#but I keep getting ads for the Japan trip and cry every time I see one

[weeping-vintage-toes]

These EF tour ads are gonna drive me insane

[bsins]

Out of routine - Chapter five (finale)

Pairing: Hawks x Fem!reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, MORE SMUT, bad transitions in flashbacks, angst, ugly crying, happy ending, Hurt and comfort, Hawks is insecure.

Notes: English is not my first language, some things could be badly written. Not beta proofed. This is a long chapter.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Hawks was alone in your apartment (yes, his master plan of secretly moving in had worked). Today was your trip to go see your family and tell them the news, while he had to stay on call if any big emergency happened. But the problem wasn’t being alone, it was being alone with his thoughts.

“(Y/N), right?” Hawks called you from his office door “Ye-Yes Hawks-san” he scrunched his face at the way you added a formal title to his name “C’mon, let’s keep it casual, just Hawks is fine ''.

That was your first interaction, over five years ago, well it would be six years today. That meant it was a special day, he figured you would probably arrive past dinner time, so he still had enough time to make something for you. He got to work and searched for a recipe that looked appetizing but still had every vitamin your body and the baby needed. Something he started doing since day one and now was just a habit.

“Hey (Y/N), can you book my interview for the magazine for this friday?” He was tired, a lot of things were piling up on his desk, but it didn’t matter because he could use it as an excuse just to spend more time with you.

You always walked out of the elevator door with your office attire like any other woman in Japan did. And still it just made him more confused with himself, there was something absolutely amazing with you, he was sure of that, but he didn’t know what.

The timer in the oven brought him back to reality, taking out the food and bread he made. A month ago you made a comment over why the ‘bun in the oven’ wasn’t right because ‘nugget in the oven’ seemed more fitting for your baby. And he fucking loved it, making it the new oficial knick name of your child. He chuckled at the memory making a soft smile appear in his lips.

Should he wear a suit? he asked himself while chopping some vegetables.

“Um Hawks, the meeting is starting in twenty minutes” you always acted nervous around him “Thanks sweetheart. You know those new heels look fantastic on you” his first move on you, he wanted to break the formality barrier there was between the two of you. “Thanks, I’m glad you liked them” you bowed and left.

His next move was bringing you coffee after his patrol ended “I brought you coffee, and a cookie too. Also you look so pretty today” and you blushed hard to a simple comment “I-thanks Hawks” you were now more confident around him. He liked that.

The tie wasn’t right, the blue one didn’t match, he should stay true to himself and use the burgundy one. He went to change the tie, looked at himself through the mirror and decided that it was kinda okay. He went to your dresser and searched under it for a tiny box taped to the underside of the furniture.

“Staying late?” His shift was already over, but you still were there after everyone had already left. “Yeah, I just don’t want to leave something for tomorrow when I can do it today” that was probably your motto for work, but he never asked, instead he said “Really? you don’t have any plans for friday night?”

“No, Hawks I-” He was close to you, really close. His face was just an inch from yours, the perfect opportunity he needed and he took it. He leaned in and kissed you, a simple kiss that escalated surprisingly quickly. Where you both ended in his office, taking each piece of clothes off. Sucking hickeys to your clavicle and snaking his hands over your thighs .

You were moaning right in his ear and he felt his cock getting harder by the second. “H-Hawks please” you whimpered not taking his teasing anymore. He had a playful smirk plastered in his face while going down your body leaving a trail of kisses until he reached your clit giving it a long lick that made you shiver. He then started to make out with your pussy, letting grunts and hums that you felt going up your spine.

When you started to feel your legs shivering, he inserted two fingers inside of you making you leave the most pornografic moan out of your mouth. “Keep doing those sounds for me sweetheart” He grunted into you. His free hand kept roaming your thighs, he needed to feel you, he needed to feel you were close to him.

He felt how you started to clench around his fingers so he stopped his movements leaving you feeling empty. “Do you want me to continue?” he looked you straight in the eyes “Yes, please” it sounded breathy and desperate, just how he wanted you to.

You gasped at the feeling of his cock entering your velvety walls, at the way he stretched you so good. He took your legs and put them around his waist. It started slow and sinful, hitting deep inside of you. When it started to go harder and faster, he knew you wouldn’t last any longer by the way you were clenching around him. He nuzzled in your neck letting little pecks right under your ear “C’mon pretty girl, make a lovely mess all over me” he said in a sultry whisper. You came so hard he came right after you, the most amazing orgasm he had had in his entire life.

The next day when you walked through his office doors you looked radiant and had a big smile on your face right until he said, “Let’s just keep it casual, you know we don’t want any big scandals” and he saw how your heart broke in front of him and he felt bad about it but did nothing. If he could slap himself of the past he would.

God he was nervous. Was he moving things too fast?

‘No you idiot, you pushed her aside for five fucking years, you can do this’ He thought to himself. Even if he broke your heart in the worst way possible, he was doing everything he could to make amends for his actions and he knew it wasn't enough, but if everything went well tonight, he would have a lifetime to do it.

Maybe it was too early to daydream about your wedding, what would your house look like, he wanted a house with a lot of space for your kid. He also started to imagine how your kid would look like.

He was so lost in thought he jumped when you opened the door. “I’m home-woah, what is this for?”

“I just wanted to do something special for my special girl” He tried to play things normal, like he wasn’t so nervous he could throw up.

“I made dinner. '' He helped you take your shoes off since you couldn’t bend down with your baby bump, and took you to the dining table. This made a domestic feeling between the two of you. “Oh great, I’m so hungry right now” you sounded so excited at the idea of a fresh meal after a long ride on the train.

He helped you take a seat and served you a portion of the food and then he took a seat across from you with his own portion.

“Thanks for the meal” He looked so tense while you were eating, he just poked at his food. You made small talk about what was the reaction of your family to the news of having a baby but he didn’t put too much attention.

When you finished eating he suddenly stood up and went straight next to you, he knelt and pulled out a ring box out of his pocket

“(Y/N) would you marry me? I know this is unexpected, I have been the worst out of the worst, and have never showed you how much I love you and if I knew I loved you from the beginning I would have done things differently-”

“Keigo shut up” He froze the moment those words left your mouth “Yes, you are an asshole, and an imbecile, and an idiot, and a lot more and I’m going to make sure you know it every single day. But you have never been that to me”

“What?!” He was so confused right now, he was a walking red flag and you never thought of him like that.

“Yes, you broke my heart in the beginning, but your actions kept telling me you loved me, even if you never realized it. Believe me I have a long list of examples. And you keep doing it even now that I’m pregnant, I expected for you to push me away, fire me and pretend you never met me and yet here you are, in one knee demonstrating you want to this right”

Your speech made him cry, ugly cry. “So yes, I do, I want to marry you” he was so thankful but couldn't say it with his sobs interrupting him. He felt as if the heaviest weight had been lifted from his shoulders. You truly were the love of his life and now he could have you by his side and have his happily ever after.

He didn't know what he did to deserve this but he is grateful he did. He hugged you by the middle, sobbing "You have no idea how happy I am right now, I’m so glad you said yes" He pushed himself away trying to wipe away his tears.

"I love you keigo"

"And I love you so much, I'm not gonna get tired of saying it the rest of our lives".

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Midoriya, Todoroki and Mirio waking up with kisses

Request: May I request best boys Todo, Mirio and Deku waking up with kithes. They’re all grown up and maybe the kithes aren’t coming only from the reader......okay I may want them to have kids and be all cute. - anonymous

Um excuse me who gave you the right to make this cute request? I have weak resolve and um ->this<- close to writing another dad fic. I LOVE TODOROKI SO MUCH I SWEAR I COULD DIE! Sorry for the small break I took yall but I’m back and better than ever *that's an overstatement bc my allergies decided to ruin my summer*. Hope you like it. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: characters are aged up, todoroki and mirio are dads, deku is a dad to be, fluff till your very soul

Midoriya Izuku

-Izuku is a very busy hero. 

-Being the number one in Japan and running his own hero agency is very tiring. 

-He loves spending time with you and really tries to make it up to you whenever he is called into an emergency. 

-Now, Izuku as an expecting dad is a whole other issue. 

-He doesn’t spend as much time at his agency, deciding to take his paperwork home and do it while you’re in his line of vision. 

-Being such an important and strong hero puts both you and your child in danger so he prefers being in a one mile radius. 

-Helicopter dad 99% of the time. 

-There are however, times when he has to go to the agency or on patrols. 

-And there are times when he has to answer to an emergency. 

-This was one of those times.

-He was chilling on the couch while you basically slept on him, on hand massaging your lower back and one rubbing soft circles on your belly feeling the baby kick once in a while. 

-He loves feeling them kick.

-They always do when he touches your belly. 

-You told him that they already love him, “reacting to their daddy’s touch is a sign of pure affection”.

-Now many things happened at once. 

-They gave a rather powerful kick, waking you up with a whine while his phone started ringing on the coffee table. 

-He had to leave and you almost had to kick him out the door since he didn’t want to leave. 

- “But why do I have to go???? I wanna stay with my babies!”

- “MIDORIYA IZUKU!”

-He came home really late that night and collapsed on the bed, wrapping you in his arms nuzzling into your hair before drifting off to sleep. 

-It was one of those rare mornings when you woke up first, from a kick...again.

 -You expected Izuku to be already awake but nope, he was snoozing. 

-You really cherished these moments. 

-You never truly got to see him really relax anymore, both with hero work and his constant worry for the baby he always had that wrinkle in between his brows.

-Even asleep. 

-Last night’s fight must have taken a lot out of him.

-Getting restless you decided to nuzzle into his neck, leaving feather light on his shoulder, neck and jaw. 

-He didn’t even stir. 

-Trailing up his jaw you left a kiss on each cheek and two on his nose before cupping his face and peppering his forehead. 

-The last kiss was on his lips, feeling him kiss back as he finally woke up. 

- “Mmm good morning.” 

-You just kissed his nose again making him scrunch it up.

-Placing his hands on your sides, his thumbs rubbed your belly as his lips followed their own trail along your face.

-You giggled as he explored your face letting out small whines every time he kissed a rather ticklish spot. 

-He finally reached your lips giving you a long kiss and bringing you flush to his chest. 

- “I wish I could wake up like this every morning.”

-Just then your kid decided it was a good time to sucker punch you in the liver, giving their father their own little good morning.  

-Izuku chuckled at your groan and leaned down pecking your stomach. 

- “Good morning to you too little one.”

Bonus

- “I think I might be having a kidney failure.”

- “Y/N come on don’t be dramatic.” 

- “You want me to kick you in the balls?”

- “No.....”

- “Good now less talking more kisses.”

Todoroki Shouto

-Shouto having a day off is a blessing. 

-Your daughters are angels whenever their dad is home wanting to let him relax.

-When I say that the twins are daddy’s girls I mean it. 

-It’s not only about them getting what they want it’s also about loving their dad unconditionally. 

-They don’t see him as the easy parent who will let them go on with their shenanigans unbothered. 

-They just see him less and really miss him so they usually do their best to give him a relaxed and happy afternoon or day off. 

-So when he told you that he was taking the week off you guys were so excited. 

-Your girls even though they were like three stayed calm and collected, dawning their dad’s infamous poker face when he came home that night, playing quietly on the living room floor. 

-The night was really quiet. 

-You knew that the girls were excited and were bubbling with energy, they talked your ear off when you broke the news to them but they also wanted their dad to relax. 

-Really you could never truly understand them.

-They were the most considerate toddlers you have ever met.

 -Since they know that their parent’s jobs are hard, since you are both in the hero business, they always restrained themselves. 

-The toddlers Fuyumi or Natsuo described while the babysat, the constantly arguing and bickering twins, were a far cry from what you saw at home. 

-Sure they had their slip ups but they were generally well behaved. 

-The did crawl onto their dad’s lap though at the end of the night, snuggling into his relative sides and snoozing off almost immediately. 

-The next morning you woke up first.

-Todoroki was sleeping almost on you, his arms around your waist as his head was buried into your neck. 

-He looked really tired last night, poor baby must have been exhausted. 

-You moved some of his hair from his eye tracing the red skin of his scar with your fingertip. 

-Long into your relationship he had told you that he felt self conscious about his scar. 

- “Not many people will find this attractive, I-I think you could do much better than this.” 

-From that day on you had made it your mission to make sure he knew you loved him, scar and all. 

-Leaving a few kisses on his forehead you raised his head slightly bringing your lips to the scarred tissue of his eye as you left feather light kisses on the red skin. 

-When his grip on your waist tightened you let his head rest back on your chest and whispered a soft I love you. 

-That’s when you heard the pitter patter of little feet on the marble floor of your home. 

-Whispers could be heard from outside your door and only caught the words ‘breakfast’ and ‘you’re stupid’, before your bedroom door opened ever so slightly.

-Two heads of fluffy hair, one snow white and one fiery red, walked in and made their way to your bed. 

-You stifled your laughter as one of your three year olds tripped over one of Shouto’s shoes grabbing onto her sister for support.

-You could feel the glare the white haired girl gave to her twin without having to see it. 

-They made their way to your side of the bed, locking eyes with you and waddling to you as quietly as possible. 

-They both gave you a few kisses before looking at their dad who was completely oblivious to all this. 

-You motioned to them to go around the bed and climb on from his side.

-The twins nodded and before you knew it the two of them were looming over Shouto.

-You kinda expected them to plop down on him and give him a heart attack but you melted when your girls just laid their heads on their dad’s back. 

-Shouto stirred at the extra weight but he didn’t wake up. 

-After like ten minutes of your snuggling, the twins got restless and started their master plan of waking their father up. 

-One of them settled fully on his back while the other moved some of his hair from his eyes, like you had done previously.

-Then the assault began. 

-Soft kisses on his forehead, cheeks, under his eye, on his nose. 

-Really anywhere they could reach.

-Soon enough Shouto woke up a smile adorning his features as he slowly wiggled out of your arms, placing the twins between the two of you. 

-He rested his chin on your white haired daughter and brought an arm over both of them reaching for your hand on the other side. 

- “Good morning snowflakes.” 

- “Good morning daddy.” 

-He made all of you snuggle with him for half an hour before scooping his girls into his arms and walking out the door to make breakfast. 

-One of his top mornings no doubt. 

Bonus

- “We tried to make breakfast.”

- “But Ren burned the toast.”

- “And you froze the juice.”

- “My little girls are not the best cooks huh?”

-*incoherent mumbling*

Mirio Togota

-To say that Mirio is busy is an understatement. 

-Being the owner of a large hero agency and doing his own hero work on the side even though he no longer has his quirk really takes a toll on him. 

-Having a four year old son didn’t make things easier. 

-He wanted to be there for his child like his father was there for him.

-He hits him really hard when he comes home one night and he finds his son sleeping on the living room couch clearing waiting for him to come home. 

-Until recently the two of them had a ritual before they went to bed. 

-Your son said that it scared the nightmares away. 

-But a handful of paperwork had fallen into Mirio’s hands forcing him to stay longer at the agency, missing his son’s bedtime by two hours. 

-It was the first night that you ad let him wait for Mirio knowing how ever since their small ritual stopped happening , nightmares had been keeping the little boy awake. 

-But alas sleep had won him over and now he was being carried to bed by his dad. 

-Mirio almost had a breakdown later saying that he was a horrible father. 

-You had to calm him down by giving him some examples of him being an amazing dad before luring him to bed. 

-Later that night your son woke up from a nightmare, trembling and crying out for his parents. 

-He spent the night in your bed, Mirio placing him in the middle bringing him flush to his chest. 

-He calmed down rather quickly and was asleep in no time, you two following suit soon after. 

-The next morning you woke up to small kisses on your  forehead as chubby hands held your cheeks. 

-It was the cutest thing you had ever seen. 

-Big blue eyes looked back at you as you opened your eyes, a small twinkle in them. 

-You brought him into a hug, rubbing his back softly as your other hand reached out to grab Mirio’s under the sheets. 

-After a mini cuddle session with mini Mirio you motioned to big Mirio and winked at your son. 

-Slowly getting up you straddled his hips as you placed your son gently on his chest. 

-He let out a low grunt but only placed a hand on your hip turning his head to the side. 

-Then you dove in.

-You left small kisses on his jaw, cheeks and lips while your son hugged him really really tightly. 

-Your kiss attack continued until Mirio’s giggles bounced off the walls, his arms shooting up to wrap around your back, trapping both of you in his embrace. 

-It was his turn to attack you both with kisses, not holding back at all.

-Really your plan kinda back fired. 

-When you finally got up almost an hour later, Mirio had that proud smile on his face. 

- “Maybe I’m not that bad of a dad after all.”

-You just kissed him again a little more passionate now that you were out of your son’s sight. 

Bonus

- “W-when did you come down? I didn’t hear you coming down the stairs.”

- “He has your quirk you dummy!”

- “Don’t call dad a dummy!”

- “Go put some pants on you shrimp!”

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Look, Louts! Lilies! - Yuri For A Hope-Flung Present and Hopeful Future

Look, I’ll be frank. I typically try to keep to a more formal tone when I write for this blog. I’m not in a formal mood. It is June October 2020, and I, like the rest of you, have been under quarantine for a little over three almost seven months now due to the Covid-19 virus. Throw in a eensy, teensy bit of massive political movements and change in response to police violence and racism, and an increase of police violence and racism in response to those movements, and I think it’s fair to say it’s been a tumultuous couple of months. Except, strangely, it also hasn’t been, because so much of this time has been characterized by ennui and isolation. Stressful, yet soul-numbing. In short, it’s been a very weird place to be in.

So, we’ve all found our different ways to cope. My sister’s way has been getting really into succulents(?), and my way has been buying digital manga and video games. I’ve finished stuff I’ve put off for literal years and bought stuff I had heard was good but wasn’t that hyped to get into. And somehow, the one thing I’ve really gotten into has been yuri? 

Now, yuri has a very long and rich history, as well as its own sets of conventions and nuances, so it is with a great, great, GREAT deal of respect that I say that I’m going to simplify it for this essay as “Japanese media with a particular focus on romance between women” for brevity’s sake. If you want to know more, there’s actually quite a lot that’s been written about it in English, but I’m aiming this essay at English-speakers who have had at least a little experience with yuri and more than just passing knowledge.

Because you see, I’ve found that yuri fans have a lot of things to say about yuri! And a lot of those things really bug me!! “Yuri is only fetish quasi-porn written by men,” “yuri is only bland wholesome fluff,” “yuri is only high school drama,” so on, so on. It made me mad, but it also made me realize something: a lot of people simply must not know how big this field of lilies truly is! How else can we get people saying “yuri is oversexualized” and “yuri is sexless” as gospel truth? Something’s not adding up here, guys!

So, all that is to say I’m doing something different for this blog: I’m writing up a recommendation list of yuri. A large chunk of it will be stuff I’ve read and can officially give my seal of approval to, while some of them are just titles I’ve heard of that I think will interest others. All of them have been specifically chosen to counter common untrue things I’ve heard about yuri as a whole. I hope you can find at least a few things on this list that you will enjoy and help you keep your head as the encroaching darkness lurches yet a few inches closer!

1. “Yuri is all schoolgirl stuff! Where’s the sci-fi, the period pieces, the action, the fantasy?”

Otherside Picnic

What It Is: A light novel series written by Iori Miyazawa (illustrated by shirakaba). Ongoing, four volumes at time of writing. The story is being adapted into a manga by Eita Mizuno, and an anime adaptation directed by Takuya Satou will be airing in January 2021.

What It’s About: It was on her third trip to the Otherside that Sorawo Kamikoshi almost died, and it was on that same trip she was saved by an angel. Toriko Nishina is a beautiful and confident young woman who also happens to have intimate knowledge of the Otherside, a dangerous yet captivating world that Sorawo can’t help but being drawn to. Toriko convinces Sorawo to join her on her expeditions to the Otherside, fighting off bizarre creatures that have somehow been ripped out of Japanese urban legends and finding strange artifacts in order to make a little extra cash-- all the while keeping an eye out for someone dear to Toriko’s heart.

What I Think: Otherside Picnic is heavily inspired by the novel Roadside Picnic by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky and features several creatures and scenarios from ghost stories, net lore, and-- there’s no other way to put this-- creepypasta. On paper this sounds deeply unoriginal, so it’s pretty surprising that OP has an incredibly strong identity. The idea of fusing horror with a yuri love story excited me enough the moment I heard about it, so when I finally got to read it for myself, I was delighted to find that the horror elements and the romance elements are both quite strong. 

I will say that thanks to the author’s commitment to following his sources of inspiration to the letter sometimes causes him to undercut his own writing (good example: in one arc there’s an ominous train that keeps being mentioned, causing the reader to dread its arrival with each passing page, but seeing what’s on the train will inevitably fall flat in comparison to the reader’s imagination), but those moments are made up by the more original moments-- the things that are left unseen and unexplained.

The place where the story truly shines is the relationship between the two leads. Sorawo and Toriko are great characters, both incredibly charming and deeply flawed, and they achieve a great chemistry with each other right off the bat. Sorawo is a very interesting protagonist, one who turns out to have a deeply tragic past that has made her into a reclusive, somewhat selfish young woman. What’s great is that Toriko, vivacious and confident, everything Sorawo isn’t, accepts this part of her, in a way. Toriko flat out admits she’s not looking for a particularly virtuous person to accompany her, but an “accomplice.” A big part of the appeal of OP is seeing these two “accomplices” bounce off each other, and eventually come to care about each other, all playing against a background of some genuinely spine-crawling horror. Otherside Picnic is a truly underrated series, and I deeply hope that the anime adaption next year will finally get it all the eyes it deserves (menacing phrasing very much intended).

Where To Get It: The light novels are published by J-Novel Club and can be found via various digital platforms and bookstores. The manga will be published by Square Enix Books starting May 2021. The anime will start airing on January 4th, 2021.

Goodbye My Rose Garden

What It Is: A manga by Dr. Pepperco. Three volumes, complete. It inspired a stage play that ran for a while in Japan, but not much information is available about it in English. 

What It’s About: Hanako has two goals: to meet Victor Franks, the mysterious author who pens the books she adores, and to become a writer herself. Despite having the mettle to travel to England on her own to pursue her dreams, she soons finds that it’s difficult for a young, unwed Japanese woman to dream in 20th century London. However, her luck seems to turn around when she meets Alice Douglas, a noblewoman who offers her a job as her maid-- as well as a surprisingly warm friendship. Alice even offers Hanako a way to meet her idol… but at the price of a horrifying request.

What I Think: In the afterword of Volume 1, Dr. Pepperco openly admits that Goodbye, My Rose Garden was the result of them trying to marry all of their favorite tropes (“Victorian maids! Loads of frills! An English family manor!” are some standout items), and this is apparent in the best way possible. GMRG is a lush period piece that will likely appeal to fans of movies like The Handmaiden and Portrait Of A Lady On Fire, with loving attention paid to details like clothes and settings. 

The relationship between Alice and Hanako is quite charming, with Alice supporting Hanako as much as she can while still taking every available opportunity to tease her, while Hanako constantly surprises Alice each time she shows her moxie and strength. It’s an adorable, sweet dynamic, yet a dark, melancholy weight lurks in the background in the form of Alice’s request-- in short, it’s a relationship that feels tailor made for me. Still, I believe this “darkness” never threatens to overwhelm the story, only enhance it in such a way that the reader will soldier on, hoping for a happy ending for our two leads. With an engaging plot and gorgeous art, this is a great manga for both longtime yuri fans and newcomers looking for an introduction to the world of yuri.

Where To Get It: Seven Seas Entertainment has translated the first two volumes, with the final one coming to English soon all three volumes into English.

Seabed

What It Is: A visual novel by paleontology, a Japanese doujin circle.

What It’s About: Mizuno Sachiko is a designer who is haunted by visions of Takako, her vivacious childhood friend and former lover. Narasaki Hibiki is a psychiatrist who wants to help Sachiko make sense of these hallucinations. Takako is… confused, trying to figure out why she keeps losing her memory and why she and Sachiko drifted apart despite being so close. Seabed is a story that spans the pasts and presents of these three women as they attempt to find and understand the truth.

What I Think: At first glance, Seabed seems simple, but it’s a bit of a hard story to explain. In a way, there isn’t much to explain-- it’s a very slow, down-to-earth story that gets almost tedious at times. I think it would be a hard sell to someone who isn’t used to visual novels, but I could imagine it being challenging even for fans. All I’ll say is this: if you give Seabed a chance, it will draw you into a surreal, gentle, melancholy tale akin to slowly sinking beneath the water of a strange, yet not unfriendly sea. For its simplicity, it’s got quite a few surprises in its long, long runtime, and any attempt to explain further will just ruin an experience that’s meant to wash over the reader over time. The only thing I’ll say is the one thing I think everyone knows: the climax will make you cry.

Where To Get It: Seabed is published in English through Fruitbat Factory and is available on Steam, Itch.io, and Nintendo Switch.

SHWD

What It Is: A manga by Sono. Ongoing.

What It’s About: Sawada is one of the few women working for the Special Hazardous Waste Disposal, and the only one in her office. But that changes when the stunningly-strong yet staggeringly-sweet Koga is hired, and the two become close in no time. Sawada trains Koga and soon the two go on their first mission to dispose of the “hazardous waste” left after a recent war… the dangerous, organic anti-human weapons known as the Dynamis.

