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chibitantei · 6 months

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And it just don't stop. I'm serious, this is absurdly long.

Rank 9, or this might be one of the few times Naoto says so much about herself.

This is the rank where you learn the mysterious man is Yakushiji and that the whole thing was a plot orchestrated by Naoto's grandfather.

This section's more about Yakushiji than Naoto, but being a Naoto enjoyer means you think too much about things that don't matter. Now that we know he's the mysterious man, there's a bit we learn about him.

As I've mentioned more than once, he calls her "Naoto-sama". This could just be a way to distinguish her from her grandfather, who is probably called "Shirogane-sama", but that only really applies when the two of them are in the same room. Naoto doesn't strike me as someone who lets anyone use her given name, so the fact that he refers to her as such while they're in a moderately public location must mean she's comfortable with him doing so. If we look at what a translation of Naoto's section in the Persona 4 Club book says:

He has served three generations; my grandfather, my father and I, so he's practically a family member now. When my father, who was supposed to become the fifth generation head of the family, died with my mother in an accident, it was Yakushiji-san who was there with me. Since then, he has been worrying over me, so I'm really grateful to him. ...However, lately he has been worrying too much. Yakushiji-san is a lot younger than my grandfather, so if it's possible, I would like him to continue looking after me.

(No scans of this section were shown, so I don't know if the book actually calls her father the fifth gen or not, but it doesn't change the paragraph.)

This paragraph is from Naoto's perspective, showing that she sees him as family, and in turn, Yakushiji cares about her a great deal. Even without it, you can see hints of this relationship from the fact that he's in Inaba. Naoto's grandfather may be the mastermind behind it, but Yakushiji is playing the part of the phantom thief.

You can argue he only went along with it because Naoto's grandfather is his boss, but it wouldn't explain why he kinda vaguely traumadumps in Naoto's stead. It shows he's noticed the same things her grandfather did, and of course he would, if he's been with the Shiroganes for this long. If he weren't here, I'd imagine Naoto would continue to gloss over it because it's totally not that important.

But this is Naoto's silly case, so he bows out of the picture, but not before leaving her with the final challenge.

I did what you can't stand to at a place you'd be fond of. But underneath, rather than inside.

If you paid attention during Naoto's Social Link, the answers are quite obvious. Choose the correct options, ("Somewhere high." and "Throwing things away?"), and she's a little surprised, but definitely happy that you listened. There's no change in dialogue if you romance her or not, but as I'm biased, it's sweeter if you did.

That being said, if you pick the other options, you can learn a little bit about her. She doesn't especially like bright places, she's not good at exercising and she's... never tried cooking...? Yeah, someone needs to give her real food instead of instant noodles and convenience store meals. God.

Naoto being cheerful and a little embarrassed that you remember is a little sad when you remember how she had no friends growing up. How many times do you think Naoto's talked to people, only for them to clearly not care, pick on her or simply get things wrong about her? She must have tried to make friends, then gave up when nobody cared and treated her like an outsider. With Yu, this is the first time someone has paid attention to what she's said.

And I don't mean when she's in detective mode. Whether the police want to or not, they have to listen to what she says about the case. Sure, they can disregard the information and ignore her (see her dismissal from the Inaba case), but it's about work, not about herself. It hurts to be dismissed and ignored, but Naoto's not putting herself out there when she's working.

Seeing someone, besides family, care about Naoto and not just Detective Shirogane is a first, and it's no surprise she feels this way.

After answering, Naoto takes Yu to the hill. Taped to the bottom of the trash can is another one of Naoto's seven detective tools, which happens to be a pocketbook.

I said in the rank 7 post how there was an awkward distance between Naoto and her grandfather, and now would be the time to explain why.

As you can see, he told Naoto this lesson in a very roundabout way, which makes you wonder why he didn't talk to her directly. When you look at this and how Naoto decided to get kidnapped instead of talking to the team, saying things in a roundabout manner might be a Shirogane family trait.

It feels like a weird move on his part, but if there's anything to know about Naoto, it's that she's obscenely stubborn, and that fact is why her grandfather wasn't direct with her. In the early ranks, we see how dismissive she was, chalking it up to a prank and something not worth her time. If not for Yu, she wouldn't have given this a second thought.

If he told her directly that she lost sight of herself, she wouldn't have listened or ignored his concerns. It's possible he had told her directly about what he noticed, not just with losing herself, but other things, like that negative IQ level plan to disguise herself as a guy.

From this section, the most obvious part is the explanation for her workaholic nature.

Besides the fact that she does want to bring the truth to light, she expected herself to deliver results that were perfect, and the best (and only) example of this we have is the Inaba case. When the police gave her the boot, she was obviously distressed. Not only was it clear to her that there was more to be done, but they pushed that off in favor of bring the case to a close, and more importantly, leaving it imperfectly closed.

Naoto is used to being dismissed, but this case was probably a first for her in different ways.

The most obvious is that her involvement didn't end perfectly. There's still a thread, but the police would rather close it than explore it fully. Naoto fought hard to keep it open, but as we can see, it didn't work out and she got booted. When you have to gather clues to find her, one of the officers recalls that she'd spend hours looking through files. She did practically everything she could to find a way to convince them, even after it was officially concluded, and her last resort was to make herself bait for the culprit, a move I doubt she would have pulled if the police listened.

This is probably the first case that has taken her so long. It doesn't feel like it, especially if she came in around May and the case is closed around August. But we have to remember her interview on TV, where the anchor states that she's solved 24 cases already. We have no idea what these cases are or what the mysterious "16 of them" are specified to be, but that's obviously a lot when we look at her age. If she's 16 (barely when you first see her), we can assume naturally assume she doesn't have a decade's worth experience under her belt. She must have gone through these pretty quick in order to rack up so many. The fact that she's struggled on this, at least to her, reads as she's doing something wrong.

And this is the first magical mystery murder case she's taken so yeah, that's a first.

This was a long winded way of me saying Naoto believed she had to be perfect in order for everyone to accept and need her. I already mentioned the family honor thing in Rank 4, so I'll try to avoid repeating myself here, but Naoto expected nothing but perfect results, out of fear that it would reflect poorly on her family, as well as just being a perfectionist. From a young age, I'm sure she was keenly aware that every move she'd make, her posturing, etc. would be under scrutiny by clients, people she worked with, and her grandfather's contacts. This burden would be alleviated if her parents were around and help her ease into the role of next family head over the course of multiple years, but they're dead. When people have and put so many expectations on her (have I mentioned she's probably grieving over her parents being dead), there is an insane pressure for her to live up to it and other descriptions like 'genius', 'prodigy', 'next family head', etc.

