#be a kid at heart again you bakas

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Satoru Gojo x Reader

⚠️ Manga spoilers for those that haven't read chapter 236. You've been warned.

Gojo: Your favorite Sanrio mascot is cinnamoroll, you get turned on by blindfolds and you have the emotional maturity of a five year old.

First Date:

You somehow pass the entrance exam and are now enrolled in the Tokyo branch of Jujitsu High. You transport your luggage to your new room but it's really just 50 pounds of unopened sweets that you smuggled in. You wait until the dead of night and then slowly let your addiction consume you.

Currently you are boiling sugar in a spoon with a bic lighter underneath as you had some twizzlers tied together against your arm as a makeshift phlebotomy tourniquet. Before you could inject the sweet nectar into your viens, you noticed a strange sound. You heard loud sniffing sounds outside your door and became petrified. You wondered if it was some kind of curse and you now understood why there was a rule about no food after midnight. The door started to open and you were now trembling.

You heard a growling sensation but to your relief it was just your idiot teachers stomach. "GOJO, WHAT THE HELL!" you screamed and then suddenly his hand clamped down on your mouth. "Yo. If you make too much noise then we'll get caught." He then gave you a cocky grin and removed himself. You were about to question him when the man started to moan. "Ahhh. I knew I smelled sweets!" At least you now knew the horrible sounds earlier where from your teacher and not a curse.

Gojo then pulled something out of his pocket but before you could question it, there was now a pixie stick in your hand, mirroring his. "Let's get this party started!" You then understood what the man intended on doing. Gojo then stacked together some of your school books and then slowly unwrapped the treat seductively. He then poured the sugar into a neat row and then snorted the line. He now had a stream of blood flowing out his nose. "He's high..." you muttered.

You then pulled out a box of pocky and then waived it in the air as if it were a dog treat. Gojo then got on all fours and started panting. You then placed the chocolate in between your lips and waited to see if he would play your little game. He crawled closer and then put his lips around the other end of the biscuit. The two of you both started chowing down and your lips were so close that you started blushing. Now there was only an inch left and you waited to see if he would make the first move. Just before that could happen you started hearing a harpie screech. God damn it. It was your bitch of a mom.

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Once again this poor woman had to enter this crypt of a room and witness the assault of another poor, helpless body pillow. This time it was now the character your daughter would never shut up about. Gojo something? Anyway it was time to drag your goblin spawn out and inform her that it was now time for her monthly bath. "Sweetie you better get in the backyard so I can hose you off! The neighbours are complaining about the stench again!" Unfortunately for you she didn't intend to cooperate.

"I HATE YOU! YOU INTERRUPTED ME AND SENSEI. I WAS ABOUT TO HAVE MY FIRST KISS!" You couldn't help but laugh at how surreal the situation had become. "That's nice honey but Mojo Gojo can wait a little while..." Your patience was running thin. Your daughter then began to scream something about you being a baka or whatever that was and how she was now going on tiktok to look at 2D thirst traps? This was getting tiresome.

You then grabbed the hopefully just sweat stained pillow from your little crotch goblin. She stared back into your eyes, maybe as an attempt to say she wouldn't back down and lose? You then decided to throw her own words back at her. You knew this phrase by heart due to how many times a day you had to hear it. "I think this is what the kids say... nah I'd win." You then tore your daughters beloved pillow in half, hastily throwing the upper half on to the floor.

The creature known as your daughter was now screaming at you, her lungs filled with rage  "I HATE YOU FRAUDKUNA! GET OUT OF MY ROOM AND OUT OF MY LIFE!" You gladly left and then slammed the door. You had no idea what a fraudkuna was but you know knew that he must be a God if he could take control of the situation where you had failed as a parent.

[anonymoosen]

ZIMPAI STORY PART 6: A CONFESSION OF OBSESSION 🥺👉👈

(YALL THIS IS GONNA BE THE LAST PART FJDJFDJ CUZ I HAVE TO END THIS WEIRD STORY BEFORE I BURN ANYONE ELSES BRAINCELLS AGAIN)

(AND THIS IS GONNA BE MY THING FOR ZIMDAY/IZDAY LOL)

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“LIEEESSS!” The alien desperately screeched out loud on the top of his lungs (or whatever aliens had). Dib raised an eyebrow in confusion, distracting him from the overwhelming sadness he was trying to hide. “I…uhhh- didn’t say anything…?”

Zimpai blinked and tried to regain his composure. He slowly took a step back and tried to escape. Dib-chan tilted his head, and his hair bone scythe hair cowlick thingy turned into a light bulb as a thought struck him. “C-could it be…”

Just as the big headed boy opened his mouth to let out his undeniably kawaii anime voice, Zim-kun began to run and covered his nonexistent ears.

“Z-Zimpai has…a…a…”

Dib-Chan’s delicate pretty voice suddenly became deep and sounded like he was a macho and buff man. “CRUSHY WUSHY LUSHY USHY BLUSHY CRUSHY ON MEEEE!11!1!1!1!11”

The yell was so loud and ear piercing that the whole ground collapsed while everything around Dib got pushed away by 999999999 kilometers.

This was so powerful that even Gaz became flabberGAZted by this and was more concerned than ever. “TAK- WHY THE ACTUAL HELL DID YOU MAKE THE ANIME BEAM DO THIS???”

Tak, despite her messy hair and being literally yeeted away by an incredibly long distance from a pathetic lover boy, was still smiling smugly and just shrugged. “I had the most tragic villain story from the most stupid defective Irken of destruction demolishing a vending machine. His stupid lover obviously has to be as insane as he is.”

Back with our main character idiots here, Dibby boi realised what he has done and sobbed, “Z-Zimpai my pookie…! I didn’t mean to hurt you like thisss…!!” (he obviously did lolll)

From 999 something kilometers whatever that number I typed earlier (oh wait I can copy and paste but oh well) away, the green space cockroach creechur growled, “GRGRGRRR YOUUU…!! YOUUUU!! WHEN YOU YOUUU!11!1!1 YOUUU MADE ME MAAADDD GRGRGRGRHDIEJDEKJ” (bro this space boi couldn’t hear dib a shmillion times even when he was 1 inch away from him but now he can-)

(wAIT I SHOULD MAKE LESS BRACKETED TEXTS SORRY-)

Instead of apologizing again, Dib got mad at Zim too because it would be too out of character if the boys didn’t fight each other here as it was still an ENEMIES to lovers arc after all.

Deeb Doob Dob Dib’s voice became all buff again as he himself became buff too, electricity surging all around him. He then ascended from the ground, T-posing and let the mysterious anime power carry him towards the alien.

The alien boi zimmediately tried to become as buff as Dibby boi did by casually grabbing a machine that was 69 420 times his size in his PAK and blasted himself with it, causing his scrawny-looking green arms to develop more and more muscles and become as buff as Dib was.

The boys just stared each other down, eyes glowing while T-posing in front of each other.

Dib-chan then broke the silence that lasted for 10 hours by saying in a small and cute voice while still in that buff state

“…Z-zim-kun I… I… l-love y-you…”

Zim then reverted back to his cutesy smol chibi shape and responded with a little “B-baka!!” even when Dib didn’t finish the sentence.

Surprised by that, the big headed boy also reverted back into his original pathetic form and giggled, “I love you….your mom!” He laughed even more and smirked. Zim was taken aback and felt his heart— whatever aliens had shatter into smithereens. Was this really how Dib felt…? Was it all just a silly little game…?

Before Zim could take get out his PAK legs to absolutely destroy and obliterate the human, Dib laughed once more and threw that one love letter to Zim, smacking his face and not the back of his bald head this time.

“Nahhh! Just kidding, and uh- happy birthday, I guess…” Dib looked away quickly as the butterflies returned in his stomach. Dang it— he forgot how cute his crush looked despite how stupid he was…

“Ehhh- birthday?? Invaders don’t NEED pathetic Urth birthdays!”

“Yeah, yeah— but today is still special, y’know? It’s the day you set your little alien foot on this planet!”

Zim tried not to smile at his beloved nemesis remembering AND writing some letter to him for this day. But then…

“WAIT! How did you know it’s today?? We met at the disgusting skool one or two days after I landed on this filthy planet!!”

Dib smiled and responded, “I’m a paranormal investigator! Of COURSE I know the exact day an alien comes here!”

“You were a creepy stalker from the start, Dib-thing… even before becoming those… yhaaan-deers…”

“You’re creepy too, y’know!! And you were so weird too! In fact- everything was so weird earlier… nothing new, I guess!” Dib chuckled.

Zim coughed and shifted his eyes away from Dib, yet getting closer beside him. “…Yeah. Very…strange…”

Dib-ch- I mean DIB noticed this and leaned closer and closer to Zim and….

HELD HIS HANDDDD!1?1!?!1?11!1! SO SCANDALOUS!! THE END-

(Just kidding :3)

…he affectionately smooched the bug boy’s cheek! This gesture was so sweet that even the usually cold Gaz let out an “awww!” along with every other bystander around them!

The gay boys finally completed their enemies to lovers arc….

…until the cartoon resets again and everyone forgot what happened !

The end uwu

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KFKDFKDKDKD HELP ITS ACTUALLY OVER AHHFJDJDDJD

THIS STORY HAS BEEN… SOMETHING! LOLL IF U ACTUALLY READ THIS, OR EVEN READ ALL THE WAY FROM THE START- I JUST WANNA SAY THANK YOU.

THANK YOU FOR ALL UR SUPPORT AND STILL STICKING BY DESPITE THE SLOW UPDATES AND THE LOW QUALITY WRITING AND PHONE DOODLES!

Honestly, I’m gonna miss this story, so maybe I’m still gonna make things for it in the future like doodle comics or more writings but after the reset! Anyway… again thanks so much for reading this if u did and have the bestest day or night! Don’t let the buff boys haunt you XD

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NE- OH WAIT THIS IS THE LAST LOLL FKDKDD BYEEEE!!

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Naruto x Fem Reader || New Year's Present ✨

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Scenario - Sfw, New Year's has come once more and you celebrate it with the village and more importantly your husband.

Word Count: 3k continues below the cut. ;3

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It's a festival night; a year has come and passed and the people of the village were ready and happy to bring forth a new year full of blessings and gifts. 

You and Naruto had ran into each other years ago, having watched him after all these years and the amount of growth somehow managed to be enough to draw you in and as silly as he could be Naruto was just as brave, and strong, and loving and it didn't take you long to fall in love with the man. 

You zone in as Naruto calls out to you, looking down at your face with the sweetest of smiles as fireworks fill the skies above. They burst with various colors, forming different shapes and designs and you slowly look into his cobalt eyes as your own sparkle like the millions of lights and stars above. 

Who would have thought that you, someone just from some poor family could have fallen in love with someone like him? And even after all the years of competition and rivalry something had managed to pull the two of you together like this was… familiar. You and him. 

“Did you hear me?” He asks curiously and the question manages to pull you from your thoughts, a light blush coloring your cheeks as Naruto chuckles a little at how distracted you e become but oh you were so lovely to look at as the lights bounced off of your smooth skin so he didn't fully mind. 

You shake your head, a little grin falling onto your own soft and lush lips. 

“I'm sorry, I wasn't.” You reply and Naruto gives a little huff even though he expected such an answer and honestly you're happy that even with all the attention he has now, with all the duties and responsibilities, he is still the same old Naruto you've always known and grown up with. 

You can see it in that little smile of his, in the little pout that forms on his lips, in the twinkling of his blue eyes and even the flush that layers his cheek and you wonder if you were ever meant to fall in love with anyone but him. Because if you were then you refused because you didn't want to spend the rest of your life with anyone but Naruto at this point and after everything both of you had been through together. 

He chuckles, calling you a ‘baka’ right after which effectively makes you snort softly because even now you couldn't resist pressing his buttons just for a laugh.

“I was saying that…” He starts off after a moment, looking down to his feet like some small boy confessing to a crush. “I'm happy to spend my life beside you. I'm happy to be your husband.” He says and though you've been with him for years and been through so much you still can't stop the way you perk like a puppy and how your cheeks slowly but surely grow warm. 

There's a moment of silence and then you chuckle softly, reaching a hand over and gently sliding it under his chin. He twitches a little at the touch but as you slowly turn his face back to you, he allows it, following your lead until he's looking back at you, his eyes connecting with your own. 

“I'm sorry?” You hum softly, a playful smile forming on your lips as you look at him while your thumb gently caresses circles into his cheek. “Could you say that again? I don't think I heard you right.” You say and there's that cheeky smile on your lips that he knows well after all these years. He feels his lil tremble though you were almost positive he'd practically leap out his skin like he had done so many times in your youth when you did these things to him. 

Naruto doesn't even care enough about the citizens around the two of you, especially because so many are busy playing with kids, selling knick knacks and food, and whatever else. He takes a moment to look you in your eyes and as playful as you were you couldn't ignore the way your heart seemed to skip a beat, as if he saw you as nothing but his whole world. 

He gently pulls away from your hand in order to wrap his own around your wrist. His hands are so much bigger, covered in a few scars from how ever many battles of the past and they're warm, awfully warm. He carefully runs his digits over your knuckles, rubbing the skin softly and slowly looking down at your hand before returning his gaze to you. 

“I love you.” He says this time and you blink because you had been so prepared for him to say anything else but that right now and yet it makes so much sense. It makes your cheeks feel even warmer, makes your chest tighten and the way he's looking you in the eyes right now lets you know he's not joking. He's serious as he's always been when it comes to love and affection and there's nothing in his eyes, in the way he's holding you, that tells you his words are anything but sincere. 

It means so much more because you know just how big your husband's heart is, knows that saying these kinds of things isn't something that many people got to know about and see when it came to him and you feel special. You feel like genuinely he couldn't care enough to look at anyone else like he's looking at you right now. 

He'd do anything for you, you've seen it enough and had many examples of such and you can only be grateful, grateful knowing that no other man could love you as honestly and wholeheartedly as Naruto did. 

You've always been seen differently from your other classmates, not as differently as your partner per se but enough so to be made fun of. To be avoided and ignored and seen as someone who didn't fit in which was the only reason you and him had managed to grow so close.

You remember all the times of going to his home just to keep him company when no one else dared to, or sparing with him even though you managed to have a better time at putting him on his ass then the other way around per usual, or even moments like…this one right now, where the two of you would run away in the middle of the night just to get away from everything and anything while spending the night under the millions of vast stars. 

You remembered moments like running through the fields together, or finding buried treasure, or even the first time you had came to his home, sniffling and sobbing because just like him you had nowhere else to go and Naruto, just like he had always done before, didn't waste any time welcoming you in, cooking you a little meal and even cleaning his bed just so the two of you could have somewhere nice and clean to rest. That night you had stayed up for at least an hour longer than he had just wondered why a beast being planted in him was enough for other kids and adults as well… to treat him like a monster who didn't have a heart as well. 

There had been many times when the two of you had gotten in trouble because of your righteous heart and never once had you ever regretted it. 

“You do?” You reply with a smile even though it's clear you just want to hear him say it and Naruto has played this game so many times now with you that the look of unimpress that runs over his features makes you snort. A giggle falling from your lips as he rolls his eyes and grows closer. 

“You know I do.” He replies and there's a tone of playfulness in his voice as well as a bit of annoyance because of course you'd play like that, acting as if you didn't know he'd give his very life if it meant saying your own and if neither one of you could be saved then Naruto was just as happy to die by your side. A mutual feeling you've come to understand. “Now, say it back..” he huffs lightly, lifting a brow as he awaits and you simply smile at him like the cheeky little thing you were. 

Even now, after all this time you were still going to make him force and beg you to admit such things? 

He waits for a second or two before the look of annoyance grows as he continues to wait. Just as he opens his mouth to respond with something like calling you an idiot or something along the lines, you burst out in a fit of giggles. 

He huffs and leans in, running his nose over your ticklish neck and you laugh more, your hands moving to his shoulders to hold him in close as he seems to take this time breathing in your scent. 

“I love you too!” You giggle, squeaking a little when he seems to take out some of his frustrations on you by lightly nipping your skin. 

“I love you so much Naruto!” You continue to laugh and as that seems to satisfy him he slowly pulls away but not fully without you reaching up to take hold of his cheeks now. Your hands are warm, soft and the second they take hold of him Naruto seems to let his eyes slowly shut as a hum comes from him. It's as if he's one big cat who craves nothing but love and attention and his face softens as you hold him with so much care. His face softens as you continue to hold him, carefully pulling him in. 

“I love you more than anyone else here could bother to know or understand.” You continue and this time as your laughs have dialed down the weight of your worlds seems to shake the both of you, making both of you know just how real this all was as laughter and music filled the air and a sense of carefree wonder filled the village and people like a spirit possessing them. 

If anyone has come to you all those years ago and told you that you'd be standing here today and this happy you probably would have scoffed and yet ever since Naruto first ran into you everything simply seemed to change. And not just one little thing or two but big things that you never thought you'd have the privilege of being freed from and you knew he felt the same but even so, even you didn't know just how in love Naruto was with you. Even with everything that the two of you shared, loved, and so on and so forth, Naruto just never felt like he was doing enough to let you know just how amazing you were or how happy he was for finding you even though he gave so much. 

“Enough to…share a kiss with me?” He asks softly now as he leans in close and closer until there seemed to only be a sliver of space between the two of you and even though you've been this close to him many times before something about it always seemed to make your heart race in your chest. His words hang in the air but not without the two of you looking at each as if you weren't in the middle of a festival but instead in the comforts of your home where only you and he seemed to exist. Even with the villagers being around nothing else seemed to matter but you, him and the space between your lips which was growing shorter and shorter. 

“Enough to share a kiss and the rest of my life with you and you know that.” You retorted with a little hum and Naruto gives a cheeky smile at that reply because there's nothing else he'd be happier hearing right now. The look on his face is like seeing a kid in the middle of a candy store and interestingly enough, you make the look with a matching grin of your own which he always loved seeing. 

“I do…” he chuckles before leaning even closer and now you can slightly feel his breath running over your own lips and it's getting harder and harder not to do exactly what you're thinking as you glance down at his lips before slowly returning your gaze back up to connect them with his eyes again. 

“I love knowing how much you love me.” He hums, his hands moving down to gently take hold of your hips before his thumbs move and rubbed soothing circles on your sides. “I love knowing that I'm enough for you and hopefully I'll stay as such.” He says with only a sweet tone that he's happy to have you hear coming from him. 

“Of course you're enough.” You huff now like a wife scolding her husband. Oh wait… “you've always been enough, always have been and always will be my love.” You retort and it's so loving and honest that you can swear for a moment that you feel the ground tremble beneath your feet as if the love between you two was enough to make the tectonic plates shift. He's always been enough and sure you didn't immediately pick up on it when you were younger but you had always been in love with him. 

There had been many times where the facts were in your face, from buying him snacks and meals to erratically searching for him when he'd have one of his heartfelt moments and ran away from home knowing that no one else would go looking for him. For a while it was because you said that everyone deserved such care but never had you wanted to care for someone else like you wanted to care for Naruto and it wasn't until the two of you had gotten older that the realization came smacking you in the face like the reality check that it was. 

You loved Naruto, always had and always would and you wanted, no… needed him to know that in every way possible. 

So of course you two had gotten married and you had to say that it was quite literally the best day of your life, the second being this one right now as you held each other in your arms as if the two of you worried the other would disappear if you didn't. 

A moment passes with you two embracing until Naruto speaks again, well… more so clear his throat as if waiting for something and for a second it felt like it slipped your mind up until your eyes connected again and before you knew it your cheeks were growing pink and hot again because you could tell he was impatient again and you'd be a liar if you tried to sit here and lie and say that your weren't. 

If anything you were just as eager, if not, more so to finally taste him, to finally feel his lips on your own right where they rightfully belonged. 

His touch is gentle, the way he leans in and finally closes the space between you two. His lips are just a little chapped but soft nonetheless and with a little hum you eagerly return the kiss, slowly moving your fingers to lace in his hair and they pressed together. He was just as hungry for her as she was for him and he was just as happy to feel her pressing against him, holding him, running her fingers and nails over his scalp until he was shivering against her. 

It was as though nothing else could possibly taste better to them but each other and after a moment or two they slowly pulled away, carefully as if had it not been for the lack of air then they wouldn't have even considered it. They would have continued to kiss and smooch until the sun came up but sadly that couldn't be, at least not now as you breathe in and out. 

It's the first kiss you've officially had with him since what seemed to be the marriage and as both of your eyes twinkle, there's a look of longing and before either one of you can stop yourselves, you dive back in, your hands in his hair and his on your waist as you kiss passionately under the colorful lights and carefree music. It feels normal, it feels right… it feels like home and you were sure that Naruto shared your passion when it came to the fact that neither one of you wanted to be without this or each other. 

Neither one of you wanted to be or feel alone like the two of you had been forced to feel while growing up, you wanted to help him grow and be the best chief he could ever be and Naruto wanted you to be by his side every waking and sleeping moment of said journey. He always wanted to be with you and the feeling wasutual because after everything you couldn't bear to imagine living your life without him to live it with you. 

You wanted to hold him, to kiss him, to hug and caress him and you wanted to do it until neither one of you could seem to control yourselves. You wanted him and he of course wanted you and just like he vowed to when you two had met at the altar that day, he always promised to love and protect you until death did you both part. 

And even then, even when the two of you took your final breaths on this plane he wished and begged the stars above that even in the afterlife you'd be together. 

Forever. 

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Madara Uchiha (Naruto) Chapter 7

“I screwed up.”

He lectured himself a million times to avoid being impulsive. But he’d failed miserably. His eyes drift to the window. The soft droplets hitting the glass.

“It’s raining..”

The memories that followed were ones he treasured.

“Come on we’re gonna get yelled at again, hurry up!!”

“I’m going as fast as I can Dara-kun!”

You were running behind him, but it’s obvious he has an advantage. When the rain began to fall, his frown deepened. The sound of thunder erupting made you flinch, and Madara only turned when he realized you were no longer following behind.

“(Y-Y/N)!!” He cursed, looking left and right.

“Damn it Tobirama’s gonna kill me.”

He rushed back, stopping at a small shed. Behind the chair, you were kneeling, hands over your ears. You were trembling. Not from the rain that left you drenched, but the echoing of another loud boom in the sky. Madara walked over carefully.

“Hey, it’s just noise, quit being a baby.”

“I-I’m not a baby!! I’m already ten years old!!” You wore a defiant look, which changed immediately at the flash of lightning, followed by another blast of thunder. You buried your face into your knees crying.

Madara dropped to his knees, moving closer.

“Never really seen her cry before.”

You were more of a free spirit. Even that time you’d fallen off the tree, you’d pretty much brushed it off with a grin. He didn’t understand why this was something you feared. He reached out, and you jumped. When you looked up, your tearful gaze tugged at his heart. You sniffed.

“I-I’m scared Dara-kun..” 

You were sobbing softly and Madara bit his lip. He dropped down, sitting as he pulled you into a hug. You’d tumbled right into his chest and Madara held on, looking directly at you.

“I promise I’ll never let anything hurt you (Y/N). If the thunder gets here I’ll beat it up!”

Your little eyes looked so hopeful.

“Dara-kun, you can fight thunder?”

“Yep! Watch this! HEY THUNDER, YOU’RE A BIG BAKA!!”

You giggled, and Madara grinned.

“See, it's scared of me.”

The fear you once showed was changing to awe.

“I didn’t know you were so strong Dara-kun. Sugoi..”

You looked completely astonished. Madara couldn’t stop the blush that littered his cheeks. He turned his head in the opposite direction.

“O-Of course. I’m an Uchiha after all. Thunder is nothing.” You hugged his chest with the brightest smile.

“I’m really glad we’re friends, Dara-kun. You’re amazing. I don’t want to marry Hashi-ni anymore. I want to marry you Dara-kun!” His face exploded in red.

“W-What are you saying!!”

“You said you were going to protect me forever, remember. If we get married we can be friends forever!” You cheered.

