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call1me2awesome3 · 2 years

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Rivalry (Robaire x Aaron Z)

A/N: my first ever fanfic writing!! don’t come at me, if it’s bad:)

The entire 4*town gang was on the tour bus heading to L.A. They stopped at an public amusementpark, and wanted to meet and greet fans there. “Why so we need to go? Leave my beautiful paintings, and amazing clay artwork? Just for some fans? Do you guys not care about my hard work? All the effort I put into it? Do you guys ... Hate me?” Jesse dramaticaly asked and fake cried, as he made puppy eyes. The entire band all knew by now that Jesse hated paparazzi, and was just getting an exuse to go to the mall instead.. Robaire: “You can stay here if you want, you know”. Jesse: “And wait for y’all to come back? No way! I’m going to the mall.” Tae: Please, hyung?” Tae asked while making puppy eyes. Jesse: “Ugh, fine. You’re lucky Tae’s cute.” Aaron T: “Oh, but if I told him, I wanted to go somewhere, he’d immediatley say “no”, without me finishing my sentence, and tell me to go and ask Z.” Robaire: Guys, whatever -” Robaire was cut off by Jesse yelling when he saw the fun games from outside the window. Jesse: “LET’S FUCKIN’ GOOO!!!!” Aaron T: “Wait for me, old fart!!!” As the two ran out the door, Aaron Z decided to stay. Not that he was a stick in the mud, but that he had something in his mind he really wanted to just let out. Since the rest of the band would be out, no onw would hear him right? Wrong. Aaron Z: “I’ll stay.” Tae: “What!! Why?” Aaron Z: “Just. go have fun, you two. I’ll be out later.” Robaire: “I’ll stay to keept him company.” “Isn’t that T’s job?” Tae wittily remarked. Robaire: “Shut up, cutie.” Tae: “What?” Robaire: “What?” Tae: “Whatever, bye!!” Rob and Z: “Bye, Tae” Robaire sat down where Z was sitting, and was about open his mouth to start a convo, when Z got up and left to sit somewhere else. “Rude” Robaire thought, than just shook it off, and followed him. “Uh, Z?” Robaire asked, but got no answer from Z. Instead Z stood up again, and went to sit somewhere else, when Robaire held his hand back just in time, making Z turn around and glare angrily at him. Robaire, just like everyone, thought this was really intimidating, and so, just let him go. He pulled out his phone, ans started to text Jesse.

Ro: i’m scared

Jesse: of wut ?

Ro: of ur ex’s best friend’s bf!!

Jesse: dude, wtf?

Ro: ur ex: tae, tae’s bestie:t, t’s bf:z

Jesse: wtf is wrong w/ u, bro ??

Ro: no, seriously, im scared of z!

Jesse: isn’t everyone?

Ro: this isn’t a time 2 joke rn, old fart, why would he glare at me that way? did i do something 2 him?

Jesse: wait, wut ?? he glared at u ??

Ro: yea, and he just seems 2 not want 2 b around me. he keeps moving 2 diffplaces whenever i just sit next 2 him

Jesse: maybe he’s mad abt somethin’. ima ask him, and tell u wut he told me.

Ro: d’accord, merci

Jesse: wut?

Ro: au revoir

Jesse: ima just guess that means bye

Jesse imediatley took out his phone and texted Z

Jesse: yooo!

Z: wutup

Jesse: wut’s w/ u and ro? r u upset? yk u can talk 2 me?

Z: i’m - no

Jesse: wut? ur wut?

Z: I’M JUST JEALOUS OF HIM, OKAY!!!??? I’M SO FUCKIN’ TIRED OF HIM BEING MR.PERFECT, AND HAVING EVERYTHING I DON’T!!!!! U WENT 2 ART SCHOOL, TAE FOSTERS INJURED DOVES, AND HE SPEAKS FRENCH!!! BUT WUT DO ME AND T DO??? WE’RE JUST “SUPER TALENTED TOO”!!

Jesse: woah. Z. is.. is this how hurt u r by that ?? and wut does he have that u don’t ??

Z: He’s good w/ words, and knows wut 2 say all the time. He has all these fans drooling all over him. He’s born in heaven, and is literally so perfect, and it’s... just not fair

Jesse: Z?

Z: wut?

Jesse: yk ur great. do u?

Z: i don’t

Jesse: u should, and fuck those fans 4 chosing us over u. and for not letting me just simply play the game. i was literally surrounded w/ fans and ppl asking me 4 autographs, i couldn’t play the amazing game i saw out the window.

The witty remark made Z chuckle, and Robaire heard it, but didn’t go to see.

Z: it all just rlly, well... i ust take it 2 heart, and thinking abt the fact that there’s nothing different abt us other than our looks is...

Jesse: making u feel like the fans have favoritism just from looking at the outside?

Z: yea.

Jesse: well, again, fuck them, and wut they thing doesn’t even matter, cuz we all love each other 4 who we r.

Z: thanks jes

Jesse: hey, it’s nothing. ily.

Z: adios, viejo

Jesse: bye, kid

Jesse goes back to texting Robaire

Jesse: so, he said he’s ... jealous of u

Ro: wut? why?

Jesse: yk, the fans favor u, and he thinks u have things he doesn’t. he thinks.

Ro: things like wut?

Jesse: words, looks, talent, fame

Ro: wut ?! all i see in him is an amazing person. more responsible, mature, and understanding than me. and 4 someone who is the leader of a band, i kinda envy that.

Jesse: maybe talk 2 him?

Ro: i’ll try

Jesse: bye

Ro: bye

Robaire walks over to where Z was sitting, and puts an arm around him, which catches Z off guard, and as he is about to move away, Ro grabs both his arms, and keeps him down in the seat. Robaire: “Before you sit somewhere else, or move away again, I want to tell you, I’m Jealous of you.” Hearing this, Z’s expression imediatley changes from calm to really confused look. Z: “W-Wut did you say? Z askes, slowly, (kinda like how Mei asked her Dad what he said, when he said “This happened already?” But, whatever, back to the story) Robaire then goes on and explais to him what Jesse told him, and that he understands how Z feels. Robaire: “Why didn’t you just tell me this before?” Z: “I’m not good with words remember?” Robaire: “I know that, but it’s not like you ever try to show it. Like, you know what I mean, you always act like you’re cool with me, when we’re not alone, just you and me?” Z: “That’s ‘cause we’re never alone, with just me and you. ... I always think.. well, I just find myself boring.” Hearing that, from his friends mouth, Robaire did the only thing that made sense at the time. He wrapped his arms around Z, and pulled him in a tight bear hug. Robaire: “You’re not boring, Z. You’re amazing. You’re awesome at basketball, and the most supportive person, and you stand up for every single one of us in interviews, and the way you defended me, when I said I was bi, and some viewer cussed me out, was absolutely amazing!! You’re also really great at roast battles, and sooo much more stunning things about you, that I can’t even name!! You. Are. Awesome, Z. You know that, right?” Robaire was huging Z tighter at this point, and both had teary eyes. Z: “I . . . do. Thanks, Rob. And, sorry for-” Robaire: “Don’t apologize. You have every right to be mad ‘cause of what the fans are saying, and all. I love you.” Z: “I . . love you too.”

Aaron Z and Robaire went out the tour bus, and went to the amusement park, and greeted the others, who joined them, and as they were waiting on the line for the ride, rambled about hat happened and what they missed

Byee, thanks soo much for reading this, if you had!!!

#aaronz #robaire #4town #pixar turning red #carnivals #4town fanfic

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kdipshit · 1 year

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Addicted ;

Am I addicted to thinking about the things I have on repeat in my head? Like is it an addiction, I guess idk how else to think, or what else to think about, it’s kind of sad. Well in better light, I’ve taken up a shit load of study, im really gonna do this writing thing. I really want to do this writing thing, I read the entire brochure of the academy I want to go to, im so happy to be intrested in something, as tedious as the learning journey can be for me, im learning how I learn the best way I can, the only way I can.

I don’t like therapy because I don’t like being told my ways of dealing with my issues are wrong, or bad, or something like that, even though I know they are, and I would be better off without them, I’m very defensive of my coping mechanisms, I take care of them, because they take care of me… in a way, I see them as taking away my primary feeling at the time, which is usually guilt, anxiety, determent, hurt, things along those lines, even just overwhelmed and feeling 100 feelings at once, my coping mechanisms are pretty good at taking away the mess and helping me to slow down, not feel it or completely ignore it. I don’t even like telling myself that they’re bad. But they are, and its not only slowing me down, but its potentially holding me back… I don’t know where I put weed on that spectrum because I know I abuse it but it helps me so much, I know I need to manage my use, I don’t want to lie. Ill try. I’m continuing to do things I don’t want to do to stay in the moment, and its hard, but I try. For me. My anti-psychs restarting to kick in and I’m getting super drowsy, I’m tired, but still hungry, might have some sugar toast lol, yes I eat sugar toast with lost of butter and idc, its all I eat lol, my sugar intake should not be legal I binge eat lollies like its popcorn, like those hard sugar lollies… I get a big bag of piñata lollies munch it like popcorn. Its a problem, i guess no lollies tomorrow either lol. I eat em when I’m BIG B WORD but once I start its like I can’t stop. No wonder I’m sick, I’m excited for this bag to be gone so I dont have to eat them anymore lmao, do you see my fat bitch mentality I have rn watch in a couple weeks ill hate food again and not eat for 5 months. Psycho. I’m gonna make some sugar toast lol. Brb

I better figure my shit out now while I’m still learning and not later on down the line when my foundation is secure, I’m sure it won’t be secure if my shit isint figured out but I have everything under control, it’s like a massive Hurd of bulls rushing towards me and I’m somehow controlling their next movements.

Certain people just take away all the pain for me, and I thank them for that, but theres heaps of other things I can do by myself that will fulfil me just as much, even more.

So I’ve come to realise I’ve got some sort of victim complex going on because why else am I still holding on so tight to things that hurt me? I need to stop feeling sorry for myself, I’ve been knowing that and like thinking about not feeling sorry for myself lmao, but to look at it fully and see I really do have a victim complex and I can’t get go of the feeling, but why should I hold on? I don’t want to guilt myself into letting go, I just want to let go, and I am, by fixing what I pushed away so many years ago, bring it to the front and figure out that fat knot in the chord, that shouldn’t even be here. Ugh, idk man. I think I’m making a lot of sense, I’m just trying to get it all out, I don’t feel sorry for myself when I look back, I see me making the right choice, every single time, whatever lead me here, to cut it off, thank you so much for bringing me here today. Im so embarrassed that it’s taken me this long, but that’s just a feeling it’ll pass, it’s not even that bad, I want to live for myself and that’s it, I’m absolutely worth it. I feel like I’ve already let it go I’m just stuck on the thoughts now lmao, I’m tripping too hard they’re just thoughts, clouds, movements, let themmmm moveeee onnnnn.

I’m totally okay with having a drink today, if the subject arises from Hayley or someone, I would love a glass of bubbles. I’m also done with going the way I have always gone, thats not the way up.

So I talked to my mum about me possibly having a drink tonight, she doesn’t think it’s a good idea, but she said if I feel like I’m in a spot where I can control how much I have, then by all means have a few drinks and enjoy yourself, but if you feel at any point it start to go down, stop. My problem is not stopping, this ripples out to me drinking as a coping mechanism and not as something fun to do with people you love, and let go. That’s what I wanna do, I wanna let go. I’m scared a beast might unleash, it’s not going to tho, because this is the good place. I’m quiet nervous tho aren’t I? I don’t want it to open up the doors for me to drink all the time. I don’t wanna do that, I just want to enjoy this one time, im aloud to. I know I am stronger and bigger than alcohol, and I can control it easily because I monitor my alcohol intake. Count my drinks? I don’t want my family to make assumptions about me if I chose the drink, I have grown and that’s not my way of thinking anymore, I guess me saying that is me judging myself, I have the full capability to live as I am, I have learnt so much and I have implemented more into my life. I’m coming at this from a different angle, i probably won’t even drink tonight who knows? But if I choose to, I choose to do it properly. Follow my mums rules and everything is fine.

I’m not going to let go of myself, I��ve got ahold of who I am and I’m not losing sight.

#blogging #new blog #mental health #actually bipolar #actually borderline #mental instability #actually bpd #original post #original writing #original words #addiction #alcholism

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eclipixels · 3 years

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Finding out and telling Kaneki you're preggo

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"You're leaving right now?" I yawned, still shaking off the dryness of the morning.

"Yup. See you in a bit." He responded tying the last knot on his shoe laces then lifting his head up to look at me. Oh those doe innocent precious eyes. Sigh

"Have fun learning about old dead people and words." I stretched my arms out towards him.

"I will and you better not forget to have fun at your doctor's appointment. They're gonna stick flashlights up your nose, ears and mouth." He smiled sheepishly leaning into my arms.

I felt the area around me sink as he rested his palms beside me, putting full support into them. A long kiss was shared between us ending with a soft and cute audible, "mwuah" from Kaneki.

And with a sweet kiss my lover dissipated out the cold door, leaving behind the warmth of our shared home and far-away from me.. but he'd return at like 4:00 PM or something.

I yawned once more, annoyed at the fact that yawning hurt my jaw and that I couldn't control it. After sitting there for a bit, I finally got up and got dressed. Soon after finishing my morning routine, I headed out to the doctors.

It was a regular check up with the whole sticking flashlights down your throat and nose along with the blood pressure machine thing. The last thing I had to do was pee in a cup.

I went in the bathroom, did my business and gave them back the pp cup. I waited inside my room for the doctor to return. I was about to text Kaneki checking up on him since he usually takes a break during this time but stopped as soon as the doctor came in. Finally.

"Well all your results seem great, there seems to be no problems. Vitals are all good, no sign of any health risks. Looks like you're healthy," He said nothing more or less than I expected. I was waiting for him to wrap it up so I could get home.

"Also, your labs came back and congratulations, you're 2 weeks pregnant Ms. L/n!" He finished.

Excuse me I'm what? 😃

"I'm pregnant?" I repeated.

"Yup, shows here you're exactly 2 weeks pregnant! Would you like us to help schedule you an appointment with your gynecologist for ultrasounds and pregnancy check ups?" The doctor asked politely.

"Uh no thank you, I'll do it when I get home." I spoke feeling a bit lightheaded.

"Alright then, you're all set! Just make sure to make your next appointment in y months." The doctor said and with that I made my way back home.

Fuck it's almost 4, Kaneki would be home any minute now. God, what do I do? Should I tell him yet or should I wait? Holy pickle salad, what if he doesn't want the baby? What will I do then?

"Y/N!! I'M HOME!!" Kaneki yelled with glee as he took off his shoes and quickly held me in a tight hug like a little child.

"How was your day?" I giggled in his arms.

"Same old routine oh and I got lunch with Hide at this really cool bakery. I would've brought some for you but I want to take you there myself so you could have it while It's still warm." He smiled, guiding me into our room so he could tell me more about his day.

Immediately he started changing into something more comfortable, a black t-shirt and dark grey shorts. He then sighed as he laid down on the matress, feeling his hand link with mine.

Just then, I suddenly felt really hungry. No, this isn't a pregnancy craving, I'm just a hungry bitch.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked noticing my troubled faced.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry." I muttered.

"Oh ok, I'll order some pizza then." He smiled, rushing out the door to find his phone. God damn he's so cute.

"Wait! I forgot to ask, do you want a side of garlic cheese bread too?" He stuck his head through the door with the phone held behind him.

"Of course I do!" I said in disbelief.

"Ok" He laughed at my expression before leaving the room. I think that laugh just impregnated me- oh wait, I already am pregnant. Oh, shit, that. I'm still in that dilemma.

"Ok, they'll deliver since I'm tired and don't wanna go out." He said as he sat next to me one again.

"Yay!" I lunged towards him in a hug, careful with my tummy though.

"So anything interesting you did today?" I asked taking a bite of the pizza.

"I don't think so. It was mundane. Nothing much happened except for what I told you" he yawned, drooping his eyes.

"You're tired though." I narrowed my eyes.

"It's probably just from working out." He accidentally slipped, slapping his hand over his mouth.

"Working out?" I smirked.

"S-shut up" He blushed.

"There's nothing to be insecure about. Although I do love your feminine looking ass a lot, I wouldn't mind." I leaned closer to his ear before letting out a mischievous giggle.

"Stooooppp, now I don't even wanna do it anymore." He crossed his arms.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're making me feel embarrassed." He turned his head to the opposite side, attempting to avoid my stare.

"But.. I love your body. No matter the change." I smiled, snaking my hand under his shirt, gliding it over his smooth stomach.

"mm, keep doing that" He sighed leaning back. I then rested my head on his lap, tracing random shapes on his bare abdomen. He did have to run around campus a lot so I understand why he's tired.

"Why do you want to work out though?" I asked, truly puzzled.

"B-because I wanna be able to pick you up and stuff a-and you're always doing the hard work around here.. I want to help too! Ugh, this is so embarrassing." He held his head in his hands.

"No it's not."

"You stroke my ego too much. It's bad for me." He sighed.

"That's not the only thing I can stroke for you-" I was cut off by Kaneki's hand covering my mouth, muffling my words.

"Don't!" Kaneki said with widened eyes.

I only laughed and bit his palm for him to let go.

"Anyway, how was your day at the doctor's." Kaneki remembered to ask.

"Oh the doctors said I'm fine." I replied calmly.

"That's good" He leaned over to take another pizza slice, holding it above my mouth for me to eat. Kaneki then took a sip of his drink.

"Oh yeah and I'm pregnant too by the way— if that matters though." I said, purposely using a nonchalant tone as I took another bite of the pizza.

"YOU'RE WHAT!?" Ken shrieked as pepsi blew out his nose.

#kaneki ken x reader #kaneki ken #tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul #kaneki x reader #kaneki #anime x y/n

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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Kid!MC/Teen!MC Needs someone to go to Parent Teacher Interviews for Them and Guess Who’s Available?

Masterlist

The brothers being bad babysitters/dad figures is something I love very much, I bet you all could already tell that considering the Fic/Headcanon series I have going on. I would just like you all to know that Asmo’s section is based on a true story. Anyhoo~ onto the Headcanons!

Why? Why Him? (Lucifer)

Is MC really dumb, or are they just a kid? No one knows.

Obviously MC asked Lucifer, the only competent one in the house, the most professional, hard-working, controlled-

MC got their things together and gave Lucifer the run down on their teacher(s) before Lucifer got too absorbed in extolling his own virtues in an intense internal monologue.

News flash Lucifer, this isn’t a Shakespeare play, you can’t have a dramatic monologue or soliloquy about how great you think you are

At the actual meeting, if MC is in there, no, MC is not actually in there. Lucifer will speak to the teacher as if MC isn’t there. As someone whose not a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down kind of person, Lucifer expects the teacher to behave the same and not spare MC’s feelings.

Feelings do not deserve to be spared if MC is being a nuisance. No fake-kid/little sibling of his gets to be the class idiot!