What I Think: SHWD opens with several close-ups of Sawada’s arm muscles as she works out. I have found that page alone is sometimes enough to convince someone to read SHWD, and if not, pictures of Sawada and-- especially-- Koga are often enough to do the job. In all seriousness, what I love about SHWD can be summarized by something Sono said in an interview about the manga:

‘The first motivating force was "I want to write a yuri manga featuring strong women." I was very drawn to strong female characters by watching "PERSON of INTEREST" and "Assassin's Creed Odyssey." However, I felt that I should differentiate myself by doing something other than a "strong woman" and "weak woman" dynamic. So, I thought about coupling women with different types of strength. This is why all of the SHWD main characters are "strong women."’

It’s a mindset I love a lot. Koga is remarkably strong in a physical sense, but her mental fortitude is fragile due to her past experiences with the Dynamis, and as such, it’s Sawada who uses her immense mental strength to support her. Indeed, every character in SHWD so far bears intense trauma born of the Dynamis in some way, and it’s hard to see how their pasts still hurt them in the present. But that just makes it satisfying to see these women come together to support one another. SHWD drew me in with a unique and often dark action-oriented story with horror elements, but it’s this idea of “strong women” who make up for each other’s weaknesses that really makes it dear to me. 

Also, it can’t be stated enough that Sono is so so so so so (etc) good at drawing muscular women. 

On a completely unrelated note, there’s a side story about Koga and Sawada playing sports together. This includes judo. I am saying this for no reason.

Where To Get It: The English translation of the manga is released in chapters by Lilyka Manga.

Sexiled: My Sexist Party Leader Kicked Me Out, So I Teamed Up With a Mythical Sorceress!

What It Is: A two volume light novel series by Ameko Kaeruda, illustrated by Kazutomo Miya. Possibly complete.

What It’s About: Tanya Artemiciov is an absurdly talented Mage. So why the hell was she kicked out of her adventuring party? Her leader and former friend sums it up in four words: “You’re a woman, Tanya.” In a fit of rage, Tanya channels her anger into a “venting” session that involves swearing her head of and casting a volley of Explosion spells into the wasteland… and accidentally releases a legendary sorceress! Luckily, Laplace is actually quite nice, and just as powerful as the legends say, so the two decide to team up so Tanya can have her revenge!

What I Think: So, this is a silly one, but after a couple of darker entries I think it’s a good palate cleanser. Sexiled is a loud, not-even-remotely subtle, unabashedly feminist take on the “power fantasy” light novel, especially the “revenge fantasy” subgenre-- and even if that sounds awesome on paper to you (ex. me), it will probably feel over-the-top at times to you (ex. me). But in a way, that’s actually kind of its charm. 

I like that Kaeruda utterly refuses to let up on what she wants to tell you, especially because the story was inspired by a real case in Japan. One may be tempted to think “this story is ridiculous, no one would ever be this cartoonishly sexist!” and then you read a news article about how in a famous Japanese medical university was found rigging the test scores of women, and you realize, “oh, people are still this cartoonishly sexist.” So I’m fine with Kaeruda letting it all out in this story. At the same time, I think Sexiled is best when it’s focused not on Tanya’s revenge but on her kindness, and the way her compassion, her strength, and yes, her anger inspires the women and girls around her. 

Sexiled is a fun and often very funny romp about assholes getting theirs, with some surprisingly deep and nuanced moments hiding in a very unsubtle story.

Where To Get It: The light novels are published by J-Novel Club and can be found via various digital platforms and bookstores.

BONUS: Other titles with sci-fi/fantasy/action elements that may interest you!

The Blank Of Describer: A one-shot manga by kkzt about a pair of two dream-builders. They’ve taken all kinds of commissions in the past, but one job they recieve throws them for a loop: a request for a shinigami that can predict and report death. And then comes the kicker: the customer asks the two of them to give it features that the both of them “adore the most…” (Published in English by Lilyka Manga)

A Lily Blooms In Another World: A light novel by Ameko Kaeruda (illustrated by Shio Sakura), author of Sexiled, about Miyako, a Japanese wage slave reincarnated into another world based on her favorite otome game. However, she’s not interested in her would-be love interest, but in Fuuka Hamilton-- the game’s villainess! After Miyako confesses her love, Fuuka decides to give her a challenge: if Miyako can make her say the words “I’m happy” in fourteen days, she’ll stay by her side! (Published in English through J-Novel Club, available on various platforms)

Superwomen In Love: An ongoing manga by sometime about the sentai villainess Honey Trap and her infatuation with the masked superheroine Rapid Rabbit. After being kicked out of her evil organization, Honey Trap decides to team up with her former nemesis to fight evil-- and hopefully, find romance! (To be published in English by Seven Seas Entertainment, coming in April 2021)

2. “Yuri is all stories about teenagers! Where’s the stuff about adults?”

Take a look at the previous section: there’s the stuff about adults! Otherside Picnic, Goodbye My Rose Garden, Seabed, SHWD, Sexiled, The Blank of Describer, A Lily Blooms In Another World, and Superwomen In Love are all stories with adult-aged protagonists! But if you’re searching for a more down-to-earth romance, I’m happy to report there’s quite a bit of options to look into!

Still Sick

What It Is: A manga by Akashi. Three volumes, complete.

What It’s About: Makoto Shimizu is an office lady with a secret: she’s a yuri fan who draws doujinshi. She’s able to keep her two lives separate, all until the day she comes face-to-face with her co-worker at a convention! To Makoto’s horror, Akane Maekawa is amused by her nerdy secret, but Akane may have some secrets of her own...

What I Think: This one was a roller coaster for me: I loved the premise of the manga, but wasn’t sure about the dynamic between the leads… that is, until near the end of the first volume, where something happened and everything changed. Without giving too much away, I implore people to give Still Sick a chance-- it has a much deeper story than one might initially guess, as well as an interesting character dynamic between the two leads with some surprising turns.

Where To Get It: The first two volumes of Still Sick are published in English by Tokyopop, with the final one coming soon All three volumes have been published in English by Tokyopop.

After Hours

What It Is: A manga by Yuhta Nishio. Three volumes, complete.

What It’s About: After being ditched by her friend at a club, Emi Ashiana is ready to write the whole night off. All that changes when she meets Kei, a DJ who seems to be everything Emi is not-- cool, confident… employed.... But Kei and Emi hit it off and Emi’s life changes as Kei draws her into the world of Japan’s club scene!

What I Think: It’s hard to explain exactly why I like this manga, but I reeeeally like this manga. 

There’s just something about the sleek art, the amazing atmosphere of the scenes set in nightclubs, the chemistry between Emi and Kei, the focus on more mature topics.... it’s a manga that’s remarkably magnetic for how down-to-earth it is. It’s also just interesting to read stories about subcultures that don’t normally get a spotlight in comics. To sum it up, After Hours is just a lovely manga that’s severely underrated that’s perfect for someone who’s looking for a story that’s both fun and mature.

Where To Get It: All three volumes are published in English by Viz Media.

How Do We Relationship?

What It Is: A manga by Tamifull. Ongoing, five volumes at time of writing.

What It’s About: Miwa and Saeko’s first meeting is… interesting. But despite that, and despite their clashing personalities, the two of them become fast friends. Well… actually, perhaps more than friends. You see, pretty soon the two of them learn that the other is into women. With that in mind, Saeko suggests they try dating each other-- might as well, right? “Might as well” seems like a strange place to begin a relationship, but perhaps even something like that could end in true love?

What I Think: “Why do romances always end when they decide to start dating?!” That’s the question Tamifull poses in the afterword of Volume 1. And it’s a great question! What makes How Do We Relationship? an interesting manga is how oddly realistic it is, highlighting things like the compromises people make in relationships, people who get into relationships for pragmatic reasons rather than love, the whole “thing” about sex… as well as highlighting the additional issues queer people have to deal with. That may sound like a heavy story, but it’s actually quite light-hearted, as well as very, very funny at times. With a cute art style and surprisingly deep premise, HDWR is a great manga for older yuri fans who are craving a more mature story.

Where To Get It: The first volume has been published in English by Viz Media, with more on the way.

BONUS: Other titles with adult protagonists that may interest you!

Even Though We’re Adults: A manga by Takako Shimura about two women in their thirties. Ayano and Akari meet each other in a bar and almost immediately feel a sense of chemistry between them. There’s just one problem: Ayano is married to someone else. (To be published in English by Seven Seas Entertainment, coming in January 2021)

Doughnuts Under A Crescent Moon: A manga by Shio Usui. Uno Hinako wants nothing more than to be seen as a normal young woman, but she just can’t seem to make a “normal” romance work. But maybe Sato Asahi, a woman who works at the same company as her, can show her a new kind of normal? (To be published in English by Seven Seas Entertainment, coming in February 2021)

Our Teachers Are Dating: A manga by Pikachi Ohi. Hayama Asuka is a gym teacher, Terano Saki is a biology teacher. One day, they come into work both looking suspiciously happy… because they’ve started dating! (Published in English by Seven Seas Entertainment)

I Married My Best Friend To Shut My Parents Up: A one-volume manga by Kodama Naoko. Morimoto is sick and tired about constantly being badgered about finding a man to marry, so her kouhai from her high school days offers a solution: marry each other to make her parents back off! (Published in English by Seven Seas Entertainment)

Now Loading…!: A one-volume manga by Mikan Uji. Takagi has just snagged her dream job at a games publisher, but being put in charge of a mobile game that’s barely pulling in any attention isn’t exactly what she was hoping for. What’s worse, she’s drawn the attention of her strict higher-up Sakurazuki Kaori… who also happened to design her most favorite game of all time?! (Published in English through Seven Seas Entertainment)

3.  “Yuri is all schoolgirl stuff! Where’s- wait, didn’t we already do this one?”

Yes we did. And you know what? I’m making a stand! There’s a lot of really, really good yuri stories set in high schools, and I think more people need to give them a chance! Here are some high school titles that I think are worth a second look for one reason or another!

Bloom Into You

What It Is: A manga by Nakatani Nio. Eight volumes, complete. A twelve episode anime aired in 2018, covering about the first half of the series. A three volume spinoff light novel series written by Hitoma Iruma was also published.

What It’s About: Yuu Koito has long dreamed of the day she’d find That One, Storybook Romance that would make her feel like she was walking on air, but the day that a boy confesses to her, her feet remain firmly planted on the ground. When she meets Touko Nanami, a girl who seems to have the same strange, distant relationship to romance as she does, Yuu feels like she has found a comrade. But what will happen when the next person to confess to Yuu… is Touko?

What I Think: What can I say about Bloom Into You that hasn’t already been said? There’s a reason it’s basically considered a staple of yuri despite being only five years old. The art is beautiful and delicate, the story has a deft mastery of comedy, drama, and romance, and the characters are deeply loveable. Really, the only reason this one is here is to tell you to get to reading this manga (or watching the anime) if you haven’t already. So get to it!

Where To Get It: The entire series-- as well as the spinoff light novel series Regarding Saeki Sayaka-- has been published in English by Seven Seas Entertainment. The anime is currently streaming on HiDive.

Yuri Is My Job

What It Is: A manga by Miman. Ongoing, seven volumes at time of writing.

What It’s About: Hime wants nothing more than to be adored by everyone and to someday bag a rich husband. Of course, being loved by all takes a lot of work, and she prides herself in keeping her perfect, adorable facade so well-maintained. But of course, the one time she slips up, she ends up injuring the manager of a local cafe! Hime finds herself strong-armed into working for this cafe under their star employee, a kind, graceful girl named Mitsuki. But things aren’t quite so simple-- you see, this cafe has a gimmick in which all the employees are constantly acting out yuri-inspired scenes for the customers, so in a way, the employees also have their own facades. And under her facade, Mitsuki… hates Hime’s guts!

What I Think: Yuri Is My Job is an odd duck, but in a good way. It’s advertised and initially framed as a comedy, but it becomes a surprisingly thoughtful drama about the personas people adopt and why they do so (though, luckily, the comedy never truly goes away). There’s an interesting web of relationships between the girls, and having those interactions take place in a setting where they must act out a completely different sort of drama adds an extra level of drama and intrigue. The cute, polished artwork is just the icing on the cake. YIMJ is a good manga for those who are already familiar with yuri tropes and those who are interested in a drama that doesn’t get too heavy.

Where To Get It: Six volumes have been published in English by Kodansha comics, with the seventh on the way.

Riddle Story of Devil

What It Is: A manga written by Yun Kouga and illustrated by Sunao Minakata. Five volumes, complete. A 12 episode anime aired in 2014.

What It’s About: At Myojo Private School, an elite all-girl’s academy, Class Black has a secret. Twelve of the thirteen girls are actually assassins who have been offered a dark deal-- one wish will be granted to whoever manages to kill Haru Ichinose, the thirteenth student. But there’s still hope for Haru in the form of Tokaku Azuma, one of the assassins who has decided to defect to Haru’s side-- and defend her from the other girls at any cost.

What I Think: I’m not sure… if I can say Riddle Story of Devil is “good.” It’s definitely something. Although its premise is vaguely similar to Revolutionary Girl Utena, its tone and atmosphere remind me a lot more of the Dangan Ronpa series. It’s schlocky and ridiculous and often over-the-top and at times exploitative. It’s pure junk food, basically… and I believe that’s where the charm comes from. It’s my guiltiest of guilty pleasures. It may not exactly be good, but more often than not, it’s fun. It’s hard not to be immediately interested in a yuri battle series, you have to admit. 

And if it does have one undeniably good element, it’s Tokaku and Haru’s relationship. They contrast each other nicely, and while one might expect Haru to be boring and helpless, she’s actually quite proactive at times, and some of the most interesting, engaging parts of the series come from seeing how the two work together to fend off the latest assassin. It’s a short read and if anything, it’s worth it to see how each girl ends up. I recommend it for older viewers who are okay with violence and ludicrous battle scenarios.

Where To Get It: All five volumes are available through Seven Seas Entertainment. The anime can be watched through Funimation.*

*Please don’t watch the anime.**

** At the very least, please don’t watch the anime unless you’ve read the entire manga. Riddle Story Of Devil was one of those unfortunate cases where the anime adaption was produced before the manga reached its conclusion, and as such it has a very strange, rushed ending that includes none of what I enjoyed about the actual ending. Several scenes were also changed, and if I recall correctly, fanservice was added in several places where there was none previously. All in all, I’d really only recommend it for big fans of the series.

Side By Side Dreamers

What It Is: A light novel by Iori Miyazawa, illustrated by Akane Malbeni. One volume, complete.

What It’s About: Saya Hokage has been suffering from insomnia, but one day finds relief in the form of Hitsuji Konparu, a strange girl who can put people to sleep. As it turns out, Hitsuji is a person who has the special ability to move freely in their dreams, known as a “Sleepwalker.” The Sleepwalkers have been battling beings that possess people through their dreams, and it turns out they want Saya to join them in the fight.

What I Think: Side By Side Dreamers is short and… well, dreamy. I really enjoyed the premise and I think it’s a good novel for people who think Otherside Picnic may be a little too much for them. I also enjoyed each dream sequence-- I tend to find that the writing in light novels is a little dry, so the use of figurative language to describe these scenes was really refreshing and interesting. SBSD is a fun oneshot that I think is especially ideal for newcomers to yuri.

Where To Get It: Side-by-Side Dreamers is published by J-Novel Club and can be found via various digital platforms and bookstores.

Cocoon Entwined

What It Is: A manga by Yuriko Hara. Three volumes, ongoing.

What It’s About: Hoshimiya Girls' Academy is a strange, almost otherworldly paradise with a peculiar tradition. For all three years, each girl grows out her hair to absurd, breathtaking lengths, in order for it to eventually be cut and weaved into uniforms for future students. Perhaps it is these strange uniforms that seem to whisper about the past that makes the school seem frozen in another time… picturesque, yet stagnant. But one day, a shocking incident shatters the quiet peace of the academy, and the tumultuous feelings that have long been hidden in the hearts of these girls come rushing into the light.

What I Think: Cocoon Entwined is, in a word, eerie. It’s not marketed as a horror story, and I don’t think it’s intended to be one, but I’ve seen some that say they get horror vibes from it. I definitely understand that-- there’s a deep sense of unease that permeates the entire story in a way that’s a bit hard to articulate. The running thread of uniforms made from human hair definitely doesn’t hurt (it does-- I’ve seen many people understandably turned off by this element), but it’s more than that. It’s the sense that everything at Hoshimiya feels frozen and fragile. It’s the sense that everyone is burying their true feelings under countless layers. It’s the fact that in one scene, Saeki reaches out in a dark room full of uniforms and feels her arm touched by countless hands made of hair. 

Cocoon Entwined is a strange manga, and I feel it’s not for everyone-- besides the way many are put off by the central premise, the way that the story jumps around in time can be a bit confusing to follow. But in my opinion, I love it for these elements: the uniforms and their marriage between beauty and grotesque, the sense of frozen time, the delicate artwork that feels like it might be shattered by the weight of your gaze, the strange, airless atmosphere, the girls and their clear exhaustion of having to be ideal women. It’s a strange little series that I think should be given a shot, particularly if you want something a little more out there, or a darker take on Class S tropes.

Where To Get It: Yen Press has currently published two volumes in English.

BONUS: Other high school titles that may interest you!

A Tropical Fish Yearns For Snow: A manga by Makoto Hagino. Konatsu Amano has just moved to a new town by the sea, and must deal with her new school’s mandatory club policy. Luckily, she meets Koyuki Honami, an older girl who runs the Aquarium Club. Recognizing her loneliness, Konatsu decides to join her club. (Published  in English by Viz Media)

Flowers: A four-part series of visual novels published by Innocent Grey. Flowers focuses on Saint Angraecum Academy, a private high school that prides itself on overseeing the growth of proper young ladies. One notable thing about the academy is the Amitié program, a system that pairs students together in order to foster friendships between the girls. But friendship isn’t the only thing blooming… (Available in English from Steam, J-List, and JAST USA)

Adachi And Shimamura: A series of light novels written by Hitoma Iruma and illustrated by Non that has recently received a manga adaptation and an anime adaption. Adachi and Shimamura are two girls who encounter each other one day while cutting class. Little by little, the two girls become a part of each other’s lives, and feelings begin to form. (The light novels are published in English by Seven Seas Entertainment, the anime is licensed by Funimation)

And there we go! 24 different yuri titles. I didn’t even go into the series that I tried but personally didn’t like that still might interest other people. I primarily made this list to gush about yuri that I liked, but I also tried to include a fairly wide range of things so that, hopefully, any random person who read this whole list could find at least one new title that interests them. And I hope that includes you!

The yuri scene is quite large and wonderful if you know where to look, and it too often gets a bad rap. I hope that this list could give you a new perspective on what kinds of titles are available, and I hope it gives you something new to try. And remember: if you want something specific, try looking for it! There’s a good chance the story you’re craving is already out there, waiting to be discovered!

[btsqualityy]

Heaven Sent; Part 2

Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: None to note.

A month in and the grieving process hadn’t gotten any better for you. In fact, it seemed to get worse. You were barely eating, barely showering, and barely taking care of the house. The only thing that was keeping you going was the reminder that Aera needed you, and that was only barely helping.

Your family and friends had been doing their best to try and be there for you, but you had begun to isolate yourself from them. You didn’t mean to, it was just easier to do that than to have people pitying you and trying to tell you how you should grieve, especially since you still had a daughter to take care of.

The fact that you didn’t want to be around anyone didn’t stop your parents from checking up on you almost daily though, which is why your head instantly began to hurt when you heard a knock at your front door.

“Y/N-ah,” you heard your mother Chae-won shout. “We know you’re in there!”

“We just wanted to check on you,” your father Ji-tae call out. Sighing heavily, you pulled yourself up from the couch and walked over to the door, grasping the handle and yanking the door open.

“There? You happy?” You snapped, not waiting for them to reply before you were turning around and heading back to the couch. 

“No, we’re not happy,” Chae-won sighed as she walked into the house, your father following behind her and shutting the front door. “Why aren’t you answering our calls?”

“I’m grieving,” you replied simply, flopping down on the couch. 

“Where’s Aera?” Ji-tae wondered. 

“Aera!” You shouted out, fast little footsteps accompanying your words as Aera bolted into the living room.

“Papa, Nana!” Aera squealed, rushing over to your father who swooped her up into his arms and pressed multiple kisses to her little cheeks. 

“God Y/N, you look like you haven’t eaten in days,” your mother whispered as she sat down on the edge of the couch next to you. “Maybe even weeks.”

“Haven’t been hungry,” you shrugged.

“And Aera?” She wondered and you whipped your head to the side, your glare hard and intimidating.

“What kind of mother do you think I am?” You demanded to know. “Does she look like she’s lost weight to you?”

“No,” your mother shook her head. “You’re just so deep in this depression, I couldn’t be sure.”

“I may be falling apart at the seams because I lost the love of my life, but my daughter is still my whole life and I’d appreciate it if you could remember that,” you snipped and your mother nodded her head immediately. 

“Ji, why don’t you take Aera in her room to go play while I talk to Y/N-ah?” Chae-won said and your father nodded.

“Why don’t you show me some of your toys?” Ji-tae suggested and Aera’s eyes widened excitedly.

“Ok! We can have a tea party with my dolls!” She exclaimed happily, making your father chuckle as he carried her out of the living room and down the hall to her bedroom. Once your mother heard the click of Aera’s bedroom door shutting, she instantly reached out, setting her palm on your cheek gently. 

“My baby,” she whispered. “It’s breaking our hearts to see you like this, you know?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say Mom,” you murmured.

“I don’t want you to say anything,” she told you gently. “I just wish you’d let us help you.”

“Why, so I can be pitied every time that you and Daddy look at me?” You scoffed lightly. 

“We don’t pity you, but we are sad for you.”

“What’s the difference?” You shot back. “I just....I need to work through this by myself.”

“But-”

“It’s not going to help me to have you and Daddy, or anyone else for that matter, breathing down my damn back,” you muttered through grit teeth, trying to contain your annoyance that would surely give way to anger if you let it. “Give me my space to deal with it how I see fit.”

“Ok honey, ok,” your mother relented. “At least answer the phone when we call so that we can know that you’re alright?”

“Fine,” you nodded.

“How about if your father and I take Aera out for some ice cream?” Chae-won suggested. “It’ll be fun for her.”

“Yeah, alright,” you agreed easily.

“And I’ll stop by the store and grab you some groceries while we’re out,” she added, and you turned to look at her with a raised brow. “Don’t even bother lying to me. I know you’re running low by now and I doubt you’ve been to the store.”

“Mom, you don’t have to do that,” you sighed. “I’ll go while you guys have Aera.”

“You sure?” Chae-won checked. “Don’t feel like you need to push yourself.” You almost laughed then, because that’s exactly what you were doing. The last thing that you wanted to do was go out to the store, to face people; but you also didn’t want to be a burden to your parents, which you already felt like given the fact that you had caused them to worry about you so much. 

“It’s fine, I got it,” you nodded, putting on a fake smile in order to help reassure her. 

“Ok, suit yourself.”

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That’s how you found yourself wandering the aisles at the nearest supermarket, taking a quick glance at the list your mom had made for you. You didn’t have the attention span or patience necessary to take stock of your fridge and assess what you needed but your mom was kind of enough to do it for you, handing the list off to you before walking out of the door with your father and Aera.

As you moved towards the section of kimchi, you took a few seconds to glance over the multiple brands available. You couldn't help but to chuckle to yourself, knowing that if Hae-il were with you, he’d scold you for even looking at the store bought kimchi. “The best kimchi is always homemade”, you remembered him telling you several different times throughout the years. It was funny how grief worked, because you never expected to be tearing up in the middle of aisle 4 over kimchi. 

“Y/N?” You heard someone call and you turned your head to the right, seeing Seokjin standing there. Your eyes widened, reaching up and wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of the hoodie that you were wearing. 

“Jin, hi,” you chuckled awkwardly. “What are you doing here? I figured you would’ve been back in Japan by now.”

“I uh, I actually just moved back last week,” he revealed, making your eyes widen slightly in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yeah. With everything that’s happened,” he motioned with his hand and you knew that he was talking about Hae-il. “I realized that I missed home and life is kind of short to be stuck in Japan with none of my loved ones around.”

“I get it,” you nodded in understanding. 

“How are you doing?” He wondered and you squared your shoulders, preparing yourself to tell the lie that you always did whenever people had asked you that question over the last month. 

“I’m doing ok,” you told him and it looked like he wanted to challenge that, if the raise of his eyebrows said anything, but he didn’t. A few seconds of awkward silence passed between the two of you then, before he suddenly spoke up again.

“It was the kimchi, wasn’t it?” Jin asked and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“What?”

“Before I called your name, you were crying,” he said softly and you immediately began to shake your head.

“I wasn’t.”

“It’s ok, I’m not judging you,” he replied gently before a small smile came across his face. “You were thinking about Hae-il and his crazy agenda against store bought kimchi, weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed breathlessly. “You knew about that?”

