#also found out today someone already came up w it before me i uh thought i was being original
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You have other requests and I understand, but, first of all, lemme give you a hug ŕťę°ŕžŕ˝˛Â´ Ë ` ęąŕžŕ˝˛á
Second of all, since my birthday is today...So uh, Kazutora with an s/o who is stoic, has eyebags, is poor, is a year older than him (also goes to a different school and is part of another gang, a high command(?) )
S/O was also sexually abused (if this part makes you uncomfortable you can skip it)
S/O also ended up in jail, 10 years, just like Kazutora himself (its just Kazutora went first and a month later, s/o did)
S/O is someone blunt, has a grounded self despite her issues, she knows how to keep things in order ~s/o is often saving Kazutora from killing himself from doing stupidities~
(If you need height, s/o is 1.50 and if you add adult timeline headcannons, you can tell they already have established relationship)
First of all, happy birthday!! Secondly, thank you so much for requesting! Thirdly, HUGG<3
A newly formed gang, Valhala, definitely would need a support from other gang before they would pull themselves up. So Valhala and your gang formed a deal and that's when you met Kazutora Hanemiya.
When he first looked at you, he immediately thought that you weren't mentally stable. Eyebags, bit skinny, poor hygiene and etc.
Because of the deal, you both had to get closer but I guess it turned into more than a deal.
Kazutora became part of your daily routine and a person you trusted the most. He became someone you relied on and before you knew it, this turned into romantic feelings.
Kazutora would always walk you to home, school, shops and literally anywhere you were going to.
He was always jealous type tho. He disliked every single one of your guy friends and always would whisk you away from them.
Kazutora offered to burn cars for your birthday, he has never gotten more "wtf is wrong with you" look from you before. Then he explained that's what he did for his 11th birthday.
Whereas you enjoy breaking people's bones more, Kazutora enjoys peeling people's nails off.
Kazutora would call you "pretty" "beautiful" "gorgeous" as petnames not gonna lie.
The relationship between you two tho...Let's say it's the true definition of toxic relationship. Since both of you are unstable, it's just very hard to offer each other comfort. The lack of communication also messes it up, and Kazutora's trust issues and fear of abandonment doesn't help either.
You aren't comfortable with intimacy at all because of the past experiences and trauma. Kazutora is pretty understanding about that. Not like he wants intimacy that early as well.
But when he found out the bigger reason of why you hated intimacy so much, he found your r*pist's address, peeled his nails off, broke his bones and beat him up to death. He came to your house with biggest and proudest smile.
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Kazutora: What about this. I'll take you to camping for a date. Us sharing fun stories while the fire provides warmth for us.
You: What about you to burn me instead and provide yourself with warmth?
Kazutora: Your kinks are getting out of hand,gorgeous...
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You two pretty much served so much cunt that you ended up in jail for 10 years...Now that's where you really had to stop Kazutora from ending his own life.
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I'm sorry if it's not to your liking! I'm writing this while walking in the forest w my family so, this seriously might not be goodđ
Happy birthday, again!
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ok explanation time (because who wants to do the last 2 projects i have left for the year)
so basically friday night when i wrote that first part i felt like complete and total shit about the breakup and realized i really do love them like romantically and then breaking up with me hurt like hell but at the same time all the happy moments we had had were absolutely worth the pain
so um then we texted a bit on saturday and it felt like how we texted when we were dating??? (i showed the texts to one of my friends today and they agree) the texting didn't affect the fact that i still felt kinda shit about not being their boyfriend anymore
and sunday we didn't really text but i saw a bunch of my friends and i had told 2 on friday what happened but i told another and i continued to feel like shit and it didn't help that one of the friends i told on friday was being super cute with her boyfriend (like making heart eyes at each other the whole time) and i know me and M (my maybe girlfriend) used to act like that
oh and on sunday i was also texting with another friend (who is friends w/ both me and M) and he is very good at getting you to reveal what's going on and so like i told them that i just want things to be normal between me and M but idk what that means now so he was smart and suggested that maybe i should talk to M about that
and now for today,,,, so this morning i felt uncertain, i had a bit of time before school, said hi to my friends, did a quick robotics thing, went back to my friends, and then one of my friends said they had candy so a group of us walked over to her locker (right by where M's friends hang out) to get some, and uh I made the decision to briefly say hi to M (well actually i decided to sneak up on them first) and it felt kinda normal, and like ok enough that during our free later that day i thought spending time w/ them was an ok idea
my first class is unimportant, after that i had a freeblock and so i went to the spot me and M usually go (since she has the same free as me) I was kinda hoping to talk to them then but there ended up being a ton of people around so i sat on the opposite end of the sofa as M (usually i would sit right next to them) and i got out my laptop and continued watching one of my old soccer games, and as soon as I did that M leaned over the blankets between us and was like 'is that your soccer game!!!' and so they watched the last few min of that game plus my pk save (in that game)
we also like messed around with a toy someone tossed them and i kept snaging it from them when they tossed it and then we found out a kid a grade below us is older than me so i got made fun of by M (who's older than me) and i shoved them a bit (in like a friendly way lol) and then we watched a bit of a game my team played that i missed and both of us were avoiding our english hw
at some point i got bored and decided to grab the box of legos and no one gave me any good ideas so i decided just to make a little house and once i was finished with it i showed it to them and then they gave it a front yard and then somehow that turned into like 30min of us working together to give it an all around garden and then the friend who i had been texting came and joined us and we spent another 15min the three of us giving it a pond
after that everyone besides the three of us went to lunch and then a minute after that our friend left and kinda implied to me that i should talk to M and so as they were about to head towards the door i was just kinda standing there awkwardly trying to figure out how to start the conversation i really wanted to have with them and they noticed and asked what was up...
ok um i realize this doesn't really explain anything and is very much ending on a cliff-hanger but this is already long and i need to do some of that english hw i was avoiding so i'll explain the like actually talking to each other part later
also uh i just found the perfect song???? 05410-(ă) by RADWIMPS we watch Your Name in japanese class last week and then listened to another song by RADWIMPS today so i decided to check out some random songs by them and i stumbled upon that song and it just fits how i feel so well
welp time for another one of those long rambley posts because well uh everything's fucking ending
fuckkkkkkkkkkk why does this have to hurt so bad
I tried so hard to avoid this, fuck, why am I back here
It hurts different this time but it still hurts, while i'm glad we didn't stretch this out over months fuck I was in love
oh btw i have no brain power rn so this is probably gonna be entirely incoherent and just whatever the fuck comes to my mind
so uh basically my girlfriend broke up with me and at lunch today, and like it wasn't a bad breakup and i'm really glad we talked because like i wanted to talk about how things have felt kinda off lately, and uh it turns it its because they now only have platonic feelings for me
i think like part of me knew this was coming, they broke up with their last boyfriend this time last year (because they realized they really just wanted to be friends w/ him) and this time last year is when i hit the point of no return w/ my ex and a bunch of things that happened then have happened now (soccer team disbanding partner/ex not going on the school trip)
and so like i've had the thought 'could i go back to just being friends with them' or 'should i just break up with them before they have the chance to hurt me like my ex did' spiral around in my head a bit but i never actually did because like they're amazing
but then there's the part of me the would dream of us lasting for years and was just so fucking happy w/ them and was about to tell them i loved them, i've been thinking it for months but i thought i was ready to say it to them,,, and then well,,,,
theres so many nevers now, like i never said i love you, they never came to one of my club soccer games, i never went to one of their vaulting comps, we nEVER WENT ON A DATE
fuck i wish i had gone to prom w/ them this year, skipped the soccer game that didn't end up actually happened and fucking dealt w/ the fact that my ex was there but i was too fucking scared to do either of those things
aaaaa i was trying so so so fucking hard not to let myself get hurt by a partner again, i waited a while to ask them out like i was certain i really like them and they liked me back, and then i took things very slow, we took a while to kiss, we never said i love you, i tried really really hard to test the waters and really make sure i could trust them before i fully committed my heart to them
and while i can trust them and they are an amazing person who still cares a lot about me, they still managed to hurt me because they don't love me the same way i love them, and i kinda thought they did, and maybe they did for a bit, but they don't anymore
ahahaha fuck this afternoon they added the song (redacted) by Leanna Firestone to their playlist,,,, hhhhhh,,,, just look at the lyrics,,,, it made me start crying again,,,,
ok well uh i think im gonna fall asleep sitting on my floor in the dark w/ my laptop on my lap so i guess i should probably stop here and go cry myself to sleep
if i have any time tomorrow this'll probably be expanded because uh my soccer team is also ending :D so i'm losing people i've played w/ for 5+ years and also i'm gonna have to come out to a new soccer team which is gonna just so great
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Can you write Rick and his lesbian granddaughter? Sort of like an angsty coming out?
Foshoo. I feel like this one isn't my best but I hope it's decent regardless <3
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"G-get your fucking feet off of my bench, Y/N, I don't need it growing bacteria from y-your foot fu-UNGUS" Rick exclaimed, jolting you out of your daydream.
You scoffed and took your feet down. "Whatever Rick, you're an asshole," you murmur and revert your attention back to your phone.
You didn't even know why you were hanging out in the garage with your criminally deranged grandpa, who always found a way to make jabs at you when you were only interested in helping him with his inventions and learning along the way.
You wanted to be a scientist yourself, but you never fully admitted that to Rick, who definitely would've made fun of you. Although, you know that he would've made fun of you no matter what career path you chose. It's just in his nature.
You re-opened your text messages and frowned when you noticed that your message to your best friend was still on read.
Well, maybe now a former best friend, you thought. Her name is Maria and you've been best friends since you were both little kids on a playground. She's always had your back and vice versa. But about 2 years ago, you realized that the dynamic in your friendship had shifted. Maria came out to you as bisexual one night in December, after the repetition of "Y/N, I've got to tell you something important"s that entire day. Of course you congratulated her and assured her that you would obviously be supportive of her no matter what. Especially since you were in love with her. And ironically enough, you realized this at about the same time, if not sooner.
But no one knew that you were lesbian. You'd always been "straight passing" to your family and friends, so they just assumed that you had horrific luck in the dating pool and never questioned you. Maria has seen you go on countless dates with men that were blunders and quickly became inside jokes; she was also oblivious.
Earlier today, you talked yourself into finally just doing it. Even if it meant that you would lose her, you had to tell her. Your feelings were bursting at the seems, and you thought you may actually combust if you never mustered the courage to tell her how you felt, and why you felt it.
So, you made sure that you articulated your confession to preciseness, and sent her the message. And she read it an hour ago.
You sighed out loud, tapping your fingers on your thighs and closing your eyes.
"W-what's up, Y/N? You look like someone s-shit in your Frosted Flakes" Rick spoke, studying you.
You suddenly felt extremely insecure and vulnerable, like you had made the worst decision possible and that it was now irreversible and you'd be forced to suffer the negative consequences forever.
Tears formed in your eyes and you hung your head. "Uh, it's, it's nothing Rick," you weakly responded.
"H-hey I may be old but I'm not clueless on social c-cues. What's wrong?"
You kept your head hung and began to quietly shake with a sob, covering your mouth to try and hide the noise.
Rick then bent down beside your chair and put a hand on your shoulder. "S-sweetie, my care meter is always stagnant b-but I'm starting to get concerned. Grandpa to weirdly emotional granddaughter."
"I'm, I don't really wanna- Rick, it's hard to talk about" you say between tears and quickly wipe them away.
"Try me. I'm listening," he assures and pats your back awkwardly.
"I'm- fuck, I would appreciate you keeping it between us, but... I'm um.... I'm... gay" you respond, scared that he would start laughing in your face or just blow it off altogether.
You ready yourself for either reaction and look up at him. He looks at you carefully before giving you a soft smile and ruffling your hair. "Hey sweetie, I um, I already knew that" he says.
"What? How?" You're now horrified at the thought that it's always been obvious, which doubles the anxiety over the text you sent. Does everyone know, then? I'm a fucking idiot, you think. You feel the tears fighting their way back into your eyes.
"D-don't cry, Y/N. Look, I had a probability test run o-on all of my grandkids which shows that kinda thing. Likeliness o-of sexual orientation you know. Absolutely n-nothing to be ashamed of. I picked up on the rest of the p-psychology watching you grow up and knew it was right. And h-hey, your old grandpa supports you fuckin completely i-i-if you were wondering. I don't,- I don't confine myself to any f-fuckin labels. Bone whoever and whatever you wanna b-bone and I'll vaporize anyone who makes you f-feel like shit for it."
You feel yourself smiling now, although you felt just slightly offended that he already knew. But that's Grandpa Rick, who knows most things before anyone else. "Thanks Rick, I feel a bit better, I think," you laugh.
Then you hear a beeep and realize you've gotten a text.
Maria: Meet me at our coffee shop around the block in 10 minutes. â¤ď¸
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Sweeter Endings
Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Still reeling from the financial realities of losing your mother you turn to a lucrative website for help and get more than you could have bargained for.
W/C: 5,325
Warnings: Smut (no minors 18+ only), light D/S dynamics, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, swearing
A/N: NO MINORS, I wrote this for @donutloverxo 's Sugary 4k Challenge (Congrats!!) I love sugar daddy AUs so I was really excited to write this!! If you like it then please like/reblog/comment I'm all ears! Also maybe check out my other stuff if you want! Cheers!
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The saying âdesperate times call for desperate measuresâ was truer than youâd ever imagined and you found out the hard way. Life had hit you hard last year. You had watched your mother succumb very quickly to cancer. A cold that just wouldnât go away turned into a doctorâs visit turned into three months left to live. Having no one else in her life, the cost of her funeral and medical bills fell to you. The bills outweighing the inheritance you had no choice but to drop out of school.
One year later you were hanging on by threads to keep yourself off the streets without turning to a loan shark or selling yourself. Stocking shelves at a bougie grocery store in Soho by day and bartending in Tribeca by night had you working six days a week. What free time you had you were too exhausted to do anything with. Something had to give or you were going to collapse from the stress, you just didnât know what.
A couple weeks ago you had been casually venting about how broke you were with a coworker when she jokingly suggested signing up for one of those Sugar Daddy sites. You laughed along with her but it sounded better than getting a third job. You had quietly asked one of your roommates to borrow their laptop saying you needed to look at job postings only half a lie, really and locked yourself in your room.
You were just gonna check out the website, maybe sign up and poke around, it didnât mean you were committing to anything, just looking. You remembered first looking at the website once your shitty wifi loaded it, promising âbeautiful and successful people making mutually beneficial connectionsâ. You balked after reading that but you couldnât look at any profiles without making one yourself so you had set to work.
After making your profile you hadnât gotten any hits in about a week so you shrugged it off. You couldnât keep hogging your roommateâs computer anyways so you set off back to work. Your days at the store wore on into endless nights at the bar and you wondered what other options you really had when you had no degree and no experience in any relevant field.
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6 oâclock on a Thursday night, the typical after work crowd begins to roll in. The bar you work in is upscale, classy. Definitely trying to lure in the businessmen that worked in the area and their wallets. It annoyed you to deal with the same type of customers you did at the store all over again but with the high end crowd came good tips so you couldn't complain too much.
It was busier than usual when a group of men in suits walked in together asking for a booth. You saw a lot of business meetings take place over whiskey sours in this place so you didnât think much of it. You tried your best to keep tending to your regulars when a pair from the group came over.
One of the men had deep brown eyes and a sly grin that when split gave you the perfect view of the gap between his teeth. He was confident but he had a kind look to him. His friend had dirty blond hair and a beard that clung to his perfect jawline and youâd be lying if you said you hadnât snuck a second look. You turned your back and continued filling orders to distract yourself when one of them cleared their throat behind you.
As you turned to face them you found it was the blond calling after you. His face held a hint of surprise but it was quickly replaced by a look of amusement as he smirked and one brow lifted, like he knew something you didnât. He was like any other typical customer for you, professional and handsome, probably over-confident in himself. You returned his smirk and prepared your best charming banter. Time to earn those tips.
âSomething to drink for you, gentleman?â You offered.
âWeâd like a round of scotch for the table over there. You donât mind bringing it over, do you sweetheart?â the brown-eyed man asked.
âOf course notâ you answered. Pricks.
âGood girlâ the blond said with a wink. Creep. A hot creep but still. Before you could ask he took his card out of his wallet and put it on the counter for the tab.
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A round had come and passed, soon theyâd asked for another but this time it was just the blond that approached you. You lifted your eyebrows in anticipation of an order.
âYou here often?â he asked. Ugh, not even a good pick up line.
âAm I here at my job often?â You retorted with a playful smile.
The manâs shoulders shook as he chuckled. âSorry you just uh, you look familiar thatâs all. Whatâs your name?â
You supplied him with it and asked him if he wanted another round of scotch. He nodded.
âSmart girl, Iâm Steve by the way.â He laid down his business card which you picked up with a look of challenging curiosity. Steve Rogers, CEO of Shield inc.
Oh. You didnât recognize the name but you definitely knew the company. It felt like a quarter of their employees stopped in for a drink throughout the week and it was prominent enough of a company that you read about it weekly. Play it cool, these types want to feel like an every-man at the bar but still wanna feel important.
You raised your eyebrows again in recognition. âNice to meet you, Steve, Iâll have your round right out.â
âGood Girlâ he winked again at you. Okay so itâs hot, but heâs a total stranger and you donât even know him. Stay on your game.
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10 oâclock came around and things were thinning out slightly, regulars made their way out, awkward Tinder dates and rowdy young 20-somethings made their way in. The party of businessmen was still around but they were hopefully wrapping up after the 2 more rounds theyâd had. Steve approached the bar once more and you preemptively picked up the bottle of scotch.
âWhoa, easy, girl! Iâm here to pick up the tabâ He said, taking out his wallet.
âWhatâs the name on the tab?â You decided to play dumb but based off the grin on his face he knew you were playing with him.
âSteve. Rogers.â He replied, his tone was stern but his eyes told you he was in on the joke.
You cashed him out and left him to sign his receipt so you could make more drinks. You saw him move in your peripheral and turned your head to see his face.
âHave a good night, sweetheart. Iâll be seeinâ yaâ he promised.
âTake care!â You smiled back.
A few minutes later you circled back to collect his receipt and found three $100 bills staring back at you. You blinked dumbly in disbelief, who the hell leaves a 200% tip? Looking around to see if Steve was still here he was nowhere to be found. You had no choice but to pocket the money.
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Another week went by and left you wondering how much energy and concentration it would take for you to just evaporate, since that seemed easier than going to work today. Sadly still in solid form, you punched in at the store and stowed your things in your locker.
Your upscale customer base was a mostly pretentious and successful group of yuppies so even though you were grateful to not be on the streets you were constantly reminded of the professional success you couldnât help but feel that you were missing out on. Stuck instead to listen to incessant whining âis this organic? I wonât eat it unless itâs organicâ.
The upside of this job was that the time went by quickly because you always had so much to do. Plus with how monotonous the work was it was easy enough to zone out. So much so that you hadnât heard someone calling your name and approaching you. A hand softly touching your shoulder snapped you into the present.
You looked up, startled to find a pair of blue eyes staring back into yours. You took a step back and processed who it was. âCEO guy?â Steve?
ââCEO guy?â I thought I recognized you, âbarmaidâ or should I say⌠âstock girl?ââ He joked using his fingers to make quotations.
Now that you thought about it, the store isnât that far at all from the bar, it would make sense if heâs in the area. You smiled and tapped your nametag in response.
âI just came in on my lunch to grab a few groceriesâ looking down at his basket it held some protein powder, some eggs, and one lonely banana. âClearly, Iâm single. But youâd know that already, wouldnât you?â
Your brows twinged together in confusion. What is that supposed to mean?
âExcuse me?â
He edged a little closer to you and lowered his voice âSeekingConnection.com?â
Your eyes widened in shock. The fucking Sugar Daddy site! I forgot about that! Surprise was quickly replaced with humiliation. You looked down and away as you felt your cheeks heat up.
âI donât mean to embarrass youâ Steve placated, âBut I gotta say, Iâm pretty hurt you never responded to me. I sent that message weeks ago and letâs just say Iâm not used to rejection.â He kept his tone light, letting you know he wasnât mad.
âI-I um, Iâm sorry, I donât have a computer and they donât have an app, I was using my roommatesâ computer and I guess I forgot about itâŚâ You admitted.
Steve nodded in acknowledgement. Please say something to salvage this conversation. Please.
âWell,â Steve rummaged in his pocket for another business card. âYou got a pen on you?â
You dug around in your apron and came up with one. Handing it to him you watched as he wrote on the back of the card. He held the card and the pen out to you.
âThatâs my number, Iâd ask for yours but I donât wanna make you uncomfortable, you already look like you wanna sink through the floorâ Not helping, but I do. You took them from him and tucked them away in the pocket of your apron.
âYou do have a phone right?â You only glared at him in response. âWell, if you check your profile, you wouldâve seen I asked you out to lunch, offer still stands. Just text me when youâre freeâ
Should I even say yes? I mean, the winking the other night was weird but heâs good looking and at least somewhat considerate. I mean, itâs not like I had any other intention when I signed up for that site. What the hell. right?
âI⌠usually work mid shifts so I donât know if lunch is doable, they only give me half an hour but, maybe we could do coffee? Iâve got tomorrow off from the bar I could meet youâ you suggested.
If Steve felt pity for you he hid it well behind the wide smile he made when you offered coffee instead.
âThereâs a place around the corner from here, just up a block, you know it? Iâm off tomorrow at 6, why donât you meet me there?â
âSounds like a plan.â He winked at you again and started walking away. What the hell just happened?
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You did end up borrowing your roommateâs computer once again when you got home to look up Steveâs DM. Sure enough, there he had been in all his internet glory. âSteve, 33, CEO. likes: art, conversation, whiskey. Digging around further on his profile you found that he owned several houses here and in Europe, he had a dog that was cuter than he was, and that he was âSeeking deeper connectionâ. All of these things piqued your interest.
âHey, Doll. Saw your profile and I had to ask, whatâs a girl like you doing in a place like this? Kidding, of course. But maybe youâd care to tell me your story over lunch? Your profile says weâre both in New York. - Steveâ Sent three weeks ago. Fuck.
You had texted him earlier to confirm, which is how you found yourself walking up the sidewalk towards the shop with a mind running rampant with nervous thoughts. What if he just wants to feel big about himself in comparison to me? What would I even really have to offer the relationship? A college dropout working two dead-end jobs with no social life. You needed to snap yourself out of it. You were just meeting for coffee doesnât mean anything.
Pushing open the door you found Steve waving at you from a quiet corner. He was still in a suit, presumably coming from work himself. Even the buttons on his shirt looked expensive. You were wearing dirty jeans and a worn pair of work boots paired with a flannel. You couldnât have looked more different if you tried.
âI waited for you to order,â He said. You smiled up at him, only now realizing how tall he was in comparison to you. He ushered you both towards the counter where you both placed your orders. You moved to take your wallet from your purse but he had already beat you there.
âReally? As if Iâd let the lady pay, and on the first date no less?â He said playfully.
âOh, so this is a date now, is it?â You kidded.
Steve shoved his hands in his pockets and gave you that boyish grin and a shrug. The pair of you made your way back to the table and waited for your drinks to be brought over.
âHow was work?â You asked, âWhat exactly is it that your company does?â
âWe offer security and surveillance software domestically as well as international. Stadiums, airports, other government buildings. Things of that nature. And work was fine, thank you for askingâ Steve said with a genuine smile. âHow was your day, doll?â
âOh, my day was fine, more of the same but yâknow,â You answered half-heartedly.
âYou know, you never answered me, whatâs a funny, pretty gal like you doing on a site like that?â
Embarrassment hit you again, this time maybe accompanied with a hint of shame. You were saved momentarily by your drinks being delivered. He seemed truly interested and since he was paying you supposed you owed him an answer.
âI was going to Columbia and I had a pretty good internship when my mom got diagnosed with cancer. She died three months later and since it was only always just the two of us I ended up footing the bill. I was on partial scholarship but between the hospital and the funeral I canât really afford the rest of tuition on top of working for free so here I amâ you explained, âOh my god, Iâm sorry Iâm totally oversharing arenât I? You probably donât wanna hear about a bummer like this, sorryâ
You tried to laugh to ease the tension you thought youâd created. Braving a look at Steve, he looked thoughtful and only a little bit like he pitied you. You could live with that.
âIâm really sorry about your mom, mine also got really sick before she died, I know it mustâve been hard. What were you in school for?â
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You and Steve talked for hours, trading anecdotes of childhood and talking about each otherâs interests. You had a similar sense in humour so you got on swimmingly. The evening seemed to be coming to a close as the night sky sent in through the window.
Being with Steve was probably the most relaxed youâd felt since before your mom was diagnosed. It became difficult to focus on anything but your financial situation and even though thatâs what brought you here in the first place you had managed to forget all about it.
âSo look, us getting together wasnât exactly the most conventional on meet-cutes but to put it bluntly,â He said, âThe CEO life makes it hard to meet real people and it gets kinda lonely, I mean, you saw my grocery basketâ You both laughed at that. âYou need money and I need company, I feel like we could help each other out. Whadâya say? Think you could put up with me?â
You knew what this was but hearing it put so plainly was a little surprising. At least he was to the point.
âSo if I said yes what does that mean, exactly?â you inquired.
âWell,â he started, âWe take care of each other. Let me cover some of your bills at the very least, make it so youâd be comfortable quitting at least one of your jobs. And youâd keep me company, we go on dates, maybe you could come over, thereâs the occasional work event or charity gala Iâd need you on my arm for. Thoughts?â
God I canât even imagine what itâs like to work only one job anymore. Maybe I could even save up and go back to school. Heâs cute and he seems sensible, why not?
âCould we maybe take things slow? What you describe is something Iâm down for but I donât want to make myself completely dependent on you. But Iâd love to be there for you, and I have to admit, the thought of only working one full time job is pretty crazy to meâ You laughed.
Steve swallowed and placed one of his large, warm hands over yours.
âI can do things the old fashioned way, if thatâs what youâd feel good with. I gotta say though, with looks like that itâs not gonna be easyâ he jested.
You smiled shyly and looked away. You both stood to leave and he held the door open for you.
âIâve already got your number from when you texted me earlier but Iâll talk to my assistant about my schedule and maybe I could take you out to dinner this weekend?â
âI um, Iâd really like that. Itâs a dateâ You stated.
âOh, so you think this is a date now?â He jested.
You lightly punched him in the arm and he took the opportunity to pull you closer to him. You looked up to find his face inches from yours. You could smell his aftershave and his deep voice gave you goosebumps when he spoke next.
âI kinda want to kiss you goodnight, would that be okay?â
You could only nod as he shut his eyes and closed in. Your lips met in one perfect, chaste kiss. You sighed and leaned into his hand as it briefly cupped your face.
You broke apart and made promises to see each other soon. You felt like you couldâve floated home as you boarded the subway, caught up in the swarm of newly forming feelings.
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You sat in the break room when your phone buzzed to life, âSaturday at 7?â
You were about to type out a yes when you forgot you worked closing at the bar. Your thumbs moved quickly to tap out the reply âWorking, sorry :/ the pitfalls of bartending. Sunday at 7?â
You were nervous telling him no and asking to change plans. You hated not being able to make things work but you only just met the man and the weekend tips were killer, itâs not like you could turn the shift down.
âAh yes, almost forgot. Sunday works too, Iâll text you the details. Whatâs your address? Iâll pick you upâ
Oh, God. Steve canât see my building! His cufflinks probably cost more than my rent!
âIâll just meet you there, donât worry about itâ
âNot a chance, doll. Just tell me where and Iâll come get youâ
You let out a worried sigh but knew you had to let it go. You sent him your address and went back to work.
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Saturday was maybe the longest day in your entire week, in fact you loathed it. Mornings at the store followed by running immediately to the bar. Last call in New York was 4am so itâs a good thing you didnât try to make brunch plans with Steve for Sunday. But ultimately both your shifts passed without major incident and now it was Sunday and you tried to ready yourself the best you could.
The place Steve mentioned was fancy, you knew that much from a quick search. Panicking instantly upon realizing you donât really have any nice clothes you turned to your most fashionable roommate for help. She loaned you a cocktail dress that was revealing enough to draw interest without giving everything away. You just hoped Steve would like it.
âDownstairs, doll. Silver BMWâ you exhaled. Hoo boy, here we go.
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Steve handed his keys to the valet and rushed around to open your door for you. You held his hand and you clambered onto the sidewalk in your heels. His warm hand on the small of your back as he steered you towards the doors was a comforting weight.
Dinner has been lovely so far, he chose a place that wasnât completely white-glove but was upscale enough to make you feel only a little underdressed.
You joked back and forth with him over the course of the meal, talked about your lives, and even found out you both have a guilty pleasure for cheesy rom-coms. It wasnât until dessert and your third glass of wine came that you realized how much time had passed. You frowned slightly thinking of the early morning ahead of you followed by a long night at the bar.
âWhatâs wrong, doll?â
âOh, nothing I just didnât realize how late it was, Iâve got both jobs tomorrow itâll just be a long day thatâs allâ you tried to wave it off but Steve frowned in response.
âQuit the barâ he stated.
âWhat?â
âQuit the bar. This is your card, Iâve already loaded $3000 on there. Put me in touch with your landlord and Iâll get you taken care of.â He slid the card across the table to you. Your name printed on the front. This got real very quickly.
âSteve, thatâs.â You were in shock, a loss for words almost âthatâs too much, I donât know what to say.â You felt embarrassed taking the money. You knew that was the essence of your arrangement but actually taking his money had you feeling uneasy.
âHoney, this is what Iâm here for. Let me take care of you. Give up your late nights. I wanna take you out on the weekends and youâll need to be available for events. You can stay at the store if you want but quit the bar, you donât need it.â
You took a deep sigh. He did say he wanted you to be comfortable quitting one of your jobs; it's just making the change that scares you. But something about Steve felt safe so you nodded and looked up to him.
âIâll put in my two weeksâ
âGood girlâ he patted your knee and you involuntarily clenched your thighs. He smirked at that but let it go.
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A few months had come and gone since that night and your time with Steve had been great. Only working the one job gave you so much more free time. You'd spent a good chunk of it just trying to form a normal sleep schedule but all the time you spent with Steve made it difficult. Not that you minded especially since your allowance was monthly but heâd showered you with gifts here and there.
They started off small, perfume, chocolates and flowers, or a simple pair of white gold hoops that reminded him of you. They gradually became pricier and more elaborate. Youâd felt guilty accepting it all at first but he was insistent you deserve the best. He had even mentioned you moving out maybe finding a better place but you reminded him you needed to go slow.
Heâd also been nothing short of a gentleman. Out in public at least, youâd learned the hard way that he was an absolute animal in bed. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your hands off of him.
Something you had appreciated about Steve is that he never made you feel bad or less than for being broke. Never held his money over your head like leverage. Youâd felt equal to him in all aspects, understanding you had just as much say as he did.
Still, there was a small nagging voice in the back of your head that reminded you Steve is not your boyfriend. This isn't a relationship and he's looking to get something out of just like you are. But if you were being honest you were catching feelings, it was hard not to when the man was giving you the fantasy. You decided to push that voice aside whenever it came up and let yourself be swept away. Maybe that would bite you in the ass but for now you were happy.
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You were buzzed into Steveâs building and on the elevator ride up to his penthouse your phone buzzed. âI have to make a quick call- Iâve got a present waiting for you in the living room.â You couldnât help but feel giddy.
The doors opened and Steve was nowhere in sight but as you entered the living room a bag from Chanel and the Apple Store sat on the table. Oh god, what this time? I swear this man is too much.
You opened the smaller bag from Chanel first and found a beautiful black and white evening bag. It was sleek and simple, very much to your tastes. You were nervous to open the Apple bag, Steve always went overboard. Shakily removing the paper you pulled out the slim case in disbelief. A MacBook Air and a pair of AirPod Pros. The man well and truly spoiled you.
âYou said you didnât have a computer.â His voice came from behind you and startled you.
âSteve, this is too much. Youâre too much.â You swung your arms around his neck and kissed him.
âNothinâs too much for you, doll.â He kissed the top of your head.
âThink you could take a couple days off of work? I just got off the phone and confirmed plans for my house in Nice.â
A trip? France?? Oh my god. How is this my life? You felt so overwhelmed that you grabbed Steve by the collar and brought his face down to meet you in a kiss. His tongue swiped your lips and you granted him entrance. Moaning into his mouth your hands traveled up into his hair, pulling softly and coaxing a groan out of him.
He guided you to sit on the couch and brought you down into his lap. You ground down onto him and felt his hard-on through his slacks. Your hand moved slowly to undo the buttons of his shirt as he kissed down your jaw towards your neck. You sighed softly when he found your sweet spot and started sucking.
He helped you take off his shirt while you got started on his belt and undid his pants. He lifted himself off the couch slightly to move them down to his knees, taking his briefs with them. His cock stood proud and an angry red, leaking at the tip.
âI wanna ride you, I canât wait.â You pouted as you writhed against him in need.
Steve tutted at you âthatâs no way to get what you want. Ask me nicely, baby. Beg to ride my cock,â
You ground down even harder and whined. âPlease, sir, please let me ride your cock. I need to feel you, I canât wait any longer please.â
âGood Girlâ Steve's hands flipped up your skirt and found your panties, ripping them to shreds. They were La Perla and had cost a pretty penny but he didnât care.
