Yeah, Kacchan is amazing." He agrees to what the other says, smiling while looking at Kacchan at the far corner speaking to someone on the phone.

"He sure is! That's why I think his future girlfriend should be just as amazing!"

Deku almost drops his fork, his grip gets weak and he just stares at his hand near the plate as Kirishima continues to talk.

Kirishima seems to think his silence is permission for him to continue.

"He's got to have a really amazing girl, someone pretty and not plain."

Deku felt a strange itch on his chest.

"She's got to be sexy and feminine at the same time, he can't have those girls that are muscular. He has to be the only manly one."

It turns into something heavy and dull.

"And above all she's got an amazing quirk. For someone with a great and awesome quirk like Katsuki, she has to have something like that."

Which is now a sharp ache spreading all over his body.

"Katsuki should have a super girlfriend. I mean look at him. He is just simply the best out there, so why should someone plain and ordinary be good for him, right Midoriya?"

Deku feels like he wants to cry as all his self confidence drains out of him.

Kirishima waits for Deku's answer with a bright smile that has no ill will. He truly just wants the best for his best friend.

This man is Kacchan's best friend and might be Deku's biggest problem.

By the way he speaks about Kacchan, Deku concluded that no matter what, Kirishima should never know about him and Kacchan.

"Yeah." Meekly, Deku responded.

Kirishima just positively beams. His big arms went over Deku's shoulder and pulled him in much to Deku's surprise.

"You know what Midoriya, I think you get me. I thought you were just some typical nerd but I think you’re just the guy that can help me find my best bro the perfect girl. So what do you say?” Kirishima declares with all his muscled glory.

Deku gulps. This isn't good at all.

TBC

Woe! One Piece-Persona crossover upon ye

aka what Social Links/Arcana would the Straw Hats and their allies be, because I'm a big nerd

0 The Fool - Monkey D. Luffy

God's perfect idiot, he marches wherever adventure takes him, with a smile and a laugh. He has stumbled into world-changing events by complete accident.

I The Magician - Usopp

A tinkerer and a man of ideas, but a liar and a con to his very core. Usopp is not un-heroic, but occasionally loses sight of his own scruples in favour of the easy way out.

II The High Priestess - Nefertari Vivi

Vivi is a stabilising influence, but struggles with the appropriateness of action. Wise beyond her years, but not so wise as to not need a helping hand.

III The Empress - Emporio Ivankov

The fabulous, the inestimable, the Queen to end all Queens. Ivankov is a father-mother to their people and a creative force par excellence ... though her works are not always what you expect.

IV The Emperor - Roronoa Zoro

One of the wings of the new Pirate King, for Zoro, might is everything. He will not rest until he has conquered all others, for himself and for those that fell before.

V The Hierophant - JImbei

The rational leader of men, Jimbei's counsel is invaluable to Luffy on his journey. He knows he doesn't need to be a tyrant to be a powerful and respected leader.

VI The Lovers - Boa Hancock

Ice-cold queen or love-struck romantic? Boa Hancock is a delicate balancing act between firmness and compassion. Neither and both at once.

VII The Chariot - Franky

The war machine ever charging forward, Franky stops for no man. His single-minded determination is hard to sway, though many would dearly wish him to.

VIII Justice - Monkey D. Garp

The heavy-handed fist of law, Garp is a man for whom discipline and love are near-indistinguishable. He must make a choice to do what is lawful or what is good.

IX The Hermit - Silvers Raleigh

The supporter in the wings, Raleigh knows what it takes to be a Pirate King. He doesn't want it for himself, but he will stolidly support one he feels is worthy.

X The Wheel of Fortune - Sabo

Sabo's life has been one of ups and downs. Things haven't always gone his way, but he often comes out on top in the end.

XI Strength - Tony Tony Chopper

Tony Tony Chopper is an analyst at heart, juggling the power of the beast with the gentle, dextrous hand of the human surgeon. By joining two natures, he can be more than either of them.

XII The Hanged Man - Trafalgar Law

Shackled and bound, a life subject to powerful whims. Unfortunately, the chains that bind Law only make him stronger and more convicted.

XIII Death - The Going Merry

The trusty old workhorse of the Straw Hat Pirates, the day they met Merry was the day they became a real pirate crew. The day they lost the Merry was the day they realised what it means to sail the world. And the day the Merry came back to save them was the day they realised the power of a friend's loyalty.

XIV Temperance - Brook

Brook's had a lot of time to mull over who he is and what he wants. Polite, efficient, and genial, he won't deny himself his wants, but he doesn't need force to take it.

XV The Devil - Nico Robin

A lifetime of being told 'no' can wear on you. Nico Robin's spent a long time telling herself her wants and needs don't matter. Now she's over that - she will live for the sake of living and answer to nobody who says otherwise.

XVI The Tower - Ace

Pride comes before a fall, and Ace fell hard. Once seemingly-indestructible, captured, humbled and shamed, it was only his world crumbled around him that Ace realised the truth - that he was loved, but also that he is not invincible, and powerful forces will destroy him to hurt those he cares about.

XVII The Star - Yamato

The bright and shining star of Wano Country, living his own truth in the face of all adversity. Yamato is hope, defiant in the face of the nay-sayers.

XVIII The Moon - Nami

Two-faced and secretive, but wise and level-headed. The Moon favours the Witch's magic, and once Nami learns to trust in her friends, she only gets stronger for it.

XIX The Sun - Vinsmoke Sanji

The Sun is a creator, an artist held down only but his own self-esteem. Sanji flourishes when all is well, but deep down he fears what he is and what he could become.

XX Judgment - Shanks

The call to adventure, and the final obstacle. Like a ghost Shanks has haunted the actions of the Straw Hats, and sooner or later, he is the one they will have to confront.

XXI The World - Joy Boy

A true apotheosis, ascended to godly form. No longer a man, but an avatar of a spiritual ideal.

Chapter 2 - The crow feather

Masterlist TNBT

WN: mention of: blood, death, suicide, and murder

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…When Utahime was 6 years old…

She went to the playground often and played alone by herself. Utahime used to do everything alone. Last year, Utahime had to drop out of school because her dad cheated on her mom and left them. They didn’t have much money to pay for her tuition after that.

After her mom worked so hard, the year later Utahime got into the school again. She was proud of her mom and did her best not to bother her mom. Nonetheless, the 6 years old girl was still a kid. She cried when she was sad too.

She thought back to the first day she confronted Gojo, a famous rich boy. She saw Gojo usually play with Geto, but never once did she want to play with them. They were rich with new clothes and toys every day, she was poor with the same clothes and toys that she used for years.

It was her first achievement in life to save money until she could buy ice cream with her own money. She was too happy, too clumsy, and dropped it.

She wailed and wailed until the white-haired boy approached her and got her a new one. The boy played with her after that, introduced her to his friends, shared his toys with her, and became a safe place for her to rest.

Utahime was thankful to the prince who came to help her. Because she was thankful to the prince, she was too afraid to lose him. No one knew how much humans could do when they were scared to lose something or someone.

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At the present time

Utahime secretly gazed at Nanami. She felt he was too cute to be anxious just because of buying flowers for you. She could picture how Nanami would be a good husband to take care of his wife. He might not be a prince, but he was a good man.

Nanami suggested Utahime be the one to give you flowers because he wanted you to be comfortable talking to her. Utahime pictured you must be a shy young girl.

Nevertheless, she was wrong, completely wrong. She could tell you weren’t the shy type, but the one who would’t force yourself to do what you didn’t want. In this case, you didn’t want to talk to anyone. You only bobbed to answer questions and pointed to what you wanted people to see.

It was alright, Utahime told herself. We all needed time and you just met her for the first time. No needed to rush things between her and Nanami or her and you.

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Gojo arrived at the university with a teddy bear and a big sunflower. He didn't really like to be in a crowded place. However, today was a special day for Utahime and his family. He came straight to where his family was. He tried to look for his young relative who graduated today as well.

He was in a hurry to give a teddy bear to his relative, but once he was there where his family gathered, the main person was nowhere to be found. He urged the parents to call their son and Gojo kept texting the young boy to be here soon. A moment later, he saw him run to them.

“Wow, you let me wait for you. Why don’t you come tomorrow huh?” Gojo said in a teasing tone.

“I-I am s-sorry” Yuta was breathless from running.

“I was kidding, but I’m hurried to go somewhere. Here’s the bear for ya. I’ll see you later” Gojo stroked Yuta’s head harshly till his hair was messy.

“Ahh!, my hair!” Yuta yelled to his older relative. He looked at Gojo. He was grateful that Gojo was always kind to him and helped him with a lot of things including his family's financial problems in the past.

After Gojo left his family, he was searching for his one and only, Utahime. He was so tall, it wasn’t that hard to notice her among the crowd. He beheld Utahime wearing a blue short dress with a white coat.

She was still gorgeous as always, never failing to take his breath away, though it was hurtful to watch her give that sweet smile to another man. He moved his glance to check where Nanami’s sister was, he aimed to begin his next move.

Then, he caught sight of you.  A girl was next to Nanami and Utahime who stood under the white sakura tree, some white petals fell around you like snow falling.  

He noticed a girl wearing a kimono hakama. The kimono was white and filled with pink and white flowers and alternating colors of green, red, black, and yellow flags patterns. The hakama skirt was forest green without patterns.

You also wore white socks and a red flip flop. You had a half-up hairstyle with a white bow to tie your loose curl hair. The warm breeze might have blown some of your hair into your face. He assumed you might feel annoyed because you used your tiny fingers to shove your hair from your fluffy cheek slowly.

Gojo watched as you only nodded your head and did not speak at all. There was something different about you, something he didn't understand. He believed that everything around you was still moving, like how Utahime was chuckling gently. Still, you were the only one in his baby blue eyes that stopped moving.

Later on, he realized you all were going somewhere. He used his long legs to walk to where you were. It seemed far but in a blink of an eye, he was close to you. He didn’t know your name, so he decided to play around a bit with that blonde-haired man who dared to steal his crush from him.

“Nanaminnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn”

His plan worked, you turned around. ‘Ohh, you saw him. Ah! You looked at him too’, His first step to surprise ruin Utahime and Nanami was successful.

Gladly, he bought a big sunflower for you, he would like to show them how nice he was. And it was a part of his plans. Well, the bonus was you might fall for him too.

“This is for you, little one. Congratulations” Gojo smiled warmly. He locked eyes with you. You looked adorable, but your eyeballs showed him suffering and emptiness.

You nodded.

“It would be rude if you don’t tell me your name” Gojo smirked at you.

You blinked rapidly. In your brain, you sort out forty-five and twenty-two thousand ways to answer him. You were about to choose one answer to reply when you felt Gojo moved closer to you.

“Gojo, you’re the one who is being rude!” Utahime scolded.

“I gave her a flower, she took it, and didn't tell her name, so how am I being rude here?” Gojo said while still staring at you.

“Okay, if you don’t tell your name. I don’t mind. But!!!! From now on, I’ll call you little one” Gojo declared.

“Y/n, that’s her name” Nanami spoke and stood in front of you to face Gojo.

Gojo grinned. He leaned to his side, trying to talk to you, who was behind Nanami. “Nice to meet you. The name suits you well”

Nanami leaned his body to block Gojo’s view of you. “Thanks for giving her the flower, but we must go now. Have a great day. Y/n, let’s go. Utahime, do you still want to go with us?”

“Y-yes!” Utahime ran to be next to Nanami. You three began walking. However, Gojo still followed behind.

“Why Gojo? Why?” Utahime asked angrily after swirling around to glare at him.

“I got lost with my family” Gojo answered back and unhurriedly walked next to you.

“Your family? How?” Utahime asked.

“It’s Yuta’s graduation too, Hime” Gojo eyed her.

You observed the looks between Gojo and Utahime. You watched Utahime as her eyelids lowered a bit to show the soft look, though she spoke harshly to him. Her body slightly shivered, her thumb rubbed the pointed finger, and she bit the inside of her bottom lip. It was like she was nervous.

You smoothly headed to glance at where Gojo was. You acted like you were looking around, on the other hand, you were observing this white-haired man. You analyzed his look, figure, and movements.

You saw he tightened his jaw. His hand clenched into a fist. He barely blinked when he talked or looked at her like he wanted to capture her picture as much as he could. He stood straight confidently, but his eyes were full of sadness and fear.

It was easy for you to realize the way they looked at each other from their orbs. They loved each other. You were confused. It would be impossible for Nanami not to see this. You then unhurriedly turned to watch Nanami. Your eyes widened, your breath was quicker when you found Nanami was looking at you.

You were stunned. You immediately turned your head to the other side. Unfortunately, you turned to lock eyes with Gojo. His eyes were delicate before they were changed to be playful again.

“Don’t fall in love with me, y/n” Gojo leaned forward to speak with you.

You didn't say or move. You just stared at him. You tried to read him. Though you just learned he loved Utahime, predicting Gojo’s next move was as hard as Nanami.

Gojo kept smiling at you. ‘Oh no she keeps looking at me’, that was in his mind.

Before anyone could do anything, you all heard Yuta’s voice, “Gojo! Y/n? Huh?”.

“Yuta, why are you here?” Gojo asked.

“I-I’m here for y/n, Yuki asked me to find her” Yuta was bewildered about how you were with his older relative.

Gojo grinned from ear to ear and looked at you. “So, little one, you’re the one Yuta visits often, huh? Lemme introduce myself again. I’m Gojo Satoru. I’m Yuta’s relative”

You stared at Gojo and Yuta. You inhaled and exhaled calmly and began to walk from Nanami to Yuta. You slowly tiptoed to whisper close to Yuta’s ear.

“Yuta, is this guy your relative, like a real real relative?” you questioned.

Yuta’s face turned red. It was rare that you would be this close to him. He heard everything you said. “Sorry, what did you say? I couldn't hear clearly?”

Yuta leaned down for you when he sensed you grabbed his arm to balance yourself. He placed his hand on your lower back to secure you. You whispered again but louder than the previous time.

Yuta moved his head to face you and murmured. “Yep, he is my relative”.

Gojo watched how you move your pretty lips. So, you could speak but chose not to do that with him and Utahime. He recollected that his relative had started hanging out often at a certain friend's house 3 years ago.

“Yuta, you’ve been going to hang out with her since your first year right?” Gojo asked.

“I hang out with Toge too. Toge and y/n live in the same house” Yuta replied.

“Y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnn Yutaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” Yuki shouted their names. She ran into the group while her left hand was grabbling Toge's arm with her.

Yuki glimpsed Utahime and Gojo. She didn’t know who Utahime was. Yet, she knew who Gojo was. He was famous and from a powerful family just like y/n’s family.

“Nanami, are they your friends?” Yuki asked Nanami.

“This is Utahime, my co-worker and Gojo is our co-worker and Yuta’s relative” Nanami explained plainly. He walked close to you before pulling your hand to be close to him. His hand was larger and warmer than yours. It made you feel safe.

“Y/n, today is your special day. I think you might want to take a picture with Yuki and Toge. Smile more for today, okay?” Nanami said gently.

You nodded. You stood in the middle between Yuki, your aunty and Toge, your friend and step-brother. You slowly smiled. You looked around to see others with their family. You closed your eyes for a moment.

You imagined your father was next to Toge. Your mother was next to Yuki. Your older brother was behind you. This was the family you would like it to be although you still remembered the red liquid everywhere in your house ten years ago.

You lost in your sadness to think about your family. You hoped they would be here to see your success.

“Y/n, smile for me please” Nanami requested.

His voice always called you back no matter where you were. That was why he meant a lot to you. That was why it hurt you inside to see he was with someone.

However, you learned a tragic lesson from losing your family. You learned to wish for your loved ones to have happiness in life even though you could not be there for them. As long as they were happy, that was enough.

You looked straight at the camera that Nanami held. The corners of your mouth slowly lift up. They were lifted up by the unwillingness, from the sadness of not having your family members here.

Nevertheless, the smile was also from the gratitude that you felt toward Yuki who took care of you, although she was just your mom’s best friend and Toge was there for you, even though he was not your real brother.

Nanami realized his heart was pounding to see your bright smile. Your smile was still as sweet as when you were young. He gripped the camera tight in fear of slipping it out from his large hands.

“It was wrong” Nanami whispered to himself.

At the same time, Gojo gazed at that dumb smile on your face. He could tell you were forcing yourself. He thought Utahime’s smile was still the most beautiful he had seen.

Yet, it was odd because he also felt that smile suited your face. He was curious what it would be like if he annoyed you or even better if he made you talk to him. That seemed to be a challenging mission to try.

Utahime stared at you with her tender eyes. You looked more adorable when you smiled. No wonder why Nanami was worried about you so much. Utahime heard someone giggling, she then shifted her head to see who it was.

Surprisingly, it was Gojo. To her surprise, Gojo kept his eyes on you while giggling. She was worried whether he would have had a weird plan to annoy her again by using you.

After taking a million photos as Yuki requested, Yuki asked Yuta to be in the frame with you and Toge. Later, Yuki invited Nanami to take a photo with you. You stood close to him.

You sensed he wrapped his arm on your waist to bring you closer. Your heart was full with warmth from his gentle touch. ‘He was here, He was always here with you’, you thought.

“Utahime, come and take a photo with us” Nanami suggested after he took some photos with you.

Utahime watched how you would react. You looked and smiled at her a little bit. Utahime took it as a sign of doability.

Utahime was on the left side and Nanami was on the right side. You still could feel his hand on your back.

“Are you done?” Gojo asked you all loudly.

“What do you want?” Nanami asked with slight anger.

“Wanna take a photo too!!” Gojo responded cheerfully. He moved close to where you all stood. You assumed he needed Nanami to be out of the frame, so he could take a photo with you and Utahime, but you were wrong.

“Hime, Nanami, could you move away from her? I want a photo with y/n” Gojo pushed Nanami and grabbed Utahime’s arm to stay away. Then, he stood close to you. So close that you could smell his sweet cologne.

You took a glimpse at Gojo. He smelled like candy. Moreover, he was so close that your left arm touched his right arm. You wondered what kind of person would like to take a photo with no gap between bodies of people who just met. To you, Gojo was remarkable…

“Smile for me, little one” Gojo looked at your eyes.

You smiled automatically before turning your head at the camera. Toge took 2 photos of you and Gojo, one when you both locked eyes with each other, and another one when you and Gojo smiled at the camera.

“We looked so good! Don't you think so? Send to me too, the boy” Gojo happily asked you before he told Toge.

You shook your head up and down a couple times to agree with him.

It was a memorable day that you graduated with your friends and had people who you loved. Even though there were two people you didn’t know, you appreciated their time to be here for you no matter what their reasons were.

When you all were about to go home, Gojo invited everyone to have dinner together. At first, Nanami and Utahime refused, Gojo said he reserved the whole restaurant at the top floor of the hotel. It cost him more than 6 figures. Yuki was shocked. She heard about how rich and crazy Gojo was, but never experienced it till today.

He said it was fine to waste money, but Yuki felt bad, well more like she wanted to go there, so she agreed to go. That made you, Toge, and Yuta go as well. Finally, Nanami and Utahime had to go there as Gojo planned.

When you all arrived at the restaurant, there was no one there. Only one long table was next to the massive window of the hotel. From there, you could see a broad view of Tokyo city.  

“Gojo, why is there only one table here?” Yuta asked his relative.

“Well, because it is Y/n' s graduation and I don’t know how many people will come. So, I reserved the whole place and asked them to put one long table” Gojo explained proudly.

“How about Yuta, your relative?” Utahime rolled her eyes before asking him.

“Well, our family plans to gather tomorrow anyway” Gojo shrugged.

While everyone was talking, you looked at the window to see the view of the city. You admired how alluring the city was. You felt someone stepping close to you. You were about to swirl back but were stopped by the heavy hands on your small shoulders.

You didn’t need to see who it was since you could smell the sweet fragrance. You saw the reflection of Gojo’s face and movement. He bent his body to whisper next to your ear.

“I hope you like it” Gojo said.

You nodded.

“Then, can you hel-” Gojo was about to say something. However, he saw from the corners of his eyes that someone yanking your arm. Gojo raised his eyebrow to see Nanami take you away from him again.

“Let’s eat Gojo” Nanami spoke flatly.

Gojo smiled slyly. He was over the moon that he was truly sure he discovered the way to get Utahime back.  

Yuki sat at the head of the table. Toge, you, and Yuta sat on her right. Nanami, Utahime, and Gojo sat on her left. The food was so fancy. There were more than 20 dishes on the table, some food you knew like steak, grilled scallops, chicken stew, pork chops, steamed crab, and many more.

You couldn’t help, but kept peeking at Gojo. Since you met him in the morning, you were eager to know about him. You also found out he was soft when he was around Utahime. He kept spooning food onto Utahime's plate.

Utahime didn’t say anything, her reaction was normal, unlike how she disagreed with Gojo most of the time in the morning. In fact, it looked natural. You guessed they must have known each other for a long time.