From what I've said, you can probably guess that Naoto didn't view herself as an adequate inheritor to her family's name. She took so many cases because she felt like what she did wasn't enough. Just one more and maybe, they'd accept her. And then another. And another.

To make the process of finally living up to those expectations easier, she discarded the 'unnecessary' parts. Childish whimsy and wonder is so overrated, what's more important is solving as many as she can in order to be seen as this genius detective and to make her family proud.

Her grandfather obviously didn't see her as a disappointment or as someone so inadequate. He probably tried to tell her, but Naoto is stubborn. On her end, Naoto didn't want to burden her grandfather with her trivial problems because they'd be resolved eventually or it was okay to ignore. Unfortunately for her, people aren't perfect and they never will be. She could try to hide her worries all she wanted but her grandfather could tell something was wrong. She never would admit that in front of him, though.

As silly as it is, the indirect method of reminding Naoto about why she wanted to become a detective opens her eyes. We don't know what's inside the pocketbook besides the things she'd forgotten, but this childish little case, seeing her childish tools, it brings her back to the days where she didn't care about living up to expectations or being perfect. She was just herself.

I mentioned in the Rank 5 post that Naoto being so ready to brush this case off was sad, and this is why. This case helps Naoto find the reason she was so passionate about becoming a detective in the first place. Over the years, this passion twisted into something else, perhaps a chore, some kind of obligation she needed to do to live up to the family name. It wasn't completely gone, but Naoto didn't realize what happened until this case.

Along with remembering why she wanted to be a detective, she finds people who will accept her for who she is. Not only that, but they also want her to stick around. All the times where the IT wanted to hang out with Naoto should be proof enough of this. Yeah, she's stubborn and a jerk and a little insensitive and drops a whole list of her flaws, but they consider her an invaluable member of the team, but more importantly, a friend.

Here, she finally admits what she's known all along, but didn't want to think deeply about. That she was only running from herself.

This case is also a message from her grandfather that she's more than capable of being the detective she always wanted to be, and more than enough to be the next family head. If he wanted to, he could have found another guy, have Naoto marry him and this new guy would be the next Shirogane head, but he obviously didn't think about that once.

So Naoto finally realizes that it's okay if she doesn't know who she is yet, or if she isn't perfect. There's value in being herself, and that's all that matters.

In her friendship route she tacks on two lines at the end.

Yeah, the estate isn't in Inaba I guess.

But that's lame so we're going to look at the romance route now. She finally has an answer to the confession!

Persona romances are so shallow but Naoto is truly best girl and I accept no criticism whatsoever.

I can tell bestie, I can tell.

#Dossier: About Naoto #take this away from me

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ya-girl-mc · 3 years

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Sweet Indulgence

Character: Kuroo Tetsurou × Fem Reader

Concept: Y/N and Kuroo spend their Valentine's evening with a homecooked date night dinner; then came "dessert" 😏

⚠️ Warning: Sexual content (also contains a minor spoiler from the Haikyuu!! manga since I referred to a lil detail there for Kuroo's character in this fic)

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day ya'll esp to those who'll be spending it alone (me lol 😔✊). This fic was requested by a dear irl friend of mine who's one of the biggest Kuroo trash I know so here ya go 😉

☆☆ A Haikyuu!! Fanfiction ☆☆

"Damn it."

Kuroo's disgruntled voice caused Y/N to look up from her morning coffee as she gazed at him inquisitively. "What's up?"

A deep frown etched on his face, he sighed and set his phone down on the table, his attention once again on his half-eaten breakfast. "The Chief. He needs me to work overtime tonight, of all times. I swear that old man is giving me way too much load for how much I'm getting paid-"

Y/N brought up her coffee mug to her lips, gazing at her boyfriend sympathetically as she listened to him rant about his rather unfortunate office life. While Kuroo loves and is adept at his new job at the Sports Promotion Division of the Japan Volleyball Association, his overbearing boss made matters far from pleasing.

Ah yes, the toil of the working class.

"-and we even made those dinner reservations tonight for Valentine's Day."

Oh, right. Like any typical run-of-the-mill working class couple, Y/N and Kuroo were looking forward to a classy dinner to celebrate the 14th, yet the unforeseen circumstances seemed to have derailed their evening plans. Huffing in annoyance, he set his utensils down and shot her a guilty look. She was quite disappointed of course, but it couldn't be helped; it's all part of the game, as they say. "It's fine, we could always go at a different time. You do what you gotta do."

"You know, when you act all level-headed like that, I can't help but feel even worse," Kuroo sighed, thoroughly frustrated at how his boss managed to ruin their dinner plans.

She grinned at him as an idea occurred to her. "What time do you get off work today?"

"Probably 8 or 9, at the latest. Why?"

"Great!" Y/N chimed, chuckling sheepishly as soon as she noticed the impassive expression on Kuroo's face. "Well...not because you have to work overtime since that definitely sucks. I mean, I'd have enough time to prepare us a fancy dinner for date night." Her eyes lit up in excitement, her mind already racing with ideas as she began to ponder on what dishes to prepare.

Kuroo grinned at her in amusement, feeling himself gradually get over his workplace woes. Glancing at his phone, he briskly cleaned up after himself and proceeded to grab his belongings. "Thanks for the meal, but I'd better go on ahead. The earlier I can get there, the sooner I can get everything done."

Y/N followed suit and ushered him to the entrance of their shared apartment. It was pretty rare to see Kuroo invigorated on a weekday morning as he usually lazed around with her for a bit before they both headed off to their respective offices; the idea of a scrumptious date night dinner prepared by his lover definitely served as extra motivation to get through the day.

After adjusting his tie, she proceeded to ruffle his hair to try and straighten his stubborn bed head, but to no avail. "I don't know how you can seem to pull off going to work with bed hair, but anyway, do your best today, Kuroo-san!" She teased and saw him off with a salute.

Damn it, how adorable.

In one swift motion, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, his lips pecking hers ever so slightly as he pulled away, chuckling at the dazed expression on her face. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise. Then, I'll be off." He waved at her as Y/N watched his retreating figure, her heart still pounding from their prior interaction.

As I thought, cohabitation really is the best.