He lined himself up and brought you down harshly gripping your hips. You moaned loudly in surprise and satisfaction and wasted no time moving back and forth. Steve made you feel so close and connected to him whenever he fucked you but he still made you feel sordid and dirty. You couldnât get enough of the feeling, youâd gladly chase it.
His eyes were hooded as watched you chase your own pleasure and giving him some in return. His hands kneaded your ass and smacked it just to get a gasp out of you. He grabbed the back of your head and brought you in for a searing kiss that was all teeth and tongue. Heâd nip at you and lick the pain away.
His hips met yours, finding your rhythm and speeding you both up when he gripped your hips.
âCanât wait to have me, you had to fuck me on the couch huh?â Steve panted, âmy dirty girl. So fuckinâ gorgeous.â
You put your forehead against his and went harder, pushing your clit to grind against the muscles of his abs.
âOnly yours, sir.â Your orgasm was building. Steve was a pretty relaxed dom but you still needed permission.
âSir, please let me cum I canât wait any longerâ you tried your best to slow your movements a bit.
âI think you can hold it baby, I wanna enjoy you a little longerâ.
You could only whine in response and tried to slow your pace but his grip on your hips and his own movements pushed you further and further towards the edge. You tried to squirm out of his grasp but his hands only tightened. It felt like forever until Steve finally gave you permission.
âGo on baby, cum for me you earned it. Fuck your self on my cock and cum all over meâ
Your movements were frantic, desperate to chase your orgasm when finally the perfect angle of his cock inside you and your clit against him set you free. You cried out above him and dug your nails in deep.
Steve held you firmly in place and started slamming into you from below, finally letting himself think about cumming. All you could do was hold on for mercy. Moments later he brought you down onto him one final slam as he came inside of you with a cry.
The only sound in the room was both of you trying to catch your breath. You sighed again and collapsed against him, nuzzling your face into his neck. He kissed the side of your face and let you make yourself at home while he caressed your back.
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One shower and two more orgasms later you were both clean and made your way to the kitchen. Steve was gathering the ingredients for dinner when you hugged him from behind. Your head resting against his back. Steve twisted around and hugged you in full. You both stayed like that for a moment until you looked up at him.
You were so content. Moments like this where you were just domestic were some of the best between you. It wasnât about money or material, it was just the two of you making dinner and enjoying each other, no barriers.
âAre you really going to take me to France?â Your voice came out muffled against his chest.
âOf course, doll. After dinner I want you to use your new laptop to buy some outfits for the trip. I left my card in your new purse.â
You lifted onto your tiptoes and kissed his nose.
âYou really do think of everything, donât you?â
âWhat can I say? Iâm a plannerâ he retorted.
You didnât know it yet but Steve was going to ask you to become official while you were there. He wasnât worried in the slightest. In fact heâd never been so sure about something in his life.
#sugary4kchallenge#steve rogers x reader#sugar daddy!Steve rogers x reader#sugar daddy!steve rogers#sugar daddy au#marvel au#marvel fic#marvel x reader#fluff#smut
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Hey idk if ur prompts are open, but if they were, would you maybe want to do a Wilbur vs Charlie in who can wreck Tommy better like thing? đđđ
"Friendly" Uno summary: tommy gets a bit too sassy in a game of uno with him, charlie, and wilbur. a/n: i was originally gonna write this in the dsmp but i literally just couldn't figure out how to do it without it being super ooc KSDFSKJ also just pretend charlie came to visit them in the UK LOL warnings: swearing, playful teasing/mocking (they're playing uno its bound to happen BAHAHA /lh) w/c: 1.6k IRL, Platonic
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âCâmon, give me a green!â Wilbur growled, continuously picking up cards from the middle pile. He and his two friends, Tommy and Charlie, were playing a friendly game of Uno together on the floor of the living room. Well, âfriendly.â
âHAH! Aww, poor Wilbyyy, so bad at UnoooâŚâ Tommy cooed, his face painted with the biggest shit-eating grin. Wilbur scoffed, finally putting a green card down. âTommy, every day you remind me of all my mistakes.â Wilbur jested, smirking at Tommyâs surprised face. âYeah? Well-â
âAha, draw four Toms!â Charlie interrupted, Tommy looking down at the middle pile to see a colorful â+4â card right in front of him. After a dramatic groan, the boy drew the cards. âYou are horrible to me, Mr. Slimecicle.â Tommy pointed his finger in Charlieâs face, the dirty blonde only shrugged, chuckling at his antics.
Wilbur put down a red card, smiling at Charlieâs huff. âReally, the only color I donât have?!â He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. âDonât be all grumpy, itâs how the game works, yeah?â Wilbur gave a smug smirk, watching his friend reach for the pile to scout for a red card.
After more banter, the game started to move more smoothly⌠until they decided to start stacking â+2â and â+4â cards. The pile of them now added up to 14, but they still kept going. âHoly shit, this better not end on me!â Wilbur sighed, placing his final card he could stack. âMe neither.â Charlie agreed, placing his last card that could be stacked.
âThis game is against me! I swear to god, this is rigged! Youâre both cheating.â Tommy cried, huffing to himself while he started to pick up the 18 cards they all stacked up. âTohohommy!â Wilbur broke into laughter, leaning his head back as high-pitched giggles left him. âWe arenât cheheating, you juhust suhuck.â Charlie snorted up a laugh, patting Tommyâs back as he whined again.
âYou two are both big stupid bullies. You should be thankful Iâm even playing a little card game with you.â Tommy huffed, making eye contact with Wilbur. âYouâre so sassy today, nâawww- donât tell me someoneâs grumpy over just a âlittleâ card game!â Charlie teased, causing Wilbur to smirk at Tommy. âYeah, are you up past your bedtime?â
âI hate you both so much. I will fight you both and win- at the same time.â The blonde claimed as he slapped a card down with enough force to accidentally push the card pile down. âBaby rage.â Wilbur scoffed, earning a dramatic gasp from Tommy. âI AM NOT A BABY!â He shouted, Wilbur and Charlie breaking into giggles again.
âThatâs something a baby would say!â
âCHARLIE.â
Wilbur covered his face, laughter building up from his chest, Charlie following right in his footsteps. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, grumbling. âYou guys are assholes.â He spoke in a more playful tone, indicating that he wasnât genuinely upset.
âYeah, are we, Tommy?â Charlie put down his cards, looking at the boy. âCompared to how youâve been treating us this evening, I donât think weâre that bad.â Wilbur raised an eyebrow, also placing his cards down. âB- Bullshit! You guys are twatsâŚ?â Tommy cowered a bit at their growing smirks, putting his cards down as well.
âTwats, are we?â
âWilbur, I donât like his tone.â
Both men stood up, still with suspicious smiles on their faces, causing Tommy to stand up as well. âI d- donât trust this.â The boy shuddered, backing up until he hit the couch, falling back onto it. âDonât worry Charlie, I can take care of this.â Wilbur nodded, towering over Tommy.
âNo, I think I can do it, I can definitely do it better.â Charlie stood next to him, an innocent smile plastered on his face. âYeah? Well do you know all his tickle spots? No? Thatâs what I thought.â
Oh. Oh. So that is what this was about.
âIâm called the tickle monster around here for a reason, Charlie!â Wilbur kept on going, placing a sassy hand on his hip. âYou clearly havenât met me then, yet!â He quipped back, looking down at Tommy; whose face was bright red and a nervous but excited smile on his face.
âLetâs have Tommy answer then. Whoâs better at wrecking you, Toms?â Wilbur smirked down at him, the blonde just covering his face. âDâawww, thatâs not an answer! Hmm, how about this. Wilbur, weâll team up and Tommy will answer that question when weâre finished.â
âDeal.â
âWh- what? Guys⌠guhUHUYS-!â Bubbly laughter already took over Tommy as Wilburs fingers kneaded his waist. âWhatâs up? Whaâtcha need?â Charlie chuckled, walking two fingers up his ribcage. What they werenât expecting was the loud squeal that left Tommy.
âLooks like I already found a tickle spot, Wilbur!â Charlie exclaimed, gently pinching around his top ribs, causing the boy to let out yet another squeal. âWow, do you want a medal or something?â Wilbur snarked back sarcastically, glaring at the dirty blonde before massaging his thumb into one of Tommyâs hip bones.
âWiiihihill! NOHOhoho!â Tommy tried to twist left to right, but that damn feeling on his hip bone just wouldnât secede. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that Wilbur was back in the lead. He reached his other hand around and formed it like a claw, and then vibrated it into the other side of his ribcage as he kept up the prodding on the other side.
âCHAHAHARLIE! QUIHIHIT IT!â Tommy absolutely shrieked, unsure whether to attempt to push his hands away from his ribs, or to cover his face and obvious blush was creeping up on his cheeks. âGotta admit Iâm the better tickle monster first!â Charlie giggled, making little âtktktktkâ noises right in Tommyâs ear.
âNâawww, Tommy!~ You have just the sweetest giggles, and I know theyâre because of me and not the slimy boy, is that right?â Wilbur teased, moving from his hips to the sides of his belly, scribbling his nails over the area. Hiccupy laughter began to emit from the boy, him kicking his legs into the couch behind Wilbur.
âHeâs now all hiccupy! Thatâs so cute!â Charlie exclaimed, grabbing one of Tommyâs flailing arms. He sniggered to himself as Tommyâs laughter turned more high-pitched at the sudden vulnerability, a wide smile on his face nonetheless. âUh oh, Tommy⌠someoneâs in trouble now!â Charlie teased as he wiggled his fingers over his exposed underarm, not making contact now.
âDohoHOHONâT! WIHILBUR- *snort* HEHELP!â Tommyâs laughter grew an octave at his own snort, shaking his head as Charlie wouldnât stop the stupid anticipation. âThereâs no way Iâm helping you, Toms. I mean- unless you say that Iâm better at this.â Wilbur smirked, deciding to try a new spot as he turned around, fluttering his nails under Tommyâs knees.
The giggles it made Tommy produce were different. They were more flustered it seemed, almost like Wilbur just found a certain melt spot. âTommy, youâve gone all soft now! Letâs change that, shall we?â Charlie chuckled mischievously, his fingers crashing down and lightly scribbling into his underarms.
Feeling both his death spot and melt spot being tickled at the same time was definitely a different feeling. âNOOOHOHO- *hic* PLEHEHEASE!â His voice began to sound slightly strained, so Charlie retracted his hand in response. âLooks like I found your worst spot, eh?â He smiled, but it was more of a fond smile this time- compared to all his evil ones.
âHmmm, Charlie. What if we worked together, just once?â Wilbur offered, and Charlie gladly nodded. âWhat do you need from me, boss?â He smiled playfully before Wilbur went in to whisper something into his ear. âWhat were they planning now? My demise?â Tommy thought curling up on himself.
In one swift movement, Tommy found himself leaning onto Charlie being held in place with one of Charlieâs arms, and Wilbur looming over him with a grin that did not look friendly. It looked quite evil, in all honesty. âYou ready, Toms?â Wilbur cooed, wiggling his fingers at the boy. The blonde whined, looking away from him. âNâaww, donât want to watch the show, Tommy?â Charlie cooed in his ear. Just their words and actions alone made him want to squirm and laugh, and they havenât even done the tickling yet.
A moment of silence fell onto them, Tommy still looking away, until a big raspberry was blown right beneath his belly button. The boy arched his back, a shriek ripping out from his throat as he weakly pushed at Wilburâs head; but the stupid sensations just kept on going.
âYOHOHOU WIHI- *wheeze* WIHIHIN! ENOHOHOUGH!â Tommy managed to get out, his laughter nearly going silent. Wilbur sat up, rubbing Tommyâs tummy to help get rid of the tingles that still lurked around. âWho won? I didnât catch it.â Charlieâs voice was gentle, but it was obvious there was some smugness there.
âYeah, who won? You never stated a name, Toms!â The taller boy crossed his arms, smirking down at the boy. Tommy just let out a whine and covered his face, cuddling into Charlie as all the tickling wore him out. They both internally cooed at him, finding his snuggly antics so fond and wholesome, because for god's sake- itâs Tommy! You rarely find the boy getting all soft for anyone.
âLetâs just call it a tie, shall we Charlie?â
âYeah, for now, that is.â
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Hi hi hi! I just recently came across your blog and Iâm loving it!!! Maybe an Akaashi, Bokuto, Kuroo, and Kageyama scenario where their S/O is a cheerleader and gets jealous when their team canât take their eyes off them maybe?
Thank you for the request!! Oh, and btw you guys, Iâm trying to do my requests in the order I get them and I usually have enough energy to do maybe one a day, two at most:(
Also, I switched up the character selection a bit so we could get more of the teams! Hope thatâs okay!
Jealous Boys with a S/O whoâs a cheerleader (w/ Akaashi, Kuroo, Kageyama, and Iwaizumi)Â
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Akaashi
âYouâre cheering for us today?âÂ
âYep! Itâs my first time at one of your matches, Iâm so excited!â You grin at your boyfriend, shaking your pom poms brightly as Akaashi bites back a smile, allowing you to plant a kiss on his cheek lovingly before moving to run back to your girls.Â
âGood luck!âÂ
âYou too.âÂ
âY/N, you have to take your jacket off!âÂ
âOh shoot, yeah oops.â
Akaashi stalls, glancing back as he heard that conversation. His eyes widen when you unzip your team jacket, revealing your cheer uniform. Your uniform hugged your breasts appreciatively, and it wasnât good that he found it hard to breathe when he saw the length of your skirt.Â
Who? Just who makes skirts that short? He thinks irritably before you suddenly turn to him to catch him staring. He gulps when you wink flirtatiously, blushing when your friends seem to make a comment about him to you as you wave them off, making a motion like yeah, thatâs my boyfriend.Â
Akaashi shakes his head. Cheer is what you do, who was he to make a comment at the...choice of attire?Â
Clearing his head, he jogs back to his team, ready to warm up to play his best in front of you until he hears Konoha whistle appreciatively along with Komi, obviously eyeing up the cheerleaders.Â
Akaashi blinks. It was fine, right? There were like, eight of you, they wouldnât single-
âBro, that (H/C) one though? Damn, sheâs something else.â Komi blushes as Bokuto suddenly sweat drops.
âThank god for mini skirts, looks like weâll have a pretty nice view for when we play.âÂ
âKonoha, youâre such a perv.âÂ
âSarukui, you just donât know the ways of the cheerleader, observe the (h/c) one for instance, see her thighs? I would kill-âÂ
âUh Konoha, I think you should stop-âÂ
âWhat, Bokuto? Arenât you the one whoâs into this kinda stuff too?âÂ
âNo, but I am.âÂ
The whole team pause, glancing over at the quiet setter who had his brows furrowed in an obvious expression of distaste, blue-green eyes seeming to blaze directly into his teammates as Konoha quirks an eyebrow playfully, drawing up to the setter before Bokuto could stop him.Â
âHuh? You too Akaashi? Which oneâs the cutest to you, huh? Tell us~âÂ
Bokuto palms his face at the situation Konoha was digging himself in, deciding it was a lost cause before Akaashi scoffs, his lips pulling up in a slight snarl as he pretends to think.Â
âHm. Thatâs a tough one.âÂ
The Fukurodani team all exchange inquisitive looks with one another when Akaashiâs feet suddenly bring him to your position in front of the stands, bouncing up and down with your other cheer friends. Your eyes brighten when they see Akaashi, breaking out of the practice formation to jog up to him.Â
âWhatâs up, love? Donât you play soon?â Akaashi puts both hands on the sides of your face and tilts your jaw upwards, his lips falling gently on yours before moving at a pace that was strangely possessive as your cheeks begin to burn. You knock on his chest with your fist as Akaashi kisses you harder, only letting you go when your breaths turn unsteady.Â
 He had done that. In front of both your teams.Â
Your boyfriend pulls back, blue-green eyes seeming to blaze as he swipes his thumb at the lipstick stain he had left, ensuring it was off before nodding once to you and beginning to walk away.Â
âA-Akaashi-you-what-why-âÂ
âThat one on the cheek earlier wasnât enough luck.â Akaashi shrugs to you as he walks back to his gaping team, clasping Konoha on the shoulder as he swipes at the slight amount of lipstick on the corner of his mouth.Â
âI donât know, I think that oneâs pretty cute.âÂ
âAkaashi, I didnât know-âÂ
âWell, itâs a good thing you do now.âÂ
The Fukurodani team all shiver once in unison. Akaashi, the usual calmest member on the team, seemed the most dangerous when pissed off.Â
Kuroo
âGood luck today, kitten. Try to cheer for me only, okay?âÂ
âYouâre the one doing the hard stuff.â You grin up at your boyfriend as Kuroo smirks down at you, leaning to press a quick kiss on your forehead lovingly before pinching one of your cheeks, causing you to pout.Â
âYouâre really pretty, you know that?â
âGo! You start soon, dummy!â You blush, pushing your boyfriend forcefully away when his team enters the gym, running away from your boyfriendâs smirking figure in slight embarassment that his team almost caught the two of you like that.Â
Kuroo strides up to his team, hands clasped around his neck before taking a seat on the bench as Kai and Yaku begin to go through the plays, not noticing the way Lev and Inuoka both shared small gasps.Â
âWhoaaa, so we actually do have cheerleaders?âÂ
âH-How am I supposed to focus?âÂ
âLev, just focus on the game.âÂ
âThat (H/C) one is the prettiest!âÂ
Kuroo quirks an eyebrow, diverting his gaze. That caught his attention.Â
âUh, Lev, I wouldnât-âÂ
Kuroo covers Kenmaâs mouth, a sly grin making itsâ way onto his face as Yaku and Kai both exchange looks knowingly. Before either of the third years can stop their team captain-
âOh? Whatâs so pretty about her?âÂ
âS-Sheâs on par with Karasunoâs manager.â Yamamoto stutters slightly as Kenma shoves off Kurooâs hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. âSomeone like that goes to our school?âÂ
âNe, Inuoka, do you think if I play good enough sheâll notice me?âÂ
âIt wouldnât hurt to try, Lev!âÂ
âYep, it wouldnât hurt to try.â Kurooâs tone seemed to turn slightly sardonic, his grin never leaving his face as Kenma rolls his eyes, turning away from the situation to pull his phone out and shoot a quick text.Â
Y/N-san, please come over here before Kuroo kills one of my teammates.
Huh?
Just please come.Â
You blink, making sure to note how much time you had left before you had to be in formation before beginning to walk over to where Kenma was, noticing that your boyfriend had his chin resting in his hand, his signature smirk resting on his lips as he listened to whatever his teammate was saying.Â
âShoot! Shoot, I think she caught me staring!â Lev looks down quickly after seeing your approaching figure, pom poms hanging loosely by your side as Inuoka clasps his shoulder.Â
âLev, you should talk to her!âÂ
âYeah, Lev.â Kuroo grins as you come closer, Kenma sweatdropping at the fact that him asking you to come over wouldnât bring understanding. âYou should talk to her.âÂ
âUh, Kuroo?â You tap your boyfriendâs shoulder nervously, trying not to make direct eye contact with any of the staring team. You shift uncomfortably as your boyfriend glances up at you, eyes playful yet kind of annoyed.Â
In the next moment, Kuroo had pulled you into his lap, leaving his teamates (The ones that didnât know already) with their jaws agape you yelp and try to break free.Â
âBabe, I came over here because Kenma said you might kill someone!âÂ
âItâs a good thing he did.â Kuroo nuzzles his face into your neck, opening one eye posessively as the first and second years begin to stutter out apologies. His hands trace over your bare thighs as you flush, hiding your face with both hands.Â
âEveryone, meet (Y/N). My totally pretty cheerleader girlfriend who just so happens to be on par with Karasunoâs manager.âÂ
âKnock it off.â You force yourself out of his hold as Kuroo pulls you back down to kiss your forehead quickly, putting the cherry on top of the situation before you dash back to your own team in embarrassment.Â
âKuroo-senpai, I-âÂ
âItâs alright, Lev!â Kuroo smiles a little too nicely at the first yearâs stuttered apology.Â
âJust make every single receive and weâll call it even.âÂ
âW-what if I donât?âÂ
âYou better hope you do.âÂ
Kageyama
âLook, I wonât embarass you, so just focus on your setting, okay?â You smile up in reassurance at Kageyamaâs blushing figure, his blue eyes struggling to stay on your face because of your cheer uniform. He thought you looked amazing of course, but-Â
âT-this is just the first time youâve been at one of my matches-âÂ
âAnd Iâm sure youâll do great. So donât overthink it, alright?âÂ
Kageyamaâs eyes lock with yours before he nods once, turning around in a stiff posture away from your giggling self at how cute your boyfriend was. The dark haired boy jogs back to his team, all of whom had hardly realized the quiet setterâs disappearance.Â
âWhereâd you go, Kageyama?âÂ
âNone of your business, boke.âÂ
âThe cheerleaders are here to cheer for us! Noya-san, which lucky one shall we make fall today?âÂ
âYou havenât made any of them fall-âÂ
âThatâs what you think, Suga-san.â
âHave you...ever seen her go to our school before?â Noya stares in awe, pointing directly at you shamelessly as Tanaka rests his elbow on Noyaâs head for support, the same expression on his features as you giggle and jump with the rest of your team-
skirt flying high and all.Â
Kageyama doesnât look up, sipping from his water bottle as the comedic duo nearby him ogle the cheerleaders, noting it was just their nature before-Â
âI think her nameâs (Y/N)? Sheâs a first year.âÂ
âAre first years allowed to look that cute?âÂ
Kageyamaâs grip on his water bottle tightens as Daichi gives them his signature stern glare, pushing the two towards the center of the gym.Â
âIf you have time to drool, you have time to warm up.âÂ
âW-wait, just let us try to talk to her-!âÂ
âOi, Kageyama, weâre about to start, where are you going?âÂ
The blue-eyed boy had abandoned the clenched water bottle on the bench behind him, walking up to your giggling form with the most confidence he had ever mustered.Â
âKageyama!â You smile brightly, waving your friends to keep practicing without you before slow jogging up to your boyfriend. âDid you need some-?âÂ
The expression in the usually awkwardâs boy was foreign to you as he spins you around by the shoulders so your back is facing him, pulling your hair out of your tight ponytail. You blink as his fingers run through your hair, gathering it all up to put it up again.
âWhat-?âÂ
âI didnât mention it earlier, but itâs messy.âÂ
âI couldâve-!âÂ
âItâs fine.â Kageyama cuts you off, slipping your hair through the tie perfectly as you touch your hair for good measure, turning your head to smile sweetly in thanks.Â
âThis is new. But I like it. I like it a lot.â You say a bit shyly, looking down at your pom poms before Kageyama suddenly embraces you from behind, hugging your back into his chest as you flush at the strange affection he rarely showed. It only lasted a mere few seconds, and you laugh at how red his cheeks had turned, not being able to resist placing a kiss on the side of his jaw.Â
What you didnât know, was that you were just adding on to the show that Kageyama was putting on for his team, staking his claim. As you waved him off, cheeks pinkened from the foreign actions, you then notice the slacked jaws of the Karasuno team. Hesitantly, you offer an awkward wave as most of them awkwardly wave back.Â
âKageyama, you couldâve just said that she was-âÂ
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.âÂ
Iwaizumi
âSince when do the cheerleaders come to the volleyball games?âÂ
âSince today, apparently.â You cheekily grin at your ace boyfriend, Iwaizumi rolling his eyes in turn as you pout. âWhat, are you not happy Iâm here?âÂ
âNo...I just donât want to get um, distracted.âÂ
You blink, glancing down at your cheer attire before smirking slightly. âOh? And what would get you distracted?âÂ
âCheeky brat.â Iwaizumi mumbles in slight irritation, ears reddened as he pinches your cheek, causing you to whine. âThe other fools in the stands might look at you.âÂ
âWow, babe. Iâm suddenly glad you donât come to watch me cheer.âÂ
âWhat-?â
âNothing!â You chirp, pulling Iwaizumiâs collar down to meet your lips quickly as you take off running before he can scold you, leaving the third-year a blushing mess at the hands of a first-year. Scowling, he turns back as his team joins him in the gym, pumped for the next set.Â
âOho, is the reason I think you went before us the correct one?â Oikawaâs smirk is infuriating and knowing, Iwa shoving him in his shoulder with his own.Â
âShut it, you piece of trash.â Iwa warns, beginning to stretch his legs before he pauses, seeing you take off your jacket from across the court along with your other teammates, feeling his breathing hitch.Â
Damn did you look good in uniform.Â
Apparently, he wasnât the only one who thought that. Oikawaâs low whistle from next to him was enough for Iwa to âaccidentallyâ throw his water bottle over his shoulder, feeling satisfied with the sound of pain that came from his best friend.Â
âHah, Iâm so nervous...âÂ
âIs it because of the cheerleaders, Kindaichi?â Kunimi sighs, wrapping his fingers as Kindaichi scratches the back of his neck, cheeks flushed.
âW-well, yeah...plus (Y/N) from our class is part of it.âÂ
Iwaizumi stalls.Â
âYeah. I get it. Itâs totally different seeing her in uniform.â Kunimi shrugs, not looking up from his taped fingers. Iwa feels an emotion he canât describe rise in his chest, the breaths through his nose starting to become ones to control his breathing.Â
âWhoaaa, lemme see!â Yahaba pushes Watariâs head down, smirking slightly as his eyes trace shamelessly over your exposed skin from a distance. âSheâs a first year? Damn Kindaichi, have you made your move yet?âÂ
âW-WHat? I donât like her, I heard sheâs dating a senior! Itâs just new seeing her so...âÂ
âExposed?â Kunimi offers, still not noticing the amused team captain and deadly aura their ace was giving off as Kindaichi nods brightly to his friend.
âYeah! That.âÂ
Hanamaki and Mattsun both take careful steps in front of the first years, being sure that theyâre blocking the view from the now pissed-off ace.Â
âNow, Now Iwa...âÂ
âWe need them for when we leave, please donât hurt them.âÂ
âUh...senpai? Why-?âÂ
The humorless chuckle that slips Iwaâs lips is able to silence the whole team, sending shivers down the underclassmenâs backs as Kyotani watches on, indifferent. Â
âYou wanted to know why, right Yahaba?âÂ
âU-um..yes?â The last part comes out as a squeak as Iwaâs suddenly lifting himself out of stretching position and walking up to you, fire on his heels. You yelp when Iwaizumiâs strong grip clasps on your forearm, careful not to hurt you but still being a tad forceful about it as he pulls you away from your now confused team.Â
âIwa?â You blink as Iwa jerks his jacket off his body in hasty movements, dark eyes brimmed with a possessive kind of feeling as he wraps it around your upper body, not even letting your arms through the holes as the sleeves hang loosely at your side.Â
As heâs zipping it up, his dark eyes are stare into yours with an intensity that made you gulp. âIâm suddenly glad Iâve never come to see you cheer.â He grits out, fingers lifting your chin upwards so he could capture your lips aggressively, leaving your breathing unsteady when he pulls back, a bit of your lipstick on the corner of his mouth as he smirks slightly at your dazed features.Â
âGood. Now they know.âÂ
You blink, still in a daze as you adjust Iwaâs jacket so that you could wear it with the sleeves, turning back to your shocked team with widened eyes. To your dismay, they were all giggling and motioning you back into the circle to tell them what had just occurred, your friends already fixing your lipstick for you as you try to hide your face in embarrassment.Â
Oikawaâs amused grin for once, doesnât piss off the ace as Iwa goes back to stretching as if nothing had happened. âIwa, youâve got a little something-âÂ
âLeave it.â Iwa doesnât look up from his legs, his tone taking on a chilling one as he taps the lipstick mark on the corner of his lips once. The underclassmen all share a shiver as Iwa lifts his head, dark eyes spinning with triumphant rage as Hanamaki and Mattsun sigh.Â
âJust in case they forget.âÂ
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mind games [part fourteen]
masterlist | part thirteen | part fifteen
zuko x fem!reader fluff, angst smau (it has the social media elements, but not as much as the last series)
avatar: the last airbender
summary - being zukoâs best friend is the easiest thing in the world. until he gets a girlfriend and you realize youâre in love with him
warnings / includes - Â (this counts for any/all chapters) - fighting, suggestive, language, crying, alcohol, cheating, talk about injuries, making out, alluding to sex, talks about sex. you are sokka and kataraâs older sister. you, mai, and zuko are seniors in college, sokka and suki are juniors, katara, aang, and toph are sophomores
note - this is just a filler chapter for the next enjoy!
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âhmm,â mai hummed, turning around and wrapping her arms around jetâs middle. she opened her eyes lowly and looked up at him, a smile creeping up her face.Â
jet sighed and looked down at her, giving her a quizzical look. âwhy do you look so happy?â
âi justâŚâ mai sighed, âlike having you here in the mornings.â
âoh, yeah? why?â jet smirked. âwell one, youâre amazing at sex. two, youâre not a cuddle-hog like zuko,â she explained.Â
jet chuckled, nodding and laying his head back down on the pillow. he looked up at maiâs ceiling, closing his eyes. he breathed in and out, beginning to think about all the things he had to do today. it was the first week of summer and everyone was enjoying themselves before they had to buckle down and get a real job, not just the JD and clothing stores.Â
he knew he had to go and pick up food for appa and momo, do laundry, pick up your jeans from the dry cleaners.Â
jetâs eyes flew open once you came into his mind. he took maiâs arm and threw. it off of him, quickly getting up to find his clothes. mai frowned at his hasty behaviour, getting up and wrapping her blanket around her.Â
âwhereâre you going?â she asked. âi-i have to go and run some errands,â jet answered, jumping into his jeans.Â
mai rolled her eyes as she knew that his errands all were pertained to you. âwhat kind of errands.â
âpick up appa and momo food, pick up y/nâs jeans from the dry cleaners, other. stuff,â he said.Â
ây/n can pick up her own clothes. sheâs an adult for spiritâs sake,â mai spat. she sauntered over to jet, taking his hand in herâs and pulling him close. âcâmon, stay for a while. we never hang out after ten.â
âand thereâs a reason for that, mai,â he rolled his eyes. he yanked her hand away from his, putting his shirt back on. âi gotta go. iâll call you later, yeah?â
mai frowned and followed him out of her room. âshe knows you know.â
jet scoffed, âshe doesnât know shit.â âwell, sheâs gonna. better just milk it until she figures it out. i hate to say it, but sheâs smart,â mai said.Â
âyeah, and what about zuko, huh?â jet shot back.Â
âheâs going to break up with me soon. him and y/n are in love with each other. better just let the cat out of the bag.â
âno. sheâs not going to figure out and iâm not going to âmilk itâ or whatever because after this, weâre done.âÂ
mai laughed, âyeah, right. thatâs what you said the last time.â
jet snapped his head to her, giving her a hard glare. âyou and i have partners already. this, us, we are a mistake, and you know it.â he made his way down the stairs, getting his shoes and slipping them on.Â
âso? you seem to forget that whenever you come over!â mai balled her hands into fists, still standing on the top of the stairs.Â
âi still love her, okay!â jet yelled back, looking at mai. âi-i still love y/n. sheâs the best thing that has ever happened to me. you? youâre the worst.â
âif you really loved her, then you wouldnât be in my bed every weekend,â mai snapped.Â
jet looked down at the floor, knowing that she was right. he didnât say anything, though, instead going out the door and slamming it shut.Â
while jet drove back to his place, you were at your siblingâs house, hanging out with zuko.Â
âgonna do it tonight, huh?â you asked. âyep. is it bad if i say that i canât wait?â zuko asked.Â
âi donât think so,â you shook your head. zuko smiled, âugh, i canât wait to be a free man!â
âwell, hey, now youâre being a little mean,â you said.Â
âwell itâs true,â he shrugged. âcut mai some slack. i know you two fight a lot, but i can tell she cares about you,â you nudged him.Â
âyeah, sure. well, i donât care about or love her,â he said.Â
you smirked and leaned against the counter. zuko furrowed his brows, âwhat?â
âi know you say that, but letâs be honest, you love her more than you think,â you explained.
zukoâs face fell and he looked down. honestly, he never really loved mai. sure, heâd said it to her, and he told his friends how great she was. he just didnât love her like she should. his heart belonged to someone else, anyways.
you frowned and put a hand on his bicep, your heart fluttering as you felt over the muscle. you pushed away your budding feelings and focused on the task at hand.
âdid i say something wrong?â you asked tentatively.
zuko shook his head, holding his head up. you were met with his shining, amber eyes. the ones you could get lost in if you let yourself.
âno, i just... i love her but, i donât love her.â
you nodded, âyeah, that makes sense.â
zuko looked into your eyes, speaking before thinking. âdo you love jet?â
your eyes widened at the question and your hand fell from his bicep. you were going to pull away, but zukoâs hand found yours and he intertwined your fingers with his. he never took his eyes off of you for a second.
âdo you love jet?â he asked again. more for himself than for general curiosity.
âi-i do,â you nodded. as you spoke, your eyes couldnât help but trail down to his lips. âi do,â you said more confidently, still looking at his lips.
zukoâs eyes also stared at your lips, both of your hearts pounding against your chests. you felt yourself scoot closer to where you could feel his breath on your lips.
