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cherryatiny · 3 years

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𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐂.𝐒

⩥𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳) 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⩥𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐀𝐔, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

⩥𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐,𝟓𝐤

⩥𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨.

⩥𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 - 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐬𝐬-𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫-𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

⩥𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐯, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

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Going up the stairs of the old building with high ceilings and cold brickwork walls, the nervous girl was trying to find her way to the tattoo studio, located in the old part of the city centre.

As soon as she saw a poster with the logo of the studio, her eyes lit up, from excitement, but also fear from how the process of getting her first tattoo will go.

Ringing the bell, which was on a doorframe, she nervously gulped and tilted her head to look down on her old Converses. The bell buzzing, signalizing someone opened the door through a system, she hesitantly opened the big, wooden door.

She was met with a hallway of the studio, white walls and wooden parquets topped up with stylish black pouffes. Cabinet with many exhibits such as vintage tattoo guns or diversity of piercings. Walls decorated with photos of tattoos made by the tattoo artist - such a delicate, detailed and minimalistic work.

She didn't know what to expect, as this was her first tattoo she was thinking of getting long ago, but it never really happened. As her friend praised a tattoo artist who did his tattoo, she decided to finally get one herself and book an appointment herself in the said tattoo artist's studio.

„I-Is anyone here? I have an appointment at 2pm. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,“

Soon her ears were met with the sounds of footsteps approaching her. Diverting her eyes from the cabinet, she was met with an extremely strong gaze of a young male.

Y/N couldn't get her eyes off the young male, but at the same time, she couldn't even lock eye contact with him, because he was definitely the most handsome man she has ever seen.

„Ah yeah yeah I know, we talked on the phone and I was actually working on the design you described when we talked. I'm Choi San, the tattoo artist running this place. Follow me, please.”

The young lady shook his hand and followed him to a smaller room in the back, where the whole process will happen.

„I disinfected the whole place already, so we can start right away if you are okay with the design. You said you wanted it to be daisy and lavender underboob tattoo.“

The tattoo artist was showing her the design in his notebook. Y/N was nodding her head in excitement.

„Wau, it's much more better than I've imagined it.“

„That's good to hear. Well, then let's get you to prepare. Umm, h-here's a cloth to use to cover up, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable by being exposed to me. I'll be as gentle as possible since I know getting this type of tattoo is an intimate matter. Sit down and get comfortable, I'll go get ink and some other stuff.“

What a caring man. Y/N pulled the thin shirt over her head and unclipped her lacy bra, her nipples hardening from the breeze of cold air in the room. Sitting down on the massive tattoo armchair, she pulled the cloth San gave her over her exposed upper half, to cover as much as possible.

Soon after San came back with a bottle of black ink, another cloth and a bottle of alcohol, his tattoo gun and stencil already prepared.

„I now need to prepare the area we will tattoo on, it might be a bit cool when we clean it, but when we’ll be transferring the stencil onto your skin, I need you to stay as still as possible.“

Y/N nodded and San poured a bit of alcohol carefully cleaning the area and preventively shaving it with a razor because any hair could cause problems. Cleaning the area again and making sure it’s smooth, he took a stick deodorant to moisten her skin and transfer the stencil. Rubbing a little ointment over the design, to help the needle slide along the skin more smoothly.

Y/N was admiring the purple-ish blue outline on her underboob, meanwhile, San was pouring ink into ink caps, placing needles and tubes in the machine.

„Okay, so first, I’m gonna do the outline, if it hurts or you need a break, just tell me, but try to stay still if possible.“

Y/N’s breath hitched, as San’s soft fingertips caressed her ribs and holding the base of her left breast to keep it up and out of the way, so he can concentrate on the work. San was maybe concentrating, but poor Y/N for sure wasn’t.

His gentle moves of the needle, outlining daisies, lavenders, leaves and haulms on the girl’s soft skin.

His soft caresses slowly turning her on, Y/N crossing her legs to get some friction, the hot young man, the pain and his caresses of her breast easily arousing her after being untouched and without any intercourse for a few months.

Trying hard not to cum under him untouched, she kept repeating in her head to keep professional. After around 30 minutes, San pierced the needle into her skin for the last time, putting down the tattoo gun and letting Y/N finally have her relief.

„So, wanna see your tattoo for the first time, I can bring you a mirror or take a picture of it if you want.“

„The mirror will be enough, thanks San- I mean Mr. Choi.“

San chuckled at how shy and frustrated she was, and honestly, he thought it was really cute, seeing how flustered she got because of him. He searched through a cabinet in which he kept his work stuff, looking for the mirror.

Taking the piece of glass with metal outlining and grip out and handing it over to Y/N. San turned around so she can observe her boobs in the mirrors, although he didn’t want to, he had to, because he didn’t want his client to feel uncomfortable with him.

„Okay so I need to clean it up now, apply a protective layer of ointment and wrap it with a bandage to prevent infection by bacteria.“

San sat down on his previous seat and leaned a little too close to Y/N to do after-tattoo care. His hands rubbing the ointment into Y/N’s skin, the mint scent of the ointment filling the room.

As San was doing the after-tattoo care, Y/N was subconsciously looking at San’s plump lips, this action not going unnoticed by San, lightly smirking at her bold move and leaning a bit closer to her.

Y/N’s breath quickening a bit, as he gained courage and closing the gap between his and her lips. His tongue slipping into her mouth, his body getting closer and closer to her. Y/N breaking the kiss and trying to catch breath, lustful eyes examining his figure.

Black sleeveless top showing off his muscular biceps covered in many small tattoos, droplets of sweat on his forehead and wetting his raven-like hair, making his sculpted face stand out more. San started to get nervous from her silence, a plethora of excuses and apologies already filling his mind.

„I’m- I know this was very unprofession-“

Y/N shushed him with yet another hungry kiss, her hands wrapping around his neck, straightening to get closer to him. The cloth that was supposed to cover her, slipping down, already forgotten as San’s hands caressed her bare upper body.

Pushing her back down on the tattoo armchair, getting on top of her, his legs on both sides of her waist. Groping her velvet breasts carefully, to not dispose the bandage covering her fresh tattoo.

His hand trailing down the soft skin of her tummy, his fingertips getting to contact with a zipper of her shorts, looking up at her to make sure she’s comfortable. Y/N nodded and bucked her hips up to help San take off her denim shorts.

Y/N now only in her basic, old panties with Hello Kitty motive, a puddle of wetness already visible, because who would have thought that she would fuck her tattoo artist. San chuckled as he saw that, thinking it was really cute, she got embarrassed by his smirk and tried to cover her reddened face.

„No covering up princess, I like it, it’s cute, no need to be shy about it.“

San pulled his top off, showing off his solid abs, astonishing Y/N as her hand instinctively went to touch it. San’s long fingers slipping into her panties as his plump lips attached to her jawline, sucking and nibbling on it, continuing to her neck, his actions creating a chain of purplish spots on the soft skin of Y/N’s neck.

His fingers spreading the wetness across her slit, slowly pushing in, to prep her, pulling in and out in a steady, yet delicate movement hitting her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. Thumb flicking and circling her clit.

San enjoyed the effect he had on her, Y/N’s vulnerable state as she arched her back, head throwing back, mouth agape as soft whimpers and moans came out, only adding to San's confidence in his actions, leading Y/N closer and closer to her climax.

As her breath quickened, beads of sweat started to drip down her forehead and her legs started shaking, proud smile found its place on San’s face.

When he saw that Y/N got through her climax, his lips attached to hers again, Y/N’s hands groping San’s jeans and unzipping them, San skillfully stripping out of them. His bulge stretching his now uncomfortably tight boxers.

Pulling down his underwear, tossing it on the floor, his cock sprung free, hitting his abs, the tip already leaking of pre-cum.

„Get up princess.“

Y/N hesitantly got up, not knowing what to expect as their naked forms stood in the middle of San's tattoo studio. His hand on her left shoulder pushing her to the wall.

Back hitting the cold brick wall, sending shivers of chill throughout her whole body. Eyes daringly looking up into San's dark ones.

San was trying to control his urge to wrap his arm around her smaller neck as he pounded into her mercilessly, one hand resting on Y/N's collarbones and the second one on the curve of her waist.

„So pretty for me. Seeing your bare skin just sparks a flame of creativity in my head. Imagining all those designs I'll pierce into your skin and then fuck you afterwards... Ready princess?”

Y/N nodded and San connected their lips to distract her from the possible pain she might feel from his penetration.

Succeeding in setting a steady and sensual pace, his lips attacked her collarbones hungrily, hand wrapping around her neck to support her head, San inadvertently choking her, only adding to the pleasure Y/N felt.

The movement of San's hips never failing in brushing against her g-spot, making her moan out melodiously, San groaning out at her pretty sounds as he pulled out and turned Y/N around to thrust into her from behind.

His hand groping her ass, smacking it very softly, not to scare Y/N off, tugging at her hair, to have a better look at her reaction to his actions, enjoyment in her eyes.

„Oh, so you like some good spanking, good to know.”

Although Y/N couldn't see his face, she could sense and hear the smirk on his face from the tone of his voice.

Hand reaching down, to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves in between her legs, and help her reach her climax, spitting on his fingers to lubricate them.

His deep thrusts, hitting her g-spot, his fingers delicately changing the intensity of the rubs only adding to the pleasure she felt, all resulting in a knot forming in her lower belly. Her warm walls slowly starting to shake, around San's girth.

„I know you're gonna cum princess, let it out and milk me.”

And as soon as San finished the sentence a bunch of broken moans came out of Y/N's mouth opened agape, her walls now shaking intensively and uncontrollably around him, as well as her legs leading to San wrapping his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling.

His thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier, feeling himself twitch in her, San pulled out to finish by jerking off, since they didn’t use a condom, but his hand being stopped by Y/N, who got on her knees, ready to finish him herself. San honestly surprised by her actions.

Her hand wrapping around his girth, stroking him and softly squeezing and massaging his balls. Giving kitten licks to the tip with swollen lips from all the kissing. Kissing down his shaft, along the curve and pretty popping vein, she took his whole length into her mouth, letting out almost pornographic-like sounds.

Admiring how her head bobbed on his dick, San collected her hair and held them like a ponytail by instinct, taking over control of her moves. Y/N's hands resting on San’s thigh for a balance, nails scratching it.

San feeling himself getting closer and closer, the tip of his length getting increasingly sensitive, Y/N feeling it too and stimulating him less intensely, to edge him more, teasing him slightly, barely stimulating him and only giving occasional kitten licks to his sensitive tip.

After a while continuing her previous actions, increasing his pleasure and bringing him close to orgasm for the second time, his length twitching in her mouth and spilling his seed on her tongue a few droplets spilling out and dripping down her chin.

San kneeled down next to her, trying to overcome the sensitivity in his lower parts and heavy breathing from the intense and edged orgasm, facing Y/N he licked up her chin, collecting his cum from her chin and kissing her, spitting his cum and saliva into her mouth, the girl swallowing it under his touch.

Both of their bodies collapsing on the ground holding each other for a while and trying to compose themselves as they were complete messes.

As San got up he picked Y/N and seated her on her previous spot on the arm-chair, handing her the clothes that were a long time ago forgotten, trying to get dressed with wobbly arms.

„Should I help you?”

Asked her San with his sweet and caring voice, already in his jeans. Y/N nodded shily and observed as San approached her. She still couldn't believe what has just happened.

His hand taking Y/N's panties, lifting her legs to help him put them on along with her shorts.

„Ah I've probably forgotten to tell you, that you can't wear a bra because of the bandage on your tattoo, um I can handle you my sweatshirt to cover up if you want.”

„That would be nice of you, thanks.”

Soft smile adorning the girl's face, putting on her shirt herself as San went to look after his sweatshirt.

„Here, I hope you come back for another tattoo, and I'll make sure to cum on those tits next time when the tattoo's healed.”

A cocky smile on San's face as he bid goodbye to his new favourite customer Y/N.

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insomnishnik · 3 years

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pairing : obsessive! dom eren x god complex reader *wink* *wonk*

rating : smut, 18+, fluff, crack (?)

wc : 53k

cw : degradation, choking, semi public sex, art student! eren, cockwarming, pussy spanking, mention of bruises and injuries, breeding kink ish, obsessive behavior, stalking, borderline yandere 😁 also pliz I'm new so if this bad lemme know

summary : at the very end of graduation, it's time to say goodbye, college is over, now off to the real world. But before the farewell, you as the student president arrange the one last time after party as a sweet goodbye message, little do you know eren have other plan.

“DO WE HAVE TO?” you murmured as Hitch pushed your back while both of stepping inside of a coffee shop. Fragrance of coffee bean, vanilla air freshener wafted to your nose, the comforting wooden minimalist arabica design greeted your eyes for its pleasing aesthetic scenery.

"Yes, we have to i mean how bad could it be?" she grinned, pulling your arm to her clutches while both of you scoured inside, "besides, the past must stay as the past, it was just a silly president election it's not like he would hold grudges against you for getting elected," she continued, referring to the big college event far ago before the senior year.

That one time when you and Eren Jaeger applied to be the student council president, and like how history spoke, the winner rejoiced, and nobody really care about what happens next to the loser. It was a though fight, you were quite determined to take that core position with your persona, you believed that you could bring greater goods for the community, and you DID do good, but Eren fought back passionately, and you remembered you could see fire in his eyes during his speech at the debate election, he may not smart but he's clever, maybe a little aggressive but hell does he moved so many people's heart, you remembered when he was standing tall and brave on that podium while his sea green eyes glued the room together, the intimacy that is fiery and optimistic, but as the whole world know destiny said otherwise, without your own anticipation

you won.

And since then your reign begun. You rule well, you made plenty achievements as student president and you never been so proud of yourself, since then you never lose your dedication for your people, and the feel of being a victor, and oh how you loved the feel of being powerful.

You and Hitch walked upstairs to the second loft of the coffee shop after you both ordered the drinks you wanted, "I dunno Hitch, i don't think that this is a good idea," you mumbled to the girl next to you, while you scratching the back of your ear, "when Armin said not to mess with Eren i think he meant it."

Sure you were delighted with your victory, but you still couldn't help yourself to feel bad for Eren, there's this strange tingle of guilt vine your stomach when you, the possessor approached your ex rival far a month ago, he gave you this bitter dirty look as you waved him a polite good morning, then he stormed off without a single word, you felt like he was prestige to look into your eyes since then.

"And when i said he was a wuss, and a man child for going all off emo after that election i also meant it," Hitch rolled her eyes, she pat your back as a reassurance before you two finally found the person you've been looking for, almost unrecognizable from the last time you guys bumped to each other, for a moment your eyes widened to the now Eren Jaeger.

There he was sitting all pretty at the smoking area, his hair was pulled onto a messy bun with a few loose strands on his nape, he was far more built than the boy you used to know, his bushy eyebrows looking furrowed to a sketchbook, the charcoal pencil he's holding dances on top of it. He was styled in a thin knitted black long sleeve top that hugged his muscular body tightly, army green cargo pants, and combat boots — you know, those kind of boots you wear to a rock concert just to kick someone — his rolled sleeves, revealing his veiny arms that covered with tattoos. His long legs is stretched to the chair next to him while he is leaning against the wall.