*****

It was just about past 7 in the evening when Y/N arrived at their apartment with an armful of groceries. Despite getting off from work as early as 5:30, she lost track of time in the supermarket, completely engulfed with the multitude of ideas that raced through her mind. Cooking was a passion of hers, and there's nothing she enjoys more other than spoiling her significant other with her culinary prowess.

Unloading the bags on the kitchen's countertop, Y/N's eyes scanned over the ingredients, thoroughly pleased with her purchase.

Seared rib eye steak paired with a classic red wine jus, a creamy and delectable potato au gratin as a side dish, and a decadent chocolate mousse dessert for that extra indulgence...ahhh it's perfect! I'll make sure that every penny spent on these ridiculously expensive ingredients will be worth it!

Y/N threw an apron on and proceeded to undertake the necessary preparations for each of the dishes, determined to salvage what's left of her and Kuroo's Valentine's Day plans with probably the best dinner she'll be preparing by far. She recounted on the recipes she had sneakily studied in-between working hours, finding herself completely engrossed with the tasks at hand.

Okay, the gratin's baking in the oven...once there's 30 minutes left to its cooking time that's when I'll start preparing the red wine jus. Then I'll be searing the steak, let it rest, then prepare the mousse in the process. Yep, I got this in the bag!

Once more immersing herself in her culinary escapades, Y/N was finally down to the last task of whipping up the chocolate mousse when the front door opened, signaling Kuroo's arrival from work as the wonderful aromas that wafted from the kitchen uplifted him from his weariness. With her back turned towards him, he shut the door and sauntered towards the kitchen, a scheming grin on his face as he crept towards his oblivious girlfriend.

"Y/N," he breathed teasingly into her ear, causing her to yelp in surprise.

"Goddammit, Tetsurou!" She hastily switched off the hand mixer to avoid splattering chocolate mousse everywhere, shooting him a dirty look in the process. "You're lucky I only had a mixer in my hand! What if it was something else, like a-"

The sight of her handsome lover, still clad in his office attire with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, rendered her speechless. He chuckled as Y/N continued to gawk at him, stepping closer to wrap his free arm around her shoulders. "Happy Valentine's Day." Kuroo tenderly pressed his lips on her temples as he handed her the bouquet.

Ahh, great. Now I feel like crap for yelling at him like that. Unable to suppress the smile that made its way to her face, she sheepishly accepted his gift, standing on her toes to plant an appreciative kiss on his cheek. "T-thank you...and Happy Valentine's Day, too."

The warmth that adorned her cheeks just made her even more irresistible, yet Kuroo tried to reel in his urges as he allotted a reasonable distance between them. "So, what did my cute lover prepare for date night?"

As if on cue at his inquiry, her eyes immediately lit up. "Well, I started off by preparing the potato au gratin since that takes the longest to cook. I infused the cream with a little thyme, rosemary, and a dash of lemon zest to cut back on the heaviness. Then, for the rib eye steak, I-" Kuroo simply listened on as she rambled, the corners of his mouth turning upwards as she explained the entirety of the cooking process of each of the dishes she had prepared. While he didn't understand a majority of it, it was utterly endearing for him to see her so engrossed in the fervor of her culinary passion.

So basically, she prepared a fancy potato dish, a steak dish, and chocolate mousse for dessert. Damn it, she's just too adorable when she goes all out.

"-so anyway," Y/N continued, grasping Kuroo's attention once more. "Can you check if the mousse tastes fine? I'm a bit concerned that I may have fallen short on the sweetness." With a spoon in hand, she scooped a generous amount and held it out for him to taste.

Taking it into his mouth, Kuroo's eyes widened as the dessert's decadence flooded his taste buds. The mousse was not overbearingly sweet due to the dark chocolate she used, yet it still delivered the right amount of indulgence for a dessert; the perfect balance of flavor was definitely to his liking. "Wow, that's delicious!" He exclaimed and was tempted to beg for another spoonful.

Y/N grinned, her pride swelling up at his positive feedback. "Yay, glad to hear! I'll be popping this in the fridge to chill while we have dinner."

Setting down the bouquet of flowers on the countertop, she proceeded to take the bowl; however, Kuroo had something else in mind as he held her arm and leaned closer, peering at her inquisitive expression. "Why don't you give it a taste as well?"

"Uhm...okay." As she reached for another spoon, Kuroo snatched it away from her and shook his head dismissively. Scooping a spoonful of the mixture, he applied a dollop of mousse on his fingers and held it out, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Here."

The atmosphere between them suddenly shifted, and with Kuroo eyeing her so earnestly, she couldn't help her cheeks from flaming up at his promiscuous gesture. Amid Y/N's brief contemplation, he brushed his fingers across her lips and gently pushed them into her mouth.

Her heart thumping at how unbelievably alluring Kuroo was at their proximity, she locked her eyes with his, her tongue slowly lapping up the remnants of chocolate mousse. It was long gone, yet she continued to suck fervently on his fingers, earning a shudder from him. She slowly took it out of her mouth, keeping her gaze trained on his. "You're right, it is delicious."

Kuroo's eyes darkened with lust as he took a step closer, running his thumb across her lip to collect all remaining traces of the mousse. His tongue slowly darted out of his mouth and licked his thumb clean, grinning as Y/N simply stared at him, her mouth slightly agape. "I know that you just prepared us a delicious dinner, but there's something else I'd rather eat right now."

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Kuroo slipped his hand behind her head, pulling her close as his lips urgently met hers. The force nearly made Y/N stumble, but his arm immediately went around her waist, stabilizing her position as she met his kiss with fervor. As their tongues intertwined, both of them could detect a hint of sweetness from the remnants of the chocolate mousse which only intensified their thirst for the other.

Y/N struggled to breathe as Kuroo's tongue relentlessly explored her mouth, the hands that held his blazer beginning to tremble. He took her bottom lip into his teeth, the sharp sensation causing her knees to buckle as he backed her up into the countertop, pressing himself even closer to her. Her head was beginning to spin, and if it weren't for Kuroo's lean stature holding her in place, she would have collapsed then and there.

"T-tetsurou," Y/N gasped out as Kuroo trailed his lips across her jaw and down to her neck, wincing as she felt his teeth graze the skin. His hands wandered down to her waist as he hoisted her up on the countertop, his tongue darting out to soothe the love bites he left along her neck. Pulling away momentarily, he eyed her with raw passion and need as he loosened up his neck tie, the seemingly mundane gesture igniting Y/N's desire.