âbut do you love him, y/n?â he asked, putting more emphasis on the word. his arm snaked around your waist, his hand gently cradling the small of your back.
you started to breath heavily, your head spinning at the questions and how close you were to zuko. your eyes flickered up to his eyes, seeing his pupils blown wide. you were sure yours were the same. you went back to looking at his lips, leaning in to press your forehead against his.
âi... i think...â you trailed off. your mind was behind clouded with the idea of kissing him. how good itâd finally feel after all these years, how well your lips would fit together with his. you were sure zuko would kiss you better than jet. zuko was a passionate and sensitive guy, while jet was a passionate, but also tough guy. he kissed you rough, but you wanted a slow, fervent kiss. one you knew only zuko could only provide.
but as you were comparing how the two boys kissed, you got turned off on the idea. you closed your eyes and sighed, pulling away from his embrace.Â
âyeah, i do love him like that,â you mumbled your final answer.
zukoâs heart broke at your words. he knew it was a long shot, but he just wanted you to see that you were with the wrong guy. like he was with the wrong girl.
âum, anyways,â you coughed. âi gotta go and see if jet has picked up my jeans and stuff. iâll see you later, yeah?âÂ
zuko nodded, looking at you longingly. you gave him a small smile, going up to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaving. once zuko heard the door, he pulled out his phone, giving mai a call.
âhey, babe. everything okay?â mai asked.
âuh, yeah,â zuko nodded. âjust um, do you want to come over later? maybe watch a movie?â
mai went silent for a moment, thinking if she should say yes or not.
âmai?â zuko asked. âhuh? o-oh yeah. movie sounds great. what time?â mai asked.
âum, 5?â
it gave him enough time to think about how he was going to break up with her.
âsounds good. are we going to be along?â she asked.
âyep,â he answered. âgreat! see you later!â mai exclaimed before hanging up.
zuko put his phone on the counter, running his hands through his hair in distress. all he wanted was you and he hoped that by dating mai he would be able to get you. how did he manage to screw things up?
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âheh, babe,â you smiled as you walked through the door.
jet looked up his phone, a smile spreading onto his face. âhey. where have you been?â he got up out of his chair and engulfed you in a hug.
you hugged him tentatively, not leaning in or kissing him like usual. âkataraâs. you um, didnât come home last night,â you chuckled nervously. you moved out of his embrace, going to the kitchen cabinets to get yourself something to eat.
âo-oh, yeah. sorry about that,â jet chuckled.
âyou never answered my question,â you said.
âright! well, i was picking up an extra shift at work,â he answered.
you raised your brow while getting out yogurt. âoh, really? why?â
âso i can get some extra money to take you out,â jet explained with a smile.
âyou donât need to take me out. you can come home to me, though. i was lonely,â you frowned.
jet looked at you with regret and guilt. more because he had been sleeping with mai, but you didnât know that.
âiâm sorry,â he sighed. âtonight iâll be here. i promise.â
you looked at him, staring for a few seconds before giving in. you werenât very sure he meant his sorry, or if he was telling the truth, but you had more pressing things to deal with.
âalright. did you pick up my coat?â you asked.
âu-uh, yeah,â jet nodded, confused as to why you still seemed distrusting.
âgreat, thanks,â you walked by him, not bothering to spare him a look.
jet frowned, going over to you. âhey, did i do something wrong?â
âno,â you stated flatly. âi think i did. is it something i said?â jet asked.
you sighed, âi just... donât believe you.â
âw-why?â jet stuttered.
you frowned and looked at him as if it were obvious. âyouâre not coming home at night anymore, youâre making excuses, y-you smell like perfume.â you voice cracked at the last sentence, thoughts of him cheating on you running through your mind.
jet look the collar of his shirt, taking a whiff only to curse at himself in his head. you watched him with wide, tear-filled eyes as the look of realization came onto his face.
âsee? y-youâre hiding something!â you accused.
âiâm not!â jetâs eyes widened. he went to take your hands in his, but they were holding a bowl. so instead he put it hands on your shoulders. âi would never hide or lie to you.â
you glared at him. âyouâre lying. just say youâre cheating on me.â
âiâm not!â he scoffed. âbullshit!â you exclaimed.
âwhy do you think iâm cheating on you?â
âbecause youâre doing exactly what shan did! what else am i supposed to think?â
âthis is just how men act! iâm allowed to stay out at night and hang out with my friends whenever i want!â
âno, thatâs how a boy acts. weâre supposed to be communicating, not fighting for each otherâs trust!â you scolded.
he looked at you helplessly, knowing you were right. he opened his mouth to say apologize, but you stopped him.
âiâm going back to sokkaâs,â you muttered. setting the bowl down harshly and stomping to the garage door.
âb-but you just came back,â jet frowned.
âand iâm leaving. until you can provide me when a better reason, iâm staying there,â you said, grabbing your coat and purse.
âand what if i canât? what if nothing satisfies you?â jet asks.
you sighed and looked at him, tears rolling down your cheeks. âthe truth will satisfy me. if you canât provide that, then... then...â you trailed off, your mouth going dry. you tried to say the words, but it wouldnât come out. it didnât matter anyways, jet already knew what you were going to say.
you gave him one last hurtful look being leaving to your car. jet immediately grabbed the bowl, smashing it to the ground. he put his hands over his face and combed his fingers through his hair violently. tears streamed down his face as he knew he had just potentially lost you for good. how did he manage to screw things up?
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"We should go pick the strawberries over there. Percy and Y/n can work on the ones here."
pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader
words: 3,887
warnings: none?? pls let me know if i missed anything
timeline: post sea of monsters
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a/n: hi hi! I was supposed to post this yesterday, but oops. I don't have much to say. again, it's a little bit of a slow start just because I want to introduce characters and establish relationship dynamics before getting into the good stuff. anyways, i hope you like it! i love hearing feedback so don't hesitate to reach out to me!
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When you were stressed or needed to be alone with your thoughts, you often found yourself in the strawberry fields, either helping collect the harvest or simply sitting on the grass patches nearby. You usually preferred being in the fields alone, peacefully listening to the chirping of the birds and cicadas while inhaling the scent of sun-baked strawberries. However, there were times where you did stumble upon the company of the girls from the Demeter and Aphrodite cabin. You didn't mind hanging out with them, always amused at their banter and choice of conversation. They were always bubbly, taking advantage of the leisure activity to gossip and have girl talk, and it was nice, even if you were just listening.
Today was one of those days where you werenât alone in the fields. Standing alongside Silena, Katie, and your half-sister, Lou Ellen, you find yourself zoning in and out of their conversation. Their chattering and giggling serve as background noise as you focus on cutting the strawberries from their stems to carefully place them in your basket.
"Who do you think are the cutest boys at camp?" You hear Silena ask when you decide to tune back into their conversation. A silence falls amongst the group; Katie and Lou Ellen were suddenly hesitant to speak. You look up, waiting for one of them to break the silence because it definitely wasnât going to be you.
"I know what you're doing! You're trying to find out our crushes," Katie points her finger at Silena accusingly. Lou Ellen nods,
âYeah, we know your tricks, Silena! Youâre gonna try and set us up with people.â
"What? No!" Silena denies, but the smirk on her face said otherwise. "I'm just asking in general! You can find someone cute and not have a crush on them,â she points out. The three of you werenât convinced at Silenaâs claims, and the silence returns. You turn back to what you were doing, not really wanting to trap yourself in this conversation, and you decide to leave the pressure of confession to Katie and Lou Ellen.
"Okay.â Katie turns her body to face you. You hesitantly meet her gaze, already knowing what she's going to confess. "... this might be weird, but I think your brother is really cute," she admits, giggling nervously as she looks at both you and Lou Ellen. You scrunch your nose, shaking your head while Lou Ellen joins your reaction as she gags theatrically. The confession didn't surprise you, but it still felt weird to hear it.
"He's ugly!" You exclaim. Silena laughs, her head thrown back as Katie gasps at your insult about Atticus. Even though this wasn't the first time you've heard this from girls at camp, you still found it strange. Even your mortal friends have told you that they think your brother is adorable. Youâll never admit it out loud to anyone, but you were aware that your brother definitely wasn't ugly. Obviously, he wasn't if almost all of your friends had to mention his appearance at least once. Not only was Atticus conventionally attractive, but he was also a natural flirt, so he got attention from girls fairly easily. So much so that before your mother claimed you, Connor and Travis Stoll swore you guys were going to be claimed by Aphrodite.
You've only seen him flirt a handful of times, usually with the wood nymphs and playfully with the girls from the Aphrodite cabin. It was strange seeing girls flirt with him and giggle at all his stupid jokes because that âsmoothâ Atticus they meet is so different from the Atticus you saw. The Atticus you got to see was a clumsy dork that obsessed over Harry Potter and had a habit of bursting into song whenever he was bored, most often singing his own rendition of a song from a broadway musical or of a rock song from the 90s.
"No, he isn't! His facial structure is amazing!â Katie gushes. âAnd he's tall and has broad shoulders. He's also really funny!" You and Lou Ellen stare at her with a straight face before simultaneously bursting into laughter.
âHeâs a dork!â Lou Ellen chokes through her laughs, and you nod, agreeing with her.
"Hey! I get where Katie is coming from! As his sisters, you guys are biased. Of course, youâre gonna say he's ugly," Silena points out, and you sigh,
âLive with him in the Hermes Cabin for a couple of weeks, and when you see him in his natural state, you wonât find him cute anymore,â you joke. Katie shakes her head,
âI donât believe you. I bet heâs even cuter! Youâre calling him a dork, but jokes on you, I like dorks,â she says playfully, crossing her arms over her chest, and you smile at her.
âTo each their own, I guess.â
"What about you? Who do you think is cute?" Silena asks you. You side-eye the other, and you feel your face heat up. You really didnât want to be the target in this conversation. Turning back to the bushes, you answer her question with a shrug of your shoulders. Silena scoffs, "there has to be someone! We have a good group of guys to choose from at camp."
"I mean, yeahâŚ" you trail off hesitantly, and you feel the stares of the girls as they wait for your answer. You knew they weren't going to let this go, and so, you sigh softly, taking a moment to find the courage to confess. "I guess Percy is cute-"
"Y/n!"
Your breath hitches in your throat, and your shoulder tenses up at the sound of the familiar voice. It was too much of a coincidence that Percy showed up the exact moment you were speaking about him. The girls laugh at your reaction and your cheeks somehow become hotter as Silena smiles at you knowingly. If she didn't sense your crush before, she definitely sensed it now. Snapping your gaze away from her, you find the courage to turn around.
"Hey, Percy," you say, smiling sheepishly. You fiddle with your fingers as you take in his appearance. Percy was wearing his orange camp half-blood shirt and cargo pants. His cheeks were a little flushed at the summer heat, and you assume he probably came from training. As usual, his dark hair was slightly disheveled, and you couldnât help your lips curling into a soft smile.
"Hey, I've been looking for you. You left these on the dock," he says, presenting the black pouch filled with your crystals in his hand. You gasp softly as you take it from him.
"Oh! Thank you. I canât believe I forgot them," You shake your head at yourself as you put them in your strawberry basket in the meantime. You didnât understand how your forgotten crystals never came to your mind once, especially this late in the day.
"No problem. I think theyâre all in there," he smiles at you before acknowledging the girls standing behind you. "Hey, guys.â
He furrowed his eyebrows as they giggle amongst themselves. They murmur a few things to each other before turning their gaze to him again.
"Percy, I wanted to ask who do you think is the prettiest girl at camp?" Silena asks as the girls move to surround him. You're stomach flutters crazily with nerves, and you cringe, feeling embarrassed even though Percy was oblivious to the motive behind the question.
Percy looks around him, shifting his weight from one foot to another,
"This⌠feels like a trap,â he says slowly, making the girls giggle.
"It's not! We just want to know. Anyone, in particular, stands out to you?" Silena steps closer to him.
"Any crushes?" Katie asks.
"There has to be someone, right?" Lou Ellen smiles.
"Um⌠I- why are you guys asking so many questions?" He mutters, his shoulders tense up as he avoids the stares of the three girls practically towering over him.
"Guys, leave him alone," you laugh shortly. "You don't have to answer all that," you reassure him, cutting through their little circle as you squeeze between Silena and Katie.
You stand beside Percy, the girls deciding to step down and return to their original places. Silena smiles, and you can't tell what she's thinking, but you knew that the smile playing on her lips made you nervous. You awkwardly exchange a look with Percy, noticing that he was just as flustered as you were.
"You know⌠I noticed that those bushes over there get a lot of sun," Silena says, breaking her silence as she turns to Katie and Lou Ellen. She points at the bushes about three rows from where you were all standing, and Katie nods,
"We should go pick the strawberries over there. Percy and Y/n can work on the ones here." Silena gives you a smirk, winking at you before turning around and taking the other girls with her.
You resume your strawberry picking, chewing on your button lip. You were hoping that he didn't witness Silena wink at you because if he did, it was then way too obvious that the girls spontaneously set up this. There's a silence for a moment, and you feel your palms start to sweat as you try to figure out what you were going to say to him.
"Where's Ambrose?" Percy asks softly, and you glance over for a second, watching as he picks the strawberries beside you.
"Oh, uh, he ran off a little while ago with my brothers. They're probably playing somewhere." You smile, remembering how Ambrose wasted no time, running over to Alabaster and Ernest the moment they had offered to play with him.
"... how do you play with a ghost dog?" Percy gleams, amused at the idea of playing with Ambrose considering he couldnât touch many things.
"There's a process where you can offer things to his spirit, so he has a few toys that he can play with," you explain. âHe and I play with his toys all the time, but heâs with my brotherâs right now, so they're probably wrestling."
"What? Really? I wouldnât want to wrestle Ambrose,â Percy admits as a short laugh comes from his mouth.
"Yeah, me neither. He would definitely win if we did. Once he was so excited to see me; he jumped on me and knocked me down no problem,â you shake your head. âI think he forgets how big he is, and he ends up getting carried away sometimes.â
You look up from what you were doing, unexpectedly meeting Percyâs green eyes that resemble the color of the Caribbean sea as the sun shines into them. The butterflies in your stomach return, and youâre trying not to focus on the fact that the other was already looking at you. You look elsewhere, suddenly too shy to look at him, but your eyes couldnât help but flicker back to his face. From this close, you noticed things about him that you didnât see before, like the scattered freckles on his face, his long eyelashes, and his slightly chapped lips.
âI-â he stops himself suddenly, and your eyebrows furrow. The tension between you both was something you've never felt before. You didn't understand why Percy looked dazed, staring at you as if he found you to be the most captivating person in the world.
You open your mouth, but before you could speak, you see something moving at the end of the bush row. Breaking your gaze with Percy, you notice Silena's focusing intensely on you and him. It suddenly dawns on you that the strange tension was because she was working that love magic that all the Aphrodite children can do. She smirks when she sees that youâve noticed her, and you swore you saw her mouth a âyouâre welcome.â The tension suddenly falls as she hides behind the bushes right as Percy turns around to find out what you were looking at.
You giggle nervously, âum, yeah. Anyways... Ambrose can put up a fight,â you say, trying to revert to the original topic because you really didnât want to discuss what just happened. You give him a second to get himself together, Percy looking a little disoriented after being under Silena's look magic. He blinks a few times before turning abruptly toward the strawberry bushes. A nervous chuckle leaves his lips, and his hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. He shifts on his feet and nods,
âYeah, I can imagine.â He clears his throat, his voice coming out a little higher than he had intended it to be. You bite your bottom lip, trying to refrain from laughing, and you hum softly in response.
The two of you sat in silence for a bit before your conversation had picked up again. Surprisingly, even after being unknowingly manipulated by Silenaâs magic, Percy moved on quickly from the awkward tension. You found it was easy to talk to him, the two of you chatting as if you didn't just meet yesterday. The two of you talked and laughed a lot, sharing funny stories from quests or about your mortal parents.
Youâve never been a closed-off person, and you were able to share things easily with people, so the conversation flew naturally. You guys talked about the weird perks of your powers. One of the weird perks you shared is your ability to see and communicate with ghosts, and you end up freaking him out with the many stories of your paranormal experiences.
You weren't sure how long you were talking to him, but time felt like it flew by, and eventually, your baskets were filled with strawberries as you finished picking the row. The sun was lower in the sky, and you assume that it was almost time for dinner. You figured you should find your siblings, and Ambrose and Percy had mentioned that he had plans to climb the lava wall with a few of his friends. So you guys placed your baskets in the drop-off section where they package the strawberries, exchanging a short âsee you laterâ before parting ways.
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The last thing Annabeth was expecting to see today was an out-of-breath Atticus bursting into her cabin, but there he was. She jumps in her seat at the sudden bang, the sound cutting through the silence. Her gaze snaps from her book to the door, concerned for a second as Atticus looks panicked. He lets himself in, scoping out the room in search of something.
"What are you-?"
"Have you seen Harvey?" Atticus asks, frantically looking for his familiar. Harvey is a black-footed ferret that was given to him by his mother. When you guys found out that Ambrose was for you, Atticus was pretty bummed. He was jealous that your mother had given you such a cool gift, and you had assumed that she had seen how upset he was because a few days after Hecate officially claimed you, Atticus received Harvey as a present. The morning he met Harvey for the first time, Atticus was thrilled to wake up with the ferret casually sitting on his chest.
"I'm sorry, Harvey? I don't know a Harvey?" Annabeth turns in her chair to face him, her arms crossed over her chest.
"My ferret, have you seen him?" Atticus drops to his knees, looking under the beds and the nightstands. He just saw him jump into the back window of the Athena Cabin, so he was sure that Harvey was hiding somewhere.
"Um, no?" Annabeth rolls her eyes, finding it rude that he has barged in as if he lived there. Suddenly, a small animal jumps from the top of the bookcase beside her and right on her desk. Annabeth yelps, getting up from her seat quick as Harvey snorts, and he clumsily runs across her papers before prancing across all the desks that were lined against the wall.
"Harvey, what are you doing?!" Atticus exclaims as he moves to stand up. He attempts to meet Harvey at the last desk, but Harvey jumps out of his reach just as he closes his fist to grab him. Harvey zooms across the room, forcing him to play a one-sided game of tag that Atticus was definitely losing. He occasionally slips and stumbles, the snorts that leave his snout starting to sound like mocking laughter.
"What's wrong with your rat?" Annabeth jokes as her eyes follow Harvey around the room.
"He's a ferret," Atticus corrects her, mumbling under his breath. He sighs as he tries to catch up with the animal, failing miserably as not only was he crazy fast, he was able to find the smallest corners to hide in.
"Similar family," she shrugs, smirking at him. "And you didn't answer my question."
Atticus sighs, getting on the floor to try and grab Harvey, whoâs tucked in the corner under one of the beds. He squints at the small animal, not sure why heâs acting this way when Harvey was curled up on his desk, peacefully taking a nap about 20 minutes ago.
"He does this sometimes. I don't know. He wants to play, and then he causes chaos," Atticus grunts, almost grabbing Harvey, but he runs out of his reach once again. Atticus groans as he sits back on his heels, pinching the bridge of his nose. He decides he might as well take a breather since he's been chasing him for the past 10 minutes, and he considers that he should stop entertaining him since Harvey obviously saw this as some game.
He sighs softly, choosing to forget about Harvey as he looks over at Annabeth. Her gray eyes are fixed on him as she leans against the edge of her desk. Her curly blonde locks are pulled back in a messy low ponytail allowing the front strands to frame her face prettily. Atticus smiles as he admires her, taking in her appearance before she starts telling him off.
"You look pretty like that," Atticus compliments, his heart skipping a beat as their eyes meet. He watches as her expression softens for a second, her eyes wide at the random compliment. Atticus smirks softly, not surprised, as her face suddenly darkens into a scowl. If Annabeth felt anything for him, she was good at hiding it.
When Atticus had first arrived at camp last summer, Annabeth and he spoke here and there. Their conversations were brief but pleasant, and Atticus found himself wanting to talk to her more often. As his crush for her grew, he had taken it upon himself to harmlessly flirt with her, hoping sheâd get the hint that he was interested.
"Like what?" She asks, her chin up as she moves to stand up straight on her feet.
"With your hair in a ponytail like that. It's cute.â
"Hmm. Thanks for letting me know, so I'll never do it like this again,â she says in such a serious tone that made Atticus laugh. There it is. Annabeth was always quick to shut him down, and she never failed to make witty comebacks. He was pretty certain that it was just banter, but it made it hard to tell if she was maybe into him. But he never failed to notice how occasionally, sheâd momentarily be lost for words or have a flustered look on her face before it hardened as it did a moment ago.
"You'd be pretty regardless, Chase.â He feels his knees start to ache, and he sighs as he gets back up on his feet.
"Don't call me that," Annabeth says abruptly.
"What? Chase? What do you prefer? Annie? Beth? Anna?" He teases.
"I prefer Annabeth, thank you." She gives him a tight, sarcastic smile, and a short laugh comes from Atticusâs mouth.
"That's not fun, thoughâŚ" His hand comes under his chin as he studies her. He ponders for a second, trying to come up with a name that he can personally call her. Annabeth shifts, avoiding his gaze as she looks elsewhere. She was weirded out that the other was looking at her for so long, and she tried not to show how flustered she actually was. She grunts,
"What?! What are you look-"
"Goldilocks," Atticus blurts out, his finger pointing into the air as his face brightens, thinking heâs an absolute genius for coming up with that name. Annabeth shakes her head,
"Don't call me th-"
"It's been decided. I will call you goldilocks. No one else can call you that," Atticus cuts her off, the same proud smile plastered on his face even though Annabethâs eyes narrow dangerously at him. Atticus takes a step back hesitantly. At first glance, she didnât come off as intimidating, but Atticus knew better. He was always sure not to push her too far because he was completely aware of her ability to kill him.
Atticus suddenly remembers Harvey, noticing how the sound of his little feet pattering along the wooden floor ceased a while ago. He scans the room finding Harvey standing on his hind legs a couple of feet away, calmly watching them. Atticus still couldnât understand why he had acted so strangely. Familiars couldnât talk, obviously because theyâre animals but their actions are never out of vain. Theyâre usually trying to tell you something if theyâre acting strange, and it takes a while to put the pieces together since there is only so much they can do. After thinking for a second, it dawns on Atticus that Harvey purposely made him come to the Athena Cabin so that he can talk to Annabeth. He smiles to himself, walking toward Harvey. He didnât run away this time, allowing Atticus to put him on his shoulder.
"He just stopped,â Annabeth points out, her head tilting to the side.
"Probably got tired?" Atticus makes an excuse for him, not wanting to admit that Harvey had decided to be his wingman today. "Sorry for barging in, by the way," he apologizes. âI saw him jump in from the window, and I was worried heâd break something.â
"Whatever. Donât do it again.â
"Got it. Well, I'll see you around, Goldilocks. Happy studying.â Atticus turns on his heels, hearing a scoff coming from Annabeth as he walks out of the cabin.
"When did I ask you to be my wingman?" Atticus asks Harvey as he walks off the steps of the Athena Cabin. He reaches up, his index finger petting the top of his head. "You're crazy, bud... But she is cute, isn't she?" Atticus laughs, Harvey snorting as if he agrees with him.
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Three Months Apart
Tommy x Reader
angst + maybe a happy ending?
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Today was the day you were going to ask him.
Youâve been with Thomas for over six years. The countless parties and weddings youâve attended together become more and more intolerable. All because every time you went to them, the more you wanted to have your own. Â
It didnât help that your family was pressuring you to it, no matter how against they were of your relationship. Your father often told you, that If you were going to associate yourself with such a dangerous family, might as well make sure youâre officially entitled to their protection.
You gave him the signs, hell even Polly and John started dropping their own hints at him to help you after they figured out what youâve been trying to do. But as much as Thomas was one of the most intelligent people you know, he seemed to be oblivious about it.
Pacing back and forth outside his office, you were close to backing out when the door opened, revealing Thomas.
âIs there a reason why youâve been pacing back and forth out here for the last three minutes?â your boyfriend asks you with a smile.
âI uh⌠wanted to talk.â You answered quietly, walking inside.
Thomas was confused with the nervousness of you voice. Closing the door, he turned to see you already on the seat in front of his desk, fidgeting with your fingers.
âIs there something wrong, Y/N?â He asked you.
âA friend of mine from London is getting married next month.â You donât know how, but that lie just rolled off your tongue.
âY/N, you know you donât have to be nervous about asking me to be your date, right? Weâve gone through occasions like these about a hundred times.â He chuckled.
âRight. Weâve been through a lot of weddings.â You nodded, smiling. âBut I never got the chance to ask you the very same thing I often ask my other unmarried friends.â
âWell shoot, darling.â He walked towards you and took the seat opposite yours.
âDo you think theyâre making the right decision?" you finally asked him, feeling a rush out of your system. You didnât even realize how tense this has been making you.
âFrankly, if itâs no benefit for a company, like letâs say an official alliance, then itâs a waste of time and money.â He answered nonchalant, taking a cigarette out of his pocket.
No matter how appalled you were at his response, you tried not to show it.
âNot even if they do love each other?â You felt your throat tighten up.
Thomas sighed. âIf they really do love each other, they wouldnât need to have such a unecessary event to shove it to other peopleâs face.â
âGood God, Thomas.â You whispered.
âTom, itâs more than just telling the world how much you love each other. Itâs also sealing devotion to each other. Giving them the gift of the right t-to letâs say, visit you in a hospital without having to wait for a real family member tell them that you are indeed the patientâs significant other. Or not having to deal with stupid people labeling you as their whore or temporary piece anymore.â You ranted to him, not being able to hold back in including your personal reasons.
âIs this what this is all about? You let those petty comments in your head even after years of being together?â He asked you, irritated. You stood up from your seat.
âIâm a woman, Thomas. And itâs quiet disappointing that at this time of age, being one still isnât that significant. I quit my job for you. I left the comfort of my familyâs home for you. Everyone I run into knows Iâm with you. Now God forbid, but what would become of me if one of your dangerous antics would lead you to your demise? Who would hire a Shelby trash? And I might as well kill myself if Iâd have to go back and hear my motherâs non-ending comments about me.â
âYou know my familyâs still going to take care of you.â He answered quietly, still wrapping his head around your sudden outburst.
âThatâs not the point.â At this rate, you were gripping your dress to stop yourself from crying. Not until you ask him one more thing at least.
âHave you even thought about marrying me?â You blinked at him, hopefulness laced your voice.
But for the first time in the years youâve been with him, Thomas Shelby was out for words in an argument. Your question left his mouth parted, trying to give you an answer.
Your stomach dropped. The defeated look on your face almost pushed him to give you the lie you wanted to hear, but he couldnât do that to you.
âI understand." You said looking down at your dress and running your hands through it as if an effort to smooth it out, when you were only trying not to show the tears that have finally spilled.
Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself from the dreadful thing you were about to say next.
"I canât do this anymore.â You barely said and willed your shaking self to walk out from him that day.
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That was three months ago.
You were in your fatherâs debt for helping you âdisappearâ off the radar for a little while. He sent you to live with a wealthy distant relative in the countryside, giving you time to pick yourself up and work on your personal happiness again.
It was safe to say that you were getting there, if it werenât just for your own mind betraying you every once in a while, when youâd unexpectedly think or dream about him.
And of course, there were times where you almost regretted that day. You were already happy, right? But at the same time, it was better than spending more years before realizing heâd never marry you.
Thomas. You hadnât heard directly from him ever since that day. Of course you gave a haste tearful goodbye to everybody, promising to write to them in the future. But it was a few letters from your sister that gave you a few updates.
Sheâd told you how he came to your familyâs home a bunch of times on the first month, asking for your fatherâs favor to tell him where you were. On the second month heâd resort to calling every now and then, but on the third, there was nothing.
You guess heâd finally move on. And that was your cue to finally come home.
A few days back in your familyâs home, one of your maids handed you an invitation to your name. It was dated a month back, but what caught your attention was that the seal was clearly already opened.
âIt got delivered straight to the Shelbys first, miss.â She told you after seeing your confused expression.
Giving her a nod and a small smile, you opened it and saw that it was a formal invitation to a friendâs engagement party, set three nights from now.
âShould I send you sincerest regrets?â She asked you, and you stared back at her. âS-since you just got back from a trip.â She clarified awkwardly.
âNo. Just go with me to find a dress tomorrow, please.â
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âI almost lost hope that youâd even come, Y/Nâ your friend hugged you as soon as she got you alone after introducing you to her betrothed.
âDonât be daft. Iâd never miss a chance to see my friends happy.â You smiled at her. âI never even knew you were dating someone.â
âYeah, itâs for the familyâs benefit. We like each other though, so itâs no problem.â She explained, chuckling. âSoâŚâ she continued. âWhere have you been these past few months? I tried calling but all I got was that youâre out for a vacation.â
âIâm no longer with Thomas. Had to clear my head for a lil bit." You smiled awkwardly. Sooner or later you had to tell people anyway.
âY/N I- I am so sorry for the invitation mishap. Had I known, I wouldnât have sent it to his address or listed him as your plus one.â She squeezed your hand in remorse.
âItâs fine, really. You didnât know.â You assured her.
She was smiling at you in gratitude, but something behind you caught her eye that made her gape in surprise. Curious, you turned your head and saw that it was no other than your ex-boyfriend heading your way.
âDo you want me to get someone to escort him out?â You friend asked in panic. Turning to face her, you took a deep breath to calm yourself.
âNo, Iâll handle it. What I want you to do is enjoy your party, okay?â You smiled reassuringly. Giving your hand one last squeeze, she excused herself when Thomas was a few steps away.
Turning to face him, you were surprisingly feeling calmer than expected.
âMr. Shelby.â You addressed him with a curt nod.
âCan I talk to you in private?â he cut to the chase. You bit your tongue back from making a remark about his lack of greeting, after seeing how his eyes were pleading despite his cold tone.
âLead the way.â You found yourself saying.
On your way to wherever he was going, you caught your friendâs worried eye, and gave her a playful scolding look for not enjoying herself like you asked. Sure enough, he led you both in an unoccupied room that looked like someoneâs study.
As soon as he closed the door behind him, you were taken aback when he suddenly charged at you and engulfed you in his arms. Thankfully, you were quick enough to steady yourself so that you both wouldnât fall.
âPlease donât ever call me that ever again.â He whispered in your ear, shakily.
âW-wha-â
âMr. Shelby. Please donât ever call me like I'm just some associate. I hate it.â He cut you off. Your eyes watered at the tone of his voice. It sounded like he was as miserable as youâve been these past few months.
Unable to give him any response, he slowly finally let go of you from his embrace and faced you. Looking at him, he was in one of his expensive suits, but that could only take away a little of your attention from his real state.
He had never looked as tired as he does right now, he looked like he lost a few pounds, his skin was paler than usual. You resisted the urge to touch his face.
âIâm sorry.â He finally spoke up.
âIâm fine now, Thomas.â You answered, though the lone tear that rolled down your cheek said otherwise.
âIâm not.â He answered frankly. âThese past three months have been hell, Y/N. I kept going to your father, begging him to tell me where you were, until Poll told me that the more I persisted, the longer I wouldnât see you.â He wiped the tear on your cheek with his thumb.
âH-how did you know Iâll be here?â you whispered, still trying to find you voice.
âI opened the invitation. But I risked going here just without guarantee you'd come.â He explained to you.
âI was in a distant auntâs home. I just had to get away.â You didnât know what else to say, so you told him where youâve been. âIt had a big garden, and I was treated really well there. They gave me everything I requested, I got to ri-â
âMarry me.â He told you in the middle of your babbling, catching you off-guard once more. âIt was selfish of me to merely think of marriage the way I did, without even thinking about how it would mean for you.â
Recovering from the shock, you shook your head at him.
âNo.â You replied sternly.
âNo?â the hurt in his tone didnât go unnoticed.
âI donât want to force you into doing something you donât believe in Thomas. I left not because I didnât love you anymore. I did it because we want different things, and we both deserve to be with someone who would have the same mindset as we do. Because yes, I wouldâve just accepted your answer and be content with our relationship. But I knew that along the way Iâd start to resent you. I never want that to happen.â
âBut thatâs the thing, Y/N.â He held both of your arms. âWhen you left, I thought about everything you said and asked. You asked if I ever thought about marrying you. No, I havenât, but I always thought about spending my life with you, having kids, owning a home together, and all that hosting events bullshit.â He chuckled. âAnd I realized that I can have that. But I also want to make it official first.â He added softly.
At this point, you couldnât answer him anymore as tears prickled your eyes. Then he got down on one knee before your standing figure.
âNow please, Y/N. Will you take me out of my own misery and give me your hand in marriage?â He was already crying too. Who knew that the excruciating past three months would lead you both to here.
But just when you were about to give him your answer, the door suddenly opened, revealing your friend who had worry written all over her face. But it quickly turned into a shocked one when she saw that what Thomas was doing.
âI thought you were in trouble since you were taking too long.â She smiled sheepishly at both of you.
You smiled back at her. Then turned your attention back to Thomas.
âI guess we should invite her first, then.â
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Passing the Test
Summary: Marcus finds a used pregnancy test in the bathroom trash... but it isnât yours.
Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader, heavily familiar relationship between teenage Missy and Reader.