Hitch glanced at you, she cackled noticing you googling at Eren, she pulled you by your wrist approaching the brunet, "you'll be fine," she snickered, while you could only let out a soft sigh, here goes nothing.

Hitch signal her presence to Eren with a light cough, a small thud hit the surface of his sketchbook after he dropped his pencil. His gaze shifts to both of you who were standing by his side, he raised his left brow when his eyes met yours, you stared back at Eren and he outstared you blankly, "Jaeger," you hesitated.

About time you finally came to me.

"Y/N," he replied, calling you by your first name. His expression never change, they're rather cold, unimpressed, he studied both of you, then back to you, he lift his chin up as he locked his eyes on you, "you brought a friend." Intruder, he finally said after a brief silence, Eren closed his sketchbook and then cracked his knuckles, Hitch pulled you, taking a seat in front of Eren.

"Now let's skip the chit chat, because by the way Eren, you smells musty," Hitch waved her hand in front of her face, she's not wrong though, he smells like tobacco and axe body spray. Furthermore when Hitch explained the reasons of hers and yours arrival to Eren, his gaze never really left you, sometimes he would spare Hitch small glances and nods as confirmation of himself still listening, but his attention was on you.

And you willingly stares back, you still couldn't read his expression, they're as calm as the morning blue sky, they're just so empty it sucks you in, maybe it's the blunt hatred and envy from him for your presidential position, or maybe it was something else, you even almost think that you two are basically eye fucking each other.

You extended him the proposal and the selected material details to him, it's almost graduation, and you're running out of time to find someone who could make an exclusive design for the jackets you are planning to make as a gift for the after party event. The other councilor members and you also haven't decide the theme yet, it has to be perfect. Your last hope is Eren, the fine arts student all the girls in school droll over, even though his charisma was slightly dimmed after his loss at the election, he still got his charm, and you really prayed to Goddess Fortuna because you don't want to risk looking for someone else to customize this specific special item and just to get disappoint by the erratic result, at least when Eren agree to take the work, someone could watch over.

"No fucking way," Eren let out a smug chortled, "the president needs my help," he added in a sneering tone. Cute.

"So you agree or not Eren," you try to suppress your nerve, and you really try not to punch his cocky face, the way he throw his head back a little so he gave you this kind of kubrick stare, gazing into your soul as if he wants to eat you alive, and just like they said, if looks could kill, you're probably be ripped apart by now.

"What if i say no?" he continued, tapping his boot's toe on the wooden floor.

"You'll waste your talent," you gift a thin smile that hides a very big urge to stab him repeatedly.

Eren chuckled, he looked away towards the window before he lean forward to you, "What happen to the other art students, L/N? Did they finally acknowledge your overly perfectionist bossy self or what?"

"And what about it?" you argued, leaning to his face, he wanted to humiliate you, he wanted you to get on your knees and beg, but you still have your dignity.

"Uh, what is this," Hitch hesitated, "i am highly uncomfortable with the atmosphere we created in this room," what's with the eye fucking? Hitch thought, she felt like she's interrupting a really heated make out session but instead of kissing it was exchanging pure hatred, Hitch nudged you by your elbow, giving you a look.

You gritted your teeth and pursed your lips together, leaning closer to Eren's face, "Alright, if this is about that stupid president election we had together grow up Eren! The world doesn't evolve in your stupid drama queen head, so please since i'm asking you nicely before i could fu-" You stopped your bust as a waitress came over with the drinks you ordered earlier, you glared angrily at Eren as you caught a tug of amused smirk at the corner of his lips, it was the fact that you desperately needs his help but still play all bitchy, he found it funny.

Sure you have your dignity, and he is willing to destroy it just because he can.

After the waitress left, you tasted your fresh latte angrily, making Eren chuckled under his husky breath, while on the other side Hitch is silently witnessing the tense between you two.

"Fine," Eren broke the silence after a few minutes since the waitress left, "i'll take the work." he sat up, you nodded and watched as that key necklace of his dangling out from his collar, and when your eyes laid on the toned chest that peaking under his shirt, you gulped your saliva and quickly looked away, "good, thank you for your understanding."

You clasps your hands together and you could hear Hitch's faint sigh of relief, "great so now i think we have our deal, you know Professor Levi's tea shop right? tomorrow we're doing a gathering, be there before 8, and if-"

who says that i'm finished doll? Eren tug another smirk, "but with some condition."

⊱✿⊰

"For real? No party organizer available until next January?" you groaned in frustration, frantically flipping through pages of your journal, Hitch and Armin walks by your side to the long table area.

Chaos.

Chaos everywhere, you feel like your head is going to explode, your blood boils, and there's this uncomfortable anxiety under your skin, crippling under you and devouring you slowly. You've been overworked yourself the entire night after your meeting with Eren, you were brainstorming for your graduation speech, activity recap, and of course other ornaments for the very last project you're having in your senior year, you cried for three hours while listening to montgomery ricky then cried again over the document you accidentally deleted.

You're exhausted.

Mentally and physically, you woke up with puffy eyes and wrecked brain, but you knew that everything must go on, and no, you won't back down, everything has to be perfect,

It has to be perfect.

Hitch pouted as she watches you typing on your laptop, she snakes her arms around your waist and leaned her head against your shoulder, watching you making some kind of budget recap, "sweetie you should rest and lay down." She spoke with a soft smile.

You pursed your lips together before you leaned your head on top of hers, not leaving your eyes from your laptop, "thanks Hitch, but i'm alright, i'll just finish this and i'll take a break for a bit." You just can't really trust anything without yourself being under control or watching over, you're afraid that everything would astray far from your definition of 'perfection,' this empire you've been building, and this is your last legacy the next generation will remember, and you wanted it to be remarkable.

"No dumbass, the last catering service was too expensive and apparently our university was filled with cheapskates." argued a voice from across the room.

"Well we have no choice???" other voice argued back, "Or we can rely on your very bad cooking skill Kirstein, just pray nobody's gonna die from food poisoning."

You huffed at the sight of Ymir and Jean who was sitting face to face on the floor, both are on their phone scrolling on google, you looked around and found Sasha, Marco and Connie, chatting across you, and you looked over to the three people next to you, your vice president Hitch, your treasurer Armin, and your secretary Mikasa. You couldn't help yourself but smiling at your team, they works so well.

Then you frowned as your realized something, "Have Eren-"

A short blonde girl with a tray of drinks and snacks entered the room, "Y'all snack time!" she called out with a large grin on her face.

Ymir's face lit up as she walked up to her girlfriend, Sasha sprinted towards Historia, going feral over food as usual.

"Ugh finally," you chuckled to Jean's mumble. Soon, half of the room crowded the blonde girl, reaching for snacks and drinks, your eyes fixated as you slowly notice the presence of the familiar sea green eyes, you watches as Eren strolls inside of the meeting room, he yawned before he took a seat on Hitch's place, your frowned slightly, "excuse you?"

"Excuse me?" he replied, plastering that damn cocky smile, he looked to you up and down, definitely mocking you under his degrading gaze, dammit y/n did you overworked yourself?

"Well have you look at yourself, President." he snickered, suddenly a sketch design laid in front of you, you shift your eyes to Eren, before you took the papers on your hands. Soft grazes of colored pencil and ink, the art was delicate yet firm, "what is this?" you asked dumbly to the design of two bomber jackets, each of the jackets has their own scrawled side notes of the color details, embroidery, and even fabric material.

"Both jacket will be make from satin, no argument, satin," Eren spoke, he pointed his polished finger nail to the design, "the girls will have the yellow one, the boys will take the red, it'll have our Uni symbol and our number," he explained, "should be ready as soon as possible," Eren watches you closely, waiting for you to say something. Part of him.....just wants you to react, just anything, just any reaction exclusively for him.

You blinked slowly, wow. Honestly it's beautiful, looks like it was Harajuku style inspired, you can't wait to touch the final craft, you glanced at Eren, "thank you," you spoke finally, "it's really beautiful."

I'm glad you like it. "Of course it's beautiful, i made it," he replied with a smug face, he cracked his knuckles then tapped his fingers to the wooden table, "now now, what do we have here."

It was part of Eren's condition. One, he wanted to be fully involved in the graduation ceremony prep and the after party. Two, most importantly nobody touch his creation while he have full control of it, you reluctantly gave him the responsiblity to handle the venue decoration and the theme, most of the people in your team weren't really pleased with that decision, but like you all have time to think? But after considering it, you felt like it would be good idea to have extra hands helping.

Anything,

To reach the absolute perfection.

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"I'm so glad, that this is almost over, because i could not bear drinking another monster and espresso or i might get caffeine intoxication," you grinned as you earned chuckles through the dinner table, it was all paid off, and the grand event was right in front of your eyes, you could already imagine yourself standing on that podium, delivering your grand speech, high and god like.

But now, celebration first.

The admiration looks from your team and the last year student council team — who decided to join for the gig — feeds your ego, there's Zeke, Nicolo, Reiner, Pieck and her girlfriend Yelena, Porco and Bertholdt. Your friends really look up to you, from the day you earned your position, they knew they could count on you. "Thank you, thank you for all of the hard works this season, i would never ask for a better team, you guys are the best that i could ever wished for," you grinned and picked up the can of beer from the table, everybody raises their drinks, and you looked at the edge of the table, where your graduated senior, Zeke Jaeger sitting down, giving you a proud look, he was a student president before you, "this is for everyone, our community has never been this great, because you all dedicated your hearts." As you cheers together, you looked around, something is missing, you can feel it, yet you can't find any solid answer for that feeling.

It was a simple outdoor Korean barbecue party in your house's backyard, after all done, you wanted nothing but to treat your friends, because that's what they deserved for serving you right. It was returning favor, while waiting for the meat to be cook perfectly by your senior Nicolo, you sat besides Mikasa as you both chats, while Armin was next to her, busy with his phone. In the distance, chaotic guitar strums and jams from drunk Connie and Jean cracking the air together with everyone that hyping them up. You pressed your chin against Mikasa's shoulder while both of you giggling over a twitter thread.

"Eren said he's coming over," Armin announced to both of you, he looked down to his phone and let out a heavy sigh.

So that was the missing piece.

"Why's the sigh?" you asked Armin.

Armin hesitated, he looked around everywhere that isn't you, he rubbed his hand through his undercut, it feels like watching someone having a very conflicted mind war with themself, he then finally impaled you with a mixed expression, "Y/N," he started, "i don't know how to say this but....." He glanced over at Mikasa, and you followed him.

The dark haired girl rather gave him a surprised expression, a some kind of you did not! look. You exchanged the utterly confusion to both of them, Mikasa nodded slowly, "She needs to know, Armin."

"I need to know what?"

"What are you guys talking about?" you turned around and sees Eren standing right in front of you, bruised up and bleeding, his knuckles was fucked in a shade of dark red and purple, strands of hair falling in front of his face, Mikasa quickly stood up, "Eren did you—"

"Yes i did," he shot her a cold glare, you could see from the corner of your eyes that Zeke started to approaching, Eren's eyes then finally found Armin, who's looking scared and nervous more than ever, "tell me, what's the interesting story Armin?" his tone was striking and icy, under his husky voice, you could track hints of slurs because of alcohol.

Armin went quiet, he gripped his knuckles, what is this? something must happened and you didn't know, and you hated that. You hated when things was out of your reach. "It's okay Eren, you should check your wounds, they look pretty bad," Armin swallowed, his words came out more threatening than he anticipated.

"No, no, no, i wanted to know what you gonna say to Y/N," Eren moves closer to Armin, "you are not trying to tell her anything bad about me right?"

They looked like they're ready to throw hands, but Zeke was already slips between them, holding the both boys's chests with his flat palms, "come on now guys, let's not." he hesitated.

"No, let's." Eren insisted, he slapped his brother's hand, you quickly pulled him down by his arm, he flinched when he felt your touch, Eren glance at you, and for a split second his eyes went soft, it was that soft that you felt nothing but pure affection from his sea green eyes, then something took over his body, he suddenly pulled you by your collar, lifting you up, moving your face closer to his.

His eyes were bloodshot, you squeezed his wrists while kicking your feet on the air, "you," he growled, his warm breath smells like alcohol, you blinked slowly, scanning Eren's animalistic glare, but there is no hate in his eyes, you found yourself trying to look for it but there it none, instead there's this raging desire, he looked at you like you were his prey, "Eren-" you choked, for the first time, you feel powerless.

"I hate you," he hissed, but all you could sense was lie, his mortal fingers squeezing you so deadly but you feel the comfort of it, the bizarrely embracing lust, and his existence blurs all the noises around you, just you and Eren Jaeger. "you took everything from you," he continued, "i woke up everyday wishing you dead."

You knitted your eyebrows, and you feel your godly ichor rushes back through your veins, a disgusted smirk appeared on your face, belittling him for lying, "liar."

Then huge arms pulled Eren from you, tackling him to the ground, Mikasa caught you before you hit the ground, Hitch stepped in front of you, shielding you from Eren who was struggling under Zeke, "Eren what the hell!" she shouted. Mikasa helped you up and pulled you close to her chest, "Y/N are you okay?" she sounded so scared, questions and assumptions popping in your head about what happens between Mikasa, Armin, and Eren. You looked up, finding Reiner helping Zeke restraining his own brother. You knew a minute ago that guy attacked you, but seeing Eren in that position just feels so wrong, you never thought you'll get drew by a guy like Eren Jaeger, but here you are finding yourself shoving aside your pride while approaching the two blonds. You put your hand on Zeke's shoulder, squeezing them gently, "it's okay," your delicate tone shocks him, "let him go Zeke."

You could feel everyone giving you a jaw drop, but when all eyes on you, you find yourself only looking at Eren.

After a tense moment, Zeke and Reiner finally let go of the brunet, you pulled Eren up then you put the tip of your fingers to his chin, examining his wounds, he scoffed and avoided your eyes, dropping his eyes to the ground. "Let's get that clean up," you mumbled and dragged him by his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. Leaving everyone in a ambiguous silence.

"Why are they leaving? the wagyu is ready."

You walked upstairs to your room, no words exchange both of you before you finally entered the bathroom with Eren, you let go of his hand, your heartbeat strangely skipping inside your chest, while you were searching for the medicine kit in the cabinet, when you finally turn around, you found Eren already sitting on the toilet seat, you kneeled down in front of him and you opened the medicine kit, you pulled a towel from the drawer and stood up, wetting it in the sink, "what happen?" you finally spoke.

Eren let out a deep chuckle, he wiped his bloody nose with his thumb then wiped it off on his jeans, gross. "Why do you care," he asserted.

You rolled your eyes and kneeled back in front of him, with dripping wet cloth on your right hand, "please you stormed on me, lifted me up and looked at me like you wanted fuck me against the table while also wanted to burn me alive at the same time." you gave him a judging look. You took his hands, and then slowly pressed the dampen cloth on his bloody knuckles, he didn't flinch, Eren remained silence while he watches you. You could feel his smirk while you were treating his wounds. "Have i told you how hideous you look tonight?" he asked quietly.