"Strip for me." His voice was low, commanding, yet she could sense the desperation it conveyed. Her heart pounding wildly, Y/N proceeded to remove her apron and unbutton her blouse, her face burning at how Kuroo's eyes scrutinized her every move; however, her current position hindered her as she struggled to discard her skirt. Leaning back on her forearm, she slightly lifted her hips and slipped off her skirt with her free hand, causing Kuroo to grit his teeth at how unbelievably erotic the entire scene was.

Now down to her underwear, Y/N attempted to pull him towards her yet he shook his head defiantly, his finger trailing from her lips down to the swell of her breasts. "I meant all of it."

"You should've clarified it earlier," she huffed, completely flustered at how Kuroo enjoyed making her squirm.

He then responded to her quip with his own. "I didn't think that needed to be clarified, Y/N."

Completely at a loss on how to respond, she sighed in defeat and conceded as her hands moved to discard the last few pieces of clothing, eventually swallowing hard as she noticed how aroused Kuroo had gotten through his slacks. He wanted to take her then and there, but as his eyes wandered to the bowl of chocolate mousse atop the counter, he decided to have a little bit more fun; it was Valentine's Day after all.

Y/N followed his gaze and immediately caught on on what he was planning to do, sighing internally as the dessert she painstakingly made will be used for a completely different purpose. Yet, she fidgeted in anticipation, unable to deny how much the prospect turned her on. Kuroo chuckled, the gestures she displayed serving as all the confirmation he needed to proceed.

Reaching for the bowl and a ladle, Kuroo scooped a generous amount of mousse and poured it on her body, his own breathing picking up as he watched the slightly viscous mixture cascade down her bare chest. "That kind of tickles," Y/N remarked shyly, keeping her eyes trained downwards as she couldn't bring herself to look at him.

As I thought...this is kind of embarrassing after all.

Kuroo sensed her apprehension. He leaned towards her and pressed a reassuring kiss on her cheek, a gentle smile adorning his face. "I'll be cleaning this off of you in no time."

Before Y/N could process the implications of his words, she flinched in surprise as Kuroo's tongue boldly lapped up the mousse on her chest, her hands immediately moving towards his hair as she trembled in pleasure. His hands on her thighs, he abruptly pulled her closer towards him, her legs wrapping around his waist in the process. The sweetness of the mousse and the lustful moans Y/N released overwhelmed his senses as he ran his tongue over her nipple, her hands tightening its grip on his hair in response. It was starting to hurt a bit as she pulled at the strands, completely lost in her own passion as he stimulated her, yet Kuroo didn't mind; rather, it only encouraged him further as he began to take her nipples into his teeth, causing her to cry out at the sensations he induced.

"T-tetsurou...enough, please," she begged in-between gasps as she lifted Kuroo's head from her chest, her eyes dazed and completely overcome with desire.

"All right, all right. I'll stop," he rescinded, pulling away from Y/N slightly as he grinned at the panicked expression on her face.

"N-no, that's not what I-"

"You want me to touch you elsewhere, right?" Kuroo once more reached for the ladle and poured a generous amount of mousse along her thighs. In an instant, he was down on his knees as he positioned her legs atop his shoulders, the new angle allowing him an enticing view of her soaked core. Glancing up momentarily at her, he shuddered in pleasure as he noticed the lustful way she was looking at him.

Licking his fingers clean, he kissed hungrily down her thigh, his tongue darting out to lap up the sweet mixture. Y/N moaned uncontrollably, twining her fingers with the strands of his hair in an attempt to keep him in place. Kuroo's mouth eventually reached her inner thigh, the warm breaths he let out teasing her entrance. He looked up once more to seek out her permission as the single nod she managed was all the confirmation he needed.

His lips and tongue began to stimulate her most sensitive parts, Y/N's grip on his hair tightening as she gasped out in pleasure. She was intoxicating, the high-pitched noises and gestures she made guiding him in his ministrations. As soon as his lips touched her sweet spot, she jerked in surprise, causing Kuroo to cease his actions. "What's wrong? Did that feel good for you?"

Y/N nodded earnestly as she looked down at him; the sight of Kuroo on his knees with his head in-between her legs was just too much to take. Taking her silence as a signal to continue, he resumed his earlier actions, her every response, no matter how miniscule, fueling his own arousal. He decided to take it even further as the deliberate moans he let out caused Y/N to whimper at how pleasurable the vibrations felt.

"T-tetsurou...!" She gasped, her insides tightening which signaled her fast-approaching release. Kuroo made no attempt to stop as the movement of his lips and tongue intensified, pushing her on the verge of coming. Her entire body began to tremble and it wasn't long before she finally climaxed, her upper body slumping forward as she struggled to regain her breathing.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Kuroo swiftly stood and allowed Y/N to lean into his embrace, his hands stroking her hair as her breathing eventually evened. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah, thanks for that," she mumbled in embarrassment, her head pressed against his chest as she listened to his heartbeat, her eyelids gradually becoming heavier.

However, Kuroo was far from being done. He tipped up her chin, all traces of his earlier composure long gone from his face. "Sorry Y/N. We're not done yet. Not when you got me all worked up from that." He drew back and gently pulled her arm, his hands moving to provide support as she hopped down from the counter, her legs slightly wobbling. Her entire body still felt quite sensitive from the remnants of her earlier passion, yet she was eager for more.

His hands moved frantically as he turned Y/N around and pushed her down, her front pressing against the cool surface of the granite countertop. She heard Kuroo curse under his breath as he took in her new position, her face burning at how much more exposed she felt; yet, she couldn't deny the anticipation she felt for what's to come. "Hurry..."

"Shit, hold on...let me just-" Kuroo was frantic now, completely engulfed in his own desire as he reached for his pocket for a condom; he always kept one in hand for "emergency purposes", as he claimed. Holding the packet momentarily between his teeth, his fingers fumbled as he unbuckled and unbuttoned his slacks. Ripping the wrapper off with his teeth, he proceeded to put the condom on, positioning himself behind Y/N. He wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her close as his other hand held his throbbing length. "I'm going in."

He plunged himself deep, both of them moaning uncontrollably at the sensation of their joined bodies. Her insides were unbearably warm and tight, yet she still managed to take in the entirety of his shaft so easily. Snapping his hips forward, Kuroo let out a throaty groan as their position allowed him to reach even deeper parts inside of her. Completely overcome with his overwhelming need, he began thrusting wildly, his grip on her waist tightening.

