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michelle's buddie fic recs: week 45!
what a week... i'm greatly enjoying all of the post-8x06 buddie fic (many more recs to come!) and took some time to revisit old favourites, which can be found in previous rec lists. enjoy!
this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.
if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!
all that we need | not1_2write | 26.4k | M
When Buck buys a Powerball lottery ticket he doesn't think much beyond his need for change to air up his tire. He forgets all about the ticket until word spreads that the winning ticket was sold in LA and hasn't been claimed yet and pretty much dismisses it. After all, there's no way he won the lottery. Turns out no, he really did win the Powerball, to the tune of 295 million dollars and just in time for Christmas. He's going to make sure the 118 has the best Christmas of their lives. And just maybe he'll have a good one too. idk about all of you but i do dream about winning the lottery regularly (way too often for someone who's never bought a ticket, that's for sure). this is such a lovely look at what buck would do with a whole lot of money <3
i take this magnetic force of a man | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 9k | M
Turns out, he isnât actually afraid of commitment. Heâs just afraid of committing to the wrong thing, or the wrong person. Ana, obviously, had been a mistake, because he hadnât been ready, and heâd put other peopleâs expectations above his own wants and needs. With Marisol, heâs done the same thing. Moved too fast, doing what he thinks is the right thing according to who? His parents? For Chrisâs benefit? Again, pushing past his own comfort, discarding any doubt because it doesnât fit like⌠Like Buck. blanket rec for one of my favourite authors who has been posting incredible fics lately!! this one in particular is so beautifully written and so romantic and just so very buddie <3
if i need to rearrange my particules i will for you | thelikesofus/@thelikesofus | 7.9k | GA
Eddie catches a cold and Buck takes care of him while having a minor, non-platonic emotional crisis. this is definitely influenced by the fact that i've been ill myself but wow truly nothing hits as hard as buddie taking care of each other when one of them isn't feeling well. the bed sharing in this is so good <3
let me | facewithoutheart/@facewithoutheart | 1.6k | T
Eddie doesn't think he needs romance. Buck, respectfully, disagrees. AKA the fic where Buck picks Eddie up and kisses him breathless against a wall. and buck is so right for doing that!! i love it when buck turns eddie to jello <3 so lovely!
second child, restless child | lesbianrobin/@lesbianrobin | 23k and counting| M
how Evan and Maddie make it out of Pennsylvania, and Buck and Maddie build a family. okay so listen these past few weeks i've been doing this thing where i only rec finished fics, and every time i scroll through my ao3 history for these rec lists, i come across this one and go oh i wish i could rec this already. and then i realised wait it's my rec list i can do whatever i want, and so then i did. anyway, mind the tags for this one, but wow are you in for a treat here! i love the character dynamics (chim is brilliant in this!! and maddie!!) and i'm so so excited to see the rest of this fic unfold <3
said that i was fine, said it from my coffin | justhockey/tumblr | 7.3k | T
And it doesnât matter that he feels like heâs dying. Like the version of himself that heâs always been is suddenly a stranger to him - just a mask heâd spent his entire life hiding behind, without ever even realising he was wearing it. It doesnât matter that Eddie isâŚthat heâs gay. Because he knows - as surely as he knows that the sun will rise again tomorrow - that the only person he has ever, and will ever, truly love is Buck. And Buck isnât his to love. another blanket rec for an author who's been posting incredible fics!! this one in particular has such brilliant eddie characterisation and i just devoured it the second i got that little ao3 email hehe
there's no place like home-spun | icewhisper | 4.1k | GA
Buck has spent most of his life trying to find something to settle fidgeting hands and the restless need for a home. He found the key to the latter when he was thirteen. He finds the former in a cozy home on South Bedford Street with two of his favorite people. (AKA the Buck-crochets fic that literally no one asked for.). this fic makes me want to learn how to crochet. i am the least crafty person ever and i have like minus time but just know that if two weeks from now i'm posting about yarn and crochet hooks and whatnot, it's all thanks to this fic. i love buck who crochets so very much <3
you get your dreams for free | llovely/@butchdiaz| 14.9k | T
five times buck and eddie cuddle drunk and one time they cuddle sober. buddie bed sharing my absolute favourite. i read this late at night curled up under three blankets and it hit just right <3
#a bit of a shorter list than usual cause i've been rereading previously recced stuff#makes me so glad i have a masterlist spreadsheet so i don't have to dig through old posts to see what's been recced before#buddie#buddie fic#buddie fic rec#911 abc#911 fic#911 fic rec#michelleâs recs#fic rec list
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Just like the last anon I kinda do think that your writing and story for Ruggie SMAU was the one I liked the most. Do you think you can turn this into a fanfic? Like a continuation of what's happening in Ruggie's life after the death of his lover if you don't mind? đ
When the Time After You Comes
Warnings: bad grammar, awful writing, not proofread, angst, major character death (you)
A/N: PSA I opened up a kofi haha it's on my bio. You don't need to tip, but if you like my work and have a dollar or two to spare, I do need to fix my phone :D Not opening comms tho just req if you want me to write anything kkk
Sunlight peeks through cottony white clouds and bathes Ruggie in all its too-bright glory. Itâs nauseating, almost. The birds are chirping too loud and every face he encounters in a crowd looks to be smiling. It could be the truth. It could be his tired brain playing tricks on himâone canât assume that a sleep deprived hyena hybrid would be very alert or active when the bags under his eyes are almost big enough to carry the takeout in his hands and his steps stagger to the point that the single red rose almost tethers over the plastic holding it in place. Heâs not a pretty sight.
Oh, but you always are.
Heâd asked his grandmother to take the time out of every Sunday to help clean your resting place, so even nowâwhen itâs the first time heâs visited you in over a monthâyour headstone shines pristine as the day it was mounted. There are wilting flowers that he has to clear away, likely from your old friends in NRC, but he takes a seat on the grass beside you.
He can still see your smile.
âSorry, Iâve been away forever, I know,â he places the rose atop the headstone, âI justâŚâ
Ruggie sighs.
He ruffles a hand through his hair, fluffing up the brown and blond mess so that the locks stick up with his twitching ears. His tail taps rhythmically against the engraving of your name, as if the fur was gently caressing each and every letter. âI took up another job,â he moves to open the takeout box, âI need to pay off that loan. I know Leonaâs not going to ask me âbout it anytime soon, and itâs a damn good deal that heâs not even taking any interest, but I canât just sit by knowing even at your final moments I was still leeching off someone else.â Maybe it was a sick, twisted sort of possessiveness. He chose your coffin and the plot of land, and the flowers and the people at the funeral. Yet he couldnât bring out a single dime because you would have despised that.
âIâd be dead and gone, but you would still need to live.â
You understood him. You knew he was just about ready to ignore his own wellbeing for you, and you convinced him his money would be better off feeding his family.
He could never win against you.
Ruggie stabs the flimsy plastic fork through the sauteed beef, almost breaking off the tines. Itâs too salty. Not nearly as good as when you used to go to that restaurant with him.
âMaybe they skimped on quality control.â
His words hold no merit when he has to wipe the tears running down his chin.
âItâs soupyâŚâ
After visiting, he needs to get to his part time job. Leona pays well, but Ruggie has so many things stacking against him that the world might as well be atop that list. He needs to pay for the money that the lion beastman had shelved out for your funeral. He needs to pay his own bills. He needs to pay to send the smarter kids to school. He needs to pay to keep his grandma on maintenance. In life and in death, the bills are haunting him.
Even the roses he gives every time he visits are expensive.
Red roses.
Not white lilies or whatever flowers the shops outside the cemetery are selling. He has such a different message to convey; he misses you, but most of all, he wants to express that the love he feels for you has not dimmed since the day you left. It still burns with a raging, passionate fire that allows him to keep going, keep moving, keep living and not just slump down in the back of some alley and wait to join you on the other side.
He cleans up the boxes and plastic cutlery.
He stands up, pats the dust off his pants, and looks at your name again.
Itâs already carved into his soul.
âPlease donât be mad if I donât come for another month,â he sighs, âyou know I think about you every day. Just, when the finances get a bit better, alright? Iâll buy you a dozen roses in the fancy bouquets.â
For now, heâll just have to leave you again.
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#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#gender neutral reader#twst x reader#x reader#ruggie bucchi x reader#ruggie x reader#ruggie bucchi
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the thing about supernatural season 1 episode 13 route 666 is that cassie robinson is the most beautiful woman i have ever seen.
she is also a truly phenomenal, compelling, dynamic character and it sucks she's only in one episode!
but what an episode it is. i think similarly to bugs, route 666 gets a lot of hate. and, again, i'm not going to defend it against people who do experience it negatively. but the way route 666 simply lays out the truth of the racial violence black people experience is pretty straightforward and uncompromising. it's important the way it just says: white people controlled the town, the police, the paper, the violence, the courts. and that's so bad. it's important the way it reaffirms so so many times that none of that was very long ago at all. it's important the why it says that that violence and injustice was so extreme that it haunts and stalks the present and still has the power to kill.
i hope i'm saying this in a way that makes sense. but i love the way both bugs and route 666 clearly name historical injustices and thematically show how the ramifications of that injustice and violence are still deeply present today. supernatural doesn't often handle politicized things head on and it is kind of fascinating to me that the two episodes with some of strongest politics happen in season 1.
i have a few other stray thoughts about this episode... 1. as a tractor operator it kills me that that little kubota is able to pull a water-logged truck out of a lake with its tires that deep in mud (i can't actually make out the model of the tractor (just the loader arm attachment) but, affectionately, no way).