"No, tell me."

Eren then moved his left hand away from you, extending them, he caressed his thumb on your cheekbone, made you froze, his hand then traveled to your ear, it tugged your hair behind them, "i cannot." He whispered softly.

You looked up, and put the now reddish cloth on the floor, you moved closer to the burnet in front of you, you intertwined your fingers with his once again, the tense on his shoulders visibly relax while his pupils widened to the presence of you, "now would you tell me what happen?" your voice sweetened, melodic in his ear, and it seems like he's lured enough by it.

Eren huffed a chuckle, he looked down to both of your hands, "Had a fight with Pops," he shrugged, "took the anger on the wall." You moved closer to his face, close enough to smell the liquor in his breath. Eren stared at you, he never imagine he would have the blessing to be this close with you, he was always watching you from afar. Those interrogation towards Armin regarding you, questions after questions on your personal life, forcing Armin to dug deeper and helped Eren fulfilling his needs on you, he'd followed you after school, to your favorite coffee shop, your home so he'll know your address, to where ever he could reach you, man... he'll go after you to the edge of the world if that's where you're heading.

"Do you still hate me?" you asked, and to be honest the question kind of scares you, because after these past few weeks of spending more time with Eren Jaeger, you finally caught in his fire, his flaming intimacy you thought was long gone, and you also surprises yourself for not getting pissed off by the feeling, because it makes you feel vulnerable.

Eren grazes his thumb on your jaw as if you were made of glass, he kneeled down to the floor with you, so you both could be equal, no high ground. "The truth is my darling, i never was," he confirmed, "after you won that election it was my last straw because from the first time i laid my eyes on you, Love.... You have bewitched me body and soul," he's been watching over you from the distance and you still as pathetic as he could remember, maybe it's the way you stole glances at him, the way you would secretly checking him out but little did you know that he notices everything, he's been reading you like an open book without having to flip through every pages, because you already spread open for him, "you have became the very thing that is out of my reach, Love. And for i have fancy you, and you'll be mine not just in my mind but fully," and he is itching to taste you. His warmth envelopes you to a sense of safety, he trails his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you melt like a candle on fire. Right above you stand an entity greater than yourself, the essence of mystery that fold itself in front of you, and with the universe speak between you, everything is a clarity.

And you, you don't get it, you thought it was all envy to the position you have, and for the first time, you crave something other than power, "Did you just quoted Pride and Prejudice for me, Jaeger?" you snakes your arms around his neck while his growing bulge strokes on your clothed cunt, the rough material of his jeans made your arousal grow thicker, "my, my, my i used to think that you were just a pretty face with zero common sense," you teased, nuzzling your nose against him.

His husky chuckle vibrates against your skin, without warning he pushes you up against the wall and you immediately jumped onto his waist with your legs, you gasped as your back hit the cold surface, Eren kneading your butt cheeks as he was holding you up, his chest pressed on yours, warm breath mixes together, "ouch, did you just call me dumb?" you snickered, Eren tilts his head before he smirked, "maybe we could be equally dumb after i make you babble nonsense with my cock." His mouth devouring yours feverishly. Frantic gestures rid you and him of clothes on your body, while you helped Eren unbuckling his belt, his teeth grazes yours, tongues fighting for dominance with each other, he latched his lips onto yours, hungry for more taste, you started to sucking his bottom lip while Eren savor your taste, he pushes more for a deeper kiss, his hand fondling your clothed boob, then it slipped under them, as he found your stiffened nipple, you felt his smirk between your kiss, and a moan escaped from your lips, they're already swollen and you knew you needed air soon, but without your realizing, you already breath through his air through the kiss.

You unhooked your bra while Eren pressed you harder against the wall, his cock was already free from his jeans and boxer, his beautiful tip was coated in precum, when you finally exposed your breasts in front of him, the animalistic side possessed him back, Eren kneads your breasts greedily causing you to mewl, shivers running down your spine, and you unconsciously grinds you drenched cunt against his waist, Eren cackled.

"What a fucking whore, you looked like a cat in heat."

You whined when his flat palm hit your cunt, he rubs the dampen clothed surface of your clit, Eren brought his mouth to your breast and started to circling his tongue on your nipple, making your back arched and you grinding to nothingness of his waist, "whore," he spat, a string of saliva bridge between your skin and his lips, "is this what you called a student president? i don't think so." Eren grip your throat and slowly adding pressure to your air circulation with his index finger and thumb, his other hand has been stroking his own cock for awhile, he uses his precum as lube and your eyes twinkled to the beautiful sight.

Your lips parted, he let out a throaty groan to your ear just to tease you, "what if i just jack myself and leave you like this?" the menacing grin appeared on his face, your desperate look just pleased him even more, he groaned under his breath as he feeling himself twitching, and your drooling pussy just looking tastier than ever, Eren inhaled and faked a pout, "aw, what is it? don't you want to walk around with my cum dripping from your slutty hole aren't you? that is sinful my Love, won't it gonna stain your pride, Miss President?"

You cursed under you breath, and another slap landed on your cunt, you threw your head back as Eren squeezed you against the wall, "nu uh, bad words," he growled, "what do you want, Y/N? Use your fucking mouth if you want something, did your parents never tell you?" another hard slap on your cunt made you gasp, you cried louder, and Eren shushed you while peppering kiss on your naked shoulder, "careful darling they might hear you from downstairs."

He pecked your nose before he finally aims his cock to your entrance, stroking his tip to your dripping cunt, "what do you want, Y/N? say it." He repeated.

"Your cock!" you whimpered, "please pound me with your cock.... please Eren.. i just want it inside.."

He slammed into you, causing you to let out a sharp noise, "Oh, like this?" Eren felt your soft warm walls hugging him so tightly, as if you guys just fit so perfectly together, he held his hand on your tummy to prevent you from grinding your greedy self, letting your cunt clenching him by itself, "fuck you're so tight my Love," he groaned subtly.

"E-eren please move..... i'm begging you...." you sobbed so pathetically. Eren moved his face close to yours and pinned your wrists above your head, "this will need an outcome don't you think?" he tilted his head, making you wept for his cock to move even more, suddenly an idea popped in his head, "I will move," he said, "i'll shoot my loads in you and then you'll be mine, i want you to want me so badly, i'm going to imprison you, and then.... just then...it'll be just you and me, always and forever," he dug his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent so they'll stay in his head, but he knew it won't, you're his own personal drug anyways, "promise, Darling?" Eren whispered against your skin.

You shivered under him, your eyes rolls at the back of your head, your pussy is aching with lust, so needy for his cock. You quickly nodded your head, "p-promise."

Eren kissed your neck, sucking them briefly, leaving a visible mark on your soft skin, "good girl."

He pulled his cock from you, leaving just the tip, before then he impaled, filling you up with his length, he slide so easily onto your meat, your legs shivered as he endlessly pushed deeper inside you, and you could feel his tip kissed your cervix, Eren then started to moves at a quick pace, "you like that so much hm? taking my cock like a little slut," he said velvety, turning you on even more. He buried your moan into a deep kiss, his big arm scoot your hips close to him as he ramming his cock with no mercy onto your walls, his other hand still pinning your wrists, as if you're gonna escape from him. You started to rolling your hips on him, making him move more faster, you're both skin to skin, grinding onto each other desperately, "Eren....s'big...so deep..." you moaned. He continues to pound into you.

"Fuck, that's right baby say my name."

"Eren!"

After a minute he completely stopped, you opened your eyes and your face shows confusion, before you could ask any questions, he suddenly slams all of his length into you, causing you to yelp both in pain and pleasure, the lewd sound of skin slapping made you curl your toes, he pounding into you like there's no tomorrow, you threw your head back, your tongue lolling out from your lips, he slamming all his length in and out of you repeatedly until you're a shaking panting mess, an amused look plastered on his cocky face, and his hips didn't stop dipping on you, not letting you think straight or put up any fight, "come on, fucking take it like the cumslut you are."

You choked on your breath as the knot in your stomach getting tighter, "E-ren... hugs...hugs....?" you purred to him, he finally let go of your wrists and let your head fell against his shoulder, he increases his phase that you didn't know was possible, you warped your arms around him as he did to you, and you dragged your nails through his sweaty back, Eren started to whisper sweet nothings as he felt himself twitching, he slurred curses underneath his groaned, his veins popped as he gripped you tightly, his muscles flexes at each moves.

You didn't dare to question him when he said that he'll fill you up inside, because no matter what your answer is, he'll do it anyway. The sight of his hard rock abs and v lines sent you over the edge, “Eren i’m gonna cum—“

“cum with me, Darling.”

You tasted the bitter tint in your tongue as you started seeing stars, you vision went black as Eren rides you to your orgasm while fluid started dripping down your thighs, your body is shaking uncontrollably, Eren let out a loud groan as he riding himself to his own high using your abused cunt, he shot his warm thick load onto your womb, making sure you take all of it, you buried your face on his neck, he slowly pulls out his cock and watches the white liquid oozing from your hole. Eren lifted up your chin, he cupped your cheek and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, mixing your pants together, “mine.” he moaned to your soft plump lips.

“yours."

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Part 1: Chapter 2 - It’s Show Time!

Evelyn wasn't in the mood to get up that morning, but she did anyways. She groaned as she felt the after effects of a hangover. Holding her head with both hands to try and stop the pounding headache as she got out of her cosy bed and headed into her kitchen. Opening up her medicine cabinet, she sighed in relief as she realised that she still had some ibuprofen left over, she also opened her fridge and got out a sport's drink, guzzling it as she swallowed the pill.

Deciding to let that settle for a bit, she made some breakfast, going for the usual oatmeal with whole wheat toast.

As the water was heating up, she decided at this time to open up her agenda and look at her list that she had planned for today.

. Last minute fittings

. Talk with the makeup artist for the models

. Make sure all of the models can be there

. Get all the organising done

. Security detailing

. Final run-through

. SHOW TIME!

She let out an exhausted sigh. All of the final preparations for her fashion show tonight were tiring and she was always made sure to clear her schedule the next day so that she could sleep. But she was always immensely proud of her hard work and dedication that she put into her work. She loved what she did and never felt as if it were work.

***

Making her way into The Royal Opera House where her fashion show was taking place later that night. It was finally the day of her show and she could not be more excited and anxious about it. She knew that her brother, Eric, would be coming to it in support of her and would be bringing a guest. It's been a few weeks since her break up and although she was still hurting, she was putting all of her time and energy into her work while she stayed at her sister, Vivienne's place.

The Royal Opera House was decorated very minimalistic. Not a lot of decorations but she still wanted there to be some. Every few aisles Evelyn made sure to have a small amount of flowers that were pink peonies.

When Eric told her that it was Prince William she thought he was joking as she recalled their conversation earlier. She had met William a few times before seeing as her brother was in the same unit as William. She knew Prince William had been in the military for a year now along with his brother, Prince Harry. It made headline news when the two Prince's joined the military.

William walked past the flashing lights with Eric as they made their way into the building. At Evelyn's shows she always had photographers there capturing the moment every time someone famous walked in. She was known to have celebrities and other fashion designers at her shows along with her parents. Unfortunately they wouldn't be at the show tonight though as her father wasn't feeling as well and was down with a cold. Nonetheless, he still managed to wish a good luck text the morning of the show in hopes that it all went well regardless of not being able to come.

There were around four hundred guests at The Royal Opera House. Some were other fashion designers like Elie Saab, Victoria Beckham, actresses such as Naomi Campbell, Kate Winslet, Emma Watson, Emily Blunt and her husband John Krasinski. Michelle Dockery and her friends, one of Evelyn's good friends Tom Hiddleston, Jenna Coleman and many others.

Evelyn looked past the curtain as she opened it back stage seeing loads of people taking their seats. Her eyes scanning until they settled on the first row seeing her older brother Eric and Prince William with him. She let out a relieved sigh knowing that they were there and hoped that he hadn't had any difficulty with getting in. She knew how much Prince William disliked photographers. Evelyn felt bad for having them here tonight but it was a usual at her shows and the show must carry on regardless of what happens.

There was a chatter in the building as people were in anticipation of tonights walk. To see Evelyn Bennett's latest creations. It was a hustle-and-bustle backstage and Evelyn could see that everyone was scattering about trying to find their clothes that they had to have on for the first walk.

"Sam," Evelyn calls out to her assistant. "Is everything ready? We need the first set of models to get lined up now."

"On it!"

Sam made a beeline as she gathered all of the first group models and had them line up in order. Evelyn made her way to the line and was fixing models outfits if they needed it.

"All right, go darling, go!" Evelyn told her first model after fixing her Peter Pan collar with pearls on it.

The main lights had dimmed to darkness as the main light for the stage turned on making sure people knew where the models were going to be walking. Alyssa made her way out as she walked like a predator. Her chin was facing slightly down, no smile, eyes focused ahead, posture was straight as she walked like she had an attitude. Alyssa was one of Evelyn's main models that she constantly had come back. They had a fantastic relationship that was important and Alyssa knew what Evelyn wanted every time.

The audience hushed as Alyssa walked out as Evelyn prepared for the next model.

"Okay, go," Evelyn told Lexi as Alyssa was making her way back to backstage.

Her Spring 2007 line was based on feminine florals 70's inspired. She had always been a fan of retro designs and wanted to somehow incorporate that into this years line. She felt as though it looked complete.

During fashion shows there was no time for relaxing. The whole time Evelyn felt as though her heart was beating so fast - a mile a minute. It could be a blubbering mess all through out in the back where the models were but somehow looking flawless in the end if it was pulled off right. It always was with Evelyn.

It was halfway through the show when Evelyn heard a commotion taking place backstage and hearing her name being called.

"Evelyn!"

She heard her name being called over the noise and looked around to see her assistant, Sam, waving at her trying to catch up to her. She had a clipboard in one hand along with a headset to reach the other members of the team.

"We have a problem," Sam told her trying to remain calm knowing that Evelyn wouldn't once she hears the news.

"What's wrong?"

"Stephanie's not here yet. We've been trying to reach her but to no avail."

"What the bloody hell do you mean Stephanie isn't here?" Evelyn yelled frantically. "Where is she? Does anyone know?"

People shook their heads as they had no clue where she was. Luckily, they had her number written down and tried calling her. The phone rang and rang with nobody picking up. It was pissing Evelyn off because this was so unprofessional. This had never happened at one of shows before and she knew that if Stephanie didn't call her back or come within the next few minutes she was never going to hire her back again.

"What if you wore it?" Sam asked.

"Me?" Evelyn shrieked in horror. "I've hardly walked before. I'm not a model!"

"We don't really have much of a choice. And you're the only one who is the same size and height as Stephanie."

She wasn't model height by any means. She was five foot seven and had barely any practice walking the runway. The only time she did was after her shows. She was nervous as hell and pissed at Stephanie for leaving them.