“Knew about it? Where do you think it originated?” Jin laughed. “When we were in college, there really wasn’t space to make kimchi the old fashioned way so we had to buy the store kimchi and Hae absolutely hated it. It got to a point where he stopped eating kimchi for almost the entirety of our college career, except for when we went home for holidays.”

“That sounds like Hae,” you giggled. “Over-dramatic as all hell.”

“Ridiculous,” Jin chuckled. Another silence fell over the two of you, but it wasn’t as awkward as before. 

“Well, I should finish this shopping so that I can get back home before my parents bring Aera home,” you said.

“Alright. Tell Little Heart that I said hi?” 

“Sure,” you nodded, moving to turn away.

“Y/N?” Jin called and you turned back to him again. “If you ever need anything, anything at all, you can call me.”

“Jin,-” you started to say but he shook his head.

“Don’t feel pressured or anything,” he assured you. “I’m not forcing you. I just wanted you to know that I’m here if needed.”

“Ok,” you replied softly. “I don’t have your number though.”

“Oh! Just a second,” he murmured, reaching inside of his suit jacket and pulling out a business card. “That has both my office number and my personal cellphone number. Feel free to use either.”

“Thank you,” you whispered and Jin shrugged dismissively.

“No problem. Have a good night Y/N,” he smiled.

“You too,” you responded, sliding his business card into your pocket before turning around and walking away. 

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After getting home and getting Aera from your parents, you managed to get the groceries unpacked and put into their proper places throughout the kitchen. However, you noticed that it was getting late and that you needed to start fixing dinner.

The problem was though, that you just couldn’t find the energy to actually cook anything. You knew that you should (given the fact that you had ordered way too much take out over the past month) but between dealing with your parents and making an unwanted trip to the grocery store, you just didn’t have the energy to do anything extra.

Just as you moved to grab your phone off of the kitchen counter, there was a knock on your front door. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you walked out of the kitchen and through the hall, stepping up to the door and pulling it open. 

“Jin?” You greeted him, confusion laced through your tone. Jin was standing on your front step, a large Tupperware box in his hands as he fidgeted nervously. “What are you doing here?”

“I know this probably seems really weird,” he started and you cut him off by nodding your head rapidly.

“Extremely,” you agreed. “Did you follow me home?”

“No, of course not,” he shook his head insistently. “I couldn’t remember where the hell you even lived. It took me 20 minutes to find an area that looked even vaguely familiar and I knocked on this old lady’s door by mistake and I still think she might come after me to kill me because I think I woke up her husband or something.”

“Jin?” You interrupted him, making him stop talking. “You’re rambling.”

“Right,” he chuckled nervously. “Well, when I saw you in the store earlier, you looked exhausted. No offense.”

“None taken,” you shrugged, leaning against the doorway and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I went home and made dinner but I always make too much because I like to cook but it’s only me at my apartment so I figured that you and Aera might like some,” he summed up. 

“Jin, you didn’t have to go through the trouble,” you sighed heavily.

“It was no trouble at all,” he assured you. “I make way too much, remember?”

“What is it?” You wondered.

“Some samgyeopsal and japchae,” he said as he extended the Tupperware towards you, and you straightened up as you took it from him. 

“Aera’s favorites,” you smiled lightly. “That’s a coincidence.”

“It really is,” he laughed. Just then, you felt tiny hands pushing your leg to the side and when you looked down, you saw Aera pushing her way into the doorway as well.

“Hi uncle Jin!” She cheered and Jin grinned widely as he bent down and held his arms out, Aera falling into them immediately.

“Hi little heart,” he cooed, taking a second to press a quick kiss to the side of her head before pulling away from her. “How are you?”

“Good! I had ice cream today with my Papa and Nana!” 

“Did you get our favorite?” 

“Yep, strawberry!” She nodded and Jin chuckled. “Why are you here?”

“Oh, I just brought you and your mommy some food,” he shrugged. “Some  samgyeopsal and japchae.”

“That’s my favorites!” She chirped excitedly, making you laugh at her. 

“I know little heart,” he nodded.

“What do you say to uncle Jin love?” You reminded her gently.

“Thank you!” She told him, leaning forward and kissing his cheek.

“No problem,” he replied before standing up straight again. “Well, I should get going.”

“You don’t want to stay for dinner or anything, do you?” You offered, remembering your manners and he smiled while shaking his head.

“No, I’m fine. I just wanted to help you out,” he responded. “See you later.”

“Bye,” you said.

“Bye uncle Jin!” Aera waved her hand wildly, making you smile as you turned around and guided her back inside of the house, shutting the door behind you. 

[gxldencielo]

Angel In Disguise- Part 3

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Part 3:

Warning: Trigger Warning- Emotional Abuse ( I AM VERY SORRY IF THIS IS TRIGGERING TO SOME... PLEASE FORGIVE ME!)  Words: 3.5K

 “This is, perhaps, the greatest risk we will take- to be seen for who we really are.”- The Wicked Stepmother (Cinderella).

Around 4 o’clock your lunch session with Chris was over, he ends up paying for the meals even if you argued about being able to pay for your lunch, he didn’t let you. After, paying the bill Chris calls Johnathan telling him to come to pick you guys up. When he gets there both of you stand up, you put on your trench coat picking up all your belongings then grabbing your tote bag walking out with Chris.

 “Thank you for bringing me out to lunch Chris, I had a lot of fun. I needed this.” You say looking up at him and smile.

“Your welcome angel, I had a good time, and thank you for an amazing company.” He says putting his arm around your waist walking to the car. Your eyes widen quickly looking away and feeling yourself tensing up. Chris opens the car door for you, thanking him you go inside the car Chris follows right behind you sitting right next to you.

“Where to now Mr. Evans?” Johnathan asks looking back at the both of you.

“We’ll be taking Y/N home now, then to my office,” Chris says. Johnathan nods and asks you, “Ms. Y/N what is your address?” He asks turning on the GPS in the car. You give him your address and he starts the drive to your house.

“So, angel I was thinking since we will be attending the gala together, we should match a bit. I will be sending you a couple of dresses so you can pick from them.” Chris says looking at you smiling.

“You don’t have to Chris; I can go shopping for the dress myself. You don’t need to send any.” You say shyly not looking at him. “Angel look at me, please. I want to. You have worked so hard planning this event. You deserve all of it.” He says making you look at him while looking into your eyes. You look at him not saying anything just nodding your head. You couldn’t say anything because you were such in shock that this just happened. He winks at you leaning a little closer to you. Before, anything happens Johnathan stops the car and looks back at the both of you announcing you are home. Moving back, you breathe heavily and bite your lip, Chris smirks moving away from you.

“T-Thank you for today Chris, I’ll see you Saturday for the Gala. Bye.” You say softly quickly getting out of the car shook that you guys had a moment. You didn’t even let him have a chance to say bye. You go inside leaning against the door smiling softly walking towards the kitchen you see your nanny Mary, walking over to her you wrap your arms around her. Mary smiles at the feeling and turns around smiling at you.

“Hello, my darling, how was your day?” She says hugging you back, “what’s got you smiling so much?” She asks pulling away a bit looking at you.

“Oh Mary, I had such a great day today. I have to tell you all about it.” You sit on the breakfast stool as Mary sits down next to you while you tell her everything that has been going on. She squeals happily hearing about the moment you had with Chris today and holds your hand. “Darling that’s great! He sounds perfect! Saturday is going to be just perfect. Your mother will be so happy to hear about this if she were here.” She says kissing your hands looking at you. You nod feeling yourself getting sad.

“I wish she was here Mary.” You say looking down.

“She is here,” she says pointing to your locket, “your mother is always here.” Mary smiles softly kissing your forehead you smile fake and nod. The moment was interrupted when you heard someone scratching their throat. You look behind Mary seeing Lucinda standing there with a serious face and Stella standing next to her mother with a smirk on her face.

“Y/N. I need to have a word with you now.” Lucinda says sternly walking into the living room you nod and get up nervously following them.

Lucinda looks at you and says, “as you know the gala is this Saturday and we will all be attending.” She says looking at you. You nod your head and start fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

“I spoke to your father today and he decided that Stella will be attending with Mr. Evans.” She says smirking softly putting her hands on her waist looking at you. You look at her and your eyes widen, “but I-I,” you don’t even try to complete the sentence because you can’t change anything about it.

“Your father believes it will be better for Stella and Chris to attend together with Stella being a model and all the company will be getting even more publicity.” She says, “I also saw you today at lunch with Mr. Evans. I suggest you don’t ever do that again Y/N because it will cause you a lot of consequences. You should know that by now my sweet.” She tells you to sit right next to Stella.

Stella looks at you and smirks, “I really don’t know why you keep trying so hard to impress everyone around you. Just because you went to NYU doesn’t mean shit to anyone and you know that. Even dad doesn’t care.” She says adding fuel to the fire.

You swore it didn’t hurt much. You were lying to yourself and everyone in the room knew it, but you were hoping that she would stop. You tried to block out was she was saying to you but somehow this time you couldn’t block them out. Why was it getting to you now? You thought to yourself. Her words were like daggers stabbing you every single time. Your thoughts were interrupted by her vicious voice.

“Y/N, why do you think your father still keeps you around. He keeps you around because he pities you and he has no other choice but to act as he wants you here.” Your stepmother says to you while standing up sitting right next to you. “He will never love you as much as he loves Stella.” She whispers in your ear smirking softly.

 You are trying to keep your composure, but you couldn’t help the tears that were forming in your eyes. All you could do was nod your head. Lucinda and Stella laugh.

“Now that we have cleared the air on everything. Let me remind you, I know you wouldn’t like anything to happen to your mothers’ box, right? Remember I can easily just get rid of everything that’s in it.” Lucinda says patting your shoulder, “Stella sweetheart, come on we have to let your father know that you will be going with Mr. Evans to the gala.” Stella squeals following her mother.

You stood on the couch waiting for both Lucinda and Stella to leave, your heart broke when you heard the door close. You sniffle softly and getting up with tears rolling down your eyes swiftly walking to your bedroom. Why? you thought to yourself. You start to take off your clothes, putting them away when done going straight to your bathroom turning on your shower. When the water hits your body that’s when you feel yourself break down. You cry out as if you were in pain. You have been dealing with this type of behavior since Lucinda married your father. Your father didn’t know, and you couldn’t tell him about it.

How can someone who was best friends with your mom do this to you? How can someone who basically treated your mother like family to this? You always thought to yourself. She was supposed to be a mother figure in your life after your mom’s death and she is far from it. Lucinda and Stella Smith both came into your life when you were exactly 11 years old. All you remember was your dad coming home the happiest had ever been from one of his trips in Japan. Seeing how ecstatic your father was about finding the love you felt as if your life was falling back into place after the death of your mother. However, that wasn’t the case. The once happy girl that her father loved dearly became the ugly duckling in her family. The fairytale evil stepmother from the fairytale was your reality. Moments like these you wish your mother was still alive to hug you and kiss you in comfort. You wish your father knew what was going on for years, you wish you had told him when this has started.

After taking a nice bath you hear a knock on the door.

“Come in,” you say softly. You see Mary with a frown on her face.

“My darling, I’m so sorry that you still have to deal with this.” She says softly sitting on your bed. You frown and shrug your shoulders, “it’s okay Mary, I’m used to it.” You say going into your walk-in closet quickly putting on your pajamas.

“It’s not okay my sweet. I’ve brought you chamomile tea, to calm you down.” Mary says you can hear her preparing the tea for you and hands it to you when she finishes.

“Thank you, Mary.” You say softly sipping your tea slowly.

 “I’m so sorry darling, I’m sorry they do this all the time.” She says sniffling.

 You frown putting your tea on the nightstand shifting yourself to lay down on Mary’s lap and you can’t help but start crying again. Mary starts to play with your hair as you cry on her lap. Mary is wishing to take the pain away from you and endure it all for you. Eventually calming down at Mary’s touch. She sighs kissing your temple.

  “I-I won’t be coming down for dinner Mary. You say closing your eyes.

“Okay, darling get some sleep for me. Alright.” She says looking down at you. You nod shifting back to the side where you sleep.

 “I will.” You say with a fake smile. Mary kisses your forehead standing up and walking out of your bedroom bidding you goodnight. You sigh. How am I supposed to tell Chris about the changes? I don’t want to upset him at all.

Tears start to form in your eyes again. Sadness overcoming you, you felt as if the world was crashing against you. Trying to make yourself not cry you start to play with your necklace.

 “I wish you were here mom; I miss you every day.” You cry out softly into a deep slumber.

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It was finally Saturday, the day of the Gala. You met with the party planner to get all the details straight for that night, you had to make sure the invitations were sent out to every individual party, you had to make sure that Chris’s team was up to date with everything such as the schedule for that night and lastly making sure that your dad had his speech ready for that night as well.

“Everything looks so beautiful Emily. Thank you for your patience.” You say looking around at how everything is coming out so far.

 “Oh, dear please, you told me what you wanted, and I delivered.” Emily says winking at you causing you to let out a giggle, “now my dear head home and start to get ready, the gala will be starting soon, and I need my start coordinator and planner to look beautiful.” Emily shushes you away laughing pushing you towards the exit even with you arguing. Emily says her goodbye running to the florist who has just arrived shouting at them to where the flowers belong.

The drive home was quick, as you step inside the house you saw the hecticness coming into full effect. Stella’s stylist walking around with dresses and shoes, her makeup artist going crazy over what makeup look will she do, her hairstylist trying to finish on her. ­­­­You wave at everyone and quickly walk away so that Lucinda doesn’t assume that you are trying to steal Stella’s spotlight. Before you can step into your room, you hear your father calling you from his office sighing deeply you walk to his office.

“Y/N, sweetheart your home. How is the gala looking?” Your father asks walking up to you hugging you. “Well dad, it's looking great, you will see when you get there.” You say fake smiling at him.

 “I’m proud of you darling, you did well under pressure. Tonight, it’s going to be worth it.” He says looking at you and kisses your forehead. You nod your head and looking at him with a forced smile as you kiss your father on the cheek walking out and straight to your bedroom. While setting everything down on the nearest chair, your phone begins to ring; you quickly pick it up and hear Rose’s voice on the other line.

Rose: Y/N, I am just letting you know that the makeup artist, hairstylist, and dress designer will be on their way to your house to help you get ready.

Y/N: But I thought they were already here for Stella only; I was going to just wear a suit for tonight since-

Rose: Oh no darling. Mr. Evans has everything planned out down to the tea. You won’t have to worry about the dress, hair or makeup. They are already heading to your house. See you at the gala.

Rose hangs up, setting down your phone near your nightstand. Wow, you thought to yourself, he really did all of that for me. You couldn’t believe it. You never had anyone do that for you. It was a new feeling for you. Smiling to yourself walking to the bathroom taking a quick shower and get your hygiene done. You put on a robe and walk out of the bathroom. “Her room is on this side.” You hear Mary’s soft voice outside your bedroom. Someone softly knocks on your door.

“Oh, darling. We are here to get you ready for the gala.” A gentle voice calls outside the door.

“Come on in.” You answer back. They all step in smiling at you.

“I hope you are ready darling, I’m Patrick Ta, and will have you looking marvelous for tonight.” He tells you to walk towards your vanity setting everything up. You sit down by your vanity and they all get to work. At around 6:30pm your makeup and hair were both done.

“Ta-da, darling you look marvelous, spectacular, divine.” He tells you to move away from the mirror. Your eyes widen, you did look different in a good way though. You started to feel confident. Your makeup and hair looked flawless; you couldn’t believe it was you.

“Patrick, thank you so much! This is great!” You say hugging him smiling widely.

“Darling, you’re welcome. It was an honor to do your makeup. Now let’s finish you up so you can head to the gala.” He helps you up from the chair leading you to the stylist. “This dress was specifically picked by Mr. Evans.” Tyler the stylist says, “you have nothing to worry about beautiful.” He says winking at you. You shake your head playfully giggling softly. Patrick helps Tyler bringing the mannequin with the dress towards you. It took your breath away, a one-shoulder emerald, green gown with a black flower embraided into the dress but it all came together. Both Tyler and Patrick take the dress off the mannequin and help you put it on as well for the accessories and shoes. After everything was on you couldn’t believe it was you. You looked like a goddess your confidence was now on a 1000 and tonight was going to be your night.

“Yes, slay my life baby!!!!” Patrick and Tyler say excitedly, and you just start giggling. It was almost time to go, Patrick and Tyler bid their goodbye leaving you alone in your room. Pacing around a bit trying to get rid of your nerves, breathing in and out calming down a bit grabbing your gold handbag and phone. You walk out of your bedroom hearing Lucinda arguing with Stella as she is throwing a tantrum while your father is trying to calm down the situation. You roll your eyes mumbling, “like always Stella has to find a way to make tonight more complicated.” Heading towards the living room-clearing your throat.

“Excuse me, but the gala is soon starting and dad you need to be there for the press photos and the opening speech.” You say softly interrupting the argument.

Your father looks at you relieved, “ah yes! Thank you darling we must go now enough arguing let's go!’ Your father says fixing his suit jacket and walking away and out the house calling for the chauffeur. You look at Lucinda and Stella who are fuming because you interrupted the argument but follow your father out of the house. You walk behind them quietly waving at Mary. As soon as the limo arrives you all quickly get in and start heading to the MET. Looking out the window you start to nervously play with fingers and hoping to yourself that you will not screw up tonight. You remind yourself of Lucinda’s threat...

“Let me remind you, I know you wouldn’t like anything to happen to your mothers’ box, right? Remember I can easily just get rid of everything that’s in it.”

“So tonight, you better not screw up!” You think to yourself. Nothing can happen to that box! Just nothing. After a couple of minutes, you hear the driver say you guys are there. Your fathers out taking Lucinda and Stella’s hand walking on the beige carpet. They start to smile at the paparazzi whose flashing cameras can blind anyone nervously posing you feel someone's arm around you and whispering in your ear, “remember what I said. Tonight, you stay away from Mr. Evans and if you don’t the box will be gone by tonight.” She whispers into your ear and smiles at the camera making you look and fake smile and nervously pose with her. As the pictures are finishing up you walk next to your father avoiding eye contact with anyone. You lead them into the Garden of Safe Haven, your father praised you loudly and gave you a big hug and a kiss on the forehead. Smiling widely, you kiss your father on the cheek and see the photographer capturing that moment. You all walk in the gala and it was like a scene out of the Great Gatsby everything turned out as planned and you were proud. The flowers blooming everything the angel statues looking elegantly the serves matching the theme, everything was up to par.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard someone shout.

“Y/F/N! You have finally arrived!” You hear that familiar voice angelic voice say looking away from the cameras and at him. It was Chris. You feel yourself getting even more nervous and you quickly look away when you feel a set of eyes land on you. He was looking at you and you just had to look away for Stella. Stella squeals and jumps into his arms. “Chrissy Poo!” you hear her say. Your father and Lucinda laugh at her, “she's so cute isn’t she Mr. Evans.” Lucinda evilly looking at you.

“I guess. Y/N is finally nice to see you again. The dashing dress I must say.” He says looking into your eyes. You nod your head looking at what he is wearing. He has purposefully matched his suit with yours and for sure now you knew, you were in deep shit.

“Dashing dress? HA! Chris stop boosting her ego. She doesn’t need it.” Stella says bitterly holding onto him. Your father tells her to stop and not to start. You excuse yourself away from them.

Surrounded by people and their noise, you felt alone. Hearing these people talk about business and their questions drowning out your racing thoughts, and for few moments your breathing slowed, and your mind cleared. Who knew peace could emerge in the middle of a party? It was exactly what you needed. The music was so loud the crowd couldn’t even talk above it. It looked like everyone was silently mouthing words around you. You feel someone's presence around you, looking back you see its Chris. Biting your lip, you turn away and you hear a deep laugh.

“So, this is what we're doing now angel you're ignoring me now,” Chris says walking next to you.

You nod your head, “you are here with Stella, Mr. Evans I should not even be speaking to you right now.” You say softly looking away from him.

“Well, I don’t know about that, but Stella seems pretty occupied to me angel.” He points in her direction, seeing her drink back-to-back shots with her friends. Shaking your head, you look away.

“Now that’s something I have to clear up by the morning with the tabloid.” You say softly and hear Chris let out a loud laugh. “Let your father deal with it.” He says and holds out his hand, “let's go to our table, you and I need to have a long talk.” Chris says as you bit your lip walking with him discreetly holding his hand.

The angel has decided to play with fire… hell … you aren’t ready for what's about to happen.

[yn-dreamlife]

Do I know you?

AU!denki kaminari X reader 

Warnings: breakup, angst, fluff

Description: in high school denki always spoke of his dreams of debuting as a musician and when he was going to give it all up for you you didn’t let him. And when you see him years later your heart breaks all over

“I got it... I’m gonna debut.” Denki whispered holding the paper loosely in his hand.

“Denki that’s amazing I’m so proud of you!” I hugged him but he shook his head. I pulled away confused. “what’s wrong?” I whispered placing a hand on the electric man I have come to love.

“I’m not going.” He sounded so determined but I could see how much it hurt him.

“What?! Why?! You’ve been working so hard, this is your dream!”

He shook his head. “no y/n you don’t get it!” He shouted and I took a step back. Denki never yelled at me. he sighed deeply cupping my cheek. “I’d have to leave Musutafu.”

“So? What does that matter Denki?”

He looked hurt by my words. “That means I would have to leave you!”

I tilted my head confused. “no you wouldn’t I would come with you!” But it dawned on me then. I couldn’t leave Musutafu, not while I had to take care of my father and keep going to school. “Denki,” I hesitated but steeled myself I would not let him give up his dream. Not for me. “you're going.”

“No, I’m not!” He protested, “I don’t want to leave you!” it was now or never I had to say it, no matter how much I didn’t mean it.

“But I want you to!” The look on his face broke my heart. I wanted to reach my hand out and brush away the tears but I can’t. “I don’t want to be with you anymore Denki.”

“W-what? Y/n stop this!” He said cupping my cheek but I brushed him off.

“No, I’m serious.” He stood not moving. “Go!” I yelled at him, the tears were so close to falling. If I broke now I knew it would never last, I would fall back into his arms apologizing and forever be guilty he gave up his dream for me. He left then and as the door clicked shut I whispered “I’m sorry.” As I crumpled to my knees and the sobs ripped their way through my throat. I pulled out my phone calling the only person I could think to call.

“What the hell do you want!” Katsuki said gruffly into the phone.

“Suki.” I whimpered.

“Shit- what happened?! Are you hurt?!” He spoke quickly but I could hear the worry.

“D-Denki he-” A sob stopped me.

“Hang on ill be right there!” He yells into the phone before hanging up. I don't move from my spot on the floor, I just sit and cry when suddenly the door is kicked open.

“Y/n!” I hear him yell as he slides on his knees over to me. “What did dunce face do?! Did he hurt you?! I’ll kill him!” He screamed as he looked me over.

“I-I broke up with him!” I sob.

“w-what? But you love him,” He spoke confused.

“I-i do but-” The sobs were too strong and I couldn't get my story out. He held me for a long while without saying anything. When he finally did speak he said he was going to call Denki and sort this whole thing out.

“No!” I cried ad he stared at me confused as I snatched his phone.

“I broke up with him because he was going to give up his chance at a debut because he didn't want to leave me!” I speak quickly my voice shaking.

His eyes soften even more as he nods and I break down sobbing again. Katsuki stayed with me for a while after that, making the trip to his hero agency from my house. He knew I couldn't be alone right now. I thought I had gotten better but then I heard his name on the radio and went all downhill again.

Katsuki comforted me once again, he knew the pain to some degree. He remembers when Kirishima got his first girlfriend before they had confessed to each other in high school, he felt like he was dying.

But he could barely imagine the pain you were in now. You and Denki had been together for four years, if not more. The truth is you always lost track with him, it just didn't feel long at all but it also felt like it had been over thirty years.

Your father sadly passed away a few months after your break-up, you never felt more alone in your life. Even with Katsuki there, you knew he longed to be back at his shared apartment with Kirishima, so you sent him back.

You pretty much had forced him to leave, he couldn't help it. You were like his sister he wanted to take care of you. Of course, he also felt bad for Denki, he was still his friend too. Luckily Kirishima handled him for the most part, Katsuki couldn't do both on his own without getting caught in a mix.

“Oh god Eij, I don't know what's gonna happen with her.” He said his first night back. “What if someone breaks in? What if she calls him? What is she hears about him on the radio or social media? What if-” Kirishima cut off his fiance's worries with a kiss.

“She’s a big girl, she can handle this. Besides at some point, she was going to have to learn how to live on her own again, so let her do it on her own terms.” He whispered caressing the side of his lover's face.

You hadn't gotten any better at your house, well you kind of did. You stopped crying, but now all you really felt was numb. You wanted him back, simple as that.

There was no ands, ifs, or buts you simply wanted your boyfriend back. But in the end, you were happy for him, he was going to live his dream. Even if he couldn't have you with him. Although you had considered calling him once your dad died but thought better of it.