2. it is always so special to me that dean's first on-screen romance is with his long-term ex. commitment boy i love you.
3. "i'm still really involved with my dad's work." spams the spiral-eyes emoji
4. i love that dean told cassie the truth about his life and hunting. i love that he didn't want to lie to her! it's kinda crazy that sam yells at him for it because sam never told jess. like dude no one was stopping you?
5. why did they make the racist truck look so much like john's gmc? like okay i know this is kinda a stretch (there's lots of kinds of big black trucks) maybe but it always reminds me of the grand sierra...
6. okay again we see dean just decide to play the role of bait to give sam time to work out a plan. but the plan sam works out is for dean to play even riskier bait (without communicating that!!). dean's shocked, pitched-up voice and stressed-out slamming his hands on the steering wheel, ough oof ow owie yeoch.
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Buddie: I'm excited to see what's next for Buck, Eddie and Chris
Going forward, unless it's for reference purposes, I will NO LONGER post anything about BT 2.0.
Before I explain why I won't be posting anything about BT 2.0, I'll begin with a brief summary. In 2021, I watched "The Shooting" live (related post linked here) and it was one of the best scenes in television I'd ever seen. Since then, I've probably watched it more than a hundred times and during the hiatus between seasons 4 and 5, I purchased every episode of 9-1-1's previous seasons and I spent the entire summer watching seasons 2 - 4 because I wanted to know more about Buck and Eddie's relationship. I noticed the emotional and casual intimacy they shared and when I compared it to the relationships they had with love interests, it was easy to see there was a huge and noticeable difference.
My excitement for the show dramatically increased before season 5 began in September 2021 and later that year, I found the Buddie fandom here on Tumblr and I was even more excited because I didn't know fandoms for TV shows even existed. By the time April 2022 rolled around, I finally decided to rejoin Tumblr (after being off it for a while) because I wanted to communicate with people who liked Buddie and the Buckley-Diaz family.
I started out by doing small posts regarding the things I noticed but a whole knew world was opened to me after I started reading METAs fanfics and theories along with viewing GIF sets and fanart. It didn't take me long to start posting my own METAs and speculations and I when I wanted to add GIFs to my posts, I taught myself how to make them on my iPad. In January 2023, I started posting some of the fanfics I wrote during season 5 and my fandom experience was further enhanced. It was an exciting time and I loved every minute of it.
Even though Season 5 was exhausting as hell because of BT 1.0, I still enjoyed it because of Eddie's PTSD arc and the Buckley-Diaz family scenes that were included. Eddie's my favorite character and I was happy to see him moving forward with his therapy and his life in general. BT 1.0 was dragged out for the entire season but season 6 looked promising... at least it did until it ended. I spent more than three months writing "Constructive Criticism" posts about all the things I didn't like and I was on the fence about whether I was even going to watch season 7. But after the str*kes ended and the promos for the new season began airing on a new network looked promising, I was excited again especially since the original showrunner (TM) had returned from LS and I couldn't wait to see where he would take Buck's and Eddie's storylines.
Similar to the title of episode 2x17, I should have been careful about what I wished for because even though it started out strong, after the opening disaster, it turned into a complete and utter dumpster fire and my experience in this fandom not only became exhausting; it was horrifically horrible because of a kiss between Buck and a PLOT DEVICE. Almost immediately, Buddie shippers started being harassed and were sent asks from blank blogs (they weren't anonymous for me because I don't accept those) telling shippers to stop posting about Buddie because they were never going to be better than BT and that we should just accept BT because they were CANON đ.
Anyway, needless to say, the last 7 months have been pure hell because of toxic BT Stans who have no boundaries, morals or fandom etiquette. Therefore, since I can't control anyone but myself, this morning, I made a decision that going forward, I'm turning the page on the BT 2.0 relationship because it's over and I'm tired of talking about it. I don't give a rat's ass about why TM chose to do what he did and why they didn't let Buck learn anything from it especially since this wouldn't have happened if whatever they were doing had ended in 7x5 but I digress.
Be clear, this is not a vague post at anyone in particular. I'm simply stating that I will no longer participate in fandom discourse about that relationship because I'm sick of it and I'm f~cking glad it's finally done. For me, it's taken a backseat just like EddieShannon, EddieMarisol, EddieAna, BuckAbby, BuckTaylor, BuckAli and BuckNaTalia because they're over and the characters are barely being mentioned in CANON, if at all. I'm done posting about these 'sunk ships' and the only time I'll include them in a blog post is when I have to reference them. Otherwise, I've moved on and I will not add anti BT or anti TK tags to my posts unless it's for blacklisting and filtering purposes because I don't give a flying f~ck about T.K. 2.0 anymore.
Now that it's over, I'm excited about writing Buddie METAs, speculations and theories again. Prior to season 8, I stopped writing them because I didn't want to and I didn't have the energy or the desire to do it due to all the toxicity. Since I was tired of being jump scared, I stopped watching live after 7x6 aired and even though I did watch 7x10, I wished I hadn't because it was a big nothing burger.
I'm excited because I don't have to worry about seeing Buck with that one-dimensional love interest who couldn't act his way out of a paper bag.
This Thursday, for the first time in months, I'll be watching live again and I might live blog the episode. I miss doing that and I can't wait to see what's going to happen with the call on the "Hotshots" set that has a fake firefighter hanging from the aerial and I wonder if Eddie will have flashbacks about the night him and Buck got struck by the same bolt of lightning.
The purpose of this long post is to say, I've moved on and I will no longer dedicate any of my blog space, writings or anything else to that relationship because the character doesn't deserve my attention. It's even more exhausting than BT 1.0 and they were in a relationship for the entirety of season 5.
Since I love Eddie, I'm ready to focus my METAs and speculation on what's next for him. I was planning to do a long post on 8x6 but I won't since I've already done two long posts about BT 2.0's breakup. So now my attention will be focused solely on Eddie until I finish the posts I want to do regarding his scenes. I loved the fact that he got the majority of the screen time at the end of 8x6 and when Buck showed up, that made it even better.
I ONLY SHIP BUDDIE! I ALWAYS HAVE AND I ALWAYS WILL.
I've turned the page and I'm excited to see where Buddie is going next. I'm ready for them to enjoy spending time together again without Temu third wheeling and infringing on their relationship. I'm ready for their son to come home so the Buckley-Diazes can spend time together again too. I don't know when Chris will return but I don't think it was a coincidence that there was a picture of him on the sofa table that's next to the door underneath a picture of Texas especially since it was in the middle of Eddie and Buck.
So, here's to me being excited for Buddie and ignoring anything BT 2.0 related đĽłđžđĽđ.
I'm ready to enjoy my Buddie fandom experience again by creating METAs, theories, speculation, GIF sets and continuing to write fanfics and I can't wait!
#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#christopher diaz#911 abc#911 on abc#911 season 8#911 season 8 speculation#Canonically Observing 9-1-1 Speaks#the buckley diaz family#buckley diaz family
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Chapter III | Donât kill me Mr. Ghostface
Summary: You moved to one of the biggest cities in the world - Grand Line to pursue filmmaking career. Soon enough your path will cross with the vocalist of upcoming band called âThe Neighbourhoodâ. At first you decided to be just friends - because it would be easier, but sadly as everything in life sometimes by taking the easy path we regret a lot of things.
Main characters: Portgas D Ace x Reader (female)
Supporting characters: Nami, Usopp, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Deuce, Shanks, Buggy, Sabo, Eustass Kid (more to be add)
Description: Modern AU | Musician Ace
WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of smoking, mentions of weed, explicit language, sexual content, MINORS INTERACT ON YOUR OWN RISK (16+)
Word Count: 12,9K
<- previous chapter
NOTE: This chapter contains a lot of dialogues. More characters are being properly introduced. I donât want to rush things between Reader and Ace as obviously by now it is a slow-burn story, but from this chapter on you will have more and more interaction between them. I still donât want to let you entirely into Aceâs mind, as with time all of the things he does and says will have more logic as of why, I just hope that you will be patient enough until then. Iâm sure a lot of you might have expected a smut for this chapter, but you will be disappointed, as we are far away from one at least for now xD. Please feel free to leave comments about how you feel about the story and the characters relationship. Also if you enjoy the way I write always feel free to request an image, one-shot or a headcanon and if I have the time I would love to write it <3 I really hope you enjoy the chapter ^^
âYou were right about the picture for the exercise.â Usopp exclaimed when we were leaving class.
âI guess it is the same every year.â We were going to grab a lunch, as our lunchbreak started.
âAre we going back after?â he asked me. It was only him and I here from our assign group, everyone else was sick or not at university today, even Nami.