The outfit was a blush colour high low organza maxi skirt that had satin trims on the end. She had it paired with a white sleeveless shirt that had thin spaghetti straps and was v neck as the v neck had a lace design. She wore it with a pair of nude high heels. Some people in the crowd were confused whilst others knew something must have happened. Her hair was up in a milk braid from her hair stylist.

"Damn," Eric murmured to William. "Someone must have not shown up."

"Does she not normally walk out like that?" William asked.

William didn't know how fashion shows worked out. He had only been to one before for Kate but he didn't know the logistics of it.

"No," Eric shook his head. "She normally waits until the end when all of the models are done to let everyone know that's the end."

Unlike William, he did know the logistics of how fashion shows worked given how their father also made men's tuxedos. He had grown up in the industry and knew the in's and out's.

The rest of the show went fantastic after Evelyn finished her walk and she was so glad that it was all able to work out well.

At the end of the show Evelyn walked out again, this time for a different reason and a different outfit. Her short blonde hair was down a little bit past her shoulders with her dark roots showing. The outfit she chose was a white jumpsuit. It was one of her favourite pieces that she had made. As she walked out for the last time that night she had a big smile on her face as she waved to the crowd, happy that the guests seemed to like it.

***

Her brother had told her that he was going to be bringing William to her show with him and on top of making sure her show ran smoothly, she also had to make sure security was in place.

"Hello, it's so nice of you to come," Evelyn greeted Prince William. "How did you find the show?"

He immediately stuck his hand out for her to shake as she did before she curtsied at him. She had only met him a few times before and they hadn't had very long conversations then. They were either too busy or didn't know each other well. When Eric had first asked William if he wanted to go to his sister's fashion show he thought it might be interesting. He had just gotten out a four year relationship with his ex-girlfriend, Kate Middleton, and felt as though he needed a bit of a distraction. He didn't want to go to a club and get himself into trouble so he felt this was the better option of the two.

"It's a pleasure seeing you again as well. Congratulations on a fantastic show," William said to Evelyn with a charming smile. "And please you do not have to curtsy to me."

The Royal family was very strict with protocol but William never wanted his friends or their siblings to feel as though they had to curtsy to him every time they saw each other.

"All right," Evelyn replied quietly with a shy smile as she looked at Prince William. "Thank you, we all worked incredibly hard so it's nice to see it all come through."

Evelyn was never one to take all of the credit about anything. It was always a team effort in her mind. Although her team begged to differ.

"Eric said you normally don't walk in your own shows?" He asked genuinely interested in her work.

"No, no no," she said laughing as she waved her hand. "Unfortunately, I had a model do a no call no show and left us. Luck turns out, I'm the same size as her as they had no one else to fill in so I was able to do it."

"Well, you pulled it off quite nicely."

"Thank you," she thanked William with a smile as she laughed. "Do you want a tour back stage?" She asked tilting her head to the side slightly as her brother watched the two.

Eric knew about his sister's breakup from her fiancé a couple weeks ago. He knew she was struggling with herself and her emotions. He wanted a chance to talk to her alone. To see where her head was at. If she was doing okay. Eric was one of the few that did actually like Liam Matthews and to hear from Vivienne what had happened he was absolutely gutted.

"Please," William said professional as always.

William walked in front as she put her arm out in extension showing the Prince that he should go first.

"Well done tonight, Lyn," Eric gave his sister a side hug as they walked on.

"Thank you, Eric," she smiled bashfully. "Thank you for coming out and supporting me as well."

"It's no problem. Always a fun night. If you aren't busy tomorrow can we grab lunch to catch up?"

"Of course," she told him with a smile.

They both followed William as she showed him around and introduced William and her brother Eric to her workers. Most of them already knew Eric personally from all times she would visit him in the office or come to one of her shows. William was entranced by Evelyn and her ability to be love her work. To be talkative yet quiet when she needed to be. To answer his questions about her work if he had any.

By the end of the night almost everyone had already left. Evelyn was always the last to leave and the first to arrive to everything that had to relate to her business. She was picking up her bag full of her things that she needed as she saw William walking back in.

"Oh hello again," she greeted him. "I thought you left already?"

"I was about to but then I recalled I don't have your number. Would it be all right if I called you sometime?"

"Yes, all right," she gave the Prince her number thinking that it was to keep in contact with her for updates about Eric.

"Right," William cleared his throat as she gave him her phone number. "Thank you for that. And congratulations again on a great show."

"Thank you and thank you for coming," Evelyn smiled at him more relaxed.

That night was the first time since the breakup that Evelyn was able to sleep peacefully. Evelyn had a successful night and was able to be with her brother and Prince William. She had no idea what the future held for her but for the first time in a long time she was able to sleep.

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You Know Why | Chapter 1 - Monday

It feels good to be back. Hope you all like it!

Kara Danvers returns to National City after accepting a role as television writer for 'Heroes' starring Lena Luthor and Maggie Sawyer, where her sister just so happens to be a producer on.

After an unfortunate circumstance Kara finds herself rooming with Lena until a fling from the past comes back putting Kara in a rather awkward position after her feelings come to fruition.

There's implied references to previous relationships (please don't hate me, because SuperCorp is motherf*cking endgame)!

Check it out on AO3 or jump below to read the first chapter!

The sunlight hits her hair making her already glowing hair radiate even more as the National City native steps out of the airport. Blue eyes are shielded from the sun by dark sunglasses as her eyes search for her name on the row of drivers waiting for their pick ups.

She finds 'Danvers' written in bold black letters and as she makes her way over to introduce herself she finds hazel eyes connect with hers and she squeals out in delight.

"Alex!"

"Long time baby sister," the older Danvers replies.

"You said you had to work, you liar!" Kara exclaims, reclaiming her luggage and following Alex to her car.

Alex shrugs, “You're my sister and I haven't seen you since Christmas, there was no way I wasn’t going to pick you up!”

The two girls walk to a blacked out Audi and Kara gives her sister a pointed look raising her eyebrows. "It's Maggie's..." Alex mumbles stowing Kara's baggage in the trunk before returning to the passenger door. The Danvers sisters enter the car and are met with an overwhelming bass and the one and only Maggie Sawyer jamming out in the front seat.

"Hi Little Danvers!" Maggie says greeting the blonde through the rearview mirror. "Happy to be home?"

"It was definitely time to come back," Kara replies with a little less pep than intended. “I am happy to be back, I'm just tired. I looked over J'onn's outline on the plane ride over and I definitely have my work cut out for me."

"Kar - one night okay? One night, no work talk. We're heading back to our place, we've got potstickers on standby and Winn's coming over to see you," Alex says making Kara smile.

Familiar buildings and neighborhoods begin to flash into view as they near Alex and Maggie's condo and Kara can't help but feel sentimental after returning home after two years.

"So this is home," Alex says gesturing for Kara to step through their condo. "It's not fancy for a television star but it’s home.”

"Alex are you insane? This place is gorgeous. The view is just...wow," Kara replies. She quickly kicks off her shoes and heads for the comfortable couch and she's quickly joined by Maggie and Alex holding flutes of champagne.

"You guys..." Kara blushes.

"To Kara," Maggie says raising her glass. The three clink glasses and fall into a comfortable conversation as they await for their food to be delivered.

A little over an hour later, there's a knock on the door and Maggie's off to greet the deliver person but instead finds Winn holding three bags worth of Chinese food.

"WINN!" Kara squeals launching off the couch and into her best friend's arms.

"I know I shouldn't ask but are you hugging me because I have food or because you've missed me?"

"Do you really want me to answer that question..."

Winn smiles, "Same old Kara I see."

"You wouldn't want it any other way, now let's eat!"

It's nearing 10 pm when Maggie decides to call it a night insisting that everyone stay and catch up not wanting her early set time to keep them from catching up.

"Actually, I thought I'd head out," Kara says standing to put her glass away.

"Kar come on, I told you there's plenty of room for you here," Alex says giving her a look that only Kara can read.

"I know but I really don't mind. Besides, the PA said it would only be a week or so in the hotel before getting situated and you know how much I work better in my own fortress of solitude," the younger sister replies giving her sister a smile.

"Well if you're sure," Maggie interjects to which Kara nods.

"How about I drive you?" Winn suggests and Kara smiles just a bit brighter with the idea of getting one-on-one time with her best friend.

Kara goes to hug the other two girls with promises to meet them for lunch on set and before she knows it she's being dragged into a hole in the wall bar with dim lights and music Kara hasn't heard in ages.

"One drink Winn," Kara warns and Winn nods but judging from the smirk on his face Kara knows she's in more than just one night.

"Mike! The finest bourbon for my friend, please!" Winn says taking a seat at the bar and with a wink from the bartender, Winn's dragging Kara next to him.

"He's cute," Kara says leaning her elbows against the bar facing outward to the crowd.

"And a good kisser too," Winn replies without missing a beat.

"Winslow Schott! You dog!" Kara jokes but Winn is quick to reassure her that is isn't what it seems like and that him and Mike have actually been together going on three years now.

"Winn, you did a really great job with this," Kara says gesturing to the bar.

"Thanks, it was hard, you know? Getting it off the ground and turning it into something my dad always wanted it to be."

Kara covers Winn's hand with her own, "He would be so incredibly proud of you."

"Your parents would be proud of you too, Kara," and Winn doesn't need a response to know that Kara's heard him.

"So are we going to talk about it?" Winn asks not needing to go into detail.

"Only unless provoked," Kara replies waving at another bartender for a refill.

"Well you won't hear any provoking from me," Winn replies. "But for old time's sake, will you get on stage?"

Kara blushes, "I'm not nearly drunk enough for that to happen. But soon, I promise."

"I'm holding you to it."

The night grew from one drink to two, to three and then to shots and before she knows it, Kara’s alarm is going off at 6 am on the dot. Laying bed for a few moments, she takes in the sounds of city beginning to wake up below her and rolls over to the other side of the bed reminding herself that she's no longer in Metropolis and today can be anything she wants it to be. With a final sigh, Kara leaves the comfort of her bed and drags herself into the shower.

They meet on a Monday, unintentionally, but they meet nonetheless. The writer is clad in her usual chino colored pants, collared button down with a gray pullover as she waits for her coffee, a less than chirpy 'Kara' is called out and the blonde turns to accept her coffee only to be met full on to a chest full of an ice cold latte.

"Oh for fuck's sake," a slightly accented voice says. "I'm such a klutz, I'm sorry!"

Kara looks up to meet her space invader but finds herself looking at her own reflection in the red-tinted sunglasses. Kara, determined not to let this accident deter her from her first day at work, puts on her best Danvers smile and assures the woman it's no problem, even though it isn’t.

"It most definitely is a problem. Your shirt is soaked."

"It's fine," Kara says tugging at her sweater. She quickly moves to an abandoned table in an effort to take the sweater off only successfully doing so after her button down rides up exposing her abs, something that doesn't go unnoticed by the intruder.

"Did you need something else?" Kara asks trying not to sound annoyed, although she's slightly smug about catching the other girl's attention.

"Other than a new coffee, no but can I get you something to change into? I feel terrible."

"No, this should be okay," Kara says grimacing as she realizes the iced coffee has seeped onto her button down as well.

"Seriously, I live just upstairs, let me grab you something,” the stranger says already heading towards the door. “I'm Lena, by the way. I figure you'd be more inclined to follow if you knew my name."

Kara shuts her eyes for a moment, remembering her breathing exercises and tuning out the rest of the world around her. She's hesitant but the last thing she wants is to show up to her first day on set looking anything less than professional.

"You know what, that would be great," Kara says satisfying the stranger. "I'm Kara."

Kara follows the brunette out into an elevator bank trying to make light conversation while they begin their ascent to the 30th floor.

“Lived here long?" Kara asks attempting to small talk.

“A few years, yes.”

The elevator dings and Kara lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and she silently follows the brunette inside her apartment.

"I'll just be a minute," Lena says ushering Kara towards the kitchen island and then she's off towards what Kara assumes is her bedroom.

Kara takes a minute to look around the living space, it's clean, very minimalistic without much of a personality, though she tries not to judge. It's only until Kara notices a familiar logo on the kitchen counter that her curiosity gets the best of her.

"Sorry, that took so long. I was looking for something clean," Lena says walking back into the kitchen, stopping as she sees Kara peeking at her mail.

"I wasn't snooping, I promise! I just saw the 'Heroes' logo and...Well okay, I guess I was kind of snooping."

"Curiosity killed the cat, Kara," Lena teases.

"Fair enough. I actually work on the show, well, newly work on the show."

"Do you now?" Lena asks rather matter-of-factly. "I do as well."

"You do?" Kara asks and then it hits her as she takes in the other girl's power stance and chiseled jaw. "You're Lena Luthor."

"Unfortunately," she replies. "Kidding! But yes, I am and you must be...Kara Danvers, Alex's little sister," she replies. "And our newest writer. Well it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm sorry it had to be under these circumstances," she says gesturing to Kara's shirt.

"That's me!" Kara says awkwardly rocking back on the heels of her feet. The two stare at each other not quite sure what to do next but Kara breaks the ice by pointing at the shirt still in Lena's hand."

"Ah, right! Bathroom is just down the hall on your left," Lena says and Kara quickly grabs the shirt and makes her way to change. She changes quickly into the blue blouse Lena's lent her and while it is a bit loose in the front, she makes it work. She's entranced a bit by the smell of Lena's clothes when she hears a knock at the door.

"I don't mean to bother but my call time is in 30, would you like to share a cab?"

"Um, yeah! Be right out!"

Kara sports a slight blush to her face as she passes Lena in the hall but if the other girl notices, she doesn't mention it. They make short conversation in the cab over to the set and when they arrive Kara's greeted by Alex and J'onn to whisk her off to more formal introductions before attending a storyboard meeting, but not before Lena says her goodbye with a short, "See you around, Kara," that leaves the girl smiling.

"What's wrong with your face?" Alex asks. "And since when do you wear obnoxiously expensive blouses?" the older Danvers asks poking at Kara's sleeve.

"It's Lena's," Kara replies following her down the hall and Alex quirks a brow.

"Sorry?"

Kara sighs, "It's a long story, let's just get this day started, yeah?"

It's an hour or so of introductions as Alex brings Kara around to the usual cast and crew giving her a tour along the way, before the two make their way into the storyboard meeting. When they arrive, they're met with a few of the other producers, J'onn and to Kara's surprise Lena and Maggie.

"Alright everyone, settle in," J'onn begins getting everyone's attention. He goes through the same shpeal he does every season highlighting story arcs he aims to finish up, begin and redirect before calling attention to the lead actors present.

"Miss Luthor and Miss Sawyer have been kind enough to spend some time with us today to go over how they feel about their characters and where they'd ideally like to see them going. Now before any of you object, this has been the plan for awhile and in an effort to give our actors the creative freedom they want, this is something we hope to continue doing moving forward."

Not a single person questions J'onn's decision and Kara is filled with excitement over the prospect of getting to be part of such a dynamic team.

"Miss Luthor, if you'd like to start."

"Right, thanks everyone and thank you to all the writers who have been so amazing in giving Morgana such a strong presence. I know this has been brought up before but I really think this is a storyline worth revisiting and that's giving her a female love interest."