Y/N grasped the edges of the countertop at the sheer force of his thrusts, her entire being staggering at how relentlessly Kuroo made love to her; but, she was not one to complain as she eventually moved her hips along with his, taking him even deeper than before.

"Shit...Y/N, you feel so good," Kuroo moaned, his teeth nibbling along her earlobe. It was during times like these when she and him indulged in each other that Kuroo strays from his usual composed and laid-back demeanor; she took pride in being able to witness and experience this completely different side of him.

Their lustful moans echoed throughout the apartment, yet despite her current state-of-mind, Y/N managed to recollect herself, well-aware of their neighbors risking on hearing them. She brought up her hand to her mouth to silence herself; however, Kuroo withheld her attempt to do so, too far gone to care about such matters.

"It's too late for that now. Don't hold yourself back, let me hear you." The unbearably seductive manner he had whispered those words fueled Y/N's desire ten-fold, and it wasn't long before she felt her incoming release as her insides tightened, eliciting a throaty groan from Kuroo.

"I-I'm close...Tetsurou...!" She began calling for him even louder then before. Gritting his teeth, Kuroo wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to a standing position, the new angle allowing him to plunge himself even deeper. His release was fast-approaching as well, his mouth falling atop her shoulder to stifle the lewd noises he was making. Y/N reached up and grasped his hair to keep him in place, her hips moving urgently against his as he showered her neck and shoulders with kisses.

It was just too much to bear, the lustful noises she made intensifying at the sensations he invoked. Moaning out her name, Kuroo lifted her leg and increased his pace, the pleasure of their love-making pushing them on the verge of insanity as they eventually climaxed, Y/N's entire body slumping against his body. Their chests heaving, Kuroo brushed his lips against her cheek, carefully pulling out of her as he collected her languid form into his arms, both of them gradually coming down from their high.

"I love you," he murmured tenderly, his lips brushing against the top of her head.

"I love you, too." Y/N's hands grasped his blazer, glancing upwards to return his smile with her own, both of them in a state of euphoria. It was short-lived, however, as she immediately recollected herself, her panicked eyes darting around the kitchen. "Oh my god, the gratin! And the steak, it's probably oxidized by now...and the chocolate mousse! Only you got to eat it, Tetsurou, you idiot!"

Kuroo couldn't hold back his laughter as she scrambled around the kitchen to collect her discarded clothes, abruptly switching the oven off before moving to check on the remaining dishes of their long-forgotten date night dinner. However, he stopped her in her tracks as he gathered her once more into his embrace. "Before that, I think we should clean up the counter - and more importantly - ourselves first. Besides, even if you feed me burnt crap, I'd still be happy to eat anything you make."

He'd expect her to swoon over his words, yet she only shot him a narrowed look, her hands pushing against his chest. "Butter me up all you want, you're not escaping dish duty tonight."

Kuroo chuckled and watched in amusement as Y/N marched to their bathroom to take a shower, his hands reaching for a rag and disinfectant. He proceeded to wipe the countertop clean, the grin on his face widening as he did. "It was still worth a shot."

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #kuroo tetsurou #smut #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu kuroo #request

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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hi! so. a while back (like, a good while back) I found a fanfic for you and you said something about a story/short thing in return? I said I'd take you up on it, but then took an extended leave of absence from Tumblr and never did. anyways, im feeling things about gay dads and also Peter Parker and I was wondering if you could do something with iron husbands and tony's many adopted children, both bots and otherwise? idk. you're amazing.

The first kid that gets adopted, in a sense, is Dum-E. He’s the product of a lot of “you can’t do this” energy.

People really do think that Tony and Rhodey aren’t capable of creating an Artificial Intelligence unit that can think for itself.

The final nail in the coffin is when Rhodey is visiting the Stark family home and Obadiah Stane treats their goal dismissively.

When they get back to their home in Boston, Rhodey sets his jaw.

“We’re making that fucking system, Tones. I don’t care what happens.”

“So what you’re saying is that we’re disregarding our previous agreement about limiting lab rules?”

“Yes. Null and void until we bring this fruition.”

This is a very important rule. Despite what most would think, Rhodey and Tony are capable of setting limits and following them. But if there is no physical reminder of that rule, then they can ignore it.

(This is actually just the excuse that they make up so that they can make Machiavellian machines.)

Dum-E spins around and ruins at least three pairs of socks that Rhodey leaves on the floor.

“At least you finally stopped that habit,” Tony says. Rhodey rolls his eyes, watching as Dum-E finally realizes that he cannot possibly open the door to the porch and will stop bumping up against the glass.

"He’s an idiot,” Tony says fondly.

“Took after his mama,” Rhodey jokes. Tony slaps his arm.

“Hey!”

The second and third are twins. Kind of. Both of them absolutely insist that they are not twins because they are very different. After all, U likes alternative pop, which Butterfingers finds simply unforgivable.

Rhodey and Tony didn’t know that the other was making a robot. Dum-E was lonely, and their anniversary was coming up.

They both decided to make Dum-E a sibling and laughed as U and Butterfingers basically rolled up to each other and immediately tried to fight.

“So...who’s first?” Tony asks.

“Hm...U, I think.”

Butterfingers sulks. She’s youngest by one day, and U will never let her hear the end of it.

“I know baby girl,” Tony coos. “But you look so pretty. Look at how nice your dad painted your display!”

It is rather pretty. It’s all cool with yellows and blues. Dum-E is a jealous.

Jarvis is more Tony’s than anything. Made after a lonely Christmas. Not the one that most people think.

Edwin Jarvis died in late November.

Tony didn’t rest until it was done.

They sob together as Jarvis states the weather in a crisp, accented tone that sounds so much like the original.

The siblings all get along like a house on fire, although Rhodey swears that Jarvis loves to instigate drama when Tony doesn’t need it.

This is how Dum-E and Butterfingers get into a week-long feud about whose turn it is to close the fridge door. This is a Very Important Job.

Jarvis makes it worse.

“You are trying to kill me,” Rhodey says, scowling. “You know your brother and sister would fight.”

“I am a learning program, Colonel Rhodes.”

“Don’t call me that. Call me anything but that.”

“Confirmed, Private Rhodes.”

“I hate you.”

“You wouldn’t visit my creator so much if you truly meant that.”

Rhodey gives him the bird, and Jarvis almost huffs.

He’s an amazing kid, really.

The next kid isn’t for a while longer. It’s not until a year after the actual event, that Rhodey wasn’t there for.