Word Count: 2.6k plus ~500 bonus scene
Rating/Warnings: Non-explicit talk of sex (parent/child safe sex discussion,) Pregnancy scares, discussions of having children, mentions of birth control, pills and doctors. Fainting. Itâs tame in the sense of content rating, but I know these can be triggering topics to some. Take care of yourselves <3
It was a simple, normal Sunday morning⌠right up until it wasnât.
Breakfast was wrapping up. Missy was picking at her plate, slowly finishing up her waffles as her teenage brain woke-up. Marcus had finished quickly, starving after his early morning run. Youâd already eaten and were already started on washing up. Marcus dropped his plate off with you at the sink, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he thanked you for breakfast before taking off towards the bathroom to shower.
You didnât hear the shower turn on as you expected, instead hearing Marcus making his way back down the hall to the kitchen.
âUh⌠sweetheart? W-whatâs this?â Your brow furrowed as you looked over your shoulder to see what your husband was talking about. His voice was small, almost panicked, and you didnât know what would cause him to have that reaction. He was the one in the house who killed any bugs that showed up and youâd never had a rodent problem. You were wondering what he could have found in the bathroom until you saw the plastic stick he was holding.
Your breath caught in your throat, immediately recognizing the pregnancy test. As a woman, youâd taken them before. Accidents happen, sometimes stress or illness delays natureâs flow, youâd been there. However, you hadnât been there recently.
You glanced at Missy, seeing it written all over the girlâs face. She was frozen, mortified. She looked like sheâd forgotten how to breathe. To be fair, you felt like youâd forgotten how to breathe too. You looked back at Marcus, but his eyes had never left you. The loving, doting father hadnât even considered the other option in front of him and honestly you didnât know if you could break the news to him.
âOh, uh.â You stuttered as you tried to wrap your brain around all the new information thrown your way.
Missy was sexually active. She was 17, it wasnât surprising, but she hadnât brought it up. You werenât sure you had expected her to but you had tried to make it clear as she grew that you would be there for her if she needed a woman to talk to instead of her father. Not only was she having sex, but sheâd had a scare. Was she late? Did the condom break - please lord, you prayed, let her be using condoms. Was she⌠You were too young to be a grandmother. A step-grandmother. Was that even a thing?
As you processed everything, Marcus crossed the kitchen to you while Missy had slunk down in her chair about as low as she could go.
âDid you think... â He trailed off, his voice soft. âWhy didnât you say anything?â
You opened and closed your mouth, looking for the right way to answer this. You hadnât said anything because youâd had no idea someone in the house had taken a test!
âI wasnât sure.â You mumbled, mouth going dry as you didnât correct his assumption. One step at a time.
First, find out what the result of that test is.
Second, have a long, long, long talk with Missy about many, many things. Safe sex and hiding things we donât want to be found among them.
Third⌠make brain work again? You had no idea where to go from there, but you supposed step three would become clear from the results of steps one and two.
Then, there was the issue literally staring you in the face. Marcus. The two of you had talked about children earlier on in the relationship as things grew serious. He told you that he wasnât ready for more and you accepted that. You loved Missy and loved having a piece of her to share as you three became a family unit. The topic never came up again, so you just assumed Marcus didnât want another child. Youâd stayed on the pill and that was that. You always thought that if he changed his mind, heâd bring it up. It wasnât something hidden. He saw your pack of pills on the nightstand that you took daily, and youâd even mentioned aloud a few times when you needed to get them refilled. There was plenty of opportunity for him to bring it up if he thought maybe you should go off them.
âYou still could have talked to me. I would have sat with you or something.â Marcus told you, setting the test down on the counter to take both of your hands in his.Â
You stared at the little piece of plastic, mentally thanking whoever was listening that Missy had splurged for the digital type. The word ânegativeâ sprawled on the screen, and you didnât have to try to subtly decipher whether you were hoping for one line or two. You felt like you could breathe again.
âIt wasnât a big deal.â You shook your head. âJust late, wanted to make sure.â
You saw Missy gaping at you out of the corner of your eye, clearly surprised you were taking the fall for her.
âHow did you feel? About the result?â He asked gently, this thumb stroking the back of your hand.Â
âMaybe we should talk about this later,â you suggested, letting your eyes shoot in the direction of the teenager at the table, hoping Marcus would get that youâd rather talk in private. Youâd also rather have a bit of time to wrap your head around everything that was just dropped on you.
Marcusâ eyes moved with yours, seeing Missy slumped in her seat making herself as small as possible. âOkay. Weâll talk later.â He promised, kissing your forehead.
You nodded in agreement and he squeezed your hands before letting them drop. As he left to take that shower, the tension in the room was palpable.
Missy started to speak but you shushed her, raising a finger in her direction while still watching down the hallway. âWait til he starts the shower. Then weâll talk.â You instructed quietly, glancing her way.Â
Part of you felt bad for the girl, she looked absolutely mortified - and youâd seen her look plenty embarrassed before by her fatherâs helicopter parenting and bad jokes. On the other hand however, if she was old enough to need that test, sheâd have to take this talk like an adult.
Neither of you moved until the shower started. As soon as you heard the water in the pipes, you marched to the table and sat next to her.
âIâm sorry-â
âWhatâs going on, Missy?â You interrupted the girlâs plea. âDonât you dare lie to me after I covered for you with your dad. Why did you take that test?â
She stared down at the tabletop, blinking rapidly as she fought the tears welling in her eyes. âIâm late.â She admitted.
âHow late?â
âJust a few days.â
âAnd how long have you been having sex for?â
She looked up at you, face turning red.
âNo, no, no.â You chided. âYou want to act grown, weâre gonna talk like youâre grown. How long?â
âCouple of months.â She mumbled, shrugging as she avoided looking you in the eye.
âAre you being safe? Condoms, birth control?â
âCondoms.â
You breathed a sigh of relief. âThank god.â
âIâm not stupid, you know.â She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
âOh, I beg to differ.â You huffed. âIf you were smart you would have hidden that test so your dad didnât find it.â
âIâm sorry!â She cried, tightening her grip on herself. âI was just so relieved it came out negative, I didnât think...â
You took a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of your nose. You knew you needed to be smart about how you talked to Missy. If you were too harsh, she wouldnât come to you in the future. If you were too lenient, sheâd think a pregnancy scare at her age was no big deal and she might continue to be careless.
âMissy,â you started. âI really wish you would have come to me about this.â
âI didnât want you to get mad. Or tell dad.â She admitted, still staring down at the table.
âYouâre lucky heâs a definition himbo.â You joked, trying to lighten the mood.
She shot you a look, brows furrowed. âNobody says that anymore.â She grumbled, making you sigh. Teenagers.
âThatâs not the point.â You shook your head. âMissy, I wouldnât have gotten mad. I probably would have asked questions, but I would have been there for you, helped you through it. Iâve been there, I know how scary it is.â
Missy nodded as you saw a tear roll down her cheek. You reached over and took her hand in your own.
âDid you only take one test?â You asked, which she answered with a nod.
âOkay. Iâll go out later today to get another, just so we can be sure. Then Monday I think we should make an appointment about getting on you some form of birth control.â You planned.
âThereâs more than one kind?â Missy mumbled.
âOh hon, yeah thereâs a few.â You smiled gently, trying not to make fun of the girl for her lack of knowledge. âI can see if my doctor has an opening if you want, sheâs really great.â
Missy nodded. You reached over with your free hand to rub her arm comfortingly. âUntil we get that sorted, can you try to⌠hold off for a bit?â
âYeah, I can do that.â She rolled her eyes, wiping away her tears. âThis whole thing kinda scared me off of... it.â
âI wish that would last,â you chuckled, âbut it wonât. Teenage hormones suck.â
The silence that settled between you two wasnât wrought with the same tension as before. The tension this time was of nerves, you scared for your step-daughter and Missy shaken up by her whole ordeal.
âDo you have any questions, anything youâre confused about?â You prompted, trying to open the floor to her.
âAre you gonna tell Dad?â She asked quietly. So quietly you almost didnât hear her.
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you tried to think about it. One on hand, you didnât want to be keeping anything from Marcus, especially when it came to his daughter. On the other hand, you knew you were lucky your mother had been around to deal with this part of your life. You would have been mortified having to go to your father for sex stuff.
âI wonât tell him,â you decided. The relief in the teenâs eyes was palpable, and she looked like she was going to cry again. âBut you have to promise me that youâll talk to an adult about things like this. You can always come to me, but if youâre not comfortable with that-â
âNo, now that I know youâre not gonna tell dad-â Missy started, but you cut her off firmly but gently.
âLet me finish. Iâm glad youâre comfortable talking to me now, but if you ever arenât, please talk to your Abuela or the doctor, or a counsellor at school, okay? I know youâre 17 and you think you know everything. I was the same way, everyone is at your age, but an adult can help you with this stuff, okay?â
Missy agreed as the two of you heard the shower shut off. You fought the urge to sigh as you remembered the other side of this coin: the conversation you had to have with Marcus now.
âWhy donât you go clean up?â You offered, wiping away the rest of Missyâs tears with your thumb. âIâm already lying to your father for you, I donât need to explain to him why you were crying too.â
Missy laughed a little at that, a small pitiful laugh but a laugh all the same. She stood, wrapping her arms around you. You were surprised, but you returned the hug.
âThank you.â She whispered before running off to her room. The door closed behind her and it didnât take long for loud music to start playing.
You slumped down, resting your head in your hands as you took several deep breaths. You gave yourself a pep talk in your head, convincing yourself youâre doing the right thing by keeping this from Marcus, and encouraging yourself that you handled the situation well. You went over the plan again in your head, pretty sure you had your bases covered to take care of Missy in light of the scare. Once youâd gotten her in with the doctor, youâd have a more in depth talk with her about safe sex and being responsible with her body.
You heard Marcusâ footsteps, soft against the carpet of the hallway carpet, before he paused at the entrance to the kitchen.
âHey, is everything okay?â He asked, coming up to rest his hands on your shoulders.
âYeah, I think I just feel a headache coming on.â You told him, which wasnât untrue. You could definitely feel the beginnings of a stress headache prickling at the edges of your consciousness.
Marcusâ large hands started massaging your shoulders, making you groan softly in delight.
âIs it becauseâŚâ He trailed off, but he didnât need to continue for you to know he meant the test. Heâd probably been thinking about it the whole time he was in the shower, and it was probably best to get this conversation out of the way rather than to let it fester. You nodded, letting him know it was - which wasnât a lie.
His hands stopped massaging your shoulders, running up and down your arms a few times before he sat next to you in the chair Missy had just vacated.
âIâm sorry you went through that alone,â he started, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. It made you smile at his sweetness.
âIt was my choice. Iâm sorry I kept it from you.â You knew at this point the two of you were having two different conversations, you were apologizing for keeping Missyâs secret from him but you did truly believe it to be the right decision. At least for now. Maybe someday when sheâs older and out of the house, youâd tell him and laugh.
âWeâve never really talked about it. Not since the beginning.â Marcus got a faraway look in his eyes and you knew he was remembering the date you two had been on when the conversation was had.
âYeah, but thatâs okay.â You squeezed his hand, bringing him back to the now. âI like what we have.â
Marcus frowned, his deep brown eyes filled with worry not unlike Missyâs had been minutes before. âAre you sure? I saw the test and⌠I just suddenly felt like I was holding you back. If thatâs something you want, we should discuss it.â
âAnd if it was something I felt strongly about, I would have brought it up.â You promised him. You knew right from the start of your relationship he was worried about holding you back. You were younger than him with the world at your feet. He was a widowed single father with a young daughter and a career in fighting supervillains and aliens. He didnât just have baggage, he had a storage locker of issues.
âAlright.â Marcus sighed, but you could still see the trepidation in his eyes. You smiled at him, pulling him into a kiss.
âDonât worry babe, I donât think I could handle another teenager.â You teased. Today was probably one of the most difficult moments youâd had as a step-mother aside from the initial growing pains of your relationship with Missy, but youâd all survived it.
Marcus laughed and you were happy to see a joyful sparkle replace the worry in his eyes. âYeah, tell me about it.â He glanced towards Missyâs room where her loud music was still blaring. He shook his head before standing, picking up Missyâs abandoned plate. You expected him to take it to the sink but he stopped behind you, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
âAlthough, theyâre really stinkinâ adorable when theyâre babies.â He confessed, shocking you into silence. He kissed the side of your head and moved to the sink to wash Missyâs plate.
Or it could have gone something like this...
You were sitting at the edge of your bed, stretching as you woke up for the day. Marcus had opened the curtains a crack before he left for his run and you could see it was going to be a beautiful day out. You stood slowly, unrolling your spine as you got your balance.
You heard the front door open and close. You must have slept in later than youâd meant to since you usually had breakfast ready by the time Marcus got back from his run. Or heâd left earlier than usual. Either way, that just meant he could shower while you were cooking. You blinked your bleary eyes as you crossed to your dresser for some lounge clothes to wear. You were in one of Marcusâ old t-shirts and your underwear and figured youâd at least put some pants on before leaving the room.
You could hear him through the hall as he made his way to the bathroom, his footsteps falling a little heavier on the carpet after exerting himself, still panting lightly. You yawned away the sleep, struggling to keep your balance as you pulled a pair of plaid shorts up your legs. Youâd just gotten them over your hips when the door opened.
You looked up, seeing Marcus still sweaty and flushed from his run. He was staring at something in his hand looking completely confused. You furrowed your brows, trying to focus on the small object as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.
âUh⌠sweetheart? W-whatâs this?â He asked, holding it up for you to see. It took you a moment to register what the thin stick of plastic was.
âThatâs not mine.â You defended. You were on the pill and hadnât had any recent scares. If you had, you would have shared that with Marcus. But if it wasnât yours...
Your eyes widened as your sleep-addled brain caught up to the real world. It felt like your heart stopped. Marcus seemed to have made the connection just before you did as he stared down at the test in terror.
âMarcus sweetie, itâs probably not what we think,â you tried to calm him as he turned bright red.
âNo. N-no, no, no.â He stuttered, unable to take his eyes off it as his breathing started coming quicker and quicker.
âMarcus, you need to breathe. Relax.â You begged as you watched the emotions crossing his face at a dizzying pace. Fear, anger, confusion, hurt, anger again-
âMissy?â He squeaked pathetically, looking up at you in panic.
âSheâs not a kid anymore, Marcus.â You offered pathetically. You knew Marcus would always see Missy as his little girl despite the fact that she was in her late teens. Youâd had no idea she was sexually active but if sheâd taken a pregnancy test that pretty much spoke for itself.
âBut she-â He whimpered, shaking his head as he stared at the test.Â
You bit your lip, searching for the words to help him accept this. You hadnât even seen the test result yet, so you had no idea how big the problem was about to be.
You watched as his eyes unfocussed, nearly crossing before they rolled back. If you were awake, you would have anticipated what happened next. Since you werenât, you watched helplessly as Marcus face planted in front of you, passed out from the shock of his teenage daughter taking a pregnancy test.
So much for a relaxing Sunday.
A/N: I ended the âfirst endingâ there so that each reader could decide if the conversation that followed would be âwait, we want kids? Letâs go!â or âHaha, babies can be cute as long as theyâre not mine!â So feel free to let your imagination wander.
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Bad Day || Douxie x Reader || One Shot
Summary: Title says it allÂ
Warning: NoneÂ
Word count: Â 2,293
You were really tired of customers today. But you had to get over the fact that you were working at a bookstore. The place you used to worked at, Stuart Electronics, the owner said that he didnât need any employees, since he could manage the customers by himself. Plus, he didnât get many customers. If he didnât earn enough money from the shop, Stuart would just get his taco truck out and earn money from there. But you just took it as he fired you. You were fine with that. But you were definitely not fine with having to deal with customers everyday. Stuart always let you deal with the storage stuff. Â
âY/n? Hello? Anyone home?â a familiar British accent spoke, getting you out of your thoughts.Â
âHuh? Yeah, Iâm home,â you replied.Â
âYouâre not home, you doofus. Youâre at the bookstore. Home is upstairs,â Douxie chuckled.Â
âUh, yeah,â you said.Â
âY/n, you have to focus. Iâll take care of the front. Can you go to the back and get 5 books from the new shipment box that arrived a few days ago?â Douxie asked.Â
You nodded and walked to the back, grabbing the books that Douxie requested.
After about an hour, Douxie finally closed up the shop.Â
âFinally! Iâm so done!â you sighed and plopped yourself down onto an armchair.
âYep! Just another day of our casual life,â Douxie agreed, walking over to the counter and counting the money we earned today.Â
âDonât you get tired of working everyday?â you asked.Â
âNah, I donât. Why?â Douxie replied.Â
âI just canât, I get bored very easily, if you havenât realised yet,â you replied.Â
âI think I now that. Iâve known for almost a millennium now!â Douxie laughed.Â
Then Archie came flying down, and onto you lap.Â
âHow was your day y/n?â Archie asked.Â
âHmm... letâs see. Boring, tiring, oh and have I said boring?â you replied.Â
âI believe you have,â Archie replied.Â
âWell, yeah. Iâm kinda getting bored from the bookstore,â you whined.Â
âPlease, itâs not that boring,â Douxie said, getting a stool and sitting in front of you.Â
âItâs boring to me, as you already know,â you said.Â
âHow about we go upstairs?â Archie asked.Â
âThatâs a good idea,â you agreed getting up.Â
The three of you walked upstairs, and to the back. Douxie pulled an ancient book out of its place just a bit. Slowly, the whole shelf slid away, revealing a huge room. That âhuge roomâ was your apartment.Â
You and Douxie shared an apartment together, since the two of you only had each other and Archie of course.Â
You walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. You looked around, not much, just a milk carton, eggs, salmon and some vegetables. You groaned and slammed the door shut.Â
âSomeoneâs a bit grumpy,â Douxie teased.Â
âTechnically, Iâm hangry,â you corrected him.Â
âLet me guess, no food?â Douxie asked, but he already knew the answer.Â
âYep! Iâm not making pasta again, cause thatâs all weâve been eating for the last week,â you forewarned.Â
âOkay, okay. What about we go to Mr. Benoitâs?â Douxie suggested.Â
You looked at him briefly, and rushed into your room, slamming the door shut behind. You quickly got changed into a hoodie and a pair of jeans. You combed your h/l (hair length) h/c hair and tied it into a pony tail (if you have short hair, then itâs just left out). You rushed out of the room to see Douxie ready to go.Â
âCome on, letâs go,â Douxie said.Â
The two of you walked to the cafe and sat at a table outside. A waiter came and took your order.Â
âSo, have you found another place to work?â Douxie asked out of the blue.Â
âW-What do you mean?â you asked.Â
âI thought you would be searching for another place to work at, since you clearly donât like working at the shop,â Douxie explained.Â
âAm I that convincing?â you asked.Â
Douxie looked at you confused. You sighed.Â
âDouxie, look, I actually really love working at the bookstore. I might sound like I hate it, but I actually really love it there. I might get bored sometimes, since Iâm at the counter, working with the customers. I donât want to work anywhere else,â you explained.Â
âBut you were complaining like 20 minutes ago!â Douxie exclaimed.Â
âCanât anyone have a bad day?â you laughed.Â
But when you saw Douxieâs face, you instantly stopped laughing.Â
âUh, Doux. You good?â you asked.Â
âYou had a bad day?â Douxie whispered to himself, making sure you couldnât hear him.Â
âDouxie?â you asked.Â
âIâm fine,â Douxie replied and fell silent.Â
âOkay,â you said, and turned to see the waiter with food.Â
The dinner went good, but none of you said anything to the other. The walk home was also very quiet. When you had gotten to your apartment, the two of you just wished each other good night and went to your rooms. You wondered why Douxie was so quiet through the whole dinner. You shook the thought off and concluded that he just mustâve been tired. You changed into your night wear and fell asleep.Â
Douxie on the other hand, was at his desk, planning for the next day.Â
âDouxie, what are you doing? Arenât you supposed to be asleep?â Archie asked.Â
âArch, y/n never told me she had a bad day today,â Douxie said.Â
âWell, everyone has a bad day every once in a while,â Archie shrugged.Â
âArch, youâre not getting the point. Whenever I have a bad day, y/n is always there for me. She would make me my favourite food, play a few songs on her piano or would just talk to me. Either way, she always eventually makes my bad day better,â Douxie explained.Â
Archie was catching on what Douxie was trying to say.Â
âAnd thereâs me. Today she had a bad day, and what did I do? Nothing,â Douxie said.Â
âSo your planning something for her?â Archie asked.Â
âExactly! Tomorrow, Iâm going to make her day the best. Iâll take her to a nice place for breakfast, go out of town and have a picnic. Then, Iâm going to take her to the cinemaâs at night, where weâll watch Danger House. After the movie, weâll grab something from the taco truck and then head home!â Douxie explained his plan.Â
âWhy not also confess your feelings for her as well?â Archie added.Â
âWait what?!â Douxie gasped.Â
âYou heard me right, Douxie. Iâve seen the way you look at her and the way she looks at you. But the both of you are so oblivious,â Archie said.Â
âWhat if she rejects me?â Douxie asked.Â
âThatâs what has been stopping you from confessing your feelings to her. Just trust yourself, Doux,â Archie said, and walked out of the room.Â
 After Archie left, Douxie got into bed but before he feel asleep he promised himself that heâll confess his feelings to you tomorrow.Â
The next day, you got up and walked into the kitchen. But before you got to the fridge, Douxie stopped you.Â
âStop right there, love,â Douxie said.Â
âWhy? Are you the police?â you joked.Â
âNo, but weâre going to go to a cafe for breakfast,â Douxie announced.Â
âBut-â you started but were cut off by Douxie.Â
âNo buts or ifs. Now get ready, Iâll meet you downstairs,â Douxie said, pushing you into the bathroom, handing you your towel.Â
You quickly took a shower and got dressed into an off-the-shoulder shirt and ripped jeans.Â
Once you were downstairs, you saw Douxie holding the door open for you. You smiled and walked outside. Douxie closed the shop and the two of you walked to Mr. Benoitâs.Â
The two of you had breakfast. It was a pretty good one. Douxie did a trick to make the coffee cold, which made the waiter go and get a another cup. Douxie kept on doing that, until you were crying from laughing. After breakfast, the two of you went out of town in Douxieâs car. Douxie didnât tell you the place but it was beautiful. The two of you explored around the mountains and alleyways. After that, the two of you had a picnic. He had brought sandwiches, a pie and juice. The two of you chatted away while eating your food. The two of you then looked at the clouds pass by, pointing out shapes, animals or anything you could make out.Â
âHey, do you see that cat. It looks like Archie,â Douxie pointed to a cloud.Â
You tried to find it but you couldnât.Â
âWhere?â you asked.Â
âThere,â Douxie replied, grabbing your hand and pointing to the cloud.Â
While you were looking for the cat, Douxie was looking at you. You looked cute when you tried to look for something. He just couldnât get his eyes of you.Â
After a while, you gave up looking and turned around to see Douxie staring at you. You blushed at the way he was looking at you.Â
âDoux? You home?â you asked, waving your hand in front of him.Â
âHuh? Yeah, Iâm at home,â Douxie replied.Â
âYour not home, you magical doofus. Your at... well I donât know where we are actually,â you tried to joke.Â
Unfortunately, you couldnât since you had no idea where the two of you were. Only Douxie knew. Douxie started to crack up, noticing your joke didnât turn out too well. You playfully glared at him, trying to be angry.Â
Douxie then slowly stopped laughing.Â
âYou know you look very cute when your angry,â Douxie commented.Â
You blushed at his comment.Â
âAnd even more cute when you were trying to look for the cat cloud. Even more when your focused on your work. Whenever your trying to get a recipe right, whenever your trying to get Archie to give your belongings back,â Douxie continued.Â
âWell... I... um... thank you,â you said, blushing even more. âWhy are you all of a sudden saying these things?â you ask.Â
âBecause I want to tell you the truth. Youâre very kind, caring, selfless and much more. Iâm so lucky to have you in my life, y/n. Youâre always looking out for Archie and me. I-I love you y/n l/n,â Douxie confessed.Â
You looked at him wide eyed. You always had feelings for him, but you never knew he had feelings for you as well. You looked into his hazel eyes, while he looked into your e/c eyes. Slowly the two of you leaned forward. As you got closer, you slowly closed your eyes. Then, your lips touched. The kiss was soft and passionate. The two of you pulled away, looking into each otherâs eyes.Â
âI love you too, Hisirdoux Casperan,â you said.Â
The two of you then continued cloud watching, while you leaned your head on his shoulder and his on top. The two of you watched the sunset and returned to Arcadia.Â
âSo, did you have a good day, my love?â Douxie asked.Â
âYes, thank you Douxie,â you replied.Â
âWell, what about we go watch Danger House?â Douxie said, holding up two tickets.Â
âReally?! Iâve been wanting to watch that for ages!â you squeal.Â
Douxie chuckled at your excitement. He drove to Lucia.Â
The two of you walked into the cinema, hand in hand. You two watched Danger House together. There were some scenes you didnât want to see, so you hid your face in Douxieâs shoulder.Â
After the movie, the two of you were walking out of the cinema, when you saw Stuartâs taco truck.Â
âDoux, you hungry?â you ask, tugging on his arm.Â
âWell, now that you mention it, love, I am,â Douxie chuckled, looking down to his stomach.Â
âLetâs go to Stuartâs taco truck,â you suggested, pulling him behind you.Â
The two of you walked over to the taco truck. You saw Jim, Claire, Toby, Steve, Aja, Krel and Eli, all grabbing burritos.Â
âHey, itâs Douxie and y/n!â Toby shouted, pointing to you and Douxie.Â
âHi Toby,â you greeted.Â
âHey,â the others greeted.Â
âDonât you all have school to go to tomorrow?â Douxie asked, walking over to the truck and ordering.Â
âWell, yeah. But we all just came back from trollhunting and weâre starving,â Toby replied.Â
âThatâs a reasonable excuse,â you nodded.Â
âWhat have you two been up to?â Steve asked, wiggling his eyebrows.Â
âNothing. Just went out of town and just watched Danger House,â Douxie replied, handing you a burrito.Â
âNothing else?â Claire teased.Â
âUh... nope,â you and Douxie answer, nervously.Â
âSure, sure,â Jim teased.Â
âYou too, Jim?â you gasped.Â
âWhat can I do? You two are fun to tease, since you two havenât even said âI love youâ yet,â Jim shrugged.Â
âTechnically, we already did,â Douxie grinned.Â
âWait, what!â all the kids exclaim.Â
âSpill!â Claire and Aja begged.Â
âMaybe another time guys. Iâm sorry, but we got to go,â Douxie said, pulling you towards the bookstore.Â
They all started to whine, but they all eventually stopped and waved bye.Â
You and Douxie walked into the bookstore and were greeted by Archie.Â
âSo... how was your day?â Archie asked.
âThe best!â you replied.Â
âSo did Douxie...â Archie started.Â
âYeah,â you and Douxie finished.Â
âFinally! I was getting so tired of looking at the two of you!â Archie cheered.Â
The three of you laughed and made your way to your apartment.Â
You were going to close your bedroom door when Douxie stopped you.Â
âUh, Douxie, what are you doing?â you asked.
âI came to give you a goodnight kiss, duh,â Douxie replied.Â
You rolled your eyes. He quickly gave you a peck on your lips and wished you goodnight. You closed your door and jumped into bed. Today was the best day of your life.Â
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Far Off Crushes
Mattsukawa Drabble pt.2 ( click here for part 1 )
Iâm not sure why this took me so long sorry for the wait !!
â uh â so what do we do now â
â the fuck if I know â
Your body shook as he made eye contact with you almost trying to see if something had happened in your last class for you to become an asshole like this out of no where
He smiled softly when you looked away and shook your head causing your face to light up in confusion.
Today had not gone like you planned at all.
You originally planned to end your day walking out of school with your best friend mattsukawa while he preached to you about your beauty and how much he adored you maybe even stopping and buying you some flowers on the way home
but for some reason you found yourself still stuck in your last class with a tall male, blonde striped hair, and a horrible attitude staring down at you â I did my part right I asked you out so â
your eyebrows furrowed as you cut him off â so â
He shook his head at your remark â so why are you acting like a prick right now ? â
your face morphed into annoyance looking away from him to try to calm down he hadnât done anything wrong but you needed somethingâsomeone to blame something to say that you werenât at fault for all these unexpected mistakes that popped up in your plan â soâ
â so donât you also have to do some shit too ? A part to play ? why the hell am I doing all the work here â
you sighed you knew this was gonna be hard you werenât sure how your personalityâs had meshed together so well earlier.
All you knew is that for some reason right now he was annoying you because one he wasnât mattsukawa and two he wasnât mattsukawa
â letâs just âletâs go home ok â
â finally a good fucking idea âgetting tired of just standing hereâ he nodded slowly as he sipped the milk box he held in his hand.
He was honestly a bit more confused than you were he thought it was normal to be nice to your crush but if it was then why did it seem like you two had suddenly traded personalityâs. You the asshole he really didnât want to be around and him the submissive schoolgirl. He thought it would be better if he didnât come on too strong , limited his cursing , and talked to you regularly but that clearly wasnât working.
now he was shitting his pants at the fact that he would have to actually talk to you and then on top of that work up the courage to curse at you someone he only found himself wanting to spoil.
â you have to move out of the door way first â your face went deadpanned looking up at your new âboyfriendâ who jumped in his shoes moving over as far away from you and the door as he could causing you to scream out â not that far you ditz I donât have fleasâ
he scoffed walking behind you your bodies heading for the exit as you stopped at the door him running right into your back holding your shoulders so you didnât fall over from the impact
His eyes widening when you didnât move to open it â uh â his eyes roamed over your face his own morphed in pure confusion why would you just stop in front of the door after just telling him not too long ago to move away from doors.
â the fuck are you doing â
you growled â your suppose to open the door for me âboyfriendâ â
â w-what â
â itâs gentlemanly yâknow â you looked to the door sadly â and mattsukawa used to do it for me â
â one i swear you just made that word up the fucks gentlemanly and two ok âwhat do I do with that information â his eyebrows came together in a furrow as he looked down on you visibly confused â you do know iâm not going to do everything that your perfectly capable of doing on your own just because weâre dating now right ? â
you felt your body flame as you pushed the door open by yourself the boy behind you racing to keep up with you. Screaming profanities as every door you opened smacked him in the face because you only opened it enough to let yourself through.
â god such anâ â his mouth snapped shut as you turned around and drilled your stare into the side of his face.
The quiet air swirling around between you two the wind howling before you heard his voice become softer.
your mind slowing when you finally landed on a thought thatâs been stuck in your head since he showed up at your last class earlier â wheres the smart alec asshole from the hallway âwhyâs he acting so âso sweet â
â psst â
your head turned to look his way before turning back around â hey y/n â you groaned giving him just a little bit of your attention
â look â his hand came down on your shoulder patting you gently as you followed his finger that was outstretched to point at the animal across from you two â a puppy â
your face lit up in excitement as he stared down on your child like state his heart beating rapidly when his gaze finally fell to your eyes that were gleaming with interest.
His own darting around your face as if stuck in a trance watching as the wind comb over your features your smile one he wanted to see all the time.
â they like what I like â
His mouth flying open without his permission â so pretâpuppyâ letâs go see the puppy â
â wh-what no we canât juâ â
â letâs go see the puppy â you jumped he obviously wasnât one to take no for an answer and that was clear when his offer seemed to turn into more of a demand than a request you nodded as if he could see you his body already across the schoolyard and making itâs way to the park.
Your mouth moving to scream out stop when you saw him touch the dog without permission his hand already coming onto the top of the dogs head softly â hey you cant juâ â
His face never changed as he pulled back the finger that the dog bit only to smile at the red that moved across his skin and fell to the grass. Holding out his hand showing where heâd been hurt. Eyes coming up to look at the owner â shots ? â
the owner shaking their head as they spoke â knew he could fend for himself so I let chaâ do it â
your âboyfriendâ smiled as he stood â heâs got a little spark â like em â he turned back to look at you before he squatted again hands on his knees â come â ere â
you looked at the boy in confusion before you looked to the owner â come on â you glared at the male that sat next to the dog before following him letting out a small apology to the owner that went unheard as he paid more attention to his phone instead of the two high schoolers that were attacking his dog with their hands.
You moved to sit on the grass staring at the dog in front of you that just stared back your eyes never leaving his. The two of you almost having a conversation through your eyes.