She's not met with any objection but Kara is a bit surprised.

"Miss Danvers, you look a bit...quizzical?"

Kara realizes that the attention's on her and Alex nudges her to speak up.

"I apologize, that isn't what I meant to convey at all. I'm just curious as to your justification for this decision? I don't object at all, I think same-sex relationships is something we deserve to see on television, I just want to make sure that we're giving Morgana at the right time for her character, and not for the sake of giving her one," she pauses and tries to gauge the reaction of the table before continuing. "More importantly, I just don't want to compromise the integrity of this character just to put her in a relationship. Her story of overcoming her family history to be this kickass leading lady should first and foremost be our focus, if we're giving her a relationship this person needs to be someone who aids in that movement and not give her your typical relationship drama."

Lena, without breaking eye contact replies, "I see why you hired her J'onn."

Kara lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding as murmurs of agreement surround her.

"Very well then, Miss Danvers, I believe you have your first arc."

The rest of the meeting goes swimmingly and before the newbie knows it, it's nearing the end of the day. As she packs up Alex begins to badger her again about staying with them to which Kara declines...again.

"Kar - you can't live in that hotel."

"I'm not living in it...The network's just waiting for a lease to be up in the complex and I'll have a place."

Alex pouts, "Babe, you're doing it again," Maggies says tugging on her girlfriend. "If Kara needs a place to stay, she'll say it. C'mon."

"Are you sure?" Alex asks again narrowing her eyes at her sister.

"I'm positive. Besides, room and maid service? It's a dream come true," Kara teases.

Before Alex can reply, a soft voice from behind interrupts.

"I don't mean to overhear but Kara, if you don't want to stay at a hotel, my apartment has more than enough space."

Both Danvers sisters turn around while Maggie smirks at her co-lead.

"Like I said, I didn't mean to overhear, I just have two extra bedrooms, it really shouldn't go to waste and if it's temporary I mean I don't see why not?" Lena continues.

Alex looks like she's about to say something when Kara speaks first.

"That's really kind of you Lena but I wouldn't want to put you out."

Lena smiles, "Nonsense, it gets pretty lonely and I'm not exactly known for being the rowdy type," she replies. "Besides, if you're staying at the hotel I think you're staying it, the food gets pretty old after awhile and the staff tends to uh, be pretty light on the sheet changes if you know what I mean."

Kara grimaces at the mention of the hotel's cleanliness and opts not to comment on it further, "I appreciate it Lena and I'll keep it in mind."

Lena nods her head in understanding and the rest of the group finishes packing up and heads out for the day.

When Kara's back in her room, her bed is filled with old scripts and notes for the upcoming season. She finds herself hitting the infamous writer's block when she notices an obscure brown stain on her comforter. Not wanting to investigate it further, she moves to the living room in hopes of better inspiration but when she spies a bug flit across the floor she knows she's done for the night. She packs up her bag and texts Alex that she'll be over without waiting for a response.

Fifteen minutes later, Kara wishes she had waited for a response after walking in on her sister and Maggie on the couch.

"IT'S OKAY! NEVERMIND!" Kara yells as she quickly darts towards the elevator. She thinks of reaching out to Winn but the last thing she wants to do is put him out either, sighing, she grabs her phone and reaches for the cast/crew contact sheet in her work bag. Biting her nails, she finally pulls the trigger.

Kara (9:45pm): Hey, it's Kara Danvers...I was wondering if your offer still stands?

Lena (9:51pm): Was it a stain or the bugs that got you?

Kara (9:53pm): Both unfortunately...

Lena (9:54pm): I hate to say I told you so but...

Kara (9:56pm): I'll bring pizza?

Lena (9:57pm): I'll let Karl know to let you straight up 😃

It should feel weird for Kara to be bringing dinner to someone who's basically a stranger, where she's agreed to move in but for some reason when it comes to Lena Luthor, it isn't. She can't quite put her finger on it but it's something that doesn't quite sit right the writer.

When she knocks on the door Lena answers in a worn out sweatpants and faded university sweatshirt topped off with a messy bun and square-rimmed glasses.

"Kara!" she says obviously delighted to see her. "Come in! That pizza smells divine."

"It's an old guilty pleasure," she admits setting the box of pizza down.

"Guilty pleasure, as in you're not new to National City?"

"Born and raised actually," Kara says now awkwardly standing next to the counter.

"Oh shit, sorry. Let me show you to your room! I can't begin to tell you how excited I am, in a not-creepy-I-want-friends-kind-of-way," and that immediately sets the tone for the rest of the night. Kara quickly deposits her very limited luggage to her room and follows Lena back to the kitchen.

"So this isn't weird, right?" Kara asks suddenly very self-conscious of her presence. She's seen Lena in the news, she even follows her on social media, but never in a million years did she think she'd be sharing a home with her.

"It's only weird if we make it weird," Lena says taking a bite out of her pizza. "Besides, I feel like I know you after working with Alex these past few years."

"Fair enough," Kara says smiling.

"Wait a minute, so you're telling me that you earned your union card by doing promos for MTV's Sweet Sixteen?" Kara laughs almost sloshing over her glass of wine.

"I did and if you tell anyone they won't be able to find the body," Lena teases pouring herself another glass of red. The night was far from what Kara expected, she honestly assumed that after dinner Lena would do her own thing and Kara her's but the two were settled onto Lena's obscenely comfortable couch, a bottle of red deep with the Food Networking playing in the background.

"So if you don't mind me asking...Why'd you leave National City?"

Kara hesitates, "I moved to Metropolis for work, once that ended there wasn't really a reason for me to stay," Kara smiles lightly and maybe it's because Lena's had a few glasses of wine but she doesn't sense the sadness in Kara's eyes or the way her body tensed at the mention of Metropolis.

"Well that makes sense," Lena replies. "Now can I ask you another question?"

Kara nods.

"What did you really think of my proposal to give Morgana a female love interest?"

"I meant what I said in the meeting. I don't think it's any surprise to people that I'm fully in support to LGBTQ representation, that'd be a bit hypocritical of me, don't you think?"

"Of course, that makes sense, Alex is your sister after all," Lena replies and Kara doesn't make an effort to also include the fact that she also falls on the spectrum.

"Exactly, besides I have a pretty great idea who to pair Morgana with and fingers crossed it goes through," Kara teases.

"Well you can't leave a girl hanging like that!"

Kara holds her hands in surrender, "I can't give all my secrets away!"

That's how the rest of the night goes and before she knows it, Kara's tucked away in her new room and for the first time in awhile, she forgoes her sleeping pills and sleeps like a baby.

"Kara, come on! One drink!"

Kara's deep in a re-read of Harry Potter when a voice is suddenly at her door.

"It's been a long day, Lena."

"Which is why we need to get a drink!"

It's been almost three weeks now since Kara's taken up residency at Lena's and if you didn't know it, you'd think the girls were always this close. It was easy to fall into a friendship, Lena was the ideal roommate and Kara had zero complaints. Except of course maybe Lena's laid back attitude towards walking around in her towel after showering or even worse, an oversized sweater and boy shorts, but other than that, the situation was perfect.

"Kara..." Lena whines and the blonde knows she's in for no good if that continues. Putting her bookmark back in place, Kara sighs in defeat.

"One drink and I don't want to have to put my face on to do it."

"Deal!" Lena replies and quickly drags Kara out of bed and down the block to a dive bar they tend to frequent.

"Is there any reason why we couldn't do this at home?" Kara asks as she watches Lena twirl her straw in her hand.

"Yes."

"Care to share there?"

"I just needed to get my mind off of a few things," and at hearing that Kara is fully attentive.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you hear who they're bringing in for a potential villain this season?" Lena asks.

"Yes but what does that have to do with anything?" Kara asks.

"Everything," Lena deflates.

"Lena?"

The brunette quickly finishes the rest of her drink and waves the waiter over for another.

"Veronica and I don't have the best history," Lena says avoiding Kara's eyes. "We went to boarding school together and don't give me that look."

"What look?" Kara asks grinning.

"That, 'of course you went to boarding school' look. Anyways, as I was saying...Veronica and I...we didn't have the best of break ups, it was very emotional, dramatic and full of -"

"You and Veronica dated?" Kara asks looking stunned.

"We did, yes."

"For how long?"

"Three years, on and off."

"Fuck," Kara replies and Lena just laughs.

"So you do swear, I was beginning to think you really were too pure for your own good."

"You won't think I'm so pure when you read the next script."

"Really now?" Lena teases in a way that borderline resembles flirting but Kara can't be quite sure, she never was good at reading that sort of thing. "Pray tell, what does the award-winning writer Kara Danvers have in store for Morgana?"

Kara gulps, visibly gulps and Lena laughs it off putting the other girl at ease. "You know if she's going to be a problem I can say something," Kara says but Lena waves her off.

"No, that wouldn't be very mature of me now would it and Veronica Sinclair is anything but petty."

"So what now?"

"We order another drink and hope her chemistry test doesn't go well?" Lena says rather hopeful, fully aware their chemistry is already off the charts.

"I suppose so," Kara mumbles. "Or I can write her character a horrifying death and call it a day."

Lena laughs and Kara feels like she's accomplished something, "You wouldn't dare," Lena laughs again.

"I wouldn't, but it's a thought," and Kara enjoys how easy it is to make the other girl smile.

Kara adapts to life back in National City rather seamlessly and she can't be help but feel like she owes that to Lena. Soon enough Lena's become a regular to Kara's hidden gems around the city and Kara's not really mad about it either. Before moving back Kara wouldn't say she didn't have much of a social life, but she really didn't. After her last full-time job, she was pretty much a nomad, working freelance jobs here and there, some taking her to tucked away corners of the world and some to large bustling cities that never seemed to sleep. There was something about the solace she found in her travels but there were moments of weaknesses that even she can't bring herself to want to remember but that's in her past life and she's ready to take on what's yet to come, hopefully with her new BFF by her side.

"Buffy Marathon again tonight?" Lena asks as she refills Kara's empty coffee mug.

"No hot plans for tonight?" Kara asks not bothering to look up from her script notes.

"You are hot and no. I'd much rather soak in the tub for an hour and then binge out on some underlying sexual tension between Faith and Buffy."

"You know for someone who hasn't watched the show until me, you're catching on quite quickly to these issues."

"It does help when I've got you keeping me on my toes and incorporating the 'No Phone' rule while we watch." Kara pouts but Lena's quick to make light of her comment and assure Kara it's a rule she welcomes.

"Chinese tonight?" Kara asks already grabbing her phone to order.

"Extra spring rolls, please!" Lena calls from down the hall and Kara calls in their order. A little over an hour later Kara's being shaken awake.

"Kara, the food."

Kara groggily opens her eyes and finds herself inches from Lena's face. Lena who is standing in a towel barely covering her body.

"Someone needs more sleep," Lena replies with a huskier voice than usual.

"I'm fine," Kara replies jumping awake at the sudden knock on their door. "Sorry, didn't mean to pull you from your soak."

"No worries," Lena replies going to fetch her wallet. "I'd just prefer to remain out of the tabloids this week by not answering the door in my towel," Lena snickers.

"I think you'd give our usual guy a heart attack," Kara replies and Lena blushes but the blonde doesn't seem to notice as Lena hands her a few bills for the meal. "Go ahead and change, I'll get the food ready."

The girls are three episodes in before Lena starts to get restless.

"Lena..." Kara warns her.

"Ice cream."

"Sorry?"

"Ice cream, let's get some," Lena finishes.

"It's like..." Kara looks at the clock, "it's nearly 10."

"So?"

"You buying?" Kara teases.

"As if you can't afford ice cream, but yes. If that's what it'll take for you to come."

Kara shivers hearing Lena talk but she quickly shakes her head at the thoughts that come to mind and instead pulls Lena off the couch and heads toward the door.

"Deal!"

The two walk to the local ice cream shop just down the street, clad in sweatpants and a baggy sweater Lena's barely recognizable as the girls sit on a bench outside enjoying their late night treat.

"Can I try yours?" Lena asks eyeing Kara's Rocky Road.

"You do this every time," Kara says already handing over her cone.

"And you give in every time," Lena smiles back giving the ice cream a long lick before letting out a glorious moan. "Oh my god, you always get the better flavor."

Kara smiles, "Serves you right for always getting vanilla!" She goes to jerk her hand back but is quickly pulled back when Lena tries to steal another taste but ends up instead licking Kara's hand. The blonde immediately blushes and freezes in place and that's when they hear it. The sounds of shutters quickly going off and soon enough a series of flashes.

"Well this'll make headlines tomorrow," Lena laughs. "Just imagine, 'Lena Luthor Eats Ice Cream.'"

Kara laughs, it's definitely something she's gotten used to after befriending the actor. It hasn't been easy but being followed by fans and photographers is something she easily adapted to, it isn't the first time she's had to do this after all but she doesn't let Lena know that, instead indulging the other girl in her protective actions of shielding the writer from paparazzi.

"Ready to head back?" Lena asks suddenly donning a pair of dark sunglasses.

"Just about," Kara replies taking the last bite of her cone. The two go to take their typical walk home but find themselves facing more photographers than usual.

"What the fuck," Lena mutters. Instinctively, she puts herself in front of Kara, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the crowd. Kara sees flashes go off in every direction and while part of her knows she should probably pull away from Lena, she feels the grip in her hand tighten and she pushes to be closer to the other girl ignoring the way her stomach flutters.

"Here on a Monday, huh? That's new." Kara hears as she takes a spot at the bar.

"Early writing session and I've got a few creative juices still flowing," Kara replies to Winn who's wiping down the bar.

"Does that mean what I think it means?"

Kara beams and nods in excitement, "It does!"

An hour later Kara's well fed sporting a slight buzz and familiarizing herself with the ivory keys Winn said he just had "lying around" in the back. The owner makes his way to the front of the stage grabbing the patrons' attention and introduces Kara.

With a steady voice the blonde introduces herself with a simple, "Hi, I'm Kara," before her fingers, with a mind of their own, quickly sweep across the piano keys filling the bar with a familiar melody. Winn watches in awe from the bar as his best friend finds her voice again and quite frankly, finds herself.

"I didn't know she could sing like that," Mike whispers to Winn, his eyes hypnotized by Kara's performance.

"She hasn't sung in awhile...I'm honestly happy and terrified for her."

"Why's that, babe?"

"The last time she sang she was in this emotional roller coaster of a relationship. So whoever or whatever her muse is this time around...It's changing her and fast."

"Well good thing she has you every step of the way," Mike says kissing his boyfriend on the cheek before disappearing to serve a few thirsty patrons.

Kara finishes her first song, a soft version of 'Moon River.' She's met with a round of applause and the spotlight does nothing to hide her blush. She's halfway through her second piano ballad when Alex shuffles in and taking up residency near Winn at the bar.

"I can't believe it," she says. "You're like a miracle worker, Winn."

"I wish I could take credit for it but it wasn't me, she just showed up."

Alex furrows her brow and studies her sister, the way her body leans in time to the beat and she plays with her eyes closed letting her muscle memory take over.