âYes, I was going to ask you the same.â I thought for a second if we should go back or call the rest of the day off. We were not having any class with a teacher after, but we were supposed to start writing the story for the exercise today. âLetâs stay and do the story, as we canât know who is coming tomorrow, and I donât want to waste time, as we should be done with it by Friday morning.â
âYeah, we should do that.â He agreed with me, opening the door to the cafeteria and letting me go first. âBut what if they donât like what we come up with?â
âThen they should have been here.â I snorted out. We grabbed some food and sat down in one of the corner tables. Usopp yawned, he locked so tired today.
âAll good with you? You look so tired.â I asked him concerned. âPlease, donât get sick and leave me here alone.â I whined and he chuckled at my reaction.
âNo, Iâm not getting sick. Donât worry.â He reassured me. âI just had so many things to do over the weekend and didnât have much time to spend with Kaya, so I tried to make it up to her last night, and Iâve slept for like three-four hours.â He explained, running a hand over his face, trying not to fall asleep.
âOh, you were making it up to her.â I tease him, wiggling my eyebrows playfully.
âShut up.â He shushed me, throwing a napkin towards me as I was messing with him.
âWhat were you busy with this weekend?â I took a bite of my food, curios at what he had done over the weekend that took so much of his time and energy.
âFirst, I had to go back to my hometown. My mom needed help with moving and selling some old furniture, we had around the house.â He took a bite of his own food. âThen when I came back Luffyâs brothers called me and wanted my help for a song they are releasing at the end of this week.â A little smile twitched on my lips as he mentioned the guys, Aceâs face appearing on my mind. âBut something happened with the program we were using for the final touches, so long story short, it took my whole day to restore the files. Ah, anyway how about you?â He brushed it off, not really in the mood to talk about it.
âNothing interesting. I barely left my place; I was watching movies and napping.â I shrugged. My weekend was quite boring this passed week. Especially the day after I worked at the bar. Shanks made me stay extra time to help around cleaning. Speaking of Shanks, his words about Ace havenât left my mind, neither did Ace. I caught myself thinking about him from time to time and the little interaction we had.
âOh, Iâm so jealous.â Usopp whined, interrupted my thoughts. He slouched his body on the table, crying for sleep.
âCome one letâs get you some coffee from somewhere.â I cooed, patting his head, making him get up from the chair.
âIâm telling you I almost fall asleep during class.â He stretched his body, trying to wake it up.
We took our stuffs and went to grab some coffee, from the near by cafe. Waiting on the queue to get coffee, we were discussing our project.
âThink about it â a tour in a medieval museum.â Usopp suggested, but I was still not convinced enough.
âI donât know, I think quite lot of people have already thought of this.â
The weather was quite chilly today. I couldnât stop shivering, but Usopp didnât seem affected by it as he was wearing just a green hoodie.
âYes, but we donât need the most original idea.â He was right about this. We needed something simple as we were not sure if everyone from our group would be here for the rest of the week.
âHow about a man who has nightmares of being tortured in his dreams, and he is calm at first, only to realise that this is actually real this time.â I suggested, as I was sure no one would think of it.
âGood idea, but...â Usopp paused looking at me. âMine is better.â We said together, laughing at our inside joke. âLetâs get the coffee, and we will decide when we go back. You want one as well? He asked me as it was his turn to order. I needed something warm to drink, so I accepted his offer. He bought me one and I thanked him. As we were walking to one of the sound rooms in school, we saw a big poster hanged on one of the walls.
âLook, they are having a Halloween party this week in here.â I excitedly turned to look at Usopp. âI have lost track of time so bad I have forgotten that Halloween is this week. We should go!â
âOh God, I forgot to tell you.â Usopp slapped his forehead. âLuffy told me to invite you to the party his brothers are throwing for Halloween. So, we are going to that one and you are coming with us!â He pointed his finger at me, letting me know that he would not take ânoâ for an answer.
âBut I have met them only once, Usopp. I will feel awkward just standing there not knowing anyone, at least here I know people.â I looked at the Halloween poster again. Here I have classmates that I know, even thought they were not as close to me as Nami and Usopp, it still will be less uncomfortable and awkward to be around them.
âWhat do you mean, you donât know anyone there?â Usopp grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him. âYou know me, Nami and the rest of the group now. Luffy told me to invite you himself. On top of it you know his brothers and the rest of the band.â He wrapped an arm around my shoulder as we started to walk down the corridor. âCome on, Kaya is also going to be there. You will be surrounded by people who you know.â We entered the sound studio, leaving our bags on the side and taking seat on the chairs. âCome on (Y/N), that party will be ten times better than the one here.â He nagged me.
âLook I will think about it, okay? But no promises.â I tried to negotiate with him.
âNah, Iâm not taking a ânoâ for an answer.â He wasnât planning on giving up. âIâm letting Nami know, Iâm too soft.â He pulled out his phone and started to text Nami.
âNo, Usopp stop!â I grabbed the phone from his hands. âI will think about it â I promise.â I put his phone on the desk. âI will see, I might donât go to neither of the parties, as I totally forgot that Halloween is coming up, and I donât have any costume.â
âNah, thatâs it Iâm letting Nami know.â He grabbed his phone from the desk again and I just gave up arguing about it. âDone â I sent her a message.â Putting his phone away, he looked at me seriously. âYou gonna see, you will have a lot of fun, I promise you.â He winked. âNow back to work.â He clapped his hands, and I rolled my eyes at him.
Halloween is my favourite day of the year â of course I want to dress up and go to party somewhere. Especially the one I got invited to just now. Even without nagging me, I knew that Usopp was right. The problem wasnât the party, it was the fact that Ace would be there. I wanted to meet him again, but I was also nervous. We have barely spoken, but there was something luring me towards him â something that I couldnât put my fingers on what it was. It was more than the way he looks that was for sure. I really wanted to get the chance of knowing him. He might turn out like the other guys I have met before â a pretty face and nothing more, but I canât know until we get to know each other. Just thinking about him made me both excited and nervous.
âEarth to (Y/N).â Usopp waved his hand in my face, bringing me back to reality. âYou, okay?â
âYeah, yeah. Iâm fine.â I took out my laptop so we can start writing the script. âSo, we are going with my idea, right?â I glanced at Usopp.
âMine is better but, sure.â
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I opened the fridge and sighed deeply, seeing that I have nothing left in it. I hesitated for a second if I should order or go to the store. I needed to buy food anyway, so I grabbed my headphones, my keys and left.
The store was ten minutes walk away from my apartment. I was taking my time wandering through the aisles, itâs not like I had anything to do at home. Passing by the cereals I saw a familiar face. I wasnât sure if I should go and greet him or not, as we have only met once, but he saw me anyway.
â(Y/N)â Luffy greeted me with a smile, taking his headphones off and I did the same.
âHey Luffy, nice to see you again.â I smiled at him.
âYeah, nice to see you as well. How are you?â He asked me.
âIâm good, a little tired from uni, but good.â I chuckled. âHow about you?â
âSame.â He shrugged. âGoing over to my brother Ace to play some games but stop to buy some snacks.â My body got goosebumps when he mentioned his brotherâs name. I looked at the basket in his hands and it was overfloating with snacks.
âDamn, thatâs a lot of snacks, are you throwing a party?â I joked.
âNah, just us two but we eat for like ten people.â We both laughed at his joke. I took a better look at Luffy and noticed how much he and Ace look alike.
âWell, he better lives close by, so you donât need to carry all of this.â I casually said, but I was curious if by any chance we might end up being neighbours.
âOh, I wish Ace lived this close by but no, I will have to catch the metro to get to his place.â
âWhat are you doing in this part of town then?â I asked.
âI live here, my place is exactly next to the supermarket.â Â
âNice, we are almost neighbours.â I exclaimed.
âCool.â Luffy smiled. âBy the way, did Usopp told you about the party this Friday?â He got excited mentioning the party.
âYeah, he did today, but Iâm not sure if I will come.â I awkwardly smiled at him.
âWhat? Why? No!â He was not happy with my answer. âWhat do you mean, you are not sure if you should come? You are coming! You, see? Easy, peasy.â He bumped his fist on my shoulder, a grin spread across his face.
âAs I said to Usopp â I will think about it.â I mocked his gestured.
âOuch, you are strong.â Luffy massaged his shoulder, pretending to be hurt. âBut come on, there isnât much to think of it, plus if you really donât like it, you can leave any time you want.â This was the second time we meet, but talking with him felt so natural â his friendly and carefree persona could make everyone feel safe and relaxed around him.
âWe will see, Luffy.â He rolled his eyes at my response with a smile. âWell, Iâm not gonna bother you any longer, as you have to go to your brother.â
âYou are not bothering me at all, but yes I have to get going, as he has been waiting for me for at least two hours know.â He said it so casually like it was something that happens frequently. âBut before you go, give me your Insta or something, we are practically neighbours, so we can go on a walk or hang out around someday.â He handed me his phone to put my Instagram on it.
âOf course, we should definitely do this.â I quickly typed my Instagram and followed myself. âHere you go.â I handed the phone back to him.
âNice, see you around then.â He smiled at me one more time before he went away. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to accept his request and followed him back.
********
The doorbell rang like crazy; someone was playing with the bell on purpose to annoy Ace. Ace paused the game he was playing and got up to open the front door of his flat.
âLuffy.â Â He yelled at his brother, pulling him inside as he locked Luffyâs head between his arm and body and started to ruffle his hair. No matter how old Luffy gets in Aceâs eyes he will always remains his little brother, for whom he has unconditional love.