A loud laugh rippling from the ground up and through your body â the fuck are you doing ? â the boy beside you screamed both the dog and yourself turning to stare him down â what are you ? having a staring contest with â with the dog ? â he busted out laughing as he thought back to your behavior a couple minutes ago
â here look this is you â he moved to stare at the small animal before you two. His eyes hard and serious as he tried to stop the laugh that threatened to leave his lips
He wouldnât stop staring until he heard you laugâ
â oh god shutup â you laughed causing him to relax and finally let himself laugh when he felt your hands outstretch and push him over to the ground â itâs not like he can talk or anything how else are we suppose to yâknow communicate â
âpet him you doof â he smiled as he looked to the dog in front you flailing his hand towards the animal as he spoke â pet him y/n heâll respond better to a nice person like yourself than he did me â
your eyebrows creased before you nibbled your bottom lip â swear it â
he smiled softly before holding out his pinky to you. Your eyes widening at the childish motion before laughing softly reaching out your own and wrapping it around his
â swear it â he spoke loud enough for you to hear but soft enough for you to hear he meant every word he said regardless of the sharp edge and bass his voice held
you felt the nerves in your body electrify before a hand inched itâs way across the grass ghosting over your own hand feeling your hesitation â may I â
you nodded as he took your hand in his own squeezing lightly to calm your jumpy fingers before he guided you to the dog his hand wrapped around yours as he directed it up and downâguiding it softly around the puppyâs fur. Your mouth quirking up in a small smile when the dog whimpered in approval and turned over on its belly âheâs â heâs cute â
the owner turned to look between you and the boy that sat next to you â yeah heâs a friends actually â
you nodded â your friend has great tasteâ
he smiled â yeah I like to think soâ actually thinking about him right now heâs got quite the eye for pretty things â
you and the taller boy next to you spoke at the same time both of your eyes on two different thing when speaking â yeah â
you moved to stand up as you made eye contact with your boyfriend who nodded in understanding before he led you back to the street to walk you home.
the mood created by the dog left behind and now traded for a dry and quiet one as you two walked a distance away from each other you playing with your hands as he pushed his own deeper in his pockets
â hey look â you gulped heavily at his voice forgetting how deep and heavy it was â lookâ I â iâm not like mattsukawa I know it I understand it â he nodded to himself trying to get it in his head â I donât think iâll ever be on that level personally and â well physicallyâ
you listened not turning around so that you didnât make him nervous â but â his voice went hard â I can try I can try to be what you want me to be â who â who you want me to be if you just âjust give me a chanceâplease Iâ â
your eyes widened as you moved to speak causing him to realize that he was just begging in the middle of the street his hands sweaty while gripping at his backpack straps ânoâno just â he sighed â just leave it alone this shit got way too fucking emotional too quick â
â but why â
he grunted â didnât I just say leave it the fuck alone â
â but I donât wanna â
â you donât listen â he rolled his eyes â kinda hot kinda â he dropped his voice to a whisper â pisses me off â
â mm â his eyes darted to yours before looking away
â look your good ok â your voice croaked out making his brain swirl as he listened to you speak letting you melt away all his doubts â iâm sorry iâve been a little bit of an asshole â
â a littâ â he laughed before coughing â uh yes iâm sorry youâve been really um wonderful y/nâ he coughed again fixing his uniform before following after you
â itâs just today didnât go how I expected at all and now iâm just iâm here with a guy I donât even really know and I canât help but be a little pissed off that I lost my best friend and crush all in one day â I just âdonât think I blame you or Iâm upset or pissed at you justâ you looked to the ground â just a really crappy day â
â yeah no I totally understand â he took a big gulp as he loooked to you his body finally stopping and taking a deep breath â y-y/n can â can I â I have something to teâ â
â hey wanna come in â you put the key in your door flinging it open smiling back at the male not hearing anything heâd just siad â â rents arenât home and I â â
you shook your head â I kinda donât wanna be alone think iâm gonna cry or spazz if I am â
he looked around the street before turning around and staring at the floor face made up in a state of confusion â o-oh weâre at your â your house â his eyes went into shock realizing what he got himself into he didnât think this far ahead â the place where you eat , study anââ
â what the fuck are you a reporter why are you out here telling every single neighbor i have what i do in my house â
he smiled softly before accepting the invite waking in and putting his shoes to the side after taking them off
â sooo this is where you live â his eyes glanced over towards a wallâ-every wall trying to figure out what kind of person you were or even trying to figure out how heâd gotten this far he assumed you wouldâve called the whole dating thing off
He wanted to savor this moment before you cut all connection with him. He just wanted one day of doing nothing but spending his time hanging out with his crush maybe then they would finally notice him as the nice kid and not just the asshole from school who screams and sulks in corners
â ha you say that like youâve been interested in it foreverâdo houses really bring you this much joy âwhat are you an aspiring housewife?â
â no I just â well I do have something to telâ â
â god I canât believe I confessed today â his face dropped before it hardened him following you while you ran through your house and plopped down belly first on your bed
â I never thought this wouldâve happened I mean look iâm sitting here with you for christ sakes âi assumed i would never see you againâ
he moved to sit next to you grabbing your feet hesitantly and laying them across his lap â I-is there something wrong with meâ
â no no no I just â you sighed into your pillow â I just donât know you â
â would you yâknow like to know â
your brain stopped working at his question âdid you wanna get to know this new person next to you ? â if you donât wanna know thatâs cool I just I know a lot about you and you donât know about mâ â
â hey can you tell me how you know so much about me â
â Iâ I um ? â he looked away from your back and looked to your room door â maybe after you find out a little bit more about me â
â fine â you huffed â but you donât deserve to look into my pretty eyes until you tell me â
your voice dropping into a flirty tone eyebrows wiggling into your pillow as if the male next to you could see them â their pretty you may just fall in love â so I really suggest just telling me â
he laughed â no I know â I know but uh I donât wanna tell you and freak you out because you donât know me yetâthatâd be weird â
you groaned out a small â fine â as he shifted uncomfortably in his space looking for a little bit of comfort. He was seriously really surprised he even made it this far he didnât want to screw up now
â ok so uh my names kentaro you can call meââ
â ken â
â fucâi mean um sure âi was uh thinking the same thingâ his eyebrows furrowed trying to get used to the new name â I play on the volleyball team hence why you saw me in the hallway on my way there and fell on me with your extremely heavy body may i add â
â hey â you screamed pushing out your foot from his hold and kicking him in his side causing him to laugh and rub at it softly while he spoke
â yeah and Iâ I like dogs or animals really â he smiled to himself hands moving to play with your socks still searching for that comfort he tended to ramble when he was comfortable. Most people assumed he was quiet and reserved but the truth is he just didnât feel comfortable enough to talk to anyone no one made him want to speak
well no one except you and you made him want to simply because he couldnât understand you instead of pushing you away like other people he wanted to learn more about you and if that meant breaking down his wall and outside persona god he would do it so fast â their um sweet and fun and I like that they keep to themselves yâknowâtheir never asking me to do things or yelling at me they just â he sighed â chill â
he smiled wider looking at your floor â did you know my nickname on the team is mad dog â he scoffed â honestly used to hate it until I went to the dog park one day I tend to go to calm my nerves âI should bring you one day actually i would love to bring you one dayâfirst date maybe? no wait weâre not really datiâ but uh there was a lady there and she yelled out â mad dog â â
he shook his head at the words that just spilled from his mouth silently begging himself to stop he didnât wanna scare you off
â so I turned my head and said yeah only to get cut off by a dog barking and running into her arms that day ââts weird but for some reason it made me a bit more confident in my nickname not just because of the dog that would be stupid but because I seen how something I thought was made to make fun of me could one day turn into something with love behind it â
he sighed â that was a horrible explanationâI mean I used to think they were doing it because they were assholes but as time went by I noticed they just really dug giving out nicknames and I was lucky enough to have oneâthat wasnât just straight up demeaning like shittykawa â
he smiled softly while his hand traced up from your socks to your legs playing drums on them â I hope one day iâll have someone whoâll say the nickname with just as much love as that lady did â the dog theyâ they seemed so happy and I â I wanna feel it too yâknow â
he felt his hands going sweaty and pulled them back off of you not wanting to scare you â sorry I â I tend to ramble if iâm comfortable because I donâ â
â donât talk much around people â
â y-yeah howâd you â
â sameâfeels nice to finally get it out huh and just talk without being rude to everyoneâwhenâs the last time you had a proper conversation like this â you smiled softly your head now turned to look at him body moving to sit next to him both your legs hanging off the side of your bed â ken your really passionate with your words â
â oh â oh I am ? â
â do you show the volley guys this side of you or â
â yeah right and risk being called soft why the helâ â
â then whyâd you show it to me â your eyes moved to look into his you were honestly confused you two barely knew each other youd just technically met today as far as you knew. so why did he feel so comfortable of course you were happy for him to finally say what felt like was sitting on his chest for years but
â kentaro â his eyes snapped away from their place on your lips with a slight hum â why did you â why do you feel so comfortable with me â
â because I â I â his eyebrows furrowed â because y/n I love yââ his body jolted when he heard a knock on the front door causing him to ramble â BECAUSE I LOVE KNOCKING â
your eyes widened at his outburst shaking your head and standing â fuck I um â I enjoy knocking a lot yâknow how it just â it just uh yâknow goes knock knock âreally cleanses the soul â
you laughed uncomfortably before you left the room him following quietly behind you watching your body slowly get closer and closer to the door â who is it â you screamed making your through the house
â hey babe itâs issei â
â issei â you screamed happily kentaros body shaking in fear his mind racing with thoughts and hands sweating like crazy his eyes on the brink of tears.
He could not let mattsukawa in if he let you open that door his chances were over. He felt the whole world slowâ he felt his whole world get closer and closer to the thing that would only destroy them feet moving faster than heâd ever thought possible
â fuck â he screamed â people just â I keep getting interrupted â he huffed â I-iâm trying and trying and I â
â k-ken â you spoke causing him to look up and notice that he had somehow made his way in front of you his back to the hallway leading to the door and blocking It from your view â what are you talâ â
â please just â just shutup â he cringed at his word use heâd been trying all day to be nicer around you he couldnât ruin it now â no donât shutup never shut up just â god fuck â holy shit â
â t-the big threes â
he laughed â y/n please iâve â ive â iâm in love with you â he spat out quickly and harshly making it feel more like a threat than a good thing.
His words turning into a giant spitball as he stared at the floor arms outstretched â iâve been in love with you since first grade and if you wanna count kindergarten I swear I loved the way you nibbled on your crayons â
he shook silently â middle school started it all I was gonna conâ confess but you â you were too focused you liked school at that time and I didnât wanna be an asshole and ruin itâor even make you sacrifice your gradesâin elementary god I was sucha prick but a dumb prick I was an idiot I didnât understand why I felt the way I feltâit pissed me off so I broke your color pencil â
he was on the verge of tears causing you to soften when you thought back to the angry guy you met in the hallway earlier â I replaced it I swear I ran to the bucket and tried my best to find a red but I couldnât it was so hard all the crayons were broken and â and I tried y/n but I couldnât so I took tape and glue and tried to rebuild it and left it at your desk and it was so worth it to see 3rd grade you showing everyone your cool new pencil â
He took a quick breath before starting again â and then â then high school came and god fuck highschool thatâs when you met that asshole and he â I â I â he knew I liked you it was almost obvious to anybody on that fucking team if they looked closely enough â
he shook his head to the floor as if sitting through his thoughts â everything mattsukawa did or gave you for your birthday was my doing I was the one texting the group chat and reminding them that it was coming up â every time he took you out for lunch dinner whatever the fuck he did that was all me â I paid âi took you out not him â he felt his rage seeping out
â he stole all my ideas for you away from me and then earlier actually tried to steal you from me in my fucking face the nerve of that shitty assholeâ â he scoffed his anger boiling inside and staring to pour over
âall youâve been doing is talking about him while I have the fattest fucking crush on you and it â it hurts â his voice was going hoarse body tensing at the knocking that never seemed to stop only pressing harder into his head making him spill everything â I became an asshole in high school and I â I knew you wouldnât want me I knew I had no chance so I left you alone but that doesnât mean I stopped liking you I still did I still do â when I saw you in that hallway earlier I thought it was fate â
he laughed â and I donât even believe in that bullshit much less believe that youâll like me after I show iâm not the tough asshole I pretend to be â his heart broke âbut I do I fucking love you â I donât know how else to say it how else to make you feel it but I love you â I love you y/n l/â â
his body relaxed and fell into happiness when his eyes slowly dropped and noticed your lips on his.
â how long have they been thereâ
Eyebrows coming together before his hands ghosted around your waist his mind telling him not to smile so he didnât break the kiss but at the same time telling him to kiss back so he also didnât break the kiss and trust he never wanted to break the kiss
and oh god he forget that he was suppose to close his eyes heâd dreamed about this for so long so whyâ why did it feel so different now that it was happening is it because your real is it because that assholes knocking on the door outside waiting to get in.
Is it because he can say that this situation perfectly describes how mattsukawas trying so desperately to get inside your heart but heâs already there stealing the job from an asshole like him yeah thatâs it
â you dick stop smiling â you pulled back and spoke against his lips
â Iâ- I canât help it your just so â
â you shouldâve told me sooner â
â I didnât think you would accepâ â
â no you asshole â you punched him in his chest causing him to grab hold of it â that you were the reason why my rose was two different colors in 3rd grade â you laughed to yourself â the crayon you gave me was cool yeah but it was orange not red âyou gave me the wrong crayon back asshatâ
â I-iâm sorry we can make another one â
your heart warmed âyeah â letâs make that our second date ok â
â h- huh when was our first â
you scoffed â as long as youâve liked me I thought you wouldâve remembered every little thing weâve done together â
his face crinkled into confusion â iâm sorry I â
â in middle school we were science lab partners â you smiled softly â we dissected a frog together rememberâ
â youâ you remember â he laughed â and how you were cutting it open while I was screaming my head off like a chick â
â how could I forget â
â so you knew me this whole time â
â mm I know the sweet guy thatâs standing in front of me right now pouring his heart out to me yeah â you paused to look up at him â if your asking if I know the asshole who curses every other word and is just a straight prick to people as a facade then no I will continue to forget him â
he brought his face close to yours his breath tickling your lips â may I â
â you maâ- â his lips locked on yours again causing you to gasp and finally tune out the knocking swirling around your house â you gonna get that â he looked to the side â if you want him to come in he ca- â
â no I wanna be with you â
he smirked to himself â then tell the asshole your busy â he picked you up bridal style your voice loud causing the knocking to stop so the person could listen â hey douchebag iâm with â your eyes came to rest on kentaros â iâm with my boyfriend â
you smiled as he moved to speak â yeah and he says the only dick allowed in here is his own so give us some alone time yeah so they can fall in love again â his eyes locking with yours meaning everything he said â the right way this time â
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The Night Shift Part 9 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)
Summary: Your first night at Frankies, yearning mostly . . . no hanky panky! (yet đ)
Warnings: Talk of abuse, talk of death of loved ones
W/C: 2.2k
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Frankie was buzzing with adrenaline as he drove you and Manny back to the restaurant. His hand hurt slightly, but he couldnât stop think about how damn goodit felt to punch Kurt in the face, how when he heard the fear in your voice, everything turned red. How it took everything not to crush the vermin under his boot. But, he would unpack those feelings later, preferably over a case of beer with the boys. They, of all people, would understand.
You got out of the truck to say goodbye to Manny, and Frankie didnât miss how you rubbed your lower back, how even from where he sat, he could see the ring of a bruise blossoming around your wrist.
âSorry that took so long,â you said, climbing back into the truck. Frankie glanced at the clock on the dash â barely five minutes had passed. âAre you completely sure itâs okay I stay with you?â
âI want you to stay,â Frankie said. âPlease, donât get it in your head that youâre an inconvenience. I know you well enough by now to see thatâs exactly where youâre heading.â
You laughed weakly. âI hate that youâre right,â you said, âIâm just not used to having extra help.â Frankie nodded, and waited for you to continue. âFor a second in there, before you and Manny came in . . .I was terrified. I forgot I wasnât alone and I â thank you, for what you did in there. I donât know what would have happened if you hadnât come in when you did.â
You slumped back in your seat and closed your eyes.
âI think this whole thing got rid of my hangover, though,â you joked.
âYouâre young enough that you can bounce back quickly from hangovers,â Frankie said, taking the obvious hint for a change in the subject.
âPlease, youâre barely older than me,â you said. âYouâre like, what? Thirty?â
âThirty-two,â Frankie corrected.
âOh my apologies, youâre ancient,â you said with a roll of your eyes. Frankie grinned and shook his head. It amazed him how easily you could still make a joke, despite everything you had been through today alone.
It was almost sunset when he pulled up to his home. Golden light splayed across your features, making you glow. Stunning. The thought was in Frankieâs mind before he could stop it. You turned to smile at him.
âNice gnomes,â you said gesturing to the dozens of gnomes of varying sizes that were scattered around Frankieâs front garden. He rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced.
âThanks. My Abuelo used to give me one every Christmas, right up until he died last year.â
âIâm sorry,â you said your voice sincere, âI know how hard that is.â
Frankie shrugged, not wanting to talk about how after his Abuelo died, he made himself sick with grief. Instead, he chose to share something happier. âHe used to hide things in them, since theyâre all hollow. Sometimes it would be candy, or money. Once he hid my first iPod in one.â
âSounds like he was a cool dude,â you said and Frankie nodded.
âHe was the coolest,â Frankie agreed.
You were quiet for a few moments, holding your arms across your chest. The toll of the day was written plainly on your face, weariness lending itself to the dark circles under your eyes, to the way your shoulders curled inwards. Without thinking about it, Frankie wrapped his arms around you. You leant into the hug, burying your face into his neck. He rubbed your back gently, careful to avoid the spot he knew you were still hurting. You stood like that for a while, warmth leeching into him, and when you finally pulled away, you were almost quick enough to hide your damp eyes.
âWanna go in?â Frankie asked, already feeling colder without you. He wanted to tug you back, hold you to him and not let go. You nodded, still not looking directly at him.
Inside, the house was cool and dark. Frankie tugged his cap off and placed it on a hook by the door, running a hand through his curls to fluff them up. He was suddenly more self-conscious than he had ever been before. He very rarely brought women back here, and when he did, he never liked them as much as he liked you.
He tried to imagine what you were thinking â were you grossed out at his unwashed breakfast plate sitting in the sink? Was the number of photos of family and friends that hung up on the walls and sat framed on every surface excessive? He didnât remember seeing any photos like that at your apartment. But then, he also hadnât been looking.
âItâs uh, not much,â he said rubbing the back of his neck.
âIt suits you,â you said. Was it a compliment? Frankie wasnât sure, until you continued. âLike, at first, it seems a little understated, but the more I look the more I see how you it all is.â You wandered over to a shelf stuffed with books and records, most of them coming from his old room at his parents when they had cleaned out their home a few years back.
âTell me to fuck off if Iâm being nosy,â you said, tilting your head to read the spines. Most of the books were well loved classics â stuff that Frankie had read over and over until the covers became loose and pages began to fall out.
âJust donât search the drawers in my bedroom, thatâs where I keep all my vintage Playboys and a spare bag of mushrooms.â
You snorted with laughter and turned to face him properly. Your eyes were still puffy and red, but no longer teary. Frankie counted that as a victory. âYou always struck me as more of an acid guy. Just like youâre striking me as a fan of Thai food?â
âBig fan, actually.â
âExcellent, I know this great place that delivers, Iâll pay.â When Frankie opens his mouth to protest, you hold a hand up silencing him. âPlease, let me pay. I owe you big time for doing this, all of this, for me.â
Frankie eventually conceded, sensing that you were infinitely more stubborn than him. Thai food was ordered and delivered, the scent of the panang curry made Frankieâs mouth water. You sat across from him at the table, eyeing him. It took a few moment for Frankie to realise you had put one of his albums on â Erykah Badu, he quickly identified.
âCan I ask you something?â you said after swallowing a mouthful of pad Thai.
âAnything,â he said. Just donât ask me how long Iâve wanted to fuck you.
âWhatâd you mean today, when you said itâs not my fault?â
Frankie wasnât expecting that. âWell, all that stuff Kurt did â like trying to kill himself, thatâs not your fault.â You shrugged, clearly unconvinced, so Frankie ploughed on. âItâs just a form of emotional manipulation. Do you remember Benny, the guy your friend went home with last night? His sister, Eve, kind of went through something similar. Her partner would threaten to hurt himself and her if she tried to leave. It wasnât until she ended up in hospital that she told Benny and Will what was happening.â
You looked horrified. âIs she okay?â
Frankie made a wavering motion in the air with his hand. âSome â most days are better than others. She moved to Portland, met a really nice lady, theyâre getting married in the summer.â
âGood for her,â you murmured.
âBut like I said, itâs not your fault. None of it is. Heâs the one to blame, if he tries anything. Heâs in control of his actions, you arenât.â Frankieâs voice was firm, and he refused to look away from you as he spoke. He needed, more than anything, for you to understand that.
The next few hours passed quietly, sitting next to each other on his worn couch, Netflix half forgotten while you drifted in and out of sleep. Eventually, when the sky turned from black to grey to pink, Frankie showed you the spare room and gave you some privacy, knowing you probably needed some time to yourself after the gruelling day. He knew that sometimes all a person needed was some time alone to process. He sat on the couch and pulled a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket.
Andi, the waitress, had given him her number, followed by three xâs and a winky face. Once, Frankie would have opened his messenger app and texted her, asking her out. But now. . . he found he wasnât at all interested. He crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash.
~*~
How long is too long to spend in someone elseâs shower? Five minutes? Ten? Until the hot water runs out? Vanilla and honey body wash? Oh, shit that smells delicious.
You kept your thoughts light, avoiding the darkness that brewed in the forefront of your mind. You felt like you were going through a billion crisisâs, so instead of focusing on any, you decided to focus on none.
You thought back to Frankieâs intense gaze as he spoke to you at dinner, how incredibly sexy it had been. You were shocked you could think something like that after the day youâd had, but the thoughts had entered unwelcome into your mind. You tucked them away for later, when you werenât so close to him and wouldnât feel burning shame if you looked at him.
Stepping out of the shower, you took a deep breath and decided to truly inspect the . . . damage that was done today. Your wrist was already bruising and ached slightly when you thought too much about it. You faced your back to the mirror and twisted, grimacing at the sight of the damage Kurt had caused. Your lower back, like your wrist, was bruised black and purple. You quickly wrapped a towel around yourself, hiding the damage.
Deep breath, Spud, youâre stronger than you think.
Your grandfathers voice echoed in your ears. It was what he would say to you whenever you were hurt â just fallen out of a tree and fractured your ankle, sliced your finger open cutting onions, sobbing because the boy you had convinced yourself was your soulmate at fifteen just dumped you the day after you lost your virginity to him, it was always your grandfathers voice saying those words. Your heart ached with missing him.
The room Frankie had showed you was more of a home gym with a bed shoved into the corner than anything else. There was still a scattering of things that were undeniably Frankie in the room: a pile of old boots with holes in the canvas, a greasy looking toolbox, a poster for the Brooklyn Nets with players that looked like they had wandered out of the 90s. You didnât know much about basketball but decided to at least keep an eye on when the Nets lost so you could rag on Frankie about it.
You grabbed your bags, assessing what Manny had grabbed. God, heâs good, you thought, realising he had packed you everything you needed. You dressed and grabbed your phone, breathing a sigh of relief when it was free of messages from Kurt. You typed out a quick message to Manny.
You are truly the most amazing friend anyone can ask for <3 thanks for packing my stuff.
Then, after a few moments, you sent one to Sara.
I broke up with Kurt, should I be sadder about it?
It was 7 in the morning, but within a minute your phone was buzzing with a call from her.
âTell me youâre not lying to me,â her voice was hushed. You could hear her moving, a door clicking shut.
âIâm not lying. Itâs done.â You laid back on the bed and closed your eyes. âIt was a fucking nightmare to do though.â
âSpill, what happened? Are you okay?â Saraâs voice was louder now. You gave her the rundown of everything that had happened, from the lunchtime confession to the actual breakup to how you were now sleeping in Frankieâs spare room.
âWait â Frankie? Bennyâs friend?â
âAre you still with Benny?â This was different: Sara had a policy of one night only â anything more and she claimed theyâd fall in love with her.
âOf course, he has a massive dick. But back to you missy, youâre staying with Frankie?â
You sighed. âYeah, just until I get the keys to my new place.â
âAre you gonna fuck him?â Sara sounded hopeful.
âOh, my god! No!â
âAw, câmon, rebound sex is good for the soul.â
âMaybe with strangers in seedy bars who have half a chance of giving me the clap. Not with someone I-â
â-Have a huge thing for. Please, I saw it the moment you spotted him at fight night. Youâre so hung up on this guy and Benny says-â
âThis conversation is over, itâs my bedtime. I love you and youâre wrong.â You hung up quickly, cheeks burning with the lie. Did you want to have sex with Frankie? Desperately. At the most inappropriate of times, like when you heard the rumble of his voice through the window at work, like when you caught a glimpse of his beautiful, unique side profile, like when you were alone and allowed your thoughts to wander to what could be under his jeans.
You sighed, frustrated with yourself and rolled onto your side. If you were braver, more sure that his attraction matched yours, you would have gone to his room, crawled into bed beside him, let whatever was meant to be, be. But right now, you werenât brave. You felt like you had used up all your courage quota for the year in a single day, which was a ridiculous sentiment.
So instead of going to Frankieâs room, like the pulsing in your underwear desperately wanted you to, you closed your eyes and tried to sleep.
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Crimson Snow
Pairing: Hawks (Takami Keigo) x Fem!Reader
Genre: angst :â) (a lil bit of fluff thrown in here and there)
Warnings: mentions of blood, character death.Â
WC: 7.8k. am i sorry? no.
Summary: Childhood friends doesnât always equal lovers in the future. You wished that was the case, but ever since Keigo disappeared, you found it hard to believe in love again.Â
(A/N): this was. i had to write this. it wasnât up for debate. finishing this at 4am in the morning aldksjfhajshd. spent a grant total of 2 days brainstorming & writing this fic. not proofread at all. heavily inspired by the song ĺ°ĺš¸čż by Hebe Tien. i strongly suggest you give it a try and listen to it as you read this :p (for all my chinese speakers out there...letâs see how you deal with this heartbreak :â) so yeah. iâm actually...really really proud of this fic. i tried a new format with this, and i think i kinda like it. also i left the ending up to interpretation if you donât read the epilogue. enjoy!Â
credit for this au goes to @wafflesandkrugeâ
hereâs the link to the music :)
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The one constant in your life.
The boy whoâd always been there for you, through the dark days and the cold nights, holding your hand through it all.
The one whoâd held you when you broke down.
The one whoâd tucked you under his wings as the skies crackled with energy, rain pouring from the heavens, and told you that no matter where you went, heâd stay with you. Heâd keep you nice and dry, snuggled close to his body as he shielded you from the storm.
The one constant in your life.
Heâd left quietly in the night, not stopping by to say farewell.
In his place, heâd left a lonesome letter, tucked away beneath a boulder on your special hill.
âIâll come back for you. Wait for me, okay?â
And from within that plain white envelope, a single red feather floated out, carried on the autumn winds, drifting aimlessly.
Almost as if it were lost.
And in that moment, you felt as if youâd lost a part of yourself, a little piece of your soul.
You werenât sure you were ever going to get it back.
Years passed. You waited. There was no sign of him
Not in the skies, not on the land, and even though youâd sometimes see him in the reflection of the water, sitting next to you as you told him about your day, he wasnât really there either.
I wonât give up on him.
Iâll stay strong.
He told me heâd come back for me.
Against the test of time, your resolve never withered. It only grew, strong as steel, taking over the crevices in your heart where heâd left his mark.
Iâll wait for you, Kei.
But pleaseâŚcome back to me.
âHey, (Y/N)!â Your friend called out enthusiastically from her position on the couch. âCome look!â
âWhat?â You stepped out of the kitchen, only to be greeted by a familiar face, smirking on the TV screen.
âLook at him! Heâs this new hero, and heâs only 18! (Y/N)! Heâs our age! Isnât he hot?â She pointed at his flickering image. âHis hero name is Hawks!â Squealing, she turned to you. âIsnât that so cool?â
You stood in shock, the glass of water that you had been holding slipped from your fingers and shattered onto the floor. Liquid pooled around your feet, soaking your slippers, but you made no move to step aside.
âWoah! (Y/N), are you okay?â She jumped off the couch, rushing towards you. âHey, (Y/N)? Heâs cute and all butâŚthis is a little bit much, isnât it?â She looked at you with concern, eyebrows drawing tighter when you didnât respond.
â(Y/N) âŚwhatâs wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost.â
Shaking yourself from your daze, you averted your eyes. âAhh, Iâm sorry. UhâŚI just, I never thought Iâd see him again.â
âWait, you know him?â Your friend looked at you, surprised. â(Y/N) âŚdid he do something to you?â She asked softly. âIf he did, I donât care how cute he is, Iâm gonna kick his ass to high heaven if need be. Someone like that shouldnât be a hero.â
You shook your head, chuckling a little. âNoâŚno, thereâs no need to do that. Itâs justâŚitâs been a long time, and I just didnât expect to see him.â
âAhh. Well, step out of that puddle! Come on, letâs grab you some paper towels.â
Hey!
Itâs me, (Y/N). IâŚI saw you on TV today. You lookâŚdifferent. In a good way, I suppose. Youâve bulked up a bit.
You never used to smile like that though. Not likeâŚlike you were smiling for others. Seeing you smile for the camera, wellâŚit made me sad.
But Iâm happy that youâre ok. I think it would probably be hard for you to find me, since obviously Iâm not on the news. So Iâll come find you instead, yeah? What do you say we catch up sometime?
I miss you. Iâm in college now. Iâm doing pretty good. Youâre an overachiever, arenât you? 18 years old and you already have your own agency.
Not that Iâm complaining. Thanks for making it so easy for me to find you :)
SoâŚletâs meet up sometime, when you have time? Maybe for some coffee? I know a quaint little place. Itâs not too far away from your agency, three blocks to the right, turn left, and walk to the next intersection. Itâs the corner shop. You canât miss it.
Iâll wait for you there this Saturday, okay? Iâll do my work there. You can walk in whenever you have the time.
Your chicken, (Y/N)
Saturday came faster than you could prepare yourself. You checked your reflection repeatedly in the mirror, double-guessing your outfit decisions.
What if he doesnât like it?
Is this too formal for a coffee date?
âHey, (Y/N)!â Your friend barged into the bathroom. âI saw all the clothes on your bed! Are you going on a date?â
âUhâŚjust a meeting with an old friend. To catch up,â you explained.
She looked at you suspiciously. âOld friendâŚis it that guy on TV? Hawks?â
You grew flustered. âErrâŚyeah. If he got my letter.â
She looked you up and down, then dragged you into her closet. âGood thing I just went on a shopping spree last weekend then!â She pumped a fist excitedly in the air. âIâm giving you a makeover!â
Two hours later, you stood in front of the bathroom mirror once more. Your friend had put you through every single possible combination of outfits using both your closet and hers, and you had to agree that she had impeccable taste.
âCome on, youâre going to be late!â She shoved you out of the bathroom.
âI didnât set a time!â You protested, laughing.
âWell, get your ass out of here! My boyfriendâs coming over!â
âSo thatâs the real reason you want me gone, hmm?â You teased her.
âShush! Get out!â
Hawks was on patrol. You had been on his mind the entire week. Ever since your letter had reached his desk, he couldnât stop thinking about you.
Thinking about you brought back happier times, and he wasnât masochistic enough to give himself false hope.
No, it would be better for you to forget about him, and vice versa.
Still, he couldnât stop himself. His body flew of its own accord, ignoring the sensibilities of his mind that screamed at it to stop.
Go back! The reasonable voice inside his head yelled.
Fly back!
His body refused to listen.
He found himself gently landing on a rooftop, right across the little cafĂŠ you told him to meet you at.
He even debated going inside. Just for a second. Just for a cup of coffee, to warm myself up in the chilly late-afternoon breeze, he told himself.
Then, he scoffed. Who was he kidding? If he went inside, he wouldnât have the resolve to step back out before he saw you.
Shaking his head, he flew away as quickly as he could.
If heâd stayed a moment longer, he wouldâve seen you walk down the street, humming a little tune to yourself.
Maybe then his resolve wouldâve cracked.
Too bad heâll never know.
Sitting alone at a table for two was an unpleasant feeling. Especially when youâre on your third drink, the waitress keeps eyeing you with pity, and you couldnât concentrate on your work.
âMiss?â The waitress stopped by your table again. âSorry to bother you, but weâre closing in 15 minutes.â
You checked the time on your laptop. Crap. It was already 5:15.
âOh yeah, uhh, sorry to bother you!â You chuckle awkwardly. You quickly packed your books and laptop, dropped a $20 bill on the table, and hurried out the door. Walking home in silence, you tried your best not to feel too disappointed.
Maybe he just didnât have time?
Itâs ok. Youâll just ask him again, another time.
Another time.
You sent him countless letters. For the first year, at least. When he ignores all of them, you visit his agency in person.
As you walk through the glass doors, thereâs a man sitting behind the reception desk.
âHello, miss. How can I help you today?â He asks in the customary polite tone.
âIâm looking for Keigo. Hawks,â you answer, trying to hide your nervousness.
He looks at you suspiciously. âHow do you know his first name?â
âWeâŚwe were childhood friends,â you tried to explain. âIâŚwell, I havenât seen him in a while.â
He took a closer look at you. âCan I ask for your name, miss?â
â(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).â
He sighed. âIâm afraid that youâll have to leave the premises, Miss (Y/L/N). Youâre not allowed to be here.â
What?
He hadnât kicked you out before you told him your name.
âWhy-â you started, but he cut you off.
âMiss (Y/L/N). Iâm afraid that I have to ask you to leave, and donât come back. Should I call security to escort you out?â
Holding back tears, you clutched your purse close to your chest and hurried out the glass doors, wishing nothing more than to shatter them into pieces.