He was probably busy working on his first album or something. What you didn't know is that he saw your father's name in the electronic paper and wished you had called. No, more than that. He wished he had called. You were mourning the death of your father, he should have called to check.

But he couldn't bring himself to do it. So instead he asked his friends, the only connection he had to you really. He sent them letters to give to you at random times, as well as sending pre-orders of flowers into local flower shops so they would be delivered while he was on his first tour and you would never know the batch of yellow roses were from him.

Each gift made you smile every time and the explosive blonde was always sure to thank his friend for what he did for you even if he was still under the impression you had fallen out of love with him.

It was a little over three years later. Denki was finishing up another tour, and he was a huge star by now. He was doing a show in Musutafu Japan and everyone from class 1A was coming. It was fitting since that’s where you all went to school.

I was shocked when I got my invite but I just assumed he had an assistant send an invite to all 1A students. The concert was in a week or so Denki wouldn’t be in town for a few more days so to say I was shocked at what was happening was an understatement.

I was just walking around the park near my apartment like always when I looked down at my phone and then seconds later ran straight into someone. I ended up almost falling except the stranger caught me.

I looked up only to see a familiar pair of golden eyes. “D-Denki?!” I stuttered out shocked.

“Uh...” he looked at me confused.

“Oh my goodness I am so sorry.” I bowed deeply before I hesitantly stood back up straight seeing as he was still confused.

“Dens? You okay?” The nickname slipped out so easily. Just like his first name had.

“Dens?! I’m sorry do I know you?” I looked at him shocked and hurt tears welling in my eyes.

“Are you serious?” He raised an eyebrow. “Unbelievable.” I scoffed.

He stood there silently as I began to walk away “glad to know three years erasers four years worth of memories. I should have known better.” I scoff as I roll my eyes walking over to Katsuki's car that I see waiting to pick me up for lunch.

“W-wait!” I hear him call behind me but before he can I get into the car.

“Is that Denki?!” Katsuki asks shocked.

“Yeah,” I mutter bitterly. Katsuki gives me a raised eyebrow but I shake my head. He gets out of the car to greet his friend.

“Oi dunce face you weren't supposed to be here for another few days!” I hear Katsuki yell before closing the door and going to talk to him. I can’t hear anything but mumbled words. I try to ignore the way my heart hurts as I wipe the silent tears from my cheeks, missing the golden eyes on me.

“Hey, Kachan!” Denki says embracing his friend his mind still reeling from realizing it was YOU he bumped into. “I-is that-“

Katsuki cuts him off. “Y/n? Yeah.”

“Shit. I didn’t even recognize her.” Denki says embarrassed.

“Really?!”

“Well yeah. The last I saw her was three years ago and as much as I wanted to I’d never allow myself to look at her socials. It... it just hurt too much.”

That’s when Katsuki remembers, you two didn’t just break up YOU dumped HIM. The last thing he thought was that you fell out of love with him.

“Yeah, I guess a lot had changed.”

“Yeah, but once I saw her eyes it hit me. I’d never forgotten those eyes.” Katsuki could tell the second he saw Denki's eyes hit you, he was still in love with you.

“Hey dunce face there’s something you should know-.” Katsuki started but before he could finish Denki was getting a call.

“Shit it’s my manager I wasn’t supposed to leave the hotel. I-I’ll catch up with you later okay? It was really nice talking to you Kachan!” Denki says as he hugs his friend before answering the phone quickly rushing off.

Katsuki sighs As he goes back to the car. “Aw, the great and famous Denki have to leave already? Too good to hang around us commoners for too much longer?” You asked bitterly.

Katsuki looked at you shocked. “Don’t give me that! He didn’t even recognize me! I mean you’d think after four or more years of being together every day you would remember a person! But noooooo now your famous and too good to even remember the girl you were supposedly in love with!” You yell. Katsuki puts a hand in your shoulder and you look at him.

“It’s okay to still be sad y/n. You can let it out.” With that, it was like the damn bust. The fake facade of anger faded and the tears leaked from your eyes.

“I-it fucking hurts. I think about him every. Single. Day. And he just.... forgot about me.”

“You know he never kept up with you in social media....” Katsuki says softly.

“What?” You ask pulling away.

Katsuki begins to drive as you continue. “He said he never kept up with you on social media, it hurt too much. You gotta remember y/n/n in his mind... you fell out of love with him.”

It all set in then. And the rest of the car ride was silent as you thought about what he said.... he was right that’s how you ended it. Convincing Denki you didn’t love him that you didn’t want him. In his mind, there must be no reason for you to be upset because you left him.

It was the day of the concert and you had made up your mind you were going to talk to him. Explain, and at the very least after that get him to forgive you. At the best.... well you wouldn’t even think of that, it’s not possible.

You were standing in the front row staring up at the stage as you watched him come out. Energetic and bursting with happiness. You smiled widely tearing up, this was his dream... and he was happy. At the very least you don’t regret what you did.

You watched him perform his songs watching him dance and sing feeling the energies of everyone around you. The crowd loved him almost as much as he loved them. You couldn’t help but feel like you kept seeing his eyes flick to you but you convinced yourself that it was just the rest of the class he was looking at.

At one point he sang the song he used to sing to you. It was a love song he wrote, it described you and all the things he thought were so perfect that you thought were flaws. There was a full ache in your chest listening to it.

Remembering all the times he would hold you as he sang the words softly. Or when he would cup your cheeks and sing lines to you. The soft moments shared just between the two of you flashing in your mind. What you didn’t know if they always flashed in his.

The rest of class 1A looked between you two. Knowing that you both still so clearly loved each other. Even after so long apart.

After that, the concert had ended you and the rest of class 1A went backstage.

“Oi dunce face!” Katsuki yelled you giggled softly seeing Denki turn around a soft blush on his cheeks but a wide smile on his face. He embraced Kirishima, Katsuki, Hanta, and Mina.

You missed the way he instinctively went to hug you too because you’re weren’t looking at him. You all were catching up enjoying hearing stories and sharing bits of your own personal life. You didn’t talk much and when you did it wasn’t for long. Finally, people were talking amongst themselves and you decided it was time.

You went to look for Denki snd when you couldn’t find him you asked around. You heard that he was out meeting fans so you went to find him. What you saw was beautiful. Denki was beaming as he took photos and signed autographs. One of the girls looked up at his eyes shining.

“E-excuse me M-mr. Kaminari s-sir.” She stuttered.

“Hey there what’s your name? And please just call me d-Denki!” He said happily taking the photo and marker the girl handed him.

“U-um Naomi.” She stuttered before clearing her throat and straightening her shoulders. “I was wondering who was your last song about?”

“My last song?” He asked to clarify and she nodded a soft smile formed as he signed the photo handing it back and grabbing the next giving the girl a smile. “It was actually about my first love. We broke up when I debuted it just.... wasn’t the right circumstances so she ended things with me.”

“She sounds stupid.” One girl scoffed.

“Yeah what idiot would leave you? I mean I would drop anything to date you.” Another chimed in.

“I mean she couldn’t have been THAT amazing like your song says if she left you.” A third chimed in.

Tears welled in your eyes. You were stupid to leave him, and you weren’t the same girl his song described.

“Hey Guys c’mon don’t-“ Naomi tried to cut in only to be cut off.

“I think you should leave.” A low voice said and your head snapped up. Denki stood their shoulders tensed and eyes hardened.

“What?!” The three girls gasped in unison.

“I said leave. I’ll have you know that she was better than what my song described! And those circumstances she wasn’t willing to drop was her father who was severely ill. How dare you talk about someone you don’t know like that!” He says anger evident in his voice. Hell, it fucking radiates from him.

Denki gave Naomi one last smile before glaring at the other girls again and turning to walk away. When he did turn he got a few paces before stopping dead in his tracks his eyes locking with yours.

You stood there shocked the tears that had slipped down your face still there and your eyes most likely a little red.

“Y/n?! Sunshine what’s wrong?!” He says rushing to you instinctively cupping your cheeks.

“Y-you... t-they...” your brain wasn’t working. For once you were the one short-circuiting.

“They had no right to talk about you like that and I’m sorry you heard it. And I’m sorry about the other day too when I didn’t recognize you. I hadn’t seen you in so long.” He says as he rubs your cheek softly. “But then I saw your eyes and I heard that fiery attitude of yours and recognized you instantly.” He said a soft smile on his face.

“I don’t regret it you know?” You blurted out. His face dropped and he pulled his hand away. But you grabbed it holding it in your own okaying with his fingers as you continued. “I saw you up there... you were fucking glowing dens. The energy you radiate on that stage and the energy I felt from that crowd, I would never regret hurting both of us if it meant this for you.”

“Y/- wait did you say hurting both of us?” He asked tilting his head.

“Of curse both of us.”

“But you- you said that you didn’t love me.”

“I... I kinda lied. I- I knew you would stay and I didn’t want to take your dream away from you. So I lied, but dens you gotta know that there is nothing that hurt me more than that. God I still fucking love you but I would go through it all again if it means you get your dream- THIS dream.”

He softly whispers “You love me?” And your eyes widen. Shit, you did say that out loud? You mod closing your eyes waiting for the rejection. You drop his hand.

“Y-yeah. But it’s okay, you have thousands of wonderful eligible people. Hell, you might even be with someone. I wouldn’t expect you to have waited around all these years when you thought I didn’t love you.” There was more silence as you continued to avoid his gaze.

“I- I think I should go, get back with the others. Leave you to your fans. You can just forget everything I said haha.” The laugh was forced and pitiful, you both heard it and you inwardly cringed.

“Why would I forget it?” He whispered and you looked to him only to see the widest smile you had seen since you two were together “why would I forget the love of my life saying she still loves me? Am I crazy?!” And with that, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply.

His fans roared with applause and cheers, you found yourself blushing but not pulling away. “I sang my song to you for a reason sunshine, it's 'cause your still my whole fucking world.” He whispered. And you found yourself smiling just as wide.

The next day the chargers, Denkis fan base, had your ship name with him trending on Twitter. Thousands of pictures and posts of you two together and kissing exploded on the internet wondering if it was just a publicity stunt.

But those theories were silenced when Denki got past his PR people and posted a tweet about how he was finally back with the love of his life.

And when Denki saw a familiar face, the girl Naomi from the night before and the words of encouragement and love she sent towards the two of you in hopes of amending what her now ex-friends said. The girl found herself gaining quite a few followers. All with names suspiciously like the Baku-squad hero names. With pictures of people that seemed just a bit too similar to the hero’s and singer, she loved so much. But her favorite was “y/n/n0230” who sent her a quick message thanking her for the kind words.

The chargers were thrilled that you two were together but no one was as happy as the two of you.... well except maybe the rest of your squad, happy to see their two balls of sunshine shining once again.

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When Our Eyes Meet

Inspired by mmajjyc’s art on TikTok.

Pairing : God Izuku Midoriya x Reincarnated Katsuki Bakugou

Prompt : God falls in love with a mortal, only to lose him. The reincarnation of his lover slowly remembers him after making eye contact with a painting.

Genre : Romance, Fantasy, Anime

Word Count : 1,550....I think.

It was a sudden visit to the museum, nothing interesting to be expected besides the random pieces of art made years ago by artists known and unknown. And some new pieces of modern art of course. Eijirou thought this trip would be a great outing, something different from the amusement parks, arcades, and movie theater. He also needed the visit so he could write the 5-page essay on specific pieces of art for his college class that was due in two days. Not like he was going to tell any one of his friends that though. Unbeknownst to him, Denki and Katsuki did know the moment Eijirou pulled out his notebook from his backpack once they stepped foot on the museum’s front steps. They just did not want to ruin the positive atmosphere.

Grumbling as the trio walks further into the museum, Katsuki separates himself from his friends but stays close from behind as they enter the Japanese God’s and Goddesses exhibition first. There were a decent amount of people examining the art and sculptures, silently speaking amongst themselves. Some even attempting to sneak a few pictures of the angels in the paintings.

Eijirou and Denki walked at a fair pace, catching glimpses of everything here and there. Coming up to a huge mural-like portrait painting, Katsuki stops in his tracks and stares up into the eyes that suddenly caught his attention. He stays fixated on this piece of art that displayed a crying angel, paying no mind to his friends who continued walking, leaving him behind.

Deciding he wanted to know more, out of pure curiosity, he calls out to Eijirou. “Oi. Shitty hair, give me the guidebook.” He demands, not sparing him a glance as his focus stayed on the painting. “I wanna know who this is.” Eijirou turns to him (as well as Denki) and brings the book up to his face, flipping through the pages.

Finding the right page, he reads it out to his friend who was ready to listen. “It’s a representation of Izuku, The God of Peace. He answered people’s prayers and was worshipped in all Japan in ancient times.” “One day he fell in love with a mortal, and he was banished from the god realm.” An image of Izuku with a huge smile flashed through Katsuki’s memory suddenly, causing him to shudder. He did not know why but it felt like déjà vu to him. Like he has experienced seeing that smile before in person.

“Legend says he is among us, trying to find the reincarnation of his long-lost lover… who remains unknown?”

Katsuki’s eyes stayed on the face of the green haired angel and his eyes widen as another memory flashes through his brain once more. This memory was vividly clear to the point a single tear fell down his cheek. He shakes his head to rid the memory, but it was no use. Then he recalls the dreams he had that he never remembered the morning after. Unable to tear his eyes away from the green ones that stared back, Katsuki jumps to the touch of his friend’s hand on his shoulder. He turns to them with teary eyes. Eijirou and Denki stand their shocked, not knowing what to do since this was the first time seeing their hardheaded friend so emotional.

“Are you okay Bakubro?” Eijirou asks, “Did I say something wrong?”

Katsuki uses his sleeve to wipe his tears and shoves his way past the two.

“Woah. I didn’t know he cried. He’s usually so kept.” Denki states, watching his friend leave the exhibit. He looks at Eijirou, “I’m worried. Should we go after him?”

It doesn’t take the red-haired friend more than two seconds to respond, “Just give him a minute. I think he needs to be by himself for a while. I’m sure he’ll message us if he goes home.”

“Okay.” The two continue their visit.

~

Katsuki makes his way out of the museum in a rush, not caring if he bumped into anyone on accident. He was somewhat thankful that his friends did not follow him out, not wanting to break down even more in front of them. He treks down the stupidly long cement set of stairs and when he finally reaches the last step, he trips over his own feet. With no way to prepare himself for impact, he closes his eyes, only for him to land in a pair of sturdy arms.

“Woah. Are you okay?” The person who caught him asks, helping him to his feet. “These stairs seem to be a little steep. There should be a sign that says, ‘watch your step’. Haha.” He jokes before pulling his hands away from Katsuki. Looking up, the two make eye contact and the memory floods back.

~Flash Back~

Izuku’s face was covered in dirty tears as he held his lover in his arms, his face buried in the ash-blonde hair that was now stained red. He screamed out to the gods, begging for forgiveness so he could heal his dying lover. Alas, the gods did not respond to his cries. He rocked his dear Katsuki, kissing his face over and over in hopes that the gods and goddesses saw his pain.

“Don’t die on me. I cannot live on this world without you. I just can’t.” He pulls him closer, “Please Kacchan. Please.”

Katsuki lets out a small cough, placing his hand on Izuku’s tear stained face. “I wish I could, but I don’t have immortality like you, my love.” He whispers, “Or else I would walk on this earth with you for eternity.”

“No. Not like this Kacchan. I won’t let you die.” “I can’t be healed, whether it be from the gods or yourself.” Izuku cries get harder, “This is all my fault. If I didn’t fall in love with you, you would be living peacefully.”

“Yet here we are.” Katsuki coughs, “It’s not your fault Deku. None of this was your fault. I fell in love with you, and nothing could come between that, not even the gods. Please, do not blame yourself.” More coughs erupt and blood falls past Katsuki’s lips.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Izuku apologizes. Katsuki uses the last of his strength to bring Izuku’s head down so their foreheads touch.

“What did I say Deku? Don’t apologize.” He grunts, “We will meet again. And when we do, I may not remember until my eyes meet yours.”

“O-of course.” The two share a final kiss and once Izuku pulls away, Katsuki’s body falls limp.

“Got damn you!” He shouts up at the sky, crying harder. “I did nothing wrong but fall in love with someone who had a heart! You all would do the same if you were in my place. You let me keep my immortality but at what cost. To see my suffering for falling in love!”

He looks down at Katsuki’s body once more, “When our eyes meet. I’ll see you again Kacchan.”

~End of Flashback~

Reality sets back in and Katsuki is in shock. He does not break away and looks deeper into the familiar green eyes. “Deku?”

Izuku, equally shocked, slowly starts breaking out into tears. “Kacchan? Is that you?”

Engulfing Katsuki into a hug, he brings his hands to the ash-blonde hair. Soft and spikey, same as before. He pulls away for a second, examining the face he dreamed about every night. The lips he remembered kissing. The eyes he stared into for hours on end. “Please tell me you remember me.”

Katsuki smiles back, “I do. It’s cloudy but I do my Deku.”

“Yes. I’m your Deku.” He laughs through the tears, hugging his lover again. “It’s been so long Kacchan. I almost lost hope.”

“Like I said, I may not remember until my eyes meet yours.”

They make eye contact again and finally, after decades of their souls being separated, they share a kiss. A spark flows through the two of them, rekindling the fire that has been waiting to be ignited once again.

They can finally live in peace.

~

At the top of the stairs, Denki and Eijirou fist bump. “Our job is done. Great work partner.”

“Do you think we should tell them that the Goddess of Love sent us?” Denki asks.

“Nah. I think they’ll be better off knowing that the gods regret their decision to banish him. Plus, Midoriya is no longer immortal.” They look at Izuku, smiling when they see he is finally at peace and can rest after decades of searching. “It seems like he already knows that.”

“And I don’t want to know what Bakugo would do to us if he finds out we knew about this this whole time. We might be the goddess’s helpers; we can still get hurt.” Denki nods rapidly in agreement.

The two watch on as the lovers walk away, holding each other close as they disappear into the crowd. “We are good friends.”

“THEY DID WHAT, DEKU??!!!” Katsuki shouts, running back towards the museum with Izuku right behind him.

“Hey. Do you still have that essay to write?”

“Yup. Wanna go back to the apartment and help me finish it?”

“Yup.” With that, the two book it.

“KACCHAN. THEY DID IT FOR US! DON’T HURT THEM!”

“THEY’RE DEAD.”

The End.....

So, it is the end of the short story I promised. It took me 4 hours to write since I wanted it to be perfect. I tried to input as much detail as possible get make it short. I cried at the flashback part. I also didn’t know if I wanted to do parts but it took me some thinking and I just decided with this. I also added a little funny ending for my pleasure since it’s what I do in my regular writings.

I hope y’all enjoyed it! Let me know if you did!

Also, thanks to mmajjyc for allowing me to write a short story of the duo! You art is beautiful and inspired me to write this since there wasn’t gonna be a part two. Lol! You are amazing!

Thanks again! Much Love - Maia❤️

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🏕️ Camping trip with Karasuno

requested by: @scorpiosanssexy

As summer is upon us , could you perhaps do headcanons with whatever team you want in which they go on a camping trip for some *team bonding*. Who tent collapses? Who is the camping expert? Who straight doesn’t want to be here?. I so wish we could have another haikyuu OVA. I am loving the blog so far, keep up the amazing work.

word count: 2622

The members spend a lot of time together but it’s mainly because they’re in the same team and they talk mostly about volleyball. That’s why Daichi and Sugawara came up with the idea to go camping, just the members and the managers, no teachers or coaches. They wanted to get to know each other a bit more while doing different activities. Everyone liked the idea (except for Tsukishima but he didn’t have any choice).

It was a Saturday morning when everyone got on a bus and headed to the campsite. It was a beautiful field near the forest with a little lake with crystal clear waters – like a piece of heaven. There also was a tiny waterfall and a small river nearby. Everything looked so calm and relaxing up until Karasuno came.

On their way to the campsite Hinata, Nishinoya and Tanaka were screaming of excitement. For them to stop yelling Suga suggested singing. They were extremely loud. However Kageyama was sleeping during the whole ride and Tsukishima was trying to ignore them and put on his headphones. Kiyoko was reading a book for school, Yachi and Asahi were discussing all the different animals they wanted to see during the next 24 hours in nature. Asahi even took his huge book with all the species you can find in Japan. Yamaguchi was looking through the window the whole time, delighted by the scenery. Daichi, Kinoshita, Ennoshita and Narita were playing cards and at one point they even tried to teach Hinata how to play but the poor boy didn’t understand a single thing so he gave up.

- At the campsite –

Nishinoya and Hinata ran to the lake. Yachi was right behind them ready to hand them the towels. Tanaka lifted as many bags as he could trying to impress Kiyoko which sadly didn’t work out.

Daichi saw that everyone went to a different direction and decided to end this mess:

‘Listen up everyone! We have four tents which means that there is one for the first years, one for second years, one for third years and one for the girls.’

‘Excuse me but why should I share a tent with the crazy duo? Can I exchange with someone?’ Tsukishima didn’t like the fact that he had to sleep next to Hinata and Kageyama who always had a reason to be loud.

‘I’m sorry Tsukishima but it’s already decided. Besides because of certain people’ Daichi looked and Nishinoya, Tanaka, Hinata and Kageyama ‘there should be at least someone in every tent who is responsible and mature. I’m sorry but in your case it has to be you and Yamaguchi.’

‘Hinata is the problematic one.’ Added Kageyama.

‘FIGHT ME KAGEYAMA!’ yelled Hinata at which Tsukishima sighed. He knew exactly why he had to be the responsible one.

The boys wanted to swim so bad but Daichi told everyone to set up their tents. To make things more interesting and exciting they decided to turn it into a competition.

Yachi had no clue how to do it but luckily Kiyoko knew. Their team was the one that won. The third years didn’t have many difficulties so they ended up in second place. Third place was for the second years. Their tent was almost done when Noya saw a flying moth and went crazy throwing his hands left and right. He accidentally pushed Tanaka who grabbed Narita and they both fell over the tent which caused them to start all over again. No one in the first years team knew how to set up a tent. Tsukishima couldn’t care less but Yamaguchi actually tried to learn how to do it by reading the instructions. Kageyama amd Hinata weren’t of much help because they couldn’t understand a single thing that Yamaguchi was telling them. Both of them were arguing the whole time.

‘This piece should be here!’

‘Hinata are you dumb!? It should be there!’

They were both wrong though. Tsukishima started to pity Yamaguchi for having to deal with two 7 year-olds, who share a single brain cell, and decided to help.

The losers had to collect firewood from the forest. Tsukishima was trying to ditch them but failed every time. Suddenly some bushes near them started moving. Hinata screamed and hid behind Kageyama.

‘Hey come out! It’s probably a mouse or something.’

‘Kageyama, why aren’t you scared?’ asked Hinata.

‘Nothing is more frightening than Oikawa.’ calmly replied Kageyama.

‘Ah... I guess you’re right.’

Tsukishima looked at the duo and added:

‘Nothing except the wendigo.’

Yamaguchi got goosebumps. Hinata and Kageyama were very confused:

‘What is a wendigo?’

‘Oh you don’t know? The wendigo is an evil spirit... a monster who was once a possessed human. It is hiding in forests... just like this one... and it’s waiting for someone to come visit it. Legend says that wendigos are very fast and eat human flesh.’

‘Haha Tsuki... don’t be ridiculous! There’s no such thing as wendigo!’ Yamaguchi was trying to calm himself down because he was really close to faint.

‘Yes! Tsukishima was just trying to scare us! Besides I am a very fast runner.’ said Hinata who actually believed the story.

The whole time while they were collecting firewood Kageyama, Hinata and Yamaguchi couldn’t help themselves but to look around for the wendigo.

Nishinoya saw the first years.

‘Oh they’re back! Sho come here the water is really warm!’

The boys quickly put on their swimwear and jumped into the lake. Tsukishima was resisting but Suga and Tanaka lifted him up and threw him into the water declaring he should have fun. Hinata and Kageyama were racing once again. They wanted to see who can swim faster. Tanaka and Noya were showing their swimming skills off to Kiyoko but she was too busy sunbathing and didn’t even notice them. Ennoshita, being the good swimmer he is, made sure that no one drowned. His job was extremely hard considering the fact that half of the team needed a babysitter. Sugawara was like an embarrassing mum and made everyone put on sunscreen.

It became cooler and the boys got hungry. Kiyoko and Yamaguchi started preparing food. They needed fire so Tanaka and Nishinoya once again wanted to prove to Kiyoko that they are husband material. The others were wondering why they haven’t given up already because every time they failed miserably. Nishinoya tried to start a fire using rocks but one of them flew directly to his face. Good thing that Kiyoko had first aid kit and took care of Noya. He felt extremely blessed and didn’t regret hitting himself with a rock. Hinata also wanted to try but he ended up setting Kageyama’s shorts on fire. He was afraid that Kageyama would find out so he hid them while he still could. A couple of minutes had passed and Tanaka realised that Saeko gave him a lighter earlier today just in case.

‘You had this the whole time???’ yelled Ennoshita.

‘I’m sorry okay... I totally forgot about it.’