"Do you think they're back together?" Alex asks.

"I'd assume you'd know better than me."

"Curious..." Alex says while Winn hands her a drink and Kara's wrapped up her second song and leading towards what becomes her third, fourth and then fifth song of the night, before wrapping up and heading over to Winn.

"Winn! Did you see that? Did you hear - Alex! What are you doing here?" Kara asks her attention flitting to her sister.

"Winnie here told me I'd find something rather magical if I hurried my ass over," Alex teases.

Kara leers a bit at Winn who suddenly shrinks away with murmurings of hearing Mike call him, leaving the Danvers sister alone.

"You were amazing Kara."

"Thanks," she blushes. "Drink?" Kara asks before her sister can bombard her with questions.

"Always."

It's a sunny Monday two weeks later when word comes through finalizing Veronica Sinclair's role as Roulette, Morgana's season three love interest and villain this season. Lena's bummed to say the least but she can't deny the raw talent her ex, turned co-star brings to the table and quite frankly, neither can Kara, much to her dismay though she doesn't quite know why.

In an effort to welcome Veronica officially to the team, a few cast and crew members take Veronica out for celebratory drinks and Kara can tell the way Lena practically glues herself to her side that she's doing her best to avoid any interaction.

"You know if you grip your glass any tighter it'll shatter," Kara whispers to her roommate.

"I can't help it, I just keep thinking she's going to come over and corner me and I can't...I can't have that happen."

"Why don't we just go home?"

The idea is tempting but Lena knows that she has to put in the face time for fear of earning a first class ticket to the gossip mill.

"You know you still haven't told me why you two don't get along," Kara whispers.

"There's nothing to tell. I told you we dated, she broke my heart, end of story."

"Ah."

Lena whips around and quirks her brow, "What do you mean, ah?"

Kara laughs having already picked up on her roommate's mannerisms in their short time living together.

"I just mean that you obviously still have feelings for her," Kara retorts downing the rest of her drink and grabbing a new one off the table.

"I do not!" Lena stutters trying her best to hide her blush in the well lit bar.

"Doesn't seem that way to me but whatever you say Lena."

"What are you bickering about like an old couple?" Alex appears out of nowhere.

The girls answer simultaneously.

"We're not bickering!"

"We're not an old couple!"

Alex snorts into her drink, "Could have fooled me."

"Little Danvers, Luthor," Maggie greets them sidling up to the group of girls. "So what do we think of the infamous Veronica Sinclair?" Maggie asks skipping her scotch while eyeing the new addition to their cast.

"Funny thing you should ask..." Kara starts only to be thrown a glare from Lena which shuts her up quickly. Kara's about to tease Lena even more when she notices the other raven-haired girl making her way towards their group.

"Fuck..." Lena mutters as she looks down at her drink and then back up at the actress, putting on her best face.

"Lena Luthor," Veronica starts. "It's been far too long, darling."

Alex makes something similar to a gagging noise and a weird face at the pet name.

"We saw each other two weeks ago at the read."

"You know what I mean, Lee."

This time it's Kara who makes a weird face at her roommate's nickname.

"That ship has sailed many times, V...And sunk."

"Don't play coy."

Lena's nostrils flare, obviously worked up from the other girl's antics.

"You know very well I'm not playing..." Lena eyes the rest of the group who jump into a random conversation to avoid the awkwardness and Lena takes the opportunity to pull Veronica aside. "You can't do this."

"I'm not doing anything Lena."

"You very well know what you're doing Veronica...Please...This isn't...We didn't work for a reason and I'm not about to start something up now because you're bored and think this is the right time for this."

"So under different circumstances, you would start something?" the other girl asks, a glint in her eye.

"No that's not what I...Veronica, you and I ended a long time ago."

"Are you seeing someone else?" Veronica asks stepping toward Lena after seeing the girl nod no.

"Are you interested in someone else?" Veronica asks again, her voice lower.

"No."

"Are you afraid of me?"

"No."

"Are you afraid of what happens when we spend too much time together?"

Lena doesn't answer, her blown out pupils saying enough.

Celebratory drinks got a bit out of hand after Maggie challenged Alex to a contest of shots…ending in Kara playing mom and escorting both girls home. By the time she crawls into her bed it was nearing sunrise and she didn't even think of what happened to her roommate.

Fast forward to four hours later when a clanging from the kitchen wakes the blonde from her slumber. After tossing and turning for 15 more minutes Kara throws in the towel and stumbles out to deal with her loud roommate.

"Lena, quiet," Kara sleepily says making her way to the kitchen island and placing her throbbing head on the cool counter.

"Sorry to disappoint but not Lena."

Kara's head shoots up faster than she would have liked and finds the one and only Veronica Sinclair, clad in a only in an oversized sweater that Kara recognizes as her own...that was recently borrowed by...Lena...

With the writer still speechless, Veronica shrugs and goes back to cooking while pouring Kara a glass of coffee without a word.

"So when Lena told me she had a roommate, I didn't think it would be one of the writers."

"Mmhm," Kara replies not really sure how to handle the situation so she redirects her attention to her Twitter feed and sips her coffee silently.

"For a writer you're not very...verbose," Veronica says trying to get the girl's attention again.

"Not quite sure what to say," Kara replies and Lena could not have better timing as the show's star walks out looking quite disheveled but nonetheless with a smirk on her face.

"V, ready for round fou...Oh Kara!"

"I was just taking this to my room," Kara replies quickly grabbing her coffee and speed walking to her room.

"You always knew how to make an entrance Lee," Sinclair teases and Lena can't fight the blush that pulls at her cheeks. The brunette is torn between making sure her roommate isn't too weirded out and following Veronica's lead back to the bedroom. The temptation gets the best of her, thoughts of coffee and eggs long forgotten as Lena follows Veronica without resurfacing hours later, not even noticing that Kara doesn't come home that night.

Lena (8:04am): Are you working late again tonight?

Kara (8:23am): Potentially. What's up?

Lena (8:24am): Just curious, I miss you.

Kara's stomach clenches and she doesn't know why but she's sure it has something to do with Veronica Sinclair. Ugh.

Kara (8:27am): Work's been crazy but I should be home tonight.

Lena (8:29am): Buffy marathon later?

Kara (8:31am): I don't know...Will there be potstickers?

Lena (8:31am): I wouldn't dare have a marathon without them. See you at home ♥

Kara doesn't respond but she does catch herself smiling and she shakes her head at the reason she might be feeling this way.

"So how was your day?" Lena asks crashing onto her couch with a carton of potstickers.

"Uneventful, yours?" Kara asks.

"We wrapped up episode 3 today, I'm seriously loving the writing style this season."

"Flatterer," Kara blushes.

"I'm being serious!" Lena laughs. "It's so refreshing to have another woman on the writing staff."

"Well thank you, but I will say it's easy to write when we've got talent like yours and Maggie's."

The girls fall into a comfortable silence, it's been a little over two months now that Kara's moved in and neither girl has really made the effort to bring up the fact that there are vacancies in the building or the fact that odds and ends of Kara's have found homes in the cold blank spaces of Lena's apartment, immediately making the place feel cozy.

"Do you have any spoilers to share for the big reveal?" Lena teases, the big reveal being the introduction of Roulette's character.

"Not really..." Kara mumbles through a mouthful of potsticker as her eyes fixate on Buffy Summers taking down yet another vampire villain.

"Oh come on Kara! You've never cared to share before."

"Well that was before you and Veronica started dating again."

"We're not dating," Lena's quick to shut down and Kara remains silent, grabbing another potsticker, chewing silently, avoiding the questioning gaze from her roommate. The episode ends and Kara tries to find her out of the awkward situation. "You know what, I just remembered that I promised J'onn a storyboard by morning. I'm going to head over to Alex's and get that knocked out," Kara says standing and already disposing of her food.

"Kara," Lena starts but before she can continue there's a buzz at the intercom and it's the doorman letting her know there's a Miss Sinclair for her. Kara capitalizes on the moment and quickly grabs her things and rushes out before Lena can say anything else.

"Kara, not that I don't mind you spending the night but is there a reason why you're not living it up in your comfy home and instead camped out on our couch?"

"You didn't have an issue with this before," Kara yawns the next morning.

"Well that was before Maggie and I were -"

Kara perks up, "Before you and Maggie were what..." Alex looks guilty as she silently berates herself for her slip up. "Alexandra."

"Ugh, she's going to hate me. We were going to tell you when Mom visited next week but, I'M ENGAGED!" She squeals showing off her ring finger.

Kara smiles and jumps on top of the sofa with excitement. "Oh my god! You're engaged! Alex! ALEX YOU'RE ENGAGED!" The Danvers girls celebrate the news the only way they know how, with a good old fashioned dance break which is quickly interrupted when Maggie walks in from her morning run.

"Alex!" Maggie says already aware of what's happened given the state she finds the girls in.

"I couldn't help it!" but Maggie isn't mad, her dimples setting in as she pulls her fiancé in for a kiss and joins in on the dance break.

Veronica Sinclair struts onto set on a rainy Monday morning and the weather wasn't the only thing being intolerable that day as a grump Kara finds herself running late to set.

"Kara, so glad you could join us," J'onn announces calling attention to the writer.

Kara quickly apologizes and takes her seat with the other writers and Lena eyes her suspiciously and Kara just gives her an unreadable expression.

"Now that we're all here..." J'onn says clearing his throat. "Let's get started."'

Lena and Veronica clad in fancy dresses topped with masquerade masks get to their marks and await their director's call. J'onn calls quiet on set, followed by a booming action and the two are off.

"What do you think you're doing?" Lena says as Morgana.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Veronica as Roulette replies, her voice dripping with something sultry. "Isn't this what you wanted by inviting me?" Veronica asks again practically cornering the other girl against a brick wall.

"That isn't...This isn't what I -" Morgana stutters, eyes flitting to Roulette's lips.

"Darling, why are you still talking?"

Something shifts in the scene and suddenly Roulette is pulling Morgana in for a bruising kiss and Kara scoffs at the actors' ad-lib making J'onn call for a cut and Alex quickly shoots her sister a glare that goes unanswered.

"That wasn't the line," Kara says, directed towards J'onn.

"I liked it. Lets reset and go again, keep the line please Miss Sinclair," J'onn says and then Kara's witnessing the scene all over again, much to her dismay. When J'onn calls cut she’s out of her seat and making her way towards craft services, grabbing a handful of Twizzlers and heading to her office. Once in the safety of her office, she quickly opens her email, responds to Eliza and loses herself in some freeform writing. It isn't until a light knock on her door that Kara realizes it's almost been two hours since she first arrived and it’s making her way inside, a handful of Twizzlers in hand.

"You missed the last scene," Alex says taking a seat on Kara's couch while tossing her sister a Twizzler.

"I'm sure they got along just fine without me," Kara replies, head still buried in her laptop.

"That's not the point Kara, what's going on with you?"

"Nothing's going on with me."

"Kara, just two weeks ago you were singing at the bar, completely carefree and now you're just...You're really freaking moody."

"I'm getting my period."

"Liar, you had it last week."

"Alex."

"Kara," the older sister challenges. "You know if I didn't know any better I'd say you weren't a fan of Veronica."

"What makes you say that," Kara replies through clenched teeth.

"I don't know, maybe the way your eyes roll every time you her her name...Or the way Lena practically throws herself at - oh holy fuck, you like Lena!"

Kara stutters, "What? That's ridiculous. I don't like Lena. I mean I like her, like as a friend, but not like like her."

"Dude, you totally do!"

"I do not!"

"You do too! Swear on pizza and potstickers that you don't like her!"

Kara's furious but she can't find it in her to do it and her face goes from a state of frustration to a state of realization. "Holy shit, you had no idea."

Silence.

“Kara?"

"I like her?"

"Yes..." Alex nods treading carefully, taking a bite of her Twizzler.

"I like her."

Alex stares.

"Oh my god, Alex. I like Lena."

#supercorp #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #lena luthor #kara x lena #kara danvers x lena luthor #supercorp is endgame #you know why fic #supercorp ao3 #ao3

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11. Love Drunk

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The sun slowly set behind the buildings in Konoha, bathing everything in a warm glow. Kakashi strolled the streets, hands in his pockets and a tired look in his eyes. He just wanted to go home and spend the night in bed with a good book, but then again, these days when did he not? He felt as if he scarcely had the energy to do anything other than work and even then, his energy was quickly draining.

His heart ached as he passed Kaminoki, the “closed” sign hanging from the window. He peered inside anyways, at all the shelves and the scrolls on the walls and the bare counter, thinking of the days when he’d visit frequently. Now he barely stepped foot inside. The longer he peered, the more his mind began to wander until he envisioned daylight filtering through the room, customers wandering about, and a gangly ninja restocking shelves. Time had passed far quicker than he ever imagined it could. He still couldn’t shake the image of Rei, his childhood friend, now a strong and capable member of the ANBU. The look on her face when she laid in his lap, blood seeping out of her wounds. And if I have to die, at least I’ll die nobly. I’ll die proud. I’ll die a ninja.

He must have stood there daydreaming for far longer than he thought, for when he turned around the sky had turned completely dark and the streetlights overhead flickered. He didn’t want to think about her anymore. He didn’t want to see her, feel her, bother with her. It was far too painful. She was a very small detail of a part of his life that had long since died. There was no use robbing graves of their bones.

As he headed back to his apartment, his eyes landed upon a lowly lounge with a small sign propped up outside on an easel advertising a deal on sake. He paused a moment, staring at the minimalist entry, contemplating. He really wasn’t much of a drinker but at this point, he wasn’t sure he cared. He was tired and there was nothing else to do and alcohol would at least take the edge off. He kicked at the ground, sighed, and slowly walked inside.

The place wasn’t too packed, except for a couple groups of young shinobi and drifters seated at tables against the far wall. He didn’t pay much attention to them, sliding onto a barstool and ordering himself a drink. Smooth jazz played in the background. The bartender slid him his drink and stopped to watch him a moment. Perhaps he was wondering if the ninja would take his mask off for his sake. Kakashi swirled the liquid around, watching it slosh against the sides of its container, and rested his chin in his hands.

“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this all alone, huh?” the bartender asked, slapping his bar towel over his shoulder and leaning forward.

Kakashi chuckled softly and shook his head. “Just decided to wander in for a minute” he replied.

“Well, take your time. Feel free to stay as long as you’d like, but we close at 2” the bartender said.

“That’s alright” Kakashi said quietly. “I don’t plan on staying that long.” The bartender nodded and returned to cleaning the rest of the dirty glasses. The light directly above his head flickered, a fly whizzing around under the glass lampshade. Kakashi looked down at his reflection in the sake, staring at his eye and his headband and his hair and his mask. His mind wandered from one thing to the other with no real pattern or purpose. What was he doing? Why did he even decide to step foot in a place like this? It was so unlike him. But then again, he was so unlike himself. It wasn’t until Rei came along, reunited after so many years, that he realized how unfamiliar he was to himself compared to who he once was. But maybe that was just life. Maybe it was human nature to grow cynical and detached as you got older. After all, wonder and light only last for so long before cruel reality snuffs them out. There was no such thing as happiness in adulthood.