You didnât send any more letters after that.
Years pass. Every year on your birthday, Keigo gave you a feather.
âSo Iâll always be with you,â he joked.
His feathers are extra durable, but time can wear down even the strongest things.
The last feather you got from him was ten years ago.
It can barely be considered a feather at this point, and you keep it in a special glass case so it canât get any more worn down.
Ten years.
Youâre turning 25 tomorrow.
Ten years of waiting around for him turned into ten years of watching him date other women. Ten years of hiding your pain every time another picture of him kissing a new girl graced the covers of the tabloids.
The first time, you cried yourself to sleep.
It wasnât the last time.
Again and again, he breaks your heart.
By the third year, you convinced yourself to stop looking at the tabloids and the gossip sites.
By the fifth year, you scold yourself. You vow to stop crying over a stupid childhood crush.
By the seventh, you told yourself that you needed to forget about him. Step back into the dating ring, make out with someone else, and remove his presence entirely from your mind.
That didnât work out.
Ten years.
It killed you to finally harden your resolve, but you told yourself that you couldnât spend your whole life waiting for someone who was never going to love you back.
Youâre turning 25 tomorrow, and youâre going to go on a date.
Heâs watching you. He always is.
It makes him feel like a creepy stalker, but he canât help it.
He watches you as you step into the restaurant, decked out in formal wear that looked amazing on you.
Going on a date. With someone who wasnât him.
He stays on the rooftop, watching you through a window as you ate and laughed.
He wishes that he was the one making you laugh, that he was the one helping you order food from the menu, that he was the one sharing a dessert with you.
Heâs selfish like that. It never does him any good.
Heâs scared, really. Scared of commitment, tarnished by his time spent in the work program.
He sees you as the one thing in life that they canât take away from him. You have this innocence, this purity that you always carry around with you, because youâre a part of a time when his life wasnât so complicated.
He doesnât want to shatter that illusion.
He never reached out to you because heâs scared.
Heâs scared that heâll break you.
He stopped sending you feathers, heart splintering every time your birthday comes around, hoping youâll eventually forget him.
You donât.
Itâs not that you didnât try.
No one else really interested you.
That is, until Masaki came along. He was bright, happy, always upbeat. He could find the words to cheer you up, to make a bad day that much better. He was attentive, caring, sweet.
He was everything that most people would look for in a partner.
And slowly, you began to open up to him too.
You fell into his embrace easier. You got a little happier when he came over for dinner.
You felt just a little safer when you were wrapped in his arms, a luxury you never thought youâd have.
Two years later, during a picnic date, he proposed.
You always had a love for picnic dates. Maybe because your first date, with Keigo, was a messy picnic affair during the spring, on top of a little hill where wildflowers bloomed and birds pecked at your leftovers.
âStop!â You giggled, whipped cream smeared all over your cheeks. âYouâre going to get it on my clothes!â
Keigo laughed, then popped another strawberry in your mouth. âYou can wash that off later, silly! Just have fun!â
âItâs not fun when my clothes are all sticky,â you whined. âYou try it! It feels gross!â
He smirked. âOh really?â
Taking a strawberry, he dipped it in the container of cream you had brought, then stuck it down his shirt.
âHa! Take that!â He gloated.
You stared at him in shock. âDid you justââ
âYes I did! And itâs not gross at all, see?â He plucked the strawberry back out and shoved it in his mouth.
âEww! Kei, thatâs disgusting!â
âNo itâs not, it still tastes like a strawberry! Mphm!â He chewed, licking his fingers.
He regretted that decision later, when bees swarmed the front of his shirt.
âEek!â He shrieked, hopping backwards.
âKei, take off your shirt!â
âItâs so sticky!â He yelped, trying to peel the front of his shirt away from his chest.
âI told you!â
âHey, now is NOT the time for the âI told you soâ speech, okay?â He finally ripped his shirt off.
You couldnât help it. You cackled.
âWhat now?â He looked at the bees feasting on his ruined tee.
âI told you so,â you teased him.
Taking one look at the devious glint in his eyes, you scooped up the picnic supplies and raced down the hill.
He followed, wings beating, taking off into the air. He reached you within seconds, tacking you to the ground.
âHey, thatâs not fair!â You struggled against him. âYou know youâre fast when you fly!â
He looked at you mischievously. âAnd what about it?â
âYou canât race me like that when Iâm on foot!â
âWho said we were racing?â His eyes locked on your lips. âI was just trying to catch up to you.â
You blushed, suddenly realizing how close his face was to yours.
âKeiââ you started.
âCan I kiss you?â He interrupted you, then quickly blushed. âI mean, only if you want to-â
You wrapped your hands in his hair, interrupting him with a kiss.
He tasted like the remnants of strawberries and cream, sweet honey on a beautiful spring day.
And it was a beautiful spring day.
Perhaps the last beautiful spring day youâd ever have, for the next spring, he was gone.
Beautiful spring days were few and far between. Youâd learned that the hard way.
But todayâŚyou were inclined to think that it might be another one of those days.
Your boyfriend of two years had proposed on a beautiful spring day reminiscent of one long ago.
You supposed that this marked a series of firsts.
First date. First kiss. And nowâŚa proposal.
You accept his proposal, tears in your eyes. He thinks that theyâre tears of happiness, and in part, they are.
You donât tell him that this was the one thing that you never thought youâd do. You feel like youâre betraying Keigo.
You have to remind yourself that he betrayed you first.
Half a year later, you have a wedding. Itâs a small wedding, with only your families and close friends. You considered reaching out to Hawksâs hero agency, but decided to spare yourself the pain.
Heâd moved on. So would you.
Unbeknownst to you, when the ceremony rolled around, Keigo was standing on a nearby rooftop, the wind blowing away his tears.
He couldnât believe how beautiful you were.
He knew that he couldnât have you, but didnât you know that he was a sucker for pain? Watching you repeat the vows was like getting punched full-force in the gut, but the wind never returned to his lungs.
He felt empty inside. Something essential was missing, and he knew what it was, but he also knew that he couldnât ever have it. Not if he wanted you to stay alive.
As the ceremony finished, he flew away into the sunset, and you caught a glimpse of his crimson wings, purely on accident. You shook your head in disbelief.
âNow Iâm hallucinating too,â you muttered to yourself.
But no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself you imagined the whole thing, that final view made it so much harder for you to forget him.
Another year passed, and the seasons changed as they did. Spring flowing into summer, summer fading into autumn, autumn slowly drifting into winter.
Gradually, your new life engulfed you, the comfort of it all slowly draining away your doubts. Your husband was a good man. A faithful man. A caring man.
He held doors open for you and snuggled you on the couch. He played with your hair and made you breakfast in bed. He made it difficult for you not to love him.
You werenât entirely sure you wanted to resist, anyways.
One night, you woke up in your shared bed, screaming in pain. Your lower back burned, almost as if you were getting branded.
Your husband woke up to the commotion. The bedsheets were stained with blood. Fresh, crimson, blood, all of it coming from you.
Whimpering, you laid limp as Masaki set you on your belly, trying to figure out the source of the injury. Taking a clean paper towel, he gingerly wiped the blood off of your raw skin, showing a tattoo emblazoned in gold ink.
Written in elegant cursive were three simple words.
Three words, but they hurt to look at.
(Y/N) âŚIâm sorry.
Your husband stared in shock. This didnât happen. This couldnât happen, could it? The only way someone got a tattoo like this was if their soulmate died, and, wellâŚhe was still very much alive.
He wasnât your soulmate.
In this world, quirks werenât the only strange thing.
Soulmates existed. But most never found out until it was too late.
When your soulmate died, their last words would be tattooed permanently on their other halfâs skin in a bloody and painful process.
Their last moments would flash before the otherâs eyes.
Nothing you could do. Nothing you could be sure of, until it was too late.
Fires blazed everywhere.
Building after building, it ate away at the crumbling city, tearing down everything in its path.
âHelp!â A voice choked out, raspy from smoke intake. âThereâs a beamâughâon my leg. I canât get it off!â
A winged figure crouched on a burning rooftop, out of breath and utterly exhausted.
Backup wasnât coming.
The whole city was burning.
Standing shakily, he sent the last of his feathers off to help the trapped woman.
âThatâs it for me then, I suppose,â his smile wobbled slightly. âMy work here is done.â
He couldnât risk jumping off of the roof. His wings were stubs on his back, and only a single feather remained.
âThatâs not enough for me to fly off, now is it?â He chuckled mirthlessly. âOh, if only you could see me right now, (Y/N). Youâd be proud. Saved more than 500 people today, you know that?â He sighed, sitting down on the roof. âLost count somewhere around there. You were always proud of me, werenât you? The only one that believed in me when I told myself I couldnât fly.
Youâre the one that taught me to fly, remember, chicken? Those were the good times.
Look at me now. Talking to myself. Donât even have the strength to fly down anymore.â He coughed into his hand, blood staining his palm. He grasped tightly onto a keychain around his neck, smearing the metal with crimson.
âI never did thank you. Guess itâs too late now.â He stared up at the sky, hues of orange and gold dancing across the horizon.
âNever did treat you right.â He plucked his last feather off of his back, twirling it around in his fingers.
âYou were always too good for me. Too good for anyone, really.â He laid down on the roof, back no longer sensitive to the burning heat.
âI lost the right to love you a long time ago. Iâve got no business crying over you.â He chuckled bitterly. âBut is that going to stop me?â
Letting go of the keychain and his feather, his hands went limp.
â(Y/N),â he sighed, closing his eyes. âIâm sorry.â
The roof collapsed, the hungry flames licking at the bottom finally swallowing him whole. His comms fell out of his ear, the plastic melting in the heat.
A single red feather floated down to the ground, charred and blackened.
The only remains of his body theyâll ever find.
You were sobbing uncontrollably. Keigo.
He was your soulmate.
The boy you loved.
The one whoâd abandoned you.
The one who you tried to forget.
He was your soulmate.
Your soulmate, who was dead.
âTurnâŚturn on the TV,â you whispered weakly. âTurn it on. I need to see.â
Masaki reached for the remote, flipping it on to the news channel.
âEarlier tonight, a bomb was detonated in Nagoya prefecture. Top heroes were on the scene, including Endeavor and Hawks, but their quirks are ill-suited to fight the conflagration. Endeavor has resorted to using brute strength to rescue people from the rubble, while Hawks hasnât been seen since the beginning of the night. We are now reporting his status as MIA, and will continue to look for the Winged Hero, along with updating our reports on the status of missing civiliansââ
You shut the TV off. Youâd heard all you needed to.
Throwing on a mishmash of clothing, you sprinted out the door. Hailing a taxi, you hopped in before it had even screeched to a full stop.
âHawks Hero Agency.â You told the driver, not bothering to mince your words. You hadnât bothered to wipe all the blood off of your back either, so it was gradually staining your coat a deep crimson, a mocking parody of the way that Keigoâs feathers used to lay against his back.
His feathers that were burnt, charred, turned to ashes, no longer able to bring you the comfort they once had when they wrapped you in a warm embrace.
The driver looked concerned. âMiss, do you know what happened today? Hawks isnâtââ
âYes, I know. Drive.â
You pressed your forehead against the window, breath steaming up the glass. It reminded you of one winter, when the two of you had been building snowmen, and your mother called you in for dinner.
âKei, I have to go,â you tugged at his hand.
âAww, (Y/N),â he kicked at an unfortunate stone with the scuffed toe of his boot. âWhy canât you stay a little longer? We havenât finished his head yet.â He pouted.
âI canât, Kei,â you tried to make him release his iron grip on your hand. âMamaâs gonna get mad.â
âThen Iâll make you stay!â He boldly declared, wrapping his little arms around your frame, tackling you to the snow-covered ground.
The two of you giggled, engaged in a tickle war, your momâs voice fading into the distance.
â(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!â Your mom yelled, marching over to where the two of you lay, tangled in a heap. âDo you want to get a cold?â
âNo, Mama,â you said, slowly getting up and dusting the snow off of your parka. âIâm coming.â You turned around and poked your tongue out at your friend, letting your mom drag you back into your house.
Keigo sat in the snow for a while longer, not exactly excited to go back to his house.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.
He beat his little wings as fast as he could, half flying, half stumbling to your kitchen window.
Sneaking a peek inside, he saw you staring questioningly back at him. Not bothering to hide his mischievous grin, he puffed out a breath, steaming the window, took his little glove off, and started writing.
âD O Â Y O U Â W A N T Â T O Â F L Y Â W I T H Â M E ?â He painstakingly wrote out.
You shook your head, and his grin quickly dropped from his face. Looking down, he almost missed the words you mouthed out.
âI canât read it!â You tried your best to sign. âItâs backwards!â
âOh!â He tried his best to write the mirror image of what he had just written, making sure that you could read it from your point of view this time. You read his little message, a grin taking over your face.
âY E S!â You mouthed. âYES, YES, YES!â
Quickly scarfing down your dinner, you waved a hasty goodbye to your mom, racing out the back door, only to get tackled into the snow.
âCome on, letâs go!â He took ahold of your hand. âRace you!â
âYou canât race me if youâre holding my hand!â You shrieked in delight. âStop it!â
He paused, turning around. âHmm. Well, maybe I donât want to race you then,â he looked at you with a small smile on his face. âI wanna try something new!â
âOh?â You asked, seeing the way his eyes lit up with delight. âWhat is it?â
âI wanna fly! With you!â
Giggling, he turned you around so that your back was facing him. He circled his arms below your armpits.
âHang on!â He flapped his wings as fast as he could, kicking up a storm of snow around you. To his surprise, he actually managed to lift the two of you off the ground for around 3 feet or so. He wasnât expecting it to work on his first try, but the two of you really were flying!
Sighing, you turned away from the window.
Happier times, you chuckled mirthlessly.
Isnât it sad that Iâm only remembering them now?
The car screeched to a stop at the front door to the Hawks Hero Agency.
You stepped into the lobby, the fluorescent lights blinding.
Itâs the middle of the night, but they donât seem to mind, you thought. Everyone was bustling around the place like it was normal.
The receptionist had changed since youâd last been here.
She spotted you and hurried over, most likely because of the blood staining your clothes.
âMiss, are you hurt?â She gave you a once-over. âCan I help you?â
You stared at her in shock for a moment. What were you here for again?
âOhâŚuh,â you wrung your hands nervously. âIâm here for Hawks.â
Her expression of concern melted away into one of annoyance. âAnother fangirl. This one appears to be married too,â she scoffed at the band adorning your left ring finger. âPeople these daysâŚâ she muttered underneath her breath, already hurrying back to her desk, where the phone rang incessantly.
âNo. Iâm not a fangirl.â You lifted your head. You might be in pain, but damned if you were going to let a stranger strip you of the remaining shreds of your dignity.
âIâm his soulmate.â
The way you said that phrase with such conviction made the lady pause.
âSoulmate?â She questioned. Girls had tried this trick on her before, butâŚwhen asked to prove themselves, they merely responded with âoh, itâs just a feeling,â or âI just know it.â
Never once had anyone said this phrase with such confidence.
âYes.â You shut your eyes, defiantly holding back tears. âYou have comms, right? What did he say before the comms died?â
The lady stared back at you, a pang of sorrow shooting its way into her heart. You werenât joking around, were you?
âIâŚyes, yes we do. Whatâs your name, miss?â
You sucked in a deep breath. â(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).â
She stared at you for another moment, then quietly pulled out her comms.
âHe saidâŚâ she choked a little. âHe said, â(Y/N) âŚIâm sorry.â We werenât sure who he was talking about. We assumed it was a civilian he wasnât able to save,â she pressed the back of her hand to her mouth. âOh GodâŚâ
Quietly, she choked out another question. âWas itâŚwas he talking aboutâŚyou?â
You didnât want to reply. Youâd heard enough.
The lady didnât try to stop you as you ran to the elevator, your fingertip pressing the âupâ button so hard it bruised.
Quickly looking at the directory, you found his office.
â420.â You choked out a pained laugh. âHe always did like messing around with people.â
Collapsing against the corner of the elevator, you wrapped your arms around your knees and lowered your head. You felt so goddamn tired.
Why did it have to be you?
Why couldnât he break someone elseâs heart?
Someone who was stronger?
Someone who could take this in stride and move on?
Why did the universe choose you?
The elevator bell dinged, rousing you from your thoughts. You stood up slowly, a trail of blood staining the place where you once sat.
Crimson, like the trail of feathers heâd (perhaps intentionally) shed during that game of hide and seek.
You buried your face into your hands.
Goddamnit, Keigo! Why does everything have to remind me of you?
You made your way into his office, most likely the messiest of all the top pro-hero offices. Paperwork was scattered everywhere, jackets strewn across the floor. You even saw a shoelace string laying on the carpet next to his desk.
Itâs almost as if heâd always expected to come back.
Stepping cautiously over the objects that littered the ground, you came face-to-face with a cabinet next to his desk.
Snowglobes. So many snowglobes.
Snowglobes occupied every shelf of the cabinet, and the glass doors made it easy to examine the contents.
You squinted closely at them. They were allâŚdifferent angles of the same scene, you realized.
The snow park above your houses.
Heâd had snowglobes made.
They immortalized the place where the two of you played all day in the snow.
The place where he first learned how to fly, gliding off the hills like a paraglider.
The place where heâd picked you up and learned how to fly with another personâs life in his hands, hugging you close to his chest, reveling in your warmth.
In the spring, it was the place where he took you on your first picnic date.
The place where the two of you shared your first kiss.
The place where he left you his goodbye note, tucked away under the grounding weight of a boulder you used to lay on, basking in the sunâs warmth.
Heâd had 12 snowglobes made. Your lucky number.
12 different angles that showcased the same scenery.
Suddenly, your legs wouldnât carry your weight anymore. You leaned back into his chair, still smelling faintly of his scent.
How can someoneâs scent not change over 13 years?
You closed your eyes, and quickly opened them again when you saw a pile of letters on the corner of the desk.
You werenât sure why they caught your eye. They werenât anything special, really. Plain white envelopes addressed in plain black print.
You took a closer look.
That was your name on the envelopes.
You leaned closer, quickly shuffling through them all.
Each and every single one of them was addressed to you.
Each and every single one of them was dated a year apart.
Each and every single one of them was marked for your various addresses over the years, his handwriting steadily improving.
You couldnât resist your curiosity. Taking a paper cutter, you tore through the seal of the earliest envelope.
A single red feather, beautifully preserved, floated out.
You stared in shock. HeâŚhe didnât forget.
He never forgot.
He just chose not to send it.
Hurriedly opening the remaining envelopes, you acquired more feathers, each fresher than the last.
By the end, you had a pile of 13 crimson feathers, right next to 13 shredded envelopes.
You looked around, confused. Why hadnât he left a note? Any note?
Did heâŚdid he never write letters?
You knew that you had sent him letters.
Maybe they did throw them out as spam.
Your curiosity piqued, you pulled open drawer after drawer, but none of them held anything of personal importance.
Finally, you came upon the bottom right drawer.
It was locked, you realized.
You carefully place the feathers back in their respective envelopes. Sealing them up once again, you carry them in a stack, making your way downstairs.
The agency workers saw you with the letters in your arms, not sure if they should stop you or not. When you looked to the receptionist and murmured a quiet âthank youâ, they stood their ground. If she was okay with you walking away like this, then there shouldnât be a reason that they wouldnât be.
The taxi driver who took you here was still waiting outside. Seeing you arrive, he stomped out his cigarette butt and opened the backseat door for you.
âRough night, miss?â He looked at your back, pity obvious in his expression. âDo you want me to take you to a hospital with that?â
You shook your head. âThey canât fix that. Do you remember the way we came?â
âAye, yes I do,â he stepped into his own seat. âIâll take you there right quick, miss. Donât you worry.â
As you rode back home in silence, you couldnât stop thinking about the cabinet in Keigoâs office.
The feathers, folded away safely in the envelopes you were holding.
If he never forgot, why did he never reach out?
The car door slamming shook you from your daze. âMiss, youâre back home.â
You stared at the man, realizing that you didnât have your wallet on you.
âDo you mind waiting a second? Iâll go get my wallet nowââ
He shook his head. âI know where that blood came from. See here?â He rolled up his sleeve.
âGot mine when I was 22,â a melancholy smile framed his face. âRare, right? I never did find out who she was.
But the hospital staff helped me that day. Looked for deaths around my age, and then when I tried to pay âem, they refused. Said âtwas only the right thing to do. Now I finally get to repay the favor. Donât you go tryna pay me now. Wonât âccept it.â
He leaned back against the hood of his car. When you opened your mouth to object, he merely saluted you, hopped back into the driverâs seat, and drove off into the night.
You turned to your house. The lights were still on inside, meaning your husband was still up. He probably couldnât sleep, not after what had just happened. You couldnât blame him.
Stepping inside, you heard muffled sobs coming from the kitchen.
âMasaki?â You leaned on the doorframe. He looked up at your voice.
â(Y/N)?â He rose from the table. âYouâreâŚyouâre okay,â he wrapped you in a hug.
You cleared your throat. ââŚyeah. Yeah, Iâm okay,â you hugged him back.
Iâm okay, you tried to convince yourself.
âWhere did you go?â He looked at you curiously. Finally seeing the envelopes in your arms, he paused.
âBabe?â He asked softly. âDid youâŚdid you know him?â
You buried your face into his chest. âYeahâŚyeah, I did.â
âDo you want to talk about it?â He asked softly.
âNot reallyâŚnot nowâŚâ you replied.
He patted your back lightly. âThatâs ok. I understand.â
The rest of the night went by in a blur. The letters were scattered on your nightstand, your husband helping you into the shower. Heâs changed the bloody sheets already, but the stains on the mattress were stubborn and refused to come out.
Crimson stains, in the shape of wings.
Days later, some people from the agency stopped by your house.
âIs there a (Y/N) (Y/L/N) at this address?â The receptionist from your earlier encounter knocked on the door.
âUh, hi. Yeah, thatâs me,â you answered, not bothering to change out of your bathrobe. Your complexion had grown waxen, face shallow. Your hair formed an unkempt nest, spiraling around your face.
She gave you a smile, pity etched in her face. It disgusted you, really.
All anyone ever gave you nowadays was pity. Pity cards from your coworkers, although you werenât sure how the information leaked out. Pitiful glances from your husband, who insisted on doing all the chores around the house.
Pity, pity, pity.
âWhat is it?â You asked her.
âWe have someâŚdocuments for you.â She waved over two guys, each lugging a large crate ofâŚpaper?
âWaitâŚall that? For me?â You were confused. There was no way that that bottom drawer, even if all it contained were letters, had that much paper in it.
âYes, (Y/L/N)-san. Itâs all for you.â The men dropped off their crates at your door.
âWhatâs going on?â
âThese were stored in the records house. Hawks filed them. They were all addressed to you, so we felt that this was the proper treatment.â
âWeâll leave you to go through these in your own time.â She started down the steps. Then, as if remembering something suddenly, she paused.
âYou knowâŚhe was a good man,â she smiled gently. âWe all knew he had a secret someone. We just didnât know who they were. Iâm glad he found you. Hero work is dangerous, especially for top heroes like him.
I hope that you find joy in those letters.â She turned back and finished her journey down the steps.
You turned around and looked at the crates.
Found me?
You smiled bitterly, a brittle coldness taking over your heart.
He never really did find me, did he?
Sighing, you sorted through the crates, looking for the ones that were dated the earliest. You carried the oldest set of letters into the bedroom and tore open the first envelope.
Hey, (Y/N). Itâs me, Kei.
I hope you havenât forgotten about me. I mean, Iâm not an easy person to forget, I suppose, but it has been a while. Three years, to be exact.
Three years can do a lot to a person.
I should know.
How are you doing? I hope you managed to keep Timothy alive. You were always prone to overwatering him.
Iâm not sure how long cacti live, butâŚif you nurture something, anything can happen, right?
Iâm a hero now. Iâm sure you know. My debut was broadcasted all over national television. They just canât resist making themselves look good, can they?
At least now Iâm allowed to write. I hope you understand why I havenât written to you in so long.
I didnât forget about you. How could I? Even though we were only 15, how could I forget someone like you?
I missed you. I donât think you understand how much. It felt so empty, living without you by my side. LikeâŚlike I wasnât ever warm enough, even bundled in the tightest blankets. I was always missing you.
Sounds like a curse, eh?
But donât worry. Youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. I just wanted you to know that.
Yours, Kei.
Ripping open letter after letter, you realized that you held his entire life story in your hands.
Hey chicken. Itâs Kei again.
Realized Iâve been treating these letters as a kind of diary. I guess itâsâŚtherapeutic? Even though I know Iâll never send these. I donât want to put you in danger, you know?
Do you remember when we were kids?
We had all the time in the world to do whatever we wanted.
I miss that time.
Not as much as I miss you though.
I check in on you every so often, but I make sure you never see.
False hope is a dangerous thing. It shatters your soul into pieces, and when you try and piece them back together, it cuts your heart so badly you wish youâd never started.
But, you see, youâre like a drug for me.
I canât seem to stop myself. No matter how bad it hurts, IâŚI still come back.
You wouldnât know, of course.
I suppose thereâs a reason it hurts when you stare into the sun.
Iâm already broken, yeah? I donât want you to break with me.
The thing is, I know youâd want to. I know we promised weâd always come back for each other. We promised weâd always be here for each other.
But some promises were meant to be broken.
You canât be here for me, birdie. Youâll get hurt.
That would hurt me more than anything else, (Y/N).
So for my own safety, and yoursâŚ
This is the last time Iâll write to you.
I have to move on, or else those pieces of my soul?
Theyâre already in splinters, but if I keep going like this, theyâll be nothing more than powder, and I donât think I could go on like that, yeah?
I love you, forever and always.
Kei.
Ha. Guess what.
What I said in the last letter?
A fucking lie.
I physically. Canât stop.
The thought of not writing to you breaks me more than the thought of never being with you, and thatâs a milestone I never thought Iâd be able to pass.
So here I am again.
Youâve already heard my entire life story.
I wish I could be there to hear yours.
I saw you tonight, standing on your balcony. You know, the stars were so bright tonight. Reminded me of your eyes the first time I flew with you around the whole field, yeah?
Sparkling. You never stop sparkling, do you?
You knowâŚdo you ever wonder who your soulmate is?
I know that the world is cruel. I know that we donât know exactly who our soulmates are until one of us dies.
ButâŚdo you ever think about it?
Whoâs out there, just waiting for you?
Because I do.
And sometimes, when Iâm at rock bottom, Iâll imagine that weâre soulmates.
Iâll create scenarios in my head. Weâd be happily married. Iâd spoon-feed you ice cream.
Weâd play tickle wars with my feathers, have pillow fights, binge TV shows.
Weâd watch horror movies, and youâd hide your face in my chest the whole time.
ButâŚthose scenarios always make me feel worse after I wake up. Because theyâre not real.
And IâŚI so desperately want them to be real.
But you canât always get what you wish for, yeah?
Going on a big mission soon. Undercover. Cool, right?
Youâd be proud of me, I think, if you saw me.
I have to go now. But Iâll come back safe for you, yeah?
I know you wonât wait for me. I want you to wait for me, butâŚI know itâs not in your best interests. Probably not in mine either.
Sometimes I try and convince myself that itâs okay to be selfish. I want what I want, and you only live once, right?
But then I realize that youâre the one Iâd be putting in danger.
And thatâs when I realize you canât ever stay with me.
Itâs okay. Iâll watch from afar.
I donât think Iâll ever be able to stop loving you.
Yours,
Kei.
You put the letter down and rummaged through the second crate, desperately trying to find the last letter that he wrote.
Hey birdie. Long time no see. Ha.
13 years and I still canât forget about you. Doesnât seem normal, does it?
Iâm convinced that weâre soulmates, but then again, I may have convinced myself. You knowâŚI used to hate the idea of soulmates. Sharing your life with another person, seen as incomplete without them?
Sharing my soul?
Bunch of crap, right? I like making my own decisions. Wasnât ever much of a rule-stickler. ButâŚyou knowâŚIâm starting to warm up to that idea.
But only with you.
And thatâs why Iâm convinced that we are, in fact, soulmates.
You donât know how my heart breaks every time I see you. Manual is a good guy. I know heâs treating you well.
Thatâs the only reason Iâm letting you stay married to him, really. If it was anyone else, I wouldâve busted their ass.
ButâŚyou deserve someone like him. Someone who can give you their all.
Someone who, if you date themâŚthey wonât lead you into danger.
Soulmates are a finicky concept, yeah?
SoâŚI guess weâll never know âtill one of us dies.
Yours,
Kei.
Epilogue
Rainy winter days were the saddest days of the year.
Especially today.
Strolling through the park, you held a black umbrella in one hand and clutched a glass case tightly in the other.
You stopped in front of a marble headstone.
âHey there,â your voice cracked.
âMiss me?â
A whistling wind, scattering powdered snow and frozen rain across the landscape, was your only answer.
âKei, Iââ You collapsed onto your knees, uncaring of whether or not the cold would seep in. It couldnât get colder than your soul now, anyways.
âIâŚI didnât go to your funeral.â Tears rolled down your cheeks, leaving a silvery sheen in their wake. âThere were too many people and IâŚI couldnât handle it.â
âButâŚKeiâŚâ You choked out an ugly sob. âWhy didnât you send me the fucking letters?â
âI donât care how dangerous your work was. You canât get anywhere without taking risks in life, Kei!â You screamed at the marble façade, willing it to crumble.
âYou canâtââ
âYou canât make my decisions for me!â
âI should be the one who gets to choose who I love!â
Your screams attracted the attention of several bystanders, who quickly averted their eyes and walked away when they saw your distraught state.
âYou shouldnât have tried to choose for me!â
âAnd nowââ
âYouâre dead, Kei! What am I supposed to do now?â Your tears pooled on the frozen ground, marking little dents in the snow.
You slammed your fists into the ground, the glass case in your hand cracking.
Another ugly sob made its way out.
âKeiââ you whimpered.
The glass shattered, splintering into thousands of tiny pieces, each fragment glittering like diamonds.
Slivers found their way into your palm.
Crimson blood, the color of the worn-out feather freed from its enclosure, splattered the snow-white ground.
âKei,â you whispered, carefully placing the feather on top of the chiseled marble.
âWherever you are, I hope youâre happy.â
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That last fic was really sweet! Would you possibly be willing to do a continuation with BokuAka and KageHina perspectives? x
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Pairing: sick Kageyama, caretaker Hinata
Word Count: 5,625
Warnings: vomiting, swearing, meanie kageyama :(
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ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY I WILL DO THIS. You and another asked for this and Iâm SO HYPE ABOUT IT. So thank you!! Iâll answer the other ask with the Akaashi part :)
My timeline w the Kuroo chapter (& most likely the Akaashi one once itâs fully written) do not line up with this one at all. Please just ignore that and pretend it all makes sense. Thank you much appreciated.
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Kuroo Part
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Kageyama was being a jerk today.
Well...a bigger jerk than normal anyway.
Things were fine up until about the middle of afternoon practice. In fact, Kageyama was almost unnervingly nice to Hinata until that afternoon.
When Hinata woke him up, he didnât grumble or swear at him (he was almost pleasant!). He pecked the top of Hinataâs head in a cute sleepy haze on his way to the bathroom (PDA? Even with the risk of someone catching them?!). He even let Hinata pick off his plate at breakfast (without smacking his hand away or swearing!).
However, something must have set his boyfriend off. He was being cold, ignoring Hinataâs complaints and questions. He was almost completely silent while they were playing. It was freaking Hinata out.
During their practice matches, Kageyama was consistently flawless as usual, Hinata was really on his game, and the other spikers were in good form as well. His foul mood couldnât be because they werenât playing well.
It also couldnât be because anyone picked a fight with him either. Kageyama got along with most of the players at these training camps. He even did serve practice with some players from Shinzen and Ubugawa last night when Hinata went to practice with Bokuto and Kuroo.
So when Hinata couldnât figure it out himself, he marched up to Kageyama during a water break and demanded to know what was wrong.
âHey! Whatâs up with you today?â
âHah?â Kageyama asked sharply, glaring down at Hinata.
âYouâve been really quiet for the last two hours and youâre being a butthead right now!â Hinata snapped back. He wasnât backing down when he knew he was right. He knew something was bothering Kageyama. He just had to find out what it was and then he could try and make things better for him.
Kageyama blinked at him for a few seconds before his face melted into a deeper-than-normal- scowl. It was more...confused than angry though. Hinata thought that he was about to relent and finally tell him what was wrong.
Instead he scoffed and walked away.
Hinataâs jaw dropped as he watched his boyfriend walk away. How dare he?
He clenched his fists and scoffed as well.
For the rest of their practice matches, Hinata and Kageyama avoided any non-volleyball related interactions. However, by the end of their last game, Kageyama looked so pitiful that Hinata couldnât find it in himself to be angry anymore.
Instead, he sat beside Kageyama who plopped himself heavily onto the floor as soon as they finished their penalty lap. He was leaning against the wall, panting.
Hinata turned his head to observe him. He was sweaty and breathless as to be expected. Hinata was also trying to catch his breath and wipe away the sweat before it dripped in his eyes. What was unexpected was the pale tint to his skin, probably barely noticeable to other people. But Hinata, who spent an exorbitant amount of time studying Kageyamaâs face, noticed.