If MC’s doing very well academically, he expects to be pointed at projects or tests they’ve done and the grade on it. It really makes him proud to see MC doing well.

Even if they’re not the best academically, if they’re not failing and they’re doing well in other aspects of school, he’s proud.

If MC really struggles in a school environment and just hates it there but they’re still keeping their head above water, they get a head pat of approval.

On the drive home, if MC came with him to the parent teacher interviews and everything went well, he just happens to turn onto the street that has a Baskin Robin’s or something of that caliber.

If they didn’t go, he picks something up on the way back.

No fun treats if MC is being a disruptive little heathen in class, no kid under Lucifer’s care is going to be the class Mammon. Not on his watch.

MC was busily stuffed their face with the treats that were gifted to them. Lucifer had to hold himself back from rolling his eyes at the kid’s blatant disregard for basic table manners when it came to sweets.

“Is everything the teacher said true?” Lucifer asked, MC looked up at him with a smile.

“Yep!”

“Good, good.” Lucifer held out his hand and patted them on the head. “You’re doing well. Keep it up.”

“Geez,” MC mumbled as they continued to stuff their face. “Can you get anymore affectionate?”

“Don’t be sarcastic, MC. It’s uncouth.” Lucifer said sternly. “Besides, I’ll have you know that many people enjoy my headpats. I’m quite affectionate.”

“Really now? Name one person.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He and MC stared each other down, one pair of eyes much more nervous than the other. Spoiler, MC was still calmly eating their treat as they maintained eye contact.

“…Cerberus.”

“If you’re reaching for Cerberus, you’ve already lost.”

…his pride was under attack. Right in front of his desert…

“You’re grounded.”

“Worth it.”

*Rides by on a Skateboard* School is for NERDS (Mammon)

Pff! Stupid human! He’s not goin’ to some lame parent teacher conference-

Wait! What’s with that face?! Ugh… fine. MC’s gone and forced his hand with those damn puppy dog eyes…

Mammon does not dress up for this event, he dresses like he would every day, maybe throw on some designer stuff to let all the parents and teachers know he’s hot shit.

If MC goes with him, he pulls up in his beloved car and takes up two parking spaces (pure evil.). Every parent present already hates him, but at least the other kids there are impressed with MC’s sweet ride. MC would have gained some street cred if Mammon hadn’t managed to trip up the stairs to the classroom in front of everyone.

He’ll act way to casual with the teacher, turning the parent chair backwards and sitting down so he can lean on the seat.

Mammon gets bored crazy quickly while the teacher lists and explains all the stuff the class is learning, so his eyes begin to wander to any and all displays in the classroom. Projects, annoying posters, class pet, anything is more interesting than this teacher’s explanation.

When MC finally becomes the main topic of the interview, he’s all ears. MC’s doing great in school academically? Ha! Nerd! Maybe giving MC a playful noogie and interrupting the whole interview wasn’t a good idea, but whatever.

If MC’s failing anything, or just isn’t that gifted when it comes to grades, it’s very much a “Aw man me too” from Mammon.

This teacher is speaking with the Great Mammon, the first demon in RAD’s history to fail three semesters in a row. If this teacher thinks bad grades will phase him, they’re dead wrong.

Grades don’t mean anythin’ about smarts anyway! I mean, look at him! He’s a fuckin’ genius but he can’t get through a history test without sobbing even though he LIVED THROUGH MOST OF IT.

MC gets treats no matter what’s up in class. Though, if MC didn’t go with him, he’s likely to forget and just order something for the two of them when he gets back home.

“Goddamn teachers and their rambling!” Mammon whined, grabbing a slice of pizza from the open box on his coffee table. “You owe me, MC! Ya really do!”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” MC said, they leaned over and rolled a pizza slice into a pizza-scroll then proceeded to eat it like a veggie roll. “How do you think I feel, listening to them every day? You know how long it takes to get to the actual class material?”

“Five years?”

“Ugh! Five years if I’m lucky! I swear, I know more about my teacher’s grievances with like… five of my classmates than I do about trigonometry, and guess which one’s on the test next week?”

Mammon winced in sympathy, then remembered he was supposed to be whining and went back to it. “School’s shit and a waste of money, ya should drop out as soon as you can and help me run my new business.”

“You mean your pyramid scheme?”

“It’s not a pyramid scheme, MC! It’s legit! It’s a multi-tiered marketing-”

“It’s a pyramid scheme.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SOCIAL INTERACTION (Leviathan)

Everyone else must have been sick or something for MC to have asked Levi. He’d flat out refuse to go otherwise.

So, Levi couldn’t exactly go to the interview in his usual “I haven’t left my room or changed clothes in eight weeks” look. With the help of MC, he was able to find his military uniform at the back of his closet.

Asmo nearly fainted when he saw Levi in the uniform, not because “oooo, a man in uniform~”, it was because the outfit was so crumpled and wrinkled that it made it physically painful to look at. No time to iron and wash, the conference was in an hour!

Levi (and MC if they went with) rolled up to the school in a less than impressive ride, but one look at the uniform and all the other people present went “yep, time to be respectful (tm)”

For the first time in his life Levi was more intimidating than Lucifer! And he wasn’t even trying!

When the teacher starts explaining the course material, Levi spaces off in horror as he realizes he remembers literally nothing from school (AND HE’S STILL IN SCHOOL!) all that’s running through his head is “A squared + B squared = C squared” and “the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell”.

The actual interview was the least interesting part of the trip, the real stuff happened when Levi passed by some art on display in the hallway and something caught his eye-

Those colours… that hair… that adorable smile..!

IT WAS HER! LEVI’S PRECIOUS RURI-CHAN IN ALL HER GLORY!

Levi immediately started fawning over the art class fanart and by sheer coincidence, one of the kids walking through the hallway happened to notice.

The kid asked MC if their… parent and or guardian liked anime. MC responded with “obviously.” Levi then asked the kid if they drew his adorable Ruri-chan. The kid said no, and that they drew the My Hero Academia fanart a few rows down.

Levi was absolutely floored that there were two anime fans in one class, then his entire world shattered when MC explained there was more anime art inside the art room and other classrooms.

H-hang on… did that mean that… a lot of people here… liked anime..?

Levi needed a while to process. No snacks on the way home…

Levi and MC were sat in the back of their Uber, Levi, the Avatar of Envy himself, was having his entire sense of reality warped. S-so much anime fanart… in a school of all places..! What did this mean for the future of anime?!

“Levi. Stop.” MC sighed. “If this were an anime, the camera angle would be doing that thing where it’s right on the bridge of your nose and dramatic music plays in the background.”

“S-so many kids in your class like a-anime huh..?” Levi stuttered, weakly trying to smile. “Must be nice..?”

“Oh, that’s just my class. The other classes and grades have their fans too.”

“Oh… really?”

“Levi,” MC stopped looking out the window and looked at the otaku that was having a full scale silent mental breakdown. “Anime isn’t even a niche interest anymore. It’s a pretty casual thing to watch now. At least a third of my class watches- Levi?”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH! ANIME! A THIRD OF THE CLASS?! ANIME… HIS PRECIOUS ANIME… WAS BECOMING A NORMIE INTEREST! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

“Levi?” MC waved their hand in front of their spaced out demon’s face. “Leviiiii? Okay he’s dead.”

The Know it All (Satan)

Ah, a smart choice, MC. Satan would be glad to help further their education. He’ll do everything in his power to make sure that the human’s brain is fed all that sweet sweet knowledge.

Satan can’t dress himself normally, MC had to coax him into a suit jacket, but he still only wore one sleeve.

MC was coming along to the interviews whether they wanted to or not, it’s important to hear what they need to improve on from the teacher themselves after all.

The two arrived pretty early, so Satan asked MC for a tour of the school. It was pretty tame until they reached the library. Satan was horrified at the state of some of the books…

Their spines lined with duct tape… pages missing and torn… someone apparently used a taco as a book mark…

The first thing Satan does when it’s time for his interview is demand the teacher take better care of the library, even though they’re not the librarian. MC tries to explain this, but Satan is too distraught to listen to reason.

He enjoyed hearing about the course material, but he made it known if MC thinks the assignments are too easy that they need to be given more challenging work. THEIR BRAIN NEEDS TO BE STIMULATED DAMN IT.

It was up to MC to either agree with Satan and nod to the teacher, or make frantic eye contact with them to try and communicate “NO DON’T PLEASE”.

Similar to (ugh) Lucifer, as long as MC is doing their best, he’s happy for them.

…but if they are in any way in the running for valedictorian he is HELPING THEM WIN.

He decided to stop at a cafe or bookstore to let MC pick out a “congrats on surviving your pitiful school” present after the interviews.

MC gleefully perused the shelves of the bookstore, there were so many books too look at…

“I’ll buy you as many books as you’d like, MC, just,” Satan shuddered slightly. “Promise me you won’t treat them like those poor library books…”

MC put their hand over their heart. “I swear on the duct taped book spines that I will never treat a book like that.”

“Good… good…” Satan breathed a sigh of relief and went back to looking at his book about cats.

“Are you… reading a Warrior Cats book..?” MC asked tentatively.

“Yes, why?”

“Satan, put that back.”

“I Will Seduce the Teacher For the Sake of Your Grades, Don’t Worry.” (Asmodeus)

Oh MC dear! He’d be delighted to go! Just let him get ready~

Asmo may not be the best choice, but he was at least going to be the best dressed person at that conference. (And MC just had to come too so all the other parents could be jealous of how well coordinated their outfits are)

He teased MC a little by saying he was going to flirt with their teacher to make sure they passed the class, but he was just kidding! …but he made sure to ask if their teacher was cute, he needed to know!

While waiting for his turn, Asmo flirts with some of the single parents, if he doesn’t see a wedding ring, they’re fair game.

Once his time slot arrived, MC realized that Asmo is one of those “my child has done and will do nothing wrong ever” types. This may have ended up working in MC’s favour if they were a class nuisance.

If MC is doing very well in sports, clubs, grades, anything, Asmo is fawning over them and gushing to the teacher about how great, smart and adorable they are.

Asmo surprisingly does not exactly flirt with the teacher, he was just teasing MC after all. But um… if MC’s teacher just happens to be cute and young, he may turn up the charm, just a little. Enough to make the teacher giggle and make MC cover their face in embarrassment.

After the interviews Asmo will probably schedule a nice day out for the two of them, shopping, a movie, mani pedis, something fun!

The real weird stuff happens in the months after the interviews… if Asmo did lightly flirt with the teacher, MC gets quite a few questions about their guardian. Questions that ask if Asmo is single in not as many words…

Oh lord, MC’s teacher developed a crush on Asmo.

Nail painting night was supposed to be a fun occasion, but MC was hopping mad and embarrassed. Asmo didn’t seem to notice as he continued to paint the little human’s nails.

“And then I told Phenex to get lost. The nerve of that little monster, right MC?” When MC didn’t reply, Asmo looked up and tilted his head. “MC?”

MC’s angry face would have been much more threatening if they weren’t just so adorable, but it was getting the message across.

“MC..?”

“Asmo.” MC’s glare deepened. “My teacher wants to know if you’re single.”

Asmo blinked a few times, before he hit his tongue to keep from laughing. “Really now~. I knew they’d be madly in love with me-”

“WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIIIIIIIIIIIS?!”

Oh My Demon King is That a BAKE SALE?! (Beel)

Of course Beel said yes! He’d gladly go to MC’s parent teacher interview!

He even put on a nice outfit :D he ended up looking a bit like a secret serviceman guarding MC, the tiny president.

Beel stopped for McDonald’s on the way there, all the other kids were so jealous of MC when they stepped out of the car eating fries.

But a little something something caught Beel’s eye when he and MC walked into the school… was that a… bake sale?

MC quickly explained that the bake sale was fundraiser for their class trip that year and the snacks weren’t complimentary. He had to pay.

And pay Beel did. He cleared out the entire table. MC’s grade’s overnight trip was going to be decadent as hell. That was no longer a crowd funded thing, that trip was privately funded by a tall buff ginger secret service member and this tiny in comparison child.

Kids are incredibly blunt, just like Beel, so when a random kindergarten kid wandered over, looked up at Beel, and very knowingly said “you’re very tall”. Beel was like “yeah”. The kid then said “what’s it like being that tall?”

Beel’s response to this kid’s question was to pick them up and hold them for a few seconds before placing them back down. For just a few moments this kid knew what it like to be over 6’4. Of course, more kids swarmed in and asked to be picked up.

Sure it was cute, but Beel now has an army of kids ranging from kindergarteners to third graders.

Finally, the conference actually began. Beel snacked the entire time and dutifully listened to everything the teacher had to say.

After the interviews are over, he checks with MC to make sure everything the teacher said was true and that they weren’t lying. If all was well, the two made their exit.

They stopped at Wendy’s on the way home.

“I’m so full…” MC groaned, Beel held up a massive cookie.

“So I can eat this?”

“No. Gimme that.” MC took a very defeated bite out of it. “My stomach says no but my mouth says yes…”

“I don’t want you to get a stomachache, MC,” Beel said worriedly. “No more snacks.”

“It’s a little late for that. It’s past nine and I’m still eating, there’s no way I’m getting to sleep at a reasonable hour.”

“Oh…” Beel mumbled. “I may have not completely thought this through.”

“*Snore* Huh? Wha? MC’s Grades? Uh… Fuck…” (Belphie)

MC must be failing a class or something because why on earth would they pick Belphie otherwise.

They ask him to go while he’s delirious from just waking up from a nap, he sort of half nods and mumbles some gibberish before going back to sleep.

MC had to basically carry his ass to the school. Belphie drooled all over them in the waiting room, and when it was their time to go into the interview, Belphie had to be manually put into the chair and slapped awake.

He barely listens, he just sits and nods along with whatever the teacher is saying. The teacher could say MC brought an alligator to school and he’d just go “uh huh…” “mmmph… yep…” “really now?” then yawn.

The only thing that could possibly get Belphie to be interested is if MC is studying space. If they are, than boy howdy is Belphie suddenly interested in their education.

Other than that? *snore*

If MC is in fact failing or doing poorly, MC’s teacher asks to see another one of MC’s guardians at a later date. Their plan failed miserably.

MC drags Belphie out of the school and yells at him for not helping them. Belphie, still sleep delirious, tries to press the snooze button. MC does not have a snooze button.

“Belphie!” MC shouted, shaking the Avatar of Sloth awake. The House of Lamentation’s resident bastard was somehow sleeping standing up outside. “HOW COULD YOU?!”

“Eh?” Belphie half-snorted and looked around confused. “What’d I do? Where are we?”

“At my school! You said that you’d go to my parent teacher interviews!”

“…MC I don’t think I’d pass well for you.”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO AS MY GUARDIAN!”

“Sheesh,” Belphie murmured while he rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes. “You humans are so noisy.”

MC looked up at their dearest demon friend, and gave him their best glare. “I’m going to take all your fancy temperature changing pillows and switch them with normal pillows you traitorous bastard.”

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The Empress, Part VIII

A/n: To everyone reading, thanks for being patient with me for writing this chapter. Life's been busy and this came out much later than I planned, but I wanted to continue this story and write it to the best of my ability. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and as a reward there is a spicy (albeit very subtle) ending ;)

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Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 6400

Chapters: 8/10

Chapter Summary: After a bad dream reveals Y/n's anxieties about her job and relationship with Kylo Ren moving to fast for her to keep up with, she takes the difficult but necessary steps to confront her feelings

Story Summary: As Kylo Ren steps into power as Supreme Leader, he struggles to use his power to effectively lead the Empire. Y/N is a renowned Commander eagerly working her way up the ranks. Her loyalty to the Empire is tested when the Supreme Leader suddenly takes an interest in her. When one date becomes several and she is ultimately tasked with becoming Empress and wife of the Supreme Leader, will Y/N be able to handle that kind of power outside the commander’s uniform?

CW: angst, swearing, romance, kissing, making out, fluff, allusions to sex(??)

“About time we dragged your ass out,” my friend Karmir exclaims as the server brings out our drinks and appetizers. I look to our other friend Balia as she digs into the appetizer and nods in agreement.

“I know,” I say shyly. I reach across the table to grab each of their hands in mine, “I needed this. And, I know we really needed this,” I earnestly say with a smile.

“Oh c’mon Y/n, they just brought out our drinks and you’re already getting sappy on us,” Karmir teases.

“Shut up!” I exclaim and toss a balled up napkin at him.

“So, how’re things with lover boy,” Balia asks.

“Ugh” I groan and take a sip of my drink.

“Trouble in paradise much,” Karmir smirks.

“Um, sort of. I mean, he’s great. He hasn’t done anything wrong. I think there’s just a lot more that comes with dating someone like him than I imagined and it’s starting to catch up to me now.”

“Like what? Does he have a secret doll collection? Does he sleep with socks on?” Karmir jokes and I snort at the thought.

“Oh stars no he does not have a secret doll collection,” I roll my eyes. “But I don’t actually know if he sleeps with his socks on or not.”

Balia and Karmir look at one another and then to me.

“You what?” Balia asks.

“What?”

“You don’t know how he sleeps?”

“No… should I?”

“Y/n, you’re telling us that you guys haven’t slept together before, like never shared a REM cycle with the guy?”

“Um… no?”

“Y/n,” my friends exclaim in shock.

“What?!”

“You haven’t spent the night with him yet?” Karmir asks.

“No, isn’t it kind of early for that,” I guiltily ask.

“Hm, I mean definitely go at whatever pace is comfortable for you, but to be honest, if that hasn’t happened yet I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened soon,” Balia advises and I widen my eyes in response.

“Do you really think so?”

“Yeah Balia’s right,” Karmir chimes in.

“I mean, it’s kind of hard to do that for us. Any time we spend time together, we usually meet up in some third location. I’ve never even been to his quarters before, until…,” I start to say before it hits me. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. That wasn’t a real memory. But why did it feel that way?

“Y/n,” Balia calls out to me while Karmir snaps his fingers.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?” Balia asks

“You look like you’re gonna pass out on us, kid,” Karmir adds and moves a glass of water towards me. I take it and swallow several gulps.

“I’m sorry, I just remembered something incorrectly.”

Balia and Karmir raise eyebrows at one another then look at me, both with an equally quizzical facial expression.

“I’ve never been to his quarters in real life, but I went once… in a dream.”

“Oh… Well… a dream doesn’t exactly count, Y/n.”

“No, you don’t understand. I mean, yes, I know it doesn’t count in the grand scheme of things, but… it… it just felt realistic enough.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Balia asks me and I look into her wide black eyes framed with short curly lashes. I really look into them. I didn’t think I’d want to talk about this at all but the look in her eyes gives me the comfort I need and reassurance that it’s ok to face these things. That I’m not alone. Because if I can’t tell my best friends in the entire world about these things, then who could I tell?

I press my lips in a line and nod.

“Several nights ago I had this… this beautiful yet terrifying dream. I’ve never dreamt of something so lifelike before. But some of the things that happened in the dream really shook me up, so much so that… that I didn’t even tell Kylo about it. I haven’t told anyone about it.”