âUh Ace, stop that.â Luffy tried to escape his brotherâs death grip, only to drop the bags he was caring on the ground. âStop it, Iâm not a kid anymore.â He protested, poking on his brotherâs side making him release his grip.
âYes, you are.â Ace bumped Luffyâs shoulder laughing at his reaction. Ace picked up the bags, from the floor to leave them on the kitchen counter. âWhat took you so long again?â He shouted from the kitchen, while Luffy was taking his shoes off.
âNothing.â Luffy went straight to the living room, sitting on the sofa and grabbing one of the controllers. âI went to buy snacks and then I saw (Y/N), and we chitchat for a bit.â
â(Y/N)? Shanksâ niece?â Ace sat next to him, grabbing his own controller. Luffy nodded in response. âYou know her?â His curiosity piqued. Until that night he didnât even know that Shanks has a niece. Ace glanced at his brother who had his eyes focused entirely on the new game they started.
âNah, I met her last Friday, when you were playing.â Luffy casually answered.
âDid you know that Shanks has a niece?â Ace asked; knowing that his brother wonât get suspicious at all at such question.
âYeah, I was aware of that, but I had never met her before. She is also Nami and Usoppâs classma- YES!â Luffy yelled as he won the round. âShe is cute, tho.â This caught Ace by surprise.
âOh, is she?â His whole attention now on his brother. âHaving a crush, hu?â The tone in his voice slightly changed. Luffy glanced at Ace for a second, shaking his head.
âHell, no! Not like that cuteâ He exclaimed loudly. âIâm not crossing that line, there.â He shook his head in fear. âI donât know which would be scarier â Nami killing me for hitting on her friend or Shanks breaking my neck if it even crosses my mind.â Ace just snorted at his brotherâs reaction; even thought he remembered the way Shanks eyes warned him in the club when he interrupted their conversation. Not like it was going to stop him, but he did get the warning.
âI invited her to the Halloween party, by the way.â Luffy added, eyes not leaving the screen.
âIs she coming?â Ace attention taken away from the game when Luffy blurted that you were invited.
âShe said that she is not sure, yet. But knowing Nami she wonât have much of a choice and she will come.â Luffy chuckled, thinking of Nami and how insistent she could be if she wants too. Ace smiled to himself. âWhat you smilinâ at?â Luffy interrupted his thoughts.
âAt the fact that Iâm beating your ass in this game.â Ace quickly lied; his attention directed fully on the screen now.
âBeating my ass? You havenât won a single round since I came here.â He bumped Aceâs shoulder.
âNo, I just let you win.â Ace laughed.
********
I got home and prepared myself a quick meal. I sat down to eat while scrolling on my phone. I saw that Luffy has posted a story and clicked on it â a picture of a TV screen with a game on it with a caption âBeat his assâ and under it he had mentioned Aceâs profile. I paused the story for a second, before clicking on the mentioned button. Aceâs profile was public, and I stalked him for a little bit. He didnât have much posted â four main posts and some highlights. He didnât really had pictures of himself alone. His main posts were two pictures with him and his brothers, one from some music festival he had been too, and the fourth one was a picture of their EP albumâs cover. His highlights were mostly of the band making music. The profile picture he had was nice â a black and white photo with his right-side profile, a hat was hanging on the back of his bare shoulders revealing his messy black hair and the red beams neckless around his neck. He was handsome to look at. A little blush appeared on my cheeks as I started to think about him again. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. I saw Namiâs name on the screen and I swiped to answer her.
âHell-â
âGive me one good enough reason of why you donât want to come to the party.â She wasted no time getting straight to the point.
âYeah, (Y/N) hello to you as well, how are you doing?â I mocked her.
âCome on, you know why Iâm calling.â She shushed me. âPlease, come to the party it will be fun, I promiseâ At this point I started to get a deja-vu. She was the third person today who told me the exact same thing.
âI donât have a costume.â
âSo do I, we can go tomorrow after classes to search for something, we can even match.â She excitedly said.
âI donât know Nami...why donât you ask Vivi? You can match with her instead.â
âIf I wanted to match with Vivi, I was going to speak with her now â not with you.â Nami responded to me sarcastically, and I could tell she probably rolled her eyes.
âCanât I have some time to think about it fir-?â
âNo!â She cut me off fast. âBecause we donât have much time to come up with the costumes.â
âWe have like four days until Friday.â I groaned. This was starting to get annoying.
âThree.â She corrected me. âOn top of it we have to think what we should match as and al-â
âFine, fine â you know what fine.â I interrupted her. âIâm coming just so I donât have to have this conversation again.â I sighed defeatedly. I removed the phone from my ear as Nami loudly squealed.
âI knew that you would say âyesâ.â She mocked me, knowing that I got pissed at her.
âYeah, yeah whatever.â I rolled my eyes.
âThink of ideas for matching costumes so tomorrow after class we can go shopping.â She told me before ending the conversation.
I sighed looking back at my phone screen, still on Aceâs Instagram profile. A tingling feeling boiled up inside of me, knowing that we will probably see each other at the party. I left my plate in the sink and went to lay in bed. âMaybe going to the party will be fun after all.â I thought to myself, a little smile on my face. My phone rang one more time, my dadâs picture popping up on the screen requesting to facetime me.
âHow is my little girl doing?â His cheerful, loud as aways, voice filled up the room.
âDad why is your hair blue again; I thought you outgrew your Emo period?â I mocked him. He got into colouring his hair a few years ago, and sometimes the colours were outrageous.
âTo represent my sadness and sorrow, as my precious daughter havenât called her dad for almost two weeks now.â He faked a cry. I playfully rolled my eyes at his little act.
âIâm sorry, I was just busy.â I did feel bad that I havenât called him in such a long time. âHow are you? I saw on your profile that you have sold out all the shows till the rest of the year.â A big grin on his face appeared as I mentioned this.
âYes, can you believe it? Your old man is a star.â He raised his chin acting like a royalty.
âMy old man is a diva, not a star.â I joked with him. âIâm proud of you dad, there is no better comedian than you.â I told him, as both my eyes and tone were filled up with love.
âOh, baby girl â my biggest achievement is being your dad.â I could see his eyes tearing a little bit. I have always known that it was not easy at all for him to raised me alone, but I will forever be grateful for it. âEnough for me, now tell me; how is school going, any guy catching your eye?â He teased me.
âNo, school is great, and no guy has caught my eye.â I lied, but the small smile and blush on my cheeks gave me away.
âLier, lier, pants on fire.â He called out my little lie. âThere is someone. Is it just a crush or something serious?â He wiggled his eyebrows to which I giggled.
âItâs nothing dad.â I tried to brush it off, as my face was burning hot.
âIf itâs nothing then why blushing like that?â He mocked me. âTell Buggy â who got his little girl heart swept away?â
âItâs really nothing, just some guy I met only once and we talked for like ten minutes at best, so itâs nothing.â It was nothing actually, Ace and I have barely spoken, I was just attracted to his charm, that is all â I thought to myself.
âIs he from your class?â Dad curiously asked me.
âNo, he is not. But it turned out that he is a friend of my friends.â
âSo, what now? Are you in a contact with him?â Growing up I didnât have many friends, as I was quite a shy kid, but my dad was always there â till this day he was my best friend and Iâve always known that my secrets were safe with him. Talking about boys with him was nothing new, but still, this was the first time that I really felt awkward about it.
âNo, but there is this party on Friday that he and his brothers are throwing, and I got invited.â I got flushed again.
âDid he invite you? Are you going?â He started to throw question after a question at me.
âNo, his brother who is Nami and Usoppâs best friend told them to invite me, and they were not taking a ânoâ for an answer, so â yes, Iâm going.â
âIs he going to be there?â He wiggled his eyebrows, teasing me.
âI hope so, yes.â I muttered.
âHow did you meet?â
âThe first time we met was at this coffee shop that Iâve told you about. I forgot my charger and saw that he had the same laptop as mine and I went to ask him if I can borrow it. Then he came and sat down with me, and we spoke for a little bit and then â omg dad you wonât believe it, he immediately got my âFantastic Mr Foxâ reference.â I excitedly said my eyes filled with sparkles, my dad smiling at my reaction. âAnd then the same night I was working at Shanksâ bar, and he was performing there, as he has his own band and they are so good by the way, and he is such a good singer, and yeah we met again, and we started to chitchat, but Shanks came and destroy everything as always.â I didnât realise that I was blabbing. âSo yeah, itâs nothing as I said.â I brushed it off.
âBaby girl.â He chuckled. âIt is not nothing. You obviously have a crush on the guy.â
âNo, dad I donât. How could I? We have barely talked; he is just good looking and Iâm bad at reading guys, you know this.â I shook my head, disagreeing with what he was saying.
âWe are all attracted by looks first.â He scolded me. âBut sometimes we donât need much to like someone, especially with the enthusiasm you were telling me your little story it does sounds and looks like you have a crush on the guy â so go get him!â He encouraged me.
âDad, you know as a father, you should be grumpy and unencouraging when your daughter has a crush not the opposite.â I chuckled.