You sensed a glare from someone, so you looked around and met with Nanami's eyes. You glanced at Nanami spooning some food onto your plate. You just nodded lightly.

“Y/n, eat this. It’s good” Yuta put some meat on your plate.

You smiled at him and scooped some fried rice for him too. You got a goosebump as someone stared at you strongly. Suddenly, you were stunned when Gojo called out your name. “Eat this pasta, little one. It's the famous dish of the restaurant”

You nodded and looked at the pasta on your plate before taking some in your mouth.

“Is it delicious?” Gojo asked you.

You nodded while the spoon was still in your mouth.

‘Cute’ Gojo thought.

‘Too much’ Nanami thought.

‘Gojo is different today’ Utahime thought.

‘This is bad’ Yuta thought.

‘I’m so proud of you, y/n’ Toge thought.

‘Y/n has grown up to be a beautiful woman now’ Yuki thought.

‘This food is really good’ you thought.

You saw how they talked to each other and had fun. Though you said nothing during the meal, you were fine with Yuta taking care of you, Yuki enjoying the meal, Toge sharing his food with you, Nanami being happy with a woman next to him.

After the main course, Gojo requested dessert to be served. There were many kinds of desserts on the table and you were having a difficult time choosing what to eat first.

Even though the dinner was a bit chaotic, it was a great time. You met two new people unexpectedly. Still, they both were nice to you, especially Gojo.

Gojo later on invited everyone to stand near the window because he had received permission from the restaurant to show a special gift for you.

For a moment, the sound of the fireworks was heard. The dark sky in the evening was colored with red, blue, green, white, yellow, purple, and pink. There were different shapes of fireworks too.

You never preferred the loud sound, but it was acceptable to listen to this sound with the sparkle and the brightness of the evening sky.

Your eyes unconsciously gazed at where Gojo was. You caught sight of Nanami watching the sky next to Utahime. Utahime held her hand with the blond haired-man.

At the same time, Gojo was gazing at Utahime's face with a bitter smile. You wondered whether your face had the same smile as Gojo or not.

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You woke up on your bed the next morning. You still remembered the sad smile of Gojo. You felt bad for him. However, you could do nothing to help him too.

You shook your head to clear your silly ideas about Gojo. There was nothing to think of him since you wouldn’t see him anymore. You decided to go downstairs to make some pancakes for Toge and Yuki.

You tilted your head to recall how Toge and Yuki made pancakes. You forgot what step you needed to do first. You saw flour and you realized you had to make dough. You added ingredients that you could remember: eggs, water, sugar, salt?

You heated the pan and added butter with a bit of oil. This was how they did it, you were sure.

You slowly added the dough into the pan.

“Hmm, it seemed…weird” you muttered.

Unexpectedly, you saw a small fire in the pan. Your eyes got bigger than the eggs you added in dough. “Uh oh! Togeeeeeeeeee Yukiiiiiiiiiiiiii” you kept shouting their name.

“Y/n, what happens?” Toge was shocked with the situation that happened in front of him.

“Shoot! Oh non ononoonoonno whaaaahh Close! The! Stove” Toge screamed and ran to close the stove before moving the pan away to a safer place.

“What the!!! Fjfgkjgn Y/N again??” Yuki shouted and used the towel to absorb the water before covering the whole pan.

After everything seemed safe, both Toge and Yuki looked at you. “Y/n, didn’t we tell you not to cook without us?” Toge said.

You looked at your feet and bit your lower lip a bit.

“Y/n, I love you. You know right, I always let you do what you want except cooking ALONE” Yuki flopped on the floor and sighed.  

“S-sorry…” you murmured.

“Not just sorry but don’t do it AGAIN” Toge laid on the floor next to Yuki.

“That was scary, you know. This is the hundredth time you tried to burn the house. If you do it again, I’ll tell Nanami” Toge threatened.

“N-Nooooo Toge, don’t do that I won't cook again really. I promise” you flopped down next to Toge.

Toge watched you and got up from the floor. He caressed your cheek lightly. “Don’t pout like that, just promise me okay? I don’t want you to get hurt”

You nodded and made a pinky promise with him.

After the disaster morning you created, you went back to your own bedroom. You opened the laptop to see if there was any new order for the handmade bracelet. You replied to all the customers before listing what you had to purchase from the charms factory and accessories shop.

You saw the light display on your phone and picked it up. It was your dad's best friend who always checked on you since your dad passed away.

“Hi, Kenjaka uncle” You said.

“Y/n, congratulations. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you yesterday. I was on the plane back from the business trip” Kenjaku clarified.

“Thank you, how was your trip?” you asked while playing with the hem of your oversized t-shirt.

“It was good. The deal was made. I went with Jogo…He also hopes to see his niece too”

You were silent when Kenjaku mentioned Jogo.

“He does miss you, Y/n. Tomorrow, we’ll celebrate the deal that our hospital will get to work with the biggest hospital in America at Jogo’s mansion. It’s only for close friends. We want to do this before announcing the news publicly. Will you come?” Kenjaku asked.

“I don’t think I should be there” you replied and looked up at the messy board in your bedroom.

“Don't forget this. The hospital business was managed by your father before he left. You refused to take care of it and that was why Jogo made you one of the shareholders. Please be there y/n, you are part of the board of directors” Kenjaku said.

‘Keep silent y/n. Let him say, let him speak more’ you told yourself.

“Listen to me, you have all the rights to be there as a family member. You are kind enough to let Jogo take over everything, so please come okay? I want to give you something too. and I miss you, we miss you” Kenjaku said softly.

“Okay, will be there. Just send me the location and the time” you requested.

“Okay, I’ll have a limousine to pick you up and will send some dresses over to choose at your house today” Kenjaku hung up.

You stood up and walked to the messy board. There were pictures of people, pieces of news you cut, and strings that tied between pictures. One picture was of Jogo.

There was news that was stuck under his photo The news claimed Jogo was at your house before your family died. Jogo said he was there to invite his brother to go on a business trip together. You believed there was something more because your dad never mentioned the business trip.

You might be young at that time, but you could still recall all the things that happened that night. All the people said that your dad was crazy to kill his wife and your brother before killing himself. They claimed you were just lucky to hang out with Toge on that night, that was why you survived.

It was not true. You were sure. Your dad was always sweet for us, for you, your mom, and your brother. Tomorrow, you were determined to use this opportunity to investigate Jogo, your dad's younger brother who never called you at all since your dad was gone.

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You wore a white embroidered floral pattern strapless dress and knee-length. It caressed your body pretty well, actually too well, you couldn’t feel your organs inside your body at all. You also brought an oversized black blazer with you. You waited for a moment until the car came to pick you up. Toge and Yuki kept taking your photos till you left the home.

The mansion was surrounded by a large garden, all walls are made of glass, the furniture with the minimal style, simple and only natural materials. There were about 50-60 people there. You guessed the meaning of close friends between you and Jogo were different.

The party was in a rose garden where it was located in the center of the house. You walked around to observe the waiters and waitresses wearing a white shirt inside with black suit outside as expected, for a moment you heard someone say your name.

“Y/n” Jogo called out your name.

“Hi, uncle” you mumbled and bent your body to greet him.

“You’ve grown a lot” Jogo said.

You smiled softly.

“Come. Let’s meet others from the board of directors” You followed Jogo. It was weird to meet many new people. You said nothing as Jogo spoke to everyone like he was your spokesperson.

Jogo heard about you from Kenjaku that you hadn't spoken much with people since that day. Jogo felt sorry for what happened. He felt bad that he couldn’t help his older brother or his only niece. He thought if he was more careful, if he was more responsible about the business, your dad wouldn’t…it wouldn’t happen.

You were exhausted from standing there like a doll next to your uncle. You asked to leave for the toilet. You wore the blazer and intended to walk past the tray of empty glasses. You carried the tray and went inside the building. You remembered coming to this house 10 years ago when you were young. You recalled where Jogo’s office was.

The building itself was huge. You placed champagne glasses on the first, second, and the third stairs pretending like it was an accident, like some waiters forgot to collect them or some drunk guests placed them around.

You walked upstairs to his office. You believed it took around 36 seconds from the first floor to the second floor. You went straight to the room at the end of the hall. You counted it would be around 25 seconds. You opened the door of his office, but didn’t close it completely, you left a gap.

The room was not too dark since the evening began an hour ago. You chose not to turn on the light of the room because there were big windows where natural light could come in. You turned on the flashlight of your phone camera to look around.

You saw bookcases filled with business, poetry, and some kind of history books, expensive showcases and cabinets that had different statues of humans and sculptures in many shapes, and the big safe behind the long wooden desk.

There were also photos of his family as well as some photos with your dad. You walked to sit on his office chair. You opened the first drawer from the top. You saw keys and a piece of paper with some numbers and alphabets written, m4w4h2n2m8, you read.

Then, you investigated his computer. It was open but it was locked. You tried to think of what the password could be. You glanced at the picture frame on his desk. It was him, his wife and his daughter. You stared at the piece of paper again.

You were about to type something on his computer. However, you heard the sound of glasses and a woman's voice from downstairs. Whoever they were, it would take that person about 30 seconds to be on this floor, you analyzed. You stared at a piece of paper one more time and put it in its place.

You waited for 10 seconds to check if there was someone outside before immediately opening the door and closing. Around 10 seconds, you went straight to the toilet on the same floor as Jogo’s office. You waited for 5 more seconds and pretended to leave the toilet and you saw Jogo’s wife, Hanami, arriving on the same floor.

“Why did you leave that toilet?” Hanami asked suspiciously.

You were silent.

“Must of thought things were still the same when you were young? Thought that you were the daughter of the oldest child who owned the hospital and could do whatever you wanted?” Hanami stepped forward. She said with an angry voice.

‘Keep quiet’, you reminded yourself.

“It’s true, huh? You haven’t spoken at all since your dad killed your mom and your brother. Poor you. You think I would be thankful for your fake kindness that you gave your dad’s position away? Who do you think you are? Thought you were the top of everyone” Hanami said a bit louder.

‘What’s wrong with her?’ You glared straight into her eyes while thinking.

“Mad?! You know I hate them. Should've been disappearing in my life as you always do, why did you come here? Don’t dare to look at me like that, Y/n!! I’m your aunty!!!” Hanami clenched her jaw. She hated your eyes which showed how much you were ready to pursue everything that you wanted. Hanami hated how much you resembled your mom, especially those eyes.

Hanami lost her mind, your eyes made her lose her manners. It reminded her how she lost to your mom. She wielded her hand up to the air in an attempt to slap your cheek. It was so near between her hand and your cheek, so you closed your eyes. You were surprised that you didn’t feel any pain.

Thus, you opened your eyes to see the white-haired man catching Hanami’s wrist.

“Don’t touch my little one” Gojo said firmly.

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Blind Love

Word Count: 1895

Date Published: June 12, 2021

It was a given that there will be a side effect to the antidote he will be taking but it never once occur to him that he will lose a huge chunk of what helps him with being a detective. His sight.

Haibara already warned Shinichi that a possible side effect might damaged one of his senses but he didn't listen and nevertheless still took the risk, which he slightly started regretting when he one day woke up in complete darkness. Shinichi was scared, terrified that he might have to give up being a detective, never to solve a case again. But he still didn't give up.

For the last 2 years of being in Los Angeles where Shinichi, along with Haibara and Professor Agasa are staying at his Parent's place, it was time for him to go back home, back to Japan.

"Are you sure you're ready to go back?"

Currently, all three of them are already in a plane to Japan where Haibara is seated beside him and Professor Agasa seating behind them. If Shinichi has to be honest with himself, he was rather worried about what will Ran and the others think if they found out that he has became blind. He disappeared for 2 years and now he will be returning back with sun glasses on and a cane in hand? They will surely asked what happened to him and no mere excuses like being in an accident will be enough. It was time to tell them the truth and Shinichi is willing to give them this truth.

Turning his head to the direction of Haibara's voice, Shinichi smiled while he closes the Sherlock Holmes braille book he was reading.

"Yes. You know the reason why I refused to come along with my parents to live overseas was because I didn't want to leave Japan. That's the place where I belong and whether the people judge me there or not, I don't care."

Upon hearing this, Haibara only sighed then smile. Despite Shinichi losing his eyesight, he was still the same stubborn detective and precious friend she met. When the detective woke up after taking the antidote, the first thing he said made her heart break which till this day, she still cries every night for not making a better antidote that will decrease the risk of a side effect.

"I can't see."

It took a lot of asking but they managed to convinced Shinichi to flew to Los Angeles where his parents are, with a few scientist acquainted with his father who's willing to help in creating a drug that will nullify the side effect of the antidote he took. Unfortunately, they found out that if they decided to make Shinichi take the drug, there is a huge chance that it will also cancel the effect of the antidote which will result into APTX 4869 turning him back into a child again and this time, he might permanently remain as a child with his mind turning into one as well.

That's why with no hope for recovering Shinichi's eyesight, he decided to embraced it instead and immediately started his journey with adapting to this dark world he will be living in. However, there is just one thing he regretted not seeing before he lost the ability to see.

"Ahh, even if I catch him now, I'll still fail to 'see' what he really look like."

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"Why didn't you told me sooner?... N-now, you wouldn't even-"

"Ran, I actually found a way to continue being a detective even without the help of my eyesight so don't worry alright? I'll be fine."

Shinichi assured her while he tries to cup her face, which Ran quickly took and placed it on her cheeks.

It's already been two days since he returned back to Japan and after mastering up the courage to asked Ran and the others to come visit him, he finally did. At first, they all thought Shinichi was messing around but knowing the detective, he wouldn't dare joke around when it comes to this kind of disability which is why all of them were heartbroken by the fact that Shinichi wouldn't have the ability to see anymore.

Heiji, who has been surprisingly quiet throughout the time that they have been there, finally spoke which caught the attention of everyone in the living room.

"Yer still plannin' to continue bein' a detective? I don't know if yer kiddin' or bein' a complete idiot but I don't think that's a good idea, Kudo."

"Heiji! Watch what yer sayin-"

"I won't stand by and watch him riskin' his life out there again! Did y'all really think somethin' like this won't happen again? No! That's why even if I have to be selfish, I won't allow a precious friend of mine go and put his life on the line again!"

Everyone in the room became quiet because Heiji was right. The possibility of something like this happening to their friend again is high but they all seem to forget something which Shinichi decided to remind them.

"I don't think you remember what being a detective is all about. Yes, there's a chance that this will not be the only thing that will happen to me. I might even loss an arm or leg."

"Shinichi!-"

"But a detective's job is to bring the truth out into the light, whether if they have to risk their life in order to do that or loss their eyesight."

Shinichi didn't became a detective to fool around and just solve a case here and there. He takes this very seriously and he wouldn't hesitate to bet his life on the line in order to find the truth. It's something very precious in his life after all. Being a detective.

Heiji quickly stood up causing everyone panic since they didn't know if a fight will broke between the two close friends, but what happened next was something they didn't expect at all.

Heiji pulled Shinichi into a tight hugged which surprised the azure eyed detective but nevertheless still returned the hug.

"Ahh, and here I thought I'll get ya to finally take an effin rest to bein' a detective and leave it to me instead. But I guess yer still as stubborn as ever. Yosh, just don't hesitate and ask me whenever ya need some help. Just... j-just... Aho! (idiot!) Don't forget what I look like alright?!!"

Everyone started laughing when Heiji suddenly began to cry like a child while still clinging on Shinichi, who's trying his best to push his crying friend off of him but to no avail, he just let him be until he calms down.

While this is all happening, a certain magician is currently listening to the conversation in the house through an earpiece, having mixed emotions with the discovery of his dear Metantei losing his eyesight.

"I finally got to see you once again after years went by however..."

"You wouldn't be able to see me anymore."

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"S-satou-san calm down! It's not like it's the end of the world for me."

"But no matter how much I try to think about it, how can you possibly still continue on if you can't even see? Should I asked Megure-keibu to assign you another detective to guide you around a crime scene? I can recommend Takagi-kun."

Today, Shinichi went out for the first time since arriving to Japan and what better way to greet him with his very first case as a blind detective? After hearing the noises of the siren, he followed the direction of the sound and by doing so, Satou-san happened to see him which greatly surprised the female detective since she never heard any News of Shinichi losing his eyesight.

After explaining everything to Satou-san and how he can helped out and solved the case, Megure-keibu was forced to agree and accept his cooperation despite being also shocked with the detective's disability.

After a brief explanation of the state of the body from it's location to it's caused of death, Shinichi was guided to the center of the room which everyone started to wait and see what the detective has in store for them. Shinichi wore some type of earpiece and crouch down to place a cylinder device the size of a soda can on the ground. After doing so, a red laser scanned the whole room as well as the people inside of the crime scene.

[Professor Agasa Gadget Explanation]

"This is a newly invented gadget that will be assisting Shinichi throughout a case! 'Information Gatherer' is a type of gadget that scans the area and gives a detailed information of the surrounding from the furniture in the area, number of people presence, layout of the crime scene and many more! This also has a voice command which gathers information that the wearer is asking for like the substance on the floor, metal objects in the perimeter and so on and so forth. After gathering the information, it will be transmitted to the earpiece that is connected to the gadget!"

After Shinichi is satisfied with the information that he has gathered, he whispered something and walked straight ahead to the counter and grabbed an empty glass with ease which surprised everyone.

"Oh, I forgot to tell something! This does not only gather information but also serves as Shinichi's 'eyes' where he can asked the location of certain areas and will be directed to him. The earpiece sends a signal to the gadget which will know his exact location in the area!"

With the helped of the gadget, it only took about 2 hours for the culprit to be caught which impressed Megure-keibu and the rest. After showing that he's still capable of doing his job as a detective, he was given permission to continue on being a detective which greatly relief him. After leaving the Police Headquarter, he bid goodbye to the police officers and went on his way back home.

While walking on the braille sidewalk with a cane in hand, he could feel the stares and the whispers of the people around him.

"Oi oi isn't that the great detective, Kudo Shinichi?"

"Uso! (No way!) So the rumors were true about him going blind?"

"Poor thing. He was such a great detective and now he wouldn't be able to continue being one."

Shinichi was already expecting this kind of reaction from everyone but he still couldn't helped but be uncomfortable with the attention that he's getting. Letting out a sighed, he continued on his way but then he stopped walking when his cane hit something on the way.

"Is this a person?"

"Uhm, excuse me but could you please step aside? Or is this a post after all??"

He reached out his hand to feel the possible object or person in front of him but was taken aback when a hand suddenly grabbed ahold of his, startling him which made him nearly drop his cane. So it was a person after all. But why didn't they just stepped aside if they knew he was walking there?

About to asked the reason for these, the person spoke which made his eyes widen with the familiar voice of a male in front of him.

"Can I have a word with you? Metantei."

TW: childhood sexual abuse detail, domestic abuse, religious trauma

I've been thinking about how much of my life has revolved around abuse, and how I've never known anything outside of it. My dad never touched a hair on my head, thankfully, but I have a memory of him from when I was around five years old where he beat my brother with a belt because he said something about religion, though I'm not sure what it was. My mum ironically locked us in the room we used to learn Quran in together, I think to protect us from my dad. My abuse by my brother was already in full swing at this point (he was only nine, and I don't even remember when the abuse started happening), but he only sat in a corner, red eyes bleeding with tears that streamed down his face. To this day dad never hurt any of us again after that, and I know it's bad, but I'm thankful to him for doing it because it's the only repercussions my brother ever sowed for the abuse my sister and I endured by his hands.

My mum hit us for silly things as kids, usually on our hands or arms with her hand or sometimes a sandal, backscratcher or flyswatter. She told us that one time she smacked my brother on his back when he was around four, and the wind got knocked out of him. She said she would never hit us on our backs or faces again after that, and interestingly, by the time my youngest sister was around five or six years old, she completely stopped hitting us. She was usually way too busy to hit us anyway, always working, cleaning and cooking us the best food she could while both her and my dad were earning minimum wage. Some nights we would eat white bread with butter, dipped in warm milk just so our stomachs would be full before bed, and sometimes in the day we'd have a tin of sardines mixed up with green chili, red onion and salt over white rice. To this day I still cherish these meals the same, because mum always made them as delicious and nutritious as she could. I didn't even know that these were the meals we would eat when we were struggling until I became an adult and looked back on how fiscally we actually lived.