“What happened, Y/n?”

“The first thing I remember was walking through his quarters. It was my first time being there. I can’t even remember why he brought me, but somehow it was just the two of us in such an intimate space. Up until that point, in my waking life, I had thought a lot about what his quarters might be like. I thought about how big of a step it would be for us to see into the parts of our lives that are kept private and that thought terrified me. And in my dream, I wasn’t afraid, at least not at first. As I walked around I thought that his place was exactly how I imagined it would be. The physical representation of him in a living space was very comforting to me somehow. But it also reminded me that there are many parts of our lives that are still separate from one another and I don’t think I want to keep them that way for much longer. It scares me, but I think I want him to be a bigger part of my life. I think as each day passes, he means more and more to me. More than I’ll ever really understand or care to admit…” I pause, realizing what I’m saying.

It’s funny how little power an emotion can have when you keep it neatly tucked away in the back of your mind or your heart, until you fully vocalize it and realize just how much it can be a part of you if you let it.

“Oh Y/n, honey,” Balia coos and reaches across the table to hold my hand.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve actually said that out loud before, and even though it’s how I feel it also makes me want to cringe out of my skin,” I laugh.

“It’s okay Y/n, it looks like our baby is in love,” Karmir gushes and I scrunch my face and physically cringe my body at his words earning a chuckle from them both.

“Wait, but how did it turn into a nightmare,” Karmir asks.

“So, um, things started getting kinda heated after that,” I say with a blush and carefully select my words after, slightly uncomfortable with articulating the topic. “Um, things moved to the bedroom which kind of freaked me out at first. He was being a little cocky and forward in the dream which is a bit unusual for him but kind of hot,” I giggle and Balia and Karmir join in.

“Oh I just know his dark side has got to be good,” Karmir sighs.

“Did he show you how to use his lightsaber,” Balia winks.

“Balia,” I feel an instant blush rise to my cheeks raising the temperature of the room by a good one hundred degrees. “Oh stars no! Things escalated, but not that much. And even if we wanted to I don’t think it could’ve happened because at one point like hundreds of candles magically showed up and started a fire in his room and we had to run out and it was just this whole chaotic mess and–

“Is that? No, it can’t be! Vice admiral Y/n,” a familiar voice teases while sliding into the seat next to me. I look across to Balia and Karmir who give me an equal look of confusion. I swallow my drink and turn towards the perpetrator.

“Locke, what are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t I come and congratulate the First Order’s best and brightest,” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Looks like you just did,” I sarcastically quip.

Locke clutches the fabric of his shirt over his heart.

“That hurts, y/n,” he jokes and I roll my eyes with a smile. What is he doing here, of all places? And why now of all times? Is seeing this man for forty hours a week not enough? And before I can even ask why he’s here, he says “So do you feel it yet?”

“Feel what?”

“The power, the prestige… the force maybe? I don’t know.”

I shrug and shake my head.

“C’mon, there’s gotta be something. Please, give a young novice commander some hope that things get better,” he jokingly pleads with puppy dog eyes. I hate to admit this, but if Locke wasn’t a soldier in the First Order, he could’ve made a decent actor.

“Shut up Locke, you’ve been doing this just as long as I have. We’re no different.”

“Oh but our uniforms say otherwise,” he replies, referring to the new uniform patch reflecting my new rank that I received this morning. I choose to ignore his implication and remain neutral.

“Oh, you mean how they both say First Order Defenders?”

“You know what I mean,” he replies with a smack of his lips.

“I do, but you seem to forget that we’re on the same team.”

He offers me a contemplative look. I look at Balia and Karmir who mouth “what is happening right now?”

“Well in that case, as long as you promise to have each other's backs when we set out to Korr then I think we’re all good here.”

“What,” Karmir chokes on his drink.

“You’re going back to Planet Korr again?” Balia asks and I sullenly nod. I’m actually really excited to be going back to Korr, but I know it’s at the expense of the time I could be spending with them.

“Why? You were literally just there. We haven’t had enough time with our favorite star girl since she got back.”

Karmir is partially right. I was just on a mission to Korr a month or two ago, but in the time since I’ve been back I’ve spent nearly all of it busy with work. And in the small fraction of time I have outside of work, I usually spend it with Kylo. Well, that was until the dream... But even then, I know I need to make more time for my friends which was what tonight was supposed to be about till Locke crashed it.

“I know,” I reply with a hint of guilt. “Things have been ramping up a lot at work so I have to go back for a few weeks to establish the new First Order Base.“

“Woah, but that’s really good news right” Balia asks and I nod with an appreciative smile.

“A few weeks? Damn, well when do you leave?” Karmir asks.

“Next week,” I solemnly shrug.

“Well, I guess that’s just all the more reason to celebrate and make the most of the time we have now,” Balia cheers and raises her glass.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” I gleefully respond and raise my glass to the air. Karmir joins in and Locke waits for my nod of approval to follow suit.

“Cheers,” we exclaim and clink glasses.

—

“Careful there,” Locke says as he places my arm across his shoulders and his arm across my mid back to steady me.

“Make sure you drink plenty of water before you go to sleep okay,” he adds. When we arrive at the door to my quarters, I lean against the wall and fish through my pockets for my key.

“Are you… taking care of me,” I tease with a smirk. He scoffs.

“Someone as smart as you should already know to drink water, but in this current… state… you look like you could use a reminder.”

“You know, you always have the perfect backhanded compliments. You never fail to create the ideal balance of niceness and rudeness all at the same time, how do you do it?”

He shrugs, “Natural talent I suppose” and I giggle.

“Who would’ve thought a commander would be the one taking care of the vice admiral,” he jokes.

“Ugh, don’t even say that and you are not even taking care of me… you’re just being a good friend,” I defend.

“Sure, you can call it that,” he shrugs.

“Seriously, thanks for bringing me back. Tonight was really fun even though you weren’t even invited.”

“Ugh, that was rude.”

“No it wasn’t! It was the truth. I mean, what else would you call my one night out with my friends being infiltrated by my nosy coworker?”

“A blessing in disguise,” he teases with wiggled eyebrows.

“Shut up,” I roll my eyes.

“That’s one way to thank a good friend for helping you get home safely,” he teases, but It brings an instant wave of guilt over me.

“I’m sorry, I just–”

“No, no, don't be sorry. I was just teasing. You don’t have to thank me, anyone with half a brain would look out for their own, you know?”

And I do know. The innate sense to protect and care for others runs deeply through both of us. We tease each other all the time and butt heads far too often, but I know it’s because of how similar we are.

“But, if you ever did, you know, want to thank me… maybe you could… I don’t know… put in a good word for me… with the Supreme Leader?” Locke asks while rubbing his palm against the back of his neck.

“What?” I inquire, instantly sobered by his question. I widen my brown eyes to lock onto his blue ones.

“You know, after this mission, maybe he’ll take notice of me and start bringing me on some more upper level assignments too.”

“Locke, what are you trying to say?” I press my lips in a thin line to hide their trembling motion.

“Well, I just see how much you’re progressing and a lot of people are noticing too. And don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you, really I am. In fact, I’m proud of you. I just know that if you can do it, then I can do it too, and I really really want to do it.” Why does this feel like both a praise and a slap to the face? Standard back-handed Locke compliment I suppose.

“Locke, what makes you think I could do anything for you that you can’t already do yourself?”

“Well, because you have a connection with the Supreme Leader.” He says matter of factly.

“A connection? And what kind of connection is that?”

“The kind of connection where he would do anything for someone like you.”

What does that mean?

“What is that supposed to mean,” I ask with disgust, the stumbling girl from a few moments ago long gone by now.

“C’mon Y/n, I know things are only ever strictly business with you, but maybe if you opened your eyes just a bit, you would see that the Supreme Leader is kind of enamored with you.”

“Kind of, what a good unit of measurement,” I can’t help but poke fun at his choice of words.

“Y/n, seriously. I know you don’t see it, but that man looks at you like you’ve saved him or something. Like he’s seeing the creator of the universe in front of his very eyes whenever you’re near,” he explains. His perception of my relationship with Kylo is so off putting that I’m genuinely surprised by his words. My shock runs so high that it blocks out any anxiety at the fact that he’s figuring things out from reaching the forefront of my mind.

“I don’t know about that,” I respond, genuinely hesitant to believe Kylo looks at me that way because the few times we interact in public I feel like we make a good effort to seem as neutral and professional as possible.

“Well, I do. And I know this might be asking for a lot. And the last thing I ever intend to do is insult you, but I don’t know, I think it would help to have someone in my corner, you know? Someone to advocate for me. If you said something to him about me, it might help me be able to defend the First Order in the way I always knew I was meant to.”

I take a long look at him, furrowing my eyebrows together with my mouth agape. I can’t believe he’s saying this to me right now.

“Locke, I say this because I care about you, and believe me, I’ll always be in your corner, but you must understand, I can’t possibly do that for you.”

“Why not? I would do it for you!”

“I don’t think you would.”

He opens his mouth then closes it and lets the words sink in.

“You should know that I’ve only gotten to where I am now because I didn’t rely on anyone else to advocate for me. Everything I’ve ever achieved was because I advocated for myself. And if you really want to do all the things you say you want to do, then you’re going to have to start advocating for yourself too.”

He exhales harshly, but I can see the spinning wheels in his head. A moment of silence passes between us.

“What is going on here? It is past curfew,” a synthesized voice authoritatively exclaims. I jump and turn to my left. A stormtrooper approaches us.

“We were just returning from the tavern,” I calmly explain.

“Yes, I wanted to ensure my friend's safe arrival home,” Locke rigidly responds.

“Well then, your job is done. You may go now,” the stormtrooper commands. Locke looks at me. He looks down then back into my eyes and says, “I’m sorry… Remember what I said about drinking water, okay?” I nod in response, partially frozen from processing the events that are transpiring before my very eyes.

By the time I blink my way back to reality Locke is gone and the stormtrooper is still at my side.

“Sorry, I’ll be heading inside now,” I announce. I turn to face the door and enter my key. I open the door and take a step forward. Right when I’m about to turn around and close my door, the storm trooper barks a “wait” and pushes past me into my quarters. They close the door and rush forward.

“Hey,” I exclaim. And just as quickly as they rushed into my space, the storm trooper swiftly removes their helmet, revealing a head of luminous charcoal black hair; the most beautiful head of hair in the galaxy. Right as the connection clicks in my head, he turns around to face me.

“Kylo, what the hell? What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? What are you doing? You’re out at all hours of the night with him? I haven’t seen you in days and you blow me off for him?” He throws the helmet across the floor.

“Kylo, please, there’s no need for that,” I gesture toward the helmet. “And, I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you. I made plans to go out tonight with Balia and Karmir. I haven’t seen them in a while and I really missed them. It was supposed to be just us till Locke showed up unexpectedly and crashed our night out. We all ended up drinking and he offered to walk me back to my quarters.”

Even adorned with the most durable white material in the galaxy, I can see the steep rise and fall of his chest. The sound of his heavy breathing permeates the room.

“And besides why would you barge into my room unannounced like that. I almost had a heart attack. And why are you dressed like that?”

He lets out a humph sound and proceeds to remove the various pieces of his stormtrooper ensemble.

“Isn’t it obvious? It was the only way I could see you without raising suspicion,” he says with a sigh. I exhale exasperatedly and plop onto my bed.

“I waited many hours for you and grew worried when you did not arrive,” he asserts. After removing his leg pieces, he sits in the chair across from the desk next to my bed and starts removing his upper body armor.

“I’m sorry Kylo, I should have told you. Things have just been getting really busy lately, I feel like my mind is all over the place. I knew spending time with them would make me feel better.”

“Yeah well I wanted to spend time with you too.”

“Kylo, please, can you just try to understand–”

“Understand what? The fact that my girlfriend has been avoiding me like the plague for no reason whatsoever and when she finally does agree to spend time with me she blows me off without so much as a warning?”

“It’s not like that,” I mutter, feeling the blood in my body turn to a boil.

“Then what is it like, Y/n?”

I inhale sharply at the sound of his boots being slammed onto the floor.

“I just lost track of time.”

“Bullshit, Y/n!”

“It’s true, I… things were busy at work and then by the time it was over, Balia and Karmir dragged me out to the tavern and next thing you know here we are now.”

“Y/n, c’mon.”

“That’s what happened!” I exclaim and leap off my bed to pace across my small room.

“Fine whatever, if that’s the excuse you have for today then how do you explain this week? You practically ran out of any room I walked into and denied every invitation I sent you to spend time together outside duty hours.”

I stop in my tracks and look at him. He leans forward with his forams atop his thighs. He looks up at me and his gaze is so intense that I look away.

“I just, I’ve been busy with work, is all,” I shrug.

“Y/n, I know when you’re busy and I know when you’re avoiding me,” he replies and climbs out of the chair. He walks toward me and I turn around so that my back faces him.

“I’m not avoiding you,” I lie.

“Y/n, you’re doing it right now,” he says with a hint of a smile in his voice.

He approaches me, standing close enough for me to feel the heat of his body and smell the scent of his skin but far enough that no part of our bodies touch. His proximity is so intoxicating that I can’t even think of how to respond.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asks softly.

“I’m not,” I breathlessly reply. He tucks a finger into a strand of my hair and gently brushes it across my shoulder to fall along my back, proceeding to produce goosebumps along the back of my neck.

“I think you’re lying,” he whispers. I shiver from the contact of his breath, hot and heavy, coating my left ear.

“Well, I’m not, I really have been busy at work.”

“I see, well perhaps I should remind Hux to coordinate a time management training, it seems the brigade could use it,” he teases. I turn around and glare at him.

“Hey! Just because I’m not the Supreme Leader doesn’t mean I don’t have a demanding and stressful job, okay?” I exclaim with a wagging index finger. He grabs my hand and interlaces our fingers

“I never said you didn’t,” he smirks. I remove my hand from his hold.

“Well you’re insinuating that my lack of free time stems from time management issues when in actuality stems from the fact that a certain vice admiral has a lot on her plate trying to defend her boyfriend's empire,” I huff and walk away from him. I take a few steps and end up in front of my door. I turn around angrily and stomp to my refresher room, passing Kylo in my wake. I roughly open the door and step through. I look at myself in the mirror. A light flush laces over my cheeks. My lack of sleep is evident in the bags under my eyes. I look horrid.

I reach out for a cloth rag and run warm water over it. I start to remove the makeup from my face when I hear Kylo’s footsteps padding toward me.

“Y/n,” he coaxes, but I’m still too upset to let it comfort me.

“What?” I glare at him through the mirror.

“Allow me,” he whispers and I turn around in confusion. He holds out his hand, palm side up near my hand with the makeup remover cloth. I look from the cloth to his eyes and he nods. I sigh and place the cloth in his large hand.

“Sit,” he softly says and I sit on the limited counter space next to my sink.

He slowly makes his way toward me. He reaches his arm out and places one hand on the back of my neck. WIth the other, he places loving strokes across my cheeks. I close my eyes and let out a huff. He removes the rest of my makeup in silence and places a soft kiss on my forehead to finish.

“There,” he says and I flutter my eyelids open. I peer up at him and he mouths the words, “so beautiful”. I offer a meek half smile in return.

“Y/n, I know the demands of your duties have greatly increased and on the one hand I couldn’t be more pleased. It brings me great joy to see your performance suitably rewarded. But I find it hard to believe that that alone is what is causing this behavior,” he comments while cupping my face with his right hand and stroking his thumb in soft slow circles along the skin of my cheek.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, since when have you ever shied away from a challenge? Becoming one of the First Order��s youngest vice admirals is no small feat. It’s something you should be proud of. I know I am.”

“Thanks,” I offer with another meek smile, too exhausted and afraid to give much more. But it doesn’t escape my notice how lightweight my heart feels at the sound of his praise for me.

“So really, what’s got you worked up so much my little star?”

Where do I even start? I mean he’s right. Under normal circumstances I would jump up and down at being promoted to vice admiral. But it’s hard to relish in the achievement when all of the First Order’s eyes are on me all the time waiting for me to mess up. They’re on me for becoming one of the youngest vice admirals. They’re on me for extending First Order dominance to the planets of Korr and potentially Myr. They’re on me when I hang out with my friends and when I talk to my coworkers about any little thing. They’re on me when I’m with Kylo. And even when I think I’m free from their gaze, it looms in my mind and penetrates my dreams. It’s absolutely exhausting.

“It’s just a lot. A lot is going on and it’s all happening really fast,” I say, hesitant to add any more. I shift, uncomfortable under his adorning gaze. I stand up from the sink and rub along my sore behind. Kylo steps backward to give me room. I sway past him and enter my room. I pause, sweeping my gaze from my desk in the corner to my full size bed and then to the door leading to the hall outside.

“Vice admiral quarters have got to be an upgrade compared to this, right?”

“Yes, they are,” he chuckles, “but even then, I’m sure you’ll outgrow them soon.”

He comments as he walks past me and climbs onto my bed.

“Kylo, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m getting comfortable,” he replies nonchalantly while sitting with his back against my headboard. I never imagined Kylo would ever be in my quarters. I figured it would take a while to get to the point where I would go over to his, but I never imagined him being in mine, especially like this.

“Come here,” he pleads and pats the spot between his legs. I gulp and climb onto the opposite side of the bed.

“A little closer,” he commands and I scoot forward an inch.

“Closer,” he repeats his words and I repeat my actions.

“Y/n, do I need to use The Force right now,” he cheekily asks.

“I know you think you’re being funny but that’s not a cool thing to say. You know how I–”

Before I can even finish my sentence, he leans forward and picks me up as though I were weightless and places me on his lap with a leg on either side of his hips. He locks his arms around my waist to cage me in.

“Kylo, what the fuck?” I push away at his stupidly broad chest. He looks down at me with amusement.

“Maybe I should use that trick more often. I kind of like it when you swear at me.”

“Kylo! You’re being really weird right now. You’re–,” I cut off with a gasp and fully blown out eyes.

“What?”

I look down at our entangled limbs and back into his glassy brown eyes. This feels a little too much like deja vu right now. I can’t do this right now. I try to wrangle out of his grasp, but his muscles are so dense they don’t even budge.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“I–” I start not even sure how to express what I’m feeling. I butt my head into the hardened muscles of his defined chest with a “humph”. I stay there like that, motionless, but finding increasing comfort in our lack of eye contact and the softness of his fingertips at my lower back.

“And I’m the one that’s acting weird?”

“Mhm,” I whine, voice muffled by his shirt. He places his hands along either side of my face and gently gestures my head upward. I sullenly follow his lead and look at him exasperatedly. Below his eyes are bags that resemble mine. I know why I haven’t been able to sleep, but what could be worrying him?

“Talk to me, my love. Please,” he softly whimpers and I sigh.

“It’s hard,” I whisper, looking back and forth between his eyes.

“I know baby, I know it is. But you’ve done much harder things, might I add, with the grace and ease I could only dream of.”