Madara’s eyebrow twitched. He wanted to yell at you for making such a childish statement, but at that moment you looked so cute that he lost his nerve.

“Do you not want to marry me?” You looked ready to cry again.

“O-Okay fine I’ll marry you!!”

You smiled.

“You can’t break your promise Dara-kun, you have to marry me.”

“She’s always been good at making me look like an idiot.”

He sighed, a small smile on his lips.

“Baka.”

Madara smiled, pressing his hands to the glass.

“Friends forever huh.”

It was naive. You were both children back then. He knew for a fact that you’d long forgotten that promise. But he never forgot. How could he? Maybe it was at that point that you became more than just his best friend’s annoying sister. You followed him everywhere. As a kid he’d gotten used to it. He never thought that would change. Or rather he hoped it wouldn’t.

The harsh knocks on his door broke his focus. It was already after dark. So it could only be one person. He schooled his features ready for the contempt he would face from Tobirama. Moving to the door, he opened it.

“Sensei…”

His eyes grew wide.

There you stood, completely drenched.

Just like that day. 

[rewordthis]

Dropping this here before taking vacations from tumblr for a bit (like a week? lol):

Just watched the recent episode, shit situation btw. I had not the quiet I had hopped while watching. Bad energy frustrates me… anw.

I now have conclusive evidence that Gojo is the epitome of chicken-thighs and I have way too much to say about that as a head canon. 😩

Just LOOK! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ And the skin-tight pants, bruh… Thank you MAPPA! _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

That said, he sure is unhinged if let loose, huh?

Rabid dogs get put down but I think I’d adopt this one. Probably. Don’t… Don’t hold me on my word on this… 😗

Choso gave me the most, ‘I’m here for a different reason, stop bothering me’ attitude with that bored “yes, yes”; I enjoyed it more than necessary to be perfectly honest. 🤭

Also the whole plot against Gojo using non-scorcerers…

The scales determining what degree is acceptable can no longer function.

Bold of you to assume there even are scales.😂

Or,

Because the sacrifices you’re willing to accept are “people killed by cursed spirits,” not “people killed by Gojo Satoru.”

Funny you thought he’s inflexible like that.🙃

Still my man went for an instant of a Domain Expansion and overexerted himself by killing the transfigured humans. After!

Man, I’m no Gojo. I have no kids to teach them how to be proper saviours and if I had, I still don’t give a damn about showing off or appearing good to anyone. I’d flat out use that domain to even exorcise any rats or cockroaches that would happen to be there. But that’s just me. Like I said, I’m no Gojo so I don’t need anyone’s admiration to thrive. 🤷‍♀️

He actually was in the zone, too!

Like, Gojo, seriously? Was this some kind of bet with yourself or something??? This was just so… so unnecessary! Why? If they’re affected by the domain, forget about them! Exorcise the cursed spirits, dammit! Choso would be so easy to exorcise btw in that state. Or Mahito, even better. Deal with the hardest task first. That’s what you do when you’ve got time on your ass, right? Ha~ *huge le sigh*

On the other hand, when he got caught off guard by Geto’s corpse I was fucking screaming at the screen: “No! Idiot! Stupid, run! You killed him yourself, BAKA!” and he just went in to be having these check marks in his head until he figured ‘no, he is the real deal..’ and I was just fuming… Why did you open your mouth, Gojo? Did you said something again we didn’t hear? But no. You were just too stunned to speak. You just stood there like a freaking siting duck to get shot caught. His expression was what really pained me, okay?

Looking at all this expectancy and hope in his eyes for that fleeting moment when he was reminded of the past, that did put a squeeze in my heart for a millisecond. Because, I honestly can’t remember too much about my past but when I willingly look back and as I say that, though this is just ten months after killing his best friend. His one and only. Plus, he never stopped looking back. And I also would be clingy af to a best friend (someone that hadn’t actively betrayed me at least) have I happened see them again, though not a dead one. No. I’d just run like hell on the opposite direction of them, before staying to inquire about why they don’t rot some 3 meters under. Did he believed even for a second — forget the whole minute thing — that this was actually Geto that had come back because he cursed him??? No, because if he did… if he did! …Well, he’s a baby and I’m correct calling him a man-child. What was that almost-smile for? I felt so sorry for him at that moment. That really was what hurt me deeply. I know I could have cried in that moment if everything else just wasn’t so wrong…

Fair point, though, when he was finally captured and he had a break from his own mind and memories, he did asked who he was because despite everything that confused him about that man, his soul didn’t recognised him. His soul. Not heart btw. He didn’t say こころ but たましい and sure, there is a way that someone’s soul may be enchanted as in a romantic way, but I think when Gojo and Geto are referred to, it is in the sense of soulmates. It’s deep. Eternal. But not sexual. lmao

You want to give them these roles? Well, the closest I guess that would fit them, would be being in love with the idea of the other. Is that confusing, maybe? Because you can totally be in love with someone’s ideal form in your mind, being physically attracted to them even and at the same time not being sexually attracted to them. I don’t know… I am far too logical to explain feelings… Uuugh, but maybe that’s how Gojo and Geto also perceive things? They do represent the most cerebral signs, to be sure, on their respective element. Hm… 🤔😶

Also, important info: Gojo didn’t let Shoko handle (dispose of) Geto’s body. What significance is there other than the obvious? I mean, he did decapitated him, and that was probably also done with cursed energy. So, what else would Shoko do? Put a seal maybe??? 🧐

And I’m going to complain now and wine because MAPPA, DO NOT dare to take away from me what you’ve given me in the first season and movie or I’ll find a way in your offices and steal your fucking scripts! Grr! 👿

I’m sure those with pale, smooth skin like Gojo-sensei would say, “I don’t really do anything.”

The one who can be considered pale-skinned is first and foremost, Nanami! (If not pretty much and everybody else, as I have already mentioned in another post. A close second to Nanami is Megumi, too.) I mean, just LOOK at where Gojo’s hand rests over Nanami’s! LOOK that there is at least a two tone difference! 😫😤 (They’re so cute btw 💕🥰🫠)

You want him to have smooth skin? A-okay! No problemo! I’ll take that any day. You want to say he’s got flawless skin? Sure, go ahead! But pale? Pale?! This dude has rosy lips and rosy cheeks! There is nothing freaking pale about him other than his hair!

Do NOT even think of taking back what we all have witnessed!!! And ok, maybe Yuuta, too, though to be fair he’s on the more unhealthy pale-yellow side…

ALSO, by comparison, Inumaki must be the palest-white, fairest-skinned one of them all. Not to mention, Geto as well has been looking fairly pale in most of his scenes… though they do seem to have him a little more on the Yuuta-kind of pale when he’s shown with Gojo. Hm. 😗

Are you really trying to tell me you didn’t do this intentionally??? I’ll bite you! Watch out, MAPPA! One wrong answer and you’ll have to do with me!

Ouf! That was a long post, I didn’t planned on making. Ahaha Yeah. I got really upset at Gojo being so dumb so easily. I don’t know. I was expecting more from the strongest considering how strongly logical and calculating he is. I’m mad, ok?! I’ll kill him myself, that idiot, if he doesn’t snap out of this! 😤

…At least when he’s back out of the box. 😬

[supergenial]

[translation+lyrics] 君はオコサマ by 麻婆豆腐

Of all the myriad channels uploading covers every other week, Mabodofu might just be my favorite so here's one of her original songs. Lyrics down below and see you all next time.

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Composer: 香椎モイミ

Vocals: 麻婆豆腐

Honto yamete Uso wa yamete Kitai shitenai hou ni susumanaide Mitomete Nee mitomete 「ore ga baka datta」tte hayaku ie

Now stop really Stop your lies I can’t just wait for you to stop Just admit it Come out and say it “I’m such an idiot” just say it already.

Mada yurusenai Nee yurusanai Atarimae mitai na kao shinai de Korette Iya masaka ne Kimi wa sonna hito janai

I still won’t forgive you I can’t forgive you Don’t put on that face This This cannot be You’re not that kind of person

Mou damatte

Just shut up

Sukoshi dake okosama Kimi wa chotto dake kodomo nano Hora watashi otona dakara Kore gurai ja doujinaiwa

You’re a bit like a child Just like a little kid But I’m a grown up This much won’t be enough to get to me

Hoka no onna no koto to chou homeru no wa sa Iyagarase nandesuka 「iyada」nante omotta watashi no hou ga waruiko mitai janai

You compliment other women so much Don’t you know that’s harassment “I hate it” I keep thinking And you make it seem like I’m the bad one

Waratte yari sugoseba Maya kokoro zukin to itami dashita Kore kurai gaman shinakya Watashi sonna yowakunai

I’ll just laugh it off Even if my heart is in pain again I gotta be able to handle this much I’m not that weak

Kedo urussai

But just shut up already

Kimi no suki na tokoro Kazoekirenai kurai aruwa Demo watashi tamani dakedo Yasashiku saretain da

Things I like about you I couldn’t even count them But every once in a while Be nice to me too

Aragatte batte bakari de Narushisuto de Daiji na toki ni itsumo inai kedo Hontou wa chotto okubyou de kodoku na hito Soko ga suki nano

You’re just so arrogant A narcissist You’re never there when it really matters But also timid and a loner I like that too

「mou muri」tte nee iya datte

“I can’t do it anymore” I hate it

Sukoshi dake okosama Watashi chotto dake kodomo nano hora kimi wa otona dakara kono te wo hanasanaide

Just like a child I really am just like a kid But since you’re a grown up Don’t let go of my hand

[ocdettte]

15th of February, 1999

“One, two, three, Push!” The doctor shouted encouraging the sweaty and tired body of Charlotte. 4:26 in the morning and the baby seems to be giving everyone a hard time especially her mother as the head is incredibly big making Charlotte scream in pain. “Ah!” Crying for help and tightly holding the nurse’s hand as her husband Raynard fainted yet again after witnessing what was happening. 4:57 am and finally a cry of an infant was heard. After cleaning the baby, the nurse handed it to Charlotte. “Such a lovely baby. What would you like to name her?” The mother smiled and thought for a second. “Oceane... Oceane Claudette... heh” Her smile grew bigger as Charlotte played with the tiny hand of her newborn daughter.

4th of April, 2004

Muffled crying can be heard at the house movie theatre of the Alderidge maison. Young Oceane is pouring her little heart out after she got a timeout from her father. She feels very heartbroken and guilty after she accidentally broke the vase on their living room out of her carelessness. “Detdet, come out na, please!” Her ate Niko pleaded whilst facing the big door. “Or let me in, maybe?” Oceane looked at the door for a while before finally getting up from her seat. Upon opening the door, she tossed herself at her ate Niko’s arm and sobbed even more. “‘Di-‘di k-ko sadya ‘yon ate,” She broke the hug and wiped her tears away. “Shh.. I know Det, I know...” Paris looked at her feeling sorry. “Dad was not mad at you, hm?” She said while stroking her back to calm Shan down. “He was just worried na baka maapakan mo ‘yon. Now, stop crying na Detdet, sige ka I won’t listen to you ‘pag nag sing ka..” Just like a magic word, Oceane’s muffled cries soon fade away.

22nd of May, 2012

“Shan, get down there this instant!” Charlotte’s voice echoed through the halls of their house. Little Oceane is the queen of giving panic attacks to her parents as she loves climbing anywhere high just to make sure everyone can see that she is performing. “But mama... I am in the middle of my song...” The little girl rebutted to her mother not wanting to lose the fight which she gained a heavy sigh from Charlotte knowing very well that she won’t be able to persuade the kid. “Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, 2ne1!” Oceane continued like nothing happened.

16th of June, 2014

“Naku, ikaw talagang bata ka...” Manang Sabet, their helper, sighed at the view after seeing 15 year old Oceane still not done pampering herself. “5 more minutes manang, promise, baba ako agad!” She scrunched her nose. “Lagot ka talaga kay mom mo, ‘di mo pa naubos breakfast mo Det,” Manang said with a disappointed tone. “Eh, kasi naman po, dapat always pretty... baka makita ni crushie!” Shan said enthusiastically as she flip her hair back winking at Manang Sabet. “Ay, jusko!” She chuckled.

31st of December, 2015

The Ferzevino-Alderidge family is currently spending their New Year at their residence at the Philippines. It is currently 11:51 am and loud noises from the fireworks, nonstop karaoke from their house and torotot’s are the only thing heard at this moment. “Tila-ibon kung lumipad...” Oceane sang with her British accent as she pronounced the tagalog words making the elders adore her even more. That was actually her sixth song already with three more songs coming up and she seems to not be stopping anytime soon.

15th of February, 2017

“My baby Detdet... dalagita na ikaw bebe namin,” Her drama queen dad approached her as he kept on wiping his invisible tears. The debutante laughed at him as she jokingly shooshed him. “Dada, I am eighteen na...” Oceane playfully wiggled her eyebrow that made her father roll his eyes clearly knowing what she plans to say. “P’wedeng p’wede na magboyfie!” She laughed loudly. “Aba, aba!” Was all what Raynard could say and laughed along with her daughter.

6th of June, 2022

One of the big day that every student is looking forward for is their graduation and finally that day came to Shan today. Her whole family were present at this very special day of hers that made Oceane’s heart jump in triumph. “Do I look maganda pa rin, ate?” Her nerves are acting up that made her check from time to time if she still looks alright. “As always bebe,” Her older sister Paris reassured her for the 7th time. After a long procession and many guest speakers it is finally time. Lining up after her classmates she reached for her mother’s hand feeling nervous yet again. “Breathe in and out anak,” Charlotte said as she smiled warmly to her. “So, so proud of you as always my sweet darling.” Oceane side-hugged her mom finally calming her nerves down. After a long wait it was finally their turn to come up to the stage “Alderidge, Oceane Claudette F., Magna Cum Laude”

5th of October, 2023

It has been already a year since Oceane graduated in college—She wanted to take a very big break first before entering the corporate world. Shan is enjoying her unemployed era more than one by travelling here and there mostly at the Philippines. 2:32 am at the airport, emotional ment were exchanged as Oceane plans to take this travelling plans of hers abroad. “Babalik ka rito ‘nak ha?” Manang Sabet tearfully said as she hugged Oceane tightly not wanting to let go. “Opo naman, syempre,” She said while wiping her tears. “I’ll give you many pasalubong Manang, promise!” Shan broke the hug and gave a group hug to everyone present to witness her departure. “Det, anak, mag-iingat ka palagi, pagdadasal kita.” kuya Roel who’s been silent the whole time broke out in tears and hugged her again. “‘Di na kita masusundo do’n eh, masyodng malayo..” He whispered a joke to keep the atmosphere light. Oceane gave him a sad smile and nodded. “For real na talaga this time. Adios, love love ko kayo!” Shan cherfully said and waved for the last time.

27th of June, 2024

After exploring Europe Oceane visited her brother’s apartment at Manchester planning to stay the night to annoy him probably. Her kuya Zach cleared his throat catching the attention of Shan. “So... how about becoming an intern sa La Diva, Det?” He striked a question to the lady that made her sit up straight. “Damn! Legit ba?” Shan exclaimed loudly. “Oo nga! So, G ka?” Zach squinted his eyes “Luh, parang ewan! S’yempre!” She clasped her hand and her eyes looked like there were stars sining in it. “‘Yon oh!” Yu, their younger sister joined the conversation. “May pang spoil ka na kay Tiago ate ‘pag sumahod ka,” She teased Oceane that made the three of them laugh all together.

[blueteller]

TCF Summary Arc by Arc (Part 1/8)

Every TCF story arc in a nutshell

Volume 1: chapters 1-99

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Transmigration Cale: *randomly wakes up as a minor villain in a novel* Cale: You mean I'm rich and I have reputation of being trash, with no responsibility or expectations?? Cale: PERFECT

Role Adjustment Cale: (Being trash sure is great) Cale: *is nice and polite to everyone* Everyone: Young master smiled?? Young master gave a compliment?? Young master's not breaking anything??? Cale: (Yep. No one suspects a thing)

Meeting the Protagonist Cale: (Let's change this character's fate from the novel and avoid the plot altogether.) Cale: Come with me, I'll feed you. (So pls don't beat me up) Choi Han: *gratitude mode activated* I shall follow this man for the rest of my life Cale: What Choi Han: What

Establishing Power Base Cale: Well if I want to survive I need a power-up of some kind Cale: Depending on divine beings is a bad idea. Let's just get an average-strength human power Cale: *gets an extremely holy-looking power* Cale: ... Cale: I'm sure this won't bite me in the a** later [Wood Ancient Power: Indestructible Shield, acquired!]

First Adoption Kittens: *hungry and homeless* Cale: Tsk. Cale: *feeds them* (It's to keep them quiet) Cale: *gives them more food* (It's not like I care) Cale: *gives them medicine* (I don't even like cats) Cale: *takes them in* (They might be useful, I guess) Cale: *spoils them* (Children are supposed to play and eat well) Cale: *becomes a legit parent* (It's not like this makes me a good person)

Starting the Journey Deruth: So we thought we'd be sending Basen to the capital, but we'll be sending you instead Deruth: (My son has been in such a good mood lately, he might actually agree this time!) Cale: (What is this?? I don't want to go, that's where the plot and danger happens!!) Basen: *smol cute bro vibes* Big brother, it's okay. I don't mind if you go in my place Cale: … Cale: (Well f***)

Rescuing a Dragon Cale: There you go, little dragon. Now go and live freely Cale: (I have no intention of adopting THIS one. Way too much trouble) Raon: *protective mode activated* I shall follow this weak human everywhere, b-but it's not like I like him or anything, b-baka! Cale: (…so I got one more, huh)

Helping an Invalid Cale: *collects another power which was Taylor's in the novel* Cale: Ok, I anonymously sent him enough info to change his storyline so he'll survive this time. Let's ignore him from n- Taylor: Greetings! Cale: (Well f***) Cale: *helps him* Taylor: *admiration mode activated* Cale: (IGNORE) [Human Ancient Power: Vitality of the Heart, acquired!] *Cale's Ancient Power counter: 2*

Enter the Wolf Tribe Cale: *chilling with the kids* Ah, slacker life is best- Choi Han: *barges in* Cale-nim, we got plot on our hands!! Cale: (Well f***) Cale: *helps out Lock* Lock: Thank you so much! Can you help my family, too? Cale: I don't want to. Lock: Huh? Cale: *adopts him and his siblings anyway*

Meeting the Crown Prince Alberu: Young master Cale! A free spirit from such a noble family! Cale: Your highness! The shining sun of our kingdom! Alberu: … Cale: … Alberu: (…We both know we're totally faking, right?) Cale: (Right) Alberu: (Let's never meet again) Cale: (Agreed) *And so Began a Beautiful Friendship*

Plaza Terror Incident Cale's allies: Just sit back and relax. We'll handle everything Cale: I'm great at being still. Cale: *saves the day with a holy-looking shield* Everyone: HERO!!! Cale: (Well f***) Alberu: So you saved the day, what do you want as reward? Power? A medal? Cale: Hell no. I take cash only Alberu: Okay then…? *gives him a two-time use credit card to his personal bank account* Alberu: (This is in no shape or form a bad idea. What could he possibly buy?) Cale: *smirks* (You, sir, just made a big miscalculation) *Cale & Co. blow up and/or destroy things counter: 2*

Sea Encounters Cale: Well in the novel the Whales didn't show up until like Volume 5, so I should be safe from the plot for no- Toonka: Hi! My name is Bob. Cale: (Well f***) Paseton: *dying of poison* Save… me… please… Cale: (WELL F***) Cale: *helps both of them* Cale: This much should be okay, right? (It's not like I'm going to get involved any further...) [Wind Ancient Power: Sound of Wind, acquired!] *Cale's Ancient Power counter: 3* *Fire Suppressing Water has been added to the Inventory* *Cale & Co. blow up and/or destroy things counter: 3*

Field Trip to the Forest of Darkness Witira: So I'm here to thank you for saving my brother Cale: (I know that) Witira: Who was there because we're fighting the mermairds Cale: (I know that too) Witira: Who are using your territory's resources to make themselves stronger Cale: *spit-take* WHAT Cale: *gets further involved* Also Cale: Well, heeeello new power-up! *gets a scamming power* [Human Ancient Power: Dominating Aura, acquired!] *Cale's Ancient Power counter: 4* *Cale & Co. blow up and/or destroy things counter: 4*

Unexpected Results Cale: *suddenly realizes he's got 2 Cats, a Dragon, 11 Wolf children, the protagonist, and a bunch of big shot alliances on his hands* Cale: HOW did this even HAPPEN???

Buying the Magic Tower Cale: Why am I buying a worthless wreck of a building for 10 billions? Boasting rights, obviously Toonka: I 100% believe you! You're such a good friend! Cale: *loots the secret floor filled with riches and steals himself an architect* Cale: Yes. I'm a very good friend, aren't I Toonka: *trust mode activated* Cale: (IGNORE) Lock: *brings Cale the Absorbing Necklace* [Artificial Water Ancient Power: Fire Suppressing Necklace, acquired!] *Cale's Ancient Power counter: 4.5*

Returning from the Path of No Return Litana: The legend said there was a dragon here who randomly shows up to grant people's wishes. But I guess- Cale: *randomly shows up* Hello, I'm here to save your Jungle from the fire Litana: … Litana: So the legend WAS true! Cale: …Huh?

A Dragon's Revenge Everyone and their mother: Young master Cale is such a good, pure person! Cale: *rents a torture dungeon* Odeus: *terrified* (LIES! ALL LIES! THIS MAN IS NOT PURE OR INNOCENT AT ALL) Cale: *helps his son overcome his trauma by getting back at his abuser* Cale: So you see, this is why I'm absolutely not a good person Cale's group: (LIES.)

Getting to Know the Crown Prince Better Cale: So anyway, I've figured out that you're part Dark Elf. Here's some dead mana from a motherf***ing dragon. Alberu: … Cale: What? Alberu: Are you gonna blackmail me, or…? Cale: Keep serving me as a bank account and that'll do it, I think Alberu: You sly bastard Cale: Why thank you Alberu: Get out of my office Cale: With pleasure Alberu: *reluctant trust mode activated*

Hit and Run, Cale-style Cale: So now that's over, I'm going to rest for a bi- Ron: *shows up poisoned with his arm cut off* Cale: … Cale: Welp. Time to blow up an island, I guess Cale: *goes on a war path* Cale's group: ... Cale: (My poor life. Why am I constantly surrounded by such crazy, vicious individuals?) *Cale & Co. blow up and/or destroy things counter: 5*

Running an Errand Cale: *staring blankly into space* The children: Is he okay?? Is he bored?? Is he sick?? Cale: (Ahhh, slacker life sure is best-) Alberu: *calling* Are you free right now? Cale: No Alberu: Great! Anyway, go pick up something from the Dark Elves for me Cale: No thank you Alberu: If you won't help me there's a high chance I'm going to be exposed and die. Cale: … Cale: (Well f***)

Recruiting a Necromancer Everybody: Necromancers are evil, dangerous beings. All fear their dark cursed powers Cale: *looks at Mary* Cale: There's no reason not to adopt this child who is actually older than me.

End Volume 1.

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[thera-daydreams]

Imagine if the m.h.w all got turned into babies? U think Toji’s gonna try smooshing his head between U/N’s boobs? Choso bitting Y/N’s cheeks and Geto giving extra baby faces for kisses? X3

Baby Toji: Yes. He will smoosh his head between those melons (no matter what size, he will try). Eats a lot, too.

Baby Gojo: Attempts to copy Toji and even attempt to loosen your top to get milk... only for a bottle of formula milk to be shoved into his mouth. Those big blue eyes will haunt you for days.

Baby Nanami: The most behaved kid. I swear. You know how there's a phrase "children are up to no good when they're quiet"? Yeah, no. Doesn't apply to Baby Nami. This guy just follows you around. So he's super quiet, but clingy as heck. But too cute to deny, though!