The abuse from my brother started when I was young enough to not even remember it, and ended when I got too old and he set his sights on my little sister. By this time he was in his mid-to-late teens. I'll never forgive myself for ignoring all the signs that he was doing the same to her, and not understanding that not everyone goes through this stuff until I was way older. She told me what he did to her when I was around thirteen, and I had no idea what to do, so I just told her to come to me whenever he tried something. I should have just told my parents there and then, but whenever I thought about doing so, a fear so large that it would set every nerve ending in my body on white hot fire, consumed me. I'm not even sure what I was afraid of, but I never told anyone, including my sister, about him abusing me too. My mum died without knowing, my sister talks to me about it all because she has no one else who would be able to understand her. I'm afraid of telling her the truth because if she blames me or gets angry at me for lying to her, I think I might actually die of heartbreak. I want her to know she can always talk to me and that she can trust me, so the thought of her knowing just makes me think I'll lose her trust. Sometimes when I think about all this, I wish I could disappear in the blink of an eye. I just don't want to talk about him at all, and I wish he didn't exist, but honestly I started this blog because I need an outlet to talk about this, because I can't talk to anyone.

I think I remember the abuse by my brother, and the abuse by the mesab overlapping at some point. I remember it getting so bad that one day my brother ran my foot over with the computer chair at my auntie's house in Cardiff (the one I mentioned in my previous post), and I started crying, hard. It wouldn't usually have hurt this badly, but that day my older cousin, F, gave me a hug to stop me from crying and I just remember weeping for so long in her arms, telling her that he hurt me, over and over again. The next and only time I really let myself wail like that was when my mum died. F was the first person I told about the mesab years later, when I was eighteen, and she helped me get therapy about it, but I never told her about my brother.

I remember that when my brother eventually stopped abusing me, I was so ashamed of the mesab's abuse that I stopped thinking of my brother's abuse completely. I would write in a diary, which I still have but can't read without feeling sick, about how he was "flirting with me", not knowing how else to put it into words using my primary school vocabulary. Between chronicles of broken friendships and stories I would make up about fairies that lived in the willow tree in the school field, I documented the thoughts I had about the mesab. Things like finding out he had a wife and a daughter my age, and wondering if he tells them or his friends about me. Picturing what his daughter looked like and wondering if he did the same to her.

At some point I realised that if things carried on like this, I would completely lose my mind. It was all I thought about, and in some ways I felt like I needed it to stay alive. I started to push his hand away when he touched me, and he would usually just start again after a few minutes. I was scarily dependent on this man, so I would let him the second time, and now that I think about it, it felt like I was abandoned by my brother, who now only gave me morsels of attention when he needed something from me, so the mesab's abuse was like the distorted connection between my brother and I that I had lost. From the day of my epiphany, I started to avoid his classes more and more, going to the bathroom for half an hour to read the back of a box of powdered detergent, bottles of shampoo or bleach. One day, I remember my mum popped out to the shops to grab something quickly during our lesson, and he sent my brother to go and get him some tea and toast from the kitchen. He asked me if he would "fit" inside me, like the lecherous old bastard he was. I had no idea what he meant, so child me just nodded along like I usually did when he spoke to me. He glanced at the couch and then back at me, as if he was thinking. It only occurred to me years later, when these memories flooded back to torment me at seventeen, that he intended to rape me. He just said "no, I think you're too small", and my brother came back to the room with his toast and tea.

It finally ended, I think when I was around eleven years old, about to go into secondary school. I remember thinking that in secondary school I would be different, and I needed to put this "relationship" or whatever it was, behind me so that I could have real boyfriends and live the life I saw in the 2000s teen movies I loved. I pushed his hand away every time now, with the resolve of a preteen longing for a story like Hillary Duff's in A Cinderella Story, and that couldn't happen without a heartthrob like Chad Michael Murray, not a 40-something year old geezer who would fall asleep in his chair when it was too quiet in the room for five minutes. He would retaliate by hitting me for reading something wrong or creating competitions between my brother and I that I would obviously lose, or getting us to draw or write things and say my brother's was better every time, knowing that I was an overachiever at school and a talented artist. My brother and I often got into fights, and he would always yield because he needed me to be on his side and not tell on him for what he did to me. On the last day I ever saw the mesab, I punched his hand away from me. I must have had fury in my eyes because when I looked up at him, he looked almost afraid, as well as angry. He ended the lesson early and ran away with his scaly, slimy old tail between his legs and never came back. My mum was confused about why he stopped coming, and he just told her that he moved house and he was too far away from us to teach us anymore.

The third person that abused me, just makes me sad to think about. I have an auntie (my dad's older sister) who lives quite close to us, so we always see her. For some reason, her family has always rubbed me the wrong way. I grew up playing with her granddaughter who is two years younger than me, but we've never really actually been close. The whole family would always come over to our house, where we would usually play games together on the Playstation or with my stuffed animals and dolls while the adults chatted in the living room and kitchen for hours. When I say the whole family, I mean my auntie's two sons and two daughters, one of each who had entire families and children who came too. My mum would make a huge pan of fulao (or pulao) and about four tandoori chickens, as well as regular white and brown rice and an assortment of fish, meat and vegetable dishes to choose from; my dad would chop big bowls of salad and buy ice cream and Coke for us all to share. My auntie would usually bring big dishes of her own to ease my mum's pain, and we'd always end up with a week's worth of food left in the fridge even when my mum gave containers of each dish to everyone who came.

This auntie has a daughter with down syndrome, who would always be with us while we played. She took the role of taking care of us, always making sure we didn't get hurt or picking up after us when we made a mess. I loved her, because she was always fun to be around and I would cuddle her or read to her for hours when the other kids got too loud. I can't remember if this was the only time this happened, but at one of these big get-togethers, when I was really young (around five?), she put me face down on her lap and started kissing my back. All the other kids kept playing like usual, and I don't think she really understood what she was doing herself. My soul started slipping away like it usually did and I found myself staring at the little TV we had in my room that I shared with my brother until the lights went blurry and clouded my head with RGB-coloured smoke. My mum walked in and screamed "Yallah gou!" (oh my God!) and shame painted my face instantly. She told me to get up and politely asked my cousin to come with her to have some tea with the adults. I don't know how she dealt with the situation, but my cousin never touched me that way again. I remember that night I couldn't sleep and went to the living room to sit with my mum while she watched TV and chatted to my dad until 3am like usual, and they started to talk about what happened. I remember telling my mum not to tell my dad, and she told me not to worry because I wasn't in trouble. My dad seemed to have a nonchalant attitude about it, saying something like "what could we even do?", and my mum angrily saying something about his family. That was the end of that, and my mum just watched over my cousin carefully whenever she came over. Years later, when I was a teenager, she started to behave erratically towards my little sister too, saying sexual things to her and calling her her girlfriend. I would try to get her to stop by spending time with her instead of letting her near my sisters, and eventually she stopped. Even now, my aunt brings her to my house, and I just spend time with her to keep her away from my sisters and keep everyone happy.

I can't help but think it's learned behaviour from somewhere, especially because her family has always rubbed me the wrong way. Coming from a family that has secrets, I know when another family has secrets too, and I really feel that way with them. I'm not sure what made my cousin that way, but outside of all of it, she's very sweet and tends to just mimic what other people say a lot of the time. This is why this just makes me sad, because it feels like she never meant to hurt me or anyone, she just didn't know how to separate platonic, familial and sexual love. Their family is also much more religiously conservative than the way I was raised, and we were never really taught about sex or love or even to be weary about potential child abusers. So I always think, that I can't imagine how hard it must have been for her to grasp these concepts that are just so rarely talked about, and at the time being a 20something year old, I'm sure there were a lot of feelings she didn't know where to place. I don't know how much of this is me just justifying what happened.

This has been another long one, and I still have so much to say, so maybe I'll do a part two tomorrow or later tonight.

Are you fine with top beta mreader and bottom alpha iwaizumi? Reader is model student in school and rumor tells that he is better than most alpha. Iwai who never interested about that kind of thing suddenly changed his mind when his inner beast screamed out for reader when he saw him in the library. That caught reader attention. So they have sex there, with Iwai trying hard to holding back his voice and he can only knotting at nothing when climax. After they were done, Iwai kinda light headed and Reader bridal carry him outside. I just think it will be cute 🐽

That's all 🛁

out of the ordinary (nsfw) top beta!reader x bottom alpha!iwaizumi

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!!)

warnings: slight degrading, omegaverse, reverse roles, knotting (not really), public sex (sex in library), slight overstimming

a/n: i can't find any,,,good iwa panels help. but this was an interesting concept especially the last part. i also love iwa with my entire life please 🧎‍♂️ sorry this took so long because it's pretty long around 1.8k words

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you were an exception, someone who's out of the ordinary. being born a beta, people didn't expect much from you. they had no reason to believe that someone who was a part of 90% of the world population was capable of doing anything extraordinary. however you were there to prove them wrong. ever since elementary going into highschool your grades were always at the top of the class and in some cases in the district. everyone was surprised to find out that you were only a beta instead of an alpha.

your achievements were spread all of the school board and among your classmates. most people respected you and some wanted to be you. your grades weren't the only thing you had, your looks were at least above average and nearly everyone who saw you wanted to fuck you, or get fucked by you. except for one person, iwaizumi hajime.

the spiky haired boy was never interested in this type of stuff. in fact he is the only alpha in the entire school that hasn't tried to hit on you or asked you out yet. unfortunately this just so happens to be the one person you were somewhat interested in. unlike the other betas and omegas you weren't exactly submissive. sure you were nice and friendly towards other people but in the bedroom? all you wanted was to make an alpha cry out your name and cum from your cock. it was an unrealistic fantasy due to how your society functions but you've seen it happen before and you wanted to experience it yourself.

the more iwa didn't notice you, the more frustrated you became. you tried all sorts of things to grab his attention. "helping" him with homework, which he denied many times. inviting him to hangout afterschool, also denied. and even as far as behaving unlike yourself, none of the above worked and you were quite upset about it.

until one day, when you were just walking to the gym you overheard iwa and his friend oikawa qtalking about something.

"c'mon iwa we all know you were head over heels for him when he was performing that day."

"shut up, it doesn't matter even if i do, he has enough alphas and omegas on his dick, he doesn't need another one. so what if i want to fuck him, who doesn't? you did too at one point but he turned you down almost immediately."

"jeez! calm down you freaking porcupine. all i'm saying is, next time you two are alone, maybe give it a shot instead of avoiding him. he's the first person that ever got you feeling like this and it would be too good of a chance to pass by, don't you think?"

"yah yah whatever i got it."

so the two were… talking about you?. there was no way right?! the one person you wanted attention finally gave it to you. it might not have been directly but he admitted it, and that's all you needed to know. so all the things you were doing did work after all. you were excited but you needed to keep your cool for now, and figure out a way to get you two alone. little did you know he was going to come to you all by himself without you even lifting a finger.

you strolled to the library afterschool to borrow to borrow a book your friend told you to check out that you know you won't be reading. while searching for the novel, you heard someone open the door of the empty library. it was pretty rare for anyone to be in the library except during class time so you wondered who it could've been. you peeked over the bookshelves to find a spiky haired male trying to find a book as well. it was iwa, looking for a book in the dystopia section.

this situation couldn't have been better. you and iwa were alone in a place where nobody usually comes. it was the perfect opportunity to do what you always wanted to do. you walked over to the other section to greet him.

"yo! how's it going iwaizumi?"

"it's going fine… thank you, i'm surprised to see you here though."

"oh yeah haha, just checking out a book."

iwaizumi looked away and directed his attention back to the bookshelf. you were a little upset and while thinking about something to talk about, he spoke again.

"h-hajime, is fine...by the way." iwa said while his face flashed a bright red.

hajime? his first name? we barely talked ever and now you guys are on a first name basis? you didn't mind of course, you a little surprised that's all.

"alright hajime! same goes for you too!"

he looked away again, gripping the book in his hand.

"alright, fuck it." he murmured under his breath. hajime turned around to you and pushed on onto the bookshelf behind you. his hand holding onto yours and his face red as a cherry. you were a little startled but this stuff wasn't exactly new to you so it wasn't as flustering to you as it was to him.

"uhh, hajime? y-you alright there?"

"i wanna fuck you alright?! there i said it. i'm not expecting anything because i'm the last alpha you haven't rejected. but still, i want to try. so…what do you say?"

it was all going better than expected. all the things you've done to attract iwa was finally paying off! you were excited but you needed to keep your cool before completely losing it on him.

"sure! i don't see the reason not to~ but…we are going to switch it up a little bit." you said with a smirk on your face. iwa looked confused about what you meant by switching up, but now that the person he liked agreed to have sex with him, he didn't care about what's about to happen.

you grabbed iwa's arms and pushed them behind his back as you turned him around, reversing the positions of you two.

"w-woah, what are you doing…y/n."

"i've always wanted to do this hehe, fucking an alpha and making him beg to cum as a beta, someone who is supposed to be below him in society standards. what do you say hajime? is this still the sex you were looking forward to? or are you gonna leave me here all by myself?"

there was fear and anticipation in iwa's eyes, eager to find out what happens next. as much as he wished it was the opposite way around he didn't want to lose the opportunity in his hand right now. reluctantly, he nodded and agreed, gesturing to get on with what you wanted to do.

gaining the signal to start, you aggressively pushed your lips onto iwa's, reaching into his mouth and soon intertwining your tongue with his. the other male let out stubborn whimpers as the kiss grew to be more sloppy. soon you broke it, leaving him panting for breath and a dirty smile on your face.

you licked your fingers and reached into the back of iwaizumi's pants. at first he jolted a little, not being used to his ass being touched as an alpha. you then started to move your fingers into his asshole. going deeper inside, hajime struggled with the pain that no alpha in this school will ever experience. hajime's grunts started to become moans, you put in more fingers as you found his pleasure point. massaging it and doing all the tricks you knew on it to make him feel as good as possible.

it didn't take long till a wet spot started to form on his pants and his eyes became hazy. you took out the finger and let hajime catch his breath before preparing him for the real thing.

"w-what's next…" hajime asked

"just close your eyes, i promise i'll make you feel good~"

he trusted you and shut his eyes, latching on to your shoulder. you revealed your cock and lifted iwa up so that his face would be facing you and his plump asshole would be right above cock. iwa was nervous, you could tell and that was the best part about it. gently you put your cock into his ass. it was still rather difficult even with all the preparation from earlier. iwa let out a small cry as you entered him, not used to anything so big inside him, or anything at all really.

"f-fuck that hurts…"

"i know, it'll feel good in a bit, alright? bare with me here a little. i'm gonna start moving."

you didn't even put into consideration that this was iwa's first time. you went at a moderate speed, sometimes slowing down and speeding up. iwa's hard cock leaking with precum and bouncing up and down on yours. it was such a pretty sight seeing the alpha cry pretty tears from all the pain and pleasure. of course you felt amazing too, iwa's virgin hole felt better than your hand or anything your dick had ever fucked.

iwa used one of his hands to cover his mouth. attempting to stop the people outside of the library to hear his moans.

"hajime~ people are gonna hear us if you keep being naughty like this~" you said with a cocky smile on your face.

he didn't say anything in response, barely being able to comprehend anything while getting fucked.

"c'mon...look at you, an alpha? being fucked by a beta in a library. moaning like a slut in heat, i might as well knot you while i'm at it hm?"

speaking of knots, the alpha was getting closed with nothing around his cock. nothing for him to knot. his cock enlarged in size as he reached his climax but a face of disappointment appeared because of the empty area around iwa's dick. he didn't even think it was physically possible until today looking at it right now in front of him.

hajime had his fun but you weren't done yet. right after he came you continued to fuck him and stroke his cock to overstimulate him. after you came inside you noticed that iwaizumi had already passed out from the pleasure. his own cum spilled on his stomach and his ass filled with yours. you stood still for a while, enjoying the view of the sleeping prince in front of you. to make this more fun for the both of you, you decided to carry the alpha in your arms as if he was your bride.

you got a bunch of weird stares and murmurs from the students around you but you didn't care. all the reputation that you built up could fall into shreds but you could not have cared less. now, the only thing that matters is the one person you wanted attention from gave it to you and is sleep soundly in your arms.

Umm, I got a request! What about their s/o being sick and how they would take care of them? If you feel comfortable with that, you can a spice it up a bit with cockwarming 👀 I'd love to see Sugawara, Kuroo, Satori, Oikawa and Bokuto!

characters: sugawara koushi, kuroo tetsurou, tendou satori, oikawa tooru, bokuto koutaro

genre: fluff, smut, comfort(??)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: fem!reader, it's mostly fluff, cockwarming, hinting at oral fem! receiving, mentions of medication, established relationships

authors note: uhh it got kind of repetetive with the cockwarming so i threw oral in there, but i hope you'll still like it!! if you see kuroo’s being the longest, no you don’t<3 here's a link to my masterlist

sugawara koushi:

sugawara koushi was a good husband in many ways. he was attentive, loving and a great cook, alas a bit aggressively positive whenever you felt insecure or stressed. nothing you couldn’t handle. but as you laid in your shared bed with a cold, you once again were reminded of why you loved him so much.

“so, chicken soup or potato soup?”, suga asked again, after you didn’t respond the first time, being too immersed in your thoughts about him. coughing, you tried to sit up, just to get pushed down again.

“no. no getting up. you stay here, i do everything.” looking up at your silver-haired husband, you smiled softly and finally replied: “chicken, please.”

with a nod, you were once again left alone, just like before sugawara came home from work. ten minutes later, he returned with a steaming bowl and a spoon, sitting down beside you. refusing to make you do anything at all, he insisted on feeding you himself.

“thank you so much, kou’. you make the best chicken soup”, you lovingly whispered as he fed you, making him smile at the compliment you always gave when he cooked it.

after the meal, you reached out towards the elementary school teacher, murmuring: “’wanna be close to you.”

knowing exactly what you wanted, he lied down behind you before taking out his cock and stroking it a few times. as he pushed your panties to the side and slipped inside your tight walls, you felt like you could finally completely relax.

you felt safe in his arms, as he pressed soft kisses along your shoulder, knowing you always had a husband who was willing to take care of your every need.

kuroo tetsurou:

being the girlfriend of kuroo tetsurou, employee at japan volleyball association, was hard at times. a lot of nights and weekends were spent alone, as your boyfriend had to stay overtime at the office on many nights, and, occasionally, even come in on saturdays and sundays.

that didn’t make you love him any less, but it did make for some hard times. for example, right now. it was already 11p.m. and your boyfriend was still nowhere to be seen, while you struggled with a fever the whole day.

having enough of not being able to do anything yourself, you staggered into the kitchen, determined to make some tea. as the kettle heated up, you leaned against the kitchen island, too focused on trying to stand upright to hear the front door opening.

kuroo was tired, but when he heard the kettle boil, indicating that you were still awake, it was like all the pressure from work suddenly lifted off of him. but when he entered the kitchen, excited to finally come home to you, he was only faced with worry at the sight of you, looking like you’re ready to collapse at any moment.

the black-haired man didn’t hesitate to pick you up bridal style, almost giving you a heart attack in the process. “tetsu’! oh my god, you scared me!”, you croakily exclaimed, voice rough from your throat aching.

“m’ sorry baby. you should’ve told me you were sick, ‘would’ve come home earlier”, he scolded, already knowing you didn’t want to bother him at work, no matter how bad you were feeling.

kuroo carried you into the bedroom, placing you on the bed before loosening his tie and putting a large hand on your forehead, checking your temperature.

“i didn’t want you to worry”, you whispered, your fever-consumed brain zeroing in on tetsurou’s exposed collarbones and dress shirt-clad arms. “well, mission failed, because now i definitely am”, he murmured, already leaving the room to continue making the tea you started.

grabbing his hand at the last second, you looked up at him, gaze glazed over with exhaustion. “can we just cuddle, tetsu’? i just want to cockwarm you. ‘wanna feel you after such a long day.”

how could he ever deny you asking so nicely? kissing your forehead, the tall man sighed. 

“anything you want, kitten.”

tendou satori:

tendou knew something was wrong as soon as he woke up. you were restless beside him, sweating and groaning in your sleep, as if a nightmare were haunting you. as he reached out to wake you up, he immediately felt how hot your body temperature was.

with determination to take care of you, the red-haired male fetched some medicine, before finally waking you up. “y/n, sweetie. you’re running a fever, wake up.”

groaning, you turned away from him, not wanting to face the headache that was currently pounding in your head. you could feel your boyfriends’ fingertips gently caressing your arm, as he leaned in and murmured: “if you take your medicine, i’ll let you sit on my lap and sleep all day, sweetheart”, knowing exactly how to get you to take the medication.

you can’t remember when it became a thing in your relationship, but whenever you felt sick, stressed, or just had a bad day, you’d always sit on your boyfriends’ lap, stuffed full of his cock, while you peacefully napped.

groggily opening one eye to look at him, he knew he had you when you slowly sat up and reached out for the medicine he was holding. when the tall man was sure you swallowed, he sat down, leaning against the headboard, and pulled you onto his lap.

it was almost therapeutic for you, as you slowly sunk down on his cock, both of you sighing contently, before burying your face in his neck, ready to lose yourself to sleep once again.

with tendou’s cock inside you, and his large hand stroking your hair, you slowly drifted off.

oikawa tooru:

“tooru, relax. it’s just a cold”, you tried to calm down your boyfriend, currently pacing inside your shared bedroom like a mad man.