While Kiyoko and Yamaguchi were cooking the three explorers of the group (Asahi, Yachi and Sugawara) headed to the woods searching for wild animals. Yachi took her camera and made some great photos. Asahi was reading his book while still walking deeper into the forest. Suga was dressed as if he was Bear Grylls.

‘Hey guys, I know this might sound a bit weird but if we don’t find the way back whose piss are you willing to drink?’

Yachi and Asahi looked at him in confusion wondering if he was joking or he’s actually serious. Both of them were later having a lively discussion when they realised that Sugawara was nowhere to be seen.

‘Asahi... where is Suga?’ asked Yachi very uneasily.

Both of them started screaming Suga’s name but there was no sight of him. Yachi started crying and wondered if a wild animal has eaten Sugawara.

‘No no Yachi please don’t cry. We’ll find him don’t worry.’

Suddenly a dark figure appeared in front of them. It was a few meters from them.

‘S-Suga? Is that you?’ asked Asahi.

The figure didn’t move nor said anything.

‘Come on Suga... it’s not funny anymore.’

‘Suga? Suga?’ Yachi panicked ‘Asahi I don’t think that’s him... ‘

The figure started moving towards them slowly but suddenly it got faster and faster. Everyone heard from Hinata the story about the wendigo that Tsukishima told him earlier. Asahi and Yachi were so terrified that they ran straight to the campsite while screaming their lungs out. A few seconds later they heard a laugh behind them.

‘Oh my god I can’t believe I actually got you!’

‘SUGAWARA!? IT WAS YOU ALL ALONG?’ asked Asahi still screaming.

‘You should have seen your faces! Oh god I love camping!’

‘I can’t believe you did that! Yachi and I were worried about you and you pranked us!’

‘Okay...I’m sorry but that was really funny. Wait...where is Yachi?’

Yachi was in fact still screaming and running to the campsite. When she finally reached it she told everyone that a wendigo had eaten Suga and probably Asahi. She was crying when both of them appeared in front of her. Everyone made everything they could to calm Yachi down. Her poor heart couldn’t take all this chaos.

After having dinner and Yachi got better everyone gathered around the campfire. Kinoshita had brought his ukulele and played while the others were singing. They ate marshmallows and shared stories of themselves. It was so much fun. They laughed all night long. Hinata insisted on Tsukishima to tell him more about the wendigo but Daichi forbid them after what happened in the woods.

It was time for everyone to go to bed. Yachi and Kiyoko were the first ones to go to sleep. Tanaka and Nishinoya found it impossible since their tent was near the girls’ one. Nishinoya was listening very carefully for every sound that might come out of Kiyoko and Yachi’s tent.

‘Hey Tanaka, do you think Kiyoko sleeps on her left or her right side?’ wondered Noya.

‘I don’t know man... what if she sleeps on her back?’ answered Tanaka.

‘Whatever it is she’s still very pretty.’ said Noya.

Ennoshita had a very confused look on his face. He wanted to share a tent with someone else because of the conversations Noya and Tanaka were having but he had to make sure that both of them went to sleep on time. In the tent next to theirs was the first years’.

‘Please Tsukishima tell me more about it!’ begged Hinata.

‘No! You heard Daichi!’ said Tsukishima who was already annoyed.

‘Pleaseeee I won’t tell him!’

Yamaguchi was very tired and told Hinata to just forget it.

‘But I can’t! I need to know more about it!’

‘I also want to hear it.’ said Kageyama.

‘Okay I’ll tell you... but then you’ll leave me alone!’ Tsukishima finally agreed because he also wanted to sleep. Yamaguchi wasn’t very pleased with how things turned out. He was really afraid of the wendigo.

‘Everything started in a small town. A couple moved there. The man had to go to work to the nearby town and on his way there was a dark forest. One night he finished work later than expected. He drove his car when suddenly on the side of the road he saw a hitchhiker. It was an average looking man. Since it was extremely dark and scary outside the man decided to stop the car. The man asked the other one questions but he wasn’t responding.’

‘Oh no why isn’t he responding?’ asked Hinata.

‘If you don’t interrupt me maybe you’ll find out!’ explained Tsukishima then continued with the story:

‘That man got so scared that he left the hitchhiker and headed home. A few minutes passed and he heard a weird noise coming from his car. The man went to look and there was nothing wrong. He got into his car when he saw a big figure walking towards him from the direction where he met the hitchhiker. He thought it was nothing but the figure was getting closer and closer with incredible speed. The man tried to start his car but he couldn’t. The figure was just a couple of meters away from him. He still couldn’t start it. Finally the figure was so close to him that he could see it. It was a wendigo. A giant creature with antlers and a discharged body. It looked hideous. The wendigo was about to grab the person when the car started and the man managed to escape. When he got home he told his wife what happened and she said to him that her co-workers warned her about the creature but she didn’t believe them. The next day the couple was nowhere to be seen. They have moved out.’

‘That was it?’ Kageyama asked with disappointment.

‘This is the coolest story ever! Tsukishima do you know more scary stories?’

When Hinata asked that Yamaguchi quickly suggested everyone to sleep.

‘Yes I know many more. But first I have to go brush my teeth. Yamaguchi you wanna come with me?’

‘I’ve already brushed mine. I want to sleep.’

‘No you haven’t. Come with me.’

‘Um... okay Tsuki.’

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima went out and Hinata and Kageyama were having a discussion.

‘Do you believe in the story Kageyama?’

‘Not really. As I said nothing is scarier than Oikawa and if I can beat him I can beat anyone!’

‘But this isn’t a person Kageyama... it’s evil and horrific. I’m getting goosebumps even by thinking about it.’

‘That’s why you’re the dumb one Hinata.’

‘WHAT? SAY THAT AGAIN!’

-somewhere near the tent-

‘So your plan is to scare Hinata and Kageyama... but why?’ asked Yamaguchi.

‘Come on it’s going to be fun. Besides Daichi took my mp3 player and I can’t even ignore them.’ answered Tsukishima.

‘And what’s your plan then?’

‘I’m going to pretend to be a wendigo.’

‘You shouldn’t joke about stuff like this Tsuki.’

‘Do you really believe the story? It’s fake. I read it online. Can you lift me up now?’

‘Okay Tsuki. Do you think it will work?’

‘Of course! You’ve seen their grades.’

- in the tent-

‘Kageyama did you hear that?’

‘Yes... it’s probably nothing though.’

‘I see something.’

‘Probably Tsukishima or Yamaguchi. Now sleep!’

‘Um...Kageyama... this is not Tsukishima nor Yamaguchi... it’s too big to even be Asahi... ‘

‘What? Let me see.’

Kageyama took a look and saw it! A wendigo! Huge and with antlers. The crazy duo started screaming and woke everyone up.

‘RUN! A WENDIGO! RUN!’

Sugawara came out of his tent and laughed after seeing the so called wendigo.

‘Guys your wendigo is Yamaguchi holding Tsukishima who has sticks on his head.’

Daichi was so done that he couldn’t even yell at them so he calmly said: ‘Why can’t we have a single normal day together?’

-the next morning-

‘Okay everyone time to go! Saeko should be here in a minute.’ informed Daichi.

Last night was a disaster. No one could sleep. Some of the boys were snoring, others were screaming, Asahi was even sleep walking and scared Hinata and Kageyama again. As a punishment for starting all of this Tsukishima had to take care of the loud members for a month without using his headphones.

‘Hello guys! Did you have fun? How was the camping?’ cheerfully asked Saeko.

‘Please not now... we’re not ready to talk about it yet.’ replied Tanaka which left his sister bewildered.

On their way back all of them were sleeping. No one expected that a calm camping trip with the idea of bonding would turn into an emotional roller coaster.

-at Kageyama’s home-

‘Why does my swimwear look like it’s burnt?’

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[07.07.2020]

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Fandom: Sailor Moon (Crystal)  – – [Rewrite of season 2, AU-ish in that there’s new OCs and the fusion of plots from the manga, crystal and the og series]

Pairings: Eventual OCxOC, Usagi x Mamoru

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Ch.2: Sailor Hemera

"Watch where you're going!" A seemingly enraged girl called after a boy who had bumped into her because he'd been too engulfed in a gray book. "Not even an answer!" the girl scowled but sighed after a moment.

There was a light pitter-patter near her and when the girl looked down she found a purple cat beside her. The stark golden crescent moon on the cat contrasted with her dark fur.

"Luna, remind me again why I'm the only one who got to remember Sailor Moon, the Sailor Scouts and Tuxedo Mask existed?" the girl asked, huffing as if she were still angry about it. Now, it became more of a mystery.

"Because you, Azula, are exceptionally different," Luna articulated with refined elegance.

The girl, Azula, shot the cat a look. "You're sticking to that because you still haven't figured it out, either, huh?"

"Eh," Luna gave a tilt of her head.

Azula shook her head and watched after her friend, or rather ex-friend, Mamoru, who didn't even notice her anymore. A month ago Sailor Moon, or Usagi, had made everyone forget that the Sailor Scouts had existed. No one remembered any attacks from the Dark Kingdom. The scouts themselves didn't remember they were Sailor Scouts reincarnated. Usagi Tsukino didn't remember she had been a princess in her previous life. No one remembered anything...except for Azula Keena.

Azula had been a close friend of the scouts because she had managed to find out their identities. She proved herself useful with her tech abilities and quickly became a strong asset for them despite not having powers like them. One year older than them had her situated in the same school as Mamoru Chiba, although she was a year younger than him. They were friends, had been, but now he didn't remember her. In fact, he didn't remember anyone, not even Usagi who had been his grand love from a previous life.

But despite everyone losing their memories, Luna, Artemis, and Azula remembered everything. The memory wipe was not efficient with Luna and Artemis but neither had an explanation as to why Azula remembered as well. Fact was she shouldn't have. It was impossible. Yet here they were. Since then, Azula tasked herself with making sure there were no more enemies to deal with since Sailor Moon and the Scouts were out of commission. But she also tasked herself to simply look after everyone even if they didn't notice it.

"I may not be one of their scouts but I think myself as a guardian," Azula said confidently as she and Luna walked down a street after school. "A silent guardian."

"Job's taken, I'm afraid," Luna said quietly but Azula still heard and gave the cat a curious look.

"Luna, exactly how many scouts are there? Usagi made it look like it was only her, Ami, Rei, Makoto and Minako. But I've always been curious if there were more."

"That information is not necessary right now," Luna replied calmly. "So there is no need to even talk about it."

"Hm," Azula smiled to herself and continued walking.

They came across the local arcade of the district and walked in. The teenage boy behind the counter gave her a wave. Motoki was always the type to greet you with a big, wide smile. "Azula, your father said he would be taking a business trip tonight so it's going to be just you and Keiko tonight."

Azula gave a small nod. "Thanks, I'm sure Keiko's gonna love the fact she gets to babysit her dear old step-sister tonight."

He laughed. "Keiko doesn't treat you bad."

"No, she doesn't, I just like teasing her." Azula turned her back and leaned against the counter.

Her father actually owned the arcade - which made it easier to sneak into and use the underneath grounds for their secret Moon base - and he was usually in and out of the house attending to it. Azula's parents had been divorced since she could remember and she had lived with her American mother in America until her passing. At seven years, Azula had been taken in by her father in Japan and was introduced to her step-sister, Keiko Keena. Keiko wasn't actually related to Azula but they didn't care. Both girls had been an only child within their original families and wanted to experience having sisters. And after Keiko's own mother had passed away, Azula's father grew to see Keiko as his own. The were a small, complex family but nonetheless a family.

"Not again!" a girl cried in despair when she lost at the Sailor V game. She dropped her head over the controls, her long blonde hair falling down.

Azula motioned Motoki to watch her school bag for a minute while she went to the crying girl. "Usagi? Let me guess, the computer won? Again?" She laughed.

Usagi Tsukino was no stranger to losing to automated computers. She raised her head for a minute and gave a nod. "It keeps beating me."

"You might wanna try 'beginner'," Azula teased, prompting Usagi to drop her head on the controls again.

"You should be nice to your best customer!" she heard Usagi's muffled voice a second later. Azula looked down at Luna, both amusingly shaking their heads at Usagi.

"C'mon, Usagi, don't you have homework you're going to forget about or something?"

Usagi jumped from her chair like a bed spring. "I HAVE MATH TO DO!"

"There it is," Azula's voice was barely heard beside Usagi's loud shout. The blonde girl scrambled a quick goodbye, not even noticing her own cat, and ran out." Hard to believe she was actually a refined, Moon princess in another life," Azula remarked afterwards. Luna groaned beside her.

After a couple of minutes Azula and Luna left the arcade and were subjected to a sudden heat in the air that hadn't been there earlier. Though it was strange, as it really wasn't time for heat anymore, neither made a comment about it. Instead, Azula opted for a lunch on her own. Luna wasn't surprised by it though since nearly every day, at the exact hour, Minako Aino, Makoto Kino and Mamoru Chiba all ate their lunches, separately, but there. Azula just liked watching them all, even if it was from afar. Fruits Parlor Crown was a nostalgic place.

"There is no rule that you cannot speak to any of them," Luna would say just before Azula walked into the restaurant.

"Usagi wanted to be normal and I'm trying to respect that. Everyone wanted to be normal. The only reason I talk to her is because you're with me and, well, kinda awkward," Azula sucked in a breath and greeted Motoki's younger sister, Unazuki, the waitress before finding an empty table.

Just like each day she would come in, Azula pretended to do her homework while she ate. This was the only times where she could more or less learn what went on with her friends without actually talking to them. She knew it was probably strange but she really didn't want to compromise their memories. She already carried the burden of remembering everything that happened and, while Luna and Artemis did keep up at the base, she felt like it was her responsibility to be on the look out for anything potentially dangerous. She was the person, after all, that remembered everything - that had to count for something right? She wasn't just like any ordinary person.

"What's...that…?" Unazuki's voice pulled Azula from her mathematics book. The young girl was pointing at the glass window where they all saw a black cloud literally floating.

Azula's eyes widened in alarm, and frankly fear. She got up from her chair and stared in bewilderment as the cloud floated past the cafe in broad daylight. Everyone else in the cafe were doing the same thing.

Luna rushed out the door without even warning Azula.

"Luna!" cried Azula before running out herself. Her red, flaming hair bopped as she hurried down the stairs to get to the street.

There was a loud scream down the street and it was of course due to the black puff of cloud. It had captured someone, apparently, and had everyone else around running away from it. Azula skidded to a halt and gasped at the sight. The black cloud, which now began to look more like a shadow, had entangled a young woman with black thunder that kept the woman still, but in pain.

"I need the Shadow Crystal!" the purple-black cloud demanded.

"It talks?" Azula was frazzled but Luna skipped that part and went on to the concern stage.

"Somebody's got to help her!"

Azula turned sideways to find Makoto a couple inches behind her. From further behind Azula spotted Minako and Mamoru apart from each other. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me…"

"We're going to have to call Usagi!" Luna warned Azula, but both knew that even if they did do that Usagi would not get there in time to save the poor woman.

The victim screamed as something was pulled right from her chest: a shining white crystal with freckles of gold.

"A white crystal!?" went the black shadow, obviously angry at the results. "You have wasted Senka's time, puny human!" the black thunder around the woman vanished and the woman dropped to the ground. The white crystal slowly lowered until it returned to the woman's body. "I shall try another one!" and the cloud suddenly moved in the direction of Azula.

"Luna I don't suppose you could grant me temporary powers…?" Azula took a step back.

"I'm afraid not…" and Luna truly lamented it. She was sure Azula would have made a fine Sailor Scout.

"Yeah…" Azula gulped.

"Halt!" went a new, feminine voice that froze the cloud for a moment. "You shall not go any further!"

Azula, and the others, followed the voice up to the top of a parked truck across the street. There stood a woman with long, straight brown hair and stark, golden eyes. She was dressed in a long-sleeved body suit tucked underneath a pleated, light brown skirt with golden hemlines and matching short, golden boots with light, brown laces. The top part of the body suit exposed her middle with light, brown thick strings running across. There was a golden jewel piece going around her forehead, reminding Azula of the tiaras the Sailor Scouts wore, only this one had a golden sphere at the center. It matched the golden sphere necklace around her neck.

While everyone stared in awe, Mamoru felt a sharp jab at the side of his head.

Young Prince Endymion had wandered from the castle and came across a lonely field of almost dry grass. It was strange because as far as he knew everything on Earth was full of life and cared for. Something was wrong.

He stepped over the long weeds and keenly looked around for anything more suspicious. Suddenly, he crashed into a wall - an  invisible wall. He had to shake his head just to see if it had been his own illusion. He reached out and came across a wall, indeed, that rippled upon his touch.

"Halt," a female voice commanded.

Endymion turned to find a woman, similar in age to him at least by appearance. Long, straight, brown hair billowed in the wind that wasn't there a minute ago. Dressed in shades of gold and light brown, she held out a golden sword towards him.

"You must not pass," she warned. Endymion looked around just to make sure the woman was talking to him and not someone who perhaps followed him. His generals were no stranger to doing that. "Yes, prince, I am speaking to you," the woman read his thoughts and gave a small smile. "I know who you are, and I know you must be very confused but I cannot allow you to get any further."

"Who are you?" Endymion finally found his voice and began to demand. He knew every possible fighter in the Kingdom and he had never seen the woman before.

The woman lowered her weapon and got down on one knee. "I am Sailor Hemera, an honorary Shadow scout of light and day, protector of the barrier between the Earth Kingdom and the Shadow kingdom."

"The...Shadow kingdom…?"

Sailor Hemera's golden eyes raised up to the Prince. "The Shadow Kingdom led by Queen Nyx and her daughter, Princess Reign."

Could that be the same woman he just saw? And if so, why had he seen that vision all of a sudden? Mamoru wasn't sure, but he definitely wasn't leaving now.

"Step away from the nice girl or suffer the consequences," the mysterious woman ordered calmly of the shadow.

The shadow cackled. Apparently, the woman had been funny. "And just who do you think you are little girl?"

The woman, who seemed young in appearance, regarded the shadow with pure disdain. She somersaulted off the truck and landed gracefully on her feet. "An honorary Guardian of Shadow, I am the Sailor Scout of Day and Light! I am...Sailor Hemera!"

"A Sailor Scout!?" Azula nearly fell backwards. Luna too was gaping.

"You are from Shadow?" the cloud, Senka, suddenly grew interested.

"And you are from the Shadow Dominion, are you not?" Sailor Hemera raised her head. "I knew there was a reason why I was awakened. You want the Shadow Crystal, don't you?"

"I am Senka, created by the Trinity Guardians. I am the Queen of the Shadow Dominion and I will find my Shadow Crystal!"

"The Shadow Crystal was never yours!" Sailor Hemera reached to her forehead where the golden circle suddenly sprouted headband fabric, forming a clean, clear headband altogether around her head. "Glimmering boomerang attack!" she flung the tiara towards Senka.

"Watch out!" Makoto had yanked Azula backwards as the boomerang whipped in the area. Azula nearly fell back if Minako hadn't rushed up to help keep her steady.

The boomerang went right through Senka but she groaned like it had actually hurt her. Gold power swirled within her shadow form for a couple of seconds. "I am not strong yet!" Senka cried and vanished into thin air.

Sailor Hemera caught her golden boomerang and easily placed it back on her forehead.

"I-is she gone?" Azula asked just as Sailor Hemera turned to leave.

"Yes, but she wasn't defeated. Senka will return and look for the Shadow Crystal again."

"What is that? A-and who are you?"

"Sailor Hemera," Mamoru spoke before the woman could. Everyone turned to look at him but he was busy staring at Sailor Hemera herself. She seemed startled by his determination that it was her. No human should have that much recognition of her and yet here was this one…

"You should all be careful," Sailor Hemera warned deeply and made her getaway.

Makoto and Minako went to see how the victim was doing but Azula remained in her spot unable to do anything. She looked down at Luna who was just as concerned as she was, then they both glanced at Mamoru. He had remembered? No...that couldn't be it. But then why was he staring at the Sailor Scout the way he was?

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BNHA self insert AU [Book 3]

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Chapter 15: Why Do We Live? Just To Suffer?!

Beizu and I didn’t waste any time trying to escape for the weekend! It was our weekend! We agreed to go to our parent’s homes and hang out from there. I get home and nobody was there as expected. Saturdays are hang out days for the kids and short work days for mom and dad. I slam myself onto my bed, as I missed sleeping on my very comfy mattress. The dorm beds SUCK! I get coffee from the kitchen after a while and floated around.

“Hey Muffins, update me on the household since the last time I was here” I called out to the resting robo on the couch.

“It’s been 115 days since you’ve last been home, there’s been 4 fires and 7 gatherings at the house.” the robo listed “20 pictures has been added to the family virtual library. Mom didn’t celebrate her birthday. There’s been 2 lockdowns at the house, Tensei went to debate nationals in March, Hanaka got suspended from school that same week. Lili has video called every night for the past 2 months. And that’s up to date.”

“Only 4 fires? Huh” I took a sip of my coffee “Thank you for the update, whats the ETA for anybody?”

“Hanaka and Dad are due to come back from the doctors at 1pm”

“Doctors?” I whispered to myself “She never gets sick, hope she’s okay.”

It may not be obvious, but Hanaka used to latch onto me when she was a baby. She’d cry when I don’t acknowledge her before I leave the house and set my sweater sleeves on fire if I don’t hold her right away. She’s very much the little, bratty sister type but I still worry. She depends a lot on family support because of her fire quirk, it makes it very hard to live a normal life. Wonder if that’s the cause? I wait around and see them come through the door but it feels so off. Hanaka goes straight to her room in silence, ignoring the fact that I’m in sight.

“Hello Iwata, how was your trip home?” Dad said once Hanaka was in her room.

“It was fine but what’s up with her?” 

Dad sighed “She had an episode where she couldn’t control her fire. Nobody got hurt but it happened at school and the school made it a big deal out of it, calling her a delinquent.”

“So what’s the diagnosis?” I asked, processing what dad told me.

“Anxiety trigger, the mix of her quirk and puberty hormones are making her unstable” Dad sets down his keys to wipe his glasses “I really don’t know what to do. And I’m scared its going to be like when your mom gets unstable.”

“Wait, mom gets unstable?” that was news to me. I know of mom losing her temper when she was younger but getting unstable?!

Dad nodded and put his glasses back on “It happens when she overworks and stresses out. Once I triggered the breaking point and I got hit by her psych-blast. If your uncle Jin didn’t set up the robo to sedate her at the right moment, she could’ve died.”

I looked toward the top of the stairs “Well you’ve dealt with mom’s and mine anxiety things, how is this any different?”

“You and your mom have the same quirk and therapy has helped you two” dad started “Your sister doesn’t have the same quirk to body part association. How do you contain a fire that water doesn’t douse nor can be snuffed out? I want to help, I know how much she wants to live a normal life.”

“Leave it to me then” I said confidently “Lili isn’t here to do a girl talk, but I’m here to do a big brother support conversation! Maybe I’ll break through to her, who knows?”

“If you feel like it will help” Dad smiled “then go and talk to her. I’ll be down here making lunch.”

I make my way to the girls room. Before I could even knock, I heard her deep and heavy sobs. It was unsettling as I’ve never heard her sob like this. I knock on the door.

“Can I come in?”

“No”

“Why?”

“I don’t wanna talk about things!”

“I don’t wanna talk” I shake my bag of snacks “I just wanna share cheetos with my little sister.”

“...what kind of cheetos?”

“Hot con límon.”

“...okay you may enter.”

I open the door to see Hanaka in a blanket burrito, mouth and nose peeking out. Trying not to laugh at the sight, I sit next to her bed on the floor and open the bag of cheetos. I float them between us so she could get some without reaching too far. We just sat there in silence for a while until she spoke up.

“Iwa, do you think I’m a bad person?”

I look over to see her face peeking out “No.”

“Do you think anybody would love me? Romantically?”

Oh its that kind of conversation “I believe there’s somebody for everybody.”

“It’s just that, I confessed to somebody and they said so many mean things” her lips started to quiver “Like I’m weird looking, my quirks are weird, that my fire quirk makes it so it burns to hold my hand and who would want to love me if they can’t hold my hand.”

“Well that’s rude! They should’ve just said no and be on their way!” I never wanted to punch a child so much in my life.

“What was worse was that all his friends were there to laugh at me and it attracted more kids to poke fun at me” Hanaka got teary eyed “And I just couldn’t take it, I got all shakey and just combusted into flames. The flames were strong enough to set the play yard on fire. Nobody got hurt but it was still scary.”

“Nobody helped you afterwards?”

“Tensei, Petti and Kyanka covered me until a teacher came” she wiped her tears with the blanket “But I caused so much trouble and it really upset the people in the office. They called me a bad kid and that it wouldn’t surprise them if I became a villain.”

Oh hell no, that school is on my hit list for saying something like that to a child! “Fuck that school! You know what Hanaka, you’re not a bad kid, okay? And you are capable of love and people love you back, do you think Tensei and your friends would do that if they didn’t love you?”

Hanaka sniffed “No...”

“Would you do the same for them if their quirk got out of hand?”

“Yeah! Of course I would!” she responded passionately “I’m their best friend, and friends don’t let friends do things alone!”