âAhaa you see you do have a crush on the guy.â He mocked me. âAnd when have I been like the other dads?â He asked me seriously. âPlus, I want to see you happy, baby girl.â His voice filled with love. âAnd also, when you were little, you promised me no boyfriends until you were sixteen, you are five years behind schedule â as much as Iâm glad about this I think itâs time for you to experience love.â Even thought he was joking; I felt the hint of honestly behind his words.
âIâm doing pretty good on my own. I donât need a boyfriend.â I pause for a second. âPlus, he is surrounded by girls, I told you he is the vocalist in their band, so Iâm just you know...â I shrugged. âOne of the many.â This was something I was trying to ignore thinking about. I was not blind or stupid â I saw how many girls went and hit on him and his bandmates after the show.
âEvery man who chose another girl over you, my precious girl, will be the biggest fool the world will ever know.â He has always found ways to melt my heart.
âThank you, dad. I love you.â
âI love you, too darling. Take care of yourself. Next time we speak you better have some update on your crush.â He pointed his finger at the camera.
âYeah, sure dad. Bye.â I waved at him and ended the conversation.
I looked at the time and it was already 10:47PM, so I decided to get ready to sleep. I brushed my teeth and put some oversized t-shirt on and got into bed. Today was a very tiring day.
*******
The next day only â Nami, Usopp and I showed up from our group in university.
âWell, at least is the three of us.â I said as we were looking for the equipment we were going to use for the project.
âTrue, we donât need anyone else.â Usopp agreed with me picking up a few microphones that we were going to need to record the sounds.
âPlease repeat â so we are going to record some sounds from outside, and then the rest of the sounds that we will need, we record in the sound room?â Nami asked again, as she was still confused of what our plan exactly was.
âExactly.â Usopp and I responded at the same time.
âOkay, do we have everything?â She asked as we looked around to see if we were missing something.
âNo, I think we are good to go.â I replied taking one last look around the equipment room before we left.
We went to the park that was close by our university. Walking around, looking for an aera where there werenât a lot of people around, took us some time. After thirty minutes we finally found a place.
âOkay so...â I clapped my hands getting their attention as they were carefully putting the equipment on the ground. âI will do the sound recording, one of you will need to do the sounds we need for it and the other just can just chill.â I quickly explained.
âI can do the sounds. Nami can rest.â Usopp said.
âPerfect. Help me just connect the mic to the boom pole.â I asked Nami for her help. We quickly fix the microphone and connected it to the audio recorder. âSay something.â I put the headphones on and started to adjust the sound and the frequencies. Nami started to talk to the microphone until I was satisfied with it.
âOkay, nice we are ready to start. Usopp please stand where the big pile of leaves is.â Usopp nodded at me and went to stand where I told him to. I went and crouched a little next to him. âI want you to start stepping heavy on the leaves first.â I instructed him. âNami, do you want to call the slates?â I asked her with a smile, knowing how much she loves to do this.
âOf course I want.â She came closer to us and crouched to the microphone. âQuiet on set please! Sound?â
âRolling.â I said.
âScene one, take one â Action!â Nami said and Usopp started to step on the leaves as Iâve told him to. It took us an hour to record everything we needed. From the of sound the leaves to the sound of some birds flying by.
âThat was fast.â Nami exclaimed.
âOf course, with a professional actor like me you didnât even need more than two takes.â Usopp patted himself on the shoulders, for the job he had done. We laughed at him and his cockiness.
âBefore we go letâs record one take of you screaming here, as in the sound room it will be way too clean.â I stopped them from putting the equipment back. âI just want to have a record from here, just in case.â They both agreed with me. Â
I held the microphone up close to Usopp face ready to record. He was about to scream but Nami stopped us.
âWait, I want to take video of this, I have a feeling I will regret it if I donât.â She pulled her phone up and gave us the thumbs up to start recording. I nodded to Usopp to scream whenever he felt ready. I jumped out of surprise of how loud Usopp screamed and dropped for a second the boom pole, hitting him on the nose with the microphone, before I was able to catch it. I removed the headphones from my head as my ears hurt from the volume of the scream. Nami couldnât stop laughing hysterically.
âUsopp, are you okay?â I placed my hand on hid shoulder as he was holding his nose.
âYeah, Iâm good. Are you okay, what happened?â He looked at me confused.
âThe headphones were on a full volume, and I didnât realise it, and then you screamed so loud, I got startled, and the volume hurt my ears.â I explained. âIâm so, so sorry.â I apologised, feeling so bad that he was got hurt.
âItâs okay, it doesnât hurt that bad.â He patted me on the shoulder reassuring me that everything was okay.
âGuys, guys.â Nami shouted running toward us. âPlease, look at the video.â She couldnât stop laughing. We looked at her phone and she pressed play. The video was hilarious â from the moment I almost dropped the microphone and my reaction, to the moment where it hit Usopp and he grabbed his nose. Even if we were planning to stage it wouldnât have turned out this good and all three of us burst out laughing.
âThis is hilarious.â Usopp fell to the ground holding his stomach unable to stop laughing.
âIâm posting this, Iâm sorry guys but this has to be posted.â Nami opened her Instagram and posted the video on her story tagging Usopp and me. After we calmed down a little, we tried once again to record the scream, but this time without any headphones. We officially wrapped and went back to university.
******
âAnd itâs a wrap!â Nami announced once we were done recording in the sound room.
âI canât believe we manage to do it in one day.â I was amazed by how fast we were moving on the project so far. âIf we manage to edit it tomorrow, we will be free on Thursday, and just need to come on Friday morning for evaluations.â
âAnd then we go to party.â Usopp started to dance on his chair. âI canât wait, you will never guess what Kaya and I are going to be dressed as.â He smirked at Nami and me.
âLike what? Super Mario and Princess Peach?â Nami raised her eyebrow.
âNo, you wanna guess (Y/N)?â He spined on chair facing me.
âI-I donât know. Barbie and Ken?â He shook his head ânoâ at my guess. âThen?â
âMetro Boomin and Future.â He threw some gang signs at us, while Nami and I looked at each and burst out laughing.
âWhat? Why? How?â I was speechless. âHow did you even come up with this?â I needed to know what born this idea in their minds. Â
âWas it your idea Usopp? Oh, poor Kaya.â Nami huffed.
âUm, ladies â to your surprise it was not an idea that my mind came up with it, it was Kayaâs.â He raised his hands in the air like someone was pointing a gun toward him.
âIâm repeating (Y/N)âs question â how?â Nami asked him, we were both still in shock.
âShe saw something in TikTok, some girl dressed as Future, and she sent it to me and said that she wants to be him for this Halloween, so I was okay I will be Metro then.â Nami and I looked at each other still a little confused then back at Usopp. âWhy are you looking at me like this? At least our idea is original â who many other couples you know that will go as them?â He mocked us.
âWell, here you have a point.â I agreed with him. âYou will definitely win most original couple costume of the night.â I mocked him.
âWhat are you two going to be? Do you plan to match?â He asked us.
âWell, we havenât decided, yet.â I said.
âSomething sexy for sure.â Nami winked, a smug smirk growing on her face. I looked at her knowing that she has had already something in mind.
âOh no. Youâve already come up with something.â I was scared to ask what it was, as I had this feeling that I wonât like it.
âHow about a dark and a light angle?â She suggested, looking at me expecting my reaction.
âYeah...but no.â I shook my head not being very found of the idea.
âWhy not?â She was surprised by my answer.
âItâs too basic, there will be at least four other girls dress the exact same way.â Last thing I wanted for Halloween was to wear a boring costume.
âDo you have anything better than that then?â I could see that she agreed with me on this.
âActually, yeah. But Iâm not sure if you gonna be down for it.â I smirked knowing that my idea was way better than hers. I took a dramatic pause before I tell her. âDonkey and Puss from Shrek, bam.â
âThat is actually a super cool idea.â Usopp nodded at me, clearing liking my idea.
âAs long as you are Donkey.â Nami pointed her finger at me, I laughed knowing that if she agreed I would have to be Donkey.
âSure, I will be Donkey.â
âA sexy Donkey.â She winked at me, and I rolled my eyes at her.
We sat for a little bit more and chitchat while waiting for the recordings to save on my hard drive. Nami was on her phone and suddenly she burst out laughing. Usopp and I turned our heads towards her wondering what caused her outburst.
âLuffy just replied to my story.â She continued to laugh, holding her stomach. âHe-he said âUsopp did a nice catch with the nose, Ace and I canât stop laughing.â Usopp and I started to laugh, until Nami mentioned Aceâs name. I cringed thinking about him seeing my face and rection. The computer made a sound that the files were transferred so I fixed that while Nami and Usopp were texting Luffy.
âOkay, guys itâs all done now. We can go.â I told them, as I started to put my stuffs in my bag. âWhat time should we come tomorrow?â
âI say around 10AM.â Usopp suggested, and I nodded. They grabbed their bags, and we left.
*******
The rest of the days went by fast. Wednesday before I met with Nami and Usopp I stopped by my favourite coffee shop, part of me was expecting to see Ace there, but I didnât. Today I gave it another try but it was the same as on Wednesday.
After we finished with our evaluations for the project, a few classmates asked me if I was coming to the Halloween party tonight, but I told them that for now I was not sure if I will be able to make it. They told me to come, as it would be fun, but I couldnât make any promises.