“how can i relax when you’re sick! what am i supposed to do? oh my god, what if it gets worse?”

as much as you loved oikawa tooru with all your heart, his flare for the dramatic really didn’t help you in your sick state. this was the first time you caught a nasty virus since moving in with him and it clearly showed that he was the younger sibling in his family, never having to take care of someone, but always being cared for.

you sighed, massaging your temples: “oikawa tooru, you’re going to give me a headache. i just need some tea and sleep. i’m not going to die.”

“are you sure?”, he looked at you, worried. “it sounds like you want me to”, you deadpanned, making your boyfriends dramatic ass crack a smile.

“no, i definitely don’t, y/n. don’t worry. mission ‘tea for my sick girlfriend’: in action.” and with that, he disappeared into the kitchen, finally giving you space to take a deep breath. it’s not as if he annoyed you by any means, you knew he was just worried about you.

when the brunet reappeared with a steaming cup of tea, you had an idea as to how to calm him down.

“babe, lay down.” oikawa gave you a quick, puzzled look, before doing as he was told, not quite understanding where you were going with this. as you turned your backside to him and fondled for his cock, he quickly stopped you. “wait! wait, what are you doing?”

“if you want to help me, just slip inside and let me sleep.”

the setter looked at you, as if you grew two heads, only getting out a ‘huh?’ at your statement. rolling your eyes, you guided him inside you and cuddled up with your back against his chest, explaining: “it just makes me feel safe. i know you’re not leaving me to suffer alone.”

oikawa didn’t know that he could feel this soft while he had his dick inside someone, but there’s a first for everything.

bokuto koutaro:

“’taro, i know you mean it in the best way possible, but you know i won’t be able to eat that.”

bokuto koutaro was a great husband. you could even say the best, but that might be your bias talking. unfortunately, he couldn’t cook if his life depended on it, and as much as you appreciated his efforts of wanting to take care of you while you felt under the weather, your will to live a little longer was stronger.

pouting, the spiker looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “but baby, i want to make you feel better! how am i supposed to do that, when you don’t even let me cook for you”, your oversized husband whined.

“koutaro. baby. light of my life. the last time you wanted to surprise me by making dinner, you nearly burned down the whole house. how am i supposed to relax and get better, when i’m going to be worrying about you burning yourself to death?”, you asked gently, knowing how upset he can get when he feels useless.

already seeing bokuto’s face drop more and more with every word, you immediately followed with: “but i know how you can make me feel better without any dangerous kitchen activities involved.”

at that, he perked up. “really?”

slowly parting your legs, you looked at him expectingly. without having to say another word, the tall spiker was already between your legs, taking of your panties and licking a stripe up your slit.

when he heard your content sigh and felt you relax, he knew this was the best thing he could do for you.

Best Friends My Ass (one-shot)

Synopsis: Being in love with your best friend whom you’ve had since childhood can be tough. Being in love and being dumb can make it tougher. Meet the Reader and Harry. They’re the latter. And everyone’s fed up.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, maybe little bit of angst, tiny bit smutty, but not a lot

Warnings: swearing, two idiots pining for one another

Word count: 7524

Even when Harry was little, he’d known he’d have an odd path in life. Just because it was odd, didn’t mean it’d be bad, but it would make him absolutely stand out in the crowd.        When Y/N was young she didn’t see herself having any extraordinary adventures. Sure, she’d travel and explore the world with its secrets, but she didn’t have any plans to draw the attention of the masses. That was until Harry’d come into her life.        They were both young, still kids in that tender age where childhood crossed into teenage years, when they met. For Harry, it was like one of those scenes in the movies where the pretty girl walks into a room and a billion fans make her hair look like the wind is sweeping through it, and her eyes glisten like gemstones. Also known as the 'love at first sight' scene.        For Y/N, it was hard to keep her breakfast down as she walked inside the classroom, twenty pairs of scrutinous eyes on her, trying to figure out if the new girl was a predator or prey.        Luckily for Y/N, the biology teacher wasn’t a total witch and didn’t make her present herself to the class, and just pointed to the free seat next to a curly-haired boy. Luckily for Harry, that free seat was right next to him.        With a sigh, she dropped her heavy backpack beside the chair, giving the boy a shy glance, and was surprised to see a genuine and large grin right back at her. It wasn’t the kind people gave when they had bad thoughts. It was the kind people gave when they were truly excited and wanted to give a good impression. Y/N’s chest grew warm at the thought she might actually make a friend that day. And she did.        “I’m Harry.” He extended his hand for her to take, the grin never leaving his face.        She gave him a big, relieved smile. “I’m Y/N.”        Ever since then they were not only lab partners in classes they shared (which was biology, physics and math), but also in mischief. Together they managed to enrage Anne, annoy Gemma and absolutely horrify Y/M/N, and whenever one went down, the other made sure to go down as well.        So when a few years down the line, Harry had told Y/N about his idea to audition for X-factor she wasn’t surprised one bit.        “I mean, as long as you don’t trip and break your nose on stage, you’ll be fine.”        For that, she received a slap on her arm from him.        “I’m just saying!” Y/N defended herself. “You’re great at singing, Mrs Aberdeen certainly thinks so, you don’t have two complete left feet, and you’re alright to look at.”        That for the first time since the decision and application had been submitted, made Harry smile. He loved how easily Y/N was able to lighten the mood, to take his thoughts away from the bad, and just erase them with her wit and smile.