“See?! You’re not a bad kid, you love your friends and family” I encouraged her “You can worry about romantic love later, the one will come around soon enough. Right now just focus on school work and being a good friend.”

Hanaka loosened the grip she had on the blanket so it unfurled around her “I guess that does make me feel a bit better” she brought her knees up to her chest “But now I don’t even know if I’m going back to that school. Mommy got really upset like you did at the school office that she’s fighting with the school officials.”

“Wow, good on mom to stand up for you!” I gave props “I’d do the same. But lets not worry about that and trust in mom to make the right move. So, lets change the subject! What’s new?”

Hanaka blew her nose and disposed of her now highly flammable tissue “Uhhh, I made a new friend. Which so happens to be the daughter of one of mom and dad’s hero classmates.”

“Oh that’s tea, who?!” I was intrigued by that second part.

“Her dad is ‘Can’t Stop Twinkling’ the Sparkling Hero” she explained “She was the new girl at school this year and she’s just like me and the girls!”

Her usual giddy self came back, warming my heart “And what’s that?”

“We hate our hero dads, love shopping and wanna be goth” she grabbed her phone to show me her lock screen “See? That’s us right before that juice stand behind us caught on fire.”

“Did you-”

“I don’t think I was responsible for that fire” she clarified “We booked it just in case anyone wanted to pin it on me. BUT look at us!”

I squint at the lock screen picture “There’s glare on your friend’s face.”

“That’s her quirk, don’t be rude!” she scolded me “She’s so luminescent that it hurts to look at her sometimes, and in pictures she’s always glared out. But we put her next to Petti in pictures to offset the light and take a decent one.”

“I’m glad you made a new friend! Has she been to the house?”

“Yup, she’s not yet used to the spicy food we eat though” Hanaka stifled a giggle “Her dad says that she was born and raised in France. He brought her over here because the schools in Japan are better and the hero work is abundant.”

“Can’t wait to meet them”

“Lets see during graduation season” she started then her phone pinged “Oop that’s the group chat, they’re sending their concern memes.”

Before I could take a peek at her phone, Tensei busts in. Which was weird because he ALWAYS knocks.

“Rosa! Okay, okay, okay” he said quickly before calming down a little “I did...a thing...wait- Iwa? When did you get home?”

“I got here late morning but whats the haps lil bro?” I asked “You look like you landed in a trash heap.”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that happened” he said closing the door behind him and locking it “But back to the thing I did. PLEASE don’t tell mom and dad! Because I’m still very fresh from the thing I did and I’m still processing it.”

“Okay just spill it” Hanaka was getting annoyed “You keep saying thing like you don’t know other words! What thing did you do on your sleep over with the boys?”

“This” he lifted his shirt up to his chest, revealing a belly button piercing.

I was shocked, so shocked that I dropped the bag of cheetos that I was floating. Tensei is this good boy image with a punk-like personality. To see this rebellious side to him made me proud in a way. He looks the most like our dad but with a darker skin tone, so I guess this is his baby step into his true self. Hanaka was so shocked that the waste basket contents caught on fire.

“What the- where in Japan did you go to get pierced?” Hanaka asked genuinely “Those jewelry places don’t let you get one without adult permission if you’re under 16.”

“Don’t get mad, but one of my band members has a cousin that’s a tattoo artist and does piercings at the place they work at” Tensei started to get red faced “Sooo I showed him that I could fix his little barbel piercings for free when the boys and I walked into his shop for fun... And he gave me this as payment.”

“Tensei! You got this i l l e g a l l y?!” I harshly whispered “Why did you agree to it?”

“Yeah! It’s not like you to do those things” Hanaka scowled in concern “What’s gotten into you lately? Ever since you came back from Nationals, you’ve been acting different.”

Tensei pulled down his shirt and sighed “I’m sick of being praised of being as good and law abiding like dad. I’m nothing like him inside! I’m not some capri-wearing rectangle!” he huffed “I’m way cooler, smarter and talented then people give me credit for. I don’t need the signature quirk to make my way in this world! And I wanna change my image so people take me seriously...no more orderly Tensei, I wanna be anarchist Oro!”

Hanaka narrowed her eyes, like she was shooting needles into her twin’s soul “Is this because you lost and can’t accept the L?”

Tensei turned red and scrunched his nose “No! I’ve already grieved over that and took and L” he crossed his arms “Nationals was just a tiny part of the whole reason.”

“What?” I was lost in this timeline of events.

Hanaka leaned over to me and whispered “Tensei cost his team majorly on all his debates. So bad that the team barred him from going to more debates this season and has to prove himself all over again to get back in the top 3 teams at school.”

“Oof that’s some sad boi shit” I winced at the recap “It’s okay to still not be over that L, you don’t have to spiral like this.”

“Well it’s too late, I got the damn piercing already and planned the next one” Tensei took a deep breath “I’ve been wanting this for a while, to just rebrand and have respect as my own identity. Not some clone of my father or just be the ‘other’ Iida twin. But until I take the next few steps, please don’t tell our parents about this. I want to tell them myself when the time comes.”

“Okay sure” Hanaka and I agreed.

Tensei turned to open the door “Thanks guys, it means a lot to me that you support me.”

Man, things are getting crazy here! My sweet parents have to deal with this shit on their own and they deserve a vacation or the Nobel peace prize for being the most supportive during life disasters. Seriously! I didn’t see mom until the evening, she looked a little run down but I really wanted to talk to her.

“Hey mom” I announced myself as I entered the living room.

“Iwata! I’ve missed you so much” Mom said as she used her quirk to pull me in for a tight hug “You’re getting so big, I can hardly wrap my arms around you!”

“Missed you too” I hugged her back “I just really miss being home.”

“I bet, heard you did phenomenal at the last practice test” she smiled and caressed my face with her hand “Just like your mama back in the day. I’m so proud of you for using the good old distraction card! That’s what I was well known for, wildcard and distractions.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about” I sat up straight “I don’t know how things are going to get for the Labyrinth practice test. You took the practice and the evaluated one, what’s the winning combo?”

“What? hahaha” Mom laughed for a moment “There really isn’t a ‘winning combo’, just being well versed in fighting techniques. That’s where your uncle Jin didn’t get to the mid-point, he’s a genius and has good speed BUT he lacks impulsive/on the fly thinking. Everything has to be calculated to the T for him and if too many things has gone wrong in his thought out strategy, those seconds he takes thinking of a new plan can be the death of him.” She sighed into another chuckle “And your aunty Mimi! Boy, she’s an amazing weapons user and she NEVER misses. But in the exam, she didn’t make it past the 3rd stage because the stand off was with someone that erases quirks. She depended too much on her quirk for her gun wielding and she got out because of it.”

“So you did the opposite?”

“I used my critical thinking to get me though all the stages. The place were I used my quirks the most were at the end to win the fight with the mock villain” she leaned back and looked up at the ceiling “The rigorous training I did for basically a year got me to the point of not depending on my quirks until the very last resort. Remember Iwata, just because we can do anything without lifting a finger doesn’t mean we should ignore how able bodied we are. So I suggest do some more strength and endurance OH and you might need to do some breathing training too! Never know if you need to hold your breath for a certain amount of time.”

“That’s a lot to train on, kinda makes me feel like I didn’t do enough” I got self-conscience “I wanna do good in this one! Not because I want to make you proud, but for myself. Maybe passing this will spark something in me that’ll give me an idea about my destiny.”

“Oh sweet child of mine” Mom looked over to me lovingly “This test won’t give you any ideas on anything, trust me. Both times I had to go into intensive care to make sure I didn’t rupture my vial organs, thats how hard I went in. Just give it your all and just ride the wave that comes next.”

“Did you think you’d pass?”

Mom snickered “Nope! The second time was easier by a little bit but I just keep telling myself ‘whatever happens, happens’. I didn’t think passing would lead me to the agent position I’m at today! Same how I didn’t think that giving the class a cookie would lead to finding the love of my life. So don’t let the ‘what ifs’ rule your self-worth, life has a way of surprising you at the very last second.”

That made me feel better about things. I’m glad I decided to go home this weekend, because I know what to do now. 

-The next day, At Beizu’s house-

“...you still have this?” I said to Beizu as I was rummaging through his closet.

“Wha- oh that thing! Yea” he responded “You were my only friend in elementary school, so that graduation picture meant a lot to me.”

“Really? That’s why it’s framed” I looked closely at the picture of us holding hands “We look busted with all those missing teeth!”

“Don’t act like you didn’t cry every time you lost one” Beizu retorted back “Besides, it holds something more special to me...it was when I realized I loved you.”

I counted the years in my head “...damn, almost 6 years ago! Why so long?”

“I didn’t know if these were romantic feelings or not. And you did your own thing in middle school with band” he sighed and sat on the bed “I felt a little left behind and I tried really hard to stay in your interest. I wanted you to tell me I was yours, I didn’t care if that meant friend or lover” he turned red “It sounds silly now, but I was happy if you just said good morning or spent lunch with me.”

“Bei, you were always in my interest” I floated over to him “Nobody understood me like you did. You were never anything less than my best friend and it took some eye opening to see that we were basically lovers anyways.” I put my arm around his shoulders “Are you happy that we’ll basically wake up next to each other for the rest of our lives?”

“Are you kidding me?! It’s my dream come true!”

“Great! Just making sure” I kissed him bashfully “because I was getting ahead of myself and looking into apartments in Taito. We’ll be able to move in once I get possession of my inheritance money.”

“I don’t care if I have to wait until I’m on my death bed” he tackled me onto the bed “As long as I’m with you, anywhere is home.”

How everything was coming together nicely for us after UA. In between training and schoolwork, we looked at apartments online. Everyone was envious of us having things set afterwards, but to be honest, we only have an idea of things! We don’t know where exactly we’re going to work nor where to settle. It’s a bit bold to think our parents will give us work when we graduate. But I’m following my mom’s advice and just ‘riding the wave’ of what comes next.

-Fast forward, Mid October-

Beizu, Gee and I take advantage of the half-day of school by filling it with training in the disaster practice gym.

“Huh? The door is unlocked?” Gee said as she checked the door, key in hand “Did we come on the wrong day?”

“No, we have today reserved for us” Beizu pointed to the bulletin board next to the doors “See, we’re in the right.”

We walked on in and checked for anybody that straggled from the last session. But we found three people having banter on a rock.

“Remember the days of disaster training with sensei?!” said a familiar female voice.

“Ugh! Shut up or his ghost is gonna show up and bark at us to do wall sits” said another familiar male voice.

“Rich coming from someone that shat their pants the first time they shot a gun” shaded a Russian accent.

“Mom? Aunty and Uncle?” I spoke up as we got closer “What are you doing here? Aren’t you guys supposed to be agents today?”

“We came to interrogate the administrators here and since we finished early” Aunty Mimi explained “Your mom wanted to take a trip down memory lane. Back to the days of our youth.”

“Speak for yourself! I’m still nimble to go on a tussle like I did in high school” mom flexed her arms “They called me the sparring queen during my time here. I never lost a spar and I still maintain that streak.”

Uncle Jin rolled his eyes “Just because you still train like you’re gonna go to war! Bet you’ll get folded like an omelet if you did a one on one right now.”

“Alright bet!” Mom huffed at the challenge and pointed at me “Iwata, would you be a dear and spar mommy?”

“Oh shit your mom just challenged you” Gee gasped “What are you gonna do?”

“Fuckin fight I guess!” I said with my hands in the air “Let me stretch first though.”

Mom hopped and clapped “Yay! I’ll meet you in the circle in a bit sweetie.”

“Are- are they always like that?” Gee whispered to Beizu and I when the other three were out of earshot “I didn’t know your mom, aunt and uncle were so chummy with each other, like they’re teenagers.”

Beizu groaned into a sigh “All the time! You’re used to our aunt being on sensei mode when we do weapons class, but put them in the same room and they’re one bad decision away from throwing hands.”

“Don’t get us wrong! We love seeing them having fun” I say as I do my stretches “But when we get roped in, we don’t have the means to escape! And I can’t pass this up” I stretch my sides “I’ve NEVER sparred with my mom! She’s only quirk trained me but never the punchy stuff. I really want to see if I’m on par because we have the same quirk.”

We finally walked up to the sparring circle where the agent trio were still reminiscing.

“Ready to throw down nephew?” uncle Jin hyped me up “You’re in for the fight of your life!”

“Don’t scare him!” Mom scolded before dramatically pulling off her agent office uniform to reveal her two piece training clothes “I’d be shitting my pants if I had to fight my mom too. Your hype isn’t helping Jin.”

“Woah, your mom has an amazing physique!” gasped Gee, giving my mom the look over “And with the tattoos?! I can’t even tell if she gave birth to you. Man I hope to be that hot when I’m older.”

“I like your friend there Iwata, she knows what’s good” Mom said as she walked to the middle of the circle “Come now, step into the circle and show mommy what power my little baby boy can harness.”

I blushed hard as I walked up to her “Mom don’t coddle me in front of my team! So embarrassing!”

“Oop sorry baby!” she quickly covered her mouth “Force of habit!”

“Okay rules are first one to pin the other for the ten count is the winner. No weapons and no boundaries” Jin officiated “give the arm brace and assume the position.”

“What’s the arm brace? I only know about the bowing before starting” I whispered to my mom.

“Oh here, hold out your arm” she demonstrated then griped my tricep “now grip mine... there! This is how we show respect before an agent spar.”

I looked at our arms, then into her eyes. Those were the eyes of a woman that has 5 strategies ready to go to win. Those eyes has seen it all and isn’t afraid to do it all again. Wonder if she sees the anxiety in mine? I didn’t have the time to ponder these thoughts, the spar started and she didn’t let up. Immediately I felt the sting of a slap on my face, followed by the whoosh of her movement. What scared me a bit was that the whole time is was silent. Not a single grunt and her breathing was controlled, like she was conserving her energy. She dodged all of my attacks but didn’t land a single attack on me.

“Tired?” asked Mom as I stood to catch my breath.

“I can still fight” I wiped my forehead “hit me mom!”

The smirk that spread on her face was so wicked, I regretted my life because I just played into her trap.

“As you wish mijo!” Mom bellowed as she levitated herself up, followed by pistons jutting out of her body “Nothing personal Iwata” she pointed her palm at me, piston charging with energy “Mama isn’t ready to lose.”

And like the dumb ass I am, I charged right at her with my palm piston. And at the very last second...she grabbed me by the wrist with her other hand to seismic toss me onto the ground. I felt the weight of her foot on my back and knew that I was done for. My arm was locked and I was too tired to get back up, I saw uncle Jin’s feet near me.

“...8, 9, 10!” uncle Jin finished counting down “Winner is our undefeated Queen of Spars, Agent 19!”

“See? Told you I still got it!” She picked me up like when I was child “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No I’m okay” I responded to ease her worried tone “But I played right into your trap! You tired me out on purpose and edged me on to strike so I could lock my dominate arm. So simple but effective!”

Mom giggled “You’re so smart! I have a wicked high stamina and my quirk is amplified the more tired I am. So either way, my enemy isn’t leaving unscathed.”

“Wow! You’re absolutely incredible Mrs Iida!” fawned Gee “What else should we study before the test?”

“Just endurance and critical thinking” Mom responded “it’s that simple really. Wish the answer was more thought provoking or full of wisdom.” She looked at her watch “Well it was fun kids but we have to head back to our office to do all that boring office agent stuff.”

“Okay, bye mom! Bye Uncle and Aunty!” I chimed as I waved.

We watched them leave via portal and we continued with our training. I take the critical thinking part more seriously knowing that my mom applied it our spar. But I really don’t know if I’m going about it right! She makes it seem so easy and I wish I was at her level of super genius, big brain strategy.

-Day of Labyrinth practice exam-

“Bei, I’m shitting myself” I say as I finish suiting up “I’m so nervous that I just might anxiety shit myself.”

“That’s not a thing Iwa and you know it” Beizu responded as he finished lacing up his boots “Everything is going to go well! Watch, we’ll all pass and without intensive care afterwards.”

“I hope you’re right” I smiled at him “kiss me good luck?”

Beizu hopped and put his arms around my neck “Okay, one kiss. Then we go in the waiting chamber.”

Sooooo, things were not going well. Gee croaked at level 3 and Beizu didn’t even make it into the doors of the 5th level! He spent too much of his energy in level 4 that he passed out on the moving platform on the way to the next level. Now it’s up to me and I tried really hard not to tire myself out. I see where Gee failed in level 3, there was fast moving projectiles and she isn’t the fastest. Everything was going alright until the 5th level, my quirk stopped working and I panicked. There was nothing in the room and the exit door was locked. I had to think fast, what would I do if my siblings locked me in a room?

“Oh? Feeling trapped?” taunted someone that came into view “You can’t leave until you defeat me! But what is a quirkless agent going to do?!”

“I don’t need quirks” I reach for my gun and cock it “You really wanna fuck with me? I’m a child, WITH A FUCKING GUN! HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?!”

The person was visibly nervous “Psh! I’ve seen plenty of gun fights!” they started to fumble their words “Come on, shoot me!”

“Naw, don’t feel like shooting you” I aim at the light fixtures on the ceiling “Eat broken light bulb BITCH!”

The lights went out and the sound of broken glass hitting the ground was oddly satisfying. I check to see I could use my quirks again and surely, I started floating. Once the door beeped to signal the level cleared, I made my dash to the next level before the final level. Next level wasn’t too hard, at least not for me, I knew how to swim and hold my breath for longer than 2 minutes. That would’ve sucked for anyone that didn’t know how to swim, gotta hand it to my mom for teaching all of us how to swim when we were kids. I get to the rescue part of the final level and it was fine until the ‘villain’ showed themselves.

“Not so fast agent! You’re forgetting someone important” said the villain as they walked into view.

“Nice try villain, all 8 hostages are safe and accounted for in rescuers care” I said smugly as I raised my gun at them “Lets make this quick.”

“I think you’ll want to put your gun down” the villain revealed someone tied up in a cage “You wouldn’t want to hurt my favorite prisoner.”

“Iwata, don’t shoot...please” said the hostage weakly.

I looked at the hostage closer and it’s...mom? That didn’t seem right to me. This person sounded like her and looks like her from the face. In fact, the whole room changed too! I was under some sort of illusion quirk and I didn’t want to risk shooting something that might cost me points. So I lowered my gun and started to scheme.

“Aww you don’t want to hurt mommy?” taunted the villain “To think that the hot shot agent, grown weak and aged terribly! Do something momma’s boy! Don’t you want to be a big shot agent like mommy? Or are you just as weak as she is?!”

I get an idea “Oye mama, tengo hambre!”

“What-” whispered the villain in panic.

“Que vas a cocinar hoy? Un pozole o taquitos?” I kept going, knowing that I threw the ultimate curve ball in this plan.

“I don’t understand you sweetie” responded fake mom “I’m so weak from my fight, that I lost.”

“That’s okay mommy” I smiled calmly “Will you sing me my favorite song? You’re never too tired to sing!”

“ENOUGH!” cried out the villain “make one wrong move, and I’ll kill her!” she took out a dagger.

“Okay then, fine” I stood completely still with my hands on my hips, ready to do plan B “I won’t move then.”

The villain was super confused on my erratic actions. But it was working because they started to pull back the illusion in the room. Once I saw the door, I knew that victory was in reach.

“We can stand here all day” said the villain bringing the dagger closer to fake mom’s throat “But think about your poor mother’s health! Do you really want her death on your conscience?”

“...any second now” I warned before I gave a content smile “You underestimate me villain! I’m not my mother, I am me! And I have a secret bio-weapon that I’ve just released into the room.”

“A bio-weapon?” the villain looked around frantically “I don’t- oh my- WHAT’S THAT HORRID STENCH?!”

I look at fake mom slowly fade and I knew that I was in the clear. The villain fell to their knees and vomited.

“Eat taser WHORE!” I said right before tasering them and put them in cuffs “do more research on our family next time and maybe this would’ve been a challenge!”

“LABYRINTH PRACTICE TEST CONCLUDED, AGENT 88 HAS CLEARED AND PASSED.”

The doors opened and I walked through to see my teammates, sensei and the test proctors waiting for me at the end of the hall.

“That was amazing!” cried out Gee “We saw everything on the proctor’s panels. How did you know that wasn’t your mom?”

“The person in the cage looked like my mom from the face but my mom is more petite,” I took my visor off “The one in the cage looked taller and didn’t have the big butt and thighs like my mom has.”

“Yo that spanish speaking was the biggest wildcard!” Beizu complimented “You knew that the villain had to break at that vital detail that they didn’t know. And that last line, chef’s kiss.”

“Aw shucks guys, I’m latino and can’t help but to be dramatic about it” I start blushing and acted coy “Kinda wish the illusion was more convincing though.”

“What was that ‘bio-weapon’ you released that made the villain basically pass out?” asked sensei “You don’t have the quirk that can do that.”

“Oh I farted” I confessed shamelessly “I’ve been holding that one in since I started the test...I also suggest decontaminating that room, my farts spread quickly and linger.”

Everyone but Beizu got visibly disgusted. Doesn’t matter because I passed and I can’t wait to tell my parents that I farted my way to victory. Nothing can stop me right now, I’m all the way up.

-Chapter 15, end-

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Be Here With Me

In which Harry is home physically but his head is somewhere else..... get ready for some major angst/ fluff. 

You had gotten into a fight. Not a throwing plates and stomping up the stairs fight, but a big fight none the less. Harry had gotten back from tour a month ago and up until this week you guys had been relatively okay. Sure you might have gotten a little frustrated with the way he never placed his shoes in the right spot or the way he would always take a phone call while you two were having dinner, but those things were small enough that you could overlook them. Harry’s new workaholic lifestyle, however, you couldn’t overlook. Harry had always been the kind of person that constantly had to be doing something. Being in One Direction was great for him as he was constantly on the move- not spending more than maybe a couple of weeks at home a year. Even when they went on hiatus Harry tried to keep himself occupied with not only his solo music but also Dunkirk. After the first tour, he slowed down a bit by waiting almost a full year and a half before releasing a second album (much to the fans dislike), but once that tour was all over he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

The first week off he spent it with his family (mainly Anne). Therein Chesire, he spent nearly the first four days asleep, waking up only to eat a sandwich for lunch and then going back to sleep. You spent that week working double shifts so that you could go on vacation with him the week after. Harry had surprised you for your birthday with a week-long trip to the Italian countryside. You spent the week eating cannolis and lasagna while Harry showed you the beautiful areas where he shot his Gucci campaign years ago. You loved every minute of the trip and you had never felt closer to him. Every night the two of you would climb onto the roof of the small cottage you were renting and would lay there under the stars. As you laid wrapped up in his arms Harry would whisper all the amazing things he loved about you. The trip was magical which made it all the more difficult to get back into a routine. One, that for the first time in six months, actually included Harry- well kind of. 

It was now week six of Harry being home and you were losing your mind. Harry had decided to stay at your flat for the past two weeks which was great. You loved coming back home after a long day at the hospital to him sitting on your small ripped up couch, glasses perched on his nose as he wrote vigorously in his journal. You loved the way his nose crinkled when he focused too hard or the way he would shake his leg up and down whenever he felt anxious about something. Those cute habits, however, became fewer and fewer as the phone calls increased. Now you would walk in and find Harry hunched over a laptop while he talked with Jeff or Ben on speaker. 

You had just finished a twelve-hour shift late on a Friday night when you walked into your flat to see Harry animately talking on the phone.

“Yeah, I agree. I think we should try and get a good eighty tour dates this time around.” Harry stated as he swiveled on one of your kitchen stools. You dropped your bag by the front door before walking up to Harry to give him a quick peck on the cheek. He turned towards you and gave you a small smile before mouthing a quick hello and turning back to his screen. 

Sluggishly you began to gather the ingredients to make pasta for dinner. It was nearly 11pm and all you could think of doing right now was curling up in bed with Harry, but the grumbling of your stomach wouldn’t stop. As you began to put the pasta in the boiling water Harry spoke up again.

“Yeah, I think we should try and start the third record as soon as possible. I’m thinking maybe this time instead of Jamaica I could go to Japan to get some inspiration... yeah I don’t have anything planned yet but I got a couple of ideas. Ok so I’ll come in tomorrow and we can try and schedule the 80 tour dates for next fall? Ok, yeah so let's try and get that all sorted in the next couple of days. Wonderful, thank you, Jeff. Bye” Harry stated as he ended the call.

You refuse to look at him. You had been waiting to spend the next couple of months with Harry since he got back. He had been away for so long that you had started to forget the little things you use to do together. The walks in the park down the street, the trips to the bookshop on the other side of town that had the cute little coffee shop, the lazy days curled up in bed. God did you miss it. You weren’t sure if it was the long day at work or the idea of Harry leaving you again, but your eyes began to water. You abandoned the pasta and turned off the stove as you attempted to calm yourself by taking deep breaths with little success. Your first tear began to fall as you heard Harry get up from his seat and walk towards you.

“Hello love, how was your day today?” He asked, placing a kiss to your temple as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. 

“It was... fine. How was yours?” you replied with a tremble in your voice. 

“Love, are you ok?” Harry asked cautiously as he turned you to face him. 