Baby Geto: Sorta mean, laughs at Baby Gojo all the time, pokes him, and acts like he's better than everyone whenever he beats up that monkey plush toy in the corner. Likes being in a high-chair because it reminds him he's above everyone. Doesn't show his childish arrogance whenever you're around, though. Acts like an angel whenever you—the witchy witch who can read thoughts—are around. He does like his chubby baby face being kissed (only by you, Y/N, not Baby Gojo). But he's sus. One sussy baby baka.

Baby Sukuna: A freaking menace to society or AKA Chucky 2.0 but a tad worse. Noisy. Too damn noisy. Steals Baby Geto's place in his high-chair, leading to a series of crying in the house. Just stirs trouble everywhere he goes (e.g. picking fights with Baby Gojo and literally wrestling).

Baby Choso: Loves, loves, loves to be carried by you! Everyone else (the other babies) are jealous because he's just always in your arms, sleeping peacefully and quietly. And when you sing or hum a lullaby to him, everyone else wants to join for naptime or bedtime. He won't bite your cheeks, but he does like to nibble on things. Is one of those babies who has a pacifier on a lot.

Bonus:

You, aka Wanda!Y/N, Scarlet Witch and everything associated with it, have no idea how to react at first. You end up having to take care of these babies the whole day (not that you're complaining) and the first-years help you (funnily enough, Megumi begrudgingly takes care of grumpy Baby Toji and snobby Baby Gojo—we love a responsible man here... which is what Megumi is but not Toji and Gojo). For fanfic purposes, the spell can't be undone by you for some reason, which is why you end up caring for them for the whole day. 🤣

But it made your heart warm, taking care of babies again. ❤

You magicked your bed to be huge enough to fit all 6 babies in their cute onesies. Then you kissed them for bedtime. And you wake up to a bunch of shirtless men staring at you with mixed reactions... you secretly hoped the baby phase would last maybe a week but no. You're now in bed with 6 men trying to cover their modesty. Where'd all the onesies go? 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️

[kakashifanrp]

Marks of the soulmates 1/2

Kakashi Hatake x reader

part 2 <- here

AN: Soulmate fics get to me. They are soo cute! Soo i decided to drabble down one. Most likely this is part 1.. 😅 most likely a oneshot or two shot. 

(a pic of the mark aswell, just because I liked this one mark)

Soulmates, it had been a thing for ages. Almost everyone had a soulmate, finding it was another story. When the ancient shinobies of the past were able to make the mark of the soulmates it made the search easier for many. A mark would appear on the left wrist, a mark that would only be identical to your soulmates mark. Girls normally made sure to keep a eye out on their chruses wrist between 16 to 18 years of age, it was then the mark would normally appear.

Yours however came around when you were 17 and a half.. Right after you had became a jonin, and your best friend since childhood turned his back on everyone. It was not that you hadn't tried to stop him... Or even try to make him stop ignoring everyone that cared for him.. But after he joined the Anbu it was back and forth, before the sudden conntinuesly ignoring everyone. After days of watching it all go down, you followed him.. Knowing it didn't only hurt you, but also the rest of your friends.

"Kakashi.. Stop for a secound" You had been running after him for 5 minutes allready, after seeing the sad look on Gui's face yet again after Kakashi ignored him, and only gave a cold stare. It had been the boiling point, watching this for years allready. You caught up with him and stepped in front of him, but in normal Kakashi style he just walked around you. This made you clench your jaw as you stepped in front of him again, placing your hands on his chest making him stop by force. "I have tried to stop you for 5 minutes now" You looked up at him, only to be greeted by the cold stare of his.

"Why are you doing this? Do you even see how hurt your friends are? We are worried about you baka!" frustration had been building up over the years, seeing him act like a cold hearted brat. "You really are annoying" Kakashi muttered unimpressed and pushed your hands off him. "didn't you just become a jonin? Isn't it time to act like it?" There it was.. The vemon in his voice again.. Like he hated your gut. "My rank has nothing to do with this, and you know it. I don't know what has happend to you lately, but damn Kakashi.. Saying hi once in a while would not kill you" It was a desperate attempt to make him soften up a bit, and stop throwing away everyone that cared for him..

"You are just pathetic.. Can't belive they let babies become jonin theese days" he scoffed as he started to walk away. "Soo thats what you think of me huh?" His words hurt, it always did when he was in a mood like that.. "Can you be annoying somewhere else, some of us has actual things to do" He spat, not even looking back at you as he walked away.

You remembered that day too well.. It was the day you knew you lost your best friend, and it crushed you.. Not only did he look down on your abilities as a jonin.. But he seemed to had a distaste for you as a person too. As if that wasen't hard enough, your soulmate mark appeared later that day. That was suppose to be one of the happiest day of your life.. To finally get the mark you had dreamed of and start the hunt for your very own soulmate.. But after the talk with Kakashi earlier in the day it only made you sad..

You looked down at your wrist as you walked. The flame like mark were still there, and you had yet to start looking for the matching mark. Had it only been as easy for you as it was for Asuma and Kurenai it would have been great, but you truly had started to doubt if that was even what you wanted in life. "NARUTO!!" you heard the scream from behind you making you lift your head to see the blonde boy running away from the pink haired one yet again. "Y/N sama! Help me!" Naruto ran up and hid behind you which did not stop Sakura one bit as she chased after him.

"hey, I am not a shield!" Being dragged into their fighting was never fun, at least when you knew how hard that girl punched. "Wait until I get my hands on you Naruto!" they run around you, Naruto trying to dogde, while Sakura tried to punch. "Ey ey ey, Didn't you two just pass on a team togheter, teammates don't hit eachother, or use people as shields!" You facepalmed yourself as you watched them. "He tried to call me his soulmate!" Sakura shouted, red in face from the anger boiling. "But what if you are Sakura Chan?" Naruto carefully stood behind you with a nervous smile on his face.

"Guys, why even worry about that stuff now.. It is like 4 to 6 years before any of you get a mark, that is if you even get one?" This caught Naruto's attention, giving Sakura a opening to punch him in the head. "Still, I know my soulmate will be Sasuke, not a Baka like Naruto" She crossed her arms, looking offeded as usual. "ow ow ow" Naruto rubbed his head where he was hit and looked at the two of you. "I almost feel bad for the sensei you guys got.. With this being how you act thowards eachother." you let out a soft sigh. "Kakashi sensei don't seem to care" with narrow brows you looked at Sakura. "Hatake, Kakashi? Is he your sensei?"

"Yeah, He made us to that stupid bell test..what a scarecrow" Naruto mumbled. You had heard he became a jonin leader a while back, but he had not passed a team soo far. "Scarecrow? That was a new one" You raised your brow, knowing Naruto found all kinds of nicknames for people. "Y/N sama, do you have a soulmate mark?" Sakura looked at you, and you nodded. She grabbed your arm, making you gasp in suprise as she lifted the glove a bit to look at it. "wow! Have you found your match yet? When did you get yours? Did it just appear? Was it magical like they say?" You looked at the girl with wide eyes as she studied your mark.

"breath Sakura.. It is just a mark" You shrugged, making her thighten her hold on your arm. You winced at the sudden strenght the girl had when she got annoyed. "It is not just any mark!" She glared at you. "ok, i got it when I was 17 and a half.. And no I haven't found my soulmate.. And yes it just appeared" You muttered and noticed Naruto looking at it too. "hmm.. Soo thats how it looks like." He tilted his head before his eyes light up. "Thank you Y/N sama" He smirked and dragged Sakura with him, taking her by suprise as she looked ready to hit again. You just stood and looked at them walking away in confusion, wondering what he even thanked you for..

Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke had gotten themself a mission, and they were not gonna stop until it was settled. The past week they had been looking at peoples wrist to see if they found you a match, Sakura had been soo happy to finally see a real soulmate mark that she had memorized it in detail and made a a drawing the three of them used to compare with. After a week they sat down defeated at Ichuraka's. "We have looked everywhere! No matches" Naruto whines. "Did you really think that was gonna be easy?" Sasuke looked annoyed.

"I was hoping yeah! It has to be someone in this town" Naruto took another bite of his ramen. "why do you guys look soo down" Kakashi sat next to them with a raised brow. Normally his students didn't hang with their heads while eating ramen. "Baka, Naruto! It can be from another village too! The mark is on people from all villages" Sasuke frowned and scoffed. "Mark? What mark?" Finally it seemed that the three students had noticed their sensei. "soulmate marks, what else sensei?" Sakura frowned. "aren't you three a bit too young to be worrying about theese marks?"

"We are just trying to help a friend" Naruto looked at him. "a friend?" Kakashi looked at them even more confused. He remember wanting a mark when he was younger too, but after he got it he never really cared. "Is it a meeting here today?" Iruka walked in, ready to get his lunch that he had ordered. "Iruka sensei! Show me your wrist!" Naruto demanded making Iruka go pale. "ehh, what?" Sakura grabbed his arm and looked. "nope.. Not Iruka sensei either" She mumbled, as he retracted his arm. "ok what is going on?" He looked at the genin in front of him.

"We have been trying for a week now to find Y/N samas match" Sasuke shrugged, making it sound like it was the most obious thing ever. "we have checked as many in kohona as possible, but it is too many marks and no one matches the one she has!" Naruto almost screamed as he explained, clearly frustrated. "Y/N sama?" Kakashi looked at the three genin, not sure if he heard the name correctly. That name he had not heard in years. "ohh, I see.." Iruka rubbed the back of his neck. "your old classmate, Kakashi.. She helped out at the school from time to time"

"That joke was not funny Iruka sensei" Naruto side eyed him. "what joke?" Naruto looked at Kakashi, almost making the ninja uncomfortable. "I don't belive Y/N sama is that old" This made Kakashi almost shrink in his chair. "I am not even that old" He muttered, making Iruka laugh. "well, You guys should have good luck then" Iruka got the food and left as the genin finnished theirs. "Kakashi sensei, can you help us out on this mission?" Sakura pleaded, started to loose the hope. "Isn't that your mission to do?" He noticed the look in their eyes and sighed. At least they seemed to be working in a team, which made them stop bickering for once. "Ok, I help for today"

Sakura gave him the paper. "We need to find this mark!" She pointed at it, not noticing the wide eye on her sensei. "You sure this is the mark?" He frowned as he looked at the kids. "Yes! She showed it to me. Just remember she must not know about this" The young girl said sternly. Kakashi just nodded as he looked at the drawing, ignoring Naruto's stare. "We have not checked your arm sensei" He said suddenly as he grabbed the arm to look, taking Kakashi by suprise. "hmm" The blonde said as he looked between the paper and Kakashi's wrist.

"what are you doing?" Kakashi tried to retract his arm, but all three of them grabbed it to look. "it is a match?" Sakura looked up at Kakashi, before they let go of his arm. "But you are too old sensei.." The three genin frowned as they watched him, making him uncomfortable. "How old do you three really think I am?" He placed the paper down, eyeing the three kids. "Older than Y/N sama" Naruto said with a obious tone. "But you two are soo different.." Sakura voiced her thoughts before she started to go pale. "oh no, what If I get linked with that baka" She started to freak out, thinking about it. If kakashi sensei could have the same mark as Y/N, with how different they were... What if the was cursed with Naruto!?

"Y/N sama! Over here!" Naruto yelled, making Kakashi pull down his sleeve. You looked over and noticed Sakura's face. "whats going on.. You three looks like you have seen a ghost?" you walked over before noticing Kakashi. "I am doomed!" Sakura ran off making you look shocked. "Naruto, what did you do this time?" The blond glared at you before looking between you and Kakashi. "Nope, still don't belive it" He muttered, eyeing his sensei. This whole thing made you look at them all confused. "Do I even wanna know..."

"Are you as old as Kakashi sensei?" Naruto blurred out, still looking between you two. "Well yeah.. What about it?" This made Kakashi smile under his mask. "I told you, I am not that old" Naruto just shaked his head and started to leave. "Still don't belive it" You giggled a bit, only imagine the shock he must be in. "It could have been worse Y/N sama" Sauske gave your arm a soft pat before walking away. "Theese kids never stops to suprise me" You sighed and looked over at Kakashi. "Now I see what he meant with scarecrow" You mumbled as the expression on his face and hair could remind you of one.

"a what now?" He stood up and looked at you. "Naruto think you look like a scarecrow, I can kind of see it now" You smiled a bit. "You should have good luck with them, they can be a handful." You mumbled, remembering the last time you spoke with Him. "You don't have to say that twice.. They are gonna be the death of me, I allready know it" He sighed and put his hands in his pockets. "oh, you don't know anything yet" You smiled and started to walk away, knowing he was in for it. "Where are you going?"

"I have guard duty today, soo off to my shift" You turned and looked at him. You studies him carefully, not sure how to read him at all.. And still a bit shocked he could talk at all. "Which side of the village?" He asked. "East side, waiting for a scroll delivery" He nodded. "I tag along then" You narrowed your brows a bit. "You tag along? Never thought I would hear that from you again, Hatake" You smiled and started to walk, letting him catch up to you. "well, it is a first for everything isn't it?" He keept his gaze on your hand, knowing you used to talk with your hands before. Maybe he was able to see for himself.

"Soo what is the scroll about? Since they need guards to greet it?" He played it off as he opened his book to pretend to read. "Well, I am not sure, all I know it is a delivery to lord 3rd" you shrugged as you lifted your hands a bit. Kakashi noticed the mark on your wrist as he stopped a bit. "Are you ok?" You stopped and looked over at him. "I gotta go" With a poof of smoke he was gone, making you sigh. "some things never changes.."

[virusinfected-memes]

TIK TOK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 2 ;

85 starters. CW: cussing, sexual themes, violence. Some starters are just random quotes from Tik Tok creators, some starters are from Tik Tok trends that have popped up over the past year or so. The original sources of these trends are from various memes, shows, songs, and other popular media. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PART 1]

“Is it cursed? Let’s find out!”

“Will you be the best man at my funeral?”

“You better believe I love me like a friend!”

“Say you’ll give me all of you.”

“It’s just you that I mess with.”

“You must break the pattern today or the loop will repeat tomorrow.”

“The space I long for no longer fits me.”

“I’m glad you brought it up, ‘cause I’ve been dying to talk about it for a fucking hot minute.”

“Please don’t call me an eyesore when you literally look like a discontinued Cabbage Patch Kid.”

“I’m feeling like I did too much.”

“What kind of fuckery is this?”

“You’re coming home with me!”

“Keep about your wits.”

“Lord, give me one more chance.”

“Reminder that your boyfriend’s built like a bitch.”

“Oh my god, what is that...? OH MY GOD. WHAT IS THAT?”

“Who got you smilin’ like that, like...?”

“I pick my poison and it’s you.”

“Hey man, this look pretty good, man... Where your clothes at?”

“I don’t know what drugs you took this morning, but this is unacceptable behavior.”

“Sometimes I gotta beat the ladies off with a stick.”

“Jesus Christ, I’m so blue all the time.”

“And if you wonder if I hate you, I do.”

“I think you’re such a hottie.”

“If I let you touch my body, will you stay?”

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

“You are my soul’s home.”

“I pray to the heavens above that I dream of you.”

“I can still feel your touch on my skin.”

“You kinda’ smell... like a baka.”

“You know I can’t make it on my own.”

“This is your daily reminder to go seek revenge on any motherfucker who’s ever hurt you. Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“And I’m sorry I left, but it was for the best, though it never felt right.”

“He really tried to stop Michael Myers with a fire hose.”

“‘Evil dies tonight’ is exactly what I say to the pharmacist every time I buy a morning-after pill.”

“Ahh, you mad!”

“I could fix him.”

“Maybe I’m cringe.”

“I like watching you watch cartoons in my room.”

“I ain’t mad, bitch. Look where you’re working at.”

“You mad, ahhh! Look where you’re eatin’ at!”

“Not to be dramatic, but I wanna die.”

“I’m not feeling very fly like a G6.”

“So your plan is posting memes until someone falls in love with you. You’re so pathetic, did you know that?”

“You know we’ll have to go out there at some point...”

“Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay.”

“Do you ever think of the things you’ve ruined?”

“Being away from you is like Hell, but so is being next to you.”

“You have stolen my heart.”

“So can I call you tonight?”

“Literally, fuck your zodiac sign. I do not judge people based off the month they were born, their personality, my previous interactions with them, or really anything else. I judge them off one thing and one thing only: who they pick in Smash Bros.”

“My dog could beat a dinosaur.”

“I’m probably gonna tell on you if you say that again.”

“I kinda’ hate you, kinda’ love you, kinda’ wish I was you.”

“All this time spent hating on me could be used to improve your looks, your personality, your life.”

“Don’t you feel... silly? Don’t you feel... stupid?”

“I support women’s rights, but most importantly, I support women’s wrongs.”

“What are you doing in my house?!”

“Your standards are so low we done gave them things a funeral.”

“It’s hard to stay humble when your haters look like extras off Coraline.”

“What are you still trying to prove to yourself?”

“Have I told you lately I’m grateful you’re mine?”

“See, this is why I don’t play this game anymore.”

“Damn, girl... You fucked up.”

“Can’t spell funeral without fun!”

“You just don’t get it. You’ve already forgotten even though I just said it.”

“Maybe someday we will be two people meeting again for the first time.”

“Do you think we can make it the whole day without you doing something bad?”

“You look just like a dream.”

“You’ve got your demons and they all look like me.”

“Is it better to speak or to die?”

“My booty cheeks are, like, clenched.”

“I don’t know what you think I’ve done, but if we were to battle, I’ve already won.”

“I’ve played enough scary games to know that something evil is coming out of that dark hole.”

“Who wanna be girl best friends with an undeniable romantic tension that neither of us will ever address until eventually we have an inexplicably emotional friendship breakup and then never speak to each other again?”

“You very much need something to do in a zombie apocalypse. Why not fornicate? I’m just saying, ain’t nothing else to do... Besides be alive. Survive.”

“Please don’t come over here. You don’t see me. You see all this ass though. But you don’t see me.”

“If this don’t make you a believer of the paranormal, I don’t know what will.”

“Barely two words in and you already look like you want me dead.”

“You’ve changed. You’re getting weak.”

“Last time I was comfortable was in the womb. Just been disappointment since.”

“If it makes you happy, it doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else.”

“I’ve killed for you. Who else can say that?”

“I made this friendship bracelet for you.”

“Everybody wants to be my enemy.”

[superhero--imagines]

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* Alright so here are the facts as you know them

* Gojo’s a goddamn player and a homewrecker

* The boy probably has half of Tokyo after him

* Not that you can blame them, that pretty face had you fooled at first too

* The second fact, it that for whatever reason, Gojo Satoru has chosen to play house with a future hopeful sorcerer named Megumi Fushiguro

* Which, through forces outside your control, you have become involved with as well

* And the last fact, was that as soon as this no longer interested him or benefited him in any way, Gojo Satoru would abandon the situation entirely and act like it never happened

* So-

* “(Y/N/N), you look nice today, did you do something new with your hair?” Gojo sings

* - pray tell, why is the school prince is currently sitting on top of your desk, looking at you with those heart eyes

* “Oi what do you think you’re doing?” You ask, a vein threatening to pop on your forehead

* “I’m flirting with you~” he sings, only leaning closer with that all-too-pleased smile

* “I’m pretty sure this is bullying” you reply

* Ever since you’ve started pseudo-parenting Megumi and Tsumiki, Gojo’s been doing crap like this,

* Sometimes he tries to feed you at lunch,

* “Open wide (Y/N/N)~” He’ll sing as he holds out a piece of sushi towards you on some chopsticks

* Only for Megumi to eat it instead

* “Why do you look so sad papa, I thought you said I was your pride and joy”

* other times he’s holding doors open for you

* “Ah here let me-“

* You watch as he walks across from you and opens the door to a random void shrine

* You look at him before sighing and opening your own door to the library

* The other day you mentioned how you didn’t get to try the limited edition Sakura Pepsi and came back to your dorm with a bottle on your desk

* Which would be cute- if the bottle wasn’t half-empty with a note that he’d that said

* “Sorry, I got thirsty on the way back”

* Seriously he’s the worst- and yet,

* You turned away from Megumi and Gojo bickering, hoping he didn’t notice how flustered you were,

* you hid your laugh behind your hand as Gojo jogs to catch up with you, saying he was just trying to predict your needs-

* And you held the half-full bottle of Sakura Pepsi to your chest, keeping it on your window sill

* Because you love him-

* Even though you know he’s just doing all these things to entertain himself instead of out of genuine affection

* Even though these feeling will do nothing but hurt you

* You still love him

* He makes your life feel exciting and fun

* And more than that, underneath that moronic playboy exterior, is a gentle, lonely heart

* A heart that will run away as soon as it knows how you feel about it

* So you mask your budding feelings as best as you can

* Because the only thing you imagine is more painful than knowing your feelings won’t be returned-

* Is not having Gojo Satoru in your life at all

* So you do your best to pretend like nothing has changed

* You act just as indifferent as you always have-

* “Here-“ you push your dessert in Gojo’s direction. “You like sweets right?”

* His smile is so radiant you almost have to shield your eyes

* Well, mostly indifferent anyway

* Not that the self-absorbed moronic prince has seemed to notice anyway

* Too busy focusing on the scrumptious piece of cake in front of him

* Still Gojo isn’t one to be underestimated, he looks to you with a twinkle in his eyes

* “Let’s share it!”

* So far he’s tried twice to have an indirect kiss with you, and he’s missed twice

* He even threw away those chopsticks when Megumi ate that piece of sushi in frustration

* But you know what they say, third times the charm

* You look at Gojo with a raised eyebrow, gaze flicking between the cake and his face

* What, did he imbue some cursed energy so it would explode when you tried to take a bite

* “No thanks”

* Cue Gojo crying as he eats his cake

* He’s really been doing his best lately to earnestly pursue you

* But for some reason, you just don’t get it

* “I like you,” Gojo says as you’re walking side by side on your way back to the dorm after visiting Megumi

* You look back at him, and Gojo feels a blush start to fan across his face

* He finally did it! He finally confessed to you

* And his heart is drumming away in his chest

* You don’t seem to understand the monumental significance of what just occurred because what your mind heard was

* “I {really} like {teasing} you”

* You sigh, your heart skipped a beat, for a second you almost got your hopes up

* There’s no way lady killer Gojo Satoru would ever pick you to be one of his lovers, and if he did it would just be so you could be apart of his personal harem

* “Ok”

* And then you turn around and walk away

* Gojo can’t help but feel like this is retribution for all the times one of his romantic partners has said ‘I love you’

* And he responded with:

* “Why would you do that to yourself?”

* Or

* “Cool”

* At first he thinks it’s a straight-up rejection, but he figures out pretty fast that you just didn’t get it when you keep acting the same as you always have around him

* But don’t get it wrong babe, none of this deters Gojo in the slightest

* “Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask

* You’re both in the library, but only one of you is actually studying

* Gojo’s been staring at you with an oddly fixated gaze

* Honestly it’s got you feeling an uncomfortable heat spreading from your face to your neck

* “I’m not giving up you know”

* Giving up on what?!?

* What’s going on right now!!?

* But Gojo doesn’t offer any more insight choosing instead to finally bother reading the book in his hands

* What a weird guy

* You look down to your own book

* You feel the heat linger on your face and neck

* It’s because he’s always saying crap like that, that you’ve caught feelings for him

* Well whatever, everything fades right? Eventually, Gojo will probably lose interest in you-

* He’s part of a clan do you imagine they’ll find a nice girl from a respectable family for him to marry

* They’ll probably have a few kids who’ll be next in line to succeed him

* And by then he’ll be in such a prominent position that you’ll never see him again

* He’ll just be a memory

* Some boy you had a youthful unrequited love with

* The thought makes your heart clench but-

* “It’s for the best,” you tell yourself

* You’re going in completely opposite directions in life, you couldn’t possibly home for anything more than what you have

* After all your luck probably ran out the second you saw his face

* The most beautiful man you’ll ever see

* “I bet he would be one of those handsome grandpas when he gets older” you snort

* The kind that charms and flirts with young men and women just because he knows the effect he has on them.

* You still can’t believe you fell in love with someone like that

* “What a pain” you mumble to yourself, falling back on your bed

* You feel uncertain, afraid of the future even.