       “Besides.” She nudged his shoulder with hers and then intertwined their fingers. “I, Gem and our Mums will be right there for you. Won’t even blink until the end of the performance.”        With how her insides trembled in excitement and fear for her best friend, it truly seemed to Y/N she hadn’t blinked at all on that fateful day. Her breath hitched when the judges were talking. She couldn’t even remember what they said, all of it turning into white noise.        And then he got through, and Y/N screamed so much she was sure she’d blown out Anne’s eardrums, and had hugged Harry so tightly she was afraid she’d broken a rib. But with his victory also came a fear, because, for the first time in Y/N’s life, she was terrified as to where she’d stand in Harry’s. Since day one it’d been secure, but now, with the newfound fame of X-factor and who knows what kind of an amazing future, she didn’t know if he’d throw her to the curb, simply forget about the mundane friend from high school or maybe use her for something.        But it wasn’t like that. Not one bit. After insane hours of rehearsals, Y/N was one of the three people he always called. It was her, his Mum and Gem. Always. And he loved to listen to her speaking of what was happening at school, how the lessons were, which teacher turned out to be hooking up with which. As much as Harry knew he was made for the extraordinary, he loved the ordinary Y/N brought in his life. She was his safe harbour. But what he never agreed with were her own thoughts she was meant for a simple life, so he took it upon himself to bring a little bit of eccentricity in hers, as he explained how he’d gotten united into a band with four other boys, now going by ‘One Direction’, and it was his mission to join his newfound friends with the most important friend he'd had.        “This is Y/N,” Harry introduced her to the guys after one of their late-night practices, one where they weren’t being filmed. “If you do anything that even mildly upsets her, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”        The slap against his arm made him let out an ‘Ow!’ while the rest of the boys laughed and welcomed her with open arms.        In a weird way, Y/N became part of the band. She didn’t sing or play any instruments, but she was always around, gave her input on songs and setlists. That kind of closeness made all of the fears and doubts about losing a place in Harry’s life disappear. She was his personal hype-man while at the same time knocked him down a few pegs whenever the fame started to get to his head.        She was there for his highs and lows, for the break-ups and break-off in the band, and watched as he ventured into a solo career as much as she could with school and all, but when summer break rolled around it was like Harry couldn't get rid of her even if he tried. Not that he wanted. Sharing the success and happiness with his best friend was one of the biggest rewards he could have.        And Y/N would never admit it because it’d boost Harry’s already elephant-like ego, at least that’s what she said, but she kind of liked the attention she received because of him, especially because most of it was pleasant.        Had she been terrified that being known as Harry Styles best friend would make people think she was just a gold-digger, seeking fame and leeching it off from him? Yes. And there were people like that. But ninety-five percent of what people said on her social media accounts was actually nice, some even said ‘thank you’ that there was a person like her in Harry’s life to keep things real, and most importantly – cared about him through it all.        Harry also saw those comments; he loved to read about how people saw just how much Y/N cared, and it kind of stirred something in him. He didn’t know when exactly, but it was around the age of twenty-four for him and twenty-three for Y/N when he started looking at his friend in a different light. And it bloody terrified him. He didn’t know if she felt the same, and the thought of putting his heart on the line like that only for the possibility of it being crushed was the scariest thing ever.        He did, however, have an inclination as to what incident had prompted them to surface. The feelings that were. It was a night after a party. Y/N was on winter break from her master’s at uni, which meant he used every opportunity to spend time with her.        The hangover was real, I mean it’s what you got by mixing vodka, tequila and beer into an empty Sprite bottle and chugging it. Harry stumbled over sleeping bodies on his way to the kitchen in search for some leftover pizza he was sure he and Y/N in their drunkenness had ordered, as well as to make two cups of black coffee. He knew she hated the taste, but cold junk food and bitter coffee always did the trick with her. That was when he’d found her.        Although he’d woken up in Y/N’s room, she hadn’t been next to him. Instead, as it turned out, she’d gone on a food search sometime before him and had passed out on the couch, a Cookie Monster onesie on her body, but most importantly his signature pearls around her neck. And one of her hands even rested against her collarbone, as if scared someone would take them away from her.        That’d been the first time his heart had flipped in his chest at the sight of her, but most definitely not the last.        He did however keep this change in his emotions to himself. He wasn’t really sure what it was, so it would be unfair to dump that on Y/N and have her figure it out for him because he didn’t know where she stood on her own, let alone do the work for him.        Luckily, despite the tornado of feelings, their friendship didn’t falter, and when his Vogue cover came out, he was incredibly nervous for people to see it, but especially for those who mattered the most to him, like his Mum, sister and Y/N. Especially Y/N, for her opinion had become the most important one outside his blood relatives. After all, all his thoughts went to – if we dated, would she be as proud of me as she was of me as a friend?        Her support meant the most because he was away in the middle of filming; he had no way of getting physical comfort, so all of the messages, calls, social media posts and FaceTimes was the world to him, especially when Y/N sent a picture of herself with three copies of the magazine, two beside her head as she laid on her bed and one clutched to her chest, which she also posted on Instagram with the caption ‘Can’t hug you for real right now, so this will have to do. When I do get to you @harrystyles, I’ll crush your ribs with my love. And that is a threat.’        Then the comments came in from the rest, and one stood out more than the others.        Bring Back Manly Men.        At first, he felt odd about it. It didn’t really bother him, but at the same time, it made him sad. He knew that he was seen as somewhat of a controversial figure, as he painted nails, wore frilly blouses and now full-on dresses, which were all typically categorized as feminine things, but he never understood why a nail colour or the shape of a shirt suddenly became exclusively for just one gender. Which is why he was so grateful to have Y/N in his life.        “I mean, anatomically speaking, men should be wearing dresses and women trousers. It’s you who have all the dangly bits,” she said through a bite of food. “The Scots have been onto it since the beginning.”        Harry threw his head back in a laugh, shifting an arm behind his head. “So I assume your favourite pic is the one in the kilt?”        “Well, it did remind me of that awful punk phase I had back in school with all those safety pins, only in a more tasteful way, but no. My favourite one is you in that brown, grey off-shoulder jacket thing.”        “Why?”        Y/N wiggled her brows at him. “Shows enough of your cleavage but leaves enough for imagination.”        “Of fucking course.” Harry snorted, shaking his head. “Objectifying much?”        “What? I’m not going to deny that my best friend is a sexy beast.”        He wouldn’t say it out loud, but when she called him her friend, it made his heart clench in a painful way. Harry had been trying to be a bit flirtier around her, but given his open nature as it was, Y/N hadn’t seemed to notice it, nor had she seemed to notice how he looked at her while she was frowning at her computer screen.        Harry’d had relationships with some women who could be considered the most beautiful in the world, but if he’d had to say, in his opinion, who’d receive that title, it’d be Y/N. The way she snorted when she laughed too hard, the way small crow lines had already appeared next to her eyes from how much she smiled and the way her forehead creased when she was concentrating. It enthralled him to no end. He could read her life’s story on her face, how she’d lived and thought and experienced, unlike so many people he met who couldn’t move a muscle.        Though the reason she was so concentrated in that moment was because thousands of people had tagged her in a tweet of a woman, she’d heard of for the first time in her life (because Harry had been trying to keep that one off her radar), and what she saw made all the blood boil in her body more than any other hate comment had.        Without hesitation, Y/N atted her and tweeted “Bring back manly men. Please! Millions of people would let him raw them WHILE WEARING THE DRESS. I mean you tried, so I’ll give you the gold star you so desperately want, but that was pathetic.”        At that same moment, a notification popped up on the screen of Harry’s phone. He only had notifications on for one person, and when he saw what was written, he gasped, looking at Y/N. “You did not just do that!”        “What?” Y/N shrugged biting down on the chocolate bar she’d been savouring for the last half hour of their conversation. “I just said what everyone was thinking. Besides what the fuck does ‘bring back manly men’ even mean? Go chop some wood? Fight a bear in the Siberian woods? Have your ‘friends’ stab you to death at a political meeting?”        “You’re a menace.”        Y/N winked popping the last bit of the chocolate in her mouth. “Only to those who dare go for the people I love.”        His heart fluttered at the last word, but all he could do was mask it with a large grin and shake of his head.        For another hour they spent talking, Y/N kept hyping Harry up, tried to get as many plot details of the movie he was filming, while he avoided as many spoilers as possible and attempted to steer the conversation somewhere else, but when that happened, Y/N jumped onto his music, which he had told her all about. In fact, there wasn’t a music video made without her approval, and neither would his next one be. “You’ll fly out to see me film for ‘Treat People With Kindness’, right?”        Y/N sighed, giving him a sad smile. She hated disappointing Harry. “I’d love to. But you know with everything going on, I don’t think I’ll be able to.”        “Phoebe Waller-Bridge will be in it.”        She gasped, in real excitement. “Well, why didn’t you say so from the start?!”        “So that’s what this friendship has come to. I’m just your gateway to celebrities?”        “Harry you’ve always been just my gateway to the people living in LaLa Land.” But she let out a small breath much like she’d done before. “I really do want to come, Harry. You know that; I miss you like crazy. But Phoebe or no Phoebe, I don’t think I can.”        Harry bit his lip nodding, but he still needed to try one more time. “Is there anything I can say or do to get you here?”        “Get me a private jet and a quarantine mansion?”        “Deal.”        “Woah! Wait!” Y/N pretty much jumped up from her position in bed. “That was a joke! Harry Edward Styles, I swear to God, if you try an –“        But with a giant grin, he just blew Y/N a kiss and ended the call.        She was quite terrified if she was being honest, that Harry would do what she’d asked. He already had once. It'd been around Christmas time while she was still in First Year at uni, and she’d seen a glistening necklace at a jewellery store display. She hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even uttered a word, but just seeing the sparkle in Y/N’s eyes, was enough for Harry to make the decision and gift it for her.        When the next day, around five AM her time, she got a call from Harry’s manager Jeff, she was ready to rip both of them a new one, an e-mail with a plane ticket popping up in her inbox.        “I swear I’ll poison your drinks when I see you,” she’d grumbled, but couldn’t hide the excitement as she threw everything she could in the suitcase. “And no one will find your bodies, mark my words, Azoff.”        He snorted. “Yeah, tell that to the FBI agent listening in on this call.”        “Fuck. Gave myself away,” she said softly, giggling right after.        “You know he’s stoked beyond belief.” Jeff piped up. “He literally jumped out of the bed this morning, and during the dance rehearsals he didn’t miss a step.”        That made Y/N’s heart warm. “Well, you can tell him to curb it a bit. Otherwise, I’ll just stay at the fucking mansion – which, by the way, it was a joke, Jeff! I’m pissed enough he’s spending money on me as it is, let alone such a chunk on the plane, you didn't have to get me an actual mansion.”        “You know, for you, he’d give away all of it.”        “Yes, well, he might need it for his funeral, if he keeps spending it on me and on shit like this.”        The man shook his head but didn’t say anything else. He wasn’t the only one trying to drop hints to Y/N that Harry felt something more, but he’d leave it to the man himself. He didn’t need to possibly ruin everything, and have her decide not to come. His client was nightmare enough without her around, because Harry was like day and night when Y/N finally arrived on set for ‘Treat People With Kindness’.        To say he enveloped her in a hug would be an understatement as he didn’t let go of her for ten solid minutes, having grabbed her by the underside of the thighs and sat down on the ground just so he could prolong the feeling of being with Y/N.        The fact that she’d actually gone for it and hadn’t scolded Harry too much for spending that insane amount of money, for having brought a small piece of home to LA with herself where they were filming, made him now fully acknowledge the true extent of his feelings, especially as she didn’t pull away from their embrace, rather hid her face in the crook of his neck.        I mean, in the end, he did have to let her go because everyone had to get back to shooting, but not before Y/N had stripped the meticulous jacket from him, and went to have a glance at herself in the large mirror, one of the costume designers playing along and adjusting the clothing on her body, as if she was going to be the one performing.        Harry felt someone slide up to him and he looked over to his left, a smiling Phoebe standing there. She nudged his shoulder with hers. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”        He nodded, looking back over to where Y/N was still looking at herself in the mirror, wearing the heavy jacket as if it was nothing like it was made for her. “I’m a cliché, I know. But I can’t help it.”        “Of course, you can.” She squeezed his side. “All you gotta do is tell her.”        But it wasn’t that easy. Comparatively, getting Y/N to appear in the video was easier than coming to terms with the fact, all they’d ever remain would be friends if he didn’t do anything.        Yet the shoot for the video ended as quickly as it had started, and Y/N needed to fly back to the UK to defend her PhD paper, and Harry had to go back to filming ‘Don’t Worry Darling’, thousands of miles stretching between them once more. And Harry was a romantic, he couldn’t confess over FaceTime. Besides, he wanted to make it a special evening for her, plan something out, rather than risk a shitty connection cutting him off mid-word.        He hated it though. It’d been almost four years since Harry had realised his feelings had developed from just friendly into romantic, and still, he hadn’t said anything. Even the people who’d never met Y/N in person like Florence Pugh saw what was going on.        But unlike the cast and crew of ‘Treat People With Kindness’ who had to deal with his pining for maybe a couple of weeks, it’d been almost half a year for her at that point. Did she just want to call Y/N and tell her how Harry felt? Sure. She’d had enough of him coming into her trailer only to fall down onto her pillow and whine. But it wasn’t her place. So instead, she was going to figure out a way to get Y/N to the set and make him tell her himself.        Getting Harry’s phone away from him should’ve been the inspiration to the next ‘Mission Impossible’ script though, because it took her literally a whole day to fish it out from his coat's pocket, and she only had about ten seconds to find Y/N’s number (which wasn’t that hard given how it was the number with literally hundreds of calls next to it) and put it in her own phone.        Once their filming was done for the day, Florence rebutted Harry’s invitation to a movie night, saying a massive headache was coming on, so he wished her a good night and with slumped shoulders went to sulk on his own. Which is why she practically sprinted to her own trailer to finally call Y/N        An unsure ‘hello?’ greeted her ears before she responded. “Hey, this is Florence… Pugh.”        That stunned Y/N into silence for a few seconds before she spluttered out a greeting and said ‘hi’ as well. “Not to be rude, but how did you get my number?”        “Stole it from Harry’s phone. Look, he’s miserable. Keeps moping around, and I can’t take it anymore. Last night I found him crying in his pillow with your shirt over it.”        “What? Why?”        “Because it didn’t smell like you anymore.”        Y/N’s heart broke. “Why didn’t he tell me anything? We just talked, and he said he was fine. God, that man is so dumb sometimes.”        “Is there any way you could find a way to get here?” Florence asked biting down her lip.        She heard Y/N sigh at the other end of the line. “I’ll – I’ll try and figure something out. Have to know what’s going on at work, I mean it has been like two months since the video, so maybe…” She was more so talking to herself, but then remembered about Florence. “Listen, can I give you a message when I find out if my boss will let me?”        “Of course!” The actress was excited about the possibility of Y/N getting here, as long as it got Harry out of his depressive mood.        “Oh, and I’ll need to know what kind of restrictions are on set. I’ll figure something out with flights and quarantine, but I have zero clue as to what’s it like where you’re filming.”        Florence waved her off, even though she couldn’t see the motion. “Leave that to me. Just get your ass over here before the guy cries himself dry.”        It was a struggle though on all three ends – Harry was still moping, because not only had Y/N’s shirt lost its smell of her, but homesickness was hitting full force, Florence was getting more and more desperate as she attempted to take his mind off of things, but nothing seemed to work, and Y/N was trying to get on any possible flight to Harry while arranging two tests and an AirBnB she could self-isolate in for two weeks while attempting to set up her work from afar at the same time.        Two days after Florence’s call, Y/N sent her a message ‘Flying in tomorrow at 4 AM. Don’t tell Harry. He’ll feel even shittier cause I have to stay alone in quarantine. First test came back negative.”        She sighed in relief at the message and immediately texted back ‘i’ve got you a set pass ready, just need a picture. selfie will do. also, masks are mandatory on the lot, so bring those.’        Immediately Y/N sent a thumbs up, and a picture of herself she didn’t absolutely despise to be used on the ID card. All that was left was to pack. And spend two weeks in an attempt of not going crazy with anticipation before seeing Harry.        Those two weeks turned out to be worse than the two months between the music video shoot and going to the filming lot. Because throughout then, Y/N knew her only access to him would be through FaceTime, but to be about twenty minutes away from the man without the ability to touch him was pure torture, but at least Harry seemed completely oblivious to the change in her surroundings.        As they still continued on with their calls, not once did he mention her background, or how the paintings suddenly had managed to switch positions or the fact that Y/N didn’t even own paintings. She was sure she could’ve been missing an arm, and he wouldn’t have mentioned it with how tired he looked.        “Have you even slept, Har?”        “Not really,” he groaned, getting more comfortable in his bed. “We’ve had a bunch of early shoots and then late nights, ‘cause we need to get the continuity for the scenes, and then the day’s full of Zoom calls, and well, I can’t not call you.”        Y/N scoffed, scolding him. “You know damn well I won’t be offended if we sacrifice a couple of calls for you to get some proper sleep.”        “I know, but I will.”        Y/N sighed, knowing in a way it was her fault. She could tell him she no longer was hours of time zones away, but rather watched the same sunset and sunrise as him, but she also knew Harry, and he would be unable to stay away from her until her quarantine was over.        She was quite happy she’d sat through the fourteen mandatory days, because when she got on set, even though Harry was usually good at keeping his composure during a scene, despite the mask, he’d recognise Y/N anywhere, and all of the lines flew out of his head.        “Jack?” Florence’s hand came to cup Harry’s cheek, trying to bring him back on track. “You alright?”        But he didn’t even care about improvising to get out of the flub as his lips were split apart by a grin, and he dashed away, a loud ‘CUT!’ ringing throughout the set, but Harry already had Y/N in his arms, spinning the girl around.        “Best friends my ass,” Florence murmured as she went to the two.        Harry was speechless, Y/N’s face in between his hands as he looked her up and down. “How are you here? What? Why?”        “Thank Florence.” Y/N gave an attempt at motioning to the actress with her head. She set the whole thing up.”        Harry’s head whipped to his scene partner. “You knew Y/N was here for two weeks and told me nothing?”        “Your brain short-circuited when you saw her! You wouldn’t be of no use on set at all if I had.”        Harry scoffed, throwing an arm over Y/N’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s get away from this meanie.” But as he walked away, he looked over his shoulder and mouthed a grateful ‘thank you’ to her.        All Florence could hope for was that he’d get it together and confess, but it didn’t seem like he was in any sort of a rush. Y/N was set to be there for three weeks, but the thought of the woman leaving without knowing how Harry felt, leaving him in a sea of his own heartache, made her miserable, especially after a night they’d all spent together.        Harry really wanted Y/N to get to know the people he worked with so he invited the ones closest to him for a movie night, during which he himself had been the first one to actually fall asleep, of course.        For most of it, as ‘Westworld’ ran on in the background, he spent curled up in Y/N’s lap, his head resting against her chest with her fingers weaving through the shortened locks. She had to get used to the length, motion automatically wanting to go on longer than it was possible to. Soon enough, the soothing motions lulled her to sleep as well, their bodies leaning into one another and perfectly fitting together.        As tired as Florence was of seeing Harry, a person who’d become her friend now pine for someone so hard, it was absolutely heart-melting to watch the two interact. Everyone could see Y/N had the same feelings as Harry did for her, only she hid them a bit better. A little, but not by a lot.        No friends acted the way those two did around one another. Sure, people could be touchy, but not like that, not with such intimacy behind the motions. She felt like she was being a little creepy as she pulled out her phone to take a picture, but it was too cute not to.        A loud noise from somewhere outside set made Y/N shoot up straight, and Florence held her breath as she clutched onto her phone, having swiped it accidentally into video mode and filming the whole thing.        “No,” Harry whined, a hand reaching up for Y/N and grabbing at her elbow. “Come back. ‘S too early.”        She just nodded, grumbling something unintelligible but possibly along the lines of ‘don’t make me throw hands’ before laying down and snuggling into Harry’s chest.        Florence let out a large sigh of relief and decided to get some sleep as well before their annoying four AM alarm woke them up for set.        This time it was the other way around, as Y/N whined for Harry to ‘come back and keep her warm’.        Florence watched as Harry slipped out of Y/N’s grasp, but not before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead and a whispered a promise to ‘see her when the Sun’s up’. The second the trailer door was closed, she slapped his shoulder, and Harry gasped in shock. “What'dya do that for?”        “Stop that! Stop that stupid dance!” She stomped her foot on the ground. “I’m sick and tired of watching you watch her with that dumb longing expression on your face. I can’t take it anymore. Why do you think I went through all that trouble to get her here?”        “I told you I would!”        She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Look, I know it’s not my place or anything, but she does like you. A lot.”        Harry threw her an uncertain gaze. “And how do you know?”        “Because that woman spent two weeks in self-isolation just to see you! She’s gone through how many of those awful Covid tests just to go and visit you! She’s dropped everything for you, has supported you through so much, and never fails to boost you up.”        “That’s what friends do.”        “No.” Florence shook her head. “That kind of loyalty… that’s what people in love give. I haven’t talked to my best friend in like a month. What’s the longest you’ve gone without speaking to Y/N?”        And with that question, she left Harry to ponder not only his feelings but the girl’s he was in love with as well. Because if he had to be honest, the reason he’d been dragging everything out, the reason he’d stayed pining for Y/N for years on end was that he tried to write everything she did off as something a childhood best friend would do.        The truth was more terrifying than anything because once that came to light, it’d change everything, and Harry didn’t know if he was ready. He wanted it, desperately so if it meant Y/N becoming someone he could love freely and openly, but not if by the end of it, she'd disappear from his life, leaving a hole the size of his heart in his chest.        His thoughts were cut short as someone knocked on the ‘Hair&Make-up’ door, and an assistant let in a pouting Y/N. Well, he couldn’t’ see the pout behind the mask, but he definitely knew it was there, making a smile come on his own face.        She plopped down in an empty sofa and crossed her arms. “I was cold.”        Harry snorted, wanting to shake his head, but didn't as to not ruin the hair stylist’s work. “You’re always cold.”        “And you’re a living furnace.”        “ ‘S that why you like cuddling? Leeching off my warmth?”        The same assistant who’d let Y/N in handed her a cup of coffee, which she was ready to kiss the woman for, but opted for a ‘thank you’. “We’ve established I only use you to get to other celebs. What makes you think I wouldn’t use you for those sort of things.”        For a moment, the trailer settled into silence, as Y/N enjoyed her morning coffee while the crew kept doing their own work.        “It’s so weird,” Y/N piped up, eyes racking up and down Harry’s body. “Don’t even wanna really look at you like that.”        He let out a mock gasp of hurt. “What d’ya mean? Am I suddenly repulsive to you?”        “No!” she let out a laugh. “It’s just odd seeing you without the tattoos. They’re such a huge part of you, even the dumb ones. Can’t really imagine you any differently.”        “Would you love me any differently without them?” The question was bold, even though he knew she did love him, he had to start making moves.        “No,” Y/N shook her head. “I don’t think so. I believe I’d be a different person then as well, but I’d love you all the same. As long as you’d do the same with me.”        Harry nodded looking down at his hands then back up at her, catching her eyes through the reflection in the mirror. “Don’t think there’s a dimension out there where I don’t love you.”        “I mean that is a bold statement,” Y/N said, sipping on the remnants of her coffee. “What if I’m like a weird, cat-skinning psychopath in one dimension? Would you love me even then?”        “Jesus Christ, Y/L/N, do you just normally come up with those gruesome scenarios or is it a hobby?”        She wiggled her eyebrows, standing up and throwing away the paper cup. “There’s a reason I have a VPN and clean my search history. I’ll see you in your trailer?”        “Yeah.” Harry nodded and smiled. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”        The next half-hour he kept hyping himself up, about how he was actually going to do it, but Florence intercepted him right as he was turning down the way his trailer stood. “How are you gonna do it?”        “I – “ Harry huffed and placed his hands on his hips. “In the beginning, I had like a whole romantic outing planned, but… I’ve dragged this on long enough, so I think I’ll just tell her.”        “Okay, good.” Florence nodded and slapped his shoulder in approval. “And if I don’t hear that trailer rocking, I will throw you in a ditch.”        Harry’s eyes widened at the statement, fully knowing she meant her words, but she was already half-way down the track, blond hair swishing behind her back.        It was then or never.        Slowly he opened his own trailer door as if it was Y/N’s place not his, but by the looks of how she’d sprawled out on his bed, she had made herself right at home. Just like she’d done it on the first day of school, but just with his heart.        “Hey!” She smiled looking at him. “You ready to film?”        “Yeah, but umm… I kind of wanted to talk to you beforehand.”        Y/N’s brows furrowed at Harry’s serious tone, so she sat up, nodding. “Sure. Is everything alright?” “It’s nothing bad, at least I hope you won’t take it in a bad way... I’ve actually been wanting to tell you this since that winter’s break party you had while doing your masters...” He let out a small chuckle but seeing Y/N’s eyes widen in a panic he stopped. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “You have a kid! Oh my God.” “What? No!” Harry spluttered. “Why the hell is the first thing you assume that I have a kid?” “I don’t know!” She was now standing facing him completely. “We’ve never had secrets between us, especially for as long as you’ve apparently kept them, what am I supposed to think? Maybe one of the girls you hooked up with got pregnant, and you’ve been hiding the fact you’re a baby daddy because you know I wouldn’t be able to keep the fact I can be the cool drunk aunt to myself.” All of that came out as is she’d prepared it ages ago. “Well, no.” Harry shook his head stepping closer so he could be chest to chest with Y/N. “I’m not anyone’s baby daddy. At least I don’t think so, but umm... when that moment would come... when I have a kid...” He looked up at the ceiling and sighed before lifting a gentle hand to cup her cheek. I wouldn’t want you to be the drunk aunt. I um...” There goes nothing. “I’d kinda like if you were the mom.” “Of course, I’ll be the Godmother!” Both of them said at the same time, making the other’s brain stumble over the words said. “Wait, mom?” Y/N’s question was breathless. “Like donate my eggs or some shit?” “No like, I’ve been in love with you for close to four years, and I wanna try and build a future with you, where you’re more than just my best friend.”        “Oh.”        That was all that managed to escape her mouth as he fully opened his heart, and Harry couldn’t lie – it shattered. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it was more than that. “That’s...” Y/N huffed sitting down on the bed. “That’s a lot to take in Harry. Like a lot.” “I know.” He sighed and sat down next to her. “Which is why I’ve been pushing this away for as long as I could, but... it was time. It wasn’t fair to you or me to keep on living like that. Look.” Harry took her palm in his. “Whatever you want us to be, we’ll be that. I - I mean I’ll be heartbroken if you say you don’t feel the same, but no matter what you tell me now, I won’t let you leave my life. I love you, and I’m in love with you. This is your choice which way you chose to go with.” Y/N shook her head, interlacing their fingers and finally looking up at him. “I don’t want you to be heartbroken. It’s the last thing, I’d ever want to see you like. And umm well, if it takes me using the pair of ovaries I have to admit I’ve been in love with you too to change that, I guess I’ll have to say it. I’m in love with you too.” Harry’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears of happiness, as he looked at Y/N like she’d hung the stars in the sky. Not that it mattered. He always looked at her like that. “You mean it?” “Yeah,” she chuckled, wiping away a few stray pearls from her own cheeks. “I guess I always thought I’d end up the drunk aunt in your life, so that’s why I thought you’d ask me to be whatever future child’s Godmother. But I love you, and I’m in love with you too.” “Can I – “ Fuck, Harry was too giddy for his own good. “Can I kiss you?” And when Y/N chuckled, nodding he swore he already was in heaven. “Yes, please.”        At first, the touch of his lips was gentle, almost afraid, but the second he pressed them to Y/N’s, and she gasped at the sensation, it became full of lust as passion, years of pent-up pining and angst and just plain old stupidity surfacing and morphing itself into a steamy make-out session.        In a split second, she was sprawled out on Harry’s bed, his toned body leaning over hers and teasing hands moving along her sides, making her squirm and ache for more of his touch, but she wasn’t the only one who wanted to explore a body with a new mindset of what was possible.        As Y/N moaned from Harry’s tongue invading her mouth, her hand couldn’t help itself as it slid down his chest, and her finger flicked against the button of his trousers.        “Can I touch you there?” Y/N whispered against his mouth, and Harry eagerly nodded.        “Please. Been dreaming about this for literally years.”        Smiling, she allowed him to continue and explore her mouth with his tongue, intoxicated on one another’s taste. In fact, Y/N was so far gone just from the kiss, she forgot how a fly worked and needed Harry’s help to open it.        “Get back here,” she grumbled as he chuckled, having leaned up a bit to make it easier for her to get the offensive piece of clothing off. “We’ll see how you fare with a bra.”        “Oh, I’m an expert.” His hands trailed to her shoulder where he snapped one of the straps against her skin, making her yelp.        “You do not want to do that when my hand is an inch away from your dick.”        But the threat had no merit to it, as she dipped her palm behind Harry’s boxers while his mouth went to soothe the sting and leave a little mark on her skin, which he’d get to admire later on.        The second, Y/N wrapped her hand around his cock an involuntary moan escaped into the air, as she gripped him. Fuck, she couldn’t wait until he was inside her, because, and it might sound a little cliché given how they were best friends who’d fallen in love with one another, but she was one hundred percent sure, he was made exactly for her.        But no matter how much she twisted her hand or how gently or roughly she rubbed the tip, he couldn’t get hard, and Harry was on the verge of tears, which Y/N saw and instantly pulled away, cupping his face.        “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “Fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”        “Hey!” Y/N cooed. “None of that. It’s alright. Shit happens.”        Harry nodded understanding that she was right, but he still felt shitty and well, he felt insecure about it. “I just. Fuck. Usually, when I think of you, I’m hard in like a second.”        And although all Y/N wanted to do was smirk and tease him about the fact that he thought of her while wanking himself off, that wasn’t the right moment.        “I promise, you turn me on, you do." He sniffled. "This had never happened before.” But Y/N wasn’t offended or sad, and her laugh wasn’t mocking or trying to hurt him.        “Harry you’re dead tired.” She cupped his cheek with one of her hands, and if he’d been ice cream he would’ve literally melted. “You had to wake up at four in the fucking morning and won’t go to sleep until two the next day. Let yourself rest a bit.”        “But,” he whined and then huffed. “But I wanna love on you. Wanna show you just how crazy I am about you.”        “And you will. You know I’ll always hold you to your word. But this won’t be fun for either of us if mid-fuck you suddenly collapse on me asleep. I don’t need to go to the A and E and explain the broken nose is because my boyfriend decided to take a nap while shagging. A nap on my face.”        But Harry hadn’t really heard anything she’d said after Y/N mentioned the b-word, a dopey smile on his face. “I’m your boyfriend? You really want me like that?”        “I mean I would prefer if you were Phoebe…”        Harry pinched her side, making her squeal before tackling her in a hug. “Shut up!”        And that’s how the two fell asleep (and were woken up twenty minutes later by an assistant in a panic given how Harry was supposed to be on set in five minutes)  – wrapped up in one another’s arms, smiles on their faces, and no longer best friends, but lovers.

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Hi, can i request a zhongli x male reader angst to fluff hanahaki au where male reader was a God a long time ago who died to hanahaki because of zhongli and guizhong, but male reader is resurrected as a mortal and zhongli sees them again

Hey! I'm not completely sure if that is what you meant nonnie, but this idea was stuck in my head for a while now and I just had to write it! It's certainly not one of my best pieces but.. I hope you like it.. 💕

🌸In another life🌸

Pairing: Zhongli x Hanahaki! M! Reader

Warnings: Major Character Death, Angst to Fluff..? I think.. It's really bittersweet.

Notes: u_u ... I can't english

Zhongli turned his head towards the storyteller, who clearly caught his attention with the words that just left his mouth. Although for most people it was unknown, forgotten, Zhongli never forgot a single event in the story he started.

"Once upon a time, there was a young god who loved every creature in Tayvat."

He lowered the cup that he was holding, focusing his attention on the words of the story.

They always started out the same.

"The god that loved every creature in Tayvat, the same god that would offer everything to everyone by his love, lost life."

They always ended the same way.

Zhongli closed his eyes and took a deep breath, remembering the moment he met the young man with a smile on his face.

The man told him that he was visiting Liyue out of sheer curiosity, and that he was coming back to it out of curiosity as well.

"Do you think I could be any kind of a threat to you?" You laughed softly, turning your head towards your friend. Although you were a weak god and you were far from strong, somehow the Geo Archon decided to devote a moment of his attention to you. The moment that sprouted into feeling.

Morax smiled slightly and walked closer to you, gazing out at the sea of ​​clouds.

"Things that are dangerous, not often have to look like a threat."

Just like love.

Love can be beautiful, but won't it turn into poison in the blink of an eye as soon as you lose control of it?

Like flowers, can delight with their amazing charm, when their roots must dig into the very center of the heart, almost breaking it.

"He taught him to understand."

"The young god introduced himself by the name [Y / N]. He befriended Rex Lapis, despite different views and observations." The storyteller continued.

Zhongli looked down at his cup, half full of tea. His mind was full of the thoughts he always chose to leave to himself. He thought that from the mortals, he probably would never hear this name again.

Morax sighed softly, smiling as you pulled his hand along the fields of flowers. He never really understood why you loved them so much, but he could accept that the time you spent with them made you feel relaxed.

"You have some really beautiful plants here, you know?" You laughed as you let go of his hand and ran to one of the trees, immediately sitting under it. The other male calmly approached you and watched as one of the butterflies sat on your finger.

Maybe it was your charm that all creatures loved so much? Until then, he was unable to answer this question. Why did he choose to protect you? Is it because he really thought you were a dear friend to him? Maybe it was because you seemed so vulnerable and weak, just making him feel pity.

You lifted your hand up, showing the creature to your friend. It's wings were golden that gleamed like the light of the setting sun.

"It's so small. but it was not afraid to sit on my finger.. just like I was not afraid to make contact with you, Morax." Glistening pupils looked at you now, taking their attention away from the butterfly. "If you wanted to, I would have been lying underground a long time ago. If you only thought that I was a threat.. ha.."

You laughed softly as you watched the butterfly fly away from your sight.

"You wouldn't hesitate to attack me, would you?"

"He taught him to look up to the future."

Sometimes being weak has its advantages. Not everyone sees you as their enemy, the stronger will usually ignore you, or offer help caused by feelings of pity. Pity over your existence and weakness.

Where do you see this land in a few hundred years, Morax? It was one of your first questions to him that he had to think seriously about. Of course, he cared about Liyue, but admittedly he never thought about what everything would look like in the future.

Will he still dominate these beautiful landscapes? Will he still be able to be called their Archon?

"He taught him to take care."

Zhongli smiled, closing his eyes. He would never have thought it would end this way. True, his life was not over, but the divine era certainly came to an end. People, although weak - will cope.

A soft laugh broke the silence in the room as you ran one hand through the god's hair. This was one of those days where you spent time together, without any worries. You gently braided Morax's hair, smiling to yourself.

"Maybe you should wear this hairstyle more often?" You asked, gently tangling some pieces of flowers into his hair. He just closed his eyes and relaxed in the feeling of your touch. Your hands always seemed extremely delicate. "No? The great god who rules over all Liyue doesn't have time to spend a few minutes making a hairstyle?"

"I didn't say anything." The man sighed and turned to face you. "Why should I worry about a trivial thing like my hair?"

You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head slightly, apparently surprised by his answer.

"Isn't it nicer to look at Liyue when everything is in its place?" You asked, getting up from the ground and placing both of your hands on his shoulders. "If you take care of every smallest element.. eventually these elements will fit together and create perfection.. No matter if it is the perfect weapon.. power.. or hairstyle.."

You were happy watching your friend become attached to more people. At first you enjoyed it, you thought you helped him open up to the world. On your journey together, you met a large number of amazing beings, but suddenly one goddess appeared that seemed to take the person dearest to you away.

"The young god taught him feelings that Rex Lapis did not understand before. He helped him open up to new things, to new people."