You quickly wiped at the tears in your eyes and kept your head down.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it” you mumble as you bring your sleeve up one last time to wipe your nose as you sniffle.

Harry carefully grasps your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger and carefully tilts your head up to look at him. His piercing green eyes looked at you as worry line began to form on his forehead.

“I’m going to worry if my darling is crying. What’s wrong?” he asked as he ran his thumb up and down the side of your cheek. 

You shook your head quickly and took a step back from hand. Wrapping your arms around yourself you took another deep breath to keep your tears at bay. 

“You’re leaving, I’m losing you” you whispered softly as you stared down at the floor.

“What do you mean I’m leaving? I’m right here (y/n)” he questioned as he stepped closer to you, causing you to back away more until your back hit the counter.

“You’re going to leave to Japan an-and I’m never going to see you. And then you’re going to go on tour again fo-for god knows how long and you’ll forget about me and then we’re going to fight about it and I-I I don’t want to do that. We’re already so distant and you’re here with me and it will only ge-get worse when you leave so I-” you rambled as the tears flowed freely down your face.

Harry quickly wrapped his arms around your trembling frame.

“Shh love, breathe for me, yeah? Big deep breath. There we go. You’re okay, we’re okay. I’m not leaving yet, just a small meeting tomorrow with Jeff. Not going anywhere yet. Look at me, I’m right here, okay?” he interjected as buried his face into your neck.

“But you’re not here Harry, at least not with me. Besides the trip to Italy which was magical and amazing, you’re not here. You’re constantly working or on the phone and I get it, I do! It’s your job and you love it, but I feel like we're growing apart because of it. When was the last time we went and did something together that wasn’t music related? I just I....” you added softly as Harry ran his hands up and down your back. 

“I know, I know its been tough, but were strong, yeah? We made it six months apart we can make it through anything. I’ll take you wherever you want to go. You can come to Japan with me? We can get away from the world together” he suggested as you shook your head.

“Harry you know I can’t do that even if I wanted too. I need my job in order to pay for this flat and support myself” you spoke.

“I’ll support you. I’ve told you I would a million times before. I can show you tokyo and you can come on tour and-”

“Harry that’s not the point. I don’t want to quit my job. I love my job and I refuse to have you pay for me. I already feel guilty enough when you buy me things and I refuse to carry more of that burden” you answered. 

“Love I don’t know what you want for me to do... I have an obligation to the fans, to the label, to the people I employ to go on tour and make music. Maybe you can come for a bit or I can schedule in more breaks than the first one and we can-” he insisted as you looked up at him in frustration before groaning.

“Harry you’re not listening to me. I can’t just uproot my life and follow you around the world and quite frankly I don’t think I would even if I could. You know if I went I spend all my time alone in hotel rooms and tour buses while you’re recording and performing and I can’t do that. I can’t spend the next six months away from you again having to plan our every interaction weeks in advance just to get a three-minute facetime call before work. Its physically and emotionally draining and I-” you expressed as Harry interrupted.

“So you just want to give up? Is that it. Is this your way of breaking up with me because if it is I-” Harry began to state angrily as you shook your head, tears falling harder than before.

“That’s not what I want. I want us to be us again, but I don’t know how to do that anymore with you thousands of miles away all the time. It’s not health Harry. I love you, god do I love you, but you’ve been home six weeks and I’ve barely seen you and your sleeping in my own flat! What is it going to be like when you're away? I can’t go back to that stress and loneliness again” you pleaded as you turn your back to him.

“(Y/n), love, don’t shut me out. Talk to me” he pleaded, his voice cracking ever so slightly. 

You begin to bite your lip harshly as you turn to face him. The two of you stare at each other as Harry cautious walks towards you. 

“Stop that, you’re going to hurt yourself love” he whispered as he carefully used his right thumb to release your lower lip from your teeth. Just as he was about to speak again you spoke.

“I need a break... I... we need a break. I need some space to-to get myself together... We should learn to... I need some space. I have to learn how to live without you for a bit. Find out who I am without. I-” you professed as Harry vigorously shook his head and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“You don’t have to do this- we don’t have to do this. We can work around this small bump it's going to be okay. I love you more than anything and I can’t imagine my world without you” he murmured into your neck as his tears dripped down your collarbone. 

The two of you stood there in the kitchen in silence, the only sound coming from Harry’s sobs and your sniffles. Cautiously you ran your hands through his hair in an attempt to sooth his sobs. Carefully you lifted his head from your neck and held his face in your hands. His eyes were glossy and his face blotchy as you wiped the few tears that were left. 

“I think we should finish this tomorrow when we have clearer heads, ok? I’m going to go to bed. The guest room is made if you want to stay, but I think some space is good for right now. Does that sound ok?” you sniffled as he cautiously nodded and placed a long kiss to your forehead.

“Ok love. I love you” he whispered hoarsely with a small smile. 

“I love you too H” you replied before giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek and entering your room, closing the door behind you... 

*4 Hours Later...*

You had been tossing and turning in your bed since the minute you laid down and you knew that at this rate you weren’t going to get any sleep before your sixteen-hour shift tomorrow.

Your body was exhausted, but your brain wouldn’t let you fall asleep. You kept replaying the argument over in your heads. Sure you didn’t know how to fix the distance issues and the feelings of loneliness, but was not having Harry at all any better? You began to think about all of the memories you and Harry had made since you started over a year ago from your trip to Mallorca to the Christmas dinner at his mom’s house. You remember the little things like the look of pure shock when you surprised him on tour or the cheeky smile he gives you as you squint your eyes in an attempt to read your new book because you refuse to use glasses. You remember your road trip to Sussex and the night the two of you danced backstage at a Fleetwood Mac concert without a care or worry in the world. You remember when he brought you into the studio and nervously played you the album from start to finish which ended with you being a sobbing mess because of how amazing it was. You remember him consoling you when one of your favorite patients died or when your father got sick. All the memories flooded you in waves and as you began to cry once again as you realized that you really couldn’t live without Harry anymore. He had become such a big part of you over the past year and you weren’t willing to give him up. 

Cautiously you slid the covers down your body and sat up on your bed. You walked slowly towards your guest room and carefully knocked on the door. When you didn’t hear a reply you cautiously opened the door and poked your head in. There you found Harry wide awake staring at you in the dark. 

“Hey” you whispered quietly as you closed the door behind you. 

“Hey” he replied back as he shifted over in the bed and patted the space next to him. 

You gradually walked across the room to the bed and curled up under the covers. Harry carefully slid down next to you a quietly wrapped his arm around your waist, your head landing on his chest. He kissed the crown of your head as tears unintentionally slipped from your eyes. 

“I don’t want to lose you. Can’t live without you” you mumble into his chest as he squeezes your side and runs his other hand through your hair.

“Never going to lose me, darling. You’re stuck with me for the long haul. Couldn’t imagine going through life without you by my side. Would be devastating” he reassured as he wiped away your tears.

“I love you so much” you replied back as you left delicate kisses across his collar bone.

“I love you too, petal... I canceled my meeting with Jeff. Want you to be there too, but I already told him I was going to take a longer break this time. Called you in sick to work tomorrow too, hope you don’t mind. Was hoping we could maybe spend the day together here? Ordered that book you’ve been meaning to read, should be here in the morning. I could make my famous pancakes and we could spend the day snuggling? That sound good?” he asked. 

You nodded your head and gave his body a tight squeeze. 

“Sounds perfect, H. Thank you. I’m sorry about before I just-”

“Shhh. Don’t worry about it. Everythings going to be alright. We're going to work as a team and figure it out as we go. Try and get some sleep now, love. Everything is going to be ok” he reassured as he ran his arms up and down, lulling you to sleep. 

Harry was determined to fix everything and you were determined to never let him go. You knew then that the two of you would mend your bond just fine...

I KNOW ITS BEEN A REALLY LONG TIME AND IM SO SORRY! I have literally been swamped with work all semester but luckily I only have 2 weeks left and then these will get more regular. If you have any requests (literally any) please please please send them in and I’ll try and write them as soon as I can. I hope you all enjoy!

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it’s your extension (let me extend) 6/6

sabo climbs into the backseat, and shanks squints at him from the rearview mirror.

“isn’t that ace’s?” he asks, gesturing to the cord wrapped around sabo’s wrist.

he looks down at it, humming. “i’m just holding onto it.”

-

sabo can’t sleep that night.

he feels like he’s missing something, and it keeps him up.

he wanders into the kitchen the next morning, eyes dry and red, and makino looks at him with concern. she gets up from her place at the table for two, letting sabo sit across from shanks.

“you look terrible,” he notes.

sabo hums, not enough energy mustered to form a snarky comeback.

“you . . are going to do great today!” shanks says next, switching tactics when he notices makino’s stare from the sink. “fuck those people from yesterday. today you’ve got this!”

he heads off before too long, leaving sabo at the table alone. makino heads out too, leaving sabo to watch micah while she worked her day shift. not that he minded. he was there for the week, and this was the least he could do.

he switches with shanks around midday, and comes back to the redhead in the exact spot he’d left him.

“how’d it go?” shanks asks, and sabo’s lips quirk down.

“i picked a more competitive career than i thought,” he mutters.

he crashes for a few hours and wakes up as the sun is setting, mind still set on something he can’t seem to remember.

he doesn’t sleep again.

early, the next morning, sabo decides he’s had enough. he gets out of bed, giving up on sleep, and turns on his desk lamp.

makino is in the kitchen. she looks tired. she doesn’t look surprised to find sabo there, messing with the old coffeemaker. instead of questioning, she pulls out two mugs and a carton of eggs. 

sabo fills up both and takes one back to his room, closing the door softly. he sets it at his desk, and a minute later he’s hefting all twenty of his notebooks right next to it.

sabo’s never really read through his logs. there’s never been a need. he’s never forgotten.

but there’s a gap. one he hadn’t noticed until now.

and he hates forgetting.

so he steels himself, divides the stack in two to see the light, and begins flipping through the first notebook before the sun has thought to rise for the day.

he’s a third of the way through notebook nine when he pauses, hand going through the motions to flip the page and freezing, and he peels it back to still find something unusual written, uncertain now that it wasn’t his tired mind trying to pull a trick on him.

he marks the page and rises from his seat, digging around until he finds an old sketchbook, all but one of the pages ripped from the spiral, stacked loosely inside.

it’s the one attached that he’s interested in.

“who are you,” he mumbles, reading the sprawling script, near covering the entire page, aloud. 

“quit writing in my sketchbook.”

“surely one page is fine.”

he pauses, continues, voice picking up, heart rate steadily increasing.

“this isn’t a dream, y’know.”

his coffee has gone cold, so he sets it on the corner of the old wood, not willing to get up and leave his reading to warm it.

he’s missing days in the notebook. well, he is. they’re there, after a spell. just in a different handwriting, a different format. 

he has trouble reading them, at first, because it’s very hard to process. but the more he does, the more dread and wonder pool in his stomach, as he realizes the impossibilities of him doing this to himself, playing some sort of trick years in the making. this person, this ace, was undeniably different, and was taking control of sabo’s life every other day.

sabo’s notes weren’t very interesting, usually. it was either long, unending paragraphs ranting or rambling about the day, or neat, precise notes for more uneventful times. but, after ace started leaving entries, sabo’s changed.

he still wrote for the sake of logging, yes, but now the margins were filled. certain things, reminders for tests or important events, were more bolded and circled, easy to catch. like that was the point, to get someone to notice. he finds himself reading the notes more closely than his own entries.

please set my alarm from now on. at least three of them. preferably all five.

quit writing all over my face!! i get it!

i finished that report. just print it out and bring it, please.

sorry if you wake up tired. had a long night.

yeah, sorry. here’s the password.

if i have to scrub ink from my face one more time i swear ace portgas i will take permanent marker to your eyebrows.

let’s make this easier for ourselves. if we write about what we did when we switch, it won’t matter that we weren’t there. we’ll be all caught up for the next day.

we didn’t switch again.

sabo blinks. he turns to the next page, again met by his own handwriting.

we still haven’t switched. i’ve been drawing, what i could remember. it’s funny, i just realized today that i don’t even know where he lives. somewhere in japan, in the corvo mountains. but it’s a big mountain range. there are a lot of settlements. i draw everything i can remember. the old vending machine out near the high school. the view of the mountains from the lake’s shore. the inside of garp’s craft room. my calls still aren’t going through. i try and convince myself that the number’s not wrong, but every time i try again, it ends the same. i tried texting, but it didn’t send. 

it’s weird. after that night, after i finally convinced myself how i felt, that i really    well.

and then it all stopped. like it really was a dream. except, i still have his cord. i wear it all the time, like i’m afraid it’ll disappear too, if i leave it alone for too long. i can’t lose it. i can’t lose anything else.

i don’t want to believe i’ve lost him, either.

the next entry he finds worth to note is only a sentence long. it’s the shortest one he’s ever seen. 

i’m going to find him tomorrow.

he turns the page. the next entry is marked a few days after that, after he’d come home, apparently. if he ever left at all.

he bites on his lip, moving the page corner between his fingers, flipping back and forth as if the missing entries would magically appear.

he sighs after they don’t, leaning back in his chair and throwing his head back.

out his window, through the blinds, it’s lighter. he blinks tiredly at it, trying to process this fact.

muffled crying from further in the apartment breaks his train of thought. sabo sits up, leans over the desk, and grabs the coffee cup, intent on refilling it before he read through the other half of the stack.

as he’s standing, though, his gaze falls to his wrist, and his feet fall still. he stares.

the red cord from the other night is still wrapped around his arm.

-

sabo meets robin one day for coffee, because she’s in the city by chance, and he’s looking for something to do.

he’d already had coffee that morning, but he definitely wasn’t passing up the chance for more.

makino had turned the machine off on him after his fourth cup, and even as she left to take micah on a walk, he hadn’t the courage to turn it back on.

shanks had woken up and walked in on him still mulling over his notebooks, this time with the added bonus of all his sketches laid out across his desk. he’d quietly closed the door after seeing sabo had spend yet another night without any sleep, and left for work soon after.

sabo slips into a loose jacket, attempts to flatten his hair that had been ruffled through in his earlier musing, and drains half a bottle of water in hopes of clearing the more gaunt part of his expression.

he thinks it maybe does. somewhat. robin doesn’t bother to mention it, so he doesn’t think about it anymore.

instead, halfway through their light conversation about life as they trekked through the city, he thinks about something else. he casts glances down to his wrist, where the cord was tied, leaning against his coffee cup. robin stops talking and he finally looks up to her questioning gaze. he feels like he’s missed a cue to respond, but instead of trying to figure it out, he throws one back at her.

“hey. when we worked together, did i ever . . . mention an ace portgas?”

robin’s eyes narrow, and she hums, still walking forward. “wasn’t that who you went to go find, that one summer?”

he turns his eyes back to their path, thinking it over. it synced up. so she knew about his trip, the one missing from notebook number nine. entirely.

“did i find him?” he asks, almost scared of his own voice.

“you found fuusha,” robin answers, not the one he wanted, but an answer nonetheless.

sabo gets home and rips his desk drawer open, taking out all the articles on fuusha and lying them across his desk.

they don’t all fit, so he lies them across the floor instead, taking time to examine each of them.

he reads them all carefully, about the comet, about the crash, about the evacuation. fuusha was nestled in the corvo mountains, so it matched up. 

wait.

he purses his lips, stands so fast he trips and nearly tumbles over, gripping the back of his desk chair. he swipes notebook nine from the desk, moves to sit back on the floor, and rifles through the pages. there.

by the time your date is over, you’ll be able to see the comet.

the date was the same as miran comet, though the years were different. his eyebrows slant. that was odd. something still wasn’t adding up.

he stands again, another fleeting thought passing through.

“makino,” he mumbles just inside the kitchen doorway.

she looks up, turning away from micah in the highchair.

“can i get luffy monkey’s address?”

this was crazy.

sabo sighs, dropping his hand away from the door for the fourth time. he couldn’t knock. what was he even thinking, coming here? sure, these were the only people from fuusha he knew, but he didn’t really even known them. he’d greeted garp in passing, he’d seen his son once, and he hadn’t even met luffy, that night.

but. he did know the other brother. sort of. at least, he had some connection with him, now.

he drops his raised arm again. but! there were over one thousand people living in fuusha, back before the comet hit! even if they could help him, would they even know the person sabo had been switching bodies with?

he raises his arm before he can think of another excuse to walk off the porch.

the door opens as he’s reaching to knock.

sabo startles back, the door swinging open all the way. a scruffy head of black hair greets him, the boy nearly a whole head shorter than him still bent over to stuff on a pair of shoes. his head raises as he attempts to step forward, finding sabo in his way. he’s met with a wide pair of eyes.

sabo tries to smile, but he’s nervous now, and he doesn’t think he does a very good job. “uh, hi,” he begins. “luffy, right?”

“luffy” picks his hand out of the back of his shoe, letting the leg fall to the ground as he straightens to full height. “yeah. who’re you, though?”

sabo nearly slaps himself. of course. he didn’t even- “i’m sabo.” he offers his hand. “i was here the other night, for your graduation party.”

luffy doesn’t take sabo’s hand, but he stares at it for a long time. he realizes it’s the hand he has the braided cord wrapped around. “oh, that’s-”

“my brother’s,” luffy finishes, looking back up. there’s a new light in his eyes. “you said your name was sabo, right?”

“yeah.” he nods. “is, um. is your brother here?”

a wide smile slowly begins to form on luffy’s face. “no. but i can tell you where he will be.”

-

[ 6:23 ] ill b home late

[ 6:24 ] you have your key?

[ 6:24 ] yeah

[ 6:27 ] Then i won’t wait up

[ 6:28 ] Take care of yourself

sabo sets his phone facedown, his lips quirking up. he feels around his pockets to make sure he has his key, not wanting to give makino anymore worry. he settles down again when he finds it, fingers pressing into the cool metal.

outside, it starts snowing.

sabo watches it, gaze fixed on the large windows he’s sat in front of. there’s a drink in front of him, steam wafting up. his phone vibrates again.

he picks it up as the tingling bell signals the door opening. the passing conversation catches his attention, though.

“lighten up, kidd. this will be the last one, i swear!”

“you said that the last time.”

sabo sets his phone back down. he tries not to stare, but as they order at the counter, then turn to find a table, he can’t help but watch the pair. he’s certain he’s never seen them before. at least, he doesn’t recognize them. but that name . .

“i just want this wedding to be perfect,” the girl mutters, sat close enough to where sabo can hear. 

“i know, lami,” kidd says, ducking forward. the name strikes sabo, again. lami. and kidd. 

his eyes narrow. he turns back to the window.

it’s still snowing.

he hikes up his scarf at the thought of venturing out into it, phantom goosebumps rising on his covered skin. his eyes watch as people walk by, the streets still relatively crowded for the hour, considering it was a weekday.

he takes a sip from his drink, content on people-watching.

“-like from fuusha?”

his ears prick as they catch on to the word, and he inclines his head slightly to hear the conversation behind him.

“no. maybe? i . . i don’t know.” a sigh. “i think i just miss it, y’know? it’s that time of year and all.”

sabo blinks, and then his eyes catch on a figure coming across the street. he bends forward, catches sight of dark, mused hair beneath a hood, freckles lined on tanned skin-

the door opens and he reaches out, having chosen the seat nearest to it for a reason. his hand snags in black fabric, right at the elbow, and he holds tight. 

the door closes again and sabo looks up, seeing the surprised look just moving off of luffy’s brother’s face, replaced by something more knowing, like he knew exactly who sabo was.

or, his mind supplies, luffy just told him.

he turns to face sabo and the blond releases his sleeve, confident that he’s gained the attention he’d been seeking. carefully, not looking away from the other’s face, he undoes the knot tying the braided cord to his wrist, and holds it out in the space between them.

“you should have this back,” he mumbles. “it’s important to you.”

you’re important to me.

sabo blinks.

freckles reaches out, carefully, and after a moment cups sabo’s hand in both of his own. he’s smiling, now, faint and soft, but definitely still there. his hands are cold around sabo’s.

“thank you,” he says, removing his hands, dragging the cord with them. sabo resists the urge to frown as they leave, suddenly missing their presence. they’re back soon enough, though, as ace holds the cord out length-wise, presents it to sabo. “then, will you tie it for me?”

sabo takes the cord back. his eyes widen. wait-

he looks up. “you never told me your name,” he whispers.

“you already know it.”

“ace?”

“hey, sabo.”

[breanime]

Traditions

I’m in a slight writing slump, so here’s a piece of ~smut~ featuring our very own Logan Delos for @suchatinyinfinity--thanks for indulging me, homie!

*gif not mine*

Logan used to love going on business trips. He loved being out of the office, he loved being away from his father, and he absolutely adored all the sex with strangers. Sex was his favorite distraction and being in another city meant he could get as wild as he wanted. But things had changed. Ever since you came into his life, Logan found himself obsessing over you. You tasted so sweet and felt so damn good—no one else made him feel so good…and so loved.

You two hadn’t said the words to each other, you weren’t even a couple—but Logan knew he had something special with you. The sex was insane, but there was something else there, something deeper. You were the only person he could spend time with without needing to be drunk or high, the only one who liked his sense of humor and bawdiness, who he could complain to without being told he was whining or talk about his accomplishments without making him feel like he was bragging. And you held his attention—that was a big deal for Logan. He was used to having to hop from one warm body to the next, no one ever maintained his affections for long: but you did. 

He had just gotten off of a plane from Tokyo and had two choices for what he could do with the rest of his day: run home for a quick shower before heading to the office or go to your place. He decided to compromise by taking a shower and then going to your apartment.

You and Logan had been fooling around for months and had fallen into a familiar rhythm. Logan took you out for dates, and you would come by the office to see him at least twice a week. You’d given him a key to your place (which he used with reckless abandon, of course), and he’d reciprocated. Yet neither of you ever brought up or questioned your relationship status. If he were being honest, Logan would admit that he was scared. He was into you—really into you—and he knew you liked him, but he couldn’t be sure if your affections were only surface level or not.

Logan knew you’d be home when he let himself into your apartment but was surprised when he didn’t see you working on the couch. He had picked up some take-out on the way over and dropped it off in the kitchen before heading to your room. He broke out into a smile when he saw you.

You were sprawled out in bed, hair all over the pillows, with your laptop dangerously on the edge of the comforter. Logan chuckled to himself as he moved your computer somewhere safe. He slipped out of his designer shoes and crawled into bed with you. He caressed your cheek; your skin was so soft and warm under his hand. You nuzzled into his touch and Logan laughed again. You really were adorable.

“Y/N,” he sang softly, “sweetheart, it’s time to get up…” You mumbled, turning and cuddling into him. Logan’s grin widened when he saw that you were topless under the covers. He pulled you to his chest, kissing the top of your head. “I’m up,” he coaxed.

You giggled. “I’m sorry, is that a double entendre for your boner?”

“You don’t even know if I have a boner.”

You slid your hand into his pants, eyes still closed. Logan licked his lips as he felt you grip him. He hadn’t been hard before, but he was definitely getting inspired now. “I thought you had another day in Japan,” you said, rubbing your thumb up and down the head of his cock.

Logan put a hand on your throat and lifted your head. You were looking up at him now, pretty eyes still a little unfocused with sleepiness. “I got back early,” he said, pecking you on the lips as he spoke, “I wanted to surprise you,” he paused to give you a slow, languid kiss, “Didn’t think you’d be home.”

“Got the ok to work from home this week,” you sighed when Logan dropped his mouth to your neck and suckled on the skin there, “it’s been so boring here without you.”

Logan groaned as you started slowly pumping him. He lightly bit down on the juncture between your neck and collarbone right as you snaked a hand in his thick hair. “If you’ve been bored,” he breathed in, “I can give you a few suggestions on how we can pass the time.”

“Yeah?” You dipped your head down and caught Logan’s lips in a filthy kiss. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” he kissed you, “I was thinking you could wrap those pretty lips around my dick for a while.”

You giggled and moved down his body. Logan sat up and shed his shirt while you worked on his belt buckle. He watched as you tossed his belt aside before sliding his pants down. He kicked them off and grinned as you kissed his V-line. You kissed his dick softly, smiling up at him through your eyelashes and Logan could have died a happy man right then and there. You took your time warming him up, gently pumping him as you kissed his twitching dick. Logan loved to be kept waiting. You slowly graduated from soft kisses to slow licks, and Logan moaned loudly as your tongue swept over him. Your ass was in the air, and you were wearing the lacy black panties he’d bought you a month ago (he’d seen an incredible lingerie set in Paris that he just had to get for you) that made Logan weak. You gave his dick one last, loving kiss before you dipped your head down and took him in your mouth. Logan huffed out a laugh; your mouth was wet and warm and you were swirling your tongue around him—it was incredible. He put a hand in your hair—more for the feel of it than to move or direct you in any way—and sat up on his elbow to get a better look at you. Your eyes were closed as you bobbed your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could. Logan lifted his hips a little and was rewarded with your answering moan as his dick slid deeper down your throat. He eased up a little, sinking back into the bed, and let you resume your pace. Your hair spread over his lower half, and he loved the feel of it brushing against his abdomen with every dip of your head. He loved it a little too much, actually.