âWhy donât we go for a little bit to the party they are throwing here in uni?â I suggested to Nami, as we were going to her place to get ready for tonight.
âBecause we are going to a better one.â She scoffed.
âCome on, letâs go for just one drink and then we go straight to Luffyâs, please.â I nagged her, as I really wanted to go and hang up with our classmates for a bit.
âOkay, but only one drink.â She muttered. I squeaked happily and hugged her.
******
âDamn, we look good.â Nami exclaimed as we were checking ourselves in the mirror in her bedroom.
I was wearing a grey mini skirt with a silver corset on top, which Nami tighten a little bit too much, with a pair of black boots. I let my hair down as I was wearing a donkey ears on top of my head. Nami was dressed in light brown mini skirt with an orange corset on top and brown boots. On top of her long ginger hair, that was falling freely on her back, she had put cat ears. We took some pictures before heading to the party at university first. A lot of our classmates were already there when we arrived. I started to chitchat with some of them, as Nami went to get us something to drink. She came back giving me a can of beer.
âSadly, beer is all I could find. We were supposed to bring our own booze.â She huffed, I could see that she was already eager to leave.
âCome on, at least fake it for me that you enjoy it.â I nagged her. She rolled her eyes but nodded. âWho gave you this by the way?â I took a sip of the beer.
âSome guy from year two.â
âDidnât you take for yourself?â I was surprised, usually she never turns down things given to her for free.
âNah, you know Iâm not a fan of beer. But I will look around and see if someone has something stronger.â She patted me on the shoulder and left.
I continued to speak and laughed with some of the people from our class. We took some pictures and started to play some card game that took me some time to understand. I was having a lot of fun at the party here. Soon I finished my drink, and someone offered me another one, but I kindly denied their offer. I excused myself and went to look for Nami. She was sitting on one of the couches in school, talking with some girls from the second year; I got close to them and interrupted their conversation.
âSorry for interrupting girls.â I apologised to them. âNami, you want to go or stay a little longer?â
âAre you kidding me â letâs go.â She quickly got up and waved goodbye to the girls.
As we were walking to the metro station, I realised I have no idea where we were going.
âBy the way I forgot to ask you, whoâs house are we going to?â I was shaking a little bit because of the cold weather. I took a very tin jacket with me which wasnât keeping me warm at all, on top of it my legs were bare.
âDeuceâs place. They usually throw parties at his house, as he is the only one who owns one.â She explained, and then looked at me. âAre you cold? You are shivering like crazy.â Her eyes were filled with concern.
âYea, Iâm freezing. I should have taken a long coat like you.â I wrapped my arms around myself, shivers running all over my body.
âOh, come here.â She pulled me to the side of her body wrapping me in her arms trying to warm me up a little. âYou are going to get warm once we get to the party.â She winked at me.
******
We finally reached the metro station and caught the metro. Twenty minutes later we were in front of Deuceâs house. The music coming from it could be heard from miles away. Getting closer I noticed that there were quite lot of people. Some of them greeted Nami as we were walking toward the entrance. Once we stepped inside everything looked crazy. Whoever took care of the decoration did a very good job. The place was a two-storey house. The hallway was leading to a very spacious living room on the left side, and the kitchen was right at the end of it. On the right side of the entrance was the staircase to the second floor. We looked around until we could find someone familiar.
âI will check the kitchen; you check the living room.â Nami yelled in my ear as the music was way too loud. I was going to protest and tell her to not leave me alone, but she quickly disappeared. âGreatâ I thought to myself. I took my jacket off and hung it by the door, where it was already formed a big pile of jackets. I took a deep breath and started to walk towards the living room. Looking around searching for someone familiar, I was also carefully checking if anyone by any chance might be Ace. I felt like a lost deer in the middle of the living room. Someone bumped into me and didnât even apologise.
âAss.â I called out after him, but he didnât pay me any attention.
I looked around once more until my eyes landed on the couch. There were two guys sitting on it dressed the same â black pants, tight black shirts defining their muscular bodies with Ghostface masks on. On both of their sided were sitting two girls. The one on the right side had his arm wrapped around the girl who was sitting with her legs on his lap, his other hand on the couch. While the guy siting on the left side had a guitar on his lab and the girl sitting next to him leaned on his shoulders. The two girls were dressed as a dark and a light angle, and I made a mental note to myself tell Nami â âI told youâ. I was about to turn around when the guy holding the guitar caught my attention. It wasnât him but the tattoos on his arms that did it, they looked oddly familiar. Then it hit me â Â I recognised the tattoos, this must be Law, the guy from Aceâs band. I took look at the guy next to him dressed exact same, wondering who it might be. The girl sitting on his lap turned her head towards my direction and so did the guy. I quickly looked away realising that I was staring at them. I tried to make my way around until I saw a familiar green buzz cut.
âZoro.â I yelled trying to catch his attention. Surprisingly, he heard me and turn around.
âYo, watâs up?â He greeted me, as he pulled me for a hug with his left arm. âAre you a donkey?â He eyed my costume.
âYeah, Donkey from Shrek.â I grabbed my ears and moved them playfully. âDo you like it?â I spined around so he could take a better look.
âYe, sure. You look nice for a donkey.â He nodded at me, his tone cool and unbothered as always.
âWhat are you dressed as?â I ran my eyes on his costume.
âGuess.â He challenged me.
âHmm...â I took a better look at his costume until I noticed the symbol on his yukata. âNo way, you are dressed as a samurai from old Wano.â He chuckled at me and nodded. His costume was amazing. âHow did you come up with it?â
âYou know, Iâm into marshal arts, and I have some roots from Wano. So... yea, I decided to pay a little tribute to my roots this year.â He was quick and short with his explanations.
âWhere are the re-â I didnât finish my question as I heard someone behind me.
âThere you are.â Usopp shouted, pulling me for a hug.
âMetro, make it boom.â I shouted at Usopp checking him out. âDamn, Usopp you look good tonight, I think you should dress like this more often.â He was dressed exactly like Metro Boomin from his lates album cover â black suit and white shirt, the white bandana wrapped around his forehead, his hair braided and as a last touch he even wore the exact same sunglasses as him. âWhere is Future?â I joked, looking around for Kaya.
âFuture is in the kitchen doing shots with Nami and sent me to get you there.â He nodded at us to follow him. Before we leave the living room, I took a glance towards the couch. It was only Law sitting on it with the girl from earlier. His mask was lifted now, and I could easily see his face. He and the girl were too busy making out with each other. Part of me was wondering if the other guy might be Ace. But then this unpleasant feeling bubbled inside of me when I remembered the girl sitting on his lap and the way his arm was wrapped around her. I tried to shake the feeling away and focus on my friends instead. After all it might not be him.
As we entered the kitchen, I quickly spotted Nami and Kaya. Kaya looked at us and waved her hand. She pulled me in a tight hug once we were next to them.
â(Y/N), Iâm so happy to see you.â By the sound of her voice, I could tell that she was already tipsy. Her usual shy persona was long gone.
âMe too, Future. Nice drip.â I complimented her, as her look like Future turned out pretty good. She was wearing this long thick faux fur coat, her eyes hidden behind round sunglasses, and her neck was covered in so many silver and sparkling chains â she did an amazing job recreating his look as well.
âWake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water.â She started to rap his verse from Low Life and we all started to laughed as she started to throw gangster signs at Usopp and screaming in his face âIf she catch me cheating, I won't ever tell her, "sorry"â. Usopp was looking at her in disbelief as we couldnât contain our laughter. If someone told me earlier today that I would witness drunk Kaya rapping at her boyfriend how she would cheat on him while throwing gangster signs I would have never believe it.
âThis is what I get for being a good boyfriend.â He grabbed her face and shushed her with a kiss. In her drunken state she wasted no time to deepening their kiss.
âGet a room, you two.â Someone cheerfully yelled at them, we all turned our heads to see Luffyâs big grin as he joined our circle. He was dressed as Spiderman. His skinny but muscular body was fitting the costume very good, he could play a real life Spirdeman man if he wanted to. The only missing part of his costume was the mask. Â
âWhat took you so long guys?â He asked Nami and me, as he pulled us for a hug. âYou two look great by the way.â He complimented us. âWhat are you a donkey and what? A cat demon from hell?â He poked Nami on the sides messing with her.
âLuffy.â Nami whined. âIâm Puss from Shrek, and (Y/N) is the Donkey.â She explained to him.
âWow, nice. I like this.â He gave us the thumbs up. â(Y/N), you look too sober, letâs get you drunk. Nami you too.â He poured up three glasses with rum and coke, then before he handed them to us, he filled all the way up six shot glasses with vodka. âEveryone, grab a shot of vodka.â He shouted, as he raised one of the shot glasses in the air. âLetâs make this night memorable.â We all cheered and took the shots in one sip. The strong taste of the vodka was burning my insides as my whole body twitched from the feeling of it. Luffy handed Nami and me, the drinks he made for us and himself.
âYo, Luffy we should roll one, now that everyone is here.â Zoro turned to Luffy.
âHell yeah.â He shouted, agreeing with Zoro. âNo wait, we are not all here. Where is Sanji? I swear I saw him.â
âDo we really need him?â Zoro snorted.