So he went by Iron Patriot for a while. Didn’t stick. He’s kind of glad it didn’t.

This one didn’t even know about Rhodey, which is a travesty.

It’s a snot-nosed little tween who says he’s not a tween, and his name is Harley Keener.

“Tony Stark and I are connected,” he says stubbornly. Rhodey let him into the house, not like he’s going to just make this kid stay outside.

“Like what, through an email chain? Texting?”

“Life experience,” Tony says. “Hey kiddo. Who the hell let you take a bus all the way here?”

“Bus drivers.”

“Ha ha. Where’s your mom?”

Harley tenses.

His mother got a new boyfriend. New boyfriend didn’t like Harley or his little sister. Little sister is living with an aunt, and Harley didn’t want to live there. So here he is, in New York.

“You don’t have to take me in, but I won’t stop bothering you,” Harley says.

Tony sighs.

“Come on in, kid. Like I’d let you do anything else.”

It’s complicated. Rhodey realizes he’s dealing with another Tony with a bit more stubbornness to him and blistering genius.

He calls his boss.

“I need to put in my two weeks.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“Why?”

“Let’s just say I got preoccupied by surprise.”

“Don’t tell me your guy brought home another bouncing baby robot.”

“Well...not really. This one’s human.”

“Christ.”

Harley loves New York. He manages to navigate far easier than Tony ever could, and he grew up there half his life. Harley learns which bodegas are good, and what food trucks he needs to watch out for.

He also adjusts to school far easier than expected, although the environment is much better. He’s being challenged, and he has people that can follow him.

This is when Tony and Rhodey look into Midtown and discover a kid with a lot of promise.

Spider-Man, technically, isn’t confirmed to go to Midtown.

But Harley’s a bright kid and realizes that Peter Parker is Spidey.

It also helps that the makeshift suit is hanging out of his backpack in a back alley.

Peter gets an internship, and Rhodey laughs as Tony groans.

“Oh my god, how do kids have so much energy. How.”

“We were like that.”

“No we weren’t.”

“Do you forget we created Dum-E in, like, a week because we ignored the concept of time?”

“Hm. I choose to forget that. It didn’t happen.”

Rhodey laughs.

They all have family nights. The bots are particularly enamored with movies, and drag Harley and Peter out of the lab to watch them.

It’s Butterfingers’ turn, and she always chooses a soft movie. This time, it’s an old silent film.

Dum-E likes action movies, so this is not the favorite.

“Hush, you got to choose last time honey,” Rhodey scolds. “Don’t make me cut off your turn.”

Dum-E goes silent as Peter snickers, flicking a piece of popcorn at U, who is currently trying to rearrange the furniture.

(He’s decided he wants to watch videos about interior design this month. He’s very invested in Manifesting His Vision.)

Tony smiles at Rhodey across the way. Harley had said he wasn’t tired, and now his head is on Rhodey’s leg, and he’s out of the world. Peter’s getting there, yawning into the pillow he’s decided is his.

U has gone to “charge” although he says he’s Fine, No Charging for Him!

(Jarvis has to laugh.)

It’s not the typical family lifestyle. But Tony and Rhodey want anything but typical.

#anyways i want the bots being Funny and here it is #bot fic #family fic #rhodeytony #ironhusbands #peter parker #harley keener #i was going 2 write a bit more but i am tired and i liked the ending a lot :)#i hope y'all do too!#lovelyirony writes #jarvis #dum-e #u #butterfingers #iron man #war machine

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years

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Hi! I looove your Mama Bear Stephen Strange series. If i could suggest a prompt, i'd love to see one of the Sorcerers at Kamer Taj get in Stephens face about his "neglected duties" and Peter in turns gets in that sorcerers face and everything starts going sideways until an actual fight breaks out that Peter wins simply because the idiot underestimated him. Proud but still angry Mama Bear ensues

(AT) The Audacity Of The Ignorant

Tony was busy with meetings all day so Stephen had to take both Diana and Peter with him to Kamar-Taj. If he wasn't planning on being gone all day as well, he would have just asked the teen to watch his sister for a couple of hours, and just have Karen contact him through Victor if Peter needed something. That wasn't the case though, and he didn't want to leave Peter with an infant all day.

So he found himself in the courtyard at the Kamar-Taj compound, holding a sleeping baby girl in one arm, and correcting the stances of the apprentices with another. Peter was only here in case Stephen needed him to watch Diana for a few minutes, but otherwise the teen was doing his homework under the tree nearby. Levi was floating near Peter, but alert to its master's whereabouts in case it was needed.

Halfway through the sling ring training session, Stephen noted how Peter's head snapped up, but said nothing. Some trainees were probably mouthing off again, and if the teen's reaction was anything to go by, it was about either Stephen or the kids. Maybe even Tony. It was usually the newer students that gossiped until the more senior ones or the resident masters shut them down.

When the lesson was over, Stephen dismissed the training sorcerers and made his way back over to Peter, only to have one of the newer students intercept him in his path. A young man, maybe in his mid twenties, and looking irritated. Stephen regards him carefully and holds Diana closer to his body before clearing his throat.

"Can I help you with something?"

"Are you really the Sorcerer Supreme?" The young trainee asks.

"Yes."

"Shouldn't you be here at the compound training us? We've all been told that the Sorcerer Supreme is a powerful man that single handedly fights beings from other dimension, but all I see is someone so caught up in his domesticity that he has to bring his kids to work." The younger man snarls and Stephen's eyebrow lifts toward his hairline when gathering trainees murmur in agreement. "You sit at home and do nothing while everyone else here has to pick up your slack. You're a sham and what's more pathetic is that a kid call you Mom--"

Peter steps in between Stephen and the younger sorcerer, carefully shoving the latter away with a glare. The doctor almost called the teen off but then decided to wait and see what Peter would do. So he dismisses the whip crackling to life in his free hand and watches as the trainee rights himself and glares at his son.

"You know nothing about what he does!" Peter spits out.

"The supposed Sorcerer Supreme can't even fight his own battles now?"

"My mother could wipe the floor with you with one hand." The teen snaps.

The younger sorcerer scoffs. "You really do call him Mom. Does he nurse you too?" Peter postures angrily and the trainee conjures his shields. "Let's see what's so special about you that the Sorcerer Supreme neglects his duties."