* Maybe a snack will help

* It’s the middle of the night, way past the time you were supposed to go to bed when you see him in the kitchen

* Great the last person you wanted to run into

* He’s just standing there in front of the fridge with the door open

* He hasn’t even turned around to say hi or anything

* “Oi Baka prince if you leave the door open like that every-“

* You stop mid-word, you only need one look at his face to know something is wrong

* It’s not all that uncommon for him to do something like this-

* See the thing is, Gojo knows he’s strong enough that he will get to choose when he dies- he’s not bound by the same pain the other sorcerers are, but-

* Well, he’s still going to die

* No matter how much he thinks he’s like god, no matter how powerful he is,

* He’s still going to die

* And growing up with the power he’s had and the mindset that he’s the strongest

* The realization can be pretty crippling

* He so afraid of the uncertainty that brings that most times he can’t move

* The worst part is it’s never when he’s actively thinking about death, or even when he’s on the job

* It’s always at times like this when he’s just woken up and is oddly hungry and he’ll remember

* “Oh, I’m going to die aren’t I?”

* And then it’s like he’s frozen solid

* What is it he usually tells the victims that enter his domain?

* “Funny how when you can do everything, you find you can’t do anything”

* Usually he manages to unfreeze after some unspecified amount of time, getting through it on his own

* But this time, when he finally escapes from the domain of his inner mind he’s covered in a layer of sweat just like always-

* But he’s not sure why he sprawled across the floor

* Not until his head shifts a little, only to see your face looming over him

* Omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg

* He’s resting his head in your lap!!!

* Honestly this has been a fantasy of his for a while, to have his head in your lap while looking at the cherry blossoms, and you feed him chocolates and a gentle wind caresses your face

* BUT NOT LIKE THIS

* “Feeling better?” You ask

* Gojo thinks he might combust, he moves to sit up but winces

* He’s got the worst headache, these little episodes of his do typically end with a migraine

* Your hand feels nice and cold as it rests against his forehead

* “Rest a little longer, we’re not in any hurry”

* Aaaaand now he’s screaming on the inside again

* “Sorry about this” he mumbles, and you can’t help but smile

* It’s oddly endearing to see a shy Gojo Satoru

* “I bet your lovers would kill me if they saw knew you were showing me such a cute side” you’re half-joking when you say it, but you’re also half-serious

* It gives your Ego a little boost to know you’ve seen a side of him that most of his lovers probably haven’t

* You doubt the mighty Gojo Satoru ever allows himself to be this vulnerable, not even while he’s in the throes of passion

* So that same earnest look on his face startles you

* “I don’t have any other lovers”

* You snort

* “Sure, and I definitely didn’t steal Geto’s pudding that he was saving”

* “I’m being serious”

* Gojo sighs, here he is feeling awfully vulnerable and you still seem denser than a rock

* Do you think he would let anyone other than you see him like this

* “When are you going to realize that if it’s not you then it’s just no good?”

* Your heart is drumming in your ears, and you wonder if he can hear it

* Your mind is telling you to pull back, that this is way too good to be true, that this will only hurt you,

* You should get away while you still have a chance

* But instead something in you persists and you say:

* “Why do you think that is”

* Gojo’s hand reaches up, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger, those clear blue eyes looking straight into yours

* Your breath stutters in your chest

* You always have been weak for those eyes

* His pink lips curl up into a smile

* “Because I love you”

* And before you know what you’re doing your bending down, pressing your lips against his

* “I love you too”

Bonus:

* “You can see through it right?” You ask

* Gojo fidgets with the blindfold, honestly he was hoping for a much kinkier reason than replacing his scuffed sunglasses when you gave him the blindfold

* “It’s a little darker, but that’s not a bad thing.”

* His hair is out of his face too which is nice

* But-

* “What’s with the sudden gift?”

* It’s not exactly out of character for you to get the people you care about something, but this seems a little outside of your usual MO

* “I just felt like it” You mumble

* Now that his eyes are covered up you think he might attract a little less attention, and all his former flings probably won’t be able to recognize him

* Your eyes drift to his uniform, even in the gross pantsuit you can still tell he’s got a pretty nice body,

* But you’ll have to adjust

* Gojo sees right through your nonchalant answer, smiling that wolfish grin

* “Aw was my sweetie scared I was going to leave them?” He coos, moving ever so close

* You only turn away your face

* Gojo only grins wider

* “Honey~ you should know by now if it’s not you then I’m not interested” he sings in your ear

[monster-energies]

we are the kids from yesterday

pairing: severus snape/reader

summary:   with your favourite holiday being halloween, you share that with your daughter and celebrate it in the many years to come

warnings: none that will strike too much attention but there is the following: 1. gilderoy lockheart being a sussy baka, 2. a little bit spicy ( making out ) but no smut is taken into action, 3. teasing and believe me there's quite a bit of it, 4. reader probably has a praise kink ( if you squint )

rating: general audiences  ( hints of mature themes but nothing heavy )

word count:   6588

author’s note: the title’s namesake is lyrics from the song the kids from yesterday by my chemical romance ( another emo title for a repressed emo )

i took the time to make a reference for sapphire snape which can be found below !!  so now you can go back and actually visualize our beloved sapphire :D

author’s note: ok...wow, where do i even begin ???? this project will always hold a special place in my heart and i will genuinely never forget the journey i have come on with this. the clocks changed here in the uk, and i somehow woke up at 6am and told myself, i WILL finish snapetober today. and here we are !! after 31 days of writing, late nights, early morning last minute write up, a lot of tears, a lot of me talking to myself in the mirror like a blithering idiot, this is finally done !! its over, and im quite sappy about it but looking at the complete book of oneshots i've made,,,makes be unbelievable happy. i sobbed finishing this oneshot up and i am still crying now SHDHSHJF,, i literally cannot believe snapetober is over and i finished this book !!

my deepest thanks go to all of you, thank you all so much. whether you're a new reader, or whether you've been here since the beginning, i thank you all for reading my snapetober oneshots. it means so much that you all get to read my writing :'] this is most certainly not the end and i do hope you all stick around for more of my writing. again, thank you all so much for reading my snapetober oneshot book 🥺🥰💖 i hope you all have a wonderful day

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you were asleep in the bed you shared, stirring awake as you looked at the scene that unfolded before you.

you looked at the cot, your daughter sleeping deeply and then to your left you saw your husband.

you sat up and pecked kisses all over his jaw and his cheek, which slowly and surely woke him up.

“good morning my love.” you said.

“morning y/n.”

you both shared a morning kiss, you shifted slightly so that now you were on top of him, resting your head on his chest perking up here and there.

“did you sleep well my love?” you asked, severus nodded which brought a smile to your face.

you placed kisses all over his face and placed a small kiss to his nose.

“what on earth are you doing my dear?” he asked.

“just showing you how much i love every part of you sweetheart.” you answered.

severus didn’t argue, he let you do so. in fact it warmed his heart that you loved him this much.

your chin laid on his chest as you played around with his hair, letting it fall into your grasp. in the moments where you got some peace and quiet, you were both very close in each other’s touch, in a comfortable and poignant silence as you both held each other.

“you’re so beautiful y/n, my little kitten.” he said.

“kitten huh? you haven’t called me that one in a while.” you perked up.

“it simply rolls off the tongue so well, especially with you.” he admitted.

you giggled as you brought your hands to his cheeks.

“so you want to play this game hm? i’ll admit to you, you’re so amazing. juggling so much in just one day, i couldn’t be more proud of you.” severus said.

you giggled and your smile grew bigger.

“you’re such a good girl…hm?” he teased.

you sunk into severus’ hair, hiding away your thoughts.

severus’ fingers laid on your chin bringing them up so you both looked into each other’s eyes.

“what are you thinking of my dear?” he asked.

“you…”

“you’re always thinking of me.”

“i always will.”

you both shared a kiss, more deeper than the last one. you both heard sapphire making noises in her sleep, you both turned to her as your intimate moment was undoubtedly cut short.

“time to get back to our duties.” you said, pouting slightly as you wished for this moment to last.

you got off of severus’ body, getting out some clothes from your wardrobe. you had to go to hogwarts today, you were a visiting teacher at hogwarts. with the new roles of mum and dad obviously being handed to you by life, you split severus’ very stressful and chaotic work schedule between the two of you.

today you had to go into hogwarts, you wanted it to be the weekend everyday but unfortunately you couldn’t control time and you had a job to do.

you put on your work clothes, grabbing a hold of severus’ cloak and wrapping it over your body.

every time you put that cloak you always found yourself to be the most confident woman on earth.

“you know what that means don’t you?” you asked.

“i’ll be home with sapphire.” your husband answered.

“you’ll be fine with her right?”

“of course my love, i’ll call for a patronus if anything goes wrong.”

“you know what time to give her, her bottle right?”

“of course.”

severus left you to get yourself ready, he went to your bedroom who picked up sapphire who was wide awake by this point, giggling when she was in her dad’s arms.

the fact that severus knew what the routine was, put you at ease. you grabbed a hold of your bag and adjusting the cloak.

“right then, i’ll be off…have fun with her alright.” you said.

“i will my dear, have a good day. i love you.” he left a kiss to your head and you returned the affection back to him.

“i will…i love you too.” you said before leaving and apparating to hogwarts.

“be a good girl for daddy.” you said to your baby daughter as your kissed her head and left the home

severus looked up at the clock, it was almost eight.

he heard sapphires cries which deafened the whole house. severus had calmed her down, rocking her up and down gently.

he whispered little affirmations to her that calmed her down and left her babbling and giggling.

“come on sapphy, lets get you some breakfast.”

severus put out the baby food on the table and fed sapphire who had been slowly obeying her father and eating her food.

once breakfast was over and down with, he held sapphire in his arms and closed the kitchen door, now he was in the living and he put sapphire down and he sat down at the nearest arm chair.

he watched sapphire crawl around on the floor, soon her attention was grabbed by the fluffy teddy bear within arms reach. she had been waving it around for quite a whole and biting on the stuffed toy for a bit. severus looked down at his daughter with the toy in her mouth.

“now now sapphy, you shouldn’t have that in your mouth.” severus said softly, gently taking the teddy bear out of its misery and putting it on the window sill. he then sat back down and got back to reading his copy of the daily prophet.

but the reading was cut short as he looked at sapphire who was trying to stand up on her own and then her fingers reached up to the daily prophet.

“what is it sapphire?” he asked. sapphire had been babbling for a bit, he then smiled and put the newspaper down.

he went to the ground and helped his daughter try to stand on her own two feet. for a baby, sapphire was shockingly clever, being able to stand on her own for at least a few seconds before falling to the ground again. but luckily for sapphire, she never fell. her father was always there.

“keep still for daddy. there we go.” severus eventually let go of her hands,  sapphire squealed excitedly before almost stumbling forward but luckily severus caught her just in time.

sapphire giggled loudly as she looked up at her father’s face of relief. “you scared me there princess.” he chuckled when he saw her smile.

severus kissed the top of her head, lifting her to her playroom where she had the freedom to do whatever she pleased. severus looked around the room, a smile laid to his face as he looked at the toys that laid all over the place.

sapphire crawled to the huge fluffy swan that was in the corner of the room. she tried to slowly stand up without her father’s help but babbled when she found herself struggling, severus rushed to her and helped her up, soon she found herself flopping onto the fluffy swan.

the swan happened to be your patronus, so seeing sapphire so attached to his melted his heart. severus knew that sapphire’s patronus would be just like her mother and father’s.

sapphire went back on all 4’s and crawled away from her father.

“sapphire! princess come back.”

sapphire was trying to crawl away from her father but he slowly caught up to her and then begun to chase after her as slowly as she could.

“got you princess.”

severus caught onto her ankle and sapphire squealed, her hands on severus’ chest as she giggled away. sapphire’s laughter was all severus could hear, it warmed his heart that this was what he would wake up to on most days.

as time passed, severus managed to feed her once more. giving her the bottle of milk at your request.

once sapphire was well fed, it had been another round of playtime to which severus decided to play hide and seek. he had been so focused on his daughter, he didn’t hear you sneaking right into the home.

“sapphy, where are you princess?”

you heard your husband’s voice, he was trying to hold back his laughs. you leaned on the doorframe, watching your husband become so gentle around sapphire.

severus found his beloved daughter and attacked her with tickles until she had no giggles left in her.

“well looks like you’re having lots of fun.” you said, approaching your favourite people. severus’ brows furrowed and his cheeks became flushed, like he was caught doing something.

“welcome back my dear.” he pecked your lips and you took sapphire from his grasp.

“looks like you’re daddy’s little princess huh?” you cooed at your daughter, kissing her cheek and sapphire soon fell into another giggle.

“she’s a mummy’s girl, she was crying for you earlier.” he said.

“aww sapphy, mummy and daddy’s always here for you.” you cooed to the girl again.

“m-mamma.”

you both looked at each other in absolute disbelief.

were you hearing that correctly?

“sapphire, where’s mummy?”

sapphire’s hands were now on your face.

“mamma, mamma.”

you bursted into fits of giggles.

“what did i just tell you?” severus said, you both knew that sapphire will get round to recognizing her father soon, and that would be very quick.

“her first words, sev! can you believe you’ve just heard her first words?” you said.

severus was still in shock that he got to witness such a precious moment.

“she’ll find daddy soon, isn’t that right princess?” you said. sapphire only giggled.

you looked up at severus with a warm smile, and severus smiled back. kissing the top of your head, all three of you were on the floor as you were both in utter bliss that this was your daughter.

like you said, she was going to make the both of you very proud.

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“mummy mummy, look what i made!”

you had been downstairs in the potions lab you had finished making batches of calming draughts and you had done so for quite a while. so seeing your daughter sapphire made you a little bit too aware of how much time had gone past.

“sapphy sweetie, hello! why don’t we go upstairs eh?” you suggested, sapphire obeyed as she watched you clean up the potions lab, she was in such awe over how quick you managed to clean the room up.

“i’m sure daddy will teach you that soon!” you said, you grabbed a hold of her hand you went upstairs and sat her down on the sofa.

“sapphire, remember what did we say earlier?” you asked.

“not to go to the potions room.” she answered, letting out a small pout.

“good girl, you’re still very tiny and anything can happen in there and we don’t want you…to turn into a mouse!” you said tickling her sides as she then let out a squeal of laughter.

“mummy!” she squealed. you both laughed away, you were right though. you didn’t want anything to happen if she had gone into the potions lab without yours or severus’ permission.

“now what is it you’d like to show me?” you asked, sapphire unravelled her piece of paper. what was before you was a plan of the living room.

“its almost halloween, can we paint the house?” she asked, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

“well we can’t paint the whole room orange, though i will admit the house does need a little retouching.” you said.

“although i do have a better idea, come with me.” you said, gesturing your daughter to follow you.

you went to the cupboard under the stairs and turned to the room opposite the potions lab, you picked up a box and you opened it in front of  sapphire. she picked up the decorations and smiled.

“yes! yes! mummy these are perfect!” the 9 year old happily replied, you did nothing but watch her get excited over these decorations.

“come on, lets go put them up. we can surprise daddy with it!” you offered, and sapphire nodded.

you helped her put up the decorations in the living room, you had put on some muggle music to help her get into the halloween spirits. she giggled and started doing little bops here and there.

it wasn’t rare of you or severus that you also made her accustomed to the muggle life. since you and him were both half-bloods, you both had a duty to cherish and protect her from all sorts of harm from the wizarding world the muggle world.

“mummy, what’s daddy’s favourite song?” sapphire asked as she was putting miniature bats all over the house.

you knew this answer, and it made you smile even more knowing how intrigued she was.

“well…daddy’s favourite song is also my favourite song too, would you like to hear it?” you asked.

“yes yes yes mummy!” she nodded and that prompted you to go to the music player and put the song on.

“loneliness is the cloak you wear, a deep shade of blue is always there…” sapphire looked over to the music player.

“that’s daddy’s voice!”

“the sun ain't gonna shine anymore, the moon ain't gonna rise in the sky. the tears are always clouding your eyes, when you're without love, baby.” then she heard both of your voices together.

“mummy that’s you!” she giggled.

you and severus always wanted to share that song with sapphire, you obviously beat him to it. but to make it even more special, you and your husband made a special recording for sapphire so that it would always make her happy, and would cheer her up at her lowest points.

“the sun ain't gonna shine anymore, the moon ain't gonna rise in the sky. the tears are always clouding your eyes, when you're without love!” you both sang as you fell to the sofa taking in your now newly decorated living room giggling away. and as if by chance, severus had arrived back home.

“daddy!” sapphire squealed jumping into her father’s arms.

you smiled warmly at your husband who had gotten back from hogwarts.

“i see you decorated without me…you both wound me my girls.” he dramatically pressed his hands to his chest and the both of you giggled away.

“welcome home sev.” you said pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“you showed her the song.” he picked up that the recording of you and him singing was playing around the house.

“looks like i beat you to it sevvy.” you giggled kissing him again, both your attention turned to your daughter who had been begging for a little halloween party.

to which neither of you couldn’t say no.

“daddy, you’re supposed to be something for halloween.” she said.

“what’s wrong with my costume sapphire?” he asked raising a funny little brow at her.

“its very you.” she quipped.

“well…i am very scary.” severus admitted.

“no you’re not.”

“yes i am, but you my sweetheart don’t see it.” he admitted.

you quickly got changed into a quick costume. you slid down the banisters of the stairs and showed your little family the costume you had.

“mummy’s a princess!” sapphire said.

“yes she is, she’s my little princess.” severus said, sapphire hadn’t picked up the fact he was teasing her mother.

your cheeks heated up, giggling and hiding your flustered state in his hair. severus hugged you from the side as he looked down at his daughter and hugged her too.

it wasn’t a party party so to speak, but it was something that made sapphire happy. you and sapphire both danced away whilst spooky music was playing in the background. severus watched the scenes unfold and he couldn’t help but join in.

even if he did have two left feet.

sapphire giggled at what looked like severus’ little jig, severus lips curled into what looked like a smile. you smiled at your husband who looked like he was having a good time.

after what seemed like hours, sapphire had been exhausted and fell asleep on the sofa. she was laid on your lap as you and severus both decided to flick on a movie to watch together.

“i’ll take her to bed.” you said as you carried your tired 8 year old to her bedroom. you tucked her into bed and kissed the top of her head.

“sweet dreams my love, we’ll see you in the morning sapphire.” you whispered before putting one of her teddy bears beside her before you turned on the night light and closed the door on her.

“did you turn on the night light?” severus asked.

“yep.”

you both inevitably relaxed on the sofa, you put on a fantasy adventure movie. your preferences were no doubt completely in sync with one another.

you beamed when the title screen had come on, you were watching robin hood: prince of thieves with him.

bizarrely, severus actually liked this movie. it was the first muggle movie that he had watched with you, he was completely hooked onto it with some of the dialogues from the script still stuck in his head and the ongoing debate that severus must have been an actor in a past life.

“locksley! i’m gonna cut your heart out with a spoon!” you both recited alongside the movie, falling into laughter.

“see look, the sheriff on nottingham is basically you. its so uncanny.” you said getting up and pointing to the screen.

“darling i’m telling you there is no way i could be him.”

“you look like him.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

you bickered a little on this topic for more than 10 minutes before eventually you continued to watch the movie

“why a spoon, cousin? why not an axe?”

“because it's dull, you twit! it'll hurt more!”

you both recited again wholeheartedly. you couldn’t help but let yourself relax in severus’ arms as you watched the movie go into absolute chaos.

when the movie ended, you lazed around on the sofa as severus held you in his arms. he looked around the house for a moment, drawings that sapphire had done were all over the walls as the halloween decorations accompanied it alongside. it was a pleasant sight for him to always come back to.

“you know y/n, you are a wonderful mother…and i’m so proud of you.” severus said, kissing the top of your head as you then looked up to him and smiled.

“you’re a wonderful dad.” you replied.

you sat up slowly and kissed him softly, as you both pulled away from the kiss as the house fell into a comfortable silence.

“she’s gonna make us proud that one.” severus said.

“oh just you wait till she comes to hogwarts.” you said, winking at him as both shared a few laughs and kissed each other once more.

“i love you severus.”

“i love you too y/n.”

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new things had been happening for the snape family. you would be starting out as the new muggle art teacher, severus was back in potions and had applied to also become the defence the dark arts teacher but again, failed at the hands of gilderoy lockheart.

but aside from that, your daughter sapphire tatiana snape was starting hogwarts. you couldn’t have been more happier.

but you knew that sapphire would face a few hardships here and there, you reassured her that if anything were to happen to her, you instructed her to come to you or your father and they would help her till the very end.

“sapphire go to the front here, i’ll be at the table with your dad okay.” you said.

sapphire nodded and stood at the very front. you went to the front table and saw the new defence against the dark arts teacher.

“oh hellooo there, we have a new flower blossoming here…” gilderoy approached you.

“gilderoy…” his name left great disgust in your tone.

“ah she knows my name. and who might you be?”

“y/n, y/n-”

“snape.” you turned to see your husband, who just so happened to finish the sentence.

“y/n snape.”

gilderoy gulped slightly, looking at the couple.

“shouldn’t you be in dumbledore’s office signing your entire life away to hogwarts?” you quipped.

“very well…i should be going, nice to see you both.” gilderoy choked out before walking away.

you looked up at your husband and let out a giggle.

“what a blithering idiot.” you muttered.

“he won’t last two seconds here.” severus said.

“does anyone in the d.a.d.a post ever last more than 2 seconds?” you said.

you both giggled to yourselves as you both made your way to the front, looking at the great hall filled with kids.

as the new 1st years got assigned to their houses, you both eyed sapphire who had been fiddling with her jumper. anxious to see what her predicament would be.

“sapphire snape.” minerva called.

you stepped forward, your fellow 1st years muttering things about the girl. they hadn’t a clue who she was and what her goals were but it made them ever curious.

“slytherin!” the sorting hat called without any hesitancy.

the students in the slytherin table cheered and applauded. even you and severus stood up and clapped for your daughter who had been greeted and congratulated by the many students surrounding her.

you both looked at your daughter who happened to wave at you, you and severus waved back with pride.

she was going to be a great addition to slytherin and the pair of you knew that anyone who hurt her would eventually have to deal with them.

with both her mother and father teaching at hogwarts, sapphire snape was the unstoppable girl.

she would not be beaten.

sapphire looked over to her mum and dad who were just about to head out to their own classrooms.

“mum, dad! wait up!” she called, you and severus both turned around and saw their daughter approaching them.

you perked a smile and let her join you. some of the students in the other houses were in absolute disbelief that severus snape had a family.

severus snape…the potions professor…had a life?

to them that was uncalled for.

“who was that getting all weird with mum?” she asked.

“that is unfortunately your new defence against eh dark arts teacher…gilderoy lockheart.” you sighed, severus didn’t even bother saying his name considering he literally took the job he wanted.

“he was getting all cozy with you mum.” she muttered.

severus only chuckled at the worry his daughter had. she was most definitely a mummy’s girl.

always have been.

“don’t worry sapph, your father here took care of it.”

“you stood there and it was enough to make him run away.”

“i told you, i’m the scariest thing there is.”

you and sapphire giggled, ruffling her hair and accompanying her to the dorms.

“are you sure you’ll be fine here?” you asked.

“yes…maybe…” her expressions soon turned little as she begun to worry about the year ahead.

“come, lets go to dad’s class. he’ll make you the best lemon tea there is!” you offered.

that was enough to put a smile on sapphire’s face, the three of you went to the classroom and there severus was, brewing a lemon tea for his favourite people in the world. severus was never one to pick favourites in his life but of course, if you or sapphire were mentioned he would pick the both of you in a heartbeat.