âHe is upstairs.â Usopp said pointing at the ceiling.
âWhat is he doing upstairs? Someone goes get him.â Luffy said not getting the hint.
âHe is banging some chick Luffy.â Nami clarified for him. Luffyâs eyes widen, and he grinned.
âWell, good for him. Get it Sanjiâ Luffy chuckled, and we all laughed. âOkay, Zoro come with me to find Sabo as I think he has some of the good one tonight.â
Nami made us four more shots, but Usopp told her to not give Kaya more, and that she needed some cold air, so they went outside for a bit.
âThis is for us two then.â She handed me two shot glasses. âOne after the other.â She warned me. I followed her orders without protesting and we quickly took the shots. We grabbed the rum and cola that Luffy made us and started to look around at the party. Some people were playing some card game, and we decided to join. They quickly explained the rules, which were simple, and we started to play with them. Nami rolled the dice first and it landed on blue, she took a blue card of the pile and read it out loud.
âGive this card to the person with the least bodies.â She looked around not knowing the people we were playing with. âOkay who here is virgin?â She asked and everyone laughed. âAs I expected, okay who here has slept with more than one person.â They all laughed again as she was saying the funniest jokes on Earth. âThen, darling, this card belongs to you.â She handed me the card and I rolled my eyes at her. It was my turn now. I rolled the dice, and it landed on pink. It was dare.
âTake off your shirt or drink three shots.â I shook my head. âIâm taking the shots.â Some of the guys booed me, but I ignored them. Someone brought me three shot glasses full of some pink liquor. âItâs watermelon sour shot, they are harmless donât worry.â The girl who handed me the shots reassured me. I thanked her and drank the shots. She was right they were rather sweet than bitter. We continue to play a few more rounds with them until Nami nodded me to move somewhere else. I could feel that I was getting tipsy. I got a hold of her hand and stopped her for a second.
âNami, do you know where the toilet is, I really need to pee.â I asked her as I was holding it for a quite some time now.
âYea, itâs upstairs. But please, hold it for a second so we can drink two more shots.â She dragged me with her to some table full of shots. She handed me two again.
âWhat is it in it?â I asked as I had no idea what I was holding. Nami lift it to her nose and smelled it.
âOh, itâs Jägermeister â now chuck.â She already drank hers before I even lifted mine. I scrunched my nose at the smell of it â not being a fan of Jägermeister, but still drank it. I saw her pulling her phone texting someone. âOkay, everyone is at the backyard ready to smoke, letâs go.â She grabbed my hand and pulled me after her.
âNo, Nami, wait.â I stopped her. âI need to go pee; you go outside I will find you.â
âAre you sure? I can come with you?â
âNo, just go. I will be fine.â I waved at her making my way upstairs. As I was going up the stairs, I could feel that those two last shots were bad idea. I got to the second floor and there I was met with four doors, and I didnât know which one was the toilet. I opened the first one on the right and it was just a small storage room. I tried with the second door on the right and when I opened it, I froze on the spot. The room was dark, but because of the open door some light got in and there was one of the guys with the Ghostface mask with one of the girls. One of his hands was wrapped around her throat choking her, while the other was pulling her hair. He was so focused on fucking her from behind that he didnât realise what was going on until she screamed. The guy looked up and stopped immediately. I realised what just happened and quickly closed the door. I tried opening the first door on the left and finally it was the toilet. My heart was going to explode in my chest. Because of the dim light I couldnât see who it was. âDid I just walk on Law having sex? Or it was the other masked dude?â I thought to myself. I looked at myself it the mirror. My makeup was a little smudged at this point and my hair was messy, I sighed at the look of myself. I quickly peed and washed my hands. I was a little scared to go out of the bathroom, what if the guy got mad and he was looking to kill me know?
âI watch too many moviesâ I murmured to myself. I opened the door and there was no one. I quickly ran down the stairs which wasnât a good idea as I almost tripped and fell but I got a hold of myself on the railing. I hit my knee in it and I hissed from the pain, hoping no one saw that. I stopped in the middle of the hallway as everything was spinning around me, the alcohol finally kicking in. It felt like there are more and more people in the house since we came, as if it was possible. I didnât know which way the backyard was, and I felt a little lost. As I was looking around trying to focus my sight, I felt someone gently putting their hands on my shoulders.
âAre you lost, doll?â Someone whispered in my ear. Shivers ran down my spine. I turned around quickly to face the person behind me. It was the Ghostface masked guy. I stepped back, as I wasnât sure if he was the one I caught upstairs just a few minutes ago. What if he got mad at me? He was quite taller than me, I was faced with him muscular chest. The tight shirt on him defining every inch of muscles he had on his body. I looked at his hands searching for tattoos but there were none, so it wasnât Law, but why would Law call me doll in a first place? His arms were toned and veined and there was something on his left biceps. My eyes run up his left arm. On top of his left bicep was a tattoo, all I could of see was a crossed out âSâ and âEâ. The guy was just looking at me with the mask on, without saying anything, like we were in one of the scenes in the movie âScreamâ. I held my breath for a second, feeling intimidated but weirdly attracted by him. The alcohol gave me a big push of confidence, and I spoke first.
âYou want to play a psycho killer?â I asked him the exact same thing the actress in the movie did, and he nodded just like the killer in the movie.
âCan I be the helpless victim?â I tease him the same way the actress did, and he nodded again.
âNo please donât kill me Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequelâ I flutter my eyelashes at him. He came a step closer to me, and just ran his finger across my neck, as he was slitting it. The feeling of his fingers felt like they left a path of fire on it. My breath got caught in my lungs and electricity ran all over my body. The guy took off his mask, and I was met with Aceâs messy hair and charming smile.
âHey there, beautiful.â His were eyes half lidded, but there was something in the way he was looking at me. âAre you lost? I can always help to guide you.â His voice was smooth and raspy at the same time.
âAce.â My eyes widen at the sight of him. My confidence left me, when he was standing so close to me. âI-I no, no, Iâm not lost, but Iâm looking for the backyard.â I cleared my throat trying to compose myself.
âRelax, you will be on the sequel.â He joked with me. âCome they are looking for you.â He nodded me to go with him, as he put his hand on my waist guiding me. This simple gestured caused my cheeks to become flaming hot. We made our way to the backyard, and everyone were there, even Sanji and Aceâs other brother â Sabo with his girlfriend.
âDid you fall in the toilet?â Nami asked me sarcastically.
âHa-ha, so funny.â I responded to her.
âSorry (Y/N), we smoked the joints before you come.â Luffy awkwardly scratched his neck. âNext round Iâm rolling you one for yourself only.â He giggled and I could tell that he was quite high at this point.
âItâs okay, Iâm way too tipsy anyway.â I waved him off with a smile. Everyone started to chitchat something among themselves. Zoro and Sanji were arguing about something while Luffy couldnât stop laughing at them. Usopp was making sure that Kaya was on her feet, as she had drunk too much alcohol, and now on top of it she was high. Nami was speaking something with Koala, who was leaning on her boyfriend Sabo. My body shiver slightly as the night was getting colder, and the alcohol wasnât helping, as I stared to feel more tired than in the mood for a party.
âAre you having fun?â Ace came closer to me.
âUh, yea... just l-little tired that is all.â I awkwardly chuckled, shivers ran down my spine feeling him so close.
âLooks like you are freezing. Do you want to go inside?â His tone was gentle.
âNo, I need some air. Plus, inside is way too loud.â I brushed off his offer. âI will be fine, donât worry.â A slightly blushed bloomed on my cheeks. I looked away trying to hide it. Alcohol usually gives people confidence, not the opposite, but tonight it wasnât helping me at all.
âBut you are freezing, doll.â He remarked, looking at my shivering body. âLetâs go somewhere where you can have both some cold air and be warm at the same time.â He whispered in my ear.
âWhere?â I slightly tilted my head looking him in the eyes as he had bend over a little to meet my gaze.
âCome.â He just nodded at me to follow him, and I did. I turned around to look at the rest of the group but only Sabo was looking at us with a smirk. I lowered my gaze to the ground, as the blushed deepened on my cheeks.
******
Going back inside the house Ace got stopped a few times by some people greeting him. Some of them were girls, and the looks they sent my way werenât very friendly. As we were going up the stairs Ace stopped and looked over his shoulder at me and asked if I want something to drink. I told him that a glass of water would be perfect, as I was feeling super thirsty. He nodded at me and told me to wait for him in the hallway upstairs. It didnât take him long to come back. He handed me the glass of water and I thanked him. Ace started to walk to the second door on the right and as he was grabbing the doorknob to opened it, I stopped him.
âNo, no, no. Do not open this door.â I still remember the scene from earlier when I caught the masked guy with the girl. Then it hit me like a truck â as I knew now that it was Ace and Law dressed the same, was it possible that I caught Ace there earlier. I looked at him a little suspicious as I let go of his hand. He raised his eyebrow at me, confused about what was going on.
âWhy not?â He let go of the doorknob, turning all his attention to me.
âWell, y-you know w-why.â I avoided looking at him.
âNo, doll I donât.â He grabbed my chin with two of his fingers and making me look at him.