Oh shit, Stephen thinks as the younger sorcerer attacks first with a punch and the doctor moves himself and Diana out of harm's way. The fight only escalated when Peter dodged the punch and threw one of his own, finding his mark in the man's gut, and he doubles over. The teen had no intention to take the fight farther, but when he turns his back, the sorcerer grabs a staff from another recruit and swings it at Peter. He ducks the attack again, further angering the young sorcerer, and turns back to fend him off.

The fight continued until Peter laid out the man, and before Stephen could say anything, other new sorcerers that had agreed with the original one jumped in to attack Peter. The doctor's Mama Bear side quickly reared its ugly head a few moments into the attacks, and he reconjures a whip in his free hand before using it to trip up his students and send them onto their backs.

"That's enough!" Stephen shouts.

Diana startles out of her nap and cries loudly as Peter backs away toward the fuming Sorcerer Supreme, and Stephen gently hands her over to Peter. The teen takes her and walks back over to his spot under the tree and next to Levi to soothe his baby sister and the doctor crouches in front of the trainee that first confronted him.

"Let me make things clear. The only time I ever neglect my duties is when I am too busy fighting a being from another dimension. Some battles can take days and there are times when I get home and manage to fall asleep that I'm being called away again. As of now I am running on three hours of sleep that I've gotten in the past week." Stephen stands and looks around at the rest of the gathered students. "I am only human. I am exhausted, and it has nothing to do with my family. In fact, they are the reason I can continue to function with the many responsibilities I have as Sorcerer Supreme." He laughs with a bit of hysteria. "Dormammu? Not a fairy tale. I died thousands of times to keep your reality in check. You have no concept of what I do, so before you confront me with meaningless rumors, I implore you to ask a senior student or a master if they're true."

Stephen tiredly rubs the black spots out of his vision, and feels himself stagger until someone steadies him. The sound of a portal opening reaches his ears and the strong hands at his shoulders turn him and direct him toward it.

"Stephen, you're going home." Wong says to him sternly.

"I'm fine. I still have another lesson--"

"No. You're done. I'll take care of it and give these students the longest lecture of their life." The sorcerer supreme suddenly feels himself being forced down onto a couch, not even realizing he had moved. "Peter, can you handle it from here?" Wong asks.

"Uh, yeah. I'll put Dia in the swing."

Peter gently deposits the now cooing infant into her baby swing and turns it on, and the music it plays was the final push Stephen needed to succumb to sleep. Wong helps Peter lay the doctor down in a more comfortable position before stepping back through the portal, and it closes behind him as the teen grabs the blanket off the back of the couch to lay on Stephen. Tony wasn't due back home for another few hours, but Peter was confident that he could handle Diana until then. He knew how to feed her and change diapers, and she loved endless games of peek-a-boo, so that was what he did for the next three hours.

It was a good thing Diana was an easy baby.

When Tony steps off the elevator and enters the living room while removing his tie, Peter winces when Dia squeals loudly at the sight of her father. She had taken to doing that lately, especially since she had formed an attachment to the engineer, and it always made Peter grind his teeth at the high pitch. Tony smiles and walks over to the swing to scoop up his infant daughter and kisses the top of her head.

"Hello to you too Princess. Did you have fun with Mommy and Peter?" Tony looks down at Peter. "Where is Mom?"

Peter motions to the couch. "He's that covered, snoring lump on the couch."

"I don't hear--" Quiet snores fill the room. "Nevermind. How long has is been?"

"Three hours all week." Peter says. "He was tired enough to yell at some students, but in his defense, one had the guts to confront him about how he was neglecting his duties and then attacked me."

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose. "Jesus...after all he does, that's how they thank him?"

"You know he doesn't do it for the gratitude."

"None of us do. Anyway, I'm pretty drained myself. Pizza?" Tony asks the teen and gets a nod in response. "FRI, the usual family order of pizza please."

"Yes Boss." She replies instantly.

Tony takes Diana into the kitchen and makes her a bottle with his free hand. It was a skill he acquired very quickly when she woke up in the middle of the night and almost screamed if the engineer wasn't constantly holding her. Once Stephen had tried to help, but his hands were already bothering him and they shook too much, so he ended up going to bed disheartened when Diana stubbornly clung to Tony. It took an hour of kissing and massaging scarred hands for the Sorcerer to feel better about not being to help, and Tony also made sure to assure him that Diana still loved him. Of course Stephen knew that, but he had been a little flustered at the time that it kind of hurt.

Tony sniffs when he gives the bottle to his daughter and his scrunches his nose. "Baby girl, is that you? You're a little ripe. You definitely got that from your mother."

Peter laughs from the living room. "I'm totally telling him you said that."

"See what happens if you do." Tony says as he disappears up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

FRIDAY speaks up a couple minutes later. "The pizza is here Boss Baby."

Peter gapes and looks up at the ceiling. "Wait. What did you just call me?"

"Boss Baby." The AI chirps cheerfully. "Boss has programmed me to refer to you as such."

"Figures. What about Diana?"

"Little Miss."

Peter snorts and takes the elevator down to the ground floor to retrieve the pizza, and when he comes back up, he finds his father kneeling by the couch gently waking Stephen. The man grumbles and waves him away but Tony grabs his hand.

"Food babe."

"Hnnnnnnnn."

"That was very passionate. I'll be sure to tell the next upcoming play director."

Stephen turns his head to glare at him. "Douchebag."

Tony smiles. "There's the man I married."

Peter of course decided that was the opportune moment to tell Mama Bear what Tony had said not five minutes before. He was disappointed though when Stephen told him it wasn't the first time.

#ironstrange #mama bear stephen strange #supremefamily #tony stark #peter parker #stephen strange #wong #diana stark strange (oc)

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k-knightt-blog · 5 years

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I barely knew I had skin before I met you

Title: I barely knew I had skin before I met you

Relationship: Tom Hiddleston/Reader

Chapters: 3/?

Wordcount: 1,493

Summary: You are Susanne Bier’s, the director of Night Manager, on-set assistant who falls in love with her boss’ leading man. Now, why would you do something so stupid?

A/N: Hugh Laurie is no way a bad person, he just needed to be for this story. He’s probably a really nice chap. Forgive me.

Part 1 Part 2

Everything around you slowly speeds up, but your own movements get slower. Tom's hand is now guiding you forward, his touch making you a little dizzy. The two of you were heading to the table furthest away from the entrance. It was the only table that was full and wasn’t looking boisterous, but still, you felt anxious. You knew that everyone had heard what happens yesterday. You also knew that a few people would be compelled to ask you how you were. You didn’t like being the centre of attention, and you felt embarrassment creep down your spine. Tom knew this about you, and you were thankful to have him by your side.