Zhongli gritted his teeth as he remembered the rest of the story. Even though you taught him so much, he still understood so little back then.

"[Y / N] had feelings for Morax stronger than to any other being. But it was not his will that made the love strong." The storyteller continued, drawing the attention of more people. "For one-sided love is the strongest. For one-sided love hurts the most."

Goddess of dust, beautiful and gentle, good-hearted and wise. She was a weak god, just like you, maybe that was why Morax had paid more attention to her back then? Maybe he forgot that in fact your strenght was nothing, but his presence near you. He spent every free moment with the goddess. You dreamt that he could give you more attention, but apparently it was not given to you.

You taught him so much and all he offered you was jealousy. Jealousy was eating you from the inside as you saw the goddess slowly pull Morax towards her. It hurt your heart when you had the opportunity to meet a man less and less. But you yourself didn't have the heart to stop it all, because you knew that this goddess meant well for him.

You understood that it was easy to fall in love with someone like him.

"The years passed, the gods drifted apart. The young god was helping Rex Lapis to understand the newer and newer feelings that the goddess had helped him to experience this time."

You understood that you are not the only one who deserves this feeling to be returned.

Zhongli shook his head and opened his eyes, staring at his reflection in the already cold tea. If he knew you thought so.. If he knew he was slowly breaking your heart while spending time with the goddess, it would have all ended differently.

Anyway, it never came out of his mouth that they were 'just friends', it never came out of his mouth that they were something more..

Zhongli clenched his fist, remembering your last moments with him. He remembered your tears, your painful, but smiling face.

"Over time, his feelings did not diminish, but bloomed like the flower buds that he admired so much on his first visit to Liyue. The feeling became unbearable, breaking his heart, hurting him, making him even weaker. The young god then wanted the feeling of love to become something alien to him. "

He remembered you asking him to tell you one of the old stories that he once told you at the beginning of your friendship.

"Why do you suddenly want to hear it? I must say, it's not one of the most interesting ones.."

You laughed quietly, but apart from the laughter, a choked cough escaped your mouth, which you tried to hide with all your might.

"It just.. this story really brings me good memories.. remember? You told it to me when we were sitting under the same tree.. years ago.."

Morax closed his eyes and leaned against the tree, staring up at the sky.

"Well then.."

Zhongli stared at his hands placed on the table in front of him. If he himself lost his life, would he be able to meet you again?

"It was their last meeting. The young god left after him nothing but flowers, which slowly choked him from the inside. Rex Lapis never lost the abilities he had received from his friend. Rex Lapis never forgot, he carried his feelings to the end. One can only hope that after the death of the God of Geo, the two met again."

"Master Zhongli, right?" A soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts, making him look up at the person that called his name. "Can I sit here?"

A joyful smile on the face of a stranger, unusually similar to the smile of a young god who left this world many years ago. The same gaze, that looked at his face with love and affection.

Zhongli nodded slightly, not taking his eyes away from the face of the newly met person.

"I see you here a lot, so I figured I'd introduce myself!" The male laughed, painting a smile on Zhongli's face as he reached towards the consultant. "[Y/N]."

"Maybe in another life, they'll be happy together'."

Noona, Do You Not Like Younger Men? (Choi San+Jung Wooyoung)

Pairing: Choi San× Milf! Reader (Female)× Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Idol AU.

Summary: Maybe going over to pester their favorite manager during her vacation wasn't such a bad idea, especially if it ends up with them getting what they always fantasized about every night.

Word Count: 4.2+K

Warnings: Age differences (still within legal boundaries), breast play including titty fucking (yeah I'm aware some of us don't have huge tits, I'm part of that squad but we can dream ok?) fingering, m+f+m threesome, ass grinding, spanking, degradation.

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @deja-vux @daniblogs164 @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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Y/N's eyes squinted at the two younger males who casually showed up at her home, uninvited and already letting themselves in as if they owned the place.

"Hi Noona. Did you miss us?" The older one of the two squished her cheeks together, earning him a slap on his wrist, which he did not appreciate.

"Aww Noona, now look what you've done. You made him sad." The other male pointed to the other's pout.

"Choi San and Jung Wooyoung, just what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Isn't it obvious? We came to keep you company!" San cheerfully exclaimed.

"We know you missed us so we decided to come over and spend time with our favorite manager." Wooyoung added as he went over to try and cling an arm around the older woman, but she brushed his hand away.

"Ok, in case you guys didn't know, I'm on vacation, a well needed vacation from my manager duties. Specifically from you two! You little brats who constantly give me migraines and high blood pressure. I got this vacation to get away from you both!"

The boys were taken aback by her outburst, looking back and forth between each other and then returned their faces back to her. Their somber and disappointed expressionism soon bursted out in laughter, confusing the woman in front of them.

"Oh Noona! You're so funny." San giggled.

"We know you love and adore us so much. And you're happy that we came to keep you company!" Against her will, and more since she was outnumbered, she let Wooyoung and San each take one of her arm and drag her over to the living room where they sat her down and started arranging the space so they could have a small movie day. Y/N let out slow and deep breaths as she tried not to lose her patience and just let the boys run around her house as they started putting the snacks they brought with them into bowls. She could hear them muttering angrily to each other from the kitchen, no doubt telling each other to be careful less they accidentally broke one of her plates. In less than 10 minutes, they had about  7 or 8 different bowls full of different snacks, ranging from crispy chips, to sour gummy worms and even different types of sweet chocolates.

"We even got mochi ice cream! Would you like some?" Wooyoung enthusiastically shoved the case that contained assorted flavors of the icy dessert.

Knowing she might as well enjoy the gluttonous snacks while she could, Y/N skimmed her hand over them and picked out one of the mint chocolate mochis and stuffed it in her mouth. Unbeknownst to her, the man on her right was staring at her with a wide smile as she ate the ice cream. When she noticed, she gave him a puzzled look and scooted further away from him.

"You chose the mint chocolate flavor." He giddily stated.

"Yes....any problem with that?" She questioned.

San emitted happy squeals at that.

"I love mint chocolate flavor too! Don't you see Noona? This further proves that were soulmates and destined to be together!"

Without even asking or warning, he snuggled himself against her, an arm around her waist as he used her chest as a makeshift pillow. Coming back from the kitchen, Wooyoung glared at San when he saw how close he was with their manager.

"Hey! No fair. Don't hog Noona up for yourself. We promised to share!" He quickly jumped on the other side and tried to tangle himself around her, proving to be difficult when San was pushing him away. Y/N ended up being pulled and tugged from both sides as the boys fought amongst themselves for her. Fed up with their antics, she reached her hands over and smacked both of their thighs sharply, making them retreat away from her less they suffered more physical pain from her.

"I want both of you to stay at least an arm's length away from me if you're planning to stay here and watch a movie. And absolutely under no circumstances do I want either of your mouths opening to sputter nonsense and annoy me further...Got it?!"

Both of the idols scooted to either ends of the couch, each grabbing a nearby cushion to keep them company and to protect them in case they furthered irritated their off duty manager. Y/N took a deep breath as she rubbed the side of her temples, letting the boys pick out which movie they wanted to watch. She probably wouldn't even enjoy the movie with the two rascals nearby, she thought to herself. Wooyoung and San settled for a cute looking movie, both of them hoping that the fluffy contents would soften up Y/N so they could cuddle up next to her once more. The woman however cringed when she saw the title.

"Ugh. Wake me up when whatever chick flick you chose is over." She settled back onto the couch, her eyes already closing.

"Aww come on Noona, give it a try. You might even like it." San suggested.

"Romantic movies have never been my type." She mumbled out, her hand reaching out to take some of the popcorn on the table to stuff in her mouth.

The movie played out exactly as she expected it to. Nothing short of all the typical cliches and stereotypes portrayed on every single romantic comedy made in existence. The boys would often look back at her every few minutes, their faces getting more and more discouraged when their manager didn't seem to be enjoying their company. It seemed that their plan to get close to her backfired as she was currently resting her chin on her palms, dozing off slowly while not paying one bit of attention on the screen in front of her.

"Told you to pick a scary movie." San complained to his friend.

"Your chicken ass can't even handle them." Wooyoung side eyed him.

"Yeah, but jump scares serve as an excuse to hug the person next to you." He tilted his head over to Y/N.

"Nice move, saying your plan out loud for her to hear. You dumbass."

Taking the pillow he had, San chucked it at Wooyoung, knocking the snacks he was currently eating onto the floor. Grabbing the pillow, he made move to throw it once more, but Y/N held a hand up.

"Throw that cushion and I will choke you Jung Wooyoung."

The warned boy immediately sat the cushion back down, setting his hands down on his lap.

"Please do...."

Y/N's half lidded eyes sprung wide open when she heard his whisper. Slowly she turned her head at him, of course Wooyoung noticed out of the corner of his eye and swallowed harshly. He didn't think she was paying attention enough to hear him, but she was. Wooyoung soon felt flushed as she eyed him with an indiscernible stare, trying desperately to focus his attention on the movie in front of him but the heavy weight of her stare kept burning through him. Seeing as he wasn't going to say or do anything else, Y/N decided it would be fun to tease him like he'd often tease her. Sliding on top of him, to the surprise of not only Wooyoung but his friend on the other side, Y/N hummed softly as her fingers ran up his chest.

"Please do what Wooyoung? Choke you? Is that what you want? Want my hand wrapped around that pretty of neck of yours?"

The flustered male shuddered when her fingers encapsulated over the front of his neck, lightly applying pressure against his Adam's apple with her palm.

"Oh someone likes this a little too much." She chuckled as she subtly rolled her hips on his tent that formed as soon as she touched him.

"Please Noona.." Wooyoung squirmed underneath her body, hips trying to grind up against hers.

"I barely did anything and you're already begging for me. You're an even bigger whore than I thought you were." She let out an annoyed 'tsk' as she slowly began to get off his lap.

When Wooyoung felt her detaching herself, his hands came out to clasp her waist, keeping her firmly planted on his lap.

"Yes I am, I'm such a whore for you Noona. But please don't leave me here like this." He whined at her, looking completely pitiful as his hands desperately tried to keep her from moving. Y/N reached a hand out to toss some of the hair away from his forehead, her mind already working on ways to play around with the young male. Noticing that his eyes kept falling towards her chest, she suddenly got an idea.

"You like my breasts Wooyoungie?"

Her question caught him off guard, eyes widening, looking like a deer caught in headlights, especially after she called him by his nickname. He was beyond flustered, unable to look up at his manager anymore.

"I asked you a question Wooyoungie and I expect an answer or else I'll leave you hanging there and make you watch as I play with Sannie instead."

The forgotten male beside them became excited at hearing her words, his hand rubbing against his inner thigh, slowly creeping up to the bulge in his pants. Tilting his chin up to look at her, Y/N repeated her question once more, expecting him to reply as it was his last chance.

"Y-yes. I like your breasts very much Noona." He finally admitted.

Satisfied at getting an answer, Y/N pulled away from Wooyoung so she could start removing her shirt, both boys watching her without batting an eyelash. When her bra dropped on the floor, they both stared in awe at her voluptuous chest, mouths agape and nearly drooling at the sight.

"Fuck, they're just-wow." San chimed in, tongue wetting the center of his lips.

"You like them too Sannie? I always thought you were more of an ass guy." She commented with a knowing smile, recalling all the times he'd come up behind her and greet her with a pat on her bum.

"Oh hell yeah I am, but I'd never say no to an opportunity to suck on a pretty pair of tits." He acknowledged with no hesitation.

"Is that so? Well then."

Prying Wooyoung's hands off her, Y/N sat herself back in between the boys, hands cupping both of her breasts to gently massage them in her palms, fingers tweaking at her nipples which were slowly getting fully erect. The two men at her sides watched with hungry eyes, only imagining how soft and tender her breasts must feel, both wanting to replace her hands with their own. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to get a better offer.

"There's one for each of you my loves, so go ahead. Put your pretty mouths on them and suck on them. And maybe if you do good enough, I'll play more with you guys."

Wooyoung and San simultaneously looked at one another, both wondering if they heard her correctly or it was another perverted thought their mind played on them. Realizing it was not, San was the first one to be bold as he cupped the breast nearest to him and brought it up to his lips, where he proceeded to coat the areola with spit before he latching onto it.

"So you're more of a dirty boy, aren't you Sannie?" She mused at him, fingers brushing some of the bangs on his face.

San only responded by lifting his eyes momentarily to shoot a wink her way before indulging back in his task of suckling on her tit. Y/N turned her attention to Wooyoung, who was still nervously sitting there in a pliant manner. She beckoned for him to come closer.

"Wooyoungie, my other breast feels lonely."

Getting the hint, Wooyoung lowered himself and practically squished his face into her fleshy mound. As expected, he was very vocal, spewing out lewd sounds as he harshly sucked on her nipple, bringing in as much of her as he could possibly put in his mouth. Y/N laid her head back on the top of the couch, mouth drawing out heavy breaths and pants as she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of the the younger male's mouths on her breasts, their tongues and teeth eagerly swirling and nibbling on her sensitive flesh. She noticed how both of them had completely different patterns. Whereas San's suckling was less intense, it was definitely more sloppy, spit dribbling down his chin and down her chest from all the insane movements his tongue worked on her nipple, each of them clearly focused on bringing her as much pleasure as possible. Wooyoung was definitely more intense and full of eagerness, but each swirl of his tongue or nibbling on her skin was less meditated and more like he was simply enjoying to taste the older woman, playing around with her breast as if it was a toy for him to fondle and tease as he pleased. Not that she minded, she loved being used as a toy by them both.

She became so lost in the feeling of their mouths on her body that she didn't notice the hands that had traveled in between her thighs until she felt them prying them open in an effort to slide her shorts and underwear down. She became somewhat self conscious when they managed to tear the rest of her clothing off, her legs closing tightly. Tapping a finger on her knee, San pulled off her nipple to say:

"Spread your legs for us and let us see that soaking cunt of yours."

Wooyoung was just as shocked as she was at his informal and vulgar words, but it certainly served to arouse her even more. Getting talked down to by someone younger than her..... it was definitely something. Giving him what he, and probably also his friend, wanted, she opened up her legs. Putting aside her gorgeous breasts for the meantime, the 2 pairs of eyes peered down at the sight below them, their Noona's folds glistening just for them and because of them, her tiny bud aching to be touched by their fingers. Signaling to his friend, San dipped his fingers down, swirling them around her clit before pressing down on it.

"Oh she's needy Wooyoung, I can feel it throbbing against my finger." San smirked as he lightly rubbed against her clit.

"Is our pretty Noona in need of our fingers? Does she want to get stuffed with them?" Wooyoung muttered against her ear, lips quick to muffle the moan that responded to his question. It was a sweet and tender kiss that was interrupted by San who tilted her chin towards him so that he could kiss her as well.

"Don't worry Noona. We'll make sure you're full and satisfied."

Y/N gasped as she felt both of their fingers slowly insert themselves into her slick and wet walls. Nudging to each other, their fingers started moving to and fro, eyes watching closely each facial expression that took over her features, reveling in the blissful sighs that were spilling out of her lips. Y/N couldn't keep herself from clenching tightly around their fingers, mesmerized by the sight of both of them fingering her tight little hole.

"Are you enjoying this Noona? Like having your tight pussy fucked by Sannie's finger and mine?" Wooyoung giggled, pushing his finger deeper into her, knuckles pressing against her mound which had her shuddering.

"Yes she is Wooyoungie, look at how much tighter she's becoming."

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he looked at Wooyoung.

"Maybe we should stretch her out even further. Don't you think?" He suggested, to which Wooyoung agreed to with a grin.

With a sharp inhale, Y/N released a whimper when 2 extra fingers intruded into her intimate region, stretching her further. The pace with which they were thrusting their fingers into her increased, each of the boys jamming their fingers at different timings, making sure that their tips touched the hood of her sex, grazing that sweet spot of hers. Y/N was a whining and moaning mess. The boys were not giving her any chance to relax, when one set of fingers was pulling out of her, the other set was pushing back in, continuing its abuse on her g-spot. She felt her thighs starting to trembling, her lower stomach building up her climax by the second. Even with the 4 fingers parting her wide open, she was starting to squeeze around them, wrapping them up in a blanket of heat that would soon coat them with her release.

"Are you gonna cum Noona? Cum on Sannie's and my fingers?" Wooyoung cooed as he drove his fingers faster into her to help her reach her orgasm faster.

Y/N could only manage to nod slightly, eyes shutting tight, unable to register anything else save for the slippery and squealching sounds that came from between her thighs. She didn't feel San press his lips against her ear until his low voice spoke in that sexy satoori accent of his.

"Cum for us Noona. Cum all over us."

With his encouragement, she tipped over the edge, crying out loudly as her release started streaming down her body and onto their hands, dripping even down to their wrists. The boys were kind enough to continue filling her hole with their fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm until she came down from her high.

"Shit. Look at all the mess you made on us. Such a dirty dirty Noona." San taunted as he forced her to look down at their cum covered hands, which they both brought up to lick clean right in front of her.

"And you taste so delicious." Wooyoung added with star struck eyes.

Cupping both of their chins, she placed a peck on each of their lips.

"Thank you for that my darling boys, you made Noona feel amazing. It's only right Noona makes you both feel just as good."

Not forgetting about the throbbing needs in their pants, she ordered them to strip in front of her, an order they were eager to comply with. Through clumsy fumbling, a pile of clothes was added to the previously discarded garments from the woman in front of them. Y/N couldn't hide the satisfaction on her face as she gazed at their erect cocks, standing proudly, waiting to be touched and played with.

"Well I suspected my boys were big, but even the reality is nothing like what I imagined." The men flushed at her words, flattered by the knowledge that she had indeed thought about them in that way before.

"Wooyoungie, lie down right here." She patted the space next to her.

Following her instructions, Wooyoung placed himself where she wanted him, displaying himself out to her. Hovering above him, Y/N kissed along his defined abs, getting dangerously close to the tip of his cock, exciting him while the member behind them envied their close proximity. Y/N pulled her face away right before her lips could touch his head.

"As much as I'd love to suck your pretty little cock, I think there's something you'll enjoy even more babyboy."

The pet name followed by the image of her breasts enveloping his shaft between them was enough to drive Wooyoung wild as he realized what she had in mind.

"Oh fuck Noona- yes please." He was anxious about having her warm tits hug around his length and fuck him until they were coated in his cum.

"I knew you'd love the idea."

Glancing back at the neglected male, Y/N motioned for him to come over.

"And I have an idea for you too my precious Sannie. Since you seem to like my ass so much, how about you stuff that cock of yours in my cheeks and fuck yourself on them?"

San's eyes bulged out, his dick twitching when he heard those words. It was such an erotic, kinky and naughty idea and he was all up for it.

"Shit- fuck yeah." He wasted no time as he straddled Y/N's behind, slapping his cock on each of her asscheeks before prying them apart and laying his shaft in between them.

"Fuck yourself as you want Sannie and try to keep up with Wooyoung and I." She challenged him, which he was more than willing to take up.

Spitting down on Wooyoung's cock and her tits to properly lubricate them, she sandwiched his shaft in her pillowy and soft flesh before rubbing her tits up and down on him. Wooyoung was releasing gasp after gasp the more he felt and saw his member disappear and reappear from his Noona's glorious valley. Meanwhile behind her, San busied himself as he started rutting his cock against the firm but tender skin of her ass, groaning and grunting as he took advantage of the green light she gave him to go as hard as he wanted. Each time he slammed his hips up into her, he basked in the visual of her plump ass cheeks rippling with each of his thrusts.

"Oh God." San exclaimed, one hand coming down to strike one of Y/N's cheeks, causing her to jolt forward in surprise, her stiff nipples rubbing against Wooyoung's shaft.

"Shit! San- be gentle with Noona." He whined, his eyes still focused on the silky sensation of Y/N's boobs hugging him.

"It's ok Wooyoung. I know Noona liked it. She likes it rough. Watch."

Raising his hand once more, it came back down to spank the same spot he had previously hit, a light pink hue starting to appear on her skin. Y/N tried and failed to contain a whimpered moan from her lips, spit dripping out and falling on Wooyoung's tip.

"Shit Noona, are you really into freaky shit?" He asked in astonishment.

"She's literally letting two younger guys fuck her tits and ass, how much more reassurance do you need?" San pointed out as he squeezed at her ass, riding her backside with more intensity.

"She's just a dirty kinky whore, allowing us to use her body this way. And then she's gonna let us cover her in our cum cause she's that slutty."

Y/N groaned at his words, her tongue poking out to lick at Wooyoung's slit each time it peeked out through the valley of her enormous tits.

"Fuck to paint Noona's tits with my cum-" Wooyoung hissed, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

"You wanna do that for me? Cum on my big boobs baby boy?" She chuckled when she felt Wooyoung's cock twitch against her skin.