Sighing, Kakashi reached up to pull down his mask and take a swig of his drink but was immediately interrupted by a shriek at the other end of the room. Startled, he spilled his drink into his lap with widened eyes.

“Who do you think you’re calling an idiot?!” a voice drunkenly shouted. A chill ran down Kakashi’s spine. He knew that voice. No, this could not be happening. Maybe if he just ignored it, it would go away.

“There’s only one idiot in this room” another voice, a man, slurred back in response.

“Yeah, and who would that be?” the first person replied, pinning her hands to her hips and eyeing the man.

“You!” the man shouted, bursting out into maniacal laughter. The first person huffed, shoulders dropping, before groaning and screeching a battle cry.

“You elitist—” she began, slamming him with a barrage of curse words and insults that dare not to be repeated. “You take everything back or else you’ll feel my—hic—wrath!”

“Your wrath?” the man laughed, sloshing his drink around in his hand. “Is that a threat?”

The young woman climbed across the table, sticking her face real close and staring at him with narrowed eyes. “That’s a promise” she snarled. The man stared at her for a moment before bursting out into hysterical laughter, banging his fist on the table.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry, you know that?” he replied, cupping her cheek with his hand and pulling her close so that his breath, ripe with the stink of alcohol, was hot against her lips. “What’s the worst you can do to me? You’re, what? 150? 155?”

Clenching her jaw, the young woman growled and prepared to throw the first punch until— “Alright, you two, let’s just try to calm down” a voice interrupted. The young woman looked up to find the blurry figure of a man, tall with white hair and a mask covering most of his face. Kakashi really didn’t want to get involved, but he had no choice now. The woman blinked at him, her bangs covering one eye, before glaring.

“And what do you want?” she asked drunkenly, poking him in the chest. “What’s a guy like you doing stepping into a fight like this?”

Her date gripped her chin and forced him to look at her. “You know this guy?” he asked angrily.

Kakashi raised his hands in surrender. “Now, listen, I’m not here to cause any trouble.” He knew he shouldn’t have stepped in. The woman ignored his words.

“This guy! Oh yeah, I know all about this guy” she said, breaking free of the man’s grasp. She crawled back across the table and slumped down into her seat, taking another swig of her drink. “I’ve known this guy for years and he doesn’t even so much as send me a get well card! I was in the hospital for, like, three million days and he didn’t even do nothing! I thought him and I were friends! But nooooo, he has to go and start…ignoring me like he’s better than me!” she explained, stumbling over her words. Then, turning back to Kakashi, she added with a waving point of her finger, “Well, guess what? I’m just as good as you, Mr. Hatake! So good, in fact, that I got elected to AN—”

Kakashi leapt forward and cupped his hand over her mouth before she could finish. ANBU was a secretive organization, and he didn’t need her drunk ass running around announcing her membership to the whole world. A sudden, terrible thought then crossed his mind: how many drunken nights had she spent so far revealing her affiliation? He wondered if the village council knew what she was doing, if they feared this would happen from the start.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” the man asked, standing up. “Don’t you put your hands on her!” he shouted in accusation. The young woman struggled in his grip. Kakashi rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“And what are you to her?” he asked. The man blinked a few times. Kakashi narrowed his eyes. “Do you even know her name?” Again, the man remained silent. “Just as I suspected.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you to her! Why should I let you put your hands on her like that?” the man asked, getting up in Kakashi’s face. The young woman grunted and broke free of his grip.

“Hey, both of you! Shut up!” she shouted, plopping back down in her seat and crossing her arms. “Listen here, Kakashi, I don’t need you s-swoopin’ in and making a mess of my perfectly pff-pff-pleasant night, understand? I’m a big girl now! I can handle things myself!”

Kakashi sighed and stepped down from the fight. She was right. Why was he even interjecting himself into her business anyway? It was as if his body acted on its own accord. “You’re right. I’m sorry to have interrupted” he replied quietly. As he turned back to his place at the bar, however, he leaned over and murmured to the man, “By the way, she does in fact have a name and it’s Rei.” The man blinked a few times, as if the information was presented in an effort to insult his intelligence. Rei’s eyes widened, watching Kakashi depart. The copy ninja slid some money across the bar and slipped outside without another word. Rei fell back into her seat and huffed, her bangs flying upward.

“Who even was that guy? An ex-boyfriend?” the man asked. Rei rolled her eyes.

“It would take me all night to explain who Kakashi is” she slurred.

The moment he stepped outside, Kakashi stopped and questioned whether he really should’ve left her alone. But she was right, she was a big girl now. She could handle herself. She was an ANBU for Christ’s sake. She didn’t need him protecting her anymore. Not that he did a stellar job of that anyways. He looked up at the moon and the clouds overhead. He sighed and leaned back against the wall of the building. Something in his chest told him to go back inside, to rescue her anyways, but he refused. Was he really the kind of person that just abandoned his principles like that? He hoped not.

Again, however, Rei became unavoidable. Just as Kakashi was finally ready to walk home, there was the crash of breaking glass inside the bar and shrieks of panic and shock. Kakashi immediately entered danger mode, bursting back inside to find Rei swaying to and fro with a chair high above her head. The man she was with was on the ground, his nose bleeding.

“How dare you try to cop a feel, you pig!” she shouted, trying to swing the chair down to strike him. The other guests rushed to the other end of the bar, some even exiting.

“Hey, none of that! Not in my establishment!” the bartender shouted. “If you wanna fight, you take things outside!”

Of course she was starting a riot. Kakashi sighed, rubbed his temples, and swooped in to fight. In a matter of seconds, he had Rei captured. “You know, I’m actually pretty disappointed in you” he murmured as she struggled in his grip. “I thought you knew better than to start wars with other people.”

“Kakashi, get off me r-right now!” she shouted. The rest of the guests in the bar watched in awe as he tied her up with his own chakra and swung her over his shoulder squirming.

“Sorry about the chaos” he apologized to the bartender. “I’ll pay for the damages.”

“It’s quite alright” the bartender replied tiredly. “Just get her out of here.” Kakashi nodded, slipping through the exit.

Once outside, he dropped her down onto the ground and released her. A part of him expected her to run but she didn’t. She just glared up at him like a teenager caught smoking behind the bleachers. “Where do you get off trying to save me like that?”

“Just doing my good deed for the day is all” Kakashi replied with a smile. Rei rolled her eyes, forcing herself up off the ground.

“Listen, Hatake, I told you before a-and I’ll say it again: I don’t need you swooping in and s-saving me all the time” she complained.

Kakashi nodded, his hands on his hips. “Alrighty then, so I’m guessing you can find your way home yourself.” And with that, he began to walk away.

Rei watched him drunkenly, rolling her eyes as she started off in the opposite direction. She felt like the entire earth was rocking beneath her feet. Everything was blurry and slow.

This was insane. What was he doing? Kakashi did the math in his head, trying to figure out how enough time could’ve possibly passed for her to be drinking in the first place. He hated how awkward he felt around her now, a ghost from his past progressing through a life of her own. Again, something inside his chest tugged. He peered over his shoulder to look back at her, stumbling down the street. Was she really coherent enough to walk home on her own? He thought of the sketchy people that wandered the streets late at night, and what they would do to a girl in her state. He watched for a moment longer as she cupped her hand over her mouth, stumbled toward a bush, and vomited violently. And then her eyes grew heavy and she fell against the wall, sliding toward the ground. He was by her side in a flash, shaking his head before hoisting her up onto his back and carrying her home.

She rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Sweat beaded on her brow and upper lip and he prayed she wouldn’t throw up on him. And then she sighed, and began mumbling trying to get his attention, “Hey…’Kashi…?” she asked. He indicated that he was listening. “Guess what…?”

“What?”

“Someday…I’m gonna be a suuuupppeerrrrr strong ninjaaaaaa….and there’s nothing youuuuu can do about iiiiitttt” she muttered in sing-song, her one arm falling down across his chest. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You think so?” he asked. She nodded. “Well, I’d hate to burst your bubble, but I think it’s important to let you know that you’re already a ninja, Rei.”

The kunoichi laughed tiredly, replying “Seeeeee??? I told youuuu…easy peeeeaassssyyy..” Despite the utter nonsense that she continued to ramble about, he couldn’t help but begin thinking. He had been absent from her life for so long, and she had changed so much. There were so many things he didn’t know about her now: how her training went, who her friends were, if her parents and grandmother were doing alright, if she ever had a first date, a first boyfriend, a first kiss. He didn’t even know where she lived, which proved perhaps the most imminent piece of necessary information. He turned to ask her but by then, she was completely passed out and he didn’t dare wake her up. She probably couldn’t even remember her address, anyway. He wasn’t sure whether he really wanted to do this, but it seemed he had no choice. He walked slowly toward the dormitories where ninja otherwise homeless lived, trudged up the stairs, and unlocked the door to his apartment.

Kakashi’s place was small, just a single room with a communal bathroom down the hall and a kitchen on the lower levels. It wasn’t perfect, but for a single man who was barely even home, it was good enough. He pried Rei off of his back and laid her down on the bed, dragging the trash can beside her in case she needed to vomit again. And then, like a child, he tucked her in and got himself situated on the floor.

He closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly, but to no avail. Every little sound, every creak of the floor and slam of a door, had him on edge. And all he could think about was how Rei was asleep in his bed. This was absolutely crazy. His head was spinning with all of these thoughts of when they were kids, of how close they were, of how he felt about her and then of their years of distance, of her heartbreak, and now her strength and accomplishment. He could hear her shallow breathing, her sighing, the creaking of the mattress as she rolled over. His heart raced.

No matter what he tried, he kept tossing and turning unable to get her out of his head. He sat up and squinted at the clock. 3:24am. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes drifting over to Rei fast asleep. For a moment, he didn’t even recognize her. God, how had she grown up so fast? How had the time already passed so quickly? He had been absent for so much of it. He thought of what could’ve been—coming home to her waiting for him, showing her everything he had learned, telling her about all the missions he had gone on, training with her and competing with her to be the best that they could be. His stomach churned. She murmured something in her sleep and he crept closer to make sure she was alright. Her brows furrowed as if she was having a nightmare and he was almost tempted to try and comfort her back to peace. His hands grew unsteady being this close to her in the quiet and the darkness. Something strange and uncomfortable began to form in the pit of his chest, almost familiar feelings from a hazy childhood dream. He willed them away but was unsuccessful—they wouldn’t budge. He was stuck with them now. He laid back down and tried to comprehend it, figure out what exactly it was, but was unsuccessful. All he knew for certain was that she was here and it was his fault and he was terrified and unsure and that there was no way around it now: she was back in his life and unavoidable.

Did he even want her in his life again? He wasn’t sure. Did she even want him back in her life? Again, not sure. But somehow fate and the hokage and skill and talent had all shoved them back together. What did this mean for them? Were they supposed to try and rekindle what they once had? Kakashi didn’t think he could do it. He couldn’t stand to let anyone else close again. He couldn’t stand to lose anyone else. So then why the hell did he even do this? He couldn’t find a definitive answer. This was so unlike him, or was it just like him? The ponderings on his own identity crept back. It was as if his body had acted on its own accord, walking after her and scooping her up and bringing her back home. He couldn’t comprehend it. This was simultaneously the best and worst decision he could’ve possibly made.

Come morning, Rei groaned awake, her head pounding and her vision blurry. What even happened last night? She scanned the room, something feeling off. It took all of two seconds for it to hit her: she was in someone else’s apartment. Her mind immediately jumped to the worst case scenario, looking for clues as to who might’ve kidnapped her and reaching down to make sure her underwear was still on. She knew she never should’ve gone out drinking in the first place. God, the hokage would be so pissed. She slowly propped herself up on her elbows, rubbed her eyes, looked around. There was a chest in the corner, a desk against the other wall. A tall bookshelf loomed overhead. Behind her sat an alarm clock and a framed photograph.

Rei was the only person in the room, meaning she could just as easily sneak out without anyone trying to stop her. It was her only hope. She did not want to confront the situation. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, stood up unbalanced, forced the window open, tried to slip outside. She would’ve managed it, too, had she not been hungover. Instead, her head was spinning and her stomach was upside down and it was so bright outside and holy shit, wait a second, was this her apartment building? And then, just as she had one foot out the window, the door creaked open. Her captor had returned. A wave of terror rushed over her as she grabbed a kunai from the nightstand and launched it at the door, hoping to maybe blind her kidnapper. Unfortunately, she still couldn’t see straight and her aim was off and this guy was skilled enough to catch the knife mid-air anyway.

“I thought we did our killing after breakfast” he commented, tossing the kunai onto his desk. He had a tray of food in one hand, approaching slowly. He eyed her up and down for a moment and then cocked a brow, adding, “A little ambitious for a hangover, aren’t we?” Rei suddenly realized she was still straddling the windowsill, and not only that but her pants were off in front of none other than Kakashi Hatake. She swung her leg back over the edge and took a seat on the bed, gathering the blanket around her waist to cover herself.

“Alright, Kakashi, cut the crap. What kind of sick joke is this? What’s going on, and where am I? And for the love of all that is holy, where the hell are my pants?” she asked. Kakashi set the tray down beside her and took a seat. He looked at her a moment before sucking in a deep breath and explaining everything that had happened the night before, or at least what he was aware of. The more he spoke, the more Rei felt as if she was going to implode upon herself. Now she really knew she never should’ve gone out drinking. All she wanted was to loosen up and relax after a long day but instead she just ended up with even more problems.

Once Kakashi had finished his explanation, Rei nodded slowly, unsure of what else to say. She eyed an orange on the tray, unsure if this food was for just Kakashi or if he intended to share. He pushed the tray closer to her in a silent answer. She nodded once and began peeling the orange slowly, really digging her fingers into it. It was the only thing she knew to do to suppress her current discomfort and anxiety. Kakashi tried not to stare at her for fear of making her even more uncomfortable than she clearly already was. This was such a mistake, but then again, wouldn’t it have been worse leaving her to fend for herself? Putting her at risk of waking up in the bed of an unkind stranger, if she even woke up at all? A shiver ran down his spine. Their hazy pasts loomed over their heads.

Before anything more could be thought or said, there was a knock at the door. Kakashi’s eyes widened. Shit. How could he have forgotten? Rei looked to him frantically but before she could say anything, he was urging her under the bed. She didn’t know what was going on but her heart was pounding and she was terrified of who may be stopping by this early in the morning. Kakashi looked at her apologetically before rising and answering the door.

“Kakashi! There you are. For a moment I thought maybe you were sleeping in” a deep voice answered. Was that…? No, it couldn’t be, could it?

“No, just getting ready to head out, actually” Kakashi replied.

“Well, good because if you haven’t forgotten, today is the day I beat you” the man replied. Rei scooted toward the edge of the bed for a better look. All she could see past the door, however, was a thumbs up from their mystery guest.