“now what’s on your mind sapph?” you asked, both you and severus paid very close attention to your daughter who had been very anxious about hogwarts.

sapphire explained that she was worried about being lonely, that she wouldn’t have any friends at hogwarts, considering she saw groups of first years who had known each other before, perhaps from a muggle primary school. she was worried that people would pick on her because she was a snape and that people would hurt her much like her father had been hurt.

it was a mixture of 1st year blues alongside new worries that kept the poor girl awake at night. you’d often remembered in the days counting, she wouldn’t be able to sleep in her own bed, sleeping on the sofa out of nerves.

“sapphire you will have a good time here at hogwarts, trust us. we’ve both been here…well i don’t know the school just as well like your father but, this is all very new to me too. if you have any problem here, come to me or your father.” you reassured her, as you both sipped your tea you looked over to severus wondering if he had any advice in him.

“your friends will come to you soon, whether it be a day, a week a month…maybe even two years. i can assure you sapphire that you will never be alone. you have us, and obviously you’ll be on your own for some time and that is all in good time.” severus said.

“you’re sapphire snape. you’re gonna do the unstoppable, the unthinkable but you’ll make me and your father proud.” you comforted your daughter who had now been smiling over the advice her parents gave her.

slowly accepting it into her own.

“thanks mum, thanks dad. you’re the best!” she said, her smile didn’t leave her face.

“come now, let us accompany you to the slytherin dorms."

when you left her in the common room with her fellow house mates, you looked over to some of the students who  had shot glares at the couple before they both walked off.

as time slowly progressed sapphire looked like she was settling well at hogwarts, she accepted the fact that most of her time was spent alone, but that was completely fine. it showed her focus and dedication to her studies. she answered every question that every teacher asked her and that garnered her house more points than ever.

but today had been pretty bad for the girl, she was unfortunately made crash dummy of the day for the pathetic defence against the dark arts teacher.

whilst everyone had been swooning and falling head over eels for him, you held a grudge. you weren’t going to forgive him for attempting to flirt at your mother.

you and severus had already been in the call for quite a bit so seeing sapphire’s uniform completely ruined shocked you and severus.

“can i please scream…can i please scream?” sapphire asked.

you grabbed your wand and put silencing charms all over the room.

“be our guest.” you said.

sapphire had let out screams of complete stress, to which severus actually covered his ears.

after a few more screams, you noticed that by this point she was going to damage her voice, you shot a look to severus that instantly made him get up and get his daughter a calming draught.

“sapphy honey! that’s enough” you said comfirting your daughter as she let out a few pants after her screams.

“that felt good.” was all she said.

“sapphire you’ll damage your voice if you keep screaming this viscerally.” you said.

“here…” severus offered her the calming draught which sapphire cautiously took sips from.

“was it lockheart?” severus asked.

sapphire nodded.

“and he unleashed a hippogriff into the classroom and of course i had to be professor lockheart’s crash dummy.” sapphire said, with such detest in her voice.

severus waved his wand and now your uniform was instantly back to normal.

“thanks dad.” she said.

“there’s going to be a halloween ball soon, are you going to join?” sapphire asked her parents.

“i’ll be there, your father on the other hand probably won’t be there out of second hand embarrassment.” you teased, to which you were greeted with a book being playfully whacked against your head.

“relax i’m kidding!” you giggled.

“eitherway, staff and students alike have to be there plus your father can’t resist taking house points for any prank he sees fit.” you added.

“dad won’t take any house points from me right?” sapphire couldn’t help but ask.

“we would never do such a thing to you, and beside you impress us more and more each day.” severus said, pressing a kiss to his daughter’s forehead.

“oh oh i have to go, i promised to help professor flitwick today!” sapphire quipped, she hugged you and hugged severus, both as tightly as she could before waving goodbye to her parents.

“she’s doing so well here.” you said.

“sapphire has no doubt learnt from the best.” severus admitted.

you only smiled up at him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, to which he obviously couldn’t resist.

“oh y/n…you’ve been such a bad girl.” he mumbled.

“have i really been a bad bad girl?” you teased.

“teasing your professor is something you can’t get away with.” he held back a smirk as he looked into your eyes for a moment.

“we’re both professors you idiot.” you joked.

those were the last things you said before he pulled you into a deep kiss, your lips colliding with his as the scent of parchment paper lingered all over the classroom.

you pulled away when you weren’t able to cath your breath, “you have a class soon.” you reminded him.

“class can wait…it looks as if i need to teach my favourite student…a lesson.” he admitted deeply.

“favourite student huh? i’d never thought you’d be this…scandalous.” you teased.

severus then took you into his stores and closed the door, he pinned you to it as he placed several kisses all over your lips, he then found himself leaving love bites all over your neck as you let out a soft moan.

that was pleasing to the ears.

his hands felt at your waist as you wrapped you arms around him and you let him leave love marks on your shoulder. you tilted his face to meet yours. your lips made his way to his neck, leaving a mark on there.

you both shared one last kiss. making it as tender and passionate as possible, before pulling away

“such a good girl…” he murmured.

your cheeks heated up as you perked a shy smile. “you’ve been so good my love.” he whispered again.

“i guess i’ll be returning the favour soon sev.” you smirked.

“i’ll see you at the halloween ball then…professor.” you winked as you let out a giggle and walked out, making your way to your classroom.

severus watched you go, severus’ eyes had been filled with love, such desire. the fact that he was loved, only made his heart warm. you were the reason he married you, your personality was what made him thrive. and it warmed his heart at how kind you were, to the people around you, to your little family.

that was the life he lead.

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when the day of the halloween ball arrived, you helped sapphire get into her ballgown.

“do you wanna show dad?” you asked, sapphire nodded going outside and there her father stood. in his usual attire but inside, he was beaming.

his daughter made the whole world shine, “sapphire you look lovely.” he said kissing her head.

sapphire did a little spin and smiled at her mum and dad who couldn’t have been more proud.

you all entered as a family which deserved some looks here and there.

“your father and i going to patrol the event okay, you’ll be fine right?” you asked.

“i think so.” she nodded.

“right…have fun okay.” you said, letting her go into the crowd.

the patrol had been as usual, severus took house points for any misbehaviour, you were there to comfort and have casual chats with the students and staff.

severus looked over to his daughter who looked as if she was looking out for someone.

as the hour passed, sapphire looked sad. and alone, she looked to her parents who had been dancing together, no doubt she was happy but this year was solidified.

she was going to be alone.

sapphire walked out which sparked the attention of you and your husband, as you searched for sapphire you knew where she would be…the astronomy tower.

you both knew that students couldn’t be up there, how she managed to get in was besides the point, your daughter was sad and you both had to comfort her.

she cried as you both hugged her lovingly, reassuring her that everything will be okay.

severus looked over to you, it looked like he had a trick up his sleeve, you grabbed your wand and both waved your wands around the astronomy tower, which was decorated in the same halloween decorations she was familiar with when she was younger.

“you…still have them?” sapphire sniffled.

“you know your mother by now.” severus said.

“we can have our own halloween ball…right here.” you said. sapphire smiled at that idea. you put on the music player and what was always playing was the family’s favourite song.

“the sun ain't gonna shine anymore.”

“the sun ain’t gonna shine anymore.”

“the moon ain't gonna rise in the sky.”

“the moon ain't gonna rise in the sky.”

“the tears are always clouding your eyes.”

“when you're without love!”

the three of you danced to that song, singing the lyrics back and forth to one another and you both fell to the floor. nothing but laughter and happiness radiated from this little family.

you and severus wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

you would do anything to make your daughter happy.

severus would do anything to make his wife and daughter happy.

and that was something he swore to do.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“didn’t think you two would go off to the halloween ball without me huh?”

you both turned back and saw your daughter in that beautiful dress.

now she was in her fifth year, almost all grown up. she looked over to her mother and father, your smile still lingering as you both let her join in with you on your walk to the great hall.

“you look absolutely lovely saph.” severus said.

“why thank you dad…you too don’t look so bad for someone who wears the same 3 cloaks over and over again.” sapphire said.

you giggled at how playful your daughter was.

“so saph, i hear you have a partner for this dance…is that correct?” you asked, severus shot a look at his daughter.

“relax dad, we’re not like that…we’re just friends.”

“that’s what they always say, next hour she’ll come to me with a ring on her finger.”

“dad!” sapphire giggled.

“oh look there he is now!” she beamed going over to what seemed to be the lucky boy.

cedric diggory.

“a slytherin and a hufflepuff. that’s something you don’t see everyday.” you said, nudging his arm a little.

“mum dad, i assume you know who he is.” sapphire said, bring cedric in front of you both.

“cedric diggory, your reputation proceeds you.” severus said.

“likewise professor snape, professor l/n…snape? i take it.” cedric said, confused at what to call you.

“oh call me professor l/n snape. i merged the two names together so that nobody would get confused. its nice to meet you cedric.” you said, shaking his hand.

“cedric’s partner couldn’t make it so he asked me and i obviously said yes.” sapphire smiled.

“she’s quite lovely for a slytherin.” cedric admitted.

“oh you, hush or we’ll miss out on the pumpkin canapes.” sapphire said, playfully punching his shoulder.

you and your husband couldn’t help but giggle at the two. their daughter really hadn’t changed and you couldn’t help but smile at her growth.

“go on, have fun okay…oh and sapph, meet us at the astronomy tower when you’re done.” you said.

“will do mum, don’t have too much fun without me.” she said, waving to her parents before being ushered away by cedric to participate in the dance.

you looked over to severus, who looked out for his daughter with for once, a smile to his.

“are you crying?”

severus looked over to you and wiped away the very obvious tears that ran down his face.

“no i wasn’t.”

“yes you were.”

“no i wasn’t.”

“yes you were.”

“no i wasn’t.”

“yes you were.”

“no i wasn’t.”

“yes you were.”

“you were crying sevvy, admit it.” you giggled which was then replied with a simple roll of the eyes from severus.

“that’s our daughter right there.” you said.

“she’s grown up so fast.” severus replied.

“are you proud of her?” you asked.

“i’ll always will be.” he said.

“and do you know what y/n…i’m proud of you.” severus said pressing his lips to yours lovingly.

you smiled and hugged your husband as you oversaw the scene at hand. but before you could get intimate with one another, you heard a bang nearby. you looked over to your daughter who pointed at the situation at hand, both of you relieved that she wasn’t apart of it.

“50 points from gryffindor.” severus bluntly said.

that was greeted by groans and mutters from the gryffindor students.

that aside, you looked over to your daughter who looked like she was having a good time.

when the ball was over, sapphire bade her goodbyes to cedric. leaving to go to the astronomy tower, “mum what was it you wanted?” she called.

sapphire looked over at the scene that unravelled, a dinner table and around them.

the halloween decorations.

the same ones.

she never got old of them.

“mum, dad…i love it.” she beamed.

“come along saph.” severus said, ushering her to join.

with no hesitation sapphire joined them. the three had a halloween dinner fit for a royal family.

you and severus told sapphire stories from the early stages of their relationship, whilst sapphire spoke of the ball, how divine hogwarts looked and whilst she picked up only a few friends along the way, nothing could compare to the love she had for her family.

the night was concluded when the three of you decided to do some stargazing, looking up at all the constellations.

sapphire was in complete awe of the sky, how beautiful it was. she looked over to you and severus who had been sat on the balcony.

“i’m so proud of you y/n…my love.” severus said.

“i’m more proud of you, severus.”

you both shared a soft kiss, which was interrupted by your daughter who said, “still here… don’t think you’ve forgotten me yet.”

you and severus only laughed, shifting up a little so your daughter could join you.

“soon it will be another day at hogwarts.” sapphire said.

“it’s never another day sapphy, you have us.” you assured her.

“i know…i just don’t want this to end.” she said.

“your adventures will never end sapphire. and we will be here for you every step of the way.” severus said, pressing a kiss to sapphire’s forehead. she looked up at her father with a smile.

sapphire embraced her mother and father, looking up at the night sky.

“we’re the snapes. our adventures will never end.” you said.

“mum…dad, you’ll still be here right?”

“always sapphire.” severus said.

“always? i like that word.” your daughter said.

smiles were left on you and severus as you all took the scenery in.

“i love you all.”

“we love you too sapphire."

the snapes, the family filled with laughter and love.

everyday was another adventure with your husband, with your daughter.

you didn’t want this to end either.

their motto they stuck by…

always.

[nagipops]

may i request a comfort naruto x reader? like maybe the reader had some troubles at home and they go to naruto for help 🥺 if not that’s fine! ❤️

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FEATURING: naruto uzumaki!

SUMMARY: in which your childhood best friend provides solace from your troubles at home.

A/N: i love this prompt so much, comfort naruto is best naruto <3

You knocked softly at the rusty, worn down door to his apartment, using the signature pattern the two of you created when you were just little kids.

The other side of the door was silent.

Sighing, you gazed out of the window at the dark violet sky. It was nearly midnight, and knowing him, he would probably be asleep by now.

Click.

You heard a quiet click from inside the apartment and your heart nearly leapt out of your throat. Soft thumps sounded from the other side of the door, getting slightly louder and louder until—

“Naruto,” you breathed, staring at the disheveled yellow-haired boy in front of you as he rubbed his eyes blearily.

Your body moved before you could even think, and before you knew it, you had your arms wrapped tightly around his body, comforting and soothing and familiar and home.

“Oi—“ a surprised noise escaped Naruto’s throat as his eyes widened at the late night surprise. But as quickly as the sound left his lips, his arms wrapped around your smaller, colder body protectively, squeezing you tight.

“O-oi, baka...” Naruto murmured into your hair. “You gave me a scare there.” You felt his cheek press into the top of your head as his strong arms pulled you closer into his warm body.

Opening your eyes slightly, you noticed that his light grey shirt was stained with wet blotches that could only have been tears from your own eyes. Feeling your cheeks warm up, you untangled your shaking arms from Naruto’s back and placed them lightly on his chest. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, glancing up at him, then back down as you felt tears begin to well up in your eyes again. “I’m sorry.”

Naruto gazed down at you with a furrowed brow. “For what?” You felt his hand at the back of your head, his pinky at the nape of your neck as he tilted your face up to meet his. “Did you steal my underwear again?”

Despite the aching in your heart, you couldn’t suppress the tiny smile that played across your lips as you lightly shoved his chest away. “Stop,” you mumbled, the smallest of grins on your face.

But Naruto’s arms remained encircled around your waist, pulling you closer to him. As one calloused hand reached up to brush your tear-soaked cheeks, he whispered softly, “Tell me what’s wrong.” His eyes searched yours desperately, searching for what was wrong, searching for a sign.

“It-it’s nothing, just some family stuff.. At home...” you managed to whisper, the tears coming down faster now as you realized how concerned Naruto was, wiping each tear away from your face as they fell while his eyes continued to search yours.

“Ahh... it’s okay. I’m here.” He held you closer, one hand resting protectively behind your head as the other wrapped around your waist. “I’ll always be here, okay?”

You didn’t need to see his face to know it was true. Just standing here, in his warm embrace, burying your face into his chest, was enough for you to know that it was true.

“Okay.” Your response came out more like a whine than a reply, muffled by his shirt.

“Hey, I have an idea that might cheer you up,” Naruto said, pulling you away from his body slightly and allowing you to peer into his glistening blue eyes.

Sniffing, you replied, “Does it involve underwear stealing?”

Naruto chuckled as he flashed you one of his signature close-eyed bashful smiles, grinning cheekily. “Wellll...” he cracked one of his eyes open, then the other as his expression grew more serious. “I was hoping it would involve a little more of this...”

The hand resting at the back of your head traveled to your forehead as he tucked a stray lock of hair softly behind your ear, while his other arm pulled you closer to him.

“Naruto...” you breathed, watching his caring gaze search your eyes before falling on your lips. His hand slowly moved tantalizingly from behind your ear to cup your cheek, and his warm touch alone was enough to make you melt. You felt his thumb brush across your cheekbone lightly, his blue eyes searching your expression before he tilted your head upward, drawing your face closer with his palm, tilting his head ever so slightly, and pressing his soft, warm lips to yours. You unraveled right then and there, losing yourself, your fears, your worries, all at once.

Here he was, with you in his arms, and you were all his.

All his.

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[myelocin]

Cradle | Sakusa Kiyoomi, Iwaizumi Hajime

Synopsis: First is love; in the forms over the years you come to know. Then second is grief and loss; and how the struggle that comes with it defines and reshapes you. And finally third is acceptance, where you realize that the awakening to love and life’s questions have always just been in the palm of your hand.

This story is for those who shielded themselves from love before it could even hit them. 

Characters/Pairings: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader x Iwaizumi Hajime | Seijoh 3rd years (friendship)

Genre/Tags/Warnings: Slice of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, Seijoh4!Friendship, Cellist!Sakusa, Musician!Reader, Hajime lmao, Mutual Pining, Love Triangle, Happy Ending!!, Character death, mentions of spiraling

WC: 17.5k

a/n: a month long wip! this one is all for you, mom. i broke my heart writing down these memories, but i hope you read this on the other side. + big thank you to @introvertedfangirlpower for the cello facts! really helped me :)

playlist: Message to Myself - Roo Panes

ko-fi | commissions

For you, love began in the unknown.

You say unknown because you don’t remember much of your childhood other than the flashes of residual warmth that came with the memory of your mother. For as long as you can remember, she always felt like that: warm and familiar—like home.

Her presence like the warmth that stays on your coffee mug long after you’ve consumed your drink. Warmth like sitting in front of a fireplace as you watch the last bits of firewood extinguish in the flames.

And your fondest memory perhaps���warm like the hands that cup your face and kiss your forehead every morning before you left for school.

The early years in your life meant days spent in planted gardens outside of a kitchen window where the pink and yellow flowers bloom in the spring, and jumping in the fallen leaves raked in a pile centered in the backyard in the late autumn.

Then in the winters, when it became too cold to lay in blankets in the backyard stargazing for constellations—you’d spend the Christmas nights listening to bedtime stories about her time traveling the world you have yet to explore. “You’ll fall in love with seeing what’s out there,” you recall her saying as she tucks you in bed with the green blanket she knitted for you when you were a baby.

Though you suppose even if you loved the winter months with her the best—you could never go wrong with sipping the iced tea she’d leave for you on the porch in the afternoons you spent outside in the summers. The iced tea she made was always the best: never too sweet, and never too bland either.

And for the most part of your childhood, your father was absent. You didn’t really care; his absent never lingered. So even when the bratty kid from the classroom next to yours would brag about the brand new jacket her papa bought her from a trip overseas—you didn’t care. The jacket you wore was still the same one from last year, and the scarf wrapped around you was the one she knitted two winters ago, but the way she wrapped you up and kissed your nose made the taunting escape your mind.

Your mother would tell you stories about the times when you were a baby and of how she’d tuck you in nice and snug in your blanket whenever she felt the room was too cold and then fan you out when the temperature rose. Apparently, when you were a baby you never cried too much so she was left to guess whether you felt comfortable enough with the room’s temperature or not. She always finished the story by saying you smiled at her either way so she supposes she guessed right every time.

You don’t question it because she guesses right every time.

During father daughter dances that were annually held in your school, your mother always made sure to take the day off of work early so the two of you would have dinner some place nice instead. Her jokes were better than the ones your dad halfheartedly chucked your way when he did come to visit anyway, so you didn’t mind.

Your father ringing you up three hours before the dance with the last minute classic excuse of “sudden meeting today, I’m sorry.” didn’t bother you as much as you think it should have when your mom was right next to you ready to tell you another story from her younger days.

Her “younger days” as she liked to call it was always a favorite topic of hers that she always returned to from time to time. At eight years old, it felt like there was so much of the world still to explore and despite her telling you to live your childhood to the fullest, you didn’t ask what it meant and requested to hear an encore of the story she just finished telling.

She’d smile and you’d hear her tell you that no, and that you should have listened, but you know during the “father daughter” dinners shared between the two of you, she was extra soft and that it would take nothing more than pleading eyes and one more “please” before she’d relent and tell the story again.

She was always enough; every second with her felt just right—and if there’s something you never regret during your childhood, it’s those times where you’d ignore the teasing of having “no dad to dance with” from your childhood bullies because you were more than content with the superwoman who raised you anyway.

-

If there was someone in your childhood other than your mom who never hesitated to hold your hands—it was the boy who lived right down the street: Iwaizumi Hajime.

“He looks a little scruffy,” your mom used to tell you and you’d shrug at her words because to ten year old you, she did have a point. Boys were icky.

His family didn’t move in your street until you turned ten years old, but according to the Oikawa family who lived next door—the Iwaizumi family had already been one of their long term friends. Tooru, the pretty boy who was your next door neighbor and often brought you the Christmas cookies you’ve come to love every December didn’t hesitate to knock on your door and ask your mom for permission to bring you out and play.

Tooru was okay, you thought; he had nice hair and a pretty smile even though he wore alien t-shirts every chance he could get. But, he was always kind enough to remember that you preferred almonds in your cookies instead of the cashews the recipe called for. So when your mother looked at you for your answer, you nodded shyly before running to your room to grab the jacket and scarf she reminded you to wear. The chill from autumn’s air has been settling in the region lately, so you let her wrap the scarf around you tightly before you left.

She did the same for both Tooru and his mystery friend, and you could only nod proudly when Tooru introduced his friend to your mother with, “This is (l/n)-san, she’s the nicest auntie here!”

You don’t notice the boy who walks quietly beside Tooru until the three of you reach the park. When you do finally notice him, you subconsciously find yourself moving a little closer to Tooru, your puffy cheeks hidden in the layers your scarf buried you in.

“Oh!” Tooru suddenly exclaims like he just had an epiphany.

“(Y/n),” he says as he turns to you and grabs the sleeve of your jacket, “—this is Iwa-chan. My bestest friend!”

Iwa-chan, the boy introduced to you peeks at you from Tooru’s left side and puffs his cheeks, “My name is Iwaizumi Hajime, nice to meet you.”

“Hello, I’m (y/n),” you reply and tentatively hold your hand out as an offer for him to shake, “nice to meet you Iwaizumi-san.”

His cheeks turn red at your words and you fight the urge to laugh at how silly it looks with his pout when he says, “You can call me Hajime. Nice to meet you too.”

Beside you, Tooru must have thought that his friend was taking too long to respond because he sighs loudly and grabs Hajime’s hand and clasps it on yours. “Iwa-chan, you’re supposed to shake her hand! Not stare.”

The red tinting his cheeks turn into a couple shades darker as he shakes your hand and turns his head to the side after muttering something along the lines of, “Baka-kawa.”

You smile at him when he faces you, and then smile even wider when the blush on his cheeks turn even redder. Maybe it’s just the cold air, you think, but none the less it suited him.

His hair was a little scruffy and he liked to wear Godzilla t-shirts under his jackets, but his cheeks blushed a pretty shade of red when you smiled at him so when your mom asks how your day with Tooru and the new neighbor went, you smile at her and say, “Mama I made a new friend!”

Hajime seemed nice, you suppose.

-

And you’re right because Hajime was always kind; he smiled in a way that had you smiling along with him in mere seconds. Though he was a little rougher with Tooru, Hajime always made it his mission to make sure he held your hand—if you needed it—when you needed to jump down a big step; the ever present blush on his cheeks when you’d beam at him stayed regardless of whatever season so you suppose you can’t blame it on the cold air anymore.

During your summer breaks, the three of you would spend the afternoons in your mother’s backyard sipping iced tea and catching cicadas. Tooru, along with you, would whine about how gross bugs were but you’d sooner relent than him when a pout began to form on Hajime’s face.

“You don’t have to,” Hajime says and takes a seat next to you on the swing next to the rosebushes. Tooru, from a far would yell triumphantly before tossing the volleyball he’d brought with him from home again. You, on the other hand could never have it in you to see Hajime upset so you’d pick up one of the three nets he’d brought with him and nod towards the garden.

“It’s okay!” you say and offer him a sweet smile when he’d look up, “as long as you keep the worms away from me then it’s okay!”

“I’ll keep them away,” he replies suddenly looking excited. Hajime jumps from the swings to grab another net and tugs at your hand to run towards the garden; he chooses to ignore the look on Tooru’s face when the latter shoots him a knowing smirk.