I pull my head back slightly, mouth slightly agape at his words. The use of the term of endearment and vulnerable thought leaves me breathless.

“Really?” He nods and smiles a small but warm smile. His bottom lip curls slightly and I raise my right index finger to run softly across it.

“Do you know why I really came here?”

“You didn’t come because I missed our date?”

“Well, that was part of it, but there was something else.”

“If it wasn’t because of that, then what could it have been about?”

He inhales deeply, thinking carefully about what words he’s going to say next. I shuffle closer towards him, enough to press my upper body against his. I peer up at him, letting him know that whatever he has to say, I’ll be okay.

“Many days ago… I sensed a disturbance within The Force. I hadn’t felt something like that in quite some time, so as you can imagine it was fairly alarming. But what made it more so was the fact that I could sense it had something to do with you,” he pauses, searching within my own eyes. He can’t possibly be talking about…

“I know your feelings about The Force, but I was concerned you might have been harmed, so I tapped into the Force hoping it would lead me to you, but there was nothing. It was like looking through a telescope, I could only see a glimpse of something so far out of reach and only be able to do nothing about it.” His thick fingers slowly glide down from my face to my hips, almost as if it were a testament to my very real physical presence in front of him, reassuring that yes I’m here, yes I’m untouched.

“It drove me crazy worrying that something might have happened to you and knowing nothing, not being able to do anything,” he adds, his eyes growing darker under his furrowed eyebrows.

“Day in and day out I searched for you, I longed for you, and I was embraced with nothing. I ached to know if you were safe. The disturbance was gone almost as soon as I felt it, but I couldn’t ignore the feeling of something being outright wrong. It has brought me many sleepless nights since. I couldn’t last another one without finally seeing you for myself.”

We sit in silence for several moments while I process his words. Absent-mindedly, he rubs circles in my skin with his thumbs. I bring my hand up to cup his face and he leans into it before bringing his head upright and looking into my eyes.

“Has anything happened to you, Y/n? Have you been hurt at all? Has anything happened to disturb your peace?”

“No, nothing has happened to me and I haven’t been hurt. That last question is a bit loaded. I can think of several things that have disturbed my peace in the last few days alone.”

“Y/n,” he scolds.

“I know, I know… When did this happen?”

“Many days have passed since I felt it, I’ve lost track.”

“No I mean… where were you when it happened? What were you doing?”

“I awoke from slumber. A sharp physical pain woke me and then I felt it. It was fleeting, but I was cognizant enough to recognize it.” My heart instantly sinks to my stomach. Damn this stupid dream for wreaking havoc on not just me, but the love of my life too. I throw myself against him and wrap my arms around his neck. He tightens his hold on my waist.

“Kylo, I’m sorry,” I whisper, tears forming in my eyes.

“Sorry? What could you be sorry for?”

“Something did happen. Although I didn’t think it was a big enough deal to have told you. But I guess it was enough, enough for you to have felt the pain I was experiencing on that day and the days afterward.”

“Y/n, what happened?”

“I… I had a dream.”

“A dream?”

“Yes, a dream. It haunted me the night I had it and every night since. It was something I thought would be better if I dealt with on my own, but I haven’t been doing a very good job of that,” I explain while avoiding his gaze.

“What happened, my love?”

And before I realize it, I’m telling him. I’m telling him everything; every thought, every detail, every fear. I tell him about the dream, my anxieties about work, my fear of losing my connection to my friends, and how intimidated I am by my feelings for him and the implications of our relationship.

“And to top it all off, there’s something I’ve been wanting to say to you, but it’s been scaring the life out of me. I don’t know how you were able to say it so easily. For me, it feels like gathering the courage to say it takes the same amount of effort as running a marathon. But I’ve been working my way towards it and I need to say it now. I need you to hear me say it, okay? And that is…” I gulp, nearly choking on my admission.

“Kylo Ren, I am in love with you,” I say with more authority than care. I look into his eyes, searching for any sort of reaction.

“I love you, and it terrifies me to both feel and admit this because it is incredibly new to me.”

I’m prepared to choke out more words to add to my declaration but Kylo beats me to the punch. He whispers a quiet “shh” before he pulls me closer to him.

“I know how much it means for you to say that. Believe me, it wasn’t easy for me either, but now, it invigorates me beyond belief. I don’t think I ever truly loved anyone before I met you. And now, I can say with confidence that my love for you is greater than the number of stars in the universe,” he whispers, eyes lock on mine before he flutters his eyelids close and I instinctively do the same.

His lips gently brush against mine and I could cry from how soft they are. Who knew a pair of lips could feel like home? He moves them against mine in a slow rhythmic motion. There is no rush. We have all the time in the world.

His lips part open and I snake my tongue along his. Our mouths move in sync, performing a push and pull, give and take of heat and energy. I run my fingers through his hair and he moans into our kiss, making my lips curve up in a smile.

He deepens the kiss even more and it makes me feel intoxicated. Perhaps this is what people mean when they say they are drunk in love because how else could I feel so weightless and full of bliss from a single pair of lips belonging to the man I love? And yet, they caress mine like a tender jewel placed along a soft pillow for preservation. For a moment I think I could stay like this forever. Kissing Kylo this way is utterly magical.

But in a swift instant he flips the switch and it awakens something deep inside me I did not think would ever reach the surface. Soon, shaking hands and sweet kisses turn to hard grips and loud groans. Skin touches skin and sweat gleans every inch of our warm bodies. Every fiber in my being sensitive to his touch.

The primal urge to establish my connection to him in such a physical way overwhelms me. It is an urge that, up until this moment, I’ve kept buried deep below largely stacked folds of guilt and shame and fear. Yet Kylo’s presence grounds me. To hear his voice call out for me is all I ever needed to know that every cell in my body cries out for him just the same. And with just a touch, he unravels me. Never have I known completion in every sense of the word until Kylo Ren came into my world.

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jae-yoonie · 3 years

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So your bio said requests open so imma request. Can you do a fluffy first time with Mark where obvsiously the readers virgin skin breaks and bleeds a little and Mark is like panicking like omg i killed her i hurt her and so on but the reader explains to him that like it is all normal and that she wont die.

Cherry Sweet (M)

Pairing: Mark x Reader

Genre: Fluffy Smut

Word Count: 2230

“This movie sucks,” you groaned as you let your head plop onto your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I thought it’d be good,” Mark replied defensively, “The ratings were high.”

“It’s not your fault, I’m just disappointed,” you pouted.

“Did you wanna do something else?” he suggested since it was unlikely that you were gonna sit through the rest of the movie.

“Let’s just stay here for a bit and cuddle,” you replied as you snuggled into his chest.

“Okay, I like that idea,” he hummed as he pulled you close and rested his head on top of yours.

You enjoyed having these pure, wholesome moments with Mark and found the sound of his heartbeat rather calming, but for some reason, whenever you guys were physical for long periods of time, your mind would always end up drifting to dirty thoughts. The two of you had been sexual before, but a lot of the time, you tried to control yourself so you wouldn’t give him the wrong idea; you loved him more than words could express and it wasn’t just for sexual gratification.

You hadn’t gone all the way with him yet, but you couldn’t deny that the thought had crossed your mind more times than once. Since Mark never really mentioned much about sex to you other than making dirty jokes, it was hard for you to bring the topic up to him. He was a boy, but no matter how hard you thought about it, you just couldn’t convince yourself that he thought about it as much as you did.

“Mark...” you mumbled nervously, finally growing desperate enough to attempt having a conversation about the topic with him.

“Yes?”

“Um… have you ever thought about… it?”

“About what?”

“Y’know… ‘it’…” You could feel your stomach folding into knots as you thought about what you should say next. You didn’t want to say it out right, but at the same time maybe it wasn’t a good idea to assume he’d know what ‘it’ meant.

“It?” he asked again, urging you to sit up before throwing you a concerned look, “What do you mean? If there’s something bothering you, tell me.”

“Er… well…” you started, breaking eye contact with him, “It’s just… uh…”

“Is it bad? Am I doing something wrong?”

“No! Not at all! It’s… ugh…” Out of frustration, you cupped your face in your hands and tried to calm yourself down so that you could start over and try again.

“Hey…” Mark said worriedly as he pulled you in for a hug, “I didn’t mean to upset you, sorry… you can tell me when you’re ready to.”

After taking a moment to collect yourself, you briefly looked back up at him before pressing your lips against his. You came to the decision that asking him verbally was too difficult, at least in that context, so you would ask him through actions instead. It’d been a while since the last time you’d done anything sexual with him so you felt it’d be okay to let things escalate a little bit today.

As you continued to move your lips against his, one of your hands found its way down to his stomach, slowly drifting lower and lower down his body. Before you knew it, your fingers slid right over the waistband of his sweats and landed right on his crotch, the feeling of his already hardening member under your palm making your core ache with desire.

He let a moan slip into your mouth as you started to stroke him over the thin material of his pants, his hand going to your waist and pulling you closer to him before he broke the kiss, letting his head fall back against the back of the couch.

“Is this the ‘it’ you were talking about earlier?” he asked breathily, as you continued to palm at his erection.

“Um well… possibly…” you trailed off, the movement in your hand starting to cease as you lost confidence amidst the topic that Mark had suddenly resurfaced.

“Are you scared to talk about ‘it’?”

“Maybe a little…”

“Why? It’s normal for couples to talk about these kinds of things. So what was it you were trying to ask me?”

“Um… okay,” you started, taking a deep breath before continuing, “Have you ever thought about… having sex with me?”

“Are you kidding me?” Mark laughed in disbelief, “Of course I have! All the time! What kind of boyfriend doesn’t think about that?”

“I don’t know… you never mentioned it before…”

“Well, I didn’t wanna be the one to initiate it or pressure you into it, so I figured it’d be safer to wait until you told me you were ready.”

Suddenly, you felt embarrassed that you were so worried over something so dumb, but at the same time you were relieved. You were thankful to have such a loving and considerate boyfriend who’s been patiently waiting for the ‘okay’ from you, but now you kind of regret waiting so long to bring up the topic. Communication is important in a relationship and you shouldn’t have been so scared to express how you felt.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed another quick kiss to his lips before speaking with a new burst of confidence, “I’ve been ready.”

Mark only smirked in response, carefully laying you down on the couch before getting your permission to remove shorts and panties. He was gentle as he removed each article of clothing, and once he had full access, his thumb went straight to your clit, skillfully rubbing over the sensitive bulb how he knew you liked it. “You’re so wet already,” He gawked as his other fingers wandered down to your wet folds and teased your entrance.

“I’m always wet for you,” you muttered before taking your lower lip between your teeth, brows furrowing as Mark slipped a finger into you and curled it up against your g-spot. Occasionally between curls, he pumped his finger in and out of your slick lips and when you least expected it, during one of those moments he surprised you by sneaking in an extra finger. “Mark!” you moaned out, toes curling and fists clenching at the newly intensified sensation.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to handle the real thing? I’m only using two fingers right now,” he teased before leaning down and pressing his lips to your forehead.

“S-shut up! I— can—” You struggled to make out between breaths, “It f-feels— good—”

With the combined feeling of his two fingers thrusting into you, stimulating your g-spot and his thumb continuing to toy with your clit, it wasn’t long before he had you shaking beneath him as you tried your best to fight back your oncoming orgasm.

“Cum for me,” Mark whispered as his fingers continued to work wonders between your legs.

The sheer sound of his raspy voice resonating in your ear was enough to push you over the edge, pleasure erupting throughout your body as you hit your first climax of the night. When you finally opened your eyes, Mark had quite a pleased look on his face as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and briefs, pulling them both down in one go. Your mouth watered seeing his erection spring free, the tip already glistening with his essence. He gave himself a couple pumps before positioning himself to your entrance, nervousness etched into his features as he looked up at you for approval before proceeding.

“Wait,” you interrupted as you reached down to grab his cock, gently urging him to scoot closer to you, “It’s my first time y’know… a little extra lube might be a good idea.” With that, you took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you slid your lips down his length.

“Fuck,” he cursed at your unexpected advance, “Don’t make me cum before we even start though.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, unintentionally adding to the sensation you were already giving him and forcing a throaty moan out of him. He only let you continue for a little longer before he withdrew himself from you, repositioning himself to your entrance again.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asked, reaffirming that you meant what you said earlier about wanting to go all the way.

“I’m sure,” you replied confidently, giving him a small grin for extra assurance.

“Have you been taking your pills regularly?”

“Yes, I have!” you chuckled, “Are you stalling? Don’t tell me you’re more nervous than me.”

“Of course I’m nervous! I wanna make this a good experience for both of us… it’s a lot of pressure…”

“Don’t think about it too much. If you’re too stressed you won’t be able to enjoy it as much” you cupped his face in his hand as you spoke, “I’m nervous too, but we’ll figure it out together, okay?”

He gave a small nod in response, taking a deep breath before slowly trying to ease himself into you. “Oh my god, you’re... so tight… A-are you okay?” he asked, noticing that you were wincing a little.

“Mhm…” you nodded quickly, “It just hurts a little… but it’s normal...”

“Okay… just… tell me to stop if it hurts a lot okay?”

You nodded again, smiling lovingly as you looked up at him through half lidded eyes. The moment you’d been fantasizing about for so long was finally happening and you couldn’t be happier. You knew it’d be a little bit of a bumpy ride given both of your lack of sexual experience, but the fact that it was with the person who meant the world to you and understood you more than anyone else was what made the experience so perfect.

“Oh my god,” Mark gasped, quickly snapping you out of your thoughts, “Y-you’re bleeding…” When you looked up at him, his eyes were wide and he was completely frozen, like a deer in headlights. “What do I do? Oh my god… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I was just—”

“Keep going,” you interrupted him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “We agreed that I’d tell you to stop if it hurts a lot… and I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“B-but… you’re bleeding?!”

“And it only hurt a little! It’s normal, don’t worry about it. I promise I’ll tell you if something doesn’t feel right.”

“You sure? This just seems so—”

“I’m sure! You’re doing a great job so far, Mark, stop worrying so much, okay?” You felt the tension in his body dissipate once you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, your chaste gesture finally convincing him that you were really okay. After what felt like forever, he continued to cautiously guide his full length into you before slightly retracting and snapping his hips again.

“You feel… amazing, by the way,” he puffed as he continued to meticulously control each of his movements.

“So do you… but go faster,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist for increased proximity.

“I’ll cum if I go faster,” he smiled at you playfully.

“Shut up,” you giggled, lightly slapping him on the shoulder.

Soon after, he complied, his pace gradually starting to pick up filling the empty living room with the sounds or raw sex, the coarse moans falling from both of your lips muffled by bare skin slapping against skin. “Y’know…” Mark started, his voice shaky as he tried to speak between pants, “I was only half joking earlier.”

“Ah— it’s okay, I- I’m close too,” you struggled to speak over how good he was making you feel. Maybe it was the adrenaline or maybe something else, but you didn’t even realize when the initial pain you’d felt had gone away; you just felt like you were on cloud nine and your whole body was buzzing with anticipation as your peak quickly neared.

As Mark chased his own high, he didn’t dare let down the quick and consistent tempo he managed to maintain up until that point, especially knowing how close you were to cumming. In no more than a minute and a handful of thrusts later, a second and more intense explosion of bliss filled your body making your back arch off the couch and toes curl as you uncontrollably fisted at the back of Mark’s shirt.

The feeling of your walls pulsating around him brought him to his climax shortly after you, leading him to quickly pull out and lift up your shirt just enough for him to release his hot seed onto your stomach. He hung his head as he hovered above you, taking a moment to catch his breath before reaching for some tissues to clean up the mess he’d made.

“Why didn’t you cum inside of me?” you asked wearily as you watched him gently wipe up the last of the sticky substance.

“I was too scared to risk it,” he admitted, tossing the used tissues into the nearest trash can, “Especially for our first time.”

“You’re lame,” you mumbled jokingly.

“That’s what you say after I make you cum twice?” he scoffed as he squished himself onto the couch to lay down next to you.

“Thank you for always being so considerate of me,” you mumbled as you snuggled into him, “I love you.”

“Of course, I only want the best for the best girlfriend in the world. I love you more.”

#i didnt realize i never answered this ask #i posted this before but deleted bc it flopped #well its back bc i still think about the unfinished requests in my box and feel bad #merry christmas i guess #mark lee #mark lee smut #mark lee fluff #nct mark #jaehyunie requests

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wickedw3asleys · 3 years

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JUST LIKE HEAVEN (Pt.3)

George x female reader (mentions of Fred)

AN: I've had to write this one in a rush so sorry if some of the details are confusing 😔 but i hope you'll like it anyways, and once again, thank you SO SO MUCH for all the positive feedback i'm getting for this serie 🥰

WARNINGS: SMUT SMUT AND MORE SMUT... Cussing and unprotected sex

Fred never let it show once that something had been happening between you two. It wasn't a secret, but after all, it was private business, and surely he would keep teasing you and flirting with you as he had always done, but no one was asking questions. And to your surprise, you never felt uncomfortable with him about what happened in that bathroom a few days ago. And you loved that it was that way, you wouldn't be able to have to deal with losing him as a friend, and you hoped it also would be that way with George. They never seemed to be jealous of the other either, and during a conversation about the topic the day before, they made you very clear that rivalry would never get between them, also making it better. You wouldn't want to be in the middle of these two and be the motive of a fight between twins.

"Y/N, we absolutely love you, you're our best friend and you've always have been. And we've talked about it...", Fred starts.

"We obviously didn't want this to fail and separate us as friends, or Fred and I as brothers..."

"So that should be the last of your concerns..."

"We just think that you're terribly beautiful and nice, and like you trust us for this, we trust you too!"

And for now, it was totally working. The only thing was that you've haven't had the chance to "win" George as you previously won Fred. But you were working on it, slowly but surely. And apparently Fred had been talking to his brother about your private stuff, which only made him grow eager to fuck you too, and it started to show.

"So, Y/N... How are you today?", George asks casually during breakfast.

"I'm... fine...", you answered, clearly seeing that he had an idea on his mind, "What about you, Georgie?"

"Well, not that good, actually...", he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"And why is that, George?", Fred asks. You could hear the fake in his voice, only making you more curious about what they've had planned.

"I don't know... I feel like... Ugh...", George fake acting was so bad but yet so entertaining it made you laugh, "I feel like need to go to bed..."

"Oh, no! You won't be able to come with me to the Hogsmeade trip!", his brother exclaimed.

"What are you talking about, you wanker? You're completely fine...", Ginny says, putting the back of her hand on George's forehead.

"I said I feel ill!", he exclaimed back.

"If you say so...", she sighs, already done with her brothers' bullshit, making everybody laugh at that.

"Come on, George. It can be that bad!", you say.

"I think you should check on me, though...", he says, directing you a discreet wink.

"Why me? I have a trio to go to...", you smile, "I'm going with Hermione and Luna, right?"

"Huh?", Hermione asks, very confused, looking back and forth between you and Ron, "B-but I was going with Ro- Ouch!", she squeaks as you elbow her, "Oh, yes! Right!"