He couldn't answer her as another one of San's slaps along with his frenzied grinding thrusted her forward, making her and the boy below her exclaim in surprise.

"You're not cumming without me. You better hold it." San warned through gritted teeth, nails digging into her flesh as he violently rammed his cock between her fleshy and plump folds.

Y/N looked down at poor Wooyoung's face, looking so distraught as he fought hard not to cum right then and there. Leaning down, Y/N gave his tip a few kitten licks before resuming to squish her breasts on his length.

"It's ok Wooyoungie. San forgets his not in charge here. I am. So cum for me baby boy. Cum all over your Noona's tits." She softly said to him.

With shuddering whines and whimpers, Wooyoung threw his head back, eyebrows furrowed as thick streams of cum erupt from his tip, his orgasmic bliss so overwhelming, lasting longer due to Y/N continuing to rapidly push up and down his cock, milking him out of the last drop of cum he had left in his body.

"That's it. That's my good little boy, keep cumming just like that." She praised him, watching with excitement as his seed plastered itself on the top of her cleavage, some of it even splashing onto her cheeks and chin.

"That's so fucking hot- Oh my God-"

After watching the scene play out in front of him, San felt a familiar tightness in his balls, his tip starting to swell up. Before he could even register it, he was already pumping his own cum all over Y/N's ass and lower back, sputtering out incoherent words as he did so. He ended up collapsing on the couch, energy completed drained after all that, same as his friend who was still laying still on the other side. Meanwhile Y/N grabbed the box of tissues that was on the coffee table and pulled a few of them out so she could clean herself and the boys up. Starting with Wooyoung, she wiped in between his thighs, picking up the remainder of whatever was left of his cum before turning to San and cleaning up his body as well. Once both of the boys were cleaned up, she grabbed a couple more tissues to use on herself. She was distracted when she heard both of them start giggling out of nowhere.

"What's so funny?" She asked them, looking at San and then at Wooyoung, both of them donning a suspicious smile.

"So Noona does like younger men..."

mafia!ateez reacts: s/o dying in their dreams

💌 This is: Requested

Hongjoong:

He was tossing and turning in his sleep, unaware of the beads of sweat trickling down his skin as he watches you get shot in the head, watching your body fall down the on the ground with a thud. His eyes immediately flew open as he felt a hand gripping his shoulder, shaking him violently. He scanned his eyes around the room, it was dark, hot (for him at least) and there was you in your silk bedroom gown with a worried look on your face. Immediately, Hongjoong threw himself onto you and tackled you into a tight hug. He didn't say anything but just kept you in his arms, hugging you closely to his chest. The dream felt so real, but he was glad that you pulled him away from it. He didn't know what would happen if you really did get shot, no, he shouldn't be thinking of that. His hold on you gets tighter and finally his mind would be put into ease as you wiped the sweat away from his forehead and hugged him back.

Seonghwa:

He extended his right hand clutching on the pistol tightly. He has his guard on as he investigates the abandoned warehouse alone, but with his men standing on guard outside for any surprise attackers. With slowly steps he opens each door of every room, but found nothing. On the last door, he felt an uneasy feeling as he approached towards it. He couldn't explain this feeling creeping on his skin, but as he opened the door, his legs almost gave up on his and he slowly slid down on the door with a shattering heart. The image of you laying down on your bloodied stomach and eyes closed pricked hot tears in Seonghwa's eyes. He crawled his way to you, lifting you up in his arms, craddling you and cried his heart out. Unaware to his conscious self, Seonghwa was crying in his sleep and you couldn't help but look at him in confusion before tapping his forearm to wake him up. When he opened his eyes, he stopped crying and stared at you. Blinking to himself, he processed everything around him. A few choked sobs escapes his lips as he slowly sits up from the bed and hugs you tightly. Telling you his dream and promising you that no harm will ever come upon you.

Yunho:

Yunho's blood boiled as he saw your condition - you were in the corner of the room, wrists and ankles binded with a rope, a piece of cloth stuffed inside your mouth and Yunho didn't missed the chance to see your tear stained cheeks, shrivelled hair and the dark purple bruises on your arms and legs, obviously from the beatings that you received to get him to their house. Unaware to his conscious self, Yunho's breathing got deeper and ragged, his fists clenching and knuckles turning into white. To his anger in his dream, he raised his left hand and punched the lamp, waking you up from your sleep. You raised an eyebrow and turned your head to look at Yunho. His eyebrows furrowed and his hands still clenching, you knew immediately that he was dreaming, turning your body to face him and lay down on his forearm with an arm wrapped around him. Yunho woke up with a weight on his arm and stomach, opening his eyes, he found you sleeping besides him. He slowly steadied his breathing before turning to his side, wrapping his arms around you tightly and resuming his sleep.

Yeosang:

The sight of your lifeless body on the cold ground brought tears in his eyes and his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. He was too late to save you, and he would never ever forgive himself. He will forever live to feel the regret and pain. As he held your lifeless body in his arms, he felt the spout of a gun being pointed in his temple, with a click, a bullet pierced through his head. Yeosang immediately opened his eyes and sat up straight on the bed. His breathing heavy and ragged, eyes scanning his surroundings. He couldn't form any words in his mouth, but his words came to flood his mind. He immediately turned to his side and found you still asleep, facing him. Closing his eyes, a sigh of relief escape his lips. He laid back down in bed, pulling you in his arms, running a hand down on your hair and whispering all the promises he would do for you.

San:

In his dream, he found you unconscious by the shore. All the color in you faded into pale white and unmoving. He didn't cared if his clothes were getting drenched by you, he moved a few strands of your wet hair away from your face, placing an ear near your nose and mouth to check if you were still breathing. When he couldn't make out a sound, a small, choked out sob escaped his lips, his hands gripping on your arm and knee. What would the point of living be now that you're gone? The source of his happiness, the reason why he gets up everyday and the one who makes him feel complete. A small sound escaped his lips and slowly he fluttered his eyelids open. The sudden change in scenario confused him, now he is in his room, dark and cold. It had been a dream, right? He turned to your side, seeking your comfort but noticed how the space beside him is empty. San bit his lower lip, a few tears escaping his eyes. He got up from the bed and looked for you everywhere, but his feet stopped by the kitchen as he saw you sitting on one of the wooden stools drinking a cup of hot tea. His vision gets more blurry but he could feel your arms wrapping around him and a hand rubbing his lower back.

Mingi:

It was a beautiful, sunny day. After the beautiful ceremony, Mingi went away quickly from your side to talk to his men if anything was suspiscious. When he heard that nothing was detected, Mingi took out a bottled red wine and poured himself. Raising his glass to you as you gossiped with your friends inside. And in one quick motion, the church bursted into flames, creating a loud explosion. Everyone scurried away from the burning place except Mingi. He never saw you got out of the place and fear got him that you might be inside. To his assumption, he was correct. A marble white column of the church had fallen on top of you. Mingi, so heartbroken and devastated let out a menacing scream. He stirred in his sleep, realizing that he was gritting his teeth, hands forming into fists and his jaw tightening. When he woke up, his breathing became normal again and he was back in his room with you still sleeping in front of him. Mingi laid down on his back first and tried to erase his dream. He would never let anything fall onto you and promised that he would always be by your side. He turned to his side and admired your sleeping form.

Wooyoung:

Before he was told where you are located, he was given a single instruction that he must do in order to locate you. And that simple instruction is to shoot the large bag in front of him, Wooyoung got carried away and used almost all of his bullets. When he was done, he was told that you were inside a bag. Confused, Wooyoung didn't know which bag was the person talking about. Until it hit him, there was only one bag with him and is placed in front of him. With a shaky hand, Wooyoung walked closer and found blood sipping out of the leathery bag. Tears pricked his eyes as he couldn't bring himself to open the bag and see your bloodied figure. He didn't know what pained him more: him being the cause of your death or him being the reason why you're dead. A part of you lives in Wooyoung, and Wooyoung felt that large part of you die along with you. When he suddenly opened his eyes, he momentarily stopped breathing and was met with a dark room, staring up at the dark ceiling. The soft sounds of waves crashing and the fresh air coming in and out of the room and most especially, your eyes staring up at him. He knew his sudden movement caused you to wake up with him. He shook his head and embraced you tightly in his arms. Not wanting to tell you what he had just dreamed of.

Jongho:

One wrong move, he though to himself, he could lose you. But his growing anxiety to the idea of you being locked up in their base, who knows what could they be doing to you? Jongho took it upon himself and brought everything he needed inside a bag before setting off, alone. But on his arrival, he found the doors wide open. Thinking that it was a trap, Jongho warily entered. Tossing the bag full of grand, he opened each other, hoping that it would lead to you. The last door was sealed shut and Jongho had to use force. Upon opening the door, his eyes widened at the sight of your hanging body. Jongho immediately stood up on the chair and pulled you down, hoping that he still has time. But as he brought you down and checked your pulse, there was no sign of breathing or any other movement. Jongho sighed frustratedly, unaware of the tears brimming down his face as he hugged your still body to his chest. When Jongho suddenly opened his eyes, the bright rays of the sun beamed into the room, turning his head to the other side, he found you still sleeping, the rays of the sun creating a golden halo on top of your head. He frowned to himself and wrapped his arms protectively around you, glad that he was awake from his nightmare.

Hamefura LN11 - Katarina’s post-confession talk with Geordo

Hello! 

This is not a scanlation, but as I was reading Volume 11 of the Hamefura light novel, I felt the need to translate the scenes where Katarina decides to give respectively Geordo and Keith some kind of reply in regards to their previous love confessions.

So first, Geordo’s ! Enjoy!

Context: 

Katarina had a talk with her father the previous day. He advised her to figure out her feelings sooner rather later, else she might realize one day she has already lost the one she loves.

Katarina and Maria had been summoned by the King who wanted to tell them about the succession struggle which occured when the previous king died, and how dark magic had been leaked then

Before meeting the king, Katarina had met a gorgeous blond young man at the shut-in uncle building, who told her she is a horrible person who toys with Geordo’s feelings. Katarina wonders if he might be the shut-in uncle.

After they meet the King, Geordo and Alan met up with Katarina and Maria. 

Geordo and Alan were worried Katarina and Maria might despise them after hearing about what their relatives did. They felt relieved when Katarina and Maria told them they don’t think of them differently

While they escort them to their carriage back, Geordo tells Katarina she has forgotten her bag (which contained the Dark Covenant), so the two of them returns to the parlor to retrieve it.

Katarina’s POV

Katarina: "Thank goodness my bag is here! Thank you for coming with me, Prince Geordo."

I said this after taking back my bag . Prince Geordo smiled, and

Geordo: "No, it's quite alright. I did it on purpose, so please think nothing of it."

he said. Huh? "He did it on purpose?" But what? Looking at my confused face, Geordo made a suggestive smile.

Geordo: "Actually, I realized when we left the room that you were not carrying your bag, but since I wanted to have some alone time with you, I pretended I didn't notice."

I can't believe it! What a schemer! I was taken aback and then Geordo continued. 

Geordo: "*chuckle*. I would also like to thank you once again for the words you said earlier. Since it was you, Katarina, I thought things would probably be alright even after you learn about the royal family's unsightly struggle, but hearing such gracious words really made me happy.

As he said this, his smiling face looked truly happy, which left me dumbfounded. Oh, so that's why! He just wanted to thank me once more! This is what I thought, but

Geordo: "Really, I fell in love with you all over again."

As he said this, he smoothly grabbed my back and stared directly into my eyes.

Katarina: "Eh?!!"

I involuntarily let out a weird yell but Geordo ignored my reaction and with his dazzling prince's smile,

Geordo: "My fiancée is the best! I want to hurry up and marry her!"

This is what he said. I could feel the temperature rising on my face at once. At the same time, what Father told me the other day popped into my head: "Supposing that in the future Prince Geordo really ends up being the one you love, if you keep delaying your marriage then he might break off the engagement in the meanwhile and marry another person. This is even more true since Prince Geordo has to uphold his position as a royal.", "You may lose the one you love while you are still figuring out your own feelings, so you should give it some serious thought so that it won't happen." I couldn't figure out my feelings... But I...

Katarina: "Umm, Prince Geordo, I..."

As I got flustered, I opened my mouth to say something and...

Geordo: "Are you scared?"

he said.

Katarina: "Huh?"

As I stared back at him in shock, his face didn't show his princely smile from earlier anymore, but an expression which looked somewhat painful.

Geordo: "Are you really scared when I approach you like this? I didn't notice it at first but since you shrivel more and more as I approach you, I started to think that maybe you are terrified of me. Am I wrong?"

I was lost for words as the "terrified" word stuck deeply into my heart. From my reaction,

Geordo: "Based on your reaction, I guess I was right. So you have been scared of me approaching you. I am sorry for not realizing it until now.

As he said this, he looked like he was about to cry. Looking at Geordo, this time it was the words of the young man I met earlier that crossed my mind.

Young man / Uncle Stuart?: "Even though he is begging for your love, you always ignore it, hurting him without even knowing it. You are the worst."

He is right. This can't go on like this. I readied myself and said:

Katarina: "Umm, no that's not it. Well, no, you are kinda not completely wrong... The thing is... I am not scared of you approaching me, I..."

For the first time, I expressed in words the feeling that I had buried deep inside my heart all this time.

Katarina: "I am scared of falling in love."

Geordo opened his eyes wide out of shock. Well, that's a given. Of course he would be shocked hearing such a puzzling answer. But this is the truth which has been inside me. At 8 years old, I regained the memories of my past life and soon after, I realized that I was inside an otome game and that I was the villainess in it. And also that my future was filled with doom flags. Katarina's doom was caused by her love for the prince. Seeing the prince she loved falling for another woman (the protagonist), she became jealous, engaged in cruel harassment and doomed herself. After realizing this, this is what I thought. Katarina's love led her to her doom. That's why Katarina must never fall in love. If she falls in love, she may become mad. And then this would be the end. Even while I was completely unaware of it, this feeling had always been deep inside my heart, and because I could not allow myself to be affected by love, I kept away from it. I, no, Katarina Claes can support the love of others, but she will never fall in love herself. She must not. This is how I had been doing, and then Geordo suddenly confessed to me. The prince I had been yearning for before I regained my memories confessed to me. But this feeling, "Katarina must not fall in love. She will be doomed if she falls in love.", had always been deep inside my heart and so I completely dismissed Geordo's feelings. That is why I unconsciously chased away from the corner of my mind the feelings that he had finally confessed to me. And then before I knew it, I forgot about it. I was scared of it. Falling in love, that is. And because of this, I made Geordo sad. It is just like that young man said. I am truly the worst. I must precisely tell him my feelings. I will not run away anymore. This was the first time I saw Geordo with a hurt expression like this, like he is about to cry. Looking at him I hardened my resolve. I picked the words to face the person who went to great trouble to confess his feelings to me.

Katarina: "I have always thought I might be doomed if I fall in love."

Geordo made a puzzled face, but still kept quiet and listened.

Katarina: "This is still true even now. I am scared of falling in love. That's why I couldn't face your feelings and ended up chasing them from the corner of my mind. I am really sorry."

Since I couldn't tell him about the otome game, the content of my explanation was filled with vague terms and I even thought "What is that supposed to mean?!". Even so,

 Geordo: "Thank you for telling me, Katarina. I feel relieved knowing you are not scared of me."

 he said, smiling at me gently, so I felt relieved.

 Geordo: "But the fact that you are scared of love is quite troublesome."

 He was right. "Katarina's love is a scary thing which is connected to her doom". While holding this feeling all this time, I didn't want to recognize this weak part of me and pretended I didn't see it. I did this unconsciously. That's why, even after Father asked me to seriously think about it, my fear took precedence and I delayed the task. But thanks to Geordo I have now fully realized it, so I want to change.

Katarina: "Until now, I had locked my fear in my heart and pretended I didn't see it. But I won't do this anymore. I will properly face my feelings... And then I'll do all I can so that I can face your feelings too, Prince Geordo.

As I said this, Geordo was beaming with happiness. As for me, whom he was looking at, I was now feeling embarrassed. I ended up feeling bashful and then I realized something. I declared I would properly face my own feelings, which is great and all, but then I remembered that right now, I had my doom in sight. The doom I am met with in the FL2 game. If I get doomed, I won't be able to face my feelings. Or more precisely, if things don't go well, I will just disappear from this world. Even at my best, I am the kind of person who can do only one thing at a time. Right now, I won't be able to face my fear of love upfront. 

Katarina: "Umm, Prince Geordo, even though I just said I would face my feelings, I am actually facing some serious trouble right now, and it is only after I overcome them that I will be able to seriously get down to it, so..."

Suddenly taking back my words after making him this happy made me feel terrible, but after I said this, Geordo smiled.

Geordo: "Oh, that's right, you seemed somewhat uneasy since you joined the Ministry of Magic. I don't mind. I have waited all this time already, so a little more won't make a difference. So please rely on me whenever you are in trouble, okay?" 

 Hearing him say this, I felt relieved and thanked him. He had noticed the anxiety I felt since I joined the Ministry, along with my inner feelings. I was shocked. He was a bit off regarding my deeply hidden fear of love that, myself, wasn't aware of, but he still guessed right. It seems like, more than I thought, Geordo has always been watching me. He has always been by my side since I met him at 8 years old. One way or another, he has always helped me whenever I was in trouble. Even if I am now aware that I have been connecting love to my doom, I am still scared of love and I still don't understand it really well. But looking back, Geordo definitely is someone very precious to me. That's why, even if it is embarrassing, I want to tell him my honest feelings. I mustered all the courage I could and then said:

Katarina: "Umm... I am scared of love and I still don't understand this feeling very well, but your confession made me happy. I was really happy that someone as wonderful as you would tell me he loved me."

Handsome, brilliant, kind, reliable. There is no way I would not be happy if such a dreamy man confessed to me. That's right. At that time, when Prince Geordo confessed his feelings to me, I was actually happy. But my fear of anything related to love was stronger, so I immediately locked this feeling deep inside my heart. After I somehow managed to tell him this after all this time, I got so flustered that I dashed out of the parlor, leaving Geordo behind just like that. I want to do something about both my fear of love and this strange bashfulness that I feel because of my lack of immunity to love. My face is burning hot. It must be bright red right now. I ran full speed because I felt so embarrassed, and when I joined up with Maria and Alan, they thought my face was red because I ran. I was glad they did. "Where did Geordo go?" Alan asked me with a quizzical look, "It seems like some business came up", I lied. Right now, I was so embarrassed I couldn't see their faces really well. Finally, Maria and I left the castle and returned to the Ministry of Magic. The feelings that were deep inside my heart that I realized after Geordo pointed them out. I remembered that there was one more person whom I had to convey these feelings to. But I wonder if I'll be able to do it properly. With all the embarrassment I got today, I got a fever so high I could be bedridden.

Geordo POV

I, Geordo Stuart, was summoned by my father the King, Owen Stuart. He informed me that he would tell my fiancée, Katarina Claes, and the Wielder of Light, Maria Campbell, about the royals' unsightly succession struggle which took place in this castle before I was old enough to understand, how dark magic was used and leaked then, and how he would apologize to them as a royal from that time. It wasn't long ago since I heard, got shocked and felt ashamed as a royal about the details of how dark magic was leaked. Hearing this, I also felt terrible in regards to Katarina. I have admiration for my father as a king, I respect his attitude showing resolute fairness, and as a prince, I thought that what he is doing this time too is wonderful. But as simply "Geordo Stuart", my feelings over this were complicated. This is because, upon learning about the errors and the shame of the royals who are also my relatives, I thought Katarina would maybe hold me in contempt or give me a look full of mixed feelings. I had talked a little before to Katarina about the previous king and how there had been deaths occurring during the struggle. At that time too, I was afraid she would hold me in contempt, but with her straightforward eyes, Katarina told me: "You and the previous king are different people. Even knowing about the previous king doesn't change how you are in my eyes". I was so happy then. So things should probably be fine this time too. This is what I hoped. But would she really say the same thing even after hearing about these unsightly killings among relatives? If it were me, I am not sure I would be able to look at the relatives of the people who caused this struggle without holding it against them. As I thought this, my face naturally turned stiff. The time felt horribly long while the King was talking to them. And then, finally, I heard the King leaving. Right after, I and my younger brother Alan who, like me, had been waiting in the room, headed towards the room where Katarina and Maria were. I felt tense just knocking on the door. It was the first time that I felt like this. After hearing familiar voices from the inside of the room, I opened the door. When I entered the room, Katarina and Maria had their faces close, talking about something. They didn't seem to have realized right away that it was us when we entered, so when they saw our faces,

Katarina: "Prince Geordo! Prince Alan!"

Katarina shouted with a surprised face. I told the two of them with my usual smile the words that I had prepared. And then I did what I had to as a royal: I apologized to them for dark magic being leaked as a result of the unsightly struggle of my relatives. I couldn't allow this to end with only the King apologizing. My younger twin Alan also felt the same way. As both Alan and I lowered our heads, a dignified voice replied to us.