“Oh? Was that this morning?” Kakashi asked. The man nodded. “I completely forgot” the copy ninja feigned ignorance. “Guy, do you think we could do this another day?” Just as Rei suspected. She knew that voice and aggravating enthusiasm anywhere.

“What’s the matter, Kakashi? You afraid you won’t measure up to me?” Guy offered, flashing a grin.

“I suppose you could say that” Kakashi replied after a moment of silence. “Listen, today isn’t exactly the best day to do this. I kind of have to be somewhere.”

“Oh?” Guy asked. There was something suspicious going on here, he could just smell it. He peered into the room, eyes landing on the tray of food. Guy had never actually seen Kakashi eat, so that was questionable enough. But then his eyes wandered and landed on a pair of pants on the floor, far too small to possibly be Kakashi’s. A sly grin spread across Guy’s face. Kakashi followed his eyes slowly to the garment, a surge of panic coursing through him. “Say no more, my friend! I know exactly what’s going on here” Guy then said.

“W-what?” Kakashi stammered. “Wait a second, no, this isn’t what it looks like.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me! I understand, a man has needs” Guy continued, slapping his hand to Kakashi’s shoulder proudly. “There’s no shame in indulging a little bit from time to time! I knew this day would come eventually, anyway. Those books of yours can only really do so much to satisfy a man’s needs.”

By now, Kakashi’s face was turning bright red underneath his mask. This was not the route he wanted things go down this morning but now his mind couldn’t stop. Vivid scenes from those Makeout Paradise books began flashing through his head, superimposed with Rei in the role of the female lead. The entire scene played out in his head, Rei falling to her knees, her breasts spilling out of her shirt, pleading with him, “I’m losing you and in doing so, I am lost!” By the time his mind reached the dirtiest of places, he knew this needed to end.

“Well, I’ll see you later, Guy! Let me know how that new team of yours works out! I’ll talk to you later, bye!” Kakashi rambled, shoving the man further into the hallway and slamming the door. The minute he was gone, Kakashi sunk onto the bed and rested his forehead in his hand with a sigh.

“Jeez, didn’t know you and Guy still kept in touch” Rei suddenly said, peeking her head out from under the bed. Kakashi startled, his face burning. He didn’t think he could look at her now. Not after those insane Makeout Paradise visions. She inched her way out from under the bed completely, sitting up with her back against the bed, and smoothed her hair down. “So, uh, what’s that important thing you need to go do today?” she asked after a moment of silence.

“Important thing?” he asked, confused. Then, nodding, he replied, “Oh, I don’t actually have anything particularly important to do today. I only said that so Guy wouldn’t try to challenge me again.”

Rei nodded slowly, understanding. He and Guy always did have a bit of a rivalry, even if it was fabricated. She remembered when they were young, and Guy was so desperate to prove he was good enough. Apparently some things really never do change. After a few more awkward moments of silence, Rei glanced to the clock on the bookshelf. Almost 9am.

“Well, I guess I better start heading home. Wouldn’t want you to be stuck with my hungover ass all day” she commented, forcing herself up. Her balance was still off, however, and Kakashi rushed to her side to steady her.

“Are you sure?” he asked, but she nodded, assuring him she’d be fine. “Can you make it back alright yourself?” he asked. He didn’t know how far away she lived, but he didn’t particularly want her stumbling down the streets and puking in trash cans all over the village.

“Kakashi, I promise, I’ll be fine” she insisted. “I’m a big girl now, I can handle things myself.” Kakashi’s mind flickered back to the night before, when she said that very same thing to him at the bar. He wondered how often she had to say that, or if she’s just had it rehearsed in the event of this very particular set of circumstances.

“At least let me walk you to the door” he urged as she slipped her pants back on. Though it was unnecessary, she couldn’t say no to him a third time. She stood back up and together they exited his apartment, but he paused a moment when he noticed her walking down the hall in the complete opposite direction of the stairs. Maybe she was too hungover still to fully understand the direction of things, but then she pulled out a key and unlocked a door down the hall. His jaw dropped, watching with wide, confused eyes as she bid him goodbye and slipped inside.

So she lived a few doors down, and was part of ANBU now. As Kakashi entered back into his own apartment, he pressed his forehead against the wall and sighed. It was official. He was done for. Now she was really unavoidable.

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The Art of Being Right

My first try in one shots. Of course, it had to be an extra rare pair, otherwise it would be too easy.

It started out as work. An incredibly rich lawyer who had decided to buy a large villa on a quiet private beach. The man apparently had high standards and was picky about everything. So Nekomata had announced, one sleepy Monday morning, that Tetsurou, as the most experienced, would take on the project. His job ? To make the villa perfect for the client. True, being an interior designer was more art than anything but still, the man had to be happy with the result. There had been hints about unbelievably large amounts of money being involved and Tetsurou was proud to be chosen. Even if the job looked more complicated with every passing day.

- All I’m saying is, it needs to create an experience. It’s your home, you need to feel completely relaxed and at ease in it. – The client’s face pinched a little. He looked like Tetsurou had suggested some new and completely innovative idea, and not that he doesn’t buy the terrible couch he’d picked from the catalog.

- But it is a couch and it looks comfortable. What more do I need it to do ? – He couldn’t be serious. Tetsurou waited. He was serious. Damn. Bokuto would tease him to no end if he saw this. Nobody was that…literal.

- Yes, but… - The man blinked and tilted his head in genuine confusion. Now he knew why Nekomata had been so particular with who took the client. It was ridiculous. – Okay, scenario. You come back on a Friday night with… - He glanced at the man’s hands. – a hot babe you picked in a club, okay ? And she’s totally into you. A real lady, classy, but really, really wants to get horizontal, right now. You feel me ?

The next few seconds were the longest in his life. The client was not giving any signs he was “feeling” Tetsurou and if he cost the company all the zeroes in the commission, they wouldn’t even find his body. And it would not be Nekomata. He personally suspected Yaku, though Fukunaga sometimes gave off weird vibes. Trying a little harder, he flashed his more playful grin, just to show he wasn’t serious. And then…

- I’m gay. – Oh. That’s what the whole silence had been about ? That was…strangely refreshing. – So there would be no women coming here to impress.

- Okay, new scenario. – Since he didn’t appear insulted by Tetsurou’s forwardness, he tried again. – Friday night, you come back with some handsome young stud. You know, a nice college boy. And he walks in, laughing a little because he wants to impress this well-dressed handsome man, and then he sees this. This…thing. – Another silence. Why couldn’t the client react a little more obviously ? Tetsurou couldn’t read him to save his life.

- It’s a couch.

- It’s mint green.

- Nobody would be looking at it. They would be sitting on it.

- It’s mint green. In a warm living room of natural colours. It will stick out like a sore thumb even if it wasn’t covered with that pattern. I think those flowers went out of fashion the last century.

- But flowers are natural and so it mint.

- That… - He was laughing at him. Tetsurou’s mouth hung open. It was in the tiny details, in the eyes and the tight lips, like the client was trying hard not to straight up burst into laugher. He was being teased. By the man people in the field had labeled “iceberg” and “completely unapproachable”. That man was trying to see how far Tetsurou would go. The same man was trying out Tetsurou’s buttons. – That was good. I admit it.

- I have no idea what you mean. And there would be no random Friday flings.

- Oh ? – Maybe the guy was simply not married, though a partner would had probably been mentioned at some point during the designing process.

- It’s not my kind of life. – That made a little more sense. A little, because he was young and had the kind of sharp, clean handsomeness one couldn’t find often at their age. Also, he could coordinate a three piece suit, tie and shoes like nobody’s business. Tetsurou was impressed. Though the problem remained. – But, you’re the professional. What would you recommend ?

- Well, this one right here, - He flipped through the thick catalog, looking for the photo he remembered seeing. – this will fit the overall look of the room while still being comfortable enough.

The other man leaned in and, whoa, that was a good cologne. Sniffing clients never made a good impression, Tetsurou knew from experience, but this was taking it to the next level. He just wanted to bury his nose in…

- I guess I will have to trust you on some things. It’s your job, after all, and Nekomata made it clear you are the best. Okay. I agree.

That had been about two seconds away from turning into the embarrassment of the year. Smiling a little, Tetsurou pulled back and cocked his head.

- Yep. And your mystery guests will love it. Now, let’s look at the coffee tables, shall we ?

It was completely normal, Tetsurou reasoned. They had spent so long together in that house that it was normal for the client to invite him to dinner to celebrate the final state of the process. Tetsurou had spent three entire days going over the place with a microscope, looking for non-existent flaws and issues. Everything was perfect. He’d made sure of it. The house was minimalistic, which had been the first requirement, but warm, with wood and potted plants to break the scene and make it not look desolate and impersonal. He’d left some shelves wrong because the client had mentioned some high school trophies and photos he wanted to put there on display.

And now, after the last check up on the cleaning crew’s work, he was torn between which jacket to put on. It was definitely going to be more formal than a shirt with jeans, but would he need a tie ? True, he knew he looked good in everything, but style was obviously important for the client and he wanted to at least try to do his best.

An hour and a half later, he was glad he’d picked correctly. The client was without a tie but still looking like he’d walked straight of a magazine, and Tetsurou knew he matched. The restaurant was as high-end as he’d expected but the company was definitely a surprise.

- And that’s why I signed for a double major in interior design and microbiology. I mean, it allowed me to do what I knew I needed for my job but still enjoy studying science stuff. It’s so cool, you know ?

The solemn nod he received was a surprise, too.

- I did classes on the side of my law degree. Astronomy. – He had done what ? His disbelief must have shown on his face because the other man laughed softly. Wait, where had this come from ? It had been such a soft sound that he was entranced. – Did it all for a crush that went nowhere.

- This sounds like there is a story behind it. – He wasn’t trying to dig, oh well, who was he kidding, of course he was, but the man didn’t seem as closed off and distant as he had been in the beginning of the project so he thought he was allowed a little leeway.

- Not really. I was very…infatuated with a man I knew back in high school. He ended up in my University. He had hated me for way too long and I thought, foolishly, that if I was familiar with some of the things that interested him, I would win his affection. Childish, I know, but it was the first time I was around him for so long and it became important to win him. – He ended the little speech with a slight shrug. Those shoulders, though. Tetsurou was weak for a strong man who knew how to handle himself.

- Did it work ? – He was honestly curious.

- Of course not. He’d hated me for a reason, because I didn’t know how to express myself in high school, and I acted…not in the correct way. Just because I was around him, it wouldn’t make him like me. Not really. But I ended up liking the science. Even if I had to drop it soon after I’d started because law school doesn’t really allow much free time. It is good, though. Interesting. Makes you think.

The atmosphere was kind of heavy, with silence blanketing the table, so Tetsurou felt like he needed to return the favour.

- I thought I was in love with my best friend’s boyfriend. Back in school. – The other man raised his eyebrows. Oh, so that got his attention. – I thought I was being discreet, that nobody could tell. It was agonizing, how much I valued my friend and how pretty his boyfriend was. He was pretty, hell, he still is.

- So what happened ? – He wasn’t the only one willing to prod.

- In our first year in Uni, Akaashi comes to visit since he’s a year younger. And they have this fight or something, I can’t remember. My friend goes to cool down and pout in someone else’s flat, his boyfriend stays with me and I am just there, by the kitchen counter, pretending I don’t exist. Because usually, I’d make a joke about it, but they were serious this time. It didn’t seem appropriate.

- And you had the ability to recognise “appropriate” ? – The audacity. The man picked the worst moments to show he knew how to tease. Tetsurou was feeling a bit overwhelmed.

- Hey ! I have tact. And I had some small seed of it even then. Do you want to hear or not ?

- Please, - A royal wave of hand. – continue.

- So, it’s just me and Akaashi, and I am begging for the floor to open and swallow me up. Because couples fight, but not your best friends, who have been dating for years, you know. And then Akaashi comes to me, presses me to the counter, and he’s tall, but he’s shorter than me and it doesn’t mean anything because he’s staring straight into my eyes and I am freaking out. And then he says something. I still have no idea what, and kisses me. Right there. I think I had a heart attack, died, and was then kicked back down because people who kiss their best friends’ boyfriends have no place in heaven.

So, he kisses me, presses more, I remember saying something, and then he pulls back and has this expression, like a teacher that is so done with the class acting stupid he’s about to pull out some tests and make them keep quiet. And then he says “See ? Nothing. Now, help me find our best friend before he eats everything in Konoha’s fridge. I am not buying him food again”.

That’s what made me realise it really was nothing. True, he was gorgeous but I hadn’t felt anything. Not like what you’re supposed to feel when your crush for several years finally makes a move. It was weird.

- How did your friend react ?

- Oh, he just went “ Yeah, I told you, ‘kaashi. I know Kuroo, I know how he looks when he’s in love. And he wasn’t looking at you the way he looks at food, so I knew we were cool.”

- I have to say, this sounds…

- Go on. – Tetsurou rubbed his face. – Laugh. I know you want to. – But he only smiled a little. And lifted his glass.

- Cheers. For high school crushes that made us the people we are now. – If that wasn’t the cheesiest toast he’d ever heard, Tetsurou didn’t know what was. But he touched his own glass to his and sipped his wine.

- You know that was terrible, right ? – The one-sided smile he got was the only warning.

- And you know your story sounded worse than a romantic comedy, right ? – Well, he was good. Tetsurou would admit it.

- Cheers for that.

Why had he agreed to that, again ? The official end of the project was tomorrow, he had no reason to take his client to the house in the middle of the night just because said client had expressed interest. Flinging the door open with a flair, he turned to the man behind him, expecting…well, something. But his eyes were not on the room.

The door was shut carefully, the key clicking in the lock. And then the client stepped towards Tetsurou. Slowly. His eyes were completely clear and too serious for the situation. Had he missed some part of the story ?

- It’s Friday. – What ? Tetsurou knew it was, that’s why he’d agreed so easily, because it had been a quiet day and he’d had no plans for the evening.

- Yes…?

- And I have a handsome young stud in my house. So, - He got even closer, until only a couple of centimetres separated their lips. – what do you think about the couch ? – There was something there, something he was supposed to be remembering, but he couldn’t think. Because the man’s drugging scent was going to his head faster than any alcohol and he really, really wanted to taste the skin on his neck, right above the collar of his shirt. It framed it so beautifully that he wanted to mess it up completely. Or, better yet, take it all off.

- What couch ? – In the dark, he could barely make the smirk on the other man’s face.

- Exactly.

Waking up next to a man was not something new. Waking up next to a client, in the house he had been working on, on the day when it was supposed to be completed, on the other hand…That was a first. He turned slowly to look at the other man and met a calm dark gaze.

- Hey.

- Good morning. – What was the protocol for this ? He definitely hadn’t seen it in the Employee Handbook.

- Good morning to you, too. You want coffee ? – Tetsurou nodded. – And I think one of the good cafes in the area delivers breakfast, even on Saturday mornings. If you’d like, of course.

- Sure… - He didn’t mean to drag it out, but the other man took it the wrong way.

- You can use my mane, you know. It’s okay.

- Sure, Wakatoshi.

- And, I told you, nobody would notice the couch.

- Hey, wait a minute…!

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