"Well, what a pity, then... I suppose I'll have to ask someone else to check on me...", George says, leaning on the table towards you.

You exchange a few looks before he finally gets up, "Well, if someone needs me I'll be in my dorm, waiting..."

He winks at you one last time and starts leaving the Great Hall, leaving Fred behind.

"He's such an idiot, he's so bizarre...", Ginny says.

"Hey! Respect, young lady!", Fred scolds her.

"Why does he need to have someone checking on him? Isn't he grown enough?", Ron says, showing an entire sandwich in his mouth.

"Well, sometimes the ones you see as big boys are the biggest babies... Right, Fred?", you say, looking at him up and down.

"As you would know...", he says back.

"What is wrong with you?", Ginny exclaims, throwing her fork on the table, "Y/N! You're becoming like them! Please, tell me you're not going to end up like them! I'm not sacrificing our friendship like that!"

"Wow...", you say, "Don't worry, Ginny. I'm not letting them get into me like that... No worries about it"

"We're totally getting into you, though...", Fred says, earning a slap on the forehead by his little sister, "Alright! Sorry!"

All of you continued breakfast as nothing happened, talking and laughing about random things.

"Well, I think it's time to go now...", says Hermione, looking at her watch.

"Yeah, we should get going before McGonagall leaves without us...", Ron starts standing up.

"Since when are you worried about what McGonagall-", Fred starts asking.

"WELL, since I have a wonderful girlfriend that takes the time to do things properly!", he says, taking Hermione by the waist.

All of you started making your way to the court of the castle, waiting for Harry and Luna to join you there.

"Damn it! I forgot something!", you say, looking in your bag, "Go without me! I'll catch you there!"

"Have fun", Fred whispers to your ear as you pass by him.

"I'll do...", you wink back at him, making him bite his lip.

You start running upstairs to the Gryffindor common room, crossing paths with the last students that were heading outside the castle.

The common room was completely empty now, not even George was there. So you decided to head up to his dorm, see if he actually was there.

"Well, took you long enough...", he says from his bed, looking up from his book.

"Sorry, I was hungry...", you say, making your way towards him, "Anyways, I wanted to check on you before I left", you teased him.

"Oh... So you're actually going...", he says, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Yeah... I can't leave Ginny alone between Ron and Hermione and... Fred...", slowly, you started placing you between his legs.

"I thought Harry and Luna were going too...", he starts grabbing the back of your legs, making you come closer to him, "I think she'll be alright..."

His touch on your legs made your whole body shiver, him noticing it, "Are you cold, darling?"

"A little..."

"Well, come here then...", he took you by the hand and helped you straddle him. He brushed a strand of hair away of your face while you placed your hands on the back of his neck, and without any other words, he gently pressed his lips on yours.

You'd expect him to be as eager as his brother, but he completely took his time with you, slowly kissing you. You felt his tongue pressing on your lower lip, making you open your mouth and following his lead.

He put his arms around your back and started caressing you, slowly and sensually, to what you responded by gently grinding on him.

"Eager, are we?", he asked, still against your mouth.

"Always..."

He put his hand on the back of your head and pushed you towards him, deepening the kiss. As you were too focused on his lips, you didn't even notice his free hand starting to lift your sweater.

You lifted up your arms, interrupting the kiss for a second, and when your sweater touched the floor, you went back to George's soft lips.

You moved back a little on his lap, freeing the spot that was covering his dick, and started to massage it through his pajama pants, surprised by the fact that he wasn't wearing boxers.

You could feel his already hard cock hardening even more at your touch, making you the eager one to taste him. So without warnings, you got on your knees between his legs and helped him take off his pants.

He wasn't as big as his brother, but he surely was a little bit longer, and that sight made it hard for you to imagine to make it fit entirely in your mouth.

You never stopped looking at him in the eye, not even when licking the first straps of his dick, which made he loudly breathe. You took it as a sign to go more on him, so you took a deep breath and directly deepthroating him, fitting your hand around his base.

"Oh, fuck...", he moaned, throwing his head back.

That made you smile with his dick in your mouth and encouraged you to keep going, pushing it a little bit further in your throat. You could feel the discomfort of his tip brushing against the back of your throat, but the sounds that were escaping his lips and the grip he had on your hair made ir all worth it.

You released him for a second, only to go back and bob your head up and down at sensual pace, sometimes leaving licks here and there.

"Fuck, Y/N... You're so good...", he moans.

The fact that he was rather a moaner than a groaner only made your wetness grow. You've always thought a moaning men was hotter.

After a few more movements, you got back up and went back to his lips, allowing him to taste himself too. Without breaking the kiss, he guided you on the bed, where he got on top of you. His hands started roaming all over your stomach, sides and torso, enjoying every single bit of your skin. Enjoying this intimate moment. George liked to take his time, enjoy the moment and make sure you're enjoying it as much as him...

He slowly started to take off your annoying skirt, followed by your panties, only leaving you in your thigh highs socks.

"What's with the socks?", you asked him, crooking an eyebrow.

"Be a good girl and don't ask...", he says, attacking your lips again.

You smile to your insides; you've always knew George had a thing for the high school uniforms... including high thighs socks...

He took away his t-shirt and as you were both naked, he leaned on you a put a single sheet over your bodies.

His hand made its way to your core, where he took the time to take your wetness and spread it all over it with his fingers.

"Look at how wet you already are... All that because of me?", he smirked.

"No, it's because of your lovely daddy", you said, mocking him.

"Ah, ah... Lower you tone with me, sweetheart...", he tsked, and suddenly he introduced two fingers in your pussy, "otherwise it won't end up good for you..."

He started to pump in a out of you as his mouth made it's way back to you neck and jaw, where he never stopped kissing.

"Fuck, George... Yes...", you whispered.

"You like that, darling?", he whispered back in your ear.

"Yesssss...", you slowly started to arch your back and his fingers started to curl inside you.

George took that as a signal to add a third finger. Your face contorted at the discomfort but it soon disappeared, only leaving an extreme pleasure.

He never pulled back from your ear, whispering sweet and nasty things in it while he ferociously pumped in and out of your pussy with his fingers.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!", you moaned loudly.

His hand accelerated its pace, making you hear your own wetness, and you could feel your walls start to tighten around his fingers.

"Are you going to cum, sweetheart? Huh?"

"Yes! FUCK!", once again your back arched and your hand met your clit, quickly rubbing it, but George slapped your fingers, replacing them with his.

"That's my job...", he says, fingers knuckles deep inside you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! George! FUCK! I'm cumming!", you screamed, bringing your hands to your hair, pulling it roughly.

While he rocked you orgasm with his fingers inside you, he made sure to leave a few new marks on your neck, as to say "George was here".

You regained your breath and when you opened your eyes again, you met the gaze of a lustful George towering over you. You took him by the neck and made him sit down against his headboard, you sitting on his lap. You started kissing him again, passionately and full of hunger. You took his dick in your hand and pumped it a few times before rubbing it against your wet pussy, spreading your wetness all over him, making him groan in your mouth.

Without notice, you got up on your knees and slowly sunk down his shaft, letting you a few seconds to adjust to his length. You looked at his face; lower lip between his teeth, pupils dilated and messy hair all over his forehead, it was the most beautiful image of George you've ever had. Seeing all the lust in his eyes, you decided to not waste more time and started to slowly bounce together on his bed, and moving your pelvis to meet his. Both you and him were a moaning mess, only hearing your voices and your wetness in the room. Lucky you were that no one would be back for a while to his dorm, so you could take all the time you wanted.

George's back was against his headboard, and small moans were escaping his mouth as he embraced you and helped you bouncing and getting back and forth on his dick. Both of you grabbing on each other hard, you bouncing on his cock and him thrusting upwards.

"Fuck, George... You feel so so good... Oh my god...", you moaned, throwing your head back and finding support on his shoulders. Once again, feeling your walls clench around him.

"Turn around, darling...", he commanded you.

You did as he pleaded without asking, pulling him out of your pussy and turning your body around, still sitting on his lap. He slowly raised your body so you were on your knees, your back against his chest. This new position making his cock curve in the perfect spots.

"SHIT!", you moaned.

"Come on, I've got you...", he says, sliding he arm around your stomach, giving you support and enough stability for him to roughly thrust upwards.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!", you quickly managed to moan.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the amazing feeling that was rushing through your body. You expected George to stop his relentless pace, but he didn't, fully overstimulating you, making your orgasm last forever.

"Shit... I can't stop cumming... FUCK!", you difficulty breathed out, making George smirk. "Is that so, darling?", he asked, bringing his hand down to your clit and starting to massage it quickly.

You froze in place while he was attacking you with his fingers and let out a silent scream.

"Oh god... Oh god... FUCK, GEORGE!", you moaned as you felt your walls starting to clench around his dick.

"Are you going to cum again for me?", he smirked.

"Yes! Fuck, yes!", you nearly screamed, feeling something explode inside you and making you see the stars. George started thrusting upwards into your pussy again, helping you chase your orgasm. The overstimulation was so good you couldn't even stop yourself from riding him and taking more of him every time.

"More?", he asked, speaking against your temple, "You want more, sweetheart? You're insaciable, I love it..."

You could even think straight. The intimacy you and him were sharing and the many times you had come by now where making it impossible to even think about what you were doing, you were too focused on how good George was making you feel.

He took advantage of your fucked up state and decided to spice things up a little bit; he took you by the waist and slowly laid you down on the mattress, putting you under him, facing him so he could admire you in your perfect messed up state. He never pulled out of you. He adjusted your hips to be at the perfect angle, and put his arms around your thighs.

"Say you can't stop cumming? Let's see how this feels...", he says before slamming inside you again.

You loudly moaned at the new angle and the feeling of him being balls deep inside you. He was railing the shit out of you in this new position and you could hear his bed slamming against the wall, following his rhythm.

George smirked between his uneven breaths as he felt you clench again around him, knowing how good he was making you feel. He adjusted again his angle, tightening his grip on your thighs and slowing his thrusts, but he never stopping his hard pace, always hitting the correct spots.

You unconsciously took your hand to your clit and started rubbing it hard. You couldn't stop cumming and you didn't want to stop. George was making you feel way too good for that, so you wanted to enjoy every single crumb he would give you of him.

"Yes, like that, sweetheart...", he groaned, "Another one for me..."

His moans and groans were like music in your ears, and hearing him groan louder when he felt your release only made your orgasm a hundred times more powerful for you.

"Come here...", George said, laying back against his headboard again with you on his lap, "You're doing it so good, darling... So good..."

You put your head in the crook of his neck, not having enough strength to even hold your head up. The boy put his hand on the back of your neck, thrusting hard in you.

"Fuuuuuucccckkkkkk...", you let out a long moan.

George embraced you again, this time tighter than before, and you knew he was close.

Your pussy was so sensitive by now that you couldn't even prepare for the new orgasm that washed over your body. George heard you quietly cry of pleasure and that brung him to his end. He swore to himself you were going to be the death of him as he chased his own release. He let out the sweetest moans and you knew he had finished.

He put a gently kiss on your forehead and slowly lifted you off his dick, sitting you again on his lap, feeling his now soft cock under your swollen pussy.

"Are you okay?", he asks, brushing your hair with his fingers.

You hummed, not able to form words yet. He slowly chuckled at that, "Do you need a minute?"

"Yeah...", you answered quietly.

He let you stay still on his lap until you were able to correctly breathe and think again, now not believing how good the sex was.

"Wow...", you chuckled.

"No exaggeration, that was the best sex I've ever had", George says.

You look at him dead in the eye, "Are you and your brother even real?", you ask, completely outraged, "It's not fair!"

George laughed, "What is not fair?"

"THIS! Are you a sort of sex demons or something like that?!", he laughed again.

"Unfortunately no... We just wanted to rail the shit out of you for ages, I suppose."

"Oh, Merlin...", you felt dizzy again, and the thought of them fucking you this hard again only made you more excited for the future. Now was the time when you swore this was the best idea they could ever have had. "I'm so glad you guys asked mento do this, you have no idea..."

You left a quick kiss on George's lips and got up to get dressed, but your legs terribly failed you and almost made you fall ass flat on the floor.

"Oh, wow...", George chuckled, admiring you from his bed.

"You shut up. It's your fault!"

"Yeah, I know...", he winks at you.

You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance and supporting you on his dresser, you could manage to get your skirt on. You made your way to the nearest mirror, watching your body as you adjusted your sweater and your hair. You could see the hickeys Fred had left a few days prior to this encounter with his brother, and next to them almost identical fresh hickeys where now starting to form, making you smile for yourself.

"I have to go, it seems like we've stayed here long enough for Hermione to start asking where I am...", you say, putting on your shoes.

"Okay, I'll see you at lunch, darling."

You flew him a kiss from the door and rushed out of his room, directly going outside the castle; and once again, smiling to yourself at the thought of what you've had done. Hoping this would keep going for a little while...

#fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter #hogwarts #weasley twins #fred weasley x reader #george weasley smut #weasley twins x reader #fred weasley smut #george weasley x reader

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applepi-1 · 3 years

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They comfort you after a break up

Sugawara x you

Kenma x you

Suna x you

(Picking names was hard, I used a random picker wheel and apparently, my computer loves Tsukishima, Akaashi, and Bokuto a lot.)

Also Kenma's is longer... :)

Suga- 820 words

You were at his house in front of his door, sighing lightly before knocking. You could hear his footsteps, you felt stupid and guilty for waking him up at 11. He looked at you softly, only to turn into worry as he noticed your clothes were a bit messy, your cheeks were puffy, and your hair looks like a rat's nest. "Uh, Y/n?"

"Can I stay here tonight...?" Suga opened his door letting you walk in, immediately closing it behind you, grabbing your arms so he could look at you better.

"What's going on?" He quickly stepped to you, "Oh no no no, N/n, don't cry, it'll be okay, I'm here now." He sat you on the couch before sitting next to you, taking you into his arms. He cradled you, as you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him as you cried into his chest. He silently held me for a moment before he spoke again. "Y/n, do you want to talk about it? Tell me what happened."

You pulled yourself out of his chest enough to look him in the eyes, "B/n broke it off." Ugh. You don't need him to see you like this. You know that he wouldn't react very well to the breakup. When you had first said yes to B/n when he'd asked you out, Suga had gone to him and told him to take good care of you, and to talk things out if they got rough. Well, B/n left you crying and Suga is not happy to see you like this. You're sure he's thinking about stabbing him multiple times.

His expression went from concerned to shocked to angry to comforting in less than two seconds. "Oh Y/n," he hugged you, holding you tighter. "Did he say why?"

"He just wasn't feeling it anymore, his feelings had gone flat and run out." You cried into his chest, your salty tears staining his Polo shirt. "He wasn't interested in me anymore."

He rubbed your back, comforting you, "Y/n, it's going to be okay, I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore." He pulled you into his lap as he leaned against the back of the couch. "I know that it hurts, but I promise you I will never let anyone hurt you like this ever again." He kissed the top of your head and you cried harder.

"Sh...Sh...n/n... We should watch a movie." He whispered once you calmed down.

He reached across the couch and grabbing the remote. He typed in a movie title quickly so that you couldn't see. Then it was loading in front of you.

You admired how he was so focused on making you happy. You liked that he paid attention.

But of course, you paid attention to him too. You noticed how his hair is a mess, and how he was wearing a t-shirt, he knew he could always be comfortable around you. You loved the way he carried himself confidently when he walked. You loved when he called you, 'Love', it made you feel a different kind of special than other names. You picked him as your best friend for a reason.

However that may be, you also couldn't help but admire that when he reached for the remote, his arm was very close to you and his lean muscle was hard not to attend brain cells too. He held you tight and you could feel his strong chest, and his toned abdomen embracing you. When you looked into his eyes, you could feel yourself falling in love with their shade and color. When he spoke, his deep voice entranced your thoughts. You couldn't deny that he was attractive.

"Love," he said. "Are you watching the movie?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair, twisting the ends between his first finger and thumb.

You looked up at him, "Sugawara,"

"Yes?" he asked.

"I just wanted to say your name," you said. "I like to say your name."

"I like saying your name too." he smiled.

You looked into his eyes, and he looked right back at yours, he very slowly, leaned in slightly, his eyes starting to close. He lightly pressed his lips to yours, in a very tender kiss. He pulled away, slightly. A blush rising on your cheeks. Your heart fluttered. He smiled and you did too.

You rested your head on his chest once again and thought about what just happened. He kissed you. On the lips. With his lips. They were soft, and they pressed on yours ever so lightly and you wanted that amazing feeling again. The soft gentleness of his love pressed to your skin, your lips. You loved him, he was your best friend.

You looked up at him again, making him look at you. "Suga, what just happened?" You asked.

"I kissed you," he said. Then he thought for a moment, "Yeah, I kissed you."

Kenma- 1705 words

"Kenma?" You asked on your phone, your voice wavering. You could just feel the lump/frog in your throat creeping up because, first of all, even though Kenma was your friend, you always got a little bit nervous when you talked to him, once you had developed a crush on him. And second of all, you were on the verge of tears.

"Hey, Y/n. Are you alright? Do you need me to come by your house? Is there anything wrong? Or am I just overreacting?" he said. You could tell that he was obviously worried, just by hearing his tone and his many questions.

"I'm fine. But can you please come over? I need a friend." You stated simply, not revealing too much.

"I'll leave my place in a minute and I'll be over there as soon as possible. Okay?" You nodded in response, forgetting that he couldn't see me at the moment.

"Thank you." Your voice was barely above a whisper now. Kenma wouldn't get off the phone because he kept wanting to make sure that you were alright. "Dude I'm okay. I'm just not sure that you'll be if you keep this call on while running. I need you, though, so please just hang up and come as soon as you can." You had to be the one to hang up, even though it pained you to do so. At the moment, though, it had seemed like it pained him more.

~ Time Skip ~

There was a knock on your door and you knew who it must have been.

You knew that it was too early for your family to be back. You were home alone while everyone else was out at dinner. Somehow, you had convinced your parents to let you stay home, alone. They said that as long as you didn't party and no one, that you didn't trust, came into the house, they'd be fine with it and they'd probably let you do it again.

You got off of your bed, which you had ended up crying in, and started walking down the stairs.

Sweeping your hair out of your face and trying to smooth it out, you went over to the door. You took a deep breath, pulled down both of your sleeves, and put on the best fake smile that you could muster.

As soon as you saw him, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. You didn't even offer to let him in at first. All you did was take in his handsomeness. blond hair with black roots and his golden eyes; wearing his usual, laid-back outfit that you always enjoyed. It was weird to you how one person could help alter your mood, by even just the tiniest bit.

"Aren't you gonna let me in?" he asked, smiling at you, with a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. He looked down at his phone hoping you didn't see it.

"Oh, sorry!" You apologized, gesturing for him to come into the house and shut the door behind him.

"Hey, I hate to do this to you, but do you mind if I take a look at what's in the kitchen?" he asked. "I had practice and I changed, walked over to my house and that's when you called. Now I'm starving."