Katarina: "I accept your apology."

All while thinking it was extremely improper in such a situation to feel charmed by Katarina's resolute look, Alan and I both expressed our gratitude. And then, as "Geordo Stuart", I asked her a question I personally needed her to answer. 

Geordo: "And so, what do you think of us?"

Alan added to my words.

Alan: "You heard the story, right? That was some horrible stuff. Do you despise us now?"

Silence fell for a moment in the room. I couldn't see Katarina's face.

Katarina: "I already said this before when you told me about your grandfather, but the two of you and the royals who took part in this struggle are different people to begin with. My opinion of the two of you cannot possibly change after hearing this story. Besides, I know each of your personalities very well." 

Her answer was the same as back then. In her eyes that were looking straight at us, I couldn't see any falsehood, nor the contempt I was so worried about. Ah, Katarina really was the woman I imagined.

Maria: "I share the same opinion as Lady Katarina. Hearing this story didn't change my opinion of the two of you."

Maria, who was next to Katarina, also said this, which made me feel relieved once again. We thanked the two of them and told them their carriage back was ready. I escorted Katarina back for the first time in a while, and during that time I noticed she had forgotten the bag she was carrying. At first, I thought of telling her and picking it up myself, but then I reconsidered after this came to mind. If things went well, I could have a chance to be alone with Katarina. And then, things did go well, and my plan to be alone with Katarina succeeded. 

Katarina: "Thank goodness my bag is here! Thank you for coming with me, Prince Geordo."

Katarina picked up her bag, and as she innocently looked back at me, I smiled and

Geordo: "No, it's quite alright. I did it on purpose, so please think nothing of it."

As I said this, she looked extremely shocked. Katarina is so pure, she could have never expected this.

Geordo: "Actually, I realized when we left the room that you were not carrying your bag, but since I wanted to have some alone time with you, I pretended I didn't notice."

As I said this, smiling, Katarina froze up with her mouth agape. This face too was cute.

Geordo: "*chuckle*. I would also like to thank you once again for the words you said earlier. Since it was you, Katarina, I thought things would probably be alright even after you learn about the royal family's unsightly struggle, but hearing such gracious words really made me happy.

After I said this, Katarina's mouth was now closed and she seemed lost in thoughts. She was probably thinking I wanted to be alone with her only because I wanted to apologize. It would be troublesome if she thought that, so I continued with this.

Geordo: "Really, I fell in love with you all over again."

As I said this, I grabbed her back and stared directly into her aqua blue eyes.

Geordo: "My fiancée is the best! I want to hurry up and marry her!"

In front of me, Katarina was now bright red. It seems like I could properly convey my intentions, so I felt relieved. However,

Katarina: "Umm, Prince Geordo, I..."

I sensed "that sign" from the now flustered Katarina, which made me sad. And then I finally asked her about the thing that I had been worried about.

Geordo: "Are you scared?"

As I asked this, Katarina yelled "Huh?!" with a shocked face. 

Geordo: "Are you really scared when I approach you like this? I didn't notice it at first, but since you shrivel more and more as I approach you, I started to think that maybe you are terrified of me. Am I wrong?"

Since I confessed my feelings to her, Katarina would often stiffen up whenever I approached her. I was happy at first since I thought it meant she was now conscious of me, but lately I have the feeling that this stiffening withering condition is a manifestation of her fear. I couldn't accept a reality where the person I love the most in the world would be scared of me, so I always pretended I didn't notice it. And today I realized this was wrong. Even after hearing about this horrible story about my relatives, Katarina didn't look at me differently and wholeheartedly accepted it, like it was natural. So I want to properly accept her feelings too. Even if doing so would be oh, so painful to me. So I finally confronted her about what I have been averting my eyes from. I'll ask her myself and get hurt. And then, looking at Katarina who was lost for words, I knew my guess wasn't off, and I felt like my heart was torn to pieces. While I thought I might shamefully end up in tears, 

Geordo: "Based on your reaction, I guess I was right. So you have been scared of me approaching you. I am sorry for not realizing it until now.

As I said this, Katarina looked like she realized something and then said this.

Katarina: "Umm, no that's not it. Well, no, you are not completely wrong... The thing is... I am not scared of you approaching me, I..."

Katarina thought a little and...

Katarina: "I am scared of falling in love."

This is what she said. I was extremely shocked by this completely unexpected answer. She is afraid of falling in love? To begin with, I have never seen Katarina being scared. She has always been cheerful and bright, and acted like there wasn't anything she was afraid of. Besides, she reads romance novels and has been enjoying them. As a result, given she is dense whenever it comes to love, I just thought she was a late bloomer like her adopted younger brother. But it seems like it wasn't all there was to it. Katarina continued with a resolute face.

Katarina: "I have always thought I might be doomed if I fall in love."

"She will be doomed if she falls in love"? What kind of thinking process could result in such a conclusion? This is just so strange. However, since Katarina is making such a serious face, I kept silent and waited for the rest of the explanation. 

Katarina: "This is still true even now. I am scared of falling in love. That's why I couldn't face your feelings and ended up chasing them from the corner of my mind. I am really sorry."

As she said this, Katarina lowered her head. Honestly, I couldn't help wondering how she could reach such a conclusion, and there were also many points which bothered me, but even so, I felt deeply relieved.

 Geordo: "Thank you for telling me, Katarina. I feel relieved knowing you are not scared of me."

I felt something akin to despair when I thought she might be scared of me, but just knowing this was not the case greatly saved me. Still,

 Geordo: "But the fact that you are scared of love is quite troublesome."

 I am glad Katarina is not terrified of me, but I can't bring myself to approach her if she is scared of love like this. Katarina is really precious to me, so I don't want to scare her needlessly. As I tried to think of ways around this, Katarina said

Katarina: "Until now, I had locked my fear in my heart and pretended I didn't see it. But I won't do this anymore. I will properly face my feelings... And then I'll do all I can so that I can face your feelings too, Prince Geordo.

These were truly joyful words. A wide smile naturally formed on my face. My unrequited love started at childhood and lasted for so long, even though the one I love is my fiancée. I kept trying to convey my feelings, but they didn't reach her, and when I finally thought they did, she would just forget them. These had been such long days. She has finally said she would face my feelings and consider them. I have never been this happy in my life. I felt like I had finally been rewarded a little for keeping with this unrequited love. As I thought this, feeling deeply moved,  Katarina shyly said this:

Katarina: "Umm, Prince Geordo, even though I just said I would face my feelings, I am actually facing some serious trouble right now, and it is only after I overcome them that I will be able to seriously get down to it, so..."

Hearing these words, I remembered how Katarina seemed different after joining the Ministry of Magic. She seemed uneasy about something. I observed the same thing when we entered the Magic Academy. I noticed a long time ago that Katarina had some kind of secret she wouldn't talk to us about. Since she wouldn't talk about it, I pretended I didn't notice and just made sure she could feel at ease and that I could always help her if something happened. This time, I was glad that she talked about it for the first time. 

Geordo: "Oh, that's right, you seemed somewhat uneasy since you joined the Ministry of Magic. I don't mind. I have waited all this time already, so a little more won't make a difference. So please rely on me whenever you are in trouble, okay?" 

As I said this, smiling, Katarina looked relieved and thanked me. I have waited all this time already. A little more really won't make a difference. I was really happy I could hear about Katarina's real thoughts. As I felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in my chest, Katarina made a somewhat grim face. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but Katarina was faster.

Katarina: "Umm... I am scared of love and I still don't understand this feeling very well, but your confession made me happy. I was really happy that someone as wonderful as you would tell me he loved me."

Katarina said this, her face bright red, and then she ran and left the parlor, her face still red. I was left all alone... I remained here, unable to move. Katarina's words kept repeating in my head over and over again. My confession of love and my approaches made her stiffen up. There were days when I thought that this late blooming girl didn't really enjoy my approaches and that she may even find them bothersome. I realized that for her, my confession was "exciting, but not really something she was happy about". But then she said: "I was really happy that someone as wonderful as you would tell me he loved me.". As I muttered to myself that I needed to confirm that the words from earlier were not a figment of my imagination, my body suddenly became hot. Right now, my face must probably be so red there could be steam coming out of it. I have always loved her. This special girl who changed my gray world. This fact never changed even while growing up, and being with her, I steadily felt so many emotions I didn't know before. Today, I realized for the first time that being overcome with extreme happiness would render me unable to move.

The Maid Café || Saiki K x Reader

summary: nendou and kaidou keep pestering saiki to visit their favourite maid café but he shuts them down every time. however, after a bit of prying they manage to convince him to give the place a try and while they are there, you just so happen to be on shift. 

tw// cussing, maid café, (she/her) reader

key:

“non italicised text” = somebody besides Saiki speaking

“italicised text” = Saiki telepathically communicating

‘italised text’ = Saiki’s thought

‘Of course Nendou and Kaidou would be into maid cafés of all things — not cat cafés, not internet cafés — it just had to be maid cafés.’  

Saiki’s internal monologue began as Kaidou continued gushing on about the cute lady he met at the café a few days ago as an argument to why Saiki should join them next time they go. Not to say Saiki wasn’t listening as he felt extremely sorry for whatever lady had to tolerate Kaidou’s advances and his prayer went out to her but besides that, he really couldn’t care less about the maids or the café. 

Until, his attention was involuntarily aroused at the vocalisation of his name from Nendou, “Saiki’s definitely in for Friday, I’m pretty sure I sold him when I told him that the sandwiches there are almost as good as the ramen we usually get.”

‘No, you didn’t. I won’t be coming to join you on Friday. I’d much rather stay--’ 

Somehow Kaidou managed to cut off Saiki’s internal monologue with his annoying voice, “Don’t be silly, Nendou. You’re not going to win Saiki over with such a ridiculous comparison, one that he clearly doesn’t care about.” 

‘Am I delusional? Is this a hallucination? Or did Kaidou just say something logical and based in reality?’

Kaidou’s aura immediately changed to dark and sinister as a mischievous smirk crossed his face, the background squawks of the crows suddenly became much louder for some unknown reason. “Instead, you must locate your opponent's weak point before you can recognise the crucially important moment to exploit it. The process takes patience but it is one I have learned from my many years rebelling against Dark Reunion. Now, young Nendou, watch and learn.” He finished with a dramatic flip of his school jacket which was slung over his shoulders as a cape.

‘What was all that about?’

Saiki wondered before Kaidou turned to him, much less brooding than he was a few seconds ago, and said casually, “Your loss if you don’t come, Saiki — you’ll be the one missing out on some of the best desserts in our whole town — not to mention the coffee jelly.”

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‘How do I always end up losing to these people? I am a psychic for god’s sake!’

Saiki mentally cursed himself out as he stood shamefully in front of the maid café, wearing a carefully curated outfit — including his germanium ring  — created especially to hide his identity from anyone from his school that might pass by the café and spot him in there through the window or something. Honestly, he wouldn’t be caught dead in a maid café, or so he thought.

However, all the reviews he read along with both Nendou and Kaidou’s thoughts helped him conclude that this place’s coffee jelly and general dessert selection is nothing to sneeze at. In fact, his favourite Tumblr blog - DeadlyDesserts11037 - visited the place and gave it a 5 star review, recommending everybody who happens to pass by the town to definitely check the place out. After that, he was sold.

Saiki looked over at his friends and couldn’t help but facepalm in response to their bright red, thrilled expressions. “Good grief, please don’t tell me you are both that excited over ladies in maid outfits.” As you might’ve guessed, Saiki didn’t really understand the concept of a ‘maid café’, so he simply assumed the male obsession with maids had something to do with the objectification of women hence he obviously did not want to take part.

“Saiki, you’re seriously just built different if this doesn’t touch your soul.” They both brushed the pink-haired boy’s comment off, completely mesmerised by the sight of a particularly pretty maid-lady walking by the window — probably on her way to serve a table — carrying a notepad in one hand and a plate with a scrumptious-looking coffee jelly on top. 

Saiki followed their gaze, his breath hitching at the sight. He was speechless; no sarcastic comment, no running commentary, nothing. Just..woah! If he had known that the girls that work at this place were so gorgeous and the food looked so delicious, he would’ve came a long time ago.

He wasn’t even sure which one he wanted more; the girl or the jelly. In a way, one wasn’t complete without the other because the coffee jelly which she held high next to her head brought out her (E/C) eyes while her shapely figure highlighted the defined curves of the jelly. Drool was quick to start forming at the corners of his lips but he was even quicker to wipe it away; he was starving.

“We’re going in.”

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To Saiki’s dismay, it was not the stunning (H/C)-haired girl who he had caught a glimpse of through the glass that ushered them to their table. Rather, it was a slightly less gorgeous maid-lady who had long, bright purple hair which was clearly a wig. 

Fortunately for him, after she left Kadiou, Nendou and himself to take their seats, she rushed off saying that someone will come take their orders whenever they are ready.

Even with his psychic abilities, there wasn’t much he could think of to alter fate so the pretty coffee-jelly lady would end up serving their table, and besides that, he was way too caught up in gawking at all the mouth-watering desserts they had pictured on the menu. 

Simply glancing over the menu brought a stupid grin to his face, he wanted to try every delectable treat presented in front of him. However, he knew he must exhibit restraint, which was fairly simple as he knew deep down there was only one thing on the menu that he was truly after. You guessed it  — coffee jelly.

Usually, he couldn’t care less about what his friends comrades were going to order but in this case, he was tempted to try convince both Kaidou and Nendou to order something he liked so he could take a bite of whatever they were having, “What are you two going to order?”

Yet again though, he was ignored as Nendou and Kaidou were both too busy checking out other types of snacks to care about the ones on the menu. 

Then, a movement out of the corner of his eyes caught his attention so his head jolted from the menu to his new target, the beautiful girl he had saw through the window earlier. Previously, she was holding a coffee jelly but now she was basically empty handed, until she approached the table and pulled out a notepad and pen, “May I take your orders?” She asked in the most calming, melodious voice Saiki had ever heard, the sounds that left her mouth were nothing short of angelic. Which made sense since her serving their table must’ve been god’s gift to Saiki for all his hard work.

Chills, Saiki got literal chills before he mused, “A coffee jelly, and two brownies for the pair of clowns.” His blood ran cold; curse his smooth sarcastic comments! Most of the time, he was able to filter himself but due to the nerves that arose while talking to you, he probably shouldn’t be surprised that he had a little slip of the tongue. But now, you probably think he is a bitch that insults people on the regular; which he is, but not usually aloud! Plus, he couldn’t even tell what you were thinking due to his germanium ring and your distant expression, awful combo!

While he was in the middle of feeling bad for himself and considering teleporting away home, a miracle happened, you burst out laughing. And somehow, your laughter was even more silvery than your voice. 

Saiki had zoned-out from pure shock for a moment before coming back to reality, noticing that you had started jotting down something in your notepad, a sweet smile still lingering on your face despite the fact you had stopped laughing. “Alright, so one coffee jelly and two brownies. Anything else?” You asked, glancing back and forth between the three equally unique and strange men sitting at the table. 

“That’ll be all, thank you.” Saiki telepathically communicated as he usually did, considering actually using his mouth to speak for a change so he didn’t seem weird but in all honesty, he couldn’t be bothered. In any other situation, he would’ve gotten a drink of water or perhaps hot cocoa but right now he was way too afraid of making another error in his speech to request something else. 

Silently, he extended his arm to hand you the menu he was given when he entered the café, along with the ones Kaidou and Nendou were given too. His actions single-handedly shooting down your plan of leaning across the table to ‘take the menus’ but in reality it is just a subtle way of showing-off how nice your torso looked in this maid outfit, a trick you learned from your supervisor. 

You nodded, closing over your notepad and making your way over to the kitchen, being sure to swing your hips just a little bit extra to impress the pink-haired megane at the table you just took an order from. You mentally cursed your stupid brain though for always crushing on guys/gals who don’t seem the least bit interested in you. In this case, the guy’s attention was divided between his star-struck friends and the desserts on the menu, rather than you which was an unusual sight in a maid café considering that most people would only come to ogle at the waitresses. 

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“So, Saiki.” Kaidou finally landed back into reality after a large chunk of the waitresses roaming around were now in the kitchen which he didn’t have viewing access to, “What did you order us?”

‘So, he was fully aware that the waitress came to take his order, he just chose to ignore her and left me to order his food. What a child, it must be a side-effect of his eighth grade syndrome.’

Saiki couldn’t help but sigh, “I ordered you both brownies.”

Kaidou stuck out his bottom lip to form a pout as he crossed his arm over his chest like a toddler, “I hate brownies.” He muttered to himself, realising that if he wanted something done right, he’d have to do it himself.

An amused smirk tugged at Saiki’s lips but he resisted the urge to laugh, ‘I know.’ He thought, his masterplan to eat more food without looking greedy falling into place. “Oh well, more for me then.”

Suddenly, Nendou spun his head around to abruptly join the conversation, “Hey guys, did you see the hottie that was serving our table?” He inquired with starry eyes, as if he was a kid in a candy store.

Saiki nodded, ‘Obviously I did, you moron. I was the one who ordered the food for goodness’ sake!’

Kaidou shook his head, his eyes lighting up as he leaned in close to Nendou, “Nope! I was busy looking at the other girls, but tell us!” 

Nendou chuckled at Kaidou’s enthusiastic reaction before glancing to the side, outstretching his arm and pointing at the waitress that was now approaching the table with the food in her hands. “There she is!”

‘Don’t point at her, you idiot!’ Saiki mentally insulted his friend but instinctively followed the guidance of the tip of his finger until his eyes landed on your shapely figure — accentuated by the nature of the maid outfit  — slowly heading toward his table, holding the coffee jelly and the plate of brownies in the same graceful way you did when he saw you through the window. 

The gleam of your gorgeous hair, the movement of your luscious lashes, the gentle bounce of your upper body, how your perfectly manicured nails clutched the base of the jelly glass; everything about what he was seeing made him believe that if/when he were to die, this would be his ideal first sight as he passed through the gates of heaven. 

Before he knew it, you had reached the table and placed his jelly down on the table, gently nudging it towards him, “One coffee jelly for the cute boy with antennas.” You mused, making Saiki’s heart flutter in a way he was unfamiliar with. Then, you placed the brownies in front of Kaidou and Nednou who sat opposite from Saiki, “And two brownies for the clowns.” 

If it wasn’t for the fact the pair of clowns were too busy leching over you in your maid outfit, they’d probably be curious as to your choice of words but luckily for both you and Saiki, they were way to entranced by your visible bra strap to care about the little nickname.

Saiki felt a light blush creep onto his face, which only got worse as you discretely sent him a playful wink before turning on your heels to stroll back to the kitchen, “If you need anything else, just give me a wave.” 

All of them hummed agreement in unison until the waitress was out of sight, giving Saiki a moment to process the events that had just went down. Not only did you refer to him as ‘the cute boy with antennas’ but you also winked at him, if that wasn’t a clear sign you were interested, what was? However, Saiki still had his doubts since this was a maid café after all, perhaps you were just trained to do that with all your customers.

Luckily, the had the foresight to slip off his germanium ring to read your mind and that helped him come to the conclusion that you were either interested in him or you were just very competitive as the whole time you were serving the table your thoughts were along the lines of;

‘I’ll adjust my skirt- Ha! You looked! Try resist falling for me now, you hot lil’ megane! Your heart is mine and I know it! See, I’ll fidget with my corset too-- just make a move already, pinkie!’

Although he didn’t appreciate being called ‘pinkie’, he had no right to judge what was going on in your brain. All he could do is be thankful that you didn’t say that aloud.

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You sighed as you noticed the pink-haired boy and his little posy exit the establishment without so much as a goodbye, or even a wave! 

It was disappointing as you had already mentally planned your future with this guy and he had the audacity to do the real life equivalent of leaving you on read. But oh well, it would be approximately a week until you developed a crush on a random customer that lasts for around 30 minutes and for the time being, you can focus on doing your job.

You glumly shuffled over to their table to gather their plates to be washed, then a piece of colourful paper attached to the empty jelly glass caught your eye. As you held up the glass to inspect it further, you realised that it was a sticky note with a message written on it in black ink and neat, cursive handwriting. It read:

‘Dearest waitress,

Thank you for the excellent service, we (myself) tipped accordingly.’

You hadn’t finished reading yet but you were curious as to what he meant by that, and apparently you service must’ve been exceptional as the writer had left a whole ¥2000 tip. That’s a huge addition to the demonia fund.  

Followed by this charming little message was an extra tip for you; the writer’s phone number! Meaning that this little sticky note was something you had to protect with your life..so you shoved it in your bra for safe-keeping. 

But not before taking a moment to giggle with delight at who the note was signed by, 

‘Sincerely, the hot lil’ megane (aka Kusuo Saiki)’