Bugs were never your thing and there was also never a day where you thought you’d be out in the garden running hand in hand with a boy trying to catch cicadas on a summer afternoon—when you’d much prefer to be sitting in a picnic blanket with the family dog who always nudged your hand for belly rubs. But then again, when you see Hajime, the kind boy with the infectious smile who always held your hand when you crossed the street or jumped from big steps, beam at you with his laughs ringing in the air—you conclude that it can’t be so bad after all.

When the sun would set and the three of you would let go of all the cicadas you caught, your mom would sit the three of you down for dinner and talk about your days.

“Ah, youth,” your mother would comment and you’d nod along, smiling because if this is what she meant by the beauty of youth—then you don’t ever want to let this go. If youth meant summer afternoons spent catching cicadas, festivals in the autumn, hot cocoas in winter, and picnics in the spring with Hajime and Tooru then you decided you really don’t want to let it go.

You think that especially when you look at the table across you as you smile at Tooru shoveling his dinner down and smiling at your mom because she was the bestest cook ever and laugh when Hajime’s always the one offering to pass the salt or the dish your mother asked for.

“Haji is really smart, mama,” you say looking up at the woman seated next to you and Tooru would whole heartedly agree then mutter something about “Iwa-chan” being really good at arm wrestling. Hajime would flush with the familiar shade of red you’ve grown accustomed to at Tooru’s comment but tell your mother a polite thank you when she’d clap her hands together and agree with Tooru’s compliment.

That night when your mother tucked you in for the night and moved to turn off the lights in the bedroom, she tells you that Hajime and Tooru are nice boys and that she’s glad you befriended the both of them.

You tell her goodnight and smile into your covers, feeling warm at the thought of your mother’s words, Tooru’s laughter, and Hajime’s kind smile.

-

High school was a strange time for the three of you.

Strange, in the sense that even though the three of you maintained the closeness of the friendship you’ve shared since childhood—certain things factored in the evident shift in some relationships.

Tooru was one example.

You would give up an arm for him in a heartbeat if it meant it would save his life, but at the same time, there are some moments where you wouldn’t hesitate to rip off his arm just to get him to shut up.

He’s always been perceptive, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise when he came to your house one day, plopped himself on the beanbag he claimed to be “his spot” at the corner of your desk, look you dead in the eye, and declare, “You have the hots for Iwa-chan don’t you?”

Internally, you wince at the statement but outwardly maintain the air of nonchalance you’ve mastered over the years. Tapping your pen on Tooru’s forehead, you click your tongue, “If you don’t finish your essay by today, I’m not gonna edit it for you.”

“You’re changing the topic, (y/n),” Tooru quips and if the conversation was about something different, you’d smile at the sing-song tone he was using.

“Changing what?” You ask.

“(Y/n),” Tooru replies, dragging out the last syllable of your name, “—you’re so obvious, even Makki and Mattsun could tell.”

“Could tell what?” comes Hajime’s voice from the doorway.

You let out a sigh because in a way you’re thankful for Hajime’s impeccable timing in entering your room. You turn your head and glance at him from your desk, offering him a lazy wave as a greeting.

“Iwa-chan!” Tooru exclaims and scrambles on the beanbag to sit up properly. “How much have you heard?”

“Were you talking about something important?” Hajime asks with a flat tone as he sits on your bed and pulls out his laptop.

“Your mom asked me and Oikawa to stay for dinner tonight, by the way. That cool with you?” he asks.

You look at him, the expression on your face quizzical, “Haji, you guys always stay for dinner. Mama and I love having you two around.”

From your peripheral vision, you could see Tooru look between you and Hajime back and forth and for once you’re glad he chose to stay silent.

But then when a familiar tinge of red falls on Hajime’s cheeks and you smile fondly at him, Tooru suddenly hollers, “(Y/n), that’s what I mean. You totally have the hots for Iwa-chan!”

Hajime’s eyes widen as you slap a hand over your face.

Today was one of the days where you decide you want to rip Tooru’s arm off.

-

Dinner later that night was, to put it bluntly, awkward.

You figured your mom must have already read the atmosphere by now but as of the moment all you could really do was shoot glares towards Tooru from across the table. Usually, the seating arrangement would be like this: you sat next to your mom, Tooru right across you, and Hajime diagonal from you.

Tonight, Tooru decided that it was time to “switch things up” and traded seats with Hajime.

“Ahh, this feels nice,” he says as he sits in the chair inches away from the chair where he sat for years.

“Boys,” your mother begins, “I heard you both got into the volleyball team.”

Tooru beams at her through a mouthful of pasta. “Yeth!” he chimes and Hajime elbows him on the side reminding him to eat properly before responding. You, along with your mother give a soft laugh at their interaction.

“How are you three liking high school so far? I expect the two of you to get rid of any boys who have bad intentions towards (y/n),” your mother says as she sips on her wine. Internally, you groan, because this was a conversation you would much prefer to not have. Especially in front of Tooru, you decide when he grins with an undertone of something you could only guess was anything but good. You shoot him a warning look; Tooru decides it’s a good day to ignore you.

Over the years, you made your appreciation known towards Hajime’s amazing timing. It was like he had a sixth sense when it came to either you, Tooru, or the both of you simultaneously. He had always managed to round the corner right as the passing university boys would spot you alone by the convenience store, catch Tooru before he did anything too drastic whenever he blamed himself a little too harshly for a loss from a particularly bad game, or like earlier that night—walk into a room interrupting a conversation you would rather avoid altogether.

This current situation was not one of those times.

Hajime took a bite. Your eyes were still locked on Tooru who did everything but look in your direction.

“I don’t think that’s a problem, (L/n)-san,” he said and leaned forward. Your mother next to you raised an eyebrow in question and muttered an, “oh?”

Hajime took another bite, still oblivious to the current conversation. You still looked at Tooru who smiled at you in a way that had you gripping the fork in your hand a little tighter.

“No scary boys around (y/n), at all! Isn’t that right, Iwa-chan?” Tooru exclaims and looks at his best friend next to him who was still engrossed in his plate of food. You hold your breath looking at Hajime as you wait for his response.

“Huh? Yeah. Anyway, this new recipe is really good (l/n)-san,” he finally says and nods towards your mother. Tooru clasps his hands together, smiling.

“Personally,” Tooru begins, “I think Iwa-chan and (y/n) would be the most perfect couple!”

You run your hands over your face, already feeling the heat crawling up your neck. Feeling your mother’s stare you let out a sigh and face her. “Mom-“

“Hajime! That’s great! I was wondering when the two of you would get together, it’s literally been years.”

You stare at her. Hajime stares at her; pasta sauce is smeared on the corner of his lips.

“I know, imagine being the third wheel this whole time!” Tooru comments.

-

“Hajime’s a nice boy,” your mother tells you as you join her in the living room after Tooru and Hajime returned home.

“We’re not, a thing, mom,” you say despite her laughing at your tone.

“I didn’t say you two were a thing.”

You open your mouth, but eventually close it when you come short of a response. She had a point.

“Mom,” you groan, “Haji is nice. Tooru is nice. Both of them are nice.”

“I know that, (y/n), you’re just being defensive now,” she laughs and you can’t find a retort so you huff in response.

When the room is dips into silence, you grab the familiar green blanket folded on the corner of the couch and take a seat next to her. She looks at you when you lean against her shoulder and drape the blanket over the two of you.

“(Y/n),” your mother says softly.

“Yeah?” you respond, looking up to catch her gaze—the kind where it’s steady and soft.

“Never lose yourself if you decide to give your heart to someone. I raised you well enough and no boy should ever make you feel like you’re taking two steps back,” you know she doesn’t say it to spite Hajime, but the message and advice in her words reach you anyway.

“Never in a million years.”

-

You know your mother means well because everything she’s done so far was because it was for your sake. Her credit of being a good mom was well deserved: a full time nurse and a full time mother wasn’t an easy feat but she did it—and not a day goes by where you felt like you had to fight for her time.

And because of that, you knew in your heart that Hajime knew the both of you enough to understand the dynamic you had with her; for that, you were always thankful.

True to Tooru’s words, it only took the both of you six more months of back and forth bickering in your room before you eventually built up enough courage to stand in front of Hajime with your confession written neatly in jet black ink on paper tucked inside the pink envelope Tooru had demanded you to use.

He was quiet, and staring at you long enough for your cheeks to turn as pink as the envelope you were holding that it had you beginning to wrack your brain for excuses to turn and walk in the opposite direction. Only, when you looked up, cheeks flushed and the “Sorry I think I have to be home early to put my fish to sleep,” at the tip of your tongue—you stop because Hajime’s looking at anywhere but you and because his entire face is red.

You still have the envelope awkwardly stretched out towards him so when you move in attempt to retract it, his hands are suddenly clasped over your wrists and he’s looking at you, red face and all, saying, “W-wait—“

The both of you must have been quite the spectacle for the way you’re staring at each other, red faced, and waiting for the other to begin speaking because you could definitely make out Takahiro and Issei’s snorting from some feet away.

“—shit,” Hajime continues and the way he’s still staying silent and going back to avoiding your gaze has you tugging your wrists out of his hold and sheepishly telling him, “Sorry, this is a little awkward isn’t it?”

You’re standing in front of Hajime with your hands holding the letter behind your back and an awkward smile on your face.

“(Y/n), this is really weird—“ he begins and you’re shaking your head automatically at his attempt to soften the blow by waving your arms—and the letter—in front of him saying, “Haji! No! It’s okay you don’t have to say anything, this was a really bad idea—“

“No, I mean—“ he cuts you off then pauses as he’s sifting through the contents of his bag and pulling out a slightly crumpled envelope, the color a disturbingly identical to your own.

You look at Hajime. Hajime looks at you, at his envelope, then towards yours that paused with your hand midair. Issei and Takahiro’s laughter can be heard even louder from the background when Hajime runs his hands over his face and exclaims,

“Oikawa you son of a bitch.”

-

Two years and some months ago, Oikawa Tooru—the self-proclaimed “love guru” between you and Hajime had declared to have pulled off his “greatest plan.”

Apparently, the original plan called for only you to confess to Hajime via the classic love letter—but Issei and Takahiro had thought that the shits and giggles were worth to have both of you confess to each other at the same time instead.

Tooru always retells the story in the fashion where he leaves out Issei and Hiro’s names out of the credits. On the contrary, you and Hajime don’t have in in you to react much.

In the beginning, Hajime the friend held your hand through many of your highs and lows.

From age ten, he’d always make sure to hold your hand when you’re jumping from steps a little too far for your liking. At twelve, he’s holding your hand as he leads you away from the worms that found its way near the picnic blanket. At fifteen, when the two of you accidentally confessed to each other thanks to your friends’ schemes, he held your hand as he pulled you in the direction opposite of Tooru yelling, “Iwa-chan, don’t forget I’m the best wingman!”

Hajime, the boyfriend, had continued to hold your hand as well as share a multitude of your first throughout the years.

Your first date where he’d always let you walk on the correct side of the sidewalk, and make sure to squeeze your hand whenever the two of you would pass by a group of boys who let their stare linger. Your first kiss—a quick peck after a game where he’d rushed to you, lifting you up and planting a kiss on your lips before either of you could even process what was happening.

A reassuring hand on your back in the train ride during rush hour, kisses on your knuckles when he thought no one was around in quiet libraries, and your favorite: the feel of his thumbs tracing idle circles on the back of your hand when you’re watching him review the game you recorded earlier.

You were each other’s first “I love you,” when you’re seventeen, which was said in the hours between the day and night on your walk home down a quiet street you’ve skipped, ran, and biked across countless of times. You heard it break the silence before you said it with your own lips, because the way Hajime said it was like he was just talking about the weather that day.

When the two of you stop in front of your house and Hajime’s facing you, he’s smiling in the way that has you blushing instead of him this time and he’s looping your scarf even snugger around your neck after muttering some comment about how cold it was that day.

“Haji, did you just tell me you love me?” you ask him when he’s zipped up your jacket and you’re peeking at him under the various layers of the scarf he secured around you.

“Yeah, of course, I love you.”

“This is the first time you’re telling me that,” you say with an almost bashful expression and your eyes are cast down so you don’t end up seeing Hajime’s eyes widen at the realization dawning on him.

“(Y/n), shit—“

“I love you too, Haji,” you cut him off and even if the expression in his face is still a little apologetic at the lack of climax of your first exchange of I love yous, he’s holding your hands and pulling you flush against him in an embrace, his proclamation of more “I love yous” fluttering against your ear in warm breaths.

You think about it sometime later when you’re clearing up the plates on the table from dinner and you ask your mom, “how do you know when it’s right to tell someone I love you?” and she looks at you with an expression that says she knows exactly what you’re talking about but humors your attempt at nonchalance as she replies with, “It just slips out as if you’re talking about the weather.”

And the way she says it has the second thoughts just automatically leaving your head. You tell her “I love you,” in the mornings before she leaves for work and you don’t really think about it—not because it’s a passing comment, but because you just simply love her.

The feeling’s there because what you feel in the moment is as genuine as it can get, so when you think about Hajime from seven years ago who blushed red when you shook his hand and the Hajime seven hours ago who told you he loved you like he was talking about the weather—everything dawns on you in the way that feels right. No second thoughts, deep analysis, or euphoric moment.

>> to hajibug:

>> 23:50: i love you

-

In college you decided to pursue music as a career choice. Music was one of the many things you and your mother had bonded over but watching you play in first chair always gave you the best view of her beaming from the audience.

Whenever somebody asked you why you decided to pursue a career in the field as vague and competitive as music—for a long time you fumbled with your words as you struggled to piece together a coherent enough sentence that would make it seem like you were chasing something for a “deeper” reason. Though, the truth is—you just happen to enjoy it.

The way the shoulder rest snapped perfectly in place with the violin, the weight of the bow in your hand, the smell of rosin during practice, the tuning before the concert started before hearing the eventual mess mold together into one harmony—you loved every second of it.

On the final concert of your first year in college, a week before Hajime’s move to California you stood in the orchestra room reading a text from your mother saying that she couldn’t make it this time because of a doctor’s appointment running later than usual.

You still sat in the first chair of the first violins section and even though you would have loved nothing more than to see her smile at you from the crowd—it was in the coda of the final song where  your eye finally catches Hajime watching you from her seat. When the violins put their instruments down in the measures of rests, you glance over to look at Hajime while your toe continued to tap the counts remaining until you’d play again.

You bite back a smile because he looked a little uncomfortable from the high collar of the suit he put on. Tooru’s probably the mastermind, your thoughts chime in as you smile and tuck the violin back in between your chin and shoulder, your rosin covered bow hovering over the E string.

And when the final count of the rests came and went, you could only smile as you see Hajime physically hold his breath as the violins amplified the crescendo of the climax.

-

It was later that night when you finally made it home that you realize that perhaps your favorite part of the song was when you felt the emphasis of the dynamics in the pieces you played.

The moment of absolute silence as the conductor draws everyone’s attention to the tip of the baton.

“(Y/n),” your mother starts and your eyes lock on the slight tremble in her hands.

The seemingly collective sharp breath everyone takes when the tip of the baton begins to signal the final counts until the start. Your fingers pressed on the first note as your bow hovers over the string.

“What’s wrong?” you ask but you let your fingers only ghost on her hands when she holds her silence, refusing to meet your eyes.

Sometimes it begins with a quiet note—and you smile at those because it sounds like a whisper despite it ringing in the auditorium.

“I’m sick,” she says and what she says doesn’t register in your head.

Other times, the first note comes in forte and leaves everyone in a resonating silence while the following notes interlace and begin to tell the story.

“I have cancer, (y/n),” she tells you again, louder this time and her sobs echo so loud in the silence of the house that it suddenly makes you want to throw your hands over your ears.

The conductor is waving the baton; you’re closing your eyes as you mold yourself with the music and focus on nothing but your fingers flying across the fingerboard and making sure the timing of your bow matches the tap of the rhythm set.

“Mom, you’ll be fine right?” comes your assurance in question and she’s not answering because she’s crying harder.

First position to third, then fourth, then something else you don’t quite remember as the pressure from your bow presses harder and harder on the strings to climb with the crescendo the orchestra is rising to.

She looks at you, glassy eyes and trembling lips, then holds your face in between warm hands as she presses her forehead against yours.

Then as the baton drops and the crescendo overflows—the air around the room instantly changes. The shoulders relax and the movement of the bow shift from staccato to legato as the music continues to flow.

“I’m scared to leave you alone,” she finally admits and you finally break down and cry with her because you realize you have no one but each other.

You cry because she’s crying at the thought of leaving you alone when she never cried at all the times your father chose another family over her.

And as the music decrescendos into the whispers of pianissimo, you close your eyes as the gentle sway eventually lulls to a stop.

It’s half past ten and you’re still in your formal wear, but your mom’s fast asleep on the couch. The air from the AC brings you to a light shiver so you shuffle closer and pull the blankets tighter around her frame.

The last note drops and resonates in an almost infinite echo. Your eyes snap back open you feel yourself exhale.

For a moment the auditorium is in silence.

You sit on the floor next to her and listen to the sounds of steady breathing. You could pretend it was just another movie night where she fell asleep on the couch, but the telltale tracks of tears are on her cheeks and you hear her sniffling from time to time so you sigh instead.

Then, the audience erupts in an applause.

In your room, you put your palm over your mouth and begin to cry again.

-

“I love you so much,” is what Hajime said two years down the road when he decided to move to California to finish his studies.

First, he’d made a stop at your home and sat with your mother over breakfast as she wished him well on his new adventure. By the time he was at the door, it was the first time you saw Hajime cry for and with her when she wraps him in a scarf she knitted just for him. You watch softly, as he wraps her in a hug and parts with a promise to always take care of you despite the distance and wishes for her healing.

You’re standing at the border of the gate only Hajime can cross where he’s wrapped you in a hug with his chin resting on your head.

“I love you so much,” he says and you nod your head against his chest. He’s saying it as naturally as he always has and your reply is as immediate and natural when you say, “I love you too, Haji. So much.”

“(Y/n),” he starts when he pulls away from you and looks you in the eye; he’s suddenly serious and you’re afraid.

“If you ever feel like you don’t want to keep doing this, then we can take a break.”

Your brows pinch together as you reply, “Why would I want to break up with you?”

“I’m not saying we will, I just don’t want you to shoulder too much because I know how much you’re hurting right now,” Hajime explains, and his eyes are as genuine as the tone of his voice.

“Haji—“

“I believe in you, though, just—“ he pauses and his eyes soften before he continues, “take things one day at a time and remember that I’m here loving you every day, okay?”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” he finishes and you only nod at his words because the fact that you’re going to miss him really begins to hit you. Hajime’s looking at you in the tender way where you know he knows you’re about to cry because he pulls you in another embrace before kissing the top of your head as he murmurs his parting I love you in the quiet tone only you can hear.

When Hajime crosses the gate and turns the corner, you can’t help but bite your lip to keep from crying. Only a couple more years. You could take it.

-

It’s in the next eight months where you realize that while Iwaizumi Hajime shared your first love—he was also your first heartbreak.

They always said that long distance was difficult and the fact that you and Hajime were even trying was commendable enough. But that was the problem—commendable sounded like you were in the relationship for the sake of a prize. Like you were suffering through the now for a prize. Like the good part was only a one-time thing reserved at the end.

It felt wrong, and looking back at it now—perhaps that’s where the downfall began.

As time passed, your mom’s illness worsened. Cancer was ugly and it let itself be known in as many ways as it could. Time and time again, you’d watch her hair fall in strands, then clumps, until she eventually decided to shave it off for good. She smiled at you and you don’t hear her tell you, “It’s okay,” over the buzz of the razor. You don’t think you have the heart to listen to the quiver of her voice that you know is present with her words, so you suppose the loud buzz worked out in the end.

What broke your heart the most was seeing her excitement when her hair grew back after a pause in her treatment—only for her to sit down and tell you that she’s “okay” when you’re shaving off sections of her hair again.

You didn’t let her see you cry because you wanted to be as strong as she was in this; because you knew the both of you broke down within enclosed walls away from each other. Though every time you were face to face—the front was always back up. And the front was flawless; like the edges of a chipped sword finally smoothened back into a blade. But at the same time, flawed; because like the sword—the sharpness always kills.

It was unconventional, but it worked. The momentary sigh of relief was still moments of relief at the end of the day.

Hajime, on the other hand thought differently though. The second you’d answer his call request on particularly off days, he’d tell you to cry. And you would; fat drops of tears rolling down almost as soon as he finished his sentence.

Then only a year of loving each other through a computer screen passed before you realized he became your pillar at the same time you began hardening.

“Never lose yourself in the pursuit of someone or something,” are the words from your mother you consciously make an effort to tell yourself everyday even as you sit in with your phone in hand waiting for the call Hajime promised you early this morning.

And you’re well aware you’ve developed an unhealthy habit as you’re lying in bed, fighting sleep with the time on the clock nearing 4am still waiting for Hajime’s call. It wasn’t the first time he missed a promised phone call—and you weren’t mad because you understand that he has as much of a schedule as you do and that time difference was a wedge the two of  you needed to work with.

But still, you think, then sigh when you put your arm over your eyes as the clock clicks to 04:07AM beside you, this fucking sucks.

You know Hajime will text you an apology when it’s seven am for you and late at night for him, but you put your phone’s ringer on silent to convince yourself that you’re fine and you’re not dependent on his presence at all. That you’re handling yourself just fine and that the anxiety you have every time your mother comes back home from a checkup is something you can deal with by yourself.  

You shut your eyes when the dull ache in your chest begins to grow sharper as your thoughts shift from school, to your mom’s illness, to Hajime, and to the fact that you want to cry at the heaviness of everything.

And the frustration is eating you alive because you hate feeling this helpless. Not when your mother taught you nothing but how to be strong your whole life. Not when all you should know is how to stand on your own two feet despite whatever the situation life throws at you.

So when the morning comes and you wake up to a plethora of Hajime’s missed calls and frantic texts asking if you’re okay—you text him an assurance that you’re fine and that he shouldn’t worry about it.

You face the day with everything you feel pushed to the back of your mind. You face the mirror and tell yourself that you’re fine.

-

Hanamaki’s a good friend, and a lot smarter than you give him credit for.

It didn’t fly past him when you left for phone on silent or chose to spend your break with him or Mattsun when you usually would utilize that time for Hajime. But at the same time, he noticed you spacing out in conversations a little more than usual, reject any plans they invited you in, and his least favorite—see you break down in the practice room when you thought no one was around.

Neither he nor Issei chose to tell Hajime or you about it; he could never understand what you were going through—but he understood that the way someone heals differs from person to person.

It took about a few more months of Hajime’s schedule piling up and your silent breakdowns for the both of you to finally snap and confront one another.

It started with Hajime telling you a round of an apology, “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll call you on time—I just,”

“—shit everything’s just crazy. I’m sorry, babe.”

Then you nod and absent mindedly twirl one strand of your hand as you force his apology in one ear and out the other. You were fine. You’re handling things well. You didn’t need Hajime as a support system, so you reply, “It’s fine. I got this.”

And you like to think it was going well, but he asks, “How’s your mom doing?” and your hands are suddenly gripping the edge of the table (where you know he can’t see) tight. You didn’t tell him that she cried from the results when she came home earlier and waved you off when you stood up to help her balance herself. That thirty minutes ago you could hear her yell at your father over the phone about something she didn’t tell you about and that at the moment, you’re thankful for the way your fingers were digging into your skin because it’s helping you re shift your focus into anything but what was going on.

Hajime’s not looking at you because he’s looking at the report he was typing on his laptop instead. So first, you hype yourself up by thinking about how you don’t need anyone to push you through things and that how you’re handling yourself and the situation was more than fine, then, you answer,

“She’s okay, too.”

You try to ignore how gritty it sounded; Hajime doesn’t seem to notice either.

You’re quiet after that and Hajime must have thought it was odd because he pauses his work to look at you and ask, “Are you okay?”