"Sure!" You replied with fake cheeriness, going toward the living room. He walked into the kitchen, which had a pretty nice view of the room you were going in. "And I'm sorry. I should have let you stay over at your house." You faked a laugh, which screamed the word 'fake', and that gave your whole charade away. He walked into the living room, where you were about to sit down on the couch. Taking a seat next to you, he turned toward you.

"Y/n, what's with all of the apologizing?" Before you could respond, he added, "If you really wanna apologize, don't feel bad about things like those. Apologize for lying to me."

You knew that he wasn't going to let you lie to him anymore, who were you kidding to be lying to him, so you quit your act and put down your guard. You looked into his eyes and he could see that you were on the verge of breaking so he put his arms up as you crashed into him and wrapped your arms around him, starting to let out your sobs. You cried into his t-shirt and, strangely, he didn't actually seem to mind. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you in even closer to him.

When he started to rub circles with his hands on your back, you started to relax. Nobody had ever made you feel that comfortable before when you were as distraught as you are at the time.

You started to control your breathing and he just kept you enveloped in his arms. He put his chin on top of your head and mumbled, more to himself than to you, "It's okay pudding."

Once you had stabilized your tears and breathing, you looked up and took a quick glance into his eyes. You looked away quickly, though. You were fearing that he was going to judge you or use this moment against you. It's not like he was that type of person, because he really wasn't, but nobody had actually seen you so vulnerable before and you weren't sure how he, nor anyone for that matter, would respond.

"It's okay," he promised. "You can tell me anything and I swear I won't tell anyone unless I think it could help. And I'd tell you first. You do not have to feel embarrassed around me."

You looked back into his eyes and saw how sincere he was being. Just by looking into his eyes, you could see loyalty, sincerity, honesty, and care. You were super grateful to have him as a friend. He's not used to this, Kenma's not used to comforting anyone, or good with his words, so it shocked you a little.

"I, uh, you really wanna know?" You asked. When he nodded, You decided that it was now or never. "B/n broke up with me..." You whispered making Kenma sad. "And you want to know the reason why?" You asked dramatically, but before he could ask you gave him an answer, "It's because I've been dealing with depression and anxiety for a long time now. You know that. And it's been so hard and nobody understands. Every time people find out, they judge me. Or they just tell me to get help. But whenever I try to get help, nobody cares. Even if they do care, they don't understand, though. I hate sounding selfish and bitchy, but I just wish that there was someone who cared and understood, y'know? It's hard enough going through your teenage years, trying to figure out who you are, but then having depression and anxiety on top of it really sucks. And it's a really crappy thing to go through." He just sat there, stunned, so you continued. "I mean, having to deal with me has, probably, always been tough, but it's probably gonna be harder now. Plus, it's like what if I end up using this as my excuse for all my irrational decisions? I would be abusing this disorder, almost as much as it's abusing me. And it's just really hard to deal with. Because even the people who care a lot, and who try to understand what I'm going through, can never really help. I'm not sure if they just don't get it or if they just, honestly, don't actually give a crap. As much as I want them to understand, though, I really couldn't wish any of this upon them because nobody, even the worst of the worst, deserves to go through depression and anxiety. And I just don't really know what to do with all of these pent-up emotions."

By this point, you had let out all of your emotions and tears; that was enough explaining, at least for the time being.

"Y/n, don't ever feel like you have to keep secrets like those from me, okay? I care about you, more than you could ever imagine, and I want you to know that and to be able to open up to me."

"I know you care, Ken." You mumbled, leaning away from him.

You just sat there, gazing into each other's eyes, and he let out a sigh. "Of course I care. You're my best friend, and you have been for a while now. Hell, you're more than that! All I want is for you to feel comfortable around me. I mean, I don't really understand what you're going through and I also don't understand why you're going through it, but I do know that you're such an amazing, gorgeous girl that doesn't deserve any of this bull. I can't even begin to pretend to understand any of this so I'm not going to. I'll try to understand, sure; but I'm not going to act like I do because that'd be a lie. But I really like you and I don't wanna see anyone go through this pain, especially not you."

You had no idea how to respond to that so you just sat there, staring up into his eyes. How do you respond to that...? Kenma- a boy who never said much since you've been friends- just full-on rambled to you. "But what about all my flaws? Do you really want to have to deal with this?"

"You have a hell of a lot more to deal with than I do so I'm not gonna be the one to complain. And I don't care about your flaws. I mean, I do care about them, but I don't hate them. Your flaws are what make you the person you are and the person you are is imperfectly perfect and perfectly imperfect. As cheesy as that sounds, it's true. Because I have the power to see beyond your flaws and to see who you truly are, and I am going to use that power like I already have. Your flaws just make you even better, in my opinion."

Again, you were speechless.

Suna- 662 words

You ran to the gym quickly once you ran all eyes were on you. But all you could do was run to your best friend. Miya Osamu was confused as you immediately wrapped your arms around him. "Y/n?" He didn't have the time to look at you, they were practicing against Karasuno, and any other time you would've cared, Suna walked in with the other Miya twin looking at you in shock, but Suna ran over to you before Atsumu could open his mouth.

"Y/n?" He pulled you away and took in your appearance, you were supposed to be on a date with that guy, B/n. But now looking at you, your shirt was a mess and unbuttoned a little, your cheeks were red and puffy, your lip was busted a little, and your hair... god you were a wreck, he immediately wrapped his arms around you letting you cry into him. "Atsumu, get my jacket." The boy did as told handing it to him, before he wrapped it around you, letting you put the jacket on as he zipped it before pulling you back into his chest. "What happened, N/n?" You held onto him tighter, he sighed and looked at the other members. "Would you tell me if we were alone?" You sighed leaning up to whisper it into his ear.

"It... it was a bet..." He furred his brows at the answer, everyone looked confused as well.

"What do you mean...?" You sighed again tugging his shirt, he got the message and bent down a little.

"It was... a-all a b-bet... to g-get into m-my pa-pants..." You admitted embarrassingly. Suna's eyes widen looking down at you before his blood boiled.

"It was what?!" His voice was low and cold, it literally made you shiver. He didn't want you to repeat yourself, eventually, Sugawara came over rubbing your arm softly.

"What happened, dear?" Sugawara always gave off this mom vibe making you smile a little, but that mom vibe was immediately replaced with scary after you told him the story.

"Where're my knives Daichi?!" Daichi jumped looking at his boyfriend {;) I'm kidding, maybe..}

"Uh... it's that bad?" He looked at you making you nod, saying it was okay to tell him.

"Oh, it's that bad. It was all a bet." Everyone looked at you in shock. Tsukishima even gave you a small smile. You just nuzzled your way into Suna trying to make yourself disappear.

"I'm sorry... S-Suna..." he looked down at you before gently rubbing your arms kissing your head lightly.

"I knew you still had a thing for him, you lying bitch!" You immediately tensed up, Suna looked at the boy over his shoulder. He stopped short in his track as he noticed all the death glares he was receiving.

"What did you just call our manager?" The twins said together looking at the boy with murderous glares.

"Daichi, I need my knives!" That was what made him run, but all the boys followed, all except you two.

"You okay...?" You looked up at him and shook your head.

"Not really..."

"Hm, want to come over and watch a movie...?" He was ignoring what your ex said, making you sigh.

"You don't have to beat around the bush, I get it, you don't like me... so..."

"I-I didn't think much of what he said." You don't really ever see a blushing Suna, so it was a first. "I-I thought he was lying... but, w-who said I didn't like you back?" Your eyes widen a little as he looked away.

"Do you... like me back...?" All the boys stopped at the door hearing your conversation and like Suna would do if this was one of the twins, they filmed it.

"I... I do..." You felt a smile appear on your messed-up face. Suna looked down at you and smiled back. "I-I'll kiss you when your lip isn't busted." You both laughed before hugging your best friend, well now boyfriend.

#Haikyuu #sugawara x y/n #kenma x y/n #suna x y/n #break up #couch companions #cute couple #best friend #fluff #angst #confessions #haikyuu x y/n

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Nurse Din

Relationship: Din Djarin x Reader Warnings: N/A, just fluff! Summary: You seem to be coming down with a cold so the Mandalorian takes on a new role: a nurse. Based off the prompt: person b pressing their forehead against person a's forehead to check if they have a fever. A/N: this is one of the last fluffy one shots (i have a whole Din series i never posted on here...yet.....along with some smut.........will be posted at some point i promise) I have for my Mandalorian writing and honestly? I miss it. I will be writing for the Mandalorian again because idk it was just a nice time. I liked letting myself explore that world and characters :)

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You woke up just feeling… bad. Your muscles were aching, your stomach was doing somersaults, and… oh, Maker, was that a burn in your throat?

"Ugh," you tried to groan at your disheveled state but it came out more like an aggressive cough which certainly did not help your throat.

You squirmed on the cot, taking advantage of the fact you were alone as your husband was already up doing whatever he did. (Okay — you did know his schedule but your uncomfortable state was preventing you from registering anything. You were just thankful you weren’t cramped together with him in this state.)

You were just starting to drift back to sleep as your heavy eyelids finally caved in from staring at nothing when something gave out a little coo next to you. Reluctantly, you peaked over your shoulder and came face-to-face with the small green child you had come to adore — well, he was adorable when he wasn’t waking you up.

"What?" You grumbled, your tired voice coming out rough. You let out another cough which Grogu just cocked his head at.

When you didn’t show signs of getting up, he started babbling again, trying to get your attention.

You forced yourself out of your near-dream state, furrowing your features wondering what in the galaxy he could want — oh. You were supposed to get him breakfast. In your delusional, ill state, you had completely forgotten your responsibilities.

Well, okay, you thought, it was just getting him breakfast, and then you could return to sleep. But even just the motions of sitting up in the cot made you hack up a lung. The child looked at you now fully concerned about what was going on with one of his parents. You tried catching your breath but the mixture of the coughing with the aching muscles and burning throat was taking a toll on you.

It wasn’t long into your coughing-fit that Din caught wind and came to check you. Usually, you were up by now, watching the child. When you weren’t awake and ready yet, he had simply thought Grogu was giving you a hard time. But when the unmistakable sound of coughing rang throughout the ship, Din realized there was much more going on. A mild panic set in as he made his way in to check on you.

"Riduur?" Din asked, entering the sleep quarters. He watched you slumped over in the bed, groaning in discomfort. The child was looking between you both, mostly wondering who was giving him breakfast.

"Hmm?" You hummed, turning to your concerned husband in the doorway. Shivers ran down your back. You reached for blankets, cuddling them tightly. Din made his way to bed picking up the child in the process and setting him on your pillow. Din stood at your side, looking down at you.

"What’s wrong, cyra’ika?" He asked, placing a loving hand on your shoulder, feeling you shake beneath his touch. Din wasn’t liking this one bit.

You coughed, clearing your throat and, said, "I think I caught a bug."

Din sighed and removed his helmet. Leaning down, he touched his forehead to yours, feeling the feverish warmth radiating off your skin as he did. More panic started settling in, realizing your hunch was very much correct.

You two had stopped the other day in a busy village totally ran over with a bustling population. You hadn’t thought much as you wove your way through the crowd to purchase the items you were looking for. But, as fate would have it, someone somewhere was incubating something and you caught it.

You melted into Din’s touch, letting your muscles relax a bit, even if it was a peculiar gesture. "What did you do that for?"

He pulled away and replaced his helmet. "What do you mean?" The muffled voice returned.

"You checked my fever with your forehead," you let out a weak chuckle, glancing up at him as you readjusted the blankets. "Don’t we have devices for that or something?"

Din shrugged, "I went the old fashioned route."

"I don’t even think they did that in the old times," you gave a small smile knowing fully well your husband was growing annoyed with you as the seconds went by. Well, what could you say? A little cold wasn’t taking away your feisty attitude

"You’re sick, can barely make it out of bed, and you want to argue with me about how I checked for a fever?" Din asked, his tone holding fake anger.

"Please," you paused, letting a small cough take over for a second. "I haven’t been able to focus on a single thought all morning. Be thankful I’m even awake and talking."

Another shiver came over you after you spoke, sending you into a shaking fit. You pulled the blankets but found you had already acquired all of them. Noticing your distress still, Grogu waddled from the pillows, making himself comfortable in your lap. He looked up at you, eyes squinting in concern. Your heart dropped as you realized you were still neglecting the little guy.

"Oh, shoot," you frowned, "you still need-,"

Din cut you off. "I’ll take care of him. You just rest, cyra’ika."

He scooped up Grogu who was still looking at you, confused. He cooed, trying to reach out to you. Din held him back and motioned for you to lay down.

"Are you sure?" You asked, curling up on the bed.

"Of course," Din nodded and tucked you into the blankets. You smiled stupidly at the care he was giving you.

It was a slightly miserable rest, but you were able to get what felt like just a few minutes (in reality, it had been a few hours) of sleepy bliss before Din came back with Grogu following closely behind. You blinked in confusion, trying to wake up as Din sat at the foot of the cot. Your mind didn’t feel as hazy as it had earlier but the aches were still as present as ever.

You rolled over, greeted by your husband. His helmet had been discarded again and he was watching you, a concerned look in his eyes. You tried giving a weak smile hoping to communicate you were okay. He didn’t seem convinced.

Breaking your stares, a soft babble came from next to the bed. You looked over and were greeted by the child who was holding a little thing of soup. While you couldn’t smell it well, it was steaming and looked fresh, making your stomach give the tiniest rumble.

"Soup?" You coughed. "For me?"

The child extended his arms, trying to hand you the bowl. Two big eyes peeked over the rim as he watched you, waiting. You sat up and graciously accepted the food. You held it close, taking small sips of the wonderful broth. You didn’t even really know there was soup on this ship so either someone spent a nice credit on it or Din had been holding out on you.

"Is it- Does it taste alright?" Din asked, seeming almost… nervous. You gulped down more broth, brows furrowed in questioning.

"It’s wonderful," you nodded. "Why? Is there something wrong with it?"

Din chuckled, "No, no. I just…" He paused, looking down at the floor and then back at you. "You’ve just never been sick before — well, none of us have ever been sick before — and I’m just not used to taking care of someone like… like this."

"Oh, honey-,"

But Din abruptly stood up before you could get anything else out. Planting a sweet kiss on your forehead, he mumbled, "I’m gonna find you some tea."

You frowned but nodded, continuing to drink your soup. You despised when he would do that. He’d open up a little bit and then shut down. Granted, he had gotten better at it the longer your relationship went but you thought marriage would be the helpful push he needed and it hadn’t added up like that so far. But it was fine. You took your own time to reassure him about things, putting words where his sometimes weren’t.

He came back moments later as you finished the last of your food. You handed the bowl back to Grogu who took a second to see if he could find any leftovers for himself. You gave a small smile watching him stick his head in the bowl, hunting.

Din gave you the cup of tea and, just like the soup, you cradled it close, sipping the liquid slowly. The continuous warmth was doing wonders for your throat.

"Maybe you should be a nurse," you said, peaking over the cup at your husband who was again taking a spot at the foot of the bed. He turned to you, a playful smirk on his face.

"A nurse?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah," you nodded. "Retire and take care of some little ole sick folks like me. You’re doing such a good job at it."

"Was that sarcasm?"

You sighed, dropping the joking act. You reached your one hand to grasp his, which he happily welcomed, and said, "No, riduur, it wasn’t. I mean it. I’ve never felt so cared for before."

Din looked away as if taking in your words. He brought his other hand to pat your connected ones. After what felt like the longest seconds ever, he turned back to you, his grateful eyes meeting yours.

"I’m glad," he said. Your heart raged with love for the Mandalorian before you. Never did you think you’d find someone who comforting, so caring, and yet here he was like a fever dream.

You took in the love he had to offer and placed a light kiss on his cheek, trying to return it just a bit. He smiled and turned to place a real kiss on your lips, but your hand came up in protest.

"I’m disgusting," you explained, disconnecting your touch and returning to cuddling your tea. "Maker knows what germs I got brewing."

"Fine," he sighed, "but you owe me endless kisses once you’re better."

You smiled, "Endless kisses?"

Your husband nodded, "Oh, yeah. So many kisses your lips are going to be so sore."

"Sounds horrible," you giggled, taking a sip of your tea. "But worth it."

Din let out a low chuckle and got up from the bed. He returned a kiss to your cheek and said, "Finish your tea and then get more rest. You need it, cyra’ika."

You nodded in agreement and watched as Din picked up Grogu, and began carrying him out of the space.

"Come on," he said to the child who was watching you. "We need to let your mom sleep."

The child gave a little coo in either agreement or protest (you couldn’t tell but either way it was adorable). You smiled, watching them exit. Finishing up the last of your tea, you placed the cup on the floor and then curled back up in your blankets.

Drifting off, you relished in the comfort of everything. Sure, you were sick out of your mind, but you had two loves waiting for your recovery and eager to make you feel better any way they could. Oh, yeah. This was way more than you could’ve ever asked for.

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla Dark [01]

ー The scene starts in Yui’s room

Yui: Haah...Carla-san seemed awfully busy...

( I came back to my room so I wouldn’t get in his way. )

( He’s been continuously looking into various matters for days on end now. )

( I mean, I guess that’s to be expected ever since he decided to participate in the war but... )

ー She walks over to the window

Yui: ...

( I can see see the familiar sight of Banmaden’s garden from the window. )

( We’ll soon end up leaving this place, won’t we...? )

( When we do, I’ll become even more concerned about Carla-san’s illness...I want him to look after his health... )

( If Endzeit’ symptoms were to get worse, I...I’m honestly not sure what I’d do. )

Haah...

ー Somebody enters her room and embraces her from behind

*Rustle*

Yui: Eh...!?

( Somebody’s wrapping their arms around me from behind...!? )

Carla-san...!

Carla: ーー No need to worry.

Yui: Eh...!? U-Um...How can you tell what I was thinking?

Carla: ーー Honestly, I find it curious how you’d assume I would not be able to figure out as much.

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: There is not a single other woman out there who is as easy to read as you are, Yui.

Yui: ( Could it be I let all of it show through my facial expressions...? How embarrassing... )

Carla: Either way, stop fretting over it.

Yui: B-But...I can’t help but think about your health...

Carla: And I am telling you there is no need to do so.

Yui: ( That’s easy for him to say... )

Carla: Why are you giving me that look?

Yui: Eh?

( I guess I let it show again... )

Carla: Beyond grief, I can tell that you are somewhat displeased.

Yui: No, that’s not true.

Carla: Hmph. I wonder? Then do as I say. Do not make me repeat myself over and over.

Selection

→ Okay (M)

Yui: ...Okay. I’ll try not to worry too much...

Carla: Glad to know you understand. ーー Or that’s what I’d like to say, at least.

But will you truly be able to do that?

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: It is easy for you to say that, but can you flip the switch that easily?

Yui: Ugh...

( I guess it truly might be impossible when he puts it like that... )

Carla: So? What do you say?

Yui: Well...it might be tricky...

Carla: Hah. Do not make promises you will not be able to keep.