Elizabeth and Tom Hollander sees the two of you first and smile. As you come closer and sit down beside Tom, Elizabeth looks at you worryingly, “Are you feeling better?” Tom Hollander's eyebrows knit in a worried frown, he hasn’t heard. “Why would she be feeling anything but okay? Did I miss something?” His hand reaching for yours over the table. Bless this man, you were lucky to call him your friend. You giggle a little at his rather dramatic reaction, Tom chuckles too. When you realise that you actually have to tell the entire cast and the other people sitting at the table you go red. “I-ehm, had a minor breakdown. I haven’t been sleeping that well the past months.” You say trying to sound nonchalant. Tom probably spotted your awkward tone of voice and snaked his arm around your waist. He’s never touched you this much, well he has hugged you in the past, a goodbye kind of hug. This felt different, you didn’t know what to think.

All of the people who partook and listened to your conversation looked at you with sad eyes. “It’s really nothing. I feel better already. I guess I’m not used to life on set, early mornings and late nights, and then the night shoots. It got to me I suppose.” You say rather quietly earning a rather harsh huff from Hugh Laurie. The two Toms, Elizabeth and myself shoot our eyes over to him. You had a feeling that he had taken a dislike to you early on, but you didn’t have the faintest clue why. On the first day of the principal shoot, Hugh had nearly not let you in the studio. You remember him pressuring you to show him your pass and ID because you quote-unquote looked 18. Susanne had come just in time to reassure the acclaimed actor that you were, in fact, her assistant. A few moments after that you met Tom for the first time. You remember everything about that first encounter.

Hugh didn’t elaborate after that inaugural snort, actually he hasn’t even looked up from the paper he was reading. You looked up at Tom, the muscles in his face tight, he almost looked angry. Before either of us speak Elizabeth comes and saves the day, “Something to add Hugh?” She asks him sweetly, leaning forward, to defuse the tension. He looked up and almost looked confused like he hasn’t just dismissed your misery. Hugh folded his paper in half and leaned back in his chair, “I have been in this business for nearly forty years and I’ve never complained. Let alone had a nervous break down because of it.” His tone was cold and you were sure everybody was as shocked as you were.

You didn’t dare to say anything because Hugh obviously didn’t value anything you had to say. You looked up at Tom and he looked furious. “This isn’t about you though, is it?” He tried to not sound angry but you could tell that he was. Hugh just shrugged and ate some of the food that sat in front of him. Maybe he didn’t realise that he hurt your feelings just now, maybe he’s having a bad day. Tom’s fingers tightened around your waist and you leaned closer to him, ”Just leave it, maybe he’s had a bad day. People snap, it’s alright.” You whisper to tom who leaned his head towards your voice, but his glare still on Hugh. “Tom?” You say again, wanting him to stop staring daggers at his co-star. “He can’t talk to you like that,” Tom says, his eyes have finally found yours. You sigh, “Like my mother always said - you have to choose your battles, and if you do fight fire with fire.” Tom’s whole facade softens and you can almost detect a flash of embarrassment when he loosens his grip on your side. “Wise Woman.” He says giving you a sweet smile.

Suddenly you feel how hungry you are so you stand up, and begin walking towards the buffet. Tom shuffles to his feet and loudly tells you to wait for him. He can’t see it but your face breaks out in a wide smile. His hand ghosts your waist as he peeks over your shoulder, “Always the vegetables huh?” He chuckles earning a playful scuff from you. ”You are what you eat.” You shoot back, he’s now beside you filling his plate with Vietnamese spring rolls. ”Like those aren’t just all vegetable, hypocrite.” He laughs and brings one up to your face wiggling it. “Stop that! Sometimes I wonder about your age.” You say which only makes him laugh more and you follow suit.

You had to fetch a couple of files and your laptop in your office before you retired back to bed. Of course, Tom offered to come with you, although you insisted you’d be fine walking on your own. As you are walking you look up at him, his eyes found yours and they had a gleam of deviltry to them. ”Why do you look so cunning? I love it!” You say grabbing his left shoulder, consciously weighing him down. Tom quickly pokes your side which always makes you explode in laughter. He does it again and yet again. Now he’s the one having to hold you up because of the manic fits of laughter you were having. “Stop it! I can’t breathe!” You say as wheeze like mad. “I did, you’re simply being overdramatic now!” He laughs lovingly.

Your arms are now entangled; it feels like you’re the only people around. That is definitely not true, there are people all around you but you just didn’t care. Also, you’re still half on the floor and half in Tom’s arms. “On your feet soldier.” He said as he brings you up to your normal stance. The two of you now standing close, “What I was going to say before was that we’re all going to a bar tomorrow since it’s Friday. I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go, with me-“ His eyes grew wide at the realisation that he has said "with me" and quickly added, “with us.” You knew what he meant, and it was quite surprising that he had invited you since you're not part of the cast. You're only an assistant, sure the assistant to the director but still.

"I'd love to, but are you sure Mr I have monopoly on misery wants me to come?" You said and Tom looked a bit guilty like it was somehow his fault that Hugh had taken a jab towards you. "He won't be joining. It's you, me, Elizabeth, Tom, Alistair, David and of course, Olivia. And you know that they all think you are a perfect darling, and a hell of a good sport." You laugh and a smile dangled on the corner of your lips, "David Avery is going to challenge me in a tequila battle, and under no circumstances can you allow me to say yes. I've won over him once, a couple of years ago now, but the consequences were terrible." Tom's pupils dilated, "I cannot believe this. I want details, whe-" You shushed him, "No further questions." You say sternly as he laughs and follows you into the office.

"I'll just ask David." He said as he looked around your little workroom. "You'll get nothing out of him, we have a pact." You wink at him and leave Tom standing alone, nearly dumbfounded. "Come on!" He yelled after you, when he realized you weren't coming back he jogged after you. You snickered as Tom caught up to you, both of you now waiting for the lift. He wasn't even staying in this wing of the hotel, but he waited with you. The ding was loud as you step into the lift, "I'll see you tomorrow." You smile at him and he grins, "Sleep tight and I'll see you tomorrow. No more breakdowns, it's awful seeing you cry." Your face flush in crimson, a quiet "I can't promise anything" leaves your mouth. The doors close and you hear him saying, "Good night darling." Your heart and your cheeks are throbbing, maybe he did actually feel the same way you did.

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