And he says it with such a gentle tone that you suddenly want to crumble and tell him about the heaviness that hasn’t left you since the day your mom began slipping. But a knock from Hajime’s door and a distant call of his name snaps you out of those thoughts. Hajime, on the other hand, ignores them and asks you the question again, which you wave off this time with a quick, “It’s okay you can call me when you’re done.”

He’s hesitant when he leaves and he shoots you a text seconds after his face leaves the screen but you don’t reply; you spend the rest of the night with your face pressed against the pillow while you will yourself to believe that you, alone, have everything under control.

And, really, you should have left it to end like that.

But you don’t; because when morning comes and you wake up feeling heavy, you’re left in a haze where everything feels muddled. And the feeling of screaming hits you so fast and so hard that the dam just breaks.

It’s seven am and you’re crying for reasons you can’t find a starting point to. The kind of cry where every heave hurts and makes you ball your fists because of an unsourced anger. It’s disorienting and frustrating because you’re not mad at specifically anything—but at the same time, everything feels like its swallowing you whole again. You wish you could blank out like the time she told you she was sick—even if it meant moving through your day hyper aware of your movements. But you can’t, because it’s one of those days where the heaviness just sits on your chest and forces you to face the fact that it hurts.

And you always say “it” because you don’t know where to begin. Because you never began; never sat down and looked at your reflection in the eye and asked yourself, “what was wrong?”

Because you’re fine.

Everything’s fine.

It’s still fine because when your phone is ringing, you answer with a fresh face and a smooth, hello.

Hajime greets you like usual, but then settles into a background that isn’t.

You don’t really care.

He asks you how you’ve slept, and you nod once as a reply. He’s chuckling and says something about you looking cute cuddled up in bed, still half asleep so you nod again to go along with his story. Underneath the sheets, you’re fisting the blankets as you count each breath you’ve inhaled and exhaled as Hajime begins to talk about his day.

Then someone, who you can’t recall you know, sits next to him with an arm casually draped over his shoulder and pushes her face near his as she waves a hello. Usually, you’re not much of the jealous type so something like that shouldn’t even be a red flag for you. Hajime was a friendly person all around, and time and time again he’s explained how different the American culture was from home.

Given that fact, on a normal situation it would have been fine. Understandable, even.

But before you could even begin smooth your thoughts back to rationality, you explode. Hajime’s facing away from you in a conversation where he can’t see, so you suppose that could have been a good thing.

Then, your anger comes out.

First, it trickles; you stay silent and opt to stare at him, seething when he finally begins a conversation. Hajime’s eyebrows shoot up just like that and he bids his friend a quick goodbye before rushing into an empty room.

Second, it pools. You tell him a series of things you don’t even think makes sense, but from the way his face morphs into a grimace—it wouldn’t take much to conclude that what you said was something ugly.

Third, you’re wading in waist deep. You’re sitting up and pointing at him, bringing up a photo you saw of him with his arms hung over someone’s shoulder. A classmate, you concluded last week; a lover, you accuse him of having in the moment.

Fourth, Hajime rushes to keep you from going in further. He doesn’t feed into your anger and instead tells you to take a deep breath before talking to him. And for a second, you relent and listen. He explains that she’s a classmate from his biology class and that you’re just overreacting over something that shouldn’t even be an issue.

Fifth, comes the struggle. Your anger flares at his words and everything you’ve felt and pushed underwater suddenly bobs to the surface. Hajime wasn’t at fault, and you know that, but he’s huffing in a way that tells you he’s inches past exhausted and it does nothing to quell your outburst.

“Maybe what you should do is listen to yourself and calm the fuck down,” is what he tells you as you flinch at his tone.

“Well, I’m sorry, for just wanting to talk to you Hajime,” is what you say as retaliation. Hajime’s hand that instantly flies up to soothe his temple doesn’t fly past you.

“We are talking, (y/n). Why are you trying to make me apologize for something I didn’t even do?”

“Why can’t you understand my point? This is exhausting, Hajime.”

“I told you from the beginning. If you didn’t want to keep doing this then we stop,” he retorts, anger steadily rising.

“You’re making it sound like you’re the one wanting to stop this,” you bite back.

“I don’t. But it’s like every time we talk nowadays it’s like you’re being too much, this doesn’t seem like you anymore,” Hajime finishes.

And as the silence settles, everything clicks. You’ve been too dependent, and he feels the same way. He’s right, this isn’t you at all. You shouldn’t need to cling to him to for crumbs of healing; because you’re more than fine.

Have been more than fine, really; so you blank and reply, “You’re right, sorry about that.”

He looks at you, confused, before the silence envelops the two of you again. You allow it to stay this time.

“Maybe we should take a break, (y/n). Just some time to cool off; I feel like we’re just too overloaded right now.”

“We should,” you reply, expression unfazed as you cut the call.

The sixth, is where you allow the anger to stay instead of recede. Your mother asks you how you’re feeling and you’re quick to answer that you’re okay.

Hajime doesn’t text you until an hour later, wanting to talk. You set your phone to silent.

“What made you decide to not get back together with dad?” you ask her when she’s quiet in front of you. Your mother looks at you for a while before she pieces the red eyes and silent phone together, then tells you, “I loved myself more.”

You nod, conflicted. Her eyes were as red as yours and you heard her weeping his name just the night before and she knows you’re aware. Your phone vibrates on the table again and you miss the way her eyes flicker to the device momentarily before focusing them back at you.

Both of you know, but neither of you ask.

“Never lose yourself, right?” you say quietly and she gives you a solid nod as she pours you a cup of coffee.

You never really liked coffee; then again, you never really liked the reality either.

But you take the mug and gulp in the bitterness anyway.

Then finally, the seventh is where you succumb under its waves. Hajime calls you later that night and you answer, expression honed into an almost natural state of indifference. He looks a little worse than you, but you ignore that.

“Is this it?” he asks and you nod curtly once, your fingernails already digging into your palms under the table.

“Are we going to hate each other?” Hajime asks you again and you sigh.

“I don’t have it in me to ever hate you, Haji,” you answer, truthfully and he gives you a halfhearted smile.

“I love you,” he says like he’s just talking about the weather, and stays on the line for a few seconds more before he eventually takes your silence as a response.

“I love you, too,” is what almost comes out of your mouth like second nature, but you bite your tongue anyway.  

He can’t hurt you first this way.

-

Sakusa Kiyoomi didn’t really root himself in your life until nine months after your break up with Hajime. Graduation came and went like the unfurling of a leaf, and before you knew it, you’re suddenly in the real world.

Before that, you only knew him as the first chair cellist who you always accidentally locked eyes with in every concert you managed to snag the first chair spot in the first violin’s section.

Bumping into him during morning practice first led to string quartets, then duets during concerts, shared practice rooms—until eventually, he asked you out on a date.

He inserted the question in the conversation so naturally, too. After putting away the music stands, then shoving (in contrast to him neatly arranging) the sheet music into your folder—you were halfway done with loosening your bow when he asked, “Do you wanna get dinner later?” out of the blue.

To others who may have listened in to the conversation, it sounded like a natural invitation between friends, and Kiyoomi must have realized that because he was quick to face you after zipping up the case of his cello, and add, “—I meant dinner with me.”

You were still holding your bow and staring at him stare at you, so he filled the silence with, “Like a date. I’m asking you out on a date, (y/n).”

The two of you never really initiated anything outside the relationship between music partners, and the occasional friendly outing—but it had always been with others. Looking at him, you admit Sakusa Kiyoomi was a man who mastered hygiene. Which was always a bonus in your book. But you think back to Hajime for a second, then click your tongue quietly because you realize you shouldn’t be thinking about him when someone else was asking you out.

But you sigh and still offer him a smile when you reply, “Sorry I gotta watch my mom tonight. She’s not feeling well.”

Kiyoomi nods, and his eyebrows shoot up like he remembered something. “I heard your mom was sick? I’m sorry if I’m prying.”

You nod sharply once before internally groaning then thinking about how to steer the conversation away from the oncoming “I’m sorrys”, “It must be so tough,” or any sympathetic comments of the like.

But Kiyoomi only nods in understanding, briefly turning back to loop his arms through the case, then looking back at you again saying, “Ah. Understandable. My grandmother had cancer and my mom made her this soup that helped with the aching; I can give you the recipe for it.”

Your eyes shoot up at his response and the rehearsed response of, “I have no choice but to be tough for her. It’s okay, though,” dies in your mouth so you close it again and only nod a yes.

Kiyoomi turns to open the door once you had your own violin set inside and stands by the opening of the door to let you out first. You smile; he was mostly reserved, but still a gentleman.

“(Y/n),” he begins when the two of you walk side by side in the quiet morning hallway. “I know you don’t want to hear the pity comments, but I just wanna put it out there that you’re doing well.”

Your steps halt with his when you reach the end of the hallway where the flooring splits into two different directions but you face him, the thrumming of your heart feeling making you a little more choked up than you expected and tell him an honest thank you.

He lifts his right hand as a goodbye while he shoves the other in his pocket after he settles his mask in place, then turns to walk on the opposite direction.

“Sakusa-san!” you call out and he stops a few meters in front of you to turn back in your direction again.

“Dinner!” you call out again, “this weekend!”

You know your cheeks are a little more red than you would have liked and you’re more than aware of how white your knuckles must be from grasping the straps of your case, but you ignore that and add anyway, “As a date.”

The mask covering the lower half of his face obscures the expression he has but you notice the miniscule crinkle on the corner of his eyes when he laughs and replies, “Can you say that a little louder? I can’t hear.”

You huff and action to turn around because the heat on your face was getting a little too uncomfortable, but you hear him say, “It’s a date!” so you nod awkwardly in confirmation before turning your back and walking the opposite way.

You can imagine the look he has on his face and just how much amusement he’s gotten from the interaction but before you walk too far you hear, “Just call me Kiyoomi,” from him behind you.

You smile and feel as if you’re flipping into the first page of a new chapter.

-

In contrast to the push and pull energy you felt with Hajime, after almost being in a relationship with Kiyoomi for a year, things felt easy.

Communication between the two of you didn’t feel like unraveling codes; plus, being in the same department also meant your schedules mostly linked up. Though, personally, your favorite part was that he was never too pushy with the things you wanted to deal with alone.

He knew not to pry when you walked in the practice hall with bags under your eyes holding a cup of coffee you swore to heaven and back you detested drinking; you always saw a parcel of your comfort snack with a note laid beside your violin case in the locker room, though.

And when he ate dinner at your house, he also kept his comments to himself and never let his eyes wander to the amount of pills you had to help your mother count out when the little alarm in your phone rang. Then again, you never needed to question his intentions when he showed up the next day with a thermos filled with the soup your mom said she enjoyed once as a passing comment.

He’s always been one to remember the smaller details.

Along with preferring to stay in his personal space, Kiyoomi wasn’t one to smile too bashfully, but you can’t help but notice that when she laid her hands on his as a thank you and asked him to take care of you—the smile that graced his face looked warm.

She said that Kiyoomi seemed like a nice boy, and you agreed instantly—because he is.

He never pushed past the boundary you kept around yourself despite entering into a new relationship. There was a mutual air of respect—and neither of you expressed the desire to breech it.

Being with Kiyoomi felt as natural and in order to the flow as it does when your hands move to automatically loosen your bow when it came to packing up, or beginning with the A string when the conductor motioned for you to begin tuning.

You liked to think you fit quite well together. Like the duet that an audience listens to and clap at as if they were the whole orchestra. Like the blend of the high and low notes written on a score that collides in perfect harmony.

And it feels like it too.

Every time you’re seated across each other on the stage and you’re staring straight at one another to climb with the crescendo then descend into silence—you know that your heart, along with his, are beating in the same rhythm, with the same frequency. You’ve always found that break from the real world when you picked up an instrument and you’re glad that Kiyoomi’s the one you’re entering into that dimension with.

The ten minutes on stage feels timeless. The rush from the music still resonates in an infinite echo—your fingers twitching, craving, to fly across the notes in an encore. You’re smiling because when you stare at him—he’s smiling too. Unabashed and sparkling where you have no doubt in your mind that even without the stage lights he’d gleam the same.

And even as the crowd’s still cheering as you stand hand in hand and bow next to each other, you don’t hear anything. When reality begins to trickle into your senses and the rush of intoxication wears off, you let your smile mellow into a soft curve. You face the front row and look at the seat that’s a little towards the left and try not to notice your mother’s absence. You know she was admitted to the hospital three weeks ago and she hasn’t been doing too well. Kiyoomi squeezes your hand and whispers a, “you did well,” which you nod at.

He’s still smiling even as you exit the stage and pack up your instruments so you decide not to tell him that the boy sitting in that specific seat reminded you of Hajime.

-

Hajime, on the other hand became the contact on your inbox that got pushed down further and further when the holidays passed. You meant it when you said that you could never hate him—because you know you never really could.

He still showed up on your Instagram feed posting photos about his weekend road trips to Malibu or the spontaneous trips to Vegas his new friends looped him into—and you were happy to see him glowing. More times than not, your finger would hover over the like or send button to the comment you always end up deleting and you know it shouldn’t be that way. But reality reminds you that it is.

Your reality reminds you that Iwaizumi Hajime is someone who was witness to your growth and decline and that he was someone you chose to leave in the past.

But at the same time, his passing hellos were never left unheard. Kiyoomi knew, and like always, respected that. You would think this is the part where he should be reacting a little more aggressively, but you knew him to be above petty actions. He was secure, and he let that security be known in the grip of his hand that remained steady against yours when either Hanamaki’s or Issei’s eyes would stare a bit too long. They too, let their hesitations be known when you first introduced Kiyoomi to the both of them.

Issei opened his mouth with what looked to be the beginnings of a retaliation, but Hanamaki cut him off swiftly with a resounding, “We’re happy for you,” that promptly ended the conversation at that.

Then again, it didn’t change the fact that it was after that night where Hajime’s texts to you eventually dwindled to the seasonal greetings.

You tell yourself you don’t mind.

Because you don’t.

Because you’re fine.

-

Your mother isn’t fine.

Even though she’s been hospitalized for the past four weeks now, the past week has been specifically the most difficult. In and out of consciousness where different tubes were stuck and different needles prodded at her skin every day. It killed you because the second you heard her cry from when she thought you were still asleep rang in your ears over and over again throughout the day that resulted in you missing rehearsals for that entire week.

Kiyoomi drops by after school along with Hanamaki and Issei to check up on the both of you, but eventually leave when visiting hours end.

Kiyoomi usually stays a while longer, though; sitting outside the hospital parking lot and talking over a cup of coffee became a temporary permanent for the both of you during those weeks.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, then scoots closer to you on the bench when you exhale a sigh and lean forward. When your elbows settle into a rest on your thighs, you turn to him, offering a smile. It looked more like a sad quirk of the lip but Kiyoomi must have appreciated it more than he let on because his posture relaxes with you as he exhales.

“It’s weird, Omi,” you begin. “I mean she’s been at the hospital for treatments and checkups before but this is weird.”

Beside you, he stays quiet, and despite the distant noise of traffic in the background your voice sounds a little more amplified than you would have liked. None the less, you continued, “I’ve always known she hasn’t been fine but the past week just happened so fast.”

Puffing out another breath, you watch as it leaves you in a cloud before bringing the rim of the coffee cup to your lips. You don’t take a sip. Coffee was never your favorite anyway.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks you and turns his body completely to face you.

You think about it, then sigh. You don’t; at least, not yet.

“It’s okay, she’s strong,” you tell him and raise your cup as you shoot him another smile.

“So are you,” he offers as a reply, then knocks his cup against yours softly, chuckling when your face grimaces at the taste.

“Why do you always order coffee when you hate it?” he asks as he watches you take another sip.

You laugh, then scoot closer to lean your head on his shoulder. “It’s just practical,” you answer. “It helps me stay up so even if I’d rather get the peach tea, I know that one will knock me out within an hour from all the sugar.”

Kiyoomi laughs at your reply before looping his arm through yours and threading your fingers together.

“You can loosen up time to time, you know,” he tells you and you smile a smile that strains both the muscles on your face and feeling in your chest.

“I wish I could,” you answer.

-

“Are you happy?” your mother asks you later that night.

The question catches you off guard and you take a seat on her bed next to her. You don’t look at each other and instead look at the wall that’s in front of you, so, tentatively, you reply, “Of course I am.”

And she’s quiet after that so you return her silence and continue to sit next to her.

The clock hanging above the door of her hospital room ticks slowly and for a while you’re comfortable. At this point you aren’t sure whether you wanted time to move faster or slower—because you knew the moments you spend with her are granted through borrowed time.

Time that’s borrowed from the prayers you kneel and voice out every night, the needles and tubes that poke and prod at her skin every day, and from the pills you help count out every time your alarm rings.

She began slipping the minute she told you she was sick—and along the years you knew she let herself slide along the current more carelessly every time she told you she was tired.

You’re looking at her when she touches your hand and you try not to flinch at how cold her skin’s gotten. She’s smiling when you face her and it makes you inhale in a way that hurts because the look on her face practically just tells you she’s tired.

But like the two of you had always done: you stay silent and mirror your smiles instead.

“I’m proud of you,” she says and your heart breaks as you will yourself to not cry. It occurs to you that she isn’t crying when she says it because her voice is resolute as it is soft. You want to ask her why she’s proud of you but you don’t because you realize when this becomes a memory you just want to leave it at that.

You want to leave it as a moment where a mother is telling a child that she’s proud of her.

So instead, you ask her, “Are you coming to see the concert with me and Kiyoomi in a few weeks?” just to make sure. That she’s still there; that she will still be there.

Her silence is your answer before she’s reaching out between the two of you and squeezing your hands instead.

-

On a Tuesday morning the next week she passes away at 3:08 PM with her eyes closed and face serene. The nurses tell you she opened her eyes to look at the world once more before she closed them and exhaled her last breath.

She was probably looking for you, they mean to say, but you bow your head in thanks when the medical staff offer their heartfelt condolence. You aren’t sure if you wanted to see her close her eyes for her last breath, but at the same time—you wonder if that thought was too selfish on your part.

When you’re in the car in the parking lot of the hospital grounds, you smell her perfume—lilac, so you close your eyes and tell her soul rest easy and I love you.

You text Kiyoomi to meet you in the practice room to go over the score once more after you gave yourself a few more moments to pull yourself together.

He texts you back with an, “are you sure?” so you sigh because he must have already realized what happened. Your fingers hover over the keypad of your phone as you think of an excuse to cancel plans last minute but Kiyoomi’s contact photo on your phone interrupts your thoughts in a call.

Despite your hesitation, your finger press the green to answer the call almost immediately.

“(Y/n?)”

“Hey,” you respond.

“Want me to come get you?” Kiyoomi asks and you notice how much softer his tone is.

“I can still drive, it’s okay—“

“—Are you okay?” he cuts you off and you nod your head frantically. It felt too automatic, and that thought didn’t fly by you, so you sigh.

Kiyoomi notices your silence over the line but he stays and for that you’re grateful. He isn’t really pushing you and you feel a sense of gratitude again because you don’t exactly know what to say either.

Before you could reassure him that you’re in a sense, “okay,” his voice breaks the silence over the line again.

“No one else is here, so I’ll wait for you if you’re coming.”

The smile that breaks on your face is one of relief, or at least you think it is, because your eyes are stinging and you hear yourself sniffle when you tell him a quiet okay, and thank you.

“I love you,” is what you think you hear Kiyoomi say as you cut the call and put the car in reverse.

-

“Sakusa Kiyoomi present here?” you call out with a slight chuckle as you push open the door and peek in the room.

His head snaps towards you immediately so you offer him a sheepish smile at best when you finally arrive in front of him. Kiyoomi’s eyes are softening in the way that has your heart constricting automatically so you cast your gaze down and immediately fidget with the zipper on your violin case. The steps he takes are heavy and audible in the wooden flooring so your heart hammers even more when you hear him cross the distance between the two of you.

“(Y/n),” he starts and you look up when his hands are on your shoulder. They feel warm, you think, much like the look you see in his eyes when he steadies his gaze towards you.

Kiyoomi joins you in your silence when you choose to remain in it and respond to him by only stitching on another smile. The palm of his hand is still warm on your shoulder but you try to focus on anything but the waves of his sympathy and presence because you know the second you step back in reality, you’ll break—again.

So when his hand squeezes your shoulder and he parts his lips to say the condolence you don’t know when you’re ever going to be ready for, you cut him off.

“Please don’t,” you tell him, and it’s said with a tone that’s clipped tight and with lips pulled into a straight smile—the kind where you can already feel the edges crack with every second that passes.

Kiyoomi sighs and stares at you, but backs down when he feels your body tense.

“I’m right here,” he reassures, as you cast your gaze to the side when you feel the sting in your eyes threaten to overpower you.  

“I know,” you reply and with that he turns and takes his seat again.

The two of you are facing each other when you have your fingers on your respective positions and bow hovered over the string. The metronome in the background ticks and you close your eyes desperate to slip out and slip in to focus. The disconnection almost happens automatically because as soon as you hear yourself verbally count to start, your hand with the bow twitches and—

“(Y/n),” Kiyoomi cuts off and your movements automatically halt. The tone of his voice is solid and just like that you feel yourself begin to crumble; still, you try to harden, anyway.

“What’s up?” you say and open your eyes to look at him. The cello you thought was resting between his legs is set down next to his chair and his bow is on the music stand; he looks at you—intention transparent at this point.

“I love you,” he says. “Please talk to me—“he pleads, but you cut him off.

“Omi,” you begin. “I know what you want to tell me and I know you mean well, because you always do. But please—“you pause and look at him with as much intensity as you could muster before continuing, “—let me pretend like today is just a day where we’re practicing for the concert she could have finally gone to.”

Across you, his body leans forward before eventually halting at the sight of you tightening your grip on your bow.

“Just let me pretend this is a normal practice and I’ll be home later with someone still waiting inside the house,” you continue, volume rising but resolve shaking.

“Please,” you finish before tucking the violin back between your chin and shoulder and raising your bow to signal the start. Kiyoomi relents with a sigh and picks up his cello and bow before looking at you.

“Ready?” he asks when his bow is positioned above the string.

“Always am,” you reply and close your eyes as you slip back in focus and feel the bow glide into the first note.

The first note is an A, so you place your fourth finger on the D string and slip into your empty realm with a vibrato.

A memory flashes; you’re in the sixth grade again. It’s September, and you finally make it home with your new violin case in hand. Your mom comes home from work and smiles at you as you point at the strings and name them in the order your orchestra teacher had you memorize earlier.

“This one’s the A string,” you say and you see her smile like she’s proud of you.

The next note makes you climb to the third position, and you could recall that the dynamic changes around this measure, so along with Kiyoomi you’re pressing a little harder.

“We learned the third position today!” you hear your own voice say. It’s your second year playing and you’ve made it to the honors orchestra. Your mom sits in the living room, watching you with a twinkle in her eye that tells you she’s more than proud as you show her the arpeggio practice you learned earlier that day.

The next few notes fly across the fingerboard as the familiar crescendo builds. The depth of Kiyoomi’s strings blends with the octave you’re playing at as you feel yourself being swallowed and wading in your thoughts deeper and deeper until—

You stop.

Because with your eyes still closed, you suddenly see her from the night before. Your mother with the glimmering eyes and fragile hands, wearing the red beanie she said was her favorite ever since her hair fell out. And your eyes are still closed when you hear her tell you that she’s proud of you, her voice bringing you back to that night where you wanted to do nothing more but let your defenses down.

So involuntarily you do; your eyes are still closed when you begin to weep, but you can hear movement from the background before you eventually hear Kiyoomi call, “(Y/n),”

“I’m sorry,” you say and frantically wipe away at the tears and cough out the cries threatening to overflow and spill.

“(Y/n),” Kiyoomi says again and you look up.

His chair is turned so that he sits facing away from you. Your forehead scrunches with the peculiarity.

“Kiyo-“

“Just let it out,” he says then picks up his cello and continues playing from the measure you stopped at.

Then you do.