Yui: ...I’m sorry...

Carla: Oh well, I suppose all I have to do is get you to understand.

→ I can’t (S)

Yui: Even if you say that, you can’t ask for the impossible...

Carla: Hooh. So you have chosen to talk back to me?

Yui: This isn’t talking back. I just can’t help but be worried about you...!

Even if you tell me there’s no need to, I can’t just flip a switch and stop doing it...

Carla: Since when have you become so disobedient?

Yui: ...I believe this is the one thing I cannot stop myself from doing, no matter what you say.

Carla: Hmph. It would seem to me that you are dying to get punished.

Yui: No way...

Carla: I suppose that’s fine. I shall do just that until you realize that there is truly no need to worry.

Yui: Eh...? Ah...!

*Thud*

Yui: ( He hugged me even tighter... )

Carla: Can you tell? The strength in my arms as I hold you close.

I shall praise you for being so considerate towards me.

However, I am most definitely not in bad shape. You are wrong to even worry about my health in the first place.

Yui: ...Carla-san...!

( Such incredible strength...He’s squeezing too tight, it’s almost hard to breathe... )

Carla: Well then. You should be reminded of my power even more.

*Rustle rustle*

ー He bites her

Carla: Nn...

Yui: Ah...!

Carla: ...Nnh...Nn...Hah...

Yui: ( His fangs are sinking in my neck... )

( He’s sucking my blood incredibly forceful... I’m starting to become lightheaded... )

Carla-san...

( He isn’t holding anything back... My body’s heating up... )

Carla: Hah...You realize how strong I am now, don’t you...?

All you need to do...is heed my words...Just be by my side, without worrying about unnecessary things...

Yui: O-Okay...I understand...

Carla: Heh. That expression, I suppose you finally truly understand...

You truly are a handful. However...I suppose that is not a bad thing...

Well then, allow me to give you a reward...Nn...

Yui: Ah...

( He’s being more gentle than before now...It still hurts, but it’s also somehow tender... )

Carla-san...

Carla: Heh...What’s wrong? You have that dreamy look in your eyes.

Nn...Aahー Right. Perfect...

Empty your mind. Simply lose yourself in the feeling of my fangs...

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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Good Morning (5)

note- I've been kind of absent here lately because my job is g a r b a g e and I've been dealing with that, buuuuut hello friends, feedback is loved and appreciated

master

Wedding planning was going great, until it wasn’t.

Anna knew exactly what she wanted and exactly how she wanted everything to look, taste, feel, et cetera. She was so in control of everything that it was almost too much.

Not too much for her, but entirely too much for Matthew.

He loved Anna, because of course he did, she was his soon to be wife, but he couldn’t shake you. Matthew Tkachuk couldn’t shake you, as hard as he tried, you were constantly on his mind. Due to his situation, he knew the remainder of the wedding planning was going to be a goddamn blast. Matthew couldn’t wait to see the woman he was desperately attracted to standing next to the woman he was going to marry.

“Fuck,” Anna downed a shot of vodka before you could even register it, “i’m so fucking nervous.”

“Why?”

“The wedding is in like three weeks and we’re supposed to be ordering a cake today and, per fuckin’ usual, Matt is late.”

“Anna,” you tried to soothe her, “i’m not trying to be an asshole but you’re planning on having your wedding in the middle of the season, Matt’s got other stuff going on.”

“Ugh, yeah,” she rolled her eyes and stabbed her fork into the lemon cake sample in front of her, “i’ve been eating egg whites and raw vegetables for the past two weeks to make up for today’s tasting, you know. I want to stay in shape and still enjoy this but he’s not even here and, sorry babe, you’re not my man. This was supposed to be special.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. When Anna had invited you to come to the cake tasting, she seemed absolutely ecstatic to have you there. Making no mention of Matthew at all, she gushed about how great it would be to do this together.

Luckily for you, the bell jingling above the door alerted everyone to the entrance of someone else.

“Hey babe,” he made his way over to Anna and gave her a quick peck on the lips, “sorry for being late. Practice was brutal.”

“It’s fine,” her words sounded sugary sweet but you knew her, and you knew that she was pissed, “at least you’re here.”

“Well,” Matthew cleared his throat and took a seat between the two of you, “I busted my ass at practice today, I think I deserve some cake.”

“Definitely,” the girl working at the bakery tried to break the tension, “would you like to try any specific flavor?”

“Hm,” Matthew ran a hand through his curls as he looked over the list of cake flavors, “almond cake with banana filling sounds good.”

Oh fuck. No, Matthew, no, no no. Your heart was racing and you weren’t prepared for what was about to go down.

“Did you try that yet? I know it’s a mix of your favorite flavors.”

He was directing the question in your direction, with a small smile playing on his lips, and you were doing your best to avoid eye contact.

“No, not yet.”

“No,” Anna interrupted, “we haven’t tried banana or almond because both of those flavors are fucking garbage, so let’s get on with it. No need for you guys to take a trip down fucking memory lane, today is about me, remember?”

You fell into a friendship with Matthew long before you fell into bed with him. He had always had that younger brother type that you tried your best to avoid. You couldn’t avoid him though, because he just wouldn’t fucking go away.

“What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?”

“I don’t like ice cream.”

“Shut the fuck up, everyone likes ice cream.”

“Not me,” you sent a smile in his direction, “entirely too sweet.”

“Unbelievable, well, you should give this a shot?”

“What is it?”

“Banana almond, my favorite flavor ever.”

“Sounds shit, but I’m willing to try it.”

Banana almond ice cream sounded terrible but was actually incredible and you knew that Matthew was never going to let you live your previous opinions down.

What you didn’t know, was that he was about to disappear from your life completely.

You slept heavy that night, waking up with the indents of sheets on your face. That didn’t bother you, but his absence did. Typical Matthew showed up and he was everything that you expected, good in bed and emotionally unavailable. This time, he was all of those things without bothering to come around.

“Of course we remember, Anna. We all fucking know today is about you,” he paused, “babe.”

She seemed satisfied with what he had just said but you were thoroughly confused.

“Baby, Anna,” Matthew cooed, drawing her attention immediately, “why don’t you go with the baker and decide on how many tiers you want the cake to be?”

“Yeah,” she was quick to comply, “I need to do that.”

Anna and the associate helping her lead them into the bakery, leaving you alone with Matthew.

“Almond cake with banana filling is what we’re going to have.”

“She doesn’t like either of those flavors.”

“I know, but she has been in control of everything, I think I should have this one thing, right?”

“It’s her wedding Matthew, and she knows this flavor is a bit of a thing for us.”

“It’s my wedding too. I don’t want lemon berry, I want banana and almond. If it’s not already completely fucking obvious, I don’t want Anna. I want you.”

Pushing your feelings for Matthew to the side was easy when he was marrying your best friend. You loved them both and all you wanted for them was happiness.

You still wanted that, but now that he had declared his actual feelings, you were torn. You were torn between who you loved more. Both Matthew and Anna were important to you, so much so that it took the day of the wedding for you to make a decision.

“This is so fucking bad,” you whimpered against his lips as he pushed you against the wall, “we’re in a church, Matthew.”

“Yeah,” he questioned before gently pressing his tongue into your mouth, “i’m supposed to get married in like an hour, of course this is fucking bad.”

You knew it was wrong. You knew that Anna was somewhere else in the church preparing to get married to the love of her life, the same man that had his tongue in your mouth.

You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t make yourself care. You didn’t give a shit at all that he was supposed to marry someone else that day. At that moment, it didn’t matter in the slightest.

It was half past three in the afternoon and the ceremony should have started thirty minutes ago but it hadn’t, because Matthew’s lips were attached to your neck and pressing marks into your skin.

“You’re late for the ceremony,” you spoke between deep breaths, thoroughly enjoying Matthew’s attention to your body.

“Oh,” he pressed a kiss to your stomach, “well,” followed by another to the top of your hipbone.

He was supposed to be getting married. He was not supposed to be settling himself between your legs. He was supposed to be saying ‘I do’ and kissing his wife. He was not supposed to be whining your name while kissing your most intimate parts.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, but you didn’t mind that it did.

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Say My Name and I’ll Be There: 9.1

Author’s Note: Short chapter. My anxiety has gotten really bad and I’m busy so I could use some virtual hugs haha

"You dared to deceive an archon?"

The bellow hung heavy in the morning air, but Childe didn't flinch. "Oh? If my memory serves me correctly, you were all for my plan." A slight excitement rushed within his chest at the thought of the possibility of fighting an archon today. The joy he would feel! To have the privilege of testing his strength against a former god--

"Don't play games with me," Zhongli growled, his infuriated gaze sliding to the brat that was more than amused at his ill-composed state. Archons, the consultant was trying so hard not to summon a meteor this instant--something his past self would've done without a moment of hesitation. "You nearly--"

"I never claimed to be one of the good guys, sensei."

Zhongli bit the inside of his lip until he drew blood and his eyes glowed a threatening yellow that was far too similar to the Exuvia. He so desperately wanted to run Childe into the ground, to pummel him with the same spears that defeated Osial himself. To do so would mean the complete and utter destruction of the harbor that sat below them, as they were on the hill behind the Liyue Qixing's headquarters. The sun beat down on them harshly as if to mirror Zhongli's rage.

"I have my own agenda to fulfill, in the end." Something somewhat apologetic flashed in the harbinger's eyes before he looked out to the vast sea, still unflinching from Zhongli's threatening aura.

"You have broken a contract. A breach in trust. Do you know what this means for you?" I'll end him right here. As a cost for the Tsaritsa to pay for breaching--No. Zhongli took a deep breath to quell the raging tides of fury that swirled in his being. No. The Tsaritsa broke no contract. I willingly gave Xiao after being played like a fool by Childe. That's right. Anger consumes all rational thought; Zhongli could not allow himself to make the same mistakes. To do so would surely destroy any concept of safety for you and Xiao.

"I will fight to the death if you see it fit, Mr. Zhongli." The corner of his lips curled slightly upwards after hearing the anger in the consultant's voice, but they downturned again as he turned to face the man. "But, as I see it, I have learned from that...experience in Fontaine."

Zhongli's hard gaze remained unwavering as stone.

"Mezzetin..." Childe returned to his view of the ocean. "...has been in too dark of a place as of late. I had deceived you in an effort to protect her from your yaksha; his presence seemed to have too negative of an impact on her. So I thought, for her benefit, I would recruit her into the Fatui for her own safety. From Xiao, and from the unrelenting forces of Snezhnaya. She wouldn't have to live in fear of us as long as she was with us.

"But then another side effect showed up and I realized I had made a mistake for deceiving you, Mr. Zhongli. I was mistaken to think that the yaksha was the problem instead of the distance between the pair. That, dear sensei, is why I brought her here for the Lantern Rite."

While he's speaking from the heart, he is still being untruthful. The archon stood unmoving, rage reigniting a little until a memory of Guizhong flashed in his mind. He wouldn't bring her to Liyue without another motive.

"I'm speaking honestly, Mr. Zhongli." Childe didn't even hold his signature smile across his lips; he was dead serious. "While this excursion most definitely benefits the Tsaritsa, I only brought Mezzetin for her own wellbeing."

Zhongli still wasn't buying it, and he approached Childe until he was at his ear. His low voice had to have dropped an octave lower while he maintained his composed but threatening demeanor. "The next time you cross me or seek to harm those in our group, you will join Osial below Guyun Stone Forest."

The threat was enough to send a slight chill down Childe's spine, as reluctant as he would admit it, but the harbinger grinned darkly nonetheless. After all, how could a measly chill overpower the thrill of battle he always got? It egged him on, but...he did consider Zhongli a comrade more than a means to an end for the Tsaritsa. One that he didn't want to lose, even if he was still pissed that the consultant had deceived him for being a human and not the Lord of Geo.

The archon began to brush past Childe, when the harbinger gripped his shoulder to keep him in place. "Mark my words, Mr. Zhongli. When the time comes, you will be relying on me once more."

What? Zhongli rotated his head, but Childe had already let go of his shoulder and started to walk off. He would've perceived the statement as the threat that it was, if it weren't for the different fluctuations in Childe's voice. Was that melancholy he sensed? Guilt? Uncertainty? Zhongli narrowed his eyes as he watched the harbinger scale off the mountain with his glider.

Perhaps that was enough to get through to him, Childe thought to himself without peering over his shoulder. He didn't dare say too much. The Tsaritsa will get what she needs for her war; what's it to her if he moves a few chess pieces across the board himself? This is the only time he would ever allow to make such a daring exception. As long as you and Aether didn't try to intervene down the line, then maybe he could bring you freedom...

That was a cry for help, Zhongli found himself dumb-founded. Childe's figure was now a spec in the distance and near touchdown in the plaza.

.......................

"Will you two cut it out already?!" You had thought that the subject had long passed, but apparently Aether had no mercy teasing you as he had always teased Paimon. "We didn't do anything! How many times do I have to say that?" You drew a deep breath to keep up with your mouth. "Or do I have to whack it into you?!"

"Hm, dunno, Paimon thinks denial is even more suspicious than silence!"

"Ugh, why did you have to go and say we 'slept together...'" Your head dropped into your hands in an exasperated manner, eyebrows furrowing together with the threat of an impending headache.

"Mortals make too large of a fuss over such trivial matters. It was really nothing," Xiao scoffed at the traveler and the weird floating thing he still couldn't figure out. It was then that he remembered your odd behavior in bed this morning, and how you were exhibiting the same redness now. "Though...I do have a few questions. Why do humans flush red at the most random of times?"

"EH?!" Your hand instinctually flew to his mouth, nearly covering up--except the yaksha caught your wrist before you had the chance to prevent him from saying anything else that could be perceived the wrong way. "What are you--?! Just stop talking!"

"Like now," Xiao noted aloud, completely oblivious to the dumb-founded shock--or what could've been exasperated horror--on Aether's and Paimon's faces.

"Think of it as a defense mechanism," Childe approached the group, completely lacking the tension from earlier. "Or as an indicator for lying."

"'Lying?'" Xiao looked unconvinced as his eyes met yours. You definitely didn't flush red when lying.

"Well, in some settings," Childe let out a chuckle before plopping his hand atop your head. It wouldn't be inaccurate to think that Xiao nearly summoned his weapon and thought of slicing his hand off right then and there. "Are you ready to go?"

"Go? But you said tomorrow." Lips pursed into an irritated pout as you turned to face him, nonchalantly pushing his hand off of you in the process. "And Zhongli said something about a possible del-"

"The matter is settled." Was it just you, or was his smile a little strained?

"And if we don't let you take her back?" Aether stepped forward. A few pedestrians glanced his way while passing the group.

"Oh? Is this your way of asking me for a fight? I'd be happy to humor you."

"You can't take all three of us at once," the boy took another step forward, this time lowering his stance as if he were ready to lunge at the harbinger. Paimon egged him on.

"Will you two stop with this macho contest?" Your growl seemed to snap them out of it. "No one is fighting. I left with the harbingers to prevent that from happening."

"If the lady insists." Child winked at Aether, who scoffed in turn. Then he faced you once more. "As for the sudden change in our depart, I simply changed my mind. Meet at the Northland Bank. You have one hour."

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"One hour?!?!" You were still fuming over the smug smile that had tugged at the corner of Childe's lips after the three of you parted from him. "What...What am I supposed to do in an hour?! I swear I'm gonna--"

"Paimon thinks we should take him out now!"

"Why are you so bloodthirsty when it comes to Childe?" Aether reminded her to keep her voice down, suddenly conscious of the stares you were all getting.

"Why aren't you? He's lied to us, hurt us, and now he's hurting our friends! Paimon simply can't accept that!"

Aether had long since tuned Paimon's voice out and was focused on you and Xiao instead. The lack of eye contact between the two of you made it blatantly obvious there were some things to discuss privately. "We'll let you have some alone time."

"Huh? Why're you leaving?" You spun on your heel with a confused expression, whirling to a stop once you faced the boy. "Shouldn't we all be together before I--"

"You'd rather not be alone with your boyfriend before you leave?" A confused, innocent tilt of the head sent you into another wave of embarrassment.

"B-boyfriend?!"

"Hold up! You're telling Paimon you're embarrassed by THAT even though you two--"

"Boy...friend...?" Xiao's face twisted in clear disgust as if he had eaten something sour, the words being carefully sounded out. You were his companion. What is this 'boy friend' term being flung around all of a sudden? "I've lived for a millennia and you dare refer to me as a child? Have you no respect for the adepti?"

"U-um!" Your stammer caught the attention of his narrowed eyes, and his gaze softened slightly. "Just ignore them. It's not a bad term or anything of the sort," you sent a pleading glance Aether's way so he wouldn't reveal the meaning of the word. Boyfriend...ah, I guess he is now...! Despite your heated cheeks, a flutter of excitement pressed against your chest at the thought and you broke eye contact with the yaksha.

"Yeah, you two need to talk about that," Aether laughed before turning serious. "Be careful. If you need help, Xiao can hear you, right? You just need to pray to him and--"

You nodded, "I know," and gifted him with a grim smile. "Don't worry about me. Focus on finding your sister. I'll figure out a way to deal with the Tsaritsa sooner or later." You pulled him into a tight hug, yanking Paimon out of the air to envelope her in one too. "I'll come back."

"That better be a promise you won't break."

"I swear it on my Granny's grave." The three of you released one another and stepped back. You waved them goodbye as they ran in the direction of the funeral parlor before turning to Xiao. "So..."

Xiao crossed his arms and shifted his weight onto his other foot, closing his eyes in a somewhat pensive manner. "Is there anything you wanted to do before you leave?"

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More Than A Fairytale

Also on AO3. Pairing: Itachi/Sakura. Summary: The first boy that was ever nice to her was the last boy she’d be interested in. And it just so happened to be *him*. He was her soulmate. She was sure of it. ItaSaku. Non-Mass. Prompt: Soulmates. Rated: T. Words: 4,245. Status: Complete. Author note: This is non-mass but with the nine-tails attack, though I won't be touching on it. At all. It turned out so fluffy and tooth aching and was a b*tch to write but it's here. Albeit late, though not too late. *hopefully* Enjoy. ^_^

Warnings/tags: Just for fluff, pining, light angst, etc.

This is a LATE (but still before the cut off time) submission for itasakuweek2021. Sorry for the delay @fm-white. Hope you’re doing well. Thanks for hosting this event. :)

“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.” – Judy Garland

Sakura wanted to scream and throw things. This was the last time she was ever going to be nice to boys! Ugh! How her mother thought any boy was good enough for her, she didn’t understand. They were rude and mean and all the other gross things that Ino giggled about when they were in the back of the classroom. She joined the Academy to get closer to a boy and boy did she regret it. She thought she’d found the one. He was just as cute as her book said he’d be. And just as interesting. Her mother had given her The Book when she started showing interest in boys and it became her go-to for fairy tales.

Magic and romance were so pretty and gave her tingly feelings.