His eyes scanned Kageyamaâs face and saw the near imperceptible blush rising to his cheeks as well. Was it from the running? OrâŚ
Hinataâs hand moved towards Kageyamaâs forehead but before he could touch it, Kageyamaâs hand slapped it away.
âOw! What the heck? That hurt, Yama!â Hinata cradled his hand against his chest.
âWhat are you doing, dumbass?â Kageyama snapped. Hinata took a moment to be utterly flabbergasted at the malice laced in the reply. It felt unwarranted, given that Hinata was a) his boyfriend and b) just trying to help.
âIâm trying to figure out why youâre being such a freakinâ asshole today, Jerkyama,â he narrowed his eyes and glared up at Kageyama. The setterâs lip curled and he clicked his tongue.
âI donât know why youâre so in my fucking face today, idiot,â Kageyama spit back so venomously that Hinata almost instinctively recoiled.
âCause I know something is wrong and I donât know why youâre hiding it from me!â Hinata yelled back. What the fuck was his problem?
Hinata could feel the eyes of his teammates on them now, probably wondering what was causing their dynamic duo to fight this time. Thankfully, they kept their distance. He knew theyâd step in if they needed to, but he and Kageyama have gotten a lot better at resolving things themselves. (And that has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they are secretly dating. Nope.)
âI donât have to tell you everything. Youâre not my mom,â Kageyama shrugged sharply. âJust back off okay? Fuck. Youâre so clingy. Let me breathe,â he exhaled and turned his head away again.
The words cut through Hinataâs chest painfully. He gaped at Kageyama for a moment before standing up quickly and glaring down at Kageyama.
âFine. What the fuck ever, Shitty-yama. I donât know what crawled up your ass today, but Iâm sorry for caring. Come find me when youâve got your shit together and youâre ready to be my boyfriend again,â Hinata seethed and walked away.
If Kageyama was going to be such a jerk, he would go practice with Kuroo and them again until Kageyama decided to not be a dick.
âHinata,â Suga called out to him. Hinata inhaled and slowly turned to face his upperclassmen.
âYeah?â He asked as calmly and normally as possible.
âIs everything alright? Looked like things got pretty intense. You guys havenât fought like that in a while,â Suga asked and put a hand on Hinataâs shoulder. He squeezed, eyes wide and a concerned frown on his face and Hinataâs anger melted. They hadnât officially come out as a couple to the team or anything yet, but itâs not like the team didnât know how close the two were recently. Even if they believed it was only as friends.
âYeah,â he huffed, âI donât know. Somethingâs bothering him, but he wonât tell me. I almost thought for a second that he might be sick, but if he has enough energy to be such a huge buttwad, then thatâs probably not what it is.â Suga nodded in understanding.
âWant me to keep an eye on him?â
Hinata peered over Sugaâs shoulder to where Kageyama was still sitting. Yachi was sitting facing him on her knees, clearly trying to get him to talk to her. If he was responding, Hinata couldnât tell. Kageyamaâs knees held his knees to his chest, his head resting loosely on his arms. He was about to say yes, absolutely, please, until he remembered that they were just friends in the eyes of the team and he therefore had no reason to be as concerned as he was.
âUh pft, what?â he tried to cover, âif you want--I mean--I donât care--itâs not like weâre dating or anything. If he wants to be an idiot, thatâs his problem.â Suga raised his eyebrows at him.
âIâll have him practice setter switches with me then,â Suga said with a soft smile.
âOkay. If you want to⌠it might help him...,â Hinata replied, grateful that Suga wasnât questioning his weird reaction. Suga ruffled his hair before prancing over to the rest of the team to coerce them into more practice.
Hinata inhaled slowly and exhaled away his frustration. Then he turned and skipped over to where Kenma and Kuroo were chatting quietly.
âKuroo-san!â Hinata called and ran up to them, âare we practicing again today?? I want you to show me that cool wha-BAM block again!!â He jumped up and attempted to imitate Kurooâs cool kill block.
âShoyo, Kuro was actually just saying that he wasââ Kenma started. Hinata thought that Kenma almost looked worried about something? Kuroo cut him off before Hinata could figure it out.
âOn my way to look for you Chib-chan!â
Hinata grinned at him. He loved practicing with such amazing players. He learned so much and it was a sure way to take his mind off his grumpy boyfriend for a few hours. Hopefully, by the time they met up for dinner, Kageyama would be in a less crappy mood.
âLetâs go grab something to eat and then weâll round up the others,â Kuroo told him and Hinata nodded and ran off. Now that he knew Kuroo was coming, he should convince Tsukishima to join.
***
Extra practice was absolutely not going the way Hinata thought it would. In fact, it only reminded him about how completely useless he was trying to help Kageyama earlier that day. He was still completely useless. Tsukishima already yelled at him and Lev to be quiet.
âYouâve got a fever,â Akaashi said and Hinataâs anxiety spiked. Maybe Kageyama was sick after all. He mightâve caught whatever Kuroo had. And Hinata was such an asshole to him. He would have to apologize after they took care of the current situation.
Hinata watched helplessly as his upperclassmen slowly broke down, trying without success to think of some way to help. Akaashi and Bokuto seemed to have it covered, but Hinata was tired of feeling useless.
When Lev mentioned Kenma, Hinata was more than happy to retrieve the setter. He knew exactly where he should be too.
âKenma!â Hinata yelled breathlessly as he entered the Nekoma sleeping quarters. He scanned the room for the familiar brown-blonde hair, ignoring the curious eyes of the other Nekoma members in the room. Kenma was nowhere to be found. He locked eyes with Inuoka who blinked at him in shock.
âHinata? Is everything okay?â He stood up and crossed the room.
âUh,â Hinata quieted down a little, he wasnât stupid enough to blurt out the situation. That might only cause panic. âKuroo-san is sick and I came to get Kenma.â Inuokaâs eyes widened.
âIt hit Kuroo-san? Already? Damn,â Inuoka sighed, putting a hand on his forehead.
âWhat are you talking about?â Hinata asked.
âA few players from Shinzen and Ubugawa got a stomach bug. They just told Nobuyuki-san. He went to go talk with the rest of the captains and vice-captains about what to do. He took Yaku-san and they figured theyâd just tell Kuroo when he got back. I guess he knowsâŚâ Inuoka explained and Hinataâs stomach dropped to his feet. Kageyama practiced with a bunch of Shinzen and Ubugawa players last night, so he most definitely was sick. Shit.
He wanted to run to find his boyfriend, but he had a job to do right now. He trusted his team to take care of things until he could find Kenma.
âWhereâs Kenma?â Hinata pressed.
âHeâs in the shower,â Inuoka said and Hinata cursed.
âOkay. Thanks, Inuoka!â he called as he sprinted towards the bathrooms.
Kenma was very unhappy with Hinata when he burst into the bathroom shouting his name and throwing the curtain open. After he explained the situation with Kuroo though, Kenma sighed and said heâd be right out. Hinata waited impatiently outside the bathroom for Kenma to finish. When Kenma emerged from the bathroom with his hair tied back and dripping and his Snorlax slippers adorning his feet, Hinata quickly led him to Gym Three.
âKuroo- san! I found Kenma!â Hinata yelled as soon as they got there. Kenma immediately went over and took Akaashiâs place beside Kuroo.
Hinata watched for a little while, but when Kuroo started gagging more he remembered that his own boyfriend might be in a similar situation.
âUh, Iâm gonnaâIâm gonna go,â he stuttered and ran out of the gym to find Kageyama.
He had no idea where his boyfriend might be at this point. Was he even sick? Was he angry at Hinata? If he was sick, would he still be in the gym anyway? It wouldnât be surprising at all if he blatantly lied about being sick in order to keep practicing.
âHinata!â Kiyoko ran up to him, âthere you are. Weâve been looking everywhere for you. I ran to Gym Three earlier, but as soon as I saw the situation and that you werenât there, I just left. Please come with me,â she said quickly and turned back the direction she came from.
âIs everything okay?â he asked. Kiyoko looking for him so urgently couldnât be anything good. She shook her head.
âKageyama almost passed out while he and Sugawara were practicing, but he refuses to leave the gym.â Hinataâs chest squeezed. He was right. Kageyama was sick.
âWhat a freaking idiot,â he said, picking up his pace a little.
When he got to the gym, Kageyama was standing on the court, swaying on his feet. Yachi was hesitantly tossing balls up for him to set. Before each one, she tried to say something about how Kageyama should sit down, but Kageyama cut her off with a glare. Asahi, Yamaguchi, and Kinnoshita were all practicing half-heartedly, keeping an eye on their stubborn setter. Noya was the only one who looked angry. Hinata imagined that he tried to get Kageyama to leave and was quickly shut down.
âWhere are Daichi and Suga?â Hinata asked Kiyoko. She shrugged.
âThey were called away for some captainâs meeting.â Hinata nodded.
âShinzen and Ubugawa players have a stomach bug. Itâs probably about that.â Kiyokoâs eyes widened and she shot an anxious look in Kageyamaâs direction. Hinata grimaced and steeled himself.
âHey! Bakayama!â Hinata shouted and the ball Yachi tossed fell to the ground untouched. Kageyama turned to him and Hinata gasped.
He was paler than earlier, almost ashen, and positively dripping in sweat. Hinataâs feet carried him over to his idiotic boyfriend and he immediately cupped his flushed cheeks. His fever was immediately evident. Kageyama registered the movement a little too slowly (incredibly concerning) and grabbed Hinata's wrists and weakly tried to pull his hands off his face.
âStop. You have a fever. You need to go to bed.â Hinata said, not leaving any room for an argument.
Of course, that didnât stop Kageyama.
âIâm fine,â he said. The crack and complete lack of bite in his voice made the statement incredibly unconvincing. Hinata pursed his lips and dropped his hands.
âFine. Letâs do some passing drills then,â he shrugged and walked over to Yachi to get a ball.
âHinata, I donât know if thatâs the bes--â Yachi started.
âGet a bucket and some water ready.â Hinata cut her off with a whisper. Her mouth immediately dropped into a frown, her eyes wide, but she nodded and ran to the store room.
âFine. You suck anyway,â Kageyama muttered. He moved into position.
They started passing and things were going smoothly for the first few minutes. As time passed, however, it was more than clear that Kageyama was unwell. There was an obvious sway to his stance, and he was panting even though theyâd only been at it for a few minutes. Hinata was uncomfortable with putting his boyfriend through all this, but if the idiot wasnât going to admit he was sick, there wasnât anything else he could do.
Without realizing it, Hinata let out his frustration on the ball and spiked it down. Kageyama jumped to try and reach it when it bounced back up, but just barely touched it. When his feet slammed back onto the floor, his legs gave out and he fell to his hands and knees. Yachi and the remaining Karasuno players gasped and tried to run to his side, but Hinata beat them to it.
âKageyama!â Hinata ran over to him. He swiped back his sweaty hair and cringed at the heat he felt.
âThat was a shit move, boke,â Kageyama wheezed.
âI didnât mean to spike it, really, I was just so frustrated because youâre being so unnecessarily stubborn about this. Youâre clearly sick, idiot.â Hinata replied. He couldnât keep the concern out of his voice. Kageyama seemed way worse off than Kuroo.
Kageyama thought about his words for a second before he looked at the floor and nodded. Hinata sighed in relief.
âCan I take you to bed?â Kageyama met his eyes. Hinata frowned. Kageyamaâs eyes were fever-bright and glassy (Hinata secretly thought it made the blue of his eyes even more beautiful, but he kept that to himself. For now, at least).
âPlease,â Kageyama croaked. His bottom lip trembled and if there werenât other people around, he wouldâve kissed Kageyamaâs sweaty forehead.
Instead, he stood up, extending a hand down to Kageyama. The setter took his hand and Hinata helped him stand slowly and carefully. As soon as he was upright, Hinata pulled one of Kageyamaâs arms around his shoulder and wrapped his own around his boyfriendâs waist. Kageyama leaned a little too heavily on Hinata.
Hinata bit his lip. If Kageyama did catch the same bug, he needed to get him somewhere away from people sooner rather than later. It was unlikely that Kageyama would be okay spewing his guts up in front of everyone.
âHere, Iâll help,â Yamaguchi said and Hinata shook his head before he could make his way over to them.
âItâs okay. I donât want you to catch this,â Hinata said and sent Yamaguchi a grateful smile. Yamaguchi nodded and took the bucket and water from Yachi.
âIâll follow you. I want to find Tsukki anyway.â
They made it about 3 feet out of the gym before Kageyama pushed himself away from Hinata and careened off to the side. He put a hand on the wall and doubled over with a painful sounding wretch.
âCrap,â Hinata muttered and grabbed the bucket from Yamaguchi. He walked over to Kageyama and put it down in front of him and put a hand on his hunched back. A second later, he heaved again unsuccessfully.
âCan I do anything?â Yamaguchi asked. Hinata glanced at Kageyamaâs scrunched up face and watched his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed. He turned back to Yamaguchi and shook his head, sending him another thankful smile.
âItâs okay. I got this,â Hinata said. Yamaguchi hesitated, but nodded and placed the water bottle on the ground before turning and walking away.
âRelax, Yama,â Hinata soothed.
âGoâway,â Kageyama replied. Hinata for the umpteenth time that day, took a second to compute his boyfriendâs response.
âAs if, stupid. Itâs fine. Itâs not like you havenât seen me puke.â
âThatâs not,â he hiccuped, âthatâs not it.â Kageyama said.
Hinata stared at him for a second and tried not to be hurt by thoughts that hadnât yet been voiced.
â...youâd rather be alone?â he asked softly. Kageyama looked up at him, his eyes big and his mouth in a tight line, but an apologetic look on his face. He nodded. Hinata tucked his lips into his mouth and took his hand off his back.
âIâll just be over there then,â he chuckled pathetically. If Kageyama didnât want him around, it didnât mean that he didnât love him or trust him, Hinata tried to remind himself. It was just a preference. This was a new situation for them as a couple and Hinata had to remember that he was still learning things about his boyfriend.
âHinaââ Kageyama tried, but was cut off by another gag. It was wet and gurgling.
âItâs okay, Yama! I know itâs not cause you donât love me. Itâs fine. Come get me when youâre ready,â Hinata assured and walked around the corner of the gym.
He sat down against the wall and took a breath. It was stupid for him to feel so hurt. The only reason he was this upset was because they fought earlier and never really made up.
Around the corner, Kageyama gagged harshly and Hinata winced. He resisted the urge to run around the corner and help.
For the next several minutes, Hinata sat by helplessly, uselessly, and listened to Kageyama wretch and gag and hiccup and gasp unproductively.
Finally, a harsh cough brought with it the sounds of vomit hitting plastic and Hinata felt some relief on behalf of his sickly boyfriend.
From there, it was almost like someone turned on the faucet. Hinata winced everytime Kageyama heaved. He was about to run to Kageyama, whether the setter wanted that or not.
âSh-Shoyo,â he heard Kageyama whimper and with that Hinataâs resolve to sit by patiently broke and he got up and sprinted the short distance back to his boyfriend.
Kageyama was squatting with the bucket between his legs and his head in his hands, panting.
âYama,â Hinata said at the same time that his heart broke. He knelt by Kageyama.
âHey, Iâm here. What do you need? Want me to rub your back? Want some water? I can tie back your hair or ââ
âSho, please,â Kageyama breathed. He looked at Hinata with the biggest, saddest, wettest eyes and the cutest, smallest, most adorably pitiful frown.
âPlease jusâ shuddup ân hold mâhand,â he said and held out a hand. Hinata gladly took it and squeezed. Kageyamaâs shoulders relaxed briefly before jumping back up by his ears when he heaved.
Hinata sat by quietly while Kageyama continued to throw up seemingly everything heâs ever eaten. He wanted to do more, but didnât want to overstep any boundaries and make Kageyama uncomfortable. Just being able to offer even the most minute bit of comfort to Kageyama made him less anxious. He hoped Kageyama felt the same way.
Kageyama spit in the bucket and breathed heavily.
âWater?â He choked. Hinata nodded eagerly and handed him the water Yachi brought him. Kageyama used it to rinse his mouth out first and then fell onto his butt and took a few more sips, opting to sit cross-legged against the gym wall.
Hinata fiddled with his fingers, trying to figure out what to do with them now that he wasnât holding Kageyamaâs hand anymore. He decided to move the bucket away and await further instruction.
Kageyama looked...bad. And it made Hinataâs whole body twitch. Heâd never seen Kageyama like this, weak and sweaty and vulnerable. On the one hand, he was glad that Kageyama trusted him. On the other, it hurt his chest to see the guy he loved in such a state.
A quiet sob broke him out of his thoughts and his head shot up to look at Kageyama.
âYama?â
Kageyama shook his head and brought his arms up to cover his face. Hinata crawled over to him and waited for him to calm down.
âIâm sorry, Hinata,â he whimpered behind his arms. Hinataâs face softened.
âItâs alright.â
âNo,â Kageyama said quickly, dropping his arms and meeting Hinataâs eyes. He was flushed, pale and sweaty, his hair matted and sticking up in all directions. Hinata smiled at him sympathetically.
âItâs not alright, Hinata. I-I was such an ass-asshole,â he wheezed between sobs. Hinata bit his lip.
âAnd you were on-only trying to h-help, and I was so mean!â He cried, his chest heaving. âYou should break up with me.â Hinata furrowed his eyebrows and widened his eyes. How did he fall for such a freaking drama Queen?
He threw his head back and sighed, âKageyama.â
âDonât forgive me, Hinata! Youâre not clingy! Iâm sorry,â the setter continued to cry. His raspy breaths and choked sobs were quickly devolving. Hinata could see where this was going. He felt bad because Kageyama was probably way too out of it to realize that he was working himself up.
âYama, please listen to me for a second you big idiot,â Hinata tried again. Kageyama continued to sob, hiccups sprinkling themselves in now.
Hinata needed to calm him down. Could he touch him now? He wasnât sure. He didnât want to make Kageyama more uncomfortable.
Kageyama made up Hinataâs mind for him when he lurched forward with a dry heave. He planted a hand on the ground in front of him but his whole arm was trembling. Hinata wrapped his arm around Kageyamaâs heaving chest quickly to keep him upright.
âTobio, calm down. Breathe,â Hinata soothed. Even he was surprised, but very proud, at how calmly he was handling everything. Heâd brag to Kageyama about it when he was feeling better.
Kageyama shook his head quickly, eyes squeezed shut and dry heaved again.
âThereâs nothing left, Yama,â Hinata tried to reason. He used his free hand to rub gently between Kageyamaâs shoulder blades.
Kageyama grabbed Hinataâs arm around his chest and squeezed. His body continued to betray him and after a few more heave, he choked on a small stream of bile onto his legs.
Hinata cursed and pulled Kageyama up to a standing position. It only served to aggravate his stomach more and he belched up a larger wave. At least this time he didnât get it on himself.
He kept an arm firmly across Kageyamaâs chest and the setter leaned heavily into Hinata. It was concerning to say the least. His throat gurgled before more bile spilled from his mouth.
âKageyama, hey. Breathe,â Hinata said more urgently.
âHinata!â Suga called and Hinataâs head snapped towards his upperclassmen. Suga was jogging towards them with a few medical masks in hand.
âShit, it hit him hard, huh?â He winced.
âYeah,â Hinata replied with a grimace. Kageyama gasped. He squeezed his eyes shut and spit before moaning pitifully.
Hinata, getting past his own disgust, used the end of his own gosh dang shirt and wiped off Kageyamaâs mouth. His boyfriendâs lip trembled when he made eye contact with him and Hinataâs mouth quirked up in sympathy.
âYouâre okay,â he said. Kageyama turned and wrapped his arms around Hinataâs head and collapsed onto him in a heavy hug. On instinct, Hinataâs arms snaked around Kageyamaâs waist.
Hinata managed to bring his face out of Kageyamaâs chest and found Suga again. The older setter had an eyebrow raised and subtle smirk on his lips.
âSeems you guys made up,â he said, crossing his arms.
âYeah,â Hinata blushed, âis there somewhere he can rest?â Suga chuckled.
âYeah. Come on. Theyâve set up a room for the fallen,â he joked. âDo you need help?â
âUh,â he glanced at the giant buried in his neck and smiled softly.
âNah. I got it. Just lead the way.â He said and maneuvered Kageyama onto his back.
âTry to keep your insides inside for a bit, okay, Bakageyama?â Hinata teased. Kageyama just groaned and nuzzled further into Hinataâs neck.
Suga covered his own face with a medical mask before handing one to Hinata. Then he led them to a classroom set up for the sickies. While they were walking, Kageyama whispered repeated and delirious apologies to Hinata.
âHey, itâs fine,â Hinata insisted after a bit, âI was a jerk too. Iâm sorry. I just wanted to help. It was stupid of me to think I could fix everything if you just told me what was wrong.â
âI shouldâve just told you,â Kageyama replied quietly.
âYeah probably,â Hinata shrugged as best he could, âbut this is new for us. Weâll figure it out.â
âStill. I was so mean,â Kageyama mumbled into Hinataâs neck.
âIâm not mad,â Hinata reassured. He looked ahead at Suga who was very obviously trying not to listen.
âYou should be.â
âYouâre sick, Yama. Itâs no surprise that youâre grumpier than usual. Iâm just grateful youâre letting me help you now.â
âI donât want anyone else to help me,â Kageyama admitted. Hinataâs chest warmed.
âItâs you and me, then.â He smiled. Kageyama nodded.
When they finally made it to the Designated Sick Room, Suga left the room to tell Daichi what was going on while Hinata took Kageyama to a corner futon away from the majority of the others.
âAlright, Iâll come check on you in a bit, okay?â He said once he was satisfied that Kageyama was sufficiently comfortable. Kageyama nodded and turned onto his side and shivered. Hinata frowned. He didnât want to leave his boyfriend, but he didnât want to stay in that nasty, germ-filled room longer than necessary.
He turned to leave, resisting the urge to give Kageyama a quick kiss. Right before he stepped out of the room, Suga stopped him with a hand in his face.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â He asked, one hand still up to stop Hinata and the other on his cocked hip.
Hinata raised an eyebrow and said, âIâm going back to practice?â
âAs if,â Suga scoffed before noticing Hinataâs confusion at the response.
âHinata,â he sighed and turned away, âlisten,â he met Hinataâs eyes, âwe were trying to wait for you guys to be comfortable enough to tell us yourselves, but we all know you and Kageyama are dating.â
Hinata blinked up at him. Sugaâs hidden meaning was not immediately apparent to him, but eventually he realized what his upperclassman was implying and he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
âWhatâ noâ I mean we donâtâ I donâtââ
âCut the crap, Hinata,â Suga chuckled, a crooked smile and a raised eyebrow telling the middle blocker that there was no getting out of this one. He immediately deflated and dropped his head and shoulders with an exasperated sigh.
âHowâd you guys find out?â
âFor real?? Itâs not like you guys were subtle at all!â Suga laughed fully this time. âYouâve been fighting less and you stare at each other all the time. Also, take it from me, the storage closets are not as private as you may think.â
Hinata flushed in embarrassment again. No way could he meet Sugaâs eyes right now.
âNow. Get back in there. If Kageyama is sick, thereâs no way youâre not at least carrying his germs.â Suga pushed Hinata gently back into the Sick Room, despite his many sputtering attempts at protesting.
Kageyamaâs bleary eyes peeked up at Hinata in confusion when he unceremoniously plopped down beside his sick boyfriends. He huffed sharply and crossed his arms, pouting.
âWhat are you doing? You shouldnât be in here. Youâll get sick,â he mumbled groggily. Hinata let out an exasperated sigh.
âApparently,â he drawled out, âwe arenât as good at hiding as we thought so thereâs âno wayâ Iâm not carrying your germs. Sugaâs making me stay here.â
âWhaââ Kageyamaâs eyebrows squished together cutely while his foggy brain tried to interpret what Hinata said. As soon as he did, his already flushed cheeks deepened in color before he quickly buried his face in his pillow.
âStupid, Shoyo,â came the muffled insult, âyouâre too obnoxious.â
âMe?â Hinata gasped, a hand flying to his chest and his eyes widening. âYouâre the one that insists we make out in the storage closet!â Kageyama turned his head and frowned up at Hinata.
âIâm sorry,â he croaked, âI just really like you. Please donât yell at me. I donât feel good.â Hinataâs heart constricted from the sheer adorableness behind Kageyamaâs wide glassy eyes and tiny little pout.
âGah,â he squeezed his eyes shut and grasped at his chest. âYouâre so freaking cute, Yamayama. Iâm sorry! Youâre right! Itâs my fault.â To show his remorse, Hinata flopped onto his boyfriend and snuggled into him.
âAh! Shoyo, stop! Weâre in public, dumbass,â Kageyama cried through giggles. Hinata laughed and peered up at Kageyama with a smile. He pecked his flushed cheek and sat up.
âGuess since everyone knows, youâre really stuck with me, Yama,â he sing-songed. Kageyama smiled up at him softly.
âGood. Now let me sleep.â He rolled over and Hinata settled himself against the wall beside his head.
âSure. Iâll be here in case you need to puke again. Let me know if you feel bad and I can get you some medicine or some water. Or hey! If you feel up to munching on something, I can run to the vending machines andââ
âShoyo?â
âHmmm?â
âPlease just shut up and hold my hand.â Kageyama snaked one hand out from under his blanket and Hinata took it in his own as a smile tugged at his cheeks.
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YOU KNOW ITâS TRUE LOVE WHEN YOU CANâT STOP LOVING YOUR WIFE EVEN WHEN SHE GROWS A PAIR OF KINTAMA
A GinTsu fanfic
Word Count: 8072
A/N: This fic is long. And messy. And I wanted to write this for a really long time. Hope you guys enjoy! <3
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âHuh? When did I get here..?â
Standing under the scorching afternoon sun, this is the first thought that crosses the silver-haired samuraiâs mind. The familiar crossroad bustled with people as Gintoki scrunches his eyes and shields them from the blinding sunlight. Not long ago was he lying on his precious couch in his cozy little apartment, so how come is he now standing on the middle of Yoshiwara? Oh yes, he was already on his way to pay his busy wifey a visit.
âMust be the heat, I mightâve lost track of when I reached here.â Rubbing his eyes which seems to itch a little, the man decided to make his way towards the infamous tea-house. It has been months since he last visited Yoshiwara but the true reason heâs here today is because he wants to see his wife. For the last few weeks, Tsukuyo has been coming home late due to work and to his disappointment - and sure enough, hers as well - they hardly get the chance to spend time together.
Of course, like always, Gintoki stays the same, good, supportive husband who doesnât constantly nag his wife about her workaholic nature and busy schedule but right now, perhaps, he has started to feel a little lonely. And as cheesy as it sounds in his thirty-five years old mind, Gintoki really misses her. Not just the sex or the long, passionate kisses, but he really misses spending quality time with her. Seriously, when was the last time the two sat down and read their favorite manga series together? More importantly, their second anniversary is only a few dates away and this time, he wants to surprise her with something special. Something that can help the Tsukuyo take a break from her job and relax.
The former city of night appears as same as ever with people busy with their daily work. A few Hyakka members patrolled the streets, in case of any transgression. However, far away in front of another tea house, Gintoki catches a small crowd of woman swarming a large, tanned man, most likely flirting with him while he seems to be going along with them playful pokes and giggles. Due to his back facing him, he canât get a clear look on the unfamiliar man except for his wide back and blond hair which perfectly contrasted his bronze skin. No wonder so many women were flocking around him, he appears to be quite a good-looking man.
âOh Gin-san, how have you been?â The delighted owner of the tea house was greets him as he walks inside.
âUsual, I guess.â The man simply replied and takes a seat on one of the benches, facing her. âI just saw this guy outside. You guys hired a new bodyguard?â
At his curious question, Hinowa gives him a confused look. âNo. We havenât had new recruits for quite some time now.â
âOh.â
âSo, Gin-san.â Hinowa asks, changing the subject. âWhat brings you here?â
While Hinowa gives him her signature smile, Gintoki finds the situation quite odd. Wouldnât a teasing âHere to see Tsukuyo~â with her playful smirk have made more sense?
âPerhaps, sheâs gotten used to it.â His mind reasoned back as he brushed off the thought.
âUhâŚwell, I was basically here to meet Tsukuyo but I was thinking of taking her on a trip for our anniversary.â Looking down, he nervously rubs the back of his neck. He may have been a married man now but even still, showing his rather romantic side of his in front of anyone except Tsukuyo makes him a littleâŚflustered.
âYou know how she is with her âI donât want anythinââ and stuff. That woman has been working constantly for ages and she really needs to get some rest! I never thought choosing a gift for a woman would be this tough, let alone surprising her but itâs her weâre talking about after allâŚ.So, I thought maybe you can suggest me something.â
After finishing up his chattering, Gintoki looks back up at her with a flushed face, only to find Hinowa confusedly blinking at him. ââŚEh? Anniversary?â
The man knits his brows. âDonât tell me you forgot?â
âForgot what?â
âMy and Tsukuyoâs anniversary.â
âBut when did you get marri-â
âWhatâs goinâ on?â A deep and surprisingly familiar voice came from behind the silver-haired man.
âOh, Tsukuo. Did you know Gin-san got married? He just told me.â
âWhat? When?â
âI donât knowâŚmaybe heâs talking about someone elseâŚâ
This casual exchange of words sounded strange. But what sounded stranger is the name of the man who is talking with Hinowa. Who is now standing right beside him. Perplexed at this sudden change of events, Gintoki slowly turns to his side to find the very same tanned and muscular man he has seen before entering the tea house standing who now looked at him and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder.
âYo, Mr. Husband. Did ya forget to invite us or what?â The man named Tsukuo teases him.
And Gintoki felt all the blood drain off his face.
He knew something was off. Really off. And as he got the closer look of the manâs face, the more he finds himself horrified. âW-who are you?â
The large man quirked one of his brows and then looks back at Hinowa, directing his thumb at Gintoki. âIs he okay?â
âHe looked fine before. Gin-san, you look pale. Are you okay?â
No. No, he isnât. Because this doesnât look right. And no matter how much he tries, his brain has now failed to process the entire situation as Gintoki finds his eyes fixated at the buff man who looks shockingly familiar. Blond hair, violet eyes, the familiar black kimono decorated with autumn leaves and the infamous scar that he has gotten accustomed to kissing - Gintoki has been seeing all these features for years now.
In his wife.
Pointing a shaky finger at the large man, Gintoki felt his voice turn into a mere, almost squeaky, whimper âHinowa-sanâŚ.what happened to my Tsukuyo?â He could no longer contain the shock and disbelief in his voice. No way is this happening!
âTsukuyo?â At this, the raven-haired woman looks puzzled. âBut thatâs Tsukuo.â
âI-I know..butâŚdid some strange light fell from the sky and changed her sex? Like how it happened last time in the Dekobokko arc?â Each syllable he stutters makes his heart race a little faster. âWhat happened to Tsukuyo?â
ââŚ.Gin-san, whatâre talking about? Thereâs no one named Tsukuyo here.â
His mouth falls agape. âHinowa-san, please donât joke like this.â
âButâŚ.Iâm not joking, Gin-sanâŚ.â
âThenâŚyouâre saying my wifeâŚis nowâŚa man..?â
Suddenly he feels a large hand on his shoulder, probing him to look at the other direction which he was so badly trying to avoid. âAre ya outta your mind, ya bastard?â His said wife says up loudly, sounding quite offended by his genuine question. âIâve always been a man.â
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âWHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?â
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âOf course Tsukuo-dono has always been a man.â
âWho doesnât know about the King of Night in Edo, Danna?â
âGin-san~ Why are you suddenly so interested in that bastard when Iâm right here~â
âOi, Sarutobi. Iâm right here - By the way, whyâre you asking around if Tsukuo has always been a guy or not? Did you lose your memories or something?â
Nobody remembers. Nobody.
For the last three hours, Gintoki has been running around the city of Edo after dashing out of Yoshiwara, just so he can find out whether the unearthly Dekobokko cultist have made their comeback or not. Â Unfortunately, nothing of that sort has happened. In fact, after asking Kyubei, Saachan and the Shinsengumi who once turned into the opposite gender knows nothing this uncanny event of his wife turning into the male version of her. Actually, his wife never swapped genders even when they did.
And every time he frantically asked the same damn question, their responses also stayed the same - âBut Tsukuo has always been a man. We donât know anyone named Tsukuyo.â
The statement itself is like a tight slap on his face. But what hurts more is that she is no longer here. Nobody remembers their marriage andâŚnobody remembers her.
His ring is gone.
All the wedding pictures and albums he once had in their little house are all missing.
And now that he looks at the empty shelf where they once had a beautiful framed picture of them kissing on their wedding day, Gintoki slumps down on the floor as he ponders about this absurdity he is currently in. Wasnât it just this morning when he saw his wife leave for work before giving him a quick peck on his lips? Wasnât it just a few hours ago when was planning to surprise his wife on their second anniversary? But now it feels like he is in a completely different world. And suddenly he is back to the same olâ single and unmarried Sakata Gintoki who no longer has the amazing badass blond bombshell of a wife by his side.
In this sorry state, Gintoki recalls a memory from the morning where his favorite weather girl, Ketsuno Ana was announcing todayâs horoscope predictions.