Like a thread snapping, a cry rips its way out of your throat as you finally, finally allow yourself to feel the heaviness that’s long settled in your chest. Your violin along with your bow set on the floor as you crouch down and press the heels of your palms against your eyes.

It hurts, you realize, when every time you close your eyes you still see her. You still hear her tell you her goodnight stories, affirmations, and reassurances.

It hurts, because you’re tired. Tired of living in the world trying to be the adult you know you aren’t just yet. You’re tired of going home and smiling with her when you could tell the reason why she has tear tracks on her cheeks was because of the call with your father you overheard from the night before.

Because you’re angry, you think. You’re angry at her illness. At your father for leaving and giving the weight of being a parent and provider at the same time. At the fact that neither of you were ever vulnerable enough to even cry in front of each other, and angry at yourself for never having the courage to tell her that it’s okay.

Because all this time you’re been struggling. Struggling to try to always be an adult when you never closed the chapter of your childhood. That you’ve always struggled to push past every affirmation that you’re okay and every single one of those moments were just bouts of false confidence. And it’s exhausting to put up a front to your own reflection.

Even when nothing has really been okay. You’re hurting even more when you realize that so you clutch your chest and cry harder.

This must be the consequence of pride, is the thought that comes to your head. You could build the strongest walls and wrap yourself in the most intricate barriers just to act tough but in time, you will break.

Like now; you’re sobbing into your palms for the years’ worth of pain you let pride push away while Kiyoomi is climbing even higher than the strongest dynamic you know the piece calls for.

You know he wants to let you know that it’s okay, and that you’re safe. His message resonates in pure clarity as he pushes on the strings harder and harder to swallow the sounds of your cries.

His back remains turned as you look at him, still crying, while your thanks bubbles out as incoherent as your cries.

It hurts, because you the only person you’ve cradled in your hands to heavens far higher than the ones you’ve known is gone.  

You’re still crying and the pain in your chest is still stinging much like the pain from a reopened wound does, but you let him come to you as he lets you come to him in an embrace.

“Let it out,” he murmurs in your hair as you wrap your hands around his middle and cry into the fabric of his shirt. He’s probably a little uncomfortable at you sniffling right into his shirt, but the way his hands are rubbing circles on your back reassures you otherwise.

“You’re okay,” Kiyoomi says again and you cry harder because you want to believe him.

Five missed calls and seven texts messages all coming from Hajime lays unopened on your phone at 6:17PM.

-

“She asked me if I was happy,” is what you tell Kiyoomi as the two of you stand side by side peering over her casket some days later.

“Are you?” he asks and you smile at him in a way that tells him that at the moment you’re not.

“Will you be happy?” comes the question after that and you shrug.

The lines on her face are like always, and the mole between her brows look the same. Your mother lays still in the casket, cheeks pink from the blush they put on her and lips red. You think your mother’s friends told the funeral workers to paint them her usual color, so you’re thankful for that. She looks like she’s just asleep—and you don’t know how to feel.

You want to reach out and hold her hand but you know the skin will be stiff and cold; you don’t want to remember her touch like that.

To you, she’s still alive.

She always will be alive.

Kiyoomi’s hand grasps yours in a way that’s as gentle as his presence has always been. When you look up then right to meet his eyes: looking like warmth despite the depth that it has words rolling out of your lips before you could comprehend the situation.

“I will be.”

Kiyoomi smiles and you look back down without bothering to further explain your answer.

You know he always believes you. The sentiment is one you appreciate, but at the same time, you’re not sure if you even believe yourself at the moment. You have to be strong, you think.

And just like that your defenses climb back up.

-

Takahiro along with Issei make it to the funeral along with Tooru and Hajime skyping in from overseas. It wasn’t as awkward like you expected it to be, and you’re glad.

Tooru’s crying along with Hajime and the rest of you as you watch her return to the opened earth.

You’ve dried your tears by the time you face Tooru and Hajime on the laptop screen, the grief on their faces similar to the one on yours.

“(Y/n),” Hajime starts, and you nod, waiting for him to continue. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m okay,” you respond, gaze focused to the left side of the screen—Tooru’s side.

Even though all you could see was Tooru’s expression on the screen tearing up with yours, you ignore the telltale scrunch of Hajime’s forehead where you know confirms his disbelief over your words.

“I’m coming home next week. Got a job offer there,” Hajime’s voice cuts again and before you could respond Tooru’s voice thrums over the speaker as you feel Kiyoomi’s hand settle on your shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks you when you look up at him. Nodding your head, you shoot him a smile before turning back to the screen, one hand resting on top of Kiyoomi’s.

“This is Kiyoomi,” you introduce and feel yourself unintentionally holding in a breath as you sit and watch for Hajime’s reaction. He’s quiet; eyes steeled over and form rigid. Probably just a trick of the camera, you tell yourself, so you open your mouth hoping to find an excuse and end the call early but Tooru’s voice overlaps yours for the second time that day.

“Ahh! The boyfriend?” He asks and you smile as you see him leaning closer to his laptop’s camera. You had to hand it to him; you know that look. Tooru was someone who could craft a mask and uphold it for as long as he needs and every time it was flawless.

Which was why when Kiyoomi bows his head in a greeting and greets, “It’s nice to meet you,” in the tone he used with your mother, you know he hadn’t caught on to the fact that he was facing a façade.

“Likewise,” Hajime’s voice cuts through and you try to not shiver at the intensity of it.

“Let’s catch up when I get home?” he says again; this time, softer and you nod before you could think of a response.

“Take care,” is the last thing you hear from him before the camera on his side of the screen blinks back to black and Tooru’s face magnified and centered.

“He’s finally coming home, (y/n)-chan,” Tooru smiles and at the sincerity of his voice you smile along with him.

“He finally is.”

-

Hajime had always been, and always will be your first love. You found yourself choked up the second you see him wave at you from the arrival’s gate and you swore in that moment hugging him felt like coming home.

Which was because of nostalgia, you told yourself. There had been so many firsts and memories shared with him that you know just because you moved forward with your life—that didn’t mean you’d buried what you had with him in the past.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi?” he asks when you’ve settled in the grass next to your mother’s tombstone with him across you.

“Yeah, he actually played for Itachiyama back in high school,” you say.

“Volleyball player turned classical musician?” he asks and you nod with a resonating yup, your hand trailing down to the grass to pick on the blades aimlessly.

“He made it to nationals too,” you comment.

“Are you trying to just rub it in?” he asks and tosses some ripped grass your way. You move to the side and stick your tongue out at him which he laughs at. Hajime’s laugh reminds you of the summer afternoons in your childhood home where you’d chase cicadas and write memories in polaroids and you’re suddenly feeling nostalgic.

“Nah,” you say and smile as you look up at him. He’s facing his right and letting his eyes glaze over the gold paint of your mother’s name on the cement.

“I miss her,” Hajime whispers and you nod, your heart squeezing.

“I do too,” you reply and when he looks at you and meets your eyes, you catch yourself smiling because he has tears threatening to spill over the waterline too. “Every day,” you continue.

“You’re making me cry,” Hajime huffs and leans back facing the front after he wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Your fault for still being soft,” you laugh. Unlike you, he’s always been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” Hajime begins after the moments of recollection passes. You look at him and smile, not really sure whether you even have the desire to push through with the conversation or not. “Why are you even sorry?” is what you want to ask him, but you hear yourself say, “it’s okay, Haji,” instead.

“We could have made it,” he says again, his voice cracking as he looks at you.

“Could have,” you repeat and offer him a halfhearted smile at best.

“Do you regret us?” Hajime asks and he seems hesitant with his answer; like he doesn’t want to know your answer. You shake your head no as soon as you meet his eyes and reach your hands out in the space between you.

“Never,” you say and squeeze his hands when he takes yours into his own.

“You’re going to make me cry, again. Shit,” he laughs and this time, you laugh along with him.

The afternoon, despite the September air feels warm. Almost like the summer afternoons back home. So when you close your eyes, you let your defenses down as you imagine sitting in the garden: the one with the yellow and pink flowers, shouting promises in the air with Hajime and Tooru as the three of you let the wonder of childhood guide your idea of reality.

You decide that for just a while longer, you’ll keep those same defenses down as you feel Hajime pull you to stand up with him and face the open field behind the cross of her name.

“Wanna see if we can find cicadas?” he grins and you laugh, replying, “What are we, twelve?” as you follow him and break out into a run anyway.

It was in that afternoon that you realize, Hajime’s always felt like home. His presence always meant that your thoughts jumped back to the days where you watched his hair spike and grow like flowers from a garden blooming and wilting. To the days where talks of the future were shared over a dinner rolls and laughter. To the days where telling someone “I love you,” felt as natural as if you were just talking about the weather.

Hajime reminded you of losing yourself in the kind of love that felt unabashed and boundless. Like running on fields where the sun remained in the golden hour indefinitely. He was the first love you’ve cradled with a heart that was still a stranger to the ways of the reality.

“Are you happy?” he asks you when the sun above breathes the beginnings of a goodbye. You recognize the question your mother asked you before she passed and in that moment you close your eyes and envision yourself in a different year.  

“I am,” you whisper back earnestly and your heart flutters with every corner of the wall that crumbles down as you stare back at him.

He looks at you like he wants to ask a question but the thought of Kiyoomi flashes in your mind. Your eyes scan the flecks of emerald in Hajime’s as you close your eyes and feel yourself retreat along with the setting sun. The warmth in your chest remains as you think of Kiyoomi.

Kiyoomi who told you to let it out and let it go. Kiyoomi with the midnight eyes who spoke of the answers to the questions you have yet to discover.

“I have to be happy,” is what you tell Hajime again and the smile he gives you is soft. Like he wants to dive down your thoughts more but instead chooses to remain anchored outside your walls.

But you still lean into his embrace as he pats your shoulder when you tell your mother goodbye.

She must be happy, you think to yourself. Because today was an afternoon spent in the sun like she was alive again.

A text from Kiyoomi to you and one from Issei to his brings you back to the present. You wave goodbye to the photograph of her on the tombstone while Hajime leaves a yellow flower he picked under the sun by her name.

He smiles and you hear him say he’ll walk you home.

Your heart thrums; it’s almost like he never left.

-

Hajime won’t leave.

Despite your intention for him to not show up to your house being extremely blunt in your text message, he shows up thirty minutes after Kiyoomi’s parked into your driveway.

“Hajime,” he grins, introducing himself with a hand stretched out in greeting as Kiyoomi looks at it in contemplation. You watch the two of them, three feet away and anxious at their first time face to face interaction.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi,” your boyfriend says and reaches out to shake his hand. You could practically feel yourself sigh in relief.

“Haji, you didn’t have to come,” you say and shoot him a tight lipped smile. “Omi and I can handle the boxes, plus there’s not much left to pack up anyway.”

“So,” Hajime begins, turning around and blatantly ignoring what you just said. “Makki says there’s some heavier stuff in the attic? I can help you with that.”

Kiyoomi looks at you as you eventually sigh and nod at him to follow Hajime up into the attic.

-

For the rest of the day it went on like that. At every hint you dropped in regards to the lack of necessity for Hajime’s presence—he’s suddenly tuning out and changing the topic. It was like he couldn’t hear. You huff when Kiyoomi shoots you a look that hints his amusement towards your predicament.

Hajime’s time in California surely must have rubbed off on him.

“You two shared a lot of memories,” Kiyoomi comments after he sees Hajime point at a trinket and recall a story.

“We grew up together,” you reply and Hajime nods along with you, smiling.

“I knew she was gonna be a real one when she didn’t chicken out from catching cicadas with me,” Hajime laughs across you.

“You used to catch cicadas?” Kiyoomi questions, eyebrow quirking up. You had to fight the urge to smile at the way his two moles scrunched together.

“Used to,” you answer and grip the photo album in your hand before placing it into the box. It was one of your favorites, you remember. You spent your summer nights pasting stickers and writing captions into the photos your mom took of you, Hajime, Tooru and your dog. There were probably a few in there that were with her, but you decide you can put off the nostalgic trip for later as you shut the book and tuck it into a corner of the box.

“Sakusa,” Hajime initiates when the three of you stand back up, stretching then facing each other: Kiyoomi to your left and Hajime across the two of you. “Take care of her will you?”

“I plan to,” Kiyoomi replies beside you and you reach to squeeze his hand as you watch him offer Hajime a sincere smile.

“Can you give us a moment?” you ask Kiyoomi and he’s quick to nod.

“Thanks,” you say and lean into his kiss on your forehead before watching him grab the remaining box and make his way out the door.

Hajime stands in front of you with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“He’s a good guy,” he tells you and you smile gently, head nodding in agreement to his words.

“One of the best,” you reply, smiling.

“You’re happy right?” Hajime says more than asks, but before you could answer, he speaks again.

“I’m here for you, always,” he confesses quietly and you swallow thickly because you could already decipher the meaning behind his words.

“Who’s going to pull your scarf to remind you that it’s cold?” Hajime declares softly and you knit your eyebrows together as you tell him that you can do it yourself.

“I know you can,” he laughs and walks closer to you as he tugs off his own scarf and wraps it around your neck.

“I just like doing it for you.”

-

“Earlier,” Kiyoomi begins after he’s settled in the couch of your new apartment’s living room. You turn to face him, attention in focus then wait for him to continue.

“When we were upstairs Iwaizumi-san asked where you were moving.”

“Oh yeah? I forgot I didn’t tell him my new address, thanks for remi—“

“He asked again if we were going to be moving in together and I didn’t answer,” he swiftly cuts you off. You stare back at him, confused, then nod your head urging him to continue.

“I didn’t answer him at first because I wanted to see how he’d react.”

“Omi—“

“(Y/n),” he sighs. You blink back, confused.

“He still loves you.”

Kiyoomi says this like he’s just talking about the weather and because of that you’re suddenly aware of fast the room dipped into the newfound silence. Your heart hammers in your chest while you feel your hands curl into a familiar fist; fingernails automatically moving to dig into the flesh of your palms.

“Of course he does, I do too—“you reason, but his expression shifting has you revising your choice of words.

“I will always love him, Omi. Haji was my friend before he became anyone else,” you explain, softly, and reach out to take his hand in yours. He smiles at you and you mirror it, appreciating the way he didn’t pull out of your touch.

“Is that it?” he asks before you look at him, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“What else is there?” you laugh and shift your focus to his hand on yours.

“Are you really happy?”

“With this?” he questions again and sits up, taking both of your hands in his. Kiyoomi stares with baited breath, so when the silence buzzes in your ear even louder, you nod.

“With us?” Kiyoomi whispers and the echo it delivers rings loud. You hear his question ricochet from the walls to your ears over and over again while you stare straight into the plethora of questions he chooses not to vocalize manifesting themselves in his eyes.

Then, almost slowly, you nod. Because you are happy, though more so thankful. But that’s still happiness, the voice in your head reasons, so you relent and cup his face.

“You’re my blessing, Kiyoomi,” is the truth that’s spoken from your lips as you watch something living unfold in his.

“I love you,” is what he says and you nod, speechless, as he presses his forehead against yours because you feel everything in his words.

“Are you happy?” he asks again when you part and you smile, remembering your mother and Hajime’s words. The sentiment in his question is one of honesty, that in that moment, it suddenly fills you with newfound warmth.

“She asked me the same thing,” you answer, vulnerable. Kiyoomi always had a way that made it okay to feel vulnerable.

“Because I think she knows your answer,” he tells you quietly and what he says makes you think of his words.

“I’ll get there,” is what you planned to answer but before you could get the words out you’re suddenly widening your eyes as you see Kiyoomi shift and bend down on one knee in front of you, a ring in his hand.

-

Three years later | Italics in flashback

For the first time in your life everything felt connected.

From the pin that held your veil together, to the yellow and pink roses that bloomed along an aisle of white.

Everything felt like it was finally in place as Tooru took one look at you from behind the doors and teared up.

“Please don’t make me cry,” you tell him and smile as you loop your arm through his.

“This is payback for making me cry when you asked if I could give you away,” he laughed before dabbing at the corners of his eyes.

“Thank you, Tooru,” you whisper as he gives you one final look. The browns of his eyes reminded you that you are loved.

“Your mom would be so happy now,” is his reply as the doors open.

She would be happy, you think as you take one, two, then four steps forward as you grip your bouquet tighter. The pendant with her photo is surrounded in gold plating, and you find yourself thinking that nothing suited her better than gold.

To and for you, she had always been golden.

You feel Tooru part with you midway as he lets you walk the final stretch alone. It was supposed to be the other way around, Issei commented before, but Takahiro was quick to side with you and say it was fitting. Even if Tooru stood in your parent’s place to symbolize giving you away, a parent’s job is really just to walk with you to the halfway mark in life and let you walk the rest of the way alone.

You find yourself smiling at the memory.

The engagement ring on your left finger catches the light from the photographer’s flash as the first notes of a cello play.

“I would ask you to marry me but I know you’re going to tell me no,” Kiyoomi tells you.

“I don’t know you, yet, (y/n). But I know you just enough to know there’s some things you are choosing to not let go of.”

You watch him stare at you, eyes soft and understanding you’re suddenly overcome with the urge to cry again.

From the aisle, your eyes catch Kiyoomi’s as he stares back at you, beautiful and iridescent in the light. He’s always looked the most beautiful when he felt connected with music, you think. Much like now, as he presses harder on the strings and close his eyes to slip into the element.

“It’s okay,” Kiyoomi soothes, and reaches forward to wipe the tear sliding down your cheek.

“I don’t think I got to know you, just yet. I only saw bits of who you were under that exterior and neither of us know if we could work as well then if we lay ourselves bare now,” he continues and you nod, understanding his point.

“I love how resilient you are, (y/n),” Kiyoomi whispers and you smile because his voice isn’t cracking. He’s okay with this, and somehow, that lifts the heaviness in your chest. “I love how you never break despite the situation, but I’ve only known that side of you so far.”

“You deserve someone who’s seen you from the start. I can stay and we can work this out, but I don’t know if I’ll love you then. Iwaizumi loved you then and now, and I think you still do too. I could never take you away from that.”

“I don’t want to ask you who you are yet,” he says and you nod telling him you’re still getting to know yourself too.

“She’ll be proud of you regardless,” Kiyoomi finishes and with that you sob.

Kiyoomi opens his eyes and looks at you with a smile while he continues to play. Thank you, you mouth telling him, and he smiles as he plays harder.

“For what it’s worth,” you begin. “I know,” Kiyoomi finishes and the smile on his face is as sincere as his words. “Our time will always be a part in history that will be ours.”

You inhale, smile, and then cup his face in your hands. “It will always be priceless,” you add.

This was a piece you recognized from years ago, you recall with a smile. If you had your violin with you, it wouldn’t take much for you to remember the score and slip into a duet with him. The dynamics, you recognized too—and the way Kiyoomi’s playing only tells you he’s playing even louder.

Three years ago he played the same piece you would have played for the concert your mom would have finally made it to. The same day she died you sat in a practice room with Kiyoomi, crying your heart out as the he plays the same melody you’re walking to now.

Let it out, is what he told you and you did just that.

Let it go, is what he also wants you to know and you did that too.

All your life you’ve thought of love and thought it was lost when you lost her. Kiyoomi, you realize, is the love you were just beginning to learn. The love you’ve parted with before you tangled yourself in too deep; and perhaps in another lifetime you could chase each other bare bones and all, but in this life you know Hajime is the love you thought you closed the door to despite leaving it ajar.

One last look at Kiyoomi lets you see that he closes his eyes as you turn away and face forward.

And when you do, you see colors.

Green from his eyes, like the leaves on your bouquet and the grass outside your childhood home. A yellow flower pinned on his breast pocket; the color from the petals of a flower your mother loved to grow the most. Pink; like the color his cheeks turned into when you first shook his hand.

Then when he smiles at you—you feel a sense of home. When you see him begin to cry, you feel a sense of love that washes over you like the soft waves of the shallow end.

Steady, constant, and safe.

Love, like the words your mother wrote to you in a letter you discovered in an old journal. Where she wrote that even if she never had your father to love, she found her love in you. To be cradled in you so that was enough for her.

That she knew she was strong, but even more so because her strength was drawn from being with you.

Love, like the words from a friend as you remember Kiyoomi’s reminder that it’s okay to take that hand that just wants to pull you out of the deep end.

Love, like the awakening from the depth and seeing that Hajime is the hand that’s been there all along and you have yet to take.

Love, you remember like your mother’s voice.

Love, like the one that has been with you since the beginning. Because you were loved from the very start.

And Hajime—whose name spoke of beginnings.

for my mother whose love cradled me from the beginning. may you rest where the flowers bloom the most beautiful. i love you.

[mrskodzuken]

pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!reader

wc: 535

tw/cw: timeskip!Kenma, established relationship, FLUFF (yes, in all caps stfu grrrr <3).

a/n: was kinda based on this ask I've sent to my baby moot @/love-amihan hours ago, which reminded me of this scene from the hit Korean drama, My Love From The Star, which was first aired on Philippine TV a few years ago (hence the Filipino dub names used, Matteo/Min-joon and Steffi/Song-yi) which spawned a Philippine adaptation that garnered equal recognition/accolades like its Korean counterpart iirc; a Thai adaptation also aired on Philippine TV, too btw ^^;; AND YES I MISSED WRITING FLUFFY STUFF YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~ ; u ; special thanks to my wifey @miss-minty-writes for beta-reading this! ILY 3000 <3

“This never happened in my life! If you were human, how could you not react to me?”

You were grinning like mad watching an episode of My Love From The Star on your PC that you didn’t notice your boyfriend Kenma entering your shared room.

“Eh? You’re watching that Korean drama again, kitten?” he softly asked from behind you, his chin perched on your shoulder. You jumped back in response, startled (also accidentally hitting Kenma’s chin in the process), and turned around to face him with your cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

“Ow…”

“H-how long have you been standing behind me?”

The gamer rubbed his hurt chin, staring coldly at you with his golden cat-like eyes, pouting. “A little. And goddammit, Y/N, that hurts… I think you’ve dislocated my jaw.”

“What?!” You rushed in front of Kenma and gently cupped his chin, a worried expression etched on your face. “Does it hurt? Does it really hurt? Oh God, Kenma, I’m so sorry!” Your boyfriend, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel a bit squirmish under your cute sorry gaze, red blooming across his cheeks.

“...if you didn’t walk behind and scare the shit out of me, I wouldn’t jump and hit on your chin.” Tears started to peek out from your eyes, making the former Nekoma setter panicked.

“Ah ah, don’t cry please! I was just joking about my jaw dislocating, I’m sorry! But it really hurts, kitten… maybe if you’d kiss it, the pain will go awa-ow! Let go!”

You gripped Kenma’s chin reeeeeal hard (more like pinching); his hand gripping back around your wrist, trying to pull it away. “No! I hate you, and I’m taking back my apology for earlier, baka neko!” You peeked out your tongue at him annoyingly.

He finally pulled your hand away from his more-than-aching chin and, looking at you adoringly, placed a soft kiss on the palm of your hand, which made your breath hitch and heart jump. You can’t hate your introverted gamer of a boyfriend-you love him!

Kenma smiled. “I love you, too, my Y/N.” He let go of your hand. “Now, answer my question: why are you watching My Love From The Star again? And that episode… that scene…”

“My nickname is the Fairy of 15 Seconds. I mesmerize people in 15 seconds of the commercial.”

Your fingers twirled on a loose strand of your hair, your own eyes looking down. “Eto… I-I just wanted to binge-watch on it again,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, sure. You were kind of grinning like a madlad a while ago.”

“Shut up, you!” You turned back in front of the PC and continued watching as Steffi set up her phone’s timer to 15 seconds and started making cute, alluring poses in front of her manager and neighbor Matteo. You noticed Kenma staring at the PC screen, watching the scene unfold too.

It was after the kiss when he finally spoke. “Wanna try it, kitten?”

You looked at your boyfriend, confused. “Pardon?”

He quickly whipped out his phone, a few finger taps, and showed you the timer on the screen being set to 15 seconds, smirking. “Can you endure a pretty setter like me for 15 seconds?”

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