But Sasuke-kun was definitely not her soulmate. Someone who was meant for her was supposed to be nice to her. They were supposed to be helpful and interested in the things she had to say, not brush her off and call her annoying. According to The Book he wasn’t it. And she didn’t care that he was the cutest boy in her class. Sasuke-kun was mean!

“Aargh!”

Stomping out of the classroom, with her bag on her back and her book hugged to her chest, Sakura ignored Iruka-sensei when he called out to her. She just didn’t want to be in the same building as Sasuke-kun anymore! No. Wait. Drop the kun. She growled, elbowing her way past other students. He didn’t deserve that honorific anymore. She deserved better than him. Her soulmate wasn’t going to get her angry enough to want to throttle him.

Sasuke was too skilled with kunai and taijustu so she couldn’t beat him up. But one day, she was going to give him a punch that could break mountains! And then he might feel half as bad as he made her feel today. Sakura continued to fume as she left the Academy building and headed out to the training area before realising Iruka had sent an older student to check for her. She quickly redirected and left the academy grounds completely.

Sakura was a dedicated student who never left the grounds during school hours. She felt both scared and excited at the same time. Sasuke was the reason she’d gone there in the first place. But now she felt like it was just a lie. Her parents never pushed her to become a kunoichi. She just agreed to it.

What now?

Sakura sighed. She had no idea. But at least she still had her book. With nice pictures and big bold kanji. It said her soulmate would be nice to her, helpful, and always put her first. Someone out there was going to be nice to her, she still believed it. She just had to wait for them to notice her. None of the boys in the Academy cared about her and while she enjoyed the theory and found it easy, the workload in the training ground didn’t excite her. Being a ninja sounded scary. Thinking about Sasuke and how cool he was would get her head back in the game, but that was before.

She wandered aimlessly, unconsciously taking a long way back home. And she was reading The Book and not looking where she was going when Sakura banged into someone taller than her. They were like a brick wall, and adult sized. She hit him so hard that there was no way to steady herself. Sakura fell back against another person and then forward again as the crowd jostled her.

“Aah!”

Sakura tripped, throwing her arms forward to brace her fall and dropping her book in the process. She cried out again at the shock and pain when her hands hit the ground, then tumbled to land on her side.

“Damn kid.”

The shadow of the person who’d accidentally knocked her down moved away and was replaced by another, shorter than the last one but taller than her. His hand was soft too; he offered it to her, and she grasped it as tightly as she could with hers. He pulled her up and she cried out. Something was bruised. He wrapped an arm around her back like he was preparing to help her along when she tried to pull away.

“My book!” she gasped, looking around for it.

The boy turned them so she could spot it. Faster than she could move, he stepped forward and bent to pick it up for her. She dusted it off and raised her face to his as he hooked his arm around her again. Sakura blinked heavily, surprised by what greeted her. He was wearing a uniform. She gasped, recognising the gear. Sakura knew about Anbu. She’d read all about them. They were the best of the best and nobody could ever beat them. Except for the Hokage. A boy maybe five years old than her was wearing a mask and Anbu gear. An Anbu had helped her!

“Let’s get you somewhere I can check your wounds.”

He didn’t offer to take her to the hospital. But Sakura didn’t mind. Maybe it was out of his way. The Anbu boy lifted her off the ground and gently moved them to a bench the next building over, away from the crowd and people she might slam into again. Her head was spinning from the sudden movement, but she clutched her book tightly and didn’t complain. Anbu-san lowered her onto the bench and knelt down in front of her, inspecting the scrapes on her hands and knees.

“These don’t look too bad,” he said. “I have some salve on hand which should keep an infection at bay. But you’ll have to wash it thoroughly at home, okay?”

She nodded. “Thank-you, Anbu-san.”

She winced as he applied the salve but kept the smile on her face as best as she could.

“Call me Itachi,” he said.

“Really?” She looked up him as he cocked his head to the side. His mask reminded her of a weasel. “Is that your super-secret code name?”

He chuckled. “No.

“You need one.”

“Not for you,” he said, and she frowned. “Just call me Itachi.”

“You can call me Sakura.”

“A cute name,” he said, and she blushed. “Are you okay now?”

She nodded, lowering her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m silly. This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t run away.”

He tilted his head at her but didn’t ask. Sakura sighed. She had wanted to be a ninja because of Sasuke but here she was, hopeless and getting fixed up like she was useless. “I wanna be strong. Like you, Itachi.”

He sat down next to her, and it didn’t occur to her childish mind to wonder why an Anbu was wasting time with her, a silly little girl. She didn’t see the small, sad smile behind his mask as she reminded him of his younger brother. Nor the way he pressed his lips together in frustration at how sad she looked.

“If you want to be strong,” he said. “Then be strong.” He glanced at her backpack and the Academy sticker she’d stuck to the side of it, thinking perhaps she’d done so proudly.

“You think so, Itachi-san?” She wiped at her eyes as tears threatened to fall. “You don’t think I’m too weak?”

“Everyone starts out weak,” he said. “But if you work hard enough and never give up, then yes, I think you can be very strong.”

Forgetting her earlier angst, Sakura puffed up her chest proudly. “I’m going to be a kunoichi!”

“With that attitude, no doubt.” He sounded amused.

She grinned up at him.

“How old are you, eight?”

“Seven,” she said excitedly.

“I have a brother your age. He’s in the Academy.”

Remembering why she’d run out of school, Sakura groaned. “I hate the boys my age.”

He chuckled. “They can be very annoying.”

She giggled. “Definitely.”

Sakura hugged her book to her chest. She thought of the fairy tale stories and how the book said her soulmate would make her feel better every time she was sad. “Itachi-san, do you know what a soulmate is?”

“Soulmate?”

The girl nodded her head enthusiastically. “I read all about them.” She placed the book on her lap. “Somewhere, everyone has another soul. Someone who completes them and is perfect for them.” She peered at him. “But I don’t know if you’re cute enough.”

She giggled again and he looked around for a moment before turning back to her then lifting his mask for a moment. She gaped but he just pressed a finger to his lips. Itachi was very cute. She blushed and fiddled with her book nervously as he gave her a soft smile. She liked the way it made his eyes crinkle as they closed. He replaced the porcelain mask.

“Don’t tell my captain I did that, okay?”

Sakura nodded seriously. “Promise.”

He stood and stretched for a moment. “I have to go now. Make sure to wash your wounds and see a medic.”

Sakura felt her heart drop. “Uh, Itachi-kun?”

He looked down at her, but she wouldn’t meet his eyes. So, to speak.

“Can… can we be soulmates?”

He didn’t respond at first and Sakura felt rejected. Did he hate her all of a sudden?

“Ask me again after you become a kunoichi,” he said.

“Oh, I will!” Sakura beamed at him as he bowed slightly.

“Goodbye, Sakura.”

She watched him as he took a few steps, waved back at her, and then took flight. Her mouth dropped open as he landed on the nearby roof and then disappeared.

He has to be my soulmate.

.:.

Sakura did not meet her soulmate again until years later. She didn’t even know anything about him other than his given name and the fact that he wasn’t a medic Anbu. It wasn’t until she met Kakashi-sensei and mentioned the incident off-hand that she discovered more about him. His Anbu mask had been distinctive enough (a weasel, which was ironic given this name), so she hadn’t explained that she’d seen his face. Which was a good thing, since it turned out Kakashi had been his Captain at the time. She kept her promise.

Itachi Uchiha.

Sasuke’s big brother.

Were the fates laughing at her or was it just fate? Sakura still believed that there was a soulmate out there for her, but she no longer held to the childish infatuation for it the way she once did. Plenty of shinobi had been nice and helpful toward her since that day. Just none that she’d been romantically interested in. She could still remember how kind and gentle Itachi had been and what was once childish infatuation had now blossomed into a long-standing crush. Even if nothing came of it, she would always look back on it fondly.

But Sakura never approached Itachi in the intervening years. Somehow, she’d painted this picture-perfect memory of that day and didn’t want it to be ruined by meeting the man in question in the flesh. Again. If he pissed her off, as was so easy to do she could admit, it would taint that day. It was like a fairy tale, her recollection of their meeting, and she wanted to preserve it.

Her avoidance of Itachi was made harder when Sasuke began (albeit grudgingly) inviting the team back to the Uchiha compound. Sakura always had somewhere else to be. She knew Kakashi was still friends with the man, and Naruto was raving about how “cool” he was after their first visit. But Sakura chickened out each time. She felt anxious every time their team finished a mission or sparring match and planned to head to the Uchiha home. The copy ninja was intelligent though, and sometimes she saw his knowing look in her peripherals. He wasn’t fooling her though.

He didn’t go either.

When Sakura approached Lady Tsunade about becoming her student it was six months before the Sandaime retired and the busty blonde was named his successor, much to her chagrin. She tried to get out of it but during a training healing session with Sakura, the pinkette mentioned how she was determined to surpass her teammates. A heart to heart about the struggles of the village and how the Uchiha were treated (brought on by Sakura’s still-a-secret-crush-on-Itachi) and a few days later, Tsunade had changed her mind.

So, it was at her inauguration after party (the first one in history since it was a stipulation of Tsunade’s acceptance) that she finally saw him again.

She wished she was old enough to get drunk. Legally.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

He’d grown. Sakura did not need a moment to recognise that face again. He was still taller than her. Still so good looking. Years of repressed emotions caught up to her and she inhaled deeply, trying to keep them and her reactions under control. The boy she’d chosen as her soulmate had grown into a handsome young man. Meanwhile, she was still an awkward teenager.

“Itachi…”

“It’s been a long time,” he said, obviously recognising her right away too.

She still had faded marks on her knees where she’d fallen over that day. Sakura hadn’t gone to a medic like he’d suggested. She’d just happily skipped home and told her parents all about it. Getting rid of the marks would have made it like it had never happened.

Her young mind had been so silly.

But looking at Itachi now, a full head taller than her, toned and dressed to the nines… she couldn’t help but feel as enamoured as her child version had been.

“I’m surprised you remember someone so insignificant.”

The corner of his mouth twitched when she started shuffling her feet. Fifteen-year-old Sakura was adorable.

“On the contrary,” he said. “That was a very significant day for me.”

She blushed, lowering her head.

“It’s not every day someone asks me to be their soulmate.”

Sakura looked up at him and returned his smile. She felt her face heat up even further. She couldn’t get over how attractive he was. Years of picturing him didn’t do him any justice.

And now I’m acting like an idiot in front of him.

Sakura cleared her throat. “I was so pushy, Itachi-san. I’m surprised you were so nice to me.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, embarrassed. “I was a brat.”

“And now look at you. The Gondaime’s apprentice. Everyone has nothing but great things to say about you.”

“Have you been asking around about me?” She asked in jest.

“Yes.”

Her jaw dropped at his candour. She quickly shut her mouth. “Uh... that’s, um.”

“A little too forward. My apologies. I was simply interested in the incredible young woman you’ve become.” He leaned toward her, whispering in her ear, “I hope I haven’t offended you.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s fine.”

Boys didn’t normally spare her much time and she’d been training so much over the last few years that Sakura hadn’t even thought of rectifying that. Her crush on Itachi was so fierce that no-one else had remotely drawn her attention. Itachi cocked his head to the side and Sakura realised (in her fluster) that he had an earpiece on.

Is he on duty? Then where’s his mask?

Itachi listened for a moment before tapping the earpiece twice and turned back to Sakura. “You should come around next time Sasuke invites you,” he said, waving to her before disappearing into the crowd.

Damn.

She had no excuse now.

.:.

“Sakura!”

Sakura winced at the shrieking tones of her mother. She was procrastinating because her parents and Ino had planned a party for her eighteenth birthday, and the guest list included a certain Uchiha she’d been crushing on. She hadn’t been avoiding him for the past three years. Really. Just making sure she was never alone with him. She didn’t want to embarrass herself with this ridiculous crush. Because Itachi clearly saw her as just a friend, and because Sakura had made the mistake of letting Ino organise this whole thing, he’d been invited. Ino also knew Sakura had a thing for him and was determined to have him there when she “came of age” the hopeful romantic that Ino was. She sighed deeply as her mother called out again.

“Coming!”

Hold your horses.

She straightened herself, taking one last look at the mirror and the pink haired girl in the dark blue cocktail dress before leaving her bedroom. She’d chosen the dress style in honour of her now legal drinking age. Technically, being a ninja, she could’ve started drinking when she became a chunin (or turned eighteen, if that had come first). But it would’ve been frowned upon and seen as unprofessional. Her recently promoted jounin self was a new woman. She could do whatever she wanted.

Ino had insisted on holding the party at the Yamanaka Estate so that more people could be invited. She was intent on doing this with the entirety of the Konoha Twelve.

Sakura walked there with her parents in tow since they didn’t travel like ninja anymore, but she didn’t mind. It gave her time to prepare herself for the onslaught. She was surprised and disappointed when she didn’t see Itachi there. Her friends and comrades came up to her, hugging and wishing her a happy birthday. Naruto had set aside all the presents and Ino was in charge of the music. While Hinata had chosen the food – Chouji was still hurt by that, but Ino’s excuse was that Hinata’s palette was more refined. And the girl would cater to everyone. He grudgingly agreed he would have just brought barbeque flavoured everything.

Sakura laughed along with him when he admitted it and accepted his one-arm hug before he left to attack the buffet table. She found a corner of the hall to sit alone, now morose. She’d gotten dressed up and, even though the idea of running into Itachi scared her, had hoped he’d be here. It was a full hour before she felt the familiar chakra as he seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Sakura took in his appearance: a suit, nicely pressed, his hair back, his dark eyes intense. She was standing and leaning against a wall. He looked like he’d been waiting for her.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Sakura blushed, clasping her hands together. “Itachi-san.”

She took note of how his eyes travelled over her body and stiffened.

What the...?

“I brought a present,” he said, “but Naruto-kun insisted on putting all the gifts in one room.”

She nodded, unsure of what to make of his perusal. Itachi had a drink in one hand, no ninja gear, no earpiece. He seemed at ease. Now, she’d seen him out of uniform before, at Sasuke’s house, but he’d usually just been asleep after a long mission and was still tired. He was never chatty or had a pink tinge on his cheeks from some alcoholic beverage, like he did now. He seemed out of character. But not. If that made sense.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” she heard herself say.

“How does it feel to be considered an adult?” He asked, leaning into to whisper in her ear.

She shivered at the close proximity to him. His breath fanned against her face and his scent was overwhelming. It was… masculine. She had no other word to describe it. He had no cologne or other smell on him. She’d heard that Anbu he could cover their scents, making it impossible for enemies to detect them. But she’d also never seen Kakashi do it.

That was definitely some cherry flavoured mixed drink on his breath.

Was he flirting with her? She hoped so. It wasn’t every day that Itachi Uchiha gave anyone attention, let alone some random girl. Even one who knew his brother. Sakura had only gone to the Uchiha compound a few times after Tsunade’s inauguration. Sasuke’s father had since pulled him out of Team Seven to prepare for Anbu – some time-honoured tradition among their family, apparently. His replacement was a former Anbu, ironically, named Sai, whom Ino had recently been fawning over. So now Sakura had more of an excuse not to go to Sasuke’s home, where watching Itachi treat her like a little sister was too painful. The past three years, Sakura had continued to nurse her crush, learning everything she could about him. It helped that Kakashi-sensei had been his captain once. She gave up on being embarrassed asking him about Itachi.

They continued to talk. Sakura felt like something in the air had shifted. He was being more talkative, friendlier, and standing closer to her. It was almost like he’d come out of his shell. It was both terrifying and electrifying. She quite liked it. But…

“Itachi-san?”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Are you drunk?”

Itachi chuckled. “Just enough.”

“For what?”

“Do you want to dance?”

Sakura gaped at him. A little voice in the back of her head told her to punch him to see if he was someone else in disguise. But if this was indeed Itachi, she’d never live it down. She decided to accept and ask him things that only they both would know. At least for the sake of her sanity. So, she nodded her head, and he threw back the last of his drink before guiding her onto the floor. Sakura watched with fascination and shivered as he slipped his hands onto her body. He must’ve had professional training because they were the only ones doing some version of a waltz while the rest of the guests were dancing either in tune to the rapid beat or to their own.

“Do you remember when we first met?” He asked, interrupting her plan to test him on it. She nodded. “You were so sad and cute.” Sakura flushed, gripping his arms tightly. He continued, now whispering in her ear. “I was patrolling for… uh, reasons I can’t tell you. Anbu, you know.” She nodded again. “My team were out of sight, my captain following the target. Hm.”

He hummed lightly, now stroking her hair. Sakura looked around to see if anyone had noticed.

Kakashi looks interested.

She felt herself flush again, so she turned away from him and focused on the mildly inebriated man holding tightly to her.

“I remember,” she said. “What was it you said to me? About being a kunoichi.”

Please be Itachi.

He pulled back and looked at her, a little confused. She felt her heart plummet in the few seconds it took him to remember and then her breathing deepened at the intense look on his face.

“If you want to be strong, then be strong. Everyone starts out weak. But if you work hard enough and never give up, you won’t be weak.” He looked so cute, trying to remember it word for word.

She let out an uncontrollable snort. “You’re drunk.”

“Not really. Just buzzed.”

“You don’t normally speak so readily with me.”

He sighed, leaning in to whisper in her ear again. “You asked me to be your soulmate, remember?”

She nodded, realising suddenly that he was confessing something.

“I didn’t think much of it for a long time. You were just some cute little kid that I helped out when she got hurt. That’s all.” He sighed again. “But we met again at Lady Tsunade’s inauguration, and you were all grown up. Almost. Sasuke called you annoying.” He held her tighter when she stiffened at that. “But you aren’t. Naruto-kun raved about you when he visited. A little crush that soon went nowhere. And Kakashi-senpai… he was cautious. I think he knew.”

“Knew what?”

Itachi pulled away and cradled her face in his hands. “Ask me again.” And her confused look he added, “to be your soulmate.”

“Ask me again after you become a kunoichi.”

Sakura licked her lips. “Will… will you be my soulmate?”

She felt like she was asking him to be her valentine. But forever.

He stared into her eyes. The rest of the guests fell away, and it was just the two of them as he appraised her. “Yes,” he said. “If you’ll still have me.”

When had Itachi Uchiha fallen in love with her?

The next thing she knew, he was pressing his lips to hers and Sakura was losing herself in the feel of him. He tasted of cherry, which was funny because that was a flavour not usually attributed to him. They continued to hold each other, just gently entwined and kissing softly. Everything was falling into place, and she could barely keep up.

Eventually, Itachi pulled away, smiling softly down at her.

“You read a book on soulmates. You heard all kinds of rumours of what Team Ro gets up to. Wait—” he said when she tried to interrupt. “You heard tales of Anbu and made stories in your head from what little Kakashi-senpai told you. But,” he leaned in closer, their lips almost touching, “I thought maybe you’d like to believe in something more than a fairy tale, for once.”

Sakura nodded and initiated the next kiss, adding more pressure to it this time. “I’d love to.”

They didn’t need some cosmic or magical sign to know they were meant to be.

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