“Shit,” he hissed between his clenched teeth, “Sweetheart, come here, I wanna taste you now.”

You released him with a pop, licking your lips as you sat up. You looked so gorgeous, hair all over the place, chest heaving with a smile as you looked down at him. Logan put his hands under your armpits and slid you up his body. You both moaned at the feel of each other, so slow and so close. He kissed you, tongue dipping in and out of your mouth, chasing the taste of himself on your lips. His hands roamed up and down your bare back, caressing the skin that he was so eager to put his mark on. You moaned when he licked your nipple, pulling the tight bud between his teeth. He moved to the other nipple, and you rolled your neck, giving him better access to your chest. Logan rolled his hips, and you moaned at the movement. You were straddling him, and Logan was acutely aware that all it would take would be a little bit of shifting and he would be inside you. But he wanted to taste you first.

Logan lifted you up and laid you down onto the bed so that he was on top of you. He kissed you hard before heading south. He grinned as he took hold of your legs and spread them apart. “Jesus,” he whispered, “you’re so goddamn beautiful.” He kissed up your leg, then switched to leaving little bites when he got up to your thigh. You were breathing hard, and Logan knew you didn’t have half the patience he did…so he gave you what you wanted.

Logan plunged his head between your thighs and sucked on your clit, licking you up and down while you moaned out his name. Logan had a very talented tongue, and he added his fingers—first one, then two, then three—to the party as well. His chin was wet with your juices and he fucking loved it. You tasted so good. You grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and bucked your hips, trying to bring yourself closer to the sensation of his mouth and fingers. Logan placed an arm over your stomach, making sure you didn’t move too far. He was determined to make you come.

Gently, with much care, he rubbed your clit with his teeth, making you cry out with pleasure. He hummed into you, pumping his fingers in faster and rougher. Logan knew exactly what you liked and was all too happy to give it to you. He curled his fingers and hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard on your clit. The feeling was just the right amount of too much for you—the biting, the licking, the feel of his long, strong fingers pumping in and out of you—you came with his name and several curses on your lips. Logan lapped it up like manna from Heaven.

He kissed his way back up your body, taking a moment to give some extra attention o your heaving chest before you pulled him up by the hair for a proper kiss. Your hands were still in his hair when he pulled back.

You smiled sweetly at him. “You wanna fuck me, baby?” You asked, kissing his nose.

He swallowed. “Yes.”

“Mm,” you kissed his chin, nuzzling into his beard, before leaning back to look at him, “You want me on top?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Okay…” You gripped his chin and smiled. “Then beg.”

Logan’s dick twitched at your words. “Please,” he whispered, grinning as he obeyed, “please get on top, baby. I want you to fuck me, sweetheart.”

You kissed him. “Keep talking.”

“I’ve been wanting you to fuck me since the morning I left,” he said, closing his eyes as you gently pushed him on his back, “Fuck, I missed you. I wanted to be with you, buried inside you, every day I was gone.”

“Well I’m sure you found something to distract you…” You were kissing his chest now, not quite laying on him but wrapped around him.

Logan shook his head. “I spent all my free time jerking off alone in my hotel suite,” he admitted, “just thinking about you.”

You stopped, lifting your head up to stare down at him. “Really?”

He grinned. “Really,” he answered, “So sweetheart, please climb on top of me and let me finally fuck you before I cum from just this.”

You grinned back. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” You positioned yourself on top of him, and Logan stared up at you—his perfect match. “…What’s the magic word?”

Logan was nearly bouncing with excitement. “Please.” His head flew back when you lowered yourself onto him; it had been far too long, you felt amazing. He cursed under his breath as you both rolled your hips. Logan put both hands on your waist as he rocked inside you. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your mouth was thrown open in ecstasy. He liked that look. He liked it a lot, but he liked the way you said his name even more. Logan pushed himself off the bed, angling deeper into you. He hit your spot and was rewarded with your breathy “Logan!”. He wanted to make it last long, he really did, but you were so wet and warm and tight around him, plus the sounds of your moans and the slapping noise of skin-on-skin were driving him crazy: he knew he wouldn’t be able to last too much longer.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned you, his tone just an inch above a growl, “I’m gonna cum in you because you’re mine.”

You opened your eyes and smiled down at him. “Yes, baby, please,” you huffed out, “I’m yours, Logan, I’m all yours, only yours.”

That did it for him. Logan came inside of you with a shout, and you were right behind him. He groaned as he felt your walls constrict, pulsating around him and drawing out his climax. He was sure you’d have bruises on your hips to match the scratches he had on his chest. You collapsed on top of him, and Logan made no move to remove himself from inside of you.

“Shit,” he gasped out, wrapping an arm around your back. You both had a light sheen of sweat on your skin; and Logan dipped his head down to lick the small pool of sweat that had gathered at the base of your neck. “I’m going to need…maybe 15 minutes before we go another round.”

“I’m gonna need something to eat—something that doesn’t end in Delos,” you laughed back. You ran a hand through his hair. “Mm…I don’t have anything in the fridge, though.”

“I brought take-out,” he kissed your forehead, “and we can get something delivered later…” He kissed your nose. “I mean, if it’s okay if I stay,” he pressed a tender kiss to your waiting lips, “I know you have to work.”

“Of course you’re staying,” you kissed him back, wiggling your hips on top of him to his groaning delight, “What kind of boyfriend would you be if you didn’t?”

He laughed, feeling more at ease than he had in years. The concept of being someone’s boyfriend should scare him—and it probably would when he gave himself a moment to really think about what that meant—but now, with you in his arms and him still semi-hard inside you, it only made him happy. “So I’m your boyfriend now?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice as he ran a hand up and down your back.

You gripped his chin and lifted his face so that you were eye-to-eye. “Fuck yeah you are,” you grinned, “I’m all yours and you’re all mine, isn’t that right, baby?”

Logan felt himself grow hard inside you. “I’m all yours,” he echoed.

You giggled, bringing his lips to yours. “I thought you needed another 15 minutes,” you said, lips brushing against his as you spoke.

Logan grabbed your hips and pressed them down, groaning as he felt your warmness engulf him. “I got my second wave,” he grunted, burying his face in your neck.

You sighed happily, slowly rocking your hips in time with his.

Logan decided then and there—with his dick inside you, and you moaning on top of him—that this would be his new tradition: after every business trip, he’d come home and fuck you until both of you were too tired to move. And he stuck to it. You added it to the rhythm of your relationship easily; whenever one of you had to go away for work, you’d spend at least 48 hours in bed together when you got back. Sometimes you could only go for a few hours, exhausted and too turned on to play game, other times you’d last for days on end until you were too sore to go on or Logan had to go back to the office. Either way, it became a habit for the two of you that Logan absolutely adored. He even started volunteering to go out of the country for meetings more, much to the surprise and suspicion of his father. Logan became accustom to traveling through timezones and having to sit through boring, mindless meetings. He spent most of those kinds of days daydreaming about what he would do to you when he got home. You called and texted him every day he was gone, and he made sure to videochat with you whenever he could. You took the fear out of being a boyfriend for Logan, and he was determined not to fuck this up. You rewarded his dedication with your easy love, rare friendship, and a healthy amount of sexts when he was away.

It gave him something to look forward to whenever he had to travel for work.

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*insert shrug emoji* So I’m gonna try to churn out maybe one or two more oneshots this week before updating Heartworm. Please hit me up if you have a request or something you’d like to see me write. I need ideas.

Also--should I make an “everything” tag for people who want to be tagged in my non-Billy stuff? Let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in. For now I’ll just tag: @banditthewriter @teacuplotus @suchatinyinfinity 

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Chapters (Part One)

Chapters- Part One- Things Change in the Blink of an Eyelid

Part One Summary:  Cora Owens was raise on the ball fields of New Jersey. Now living in Columbus and a member of the US National Softball Team, a potentially career ending injury at the World Championships puts her dreams on the line. Cora’s had only one focus since she was a kid, and that’s get a medal at the Olympics. Enter Seth Jones. 

Features: Backstory and brief introduction of Seth. Non-graphic depiction of injury; mention of surgery and physical therapy 

Notes: I’ve been kicking this idea around for a while. It started as your typical imagine, but I opted to make it a story with a named character. I added some more detail. Forgive any conversions from “you” and “Y/N” that a missed, because like I said, it was originally going to be a normal imagine. I just kinda jumped right into it with some of it. 

Word Count: 2k

From the time Cora Owens could walk, she had a glove on one hand and a ball in the other. She was a Jersey girl through and through, raised on the Mets, the Jets, and the Devils. Her father had played ball, but injury had sidelined him from the big leagues when she was five. He had coached her through her childhood. If Cora was on a ball field, her father was there watching. 

Summers were made for being out on the ball field. Softball was her life. There was nothing like the smell in the air on a spring morning. The fresh morning dew that signaled a perfect day to play ball.  The ball field was a second home. As a kid, she dreamed of being in the Olympics, only for that dream to end up on the back-burner when it was removed from the Olympics after the ‘08 games. But with the sport set to make a return in 2020, Cora and the women she played with were determined. 

Cora had been on the national team since she was eighteen. Cora had played for Oklahoma State, bringing home the national championship twice while she was there. She had settled in Columbus, Ohio, finding a job that was flexible with her schedule while playing for the national team. 

Until the World Championships in Japan. In a game against Australia, everything came crashing down. Cora had been caught in a rundown. That wasn’t abnormal. What was abnormal was the pain that ran up her leg after she slid back into third. Cora curled up as she bit back a scream. She had broken bones before, but it had never felt that painful. The training staff and coaches jumped into action to get on the field and get to her. 

“Can you sit up?” the trainer asked her. In spite of her pain, Cora nodded and sat up with the trainer’s help.  

“Let’s try getting you to stand now,” the trainer said. With the help of one of the coaches they got Cora up. When she tried to put pressure on her leg, she almost collapsed back down to the ground with the pain in her knee. For the first time since the announcement about softball being back in the 2020 games, Cora saw her dreams slipping from her grasp. She could only imagine the disappointment her father would have.

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When all was said and done, Cora was done for the tournament at the very least. Having to sit on the sidelines while her team played? That wasn’t something she was used to doing. The victory for her was bittersweet. The team had gone to dinner to celebrate, one of their last nights in Japan before heading home. 

“Hey, at least we won, right?” Sarah asked. Cora just glared at the bubbly redhead. Sarah had a knack for trying to find the silver lining in everything. She shrunk back, feeling the annoyance radiating off the captain.

“Yeah. At least we won,” Cora said flatly. She grabbed her crutches from where they sat beside her and went outside. 

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Cora was quiet the whole journey back to the US. Once she was home, she finally let herself break. Her childhood dream was within reach and fate was standing right there, seeming ready to snatch it away from her. Hot tears slid down her face as she curled up on her couch. 

“It’s not fair. It’s not fair!” she cried. She could almost hear her dad’s voice saying “Nothing is fair kiddo. You think it’s a ball and the ump says it’s a strike and you’re out. Sometimes, that’s just the way it goes. You just go out there and do your best next time.” Her dad had always been one to try to come up with an analogy tied to softball, even if it didn’t make much sense. 

“Pops, I need your advice,” she said to the empty room. A sob escaped from her. Days like that were the hardest. Almost on cue, her phone lit up with a call from her mom.

“Hello?” Cora asked, her voice low from crying.

“Hey sweetie, just checking up on you. You never texted that you got home,” her mother’s voice came. 

“Yeah...yeah got home not too long ago. Didn’t mean to make you worry ma. I had things to do the second I walked in the door,” Cora said. ‘Like wallow in self pity,’ she thought. The two fell into conversation, her mother asking about the trip before she asked about the injury. Cora was quiet for a minute.

“Now, Cora Grace, I know you’re not going to just give up just because they think you’re done,” her mother said. Evelyn Owens was many things. She was a loving mother, a devoted wife, and above all else, she was where her daughter got her stubborn streak.

“What if they’re right ma? What if I never play again? What then? If I can’t play, who am I? I want to make Pops proud,” Cora said, the words flying out of her mouth rapidly. Her mother sighed. 

“He would be so proud of you. Cora, even if you can’t play again, he would be so proud of you. Captain of the US National Team, you brought a national title to your school. Baby, you’ve accomplished so much. Your father would be so proud of you, Olympics or no Olympics,” she said. Cora let out a sob.

“I just wish he was here,” she cried. She heard her mother sniffle, a telltale sign that she was crying too.

“Me too, baby, me too,” her mother said quietly. Cora spoke to her mother for a while longer before she had to hang up. As she looked around her apartment, her eyes landed on the picture frame that sat on the entertainment stand by the television. It was one of the last photos she had with her father. She stood in her maroon jersey, her parents on either side while she held a bouquet of flowers on senior day in high school five years prior, the frame inscribed with ‘Cora Owens #19 Class of 2013’ across the bottom. Cora sighed as she stood up and grabbed her crutches, ready to go take a nap. 

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The next morning, Cora awoke bright and early. She still had a few days off work for recovery from travelling. The first thing she did was make an appointment to see an orthopedic doctor. By some miracle, she was able to get an appointment that day. 

She was worried. One of her friends was driving her to her appointments, because driving, as it turned out, was difficult to do with a messed up knee. She filled out the paperwork when she got there and sat waiting, her hand tapping her thigh to the beat of the music that was playing softly in the waiting room. 

“Cora, knock it off,” Cassidy said. 

“Sorry...just, nervous I guess? What if he says I can never play again?” she asked, voicing the fear she’d had since you went down. Cass’ expression softened.

“Cor, I doubt that will happen,” she said, trying to reassure her. 

“I’m not so sure,” Cora replied. She had had a restless night of sleep. Between the pain if she moved the wrong way and the nagging thought that her time as a softball player was done, it had been a long night. 

“Ms. Owens? Dr. Ashford is ready to see you,” a nurse said. They were taking x-rays first. When the doctor came in, he put the images up for her to see. 

“Even with surgery, I’m not sure you’ll be able to play again, at least not competitively, without aggravating the injury. Torn ACLs can be career ending, as I’m sure you know. We’ll have to see how your recovery goes, but with how severe the tear is, I’m not sure a full return will be possible for you,” he said. Cora just nodded. 

She felt like everything was crumbling around her. It was, without a doubt, the worst case scenario for her. Softball was part of her. If she couldn’t lace up her cleats and play anymore, who she? Softball had been her world since she was a child, looking forward to the weather breaking in the spring each year. Now everything was in jeopardy, including her Olympic dreams. 

“So, when can we do this? Because I’m not giving up,” Cora said. 

“The earliest we can get you in for surgery is Monday morning,” he said. She took a breath, trying to steady herself.

“Let’s do it,” she said.

“We’ll get you sorted up front,” he said. Cora took a moment to collect herself. When she returned to the waiting room, she didn’t say a word to Cassidy before setting up the appointment for her surgery. It wasn’t until they got to Cassidy’s car that she broke the silence.

“What’s the verdict Owens?” the shorter woman asked. Cora sighed. This was not a conversation she wanted to have. Not with Cassidy, not with anyone. 

“Surgery. Even then...Dr. Ashford isn’t sure I can play again. I did quite a number on my knee,” Cora said. She was trying to keep the emotion out of her voice. 

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August turned into September. Cora had her surgery and were in the midst of therapy to rehab it. She were frustrated with her progress. It seemed for every step forward, it was another two back with setbacks. 

Cora was at her usual Monday appointment, but this time, one of the other patients had someone with her. He looked vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place it where she knew him from. 

“When can I start playing again?” she asked. Her physical therapist sighed. 

“Cora, you might not play again. We’ve talked about this,” she said. 

“I will play again,” she told her, the tone of her voice even and sure. Cora wouldn’t accept any other outcome. 

“With how much damage was done...going back out there could do more harm,” she explained. Cora just stared her down. 

“I don’t care what happens. All I know is in 2020, I will be at the Olympics. I will be the captain of the team. And we will bring home a gold medal,” Cora snapped. Cora was in a mood and her physical therapist wasn’t about to argue with her. Cora was far from the first stubborn patient she’d had. As her session went on, the woman who was with the other physical therapist took her spot on the next table next to Cora. 

“Oh, don’t pay any mind to her, she’s a bit of a pessimist,” the woman said. Cora laughed.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she replied. 

“What brings you here? Some kind of exciting story I’m sure,” she said.

“I messed up my knee playing softball in Japan,” Cora told her. 

“That’s definitely more exciting that what I did. I slipped taking the trash out and hurt my knee. Embarrassing really,” she said. The two of them fell into conversation,  the person who had come with her sitting silently. Cora still weren’t sure why he looked familiar.

“Oh, where are my manners. My name is Amy. This is my son, Seth,” she said.

“I’m Cora,” Cora said. That was when it clicked for Cora. Seth was Seth Jones from the Columbus Blue Jackets.  She wasn't sure what to do with that information. She followed hockey, but her main team was the Devils and she wasn’t too up to date on the rosters of other teams. 

“How long have you played softball?” Amy asked. Cora smiled.

“My whole life. I was practically raised on the ball field,” Cora told her. The two of them fell into conversation about her softball career and what had led up to her injury. She was easy to talk to and for once, someone wasn’t telling her to consider the possibility that she wasn’t going to be able to play again. 

Before long, her appointment was over. Cora was waiting for her ride to show up. She hated the loss of independence that came with not being allowed to drive for a while. When Cassidy showed up, Cora just shook her head when she asked how the appointment was.

“If one more person tells me I might never play again, I’m going to scream,” Cora said to her. 

“You do realize that is a possibility, right?” she asked.

“Cass, I’m not accepting it as a possibility until never playing again is the only option left on the table,”she said as Cassidy pulled out of the lot.

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Too Good To Be Wrong - Part 10 [Final]

Summary: No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t resist Park Chanyeol, even if you knew it would test everything that you thought family stood for.

Genre: childhood friends & “siblings” to lovers au / forbidden romance / older woman - younger man au

Characters: Park Chanyeol x female reader

A/N: This is a series about falling in love with your “brother” Chanyeol - your family took him in when you were younger. It will contain mature content in later parts, but for the majority of the story it’s about reconnecting as adults and discovering feelings for each other.

I am expecting Too Good to be Wrong to be around 10 parts long, but this could change depending on how the story progresses in further parts.

Too Good To Be Wrong will be posted every Tuesday at 10am NZST.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Japan had been successful for you. Your career was established there and you had been promoted twice in the two years since you had been back. You were often called upon to work with new clients and assisted in the expansion of the company. You were someone people envied due to your work ethic. And that’s because you had worked incredibly hard to avoid the pain of being without Chanyeol.

When you returned from the dinner that night, Chanyeol hadn’t been there. And he didn’t come home for days either, crashing with a work colleague until that became a permanent situation. Yet when you went to leave for Japan, he had turned up, eyes blazing.

“Don’t go, if you go, it means you’re giving up on us,” he had pleaded. You wanted to cave and dive into his arms and never let go.

Instead, you got on the plane and returned to your apartment six months later to find every physical trace of him gone. It hurt more than you anticipated being back in that space and it wasn’t long until you moved on as well, to another part of the city in hopes you would be able to start over, renewed.

Of course, you can never escape family.

At first, your parents had been awkward with their contact, simply checking to see if you were settling in well overseas. But as time continued, your mother’s usual incessant prattling returned and you grew accustomed to your role in your conversations with her again. After returning home, you had been invited home and turned up, anxious that Chanyeol would be there as well.

It was evident you were looking around for him and your mother smiled weakly. “Channie had something else on tonight.”

And that was the way you continued from there out. Family gatherings were split, you doing some holidays and Chanyeol doing the others. You would hear tidbits about his life now and then until your father would clear his throat loudly, noticing how quiet and anxious you became each time.

The first Christmas arrived and you were thankful for an impromptu business trip to Japan to keep you away from spending it with everyone. Although you had been preparing yourself ever since the decorations arrived in stores in late October, you knew it was too soon. You couldn’t fathom sitting in the same room as Chanyeol and your parents playing happy family. It was still too raw.

It was Chanyeol’s turn to miss Christmas the following year, now a famous music professor who was sought after overseas. You wondered if the distance from you would help him deal with things like it did for you.

Though you knew you were lying to yourself if you actually thought it had helped any.

The one thing you didn’t miss was the anniversary of his parents’ death. Of course, you went alone to visit them, leaving behind your endless tears and an apology for not remaining at his side. Your parents always attempted to get you to come to the offering each time, but Chanyeol had mentioned in the background of a call the first time that it was okay if you didn’t come. You realised then that he couldn’t handle seeing you either. Especially on such a vulnerable day for him.

It continued like this until a family emergency occurred.

“What?!” you exclaimed as your mother sobbed down the phone to you, and you leapt out of your chair immediately, blinded by the tears that fell fast. Your father had suffered a heart attack.

Arriving at the hospital as quickly as you could, you searched the numbers until you found the room you required, bursting into it and finding your mother slumped over the bed crying and Chanyeol comforting her softly. They both looked up at your arrival and your mother flew over to you, holding onto you tightly.

Family meant sticking together during the hard times no matter what differences you had.

Thankfully, the strain on his heart had only been mild and with a small hospital stay and a strict no-stress environment to go home to, your father was going to make a full recovery. All the same, your mother needed you and of course you took time off from work, supporting both your parents as they transitioned into the new lifestyle. You had found out that their shop wasn’t doing too well due to the progression of redevelopment in the area and that had caused the stress on your father’s heart. You hadn’t known that it had been this bad and for the second time in your life, you felt like you had failed your parents. You put everything into helping your father recover.

Chanyeol was there as well, placating your mother when she worried and fixing meals with you as they both rested. It was excruciating to be back together but not in a way you had always hoped for. You tried to remain focused on the task in front of you but you often went to bed thinking of him. He had grown even more handsome in the last two and a half years that you hadn’t seen him. Age was still definitely working in his favour. You wondered if he felt the same about you. In fact, you wondered a lot about what Chanyeol was thinking. Because you couldn’t stop contemplating everything about him. How life could have been quite different by now. Would you be newlyweds? Starting a family? Had you not thrown yourself into your career would you be boasting all you had ever dreamed of by the age you were now? It hadn’t hit you in the city just how much you craved settling down. Now back in your hometown and watching the adoration your mother had for your father still after all these years, you were immensely jealous.

And you only had yourself to blame for giving up so easily back then.

“Dad is calling for you,” Chanyeol mentioned as you fixed a tray of tea and you nodded, smiling weakly at him.

“Tell him I’ll be right there.”

You entered the study and blinked a couple of times to find everyone else in there too. Going over to your Dad with his tea and a glass of water so he could take his medication, you then took a seat on the chair beside your mother.

The head of the house didn’t look quite as pallid as he once had yet despite his appearance, he asserted an authority that made you wait in anticipation. “You both can go home now; your mother and I can handle things here.”

“You’re still unwell.”

You nodded in agreement with Chanyeol. “We don’t need to go anywhere, Dad-”

“Yes, you both do. You’re driving us mad.”

“It’s true,” your mother stated heavily, shrugging for added effect. “You’re a mess.”

“What?” you asked, blinking repeatedly. “Why would you say that?”

“We admit our wrongdoings to you both. We didn’t realise it was this deep.”

“I’m not exactly following,” Chanyeol mentioned and you looked at him before nodding again.

“You two!” your mother cried helplessly, getting up and going over to her husband’s side. “If I have to hear either of you sigh one more time in my life from being in the same room as each other, it will be one time too many! Just admit it, you still love each other. We were wrong to think this was something you could both get over for our sakes.”

“And your happiness means a lot to us. Our family being prosperous is important.”

“Y/N and I are doing well with our careers though, we are successful.”

Your mother nodded earnestly. “Yes-yes but you’re not successful in creating a family with anyone. Because you still both want it to be with each other.”

“Mum, you’re being a bit presumptuous,” you said slowly, avoiding the way Chanyeol snapped his gaze to yours. “That was two and a half years ago.”

“Can you say you want someone else?” she implored and you couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

“We know we’re late in telling you both this, we wanted to so many times over. And especially now with my health taking a nose dive, we only care for happiness. So who cares if you were raised together? That means you both understand each other better. My best friend looking down on us would be proud to know he had such a fine son fall in love with the best daughter I could ever have.”

“Dad…” you said slowly, feeling overwhelmed. This was happening all so fast and you felt a bit winded. As you snuck a look over at Chanyeol, you could see he mirrored your emotions.

“Please don’t tell me you don’t love each other anymore because we’re expecting babies!”

“Mum!” you cried and Chanyeol chuckled, surprising you with the reaction. You looked at him in annoyance. “Why are you grinning? It’s just like when you were happy they didn’t care you were younger!”

“We don’t, we only care that you’re happy.”

“But do remember your biological clock is ticking.”

“Honey, I think they know.”

“This family is nuts!” you implored, standing up dramatically yet not knowing what to do. You had a lot of ground to cover with Chanyeol. Could you even pick up from where you both left off? It had been so awkward, so broken.

As you stared over at him though, you could tell the fire still burned deep within him. His gaze was bright and as he laughed again, you could see him laughing every day at your side.

You softened. Maybe your family wasn’t so bad after all.

The End.

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