âFor Libras, today, you may find yourself in an uncanny situation. Perhaps, your love life will be tested today under very confusing conditions but let me tell you, do not give up hope. As long as you believe in yourself and your partner, everything will turn out just fine.â The woman gave a bright smile from behind the screen as he flicked the TV off.
âARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?â The utterly confused and enraged man yelled at the ceiling without paying any attention to what his neighbors are going to think. Confusing!? No, this is a hellish situation! âOI WRITER! WHY WONâT YOU JUST LET ME LIVE AS A HAPPILY MARRIED MAN!?â
Even breaking the fourth wall didnât work. Finding himself alone in the bland living room, Gintoki hopelessly looks down on the floor and then at his empty left ring finger, gently rubbing it. He is not a sappy man, never has been, but truthfully, the empty finger does not suit him anymore.
The day he found out Tsukuyo had been in love with him throughout the runtime of the series was the day realized how much of lucky bastard he has been to have someone like her in his life. Idiot he might have been for not acting on his feeling but the day he took his vows was day he promised he will not let go of her. Ever.
âThen why the hell is this going onâŚ?â
A knock on his door interrupts Gintoki and he lets out a heavy sigh. If it was any other day, he would definitely have answered the door. But right now, ignoring it seems like a better option. Must be the baba is what he thinks and then stands up from his place to go look for some strawberry milk in the fridge. Maybe that can help him cool downâŚeven just a little. Another two knocks, this time louder, tries to get his attention but he chooses not to respond again. No way is he in the mood to have a chat with someone.
âOi Gintoki! I know youâre in there!â A voice calls out for him. A very familiar voice that he just wants toâŚavoid right now.
However, his mission fails instantly when another knock comes in, making him rub his already throbbing temple.
Groaning, Gintoki turns the other way to greet the unwanted guest in his house. Well, technically that was her- oh sorry, his house too, but according to the current situation, calling him a guest seems more appropriate. Sliding the main door open - and deep down, wishing itâs Tsukuyo standing there â he finds the male version of his wife nonchalantly smoking from the signature kiseru with his muscular arms folded under his well-toned chest. His blond hair is now tied in a small ponytail and damn, he is a few inches taller than him.
âWhy did ya run away like that?â Tsukuo asks, putting down his kiseru. And while he refuses to admit, Gintoki can clearly hear the concern in his voice which seems soâŚfamiliar. But this isnât her.
âJust had something to do.â Shrugging, Gintoki tiredly looks at the man. âI donât know what I was saying, sorry about that.â He lies, really not in the mood to explain whatever this is. And possibly, this man will not believe him.
âOkaaay.â Tsukuo trails off, confused at his dismissive behavior. âYou okay now? You seemed a little off back in Yoshiwara.â
Oh, can he just stop resembling her so much!?
âYeah. Can you just leave me alone? Iâm gonna get some sleep now, my head hurtsâ He knows he is being an ass but this is for the better. Tiredly, he slides the door close only to find a tight grip on the doorframe and shoves it open again.
âHey. Whatâs wrong with you?â Tsukuo asks, slightly annoyed as he bends a little forward to look into the silver-haired manâs eyes. âFirst you act like youâve seen a ghost and now youâre actinâ like an asshole?â
Hearing this, a vain pops in his head. He really canât catch a break, can he? First, he sees his wife turn into this extremely handsome and muscular man who has lost all memories of their marriage and now, heâs supposed to explain why he is acting like this like a madman!?
âSo, how else am I supposed to act, huh!? Act like everythingâs normal when itâs actually NOT!?â
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean!?â Tsukuo snaps back, confused at his sudden outburst. âIsnât this normal, you moron!?â
âOh yeah!?â Gintoki grits his teeth, feeling fumes coming out of his ears. âMaybe it would have if my married life hadnât been suddenly erased from existence!â
âAnd when the hell did you get married!?â
â ALMOST TWO YEARS AGO ON 21ST JUNE, AT THE END OF SPRING!â Gintoki screams out, making the passerbys look above at the two men who are now engaged in a heated argument.
âWhat the-!?â
Scoffing loudly, Gintoki throws his hands up in the air in utter defeat. âSee! This is what Iâm talking about! A few hours ago, I was a happily married man, planning to surprise my wifey for our second marriage anniversary and suddenly, I see everything is gone! Poof! Vanished in thin air like it NEVER existed!! And the worst part- nobody remembers my marriage, NOT EVEN YOU!â
Tsukuo only returns him another puzzled look. âAnd how the hell would I remember that!?â
âBecause youâre the one Iâm married to, damn it!â Frustrated, Gintoki jabs his pointer at the manâs well-built chest, only to realize what just he said and immediately rephrases his statement to, âOr should  I say the female version of you.â and awkwardly pulls back his hand. âAnd now, suddenly she looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger and Iâve no fucking idea how or when it happened! I donât even have any evidence to prove myself in thisâŚthis crazy situation and damn it, this all sounds so ridiculous!â
Silence follows and the two men stare at each other, one giving an extremely baffled look while the other groans in embarrassment. This is not going anywhere.
Covering his face his hands, Gintoki breaths out a long, exhausted sigh. âListen, I think I need to clear my head. Can you justâŚgo?â
The man doesnât reply for another few seconds. Perhaps, heâll just leave him alone now.
ââŚ.Iâm not going anywhere.â
Gintokiâs ears perk up. Did he really just..?
âAnd I think itâs better if we talk properly.â
Finally, he looks back at the manâs earnest face. âEh?â
âLetâs get outside.â His said wife suggests and turns to walk down the stairs. âI think you should tell me what exactly happened. Maybe that can help you clear your head.â
âYou believe me?â Gintoki calls out, baffled at how serious he sounds.
âNot completely.â Tsukuo looks back as he steps down the last stair. âBut I do know youâre not lying.â
*****
Tsukuo is popular, just like his wife. Very popular.
But fun fact, unlike Tsukuyo, who makes every other lecher look the other way with her intimidating glares, Tsukuo doesnât seem to mind all these flirtatious wink and compliments that keeps coming at him from the opposite gender.
âYou seem to have quite a huge fanbase in Edo.â Gintoki inquires. The two has been walking down the streets of Kabukichou for quite a few minutes now and the extra attention the tanned man keeps garnering is making the silver-haired samurai a little distressed.
âWell, can you blame them?â Tsukuo looks at him, smirking proudly.
âNo.â Gintoki shrugs, glancing at another group of women eying Tsukuo, who literally has the body and face of a Greek god. âBut I never thought youâd enjoy so much attention.â
âI donât exactly.â The man casually replies. âBut when someone wants to talk and spend time with me, I canât just say no to them.â
âAnd you just said the typical playboy line. How convenient.â Gintoki mumbles, not audible enough for the man beside him to hear. He remembers the first time when he met this version of Tsukuyo back in chapter 441 in the Dekkobokko arc. To watch the serious, tsundere woman suddenly turn into a player who shamelessly flirted with his female version was such a shocker.
âFlowers have no beauty nor ugliness. If such a thing does exist, then itâs in the looks of a man that cannot admire both equally.â
âHEY, WHO IS THIS GUY!? A VIRGIN WOMAN SUDDENLY TURNED INTO A PLAYER!!!â
Gintoki lets out a sigh. Even though back then such a thing happened, the situation was, more or less, temporary. Tsukuyoâs sudden personality change was only limited to that one arc. However, from what he has come to understand here, this Tsukuo has always beenâŚTsukuo. Sneaking a glance at the man, he again finds him smile at another woman on the sideways who flushes bright red and shyly hides her face behind her palms.
âYup, this is not TsukuyoâŚâ
After another few minutes of silence, Tsukuo asks. âSo, you were saying Iâm your wife?â
âNo. Iâm saying my wife got replaced by you.â Gintoki replies bluntly.
Unnoticed, the man rolls his eyes. âWhatever. Do you remember what exactly happened?â
âWhat do you mean what exactly happened? I was on my way to meet my wife, but then I see you and suddenly everybody has forgotten about Tsukuyo and our marriage.â
âYeah, you already said that. But Iâm asking did something happen when you were on your way?â
Gintoki knits his eyebrows. ââŚHuh?â
âDid you meet anyâŚshady fortune teller on your way?â Tsukuo inquires seriously, glancing at him.
âUmm..nope.â Comes his honest answer.
âThen did you inhale or drink something strange before?â
âNoooâŚ.â
âThen what about the headaches you were getting?â
âMost probably because of stress. What about it?â
Tsukuo shrugs. âI donât know. I thought maybe itâs some sort of a side-effect of some âmagic spellâ youâve been put into?â
âThis doesnât make any sense, you know.â Gintoki scowls at his absurd speculations.
âWell, this is Gintama. Remember when the animation staff decided to freeze you for an entire episode due to budget issues?â Tsukuo points casually.
âYeah, I do remember tha-â
âPlus, this is a poorly written fanfi-â
âPlease donât mention the obvious to our readers so casually. It can ruin their reading experience.â
Tsukuo sighs. âSo, nothing out of ordinary happened?â
âNo.â Except for his horoscope coming true which he cannot tell him.
âTsk. Thatâs a very cheap way to move the plot though.â
âWould you stop being fussy about the plot already?â
âI was just pointing out the errors.â Tsukuo says as a matter of fact.
âYouâre starting to sound like Onishi-kun now.â
Tsukuo grumbles. âFine, Iâll stop.â
âGood.â
Even like this, the nitpicky and logical side of her is still clearly there. And a part of him feels happy that it is there. As the two continue to stroll around the streets of Edo, Gintoki finds his lips curl upward for the first time in the last few hours, unaware of the blond man looking at him with him own small smile.
*****
The afternoon heat is now replaced by the breezy evening evening as the two make their way to a public park. Gintoki has no idea why they are still hanging out together. Or why Tsukuo still hasnât left for work? Or why they are suddenly in a park and why does it feel like a date? Well, obviously he does not mind spending time with him â itâs actually quite refreshing â but still, Tsukuyo has always been a busy woman, a workaholic who doesnât leave her duties behind, so, shouldnât Tsukuo be like that too?
âWhyâre we here?â Gintoki asks as he watches Tsukuo taking a seat on a nearby bench and stretches out.
Tsukuo, to his question, gives him a blank stare. âBecause Iâm tired of walking.â
âYou arenât even wearing any heels!â Gintoki frowns, pointing at his zori. âTsukuyo can jump twenty buildings on her four-inch heeled leather boots and wonât even beat a sweat.â
Listening to his sudden proud comment about his wife, Tsukuo gives an amused smile. âOh, that sounds interesting. Thatâs what I expect from the female me.â He gives himself a few pats on his shoulders.
Gintoki scoffs at his prideful gesture. âYouâve no idea how sheâs like.â
Scooting a little to the side, Tsukuo taps on the empty seat right to him. âWanna tell me how sheâs like then?â
There is a moment of silence between the two before Gintoki walks towards the bench. âOh, sheâs justâŚamazing.â Taking a seat beside him, he grins widely, suddenly at a loss of words to describe his wife. âSometimes even I end up thinking how I landed a woman like her.â
âYou sound like a love-sick puppy.â Tsukuo chortles lightly.
âWell, I am a lucky man.â Gintoki shrugs, surprisingly unabashed by Tsukuoâs previous remark. There is a familiar sense of security in his company even though the man is the very much different from the woman he has fallen for.
âWell, you did marry me. Of course, that makes you a lucky man.â
His cocky response made Gintoki scoff in dismay. The moment he was starting to think they were a little alike, Tsukuo once again made him rethink his words.
âI didnât marry a smug bastard. Sheâs the complete opposite of you.â Gintoki proudly replies, ready to explain his point. âBeautiful, serious, workaholic and definitely not a flirt - that woman can kill a lecher just by looking at him her venomous stare. And sheâs called the Shinigami Tayuu in Yoshiwara. Well, formally, but you get how scary she is by that name. Hell, even I once became a victim of her wrath for âaccidentallyâ groping her before we started going out. Fortunately, she didnât kill me thenâŚ.â
Memories of the time flash in his mind as a soft chuckle escapes his lips. âActually, it was my fault so I really canât blame herâŚ.Thereâs always been so much more. Sheâs always been so strong and kind andâŚso different from me. Someone that I thought a broke man like me could never have. But she still stayedâŚright there with meâŚ.Thatâs what made me fall for her.â
ââŚYou really love talking about her, donât you?â Tsukuo asks, smiling at the man.
Gintoki sighs, smirking proudly. âBoasting about my wife once in a while isnât bad.â
Soon, silence falls between them. Without having any idea of the kind of face the man sitting beside him is making, Gintoki lets his eyes stay fixated on the bushes right across their seat. For some reason, he has been rambling quite a lot today. Was he always this chatty? No, as far as he can remember, he was not. Probably, itâs the heavy feeling in his chest thatâs making him so talkative.
ââŚand, who proposed first?â Tsukuo first breaks the silence.
This catches the silver-haired samuraiâs attention.
âOf course, I did.â Gintoki replies, turning to see the man giving him a shocked look that made his eye twitch. âOi, donât gimme that look! I saved for the ring!â
At this, Tsukuo gives him an impressed smile. âWhoâd have thought, Sakata Gintoki would become such a hopeless romantic for his precious wife?â
This time, the playfulness in his voice makes Gintoki grunt in embarrassment but he chooses to answer anyway. âFor her, itâs worth it.â
âUmm-hmm. But Iâm pretty sure she made most of payment during the wedding.â Tsukuo cleverly remarks.
Gintoki sighs, nodding in agreement. âYes. Yes, she did.â
Sneaking a glance at the blond man, Gintoki finds the blond blankly gazing up at the sky, a small smile adoring his lips as he closes his eyes and breathes heavily. Albeit all the striking differences, he couldnât help but find a sense of secrecy surrounding him, much like her. And right now, his serene expression reminds him of the way she would sometimes get lost in her thoughts.
âMissing her?â Tsukuo asks after a moment of silence.
Upon hearing the question, Gintoki sadly smiles. âOf courseâŚPlus, we havenât been spending much time together recently because of her work soâŚ.yeah.â
ââŚyou still donât know whatâs going on?â
âNope. But my horoscope did say itâs gonna be a strange day.â Gintoki confesses as a dry laugh escapes his lips. However, Tsukuo doesnât inquire him any further.
Suddenly, a sense of uneasiness envelops Gintoki. He quietly watches the kids run back to their homes while the sky now appears to be painted in a deep shade of orange, the sun slowly disappearing in the broad horizon. It is strange how everything seems so normal to everyone but him; everything here feels like a strange dream he is unable to wake up from.
For the last few hours, being in Tsukuoâs company didnât make him feel lonely in any manner. No matter how different he is here, there is a sense of peace in with him.
However, this is not his reality. This is not the place he belongs to. And this person, at the end, does not have any feelings for him.
âI think I should go back.â Standing up from his seat, Gintoki decides to take his leave. A part of him fears if he stays any longer, he would forever remain stuck here.
As he walks away, Tsukuo call out to him. âOi, where are you going?â
Gintoki can hear his footsteps now. âHome. And Iâm hungry.â He replies without turning back.
This still doesnât stop the man from following him. âHow about you come with me to Yoshiwara? Itâs better than staying up like some loner in your little house.â
This time, Gintoki turns around, skeptically looking at him. âDonât you have work?â
âNope.â Tsukuo shrugs and walks to him. âHinowa told me to take the day off.â
Well, that kinda hurt. He didnât even come on his own accord, thatâs how bland their relationship seems now.
âWell. Youâre free to return back to work, then.â Gintoki waves his hand dismissively, ready to leave again.
âThereâs a new izakaya.â His immediate response stops Gintoki on his tracks as he hears his stomach growl hungrily. âMy treat.â
*****
By the time the two reached Yoshiwara, it has already turned dark outside as the full moon shone brightly above, illuminating the night sky. The streets appear busier than it was during the afternoon as the two make their way to. But before that, Gintoki gets to hear all the Tsukuo fangirls welcoming him back to Yoshiwara after his oh so long, tiresome day. Damn, nobody even bats an eye on the Savior of Yoshiwara anymore.
âTsukuo-sama, how about you spend your night with me?â
âThereâs a new kimono I received, Iâd love~ to show it to you~â
âBut I wanted to serve you sake and enjoy watching the full moon with you~â
Damn it, he hated how Tsukuo is like a chic magnet. Yes, the man is handsome and of course, he cannot blame the ladies for being smitten over him but he has been seeing since the afternoon and now all these flirty gestures are starting to get on his nerves. First, he brings him here â basically bribes him with free food - and then, pulls off this shit!
Picking up his pace, Gintoki makes his way through the crowd, leaving Tsukuo behind. If that blondie is going to take his sweet time with his precious ladies, he might as well search for this new bar and get something to eat all by himself.
âOh Gin-san!â A familiar voice call for him. His mind was so delved into Tsukuoâs apparent bachelor life that he forgot to notice he was passing by the teahouse. âAre you doing okay? â Hinowa asks sweetly, walking towards him.
âUmâŚyeah. Iâm-Iâm fine. That was- I was asking those questions f-for a friend of mine. Sorry for leaving like that.â Gintoki nervously chuckles, scratching his head. Itâs better if he just stay quite instead of bombarding her with another set of ridiculous questions like before.
âI see. Thatâs good to hear. I was worried.â The rave-haired woman politely smiles.
âUm, yeah. Tsukuo mentioned.â There is a hint of disappointment in his voice as his eyes fall on the dusty street. âBut you didnât need to tell him to take day off for me.â
âOh, but he was way more worried than me. At first, he just simply went back to work when you left. But I could tell how much he was worried.â Hinowa instantly replies, catching Gintokiâs attention. âYou know how that man is. Always working and acting like he doesnât care when he actually does.â
Baffled, Gintoki looks back up to find the woman giving him her signature smile. âYou mean-â
âAHHH HINOWA!â The loud voice quickly interrupts their little chat as Gintoki finds a heavy arm casually crash around his shoulders, making the poor man wince. âIâm treating this dude for dinner at Sato-sanâs place.â Tsukuo fakes an excited grin.
Not noticing the slight blush on Tsukuoâs face in the dim light, Hinowa beams excitedly. âOh, thatâs great! Their bar is right around the corner. You must taste their kushiyaki, Gin-san -- Tsukuo, donât forget!â
âYes maâam!â Tsukuo obediently notes and starts dragging Gintoki by his neck. âNow letâs get you something to eat!â
âI can walk on my own, damn it!â Comes Gintokiâs grumbling as he frees himself from Tsukuoâs death grip.
âYeah, yeah, ojii-san.â
âWhoâre ya calling ojii-san, bastard!?â
As the two continue their banter on the way, Hinowa lets out a chuckle, waving at them. âEnjoy you two!â
A few moments later, the two enter the new izakaya which appears quite crowded due to its growing popularity. The interior seems to be pretty much similar to Otoseâs snack bar â with a bar counter stretching to their right and a few dining tables to their left with customers enjoying their meal â the lively atmosphere feels refreshing. But what catches Gintokiâs interest is a savory aroma of grilled meat around the room that almost made his mouth water.
Walking up to the bar counter, Gintoki takes a seat on one of the stools with Tsukuo sitting beside him. He watches the man take his kimono off and place it on lap, exposing his well-toned biceps that can make every man in the bar look away in envy. Yes, even him.
âOjii-san, two beef kushiyaki and one sake.â Tsukuo signals the old man behind the counter who quickly responds with a âComing right up!â with a big smile.
Gintoki gives him a surprised look. âYou donât drink?â
âNope. Never have.â Tsukuo honestly replies. âDoes Tsukuyo?â
âOh, yes! She loves drinking.â the silver-haired samurai exclaims, remembering all the times when they trashed countless bars together after getting wasted. âBut that woman is terrible at handling her liquor.â
This catches his interest. âReally?â
âYeah!â Gintoki shivers at the thought of his drunken wifeâs face. âGive her one drop of alcohol and she turns into a savage beast! I got my head smashed by a bottle of sake when we first had a drink together.â
Tsukuo lets out a chortle. âDamn, I guess itâs better for me to not drink then.â
âGood choice. I call her âthe drunk terminatorâ.â Gintoki proudly declares the infamous nickname he once gave to his lovely wife.
The old man places their order in front of them to which Tsukuo gives him a generous nod before turning his attention back to their little chat. âThatâs why you called me Arnold Schwarzeneggerâs lookalike back when I came to your house.â
Gintoki chuckles and picks a kushiyaki from his place. âWho else am I supposed to compare the brawny male version of my wife with, then?â
âIâll take that as a compliment.â With that said, the two dig in to their plates. âItadakimasu!â.
Taking a bite of the flavorful kushiyaki, Gintoki hums in delight. âThis is really good - Ojii-san, Iâll have another of this!â
âYou really donât say no to free food, do you?â Tsukuo shakes his head, not surprised by this habit of his at all.
âWell, you offered.â Gintoki slyly replies with a mouthful to which Tsukuo feels his lips curl.
The two then continue to eat in silence, with Gintoki sneaking a few glances at the distracted man who now has again started smoking from his kiseru after the old man offered his an ashtray. Something about this entire day feels off and yet, with him, he felt at ease. Still does, actually. Perhaps, itâs because Tsukuoâs the only one who knows about his condition. Or perhaps, heâs just trying to deny the fact that heâs, at the end, the same person deep down inside that he has always felt at ease with.
Gintoki recalls the horoscope newsâ your love will be tested â thatâs what it said. Maybe, now he understands what the test really means. But to say it out loud to him; wouldnât that make things awkward? Because, at the end, this Tsukuyo has no reminisce of the things they have shared togetherâŚAnd the last things he wants to be called is a creep by his own wife.
âJust talk to him, damn it!â Slapping himself inside his head, Gintoki pours a glass of sake for himself and chugs it down in one go, loudly exhaling at how unusually strong it tastes. However, before he could bring up the subject, he watches a middle-aged woman wearing a lavish kimono walk to their direction.
âTsukuo-san, I didnât expect you to be here.â The woman stands to his right, her silky tone didnât going unnoticed by Gintoki as she casually puts a hand on Tsukuoâs shoulder.
Something inside Gintoki catches fire.
âOh, Kirishima-san, what brings you here?â Standing up from his seat, Tsukuo places his kimo and generously greets the lady who, not so surprisingly, reminds Gintoki of a jorogumo. What about personal space- she even has the audacity to stand so damn close to him.
âOh, nothing, nothing.â The said sophisticated Kirishima-san replies as she coyly places a hand on his chest. âYou havenât been here the whole day, I was looking for you.â
Gintoki chugs down another cup, the burning sensation in his body no longer because of the alcohol.
âOh, um, Iâve been a little busy.â Tsukuo nervously glances at Gintoki who seems to have been declared invisible by the woman while he continues to drink his sake. He looks furious. âIs there something that you wanted to talk about?â
âOh, yes. Regarding the donation work.â Kirishima-san says courteously. âIf itâs okay, would you like to come outside for a little?â
âAh, yes, I almost forgot about it.â Tsukuo apologetically says as he escorts the vixen-like lady outside of the bar. Whether itâs just work or not, this Kirishima-lady definitely has ulterior motives.
From the corner of his eyes, Gintoki watches the two chat about something thatâs pretty much inaudible to him. The woman says something and Tsukuo nods. Then Tsukuo says something and the woman flirtatiously giggles. From this little view, he could say how badly she wants to get into his pants. However, he feels his blood boil when the woman starts to seductively rub her hand over his left exposed arm, as if heâs her little plaything. And Tsukuo doesnât seem to mind at all!
âHah! He really is a player!â Immediately, Gintoki looks away before he could see that Tsukuo has politely taken the womanâs hand off his arm.
Scoffing, he drinks up the rest of the liquor from the bottle, sighing in satisfaction. Again, this wasnât the first time he is seeing this side of Tsukuo but it would be a lie to say none of itâŚdisturbs him. Not even a slightest. Of course, he understands the two are different and never can he ask the person to be someone else but still, isnât this the same person? At this point, he really cannot comprehend any of such thoughts. And by now, he can feel the alcohol kick in, making his mind all dizzy and muddled.
âYa know, Ojii-san, Iâve a wife! Sheâs jusâ the best in the world!â Gintoki slurs in front of the old man, his mind now all foggy. Never had one bottle of sake been enough for him. But tonight, itâs somehow started to show its effects.
âYou are a lucky man, sir.â The old man smiles at him.
âRight~â Gintoki hiccups, a goofy smile now plastered on his flushed face. âAnd sheâs called the Shinigami Tayuu, isnât that cool!?â
âThatâs a very great name, sir.â
âWanna show me where she is?â Ginotoki giddily whispers, just like a little child who has found lost treasure.
The man politely nods âOf course.â
Directing his thumb outside the door, Gintoki points at the Tsukuo with lopsided grin. âThere! That man with the blond hair my wife!â
Hearing his little declaration, the old man laughs rather awkwardly while Gintoki continues to ramble. âIsnât that funny? Like, she was this really sexy, badass woman before but poof, sheâs a sexy, badass man now! And seriously, I donât âave any problem with thaâ. But she doesnât even remember anything! She doesnât even love me anymore and is now flirting with other girls!â Slapping the counter loudly, he lets out a dry laugh, making the customers nearby look at his direction.
âSir, I think youâve had enough drink today. Itâs better if you return back home with Tsukuo-dono.â The old man politely says, now giving him a concerned look as if he is now some drunk who has lost all his senses. Seriously, who was he kidding? There is no chance anyone will ever believe his words. And truthfully, a drunkâs confession is generally considered gibberish.
Exhausted and slightly dizzy, Gintoki stands up from his seat. âThat guy will pay.â With that said, he leaves the bar quietly.
*****
Staggering on his feet, Gintoki somehow manages to get out of the flashy and lively streets and enters a dark, deserted alleyway. The full moon shines brightly above him, fortunately enough for him to not lose his steps and stumble down on his face like some cheap, homeless drunk. His head aches and at this moment where he has no solution to whatever-this-is, giving up seems like the only option.
âOi, Gintoki!â The familiar voice call to himâŚyet again. And just like this afternoon, he wants to avoid it.
âWill ya just wait!?â Tsukuo yells again, his breathing heavy as Gintoki finally stops at his place and faces him.
ââŚWhat do ya want?â
âWhy did you leave like that?â Tsukuo asks, slowly walking closer to him.
âYou seemed busy with the pretty lady so I left.â Comes his cold response, making Tsukuo stop just a few steps away from him.
Gintoki expected a cocky laugh. Instead he finds Tsukuo gravely looking at his direction.
ââŚit was work. Really.â
Oh yeah, sure it was work. Itâs always work. Whether itâs in here or there, itâs always work! And goddamn it, he was so tired of listening. All he has been trying to do for the last few weeks is to be a good, supportive husband who does not nag his wife for overworking or not spending enough time with him. If heâs being honest, he was angry, really angry at everything. But the moment he tries to make things better, some stupid horoscope predictions decides to test his affection for his wife and now, heâs stuck here with an alternate version of his wife.
Despite all this, he decides to stay quite again. No way is he going for another round of ranting session. Exhaling sharply, Gintoki rubs his temple again. âYou know what, instead of doing all this, I should be looking for a way out. But for some dumbass reason, I ended up spending the entire day with you and watched you smug ass getting constantly flocked by your fangirls who you just shamelessly flirt with while Iâm constantly reminded that you are not the person I love when I know itâs not true!â
âŚ.He failed. He ended up rambling again.
And so to calm himself, Gintoki breathes in. A long, deep breathe. While the man standing in front of him freezes on spot, dumbfounded and speechless.
ââŚwere you jealous?â Tsukuo finally finds his voice back and carefully takes a step forward.
âOf course I was jealous!â The permhead finally admits.
âWhy?â And another step forwardâŚ
Gintoki scoffs. âReally? Youâre asking me âwhyâ?â
âYes.â And anotherâŚ
He sighs loudly. âBecause I love you.â Â And Tsukuo smiles.
âEven when you are this flirty, cocky man! Even when you donât remember a thing about us! Even when I know that you donât love me here! Because whether youâre Tsukuo or Tsukuyo, deep down, I know itâs you. It will always be you. The same person that I happily devoted my heart to and thereâs nothing that I ever want to cha-â
Before Gintoki can finish, Tsukuoâs presses his lips against his, shutting him up in an instant. And Gintoki freezes on his spot, his hands awkwardly dangling around his sides while his eyes widen in surprise. There is nothing too fierce and hungry about the kiss; it feels like the ones they always share after waking up, chaste and full of love. Slowly, Gintoki closes his eyes and returns the kiss back with the same favor as his. Unlike the soft and pink ones, his lips are slightly chapped. And yet, the taste and smell of smoke he has so gotten used to is enough to tell him that yes, heâs kissing the right person.
Shortly later, the two pull back. Panting, Tsukuo puts his head on Gintokiâs shoulder, hiding his now flushed face as they silently stand there, savoring this little moment.
âItâs good to hear that you still love me.â Tsukuo is the first one to break the silence, his voice a little muffled.
âStill?â Gintoki knits his brows, confused as he recalls the strange horoscope predication.
âGuess Iâm bound to fall for you no matter what.â He can hear the relief in his voice as Tsukuo slowly raises his head. âThank you for not giving up on me.â
The test, this strange worldâŚHis smile said everything. âYou knewâŚ?â
Tsukuo doesnât answer his question. Instead, he just lovingly smiles at him and says something else as Gintoki feels his vision get blurry, his face slowly disappearing before him as his voice gets replaced by the one he has been hearing for years.
âWake up, sleepyhead. Iâve got something to tell you.â
*****
The stiff sofa cushion has made his back ache painfully as Gintoki slowly sits up, stretching his arms and legs to loosen up his sore muscles. Sluggishly, he scans the surrounding to find the bulb above him glowing and outside the window, its pitch black, suggesting its night by now. He doesnât even remember when he fell asleep. The TV is right around the corner as always and so is the little shelf. And there are two frames kept there- one of the Yororzuya and the other of his wedding dayâŚ
âYouâre awake.â His eyes snap open at the familiarâŚ.and feminine voice of his wife who emerges from their bedroom right behind him. Turing around, he finds Tsukuyo walk up to him with her nightgown on.
In an instant, Gintoki jumps up from his seat and rushes to his wife, embraces her in a tight hug and almost making her lose balance. âOhmyGod, Gintoki! Whatâre you doing?â
Even her yelp didnât make his huge grin disappear as he held his wife close, breathing in her freshly bathed scent. âI missed you!â
âH-huh? W-whatâs the matter?â His sudden confession made the woman turn a deep shade of pink.
Pulling back from the hug, he lovingly presses his lips against hers. âIâm saying I missed you, woman!â
Watching the joyous smile on her husbandâs face, Tsukuyo feels her lips curl up too as she caresses his cheeks affectionately. âI missed you too, you foolish man.â
âI just had the strangest dream ever. All just to see that no matter what or who you are, I will always end up falling for you.â Placing a hand on her heart, Gintoki looks at the love of his life with the brightest smile on his face. âIt practically called you my soulmate.â
Hearing this, Tsukuyo lovingly holds her husbandâs face in her palms, her amethyst eyes and soft voice entrancing him for the rest of his life. âSoulmate or not, Iâll always fall for you, too. No matter what.â
This makes the man exhale a sigh of relief. âI love you.â Gintoki says and leans in to touch his forehead with hers.
âI love you, too. And Iâm sorry I couldnât spend time with you for the last couple of weeks. You even came to meet me today but I couldnât make it.â Tsukuyo apologetically says and closes her eye, finding comfort in his embrace.
Instead of asking when he went to meet her, Gintoki gently presses a kiss on her forehead and looks back at her. âDonât apologize. JustâŚdonât overwork yourself, okay? And take a break. I was thinking of keeping it a surprise but letâs go somewhere for anniversary, on a trip.â
To his offer, Tsukuyo happily hums in response. âOkay. Letâs go.â Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulls him for a hug which he happily accepts.
Gintoki doesnât remember what exactly happened here; the dream is only that he has memories of. And yet, there is a part of him that knows that wasnât just a dream. However, instead of pondering about the past, heâd rather live in the present. After all, he deserves this moment of happiness his wife after getting his mind bombarded by a strange âtestâ.
âBy the way, I think Iâll have to take a longer break.â
At this, Gintoki pulls back a little, slightly confused. âHuh?â
Looking down, he watches Tsukuyo take his hand off her waist and slowly bring it to her belly while Gintoki looks back up at her, astonished and completely speechless.
âLooks like youâre gonna be a father again, Sakata-san.â Watching the sexy smirk adoring her beautiful face, Gintoki feels his face go from surprised to purely ecstatic. And in an instant, he sweeps her off her feet, spinning her around in exhilarating joy while Tsukuyo giggles warmly in his arms.
âWEâRE GONNA PARENTS SOON!â
âHahahaha! Gintoki, stop it!â
âWEâRE GONNA BE PARENTS SOON , BABY!â
âYes, yes! I know! Now put me down!â
In between their giggles and joyous laughs, the two stop midway in their little celebration as Gintoki carefully brings the woman down. His wide, goofy grin never leaves his face and he once again presses his lips against hers, which she wholeheartedly returns. No way can he ever explain how happy he is now. After years of running away, after years of calling himself unworthy of love, he finally found someone who now shares her life with him. And never in this lifetime or any other, would he like to change that.
âThank you for making me the luckiest man in the world.â
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