âI-I walked o-on someone... not l-long ago... h-having... y-you k-know...â His fingers were still holding my chin, but I avoided his gaze. He laughed at me for a second.
âAh, donât worry doll, if there is someone inside right now, they wonât be the first Iâve ever walked on.â Ace let go off my chin and opened the door. âWell, we are lucky there is no one in, come.â He got inside and waited for me to follow him. I hesitated for a moment but decided to trust him. The room was dark, but Ace quickly made his way to one of the corners and turned on the tall floor lamp positioned there. It was a bedroom. The walls were coloured in a cream beige nuance, some simple art paintings were hanged on them. The bed in the middle of the room was quite big, the sheets were wrinkled but still it wasnât messy. The wall next to the bed had a big window door that were leading to a balcony. Ace closed the door behind me.
âYou can sit or lay on the bed, and I will open the balcony doors.â He pushed the curtains and opened one of the doors. I sat on the side of the bed next to the opened door, and Ace sat next to me. I took a few sips of my water, my mouth dry and my mind was still quite foggy because of the alcohol. My heart was beating fast, as I realised that I was alone with Ace in the room. I saw him looking at me, and now on this dimed light I could take a better look at him. His cheeks were a little flushed, probably because of the alcohol, and his were eyes half lidded, but I couldnât tell if he was high or not. His hair was messy because of the mask, at least I hoped it was because of it.
âWhere is your company?â The question slipped out before I could even stop myself.
âWhat company?â He raised his eyebrow at my question.
âY-you know that g-g-girl from earlier. D-did I w-walked o-n y-you?â I muttered, my eyes not moving from the water glass. âI-I mean, t-the g-guy w-was also wearing t-the s-same mask a-as y-you a-an...â Aceâs tongue-clucking interrupted me, and I locked at him. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he was shaking his head.
âOuch, doll.â He tilted his head at me, a little smirk playing on his face. âI know we donât really know each other, but donât you think this would be kinda a big dick move? Like come on, fucking one girl and what, fifteen minutes later going to another one?â He snorted. I could feel that he was a little offended in the way his voice changed.
âOh my God, no, no Ace I-I didnât mean it like this, I-Iâm extremely sorry.â I put the glass on top of the bedside table. âI-I swear I didnât mean that, I-I thought i-if it w-was you, a-at least I can apologise for walking on y-you t-thatâs all.â I babbled and didnât realise that I moved closer to him and grabbed his arm by the shoulder.
âItâs okay, no offence was taken.â He brushed it off, his tone was cool. Being this close to him I noticed that he has freckles covering his face, especially his cheeks, which was adding a bit of cuteness to his otherwise very handsome face. I shivered again as the wind from outside filled up the room with cold air. I wrapped my arms around myself again.
âLet me close the door.â I wanted to protest, as the balcony door being open was giving me a sense of escape. It was making the atmosphere around us less intimidate.
âSo, long time no see.â Ace sat back on the bed, leaning back on his hands. âYou didnât go for coffee this week?â He teasing smirk forming on his lips.
âI did actually, you just missed me.â A little smile forming on my lips.
âI will be a fool to missed you, doll.â He chuckled and I rolled my eyes at his lame comment.
âSo what? You were looking for me or something?â My confidence was coming slowly back, and he just laughed at me. He eyed me from head to toe.
âIâm surprised you didnât dress as a fox.â He reached with his left arm and wiggled my donkey ears.
âIâve already been a fox for Halloween, I donât like repeating my costumes.â I felt myself relax and I laid my body on the bed. âAt least my costume is not a lazy one.â I mocked him.
âHey, what do you mean?â He turned his body on the side facing me, leaning his head on his left hand.
âYou know.â I shrugged. âGhostface mask? Really?â I couldnât contain my giggle, as I continued to mock him. Ace rolled his eyes at me playfully.
âShut up. Iâm not into dressing up anyway, so I didnât even care.â
âBoring.â I murmured, glancing at him playfully as well.
âDamn, doll you switch fast â just a seconds ago you were all shy on me, and now you are bulling me, tc-tc.â He licked his lips, looking at me amazed.
âIâm not bulling you; Iâm criticizing you.â I corrected him, and we both burst out laughing.
âSo, now that itâs just us two, letâs finished the conversation we were having last Friday before your uncle interrupted us.â Ace said. âTell me â what are you into the most?â I thought for a second back to our conversation a week ago before I answered his question.
âDirecting for sure. I love filming, but itâs different when you are the director.â I explained.
âWhat got you into film making?â He moved a little closer to me, but I didnât mind it, as I started to feel calmer around him.
âWell, I can say I was a little influenced by my dad. Growing up, going with him to different studios and theatres, got me into loving the idea of creating something with a camera.â I smiled to myself, remembering the days when I was little, and dad would bring me to every movie or show he was recording, even if kids werenât allowed, he never followed the rules. âI took a gap year before I decided what I want to do for sure, and then I found the program here and yes... this is how I end up studying filmmaking.â I moved my gaze to Ace, he was looking at me with a smile on his face, listening careful to what I was saying.
âIs your dad also a filmmaker?â He asked.
âHa-ha, no, no.â I shook my head. âHe likes to be in front of the camera unlike me and he is a comedian.â
âFor real? Is he famous or something?â Ace raised his eyebrow curiously.
âMhm...â I bit my lip, nodding my head. âHave you head of Buggy the Clown?â
âNo way.â Aceâs eyes widen in surplice. âYour dad is Buggy the Clown?â I nodded a big grin spread across my face, being proud of Buggy being my father. âMy brothers and I love him; your dad is amazing. Damn, so you are the daughter he tells all these crazy stories about.â He chuckled at me in disbelief.
âYea, Iâm the infamous daughter.â I giggled at his comment, my cheeks blushing a little.
âDamn... I feel starstruck now, can I have your autograph or something?â Ace teased me.
âOf course, you can where you want me to sign.â I teased him back, winking at him.
âDonât tease me like that, doll.â He chuckled a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
âWhat about you? What got you into music?â My cheeks got flaming hot again and I quickly changed the subject, but also, I was really interested to hear his story behind how we discovered his talent.
âLetâs say I was a quite troubled kid, and as a punishment my aunt made me attend the school choir.â His face frowning a bit from embarrassment remembering the days back in the choir. âI hated it, you have no idea how much I hated attending it.â I let out a giggle at his expression. âAnyway, the teacher saw potential in me and spoke with my aunt to sign me for private lessons. She couldnât afford that as she had to take care of Sabo and Luffy as well, but my teacher took me under her wing and, yeah..â He awkwardly chuckled.
âWell, that teacher wasnât wrong.â I said, our gazes locking. Ace snorted at my comment, but he didnât say anything.
âAnd how about the guitar? Did you take lessons, or you are self-taught?â I asked him, my voice came out almost as a whisper. Our gazes met and I couldnât move mine from his dark brown eyes. I made a mental note to myself that I havenât paid attention till now what a deep shade of brown they were, everyone could get lost in his beautiful eyes. His thin but as dark as his hair eyebrows were adding to his bold but handsome face.
âLaw taught me when we became friends.â He spoke in a low tone as he moved a little strand of hair from my face. His fingers were surprisingly soft, even thought they were barely glazing the skin of my face. His touched felt like fire. My breath got caught in my lungs, as suddenly the room became so hot. Ace moved even closer to me, his fingers now playing with the strand of my hair. âDo you know that you have beautiful eyes, doll.â The way he said it as a statement and not a question made my heart skipped a beat. I just shocked my head, unable to say or do anything, as my body froze, but my eyes never left his. He licked his lips, eyes moving to my lips. I slightly opened my mouth, my hands gripping on the sheets under me, heart beating faster. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to calm myself down, and when I opened them, Ace cursed under his breath.
âFuck.â He shook his head and sat up straight in the bed, looking at the ground. I followed him, looking at him confused.
âAce?â My voice soft, coming out as a whisper. âA-are you okay? D-did I do something?â The energy in the room changed quickly. If a few seconds ago everything felt hot, like it was caught on fire, now it was the opposite, I could feel the cold wind from outside again.
âIâm sorry, doll.â He slightly tilted his head to look at me again. âPlease, forgive me and forget about what happened just now.â His voice remained low.
âNothing really happened.â I tried to reassure him with a smile. I reached with my hand to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand midair and looked at me seriously.
âI mean it, doll. Forget about what just happened.â His tone was stern.
âAce, Iâm really confused right now, and itâs not because of the alcohol.â I was so confused, what gotten into him out of nowhere. âNothing happened we are just a little drunk that is all.â I chuckled trying to lighten up the mood. Â
âDoll, you donât get it.â He shook his head again, looking away.
âThen explain.â I snapped at him; even thought I didnât mean to. âSorry, I didnât mean it to come out so har-â
âIâm not the guy that sticks around, (Y/N).â Ace interrupted me. âSo, letâs not cross any lines, nothing more than a friendship, okay?â He snapped back at me. I lower my gaze to the ground and nodded. Ace sighed, running a hand through his hair. âBelieve me, doll... Iâm making you a favour.â He got up from the bed and he left the room.
*******
I sat by myself for quite some time not being able to explain to myself what just happened between Ace and me. Did he just reject me? Did I do something to make him react that way? I wanted to go and find him and ask what was all that, but my self dignity didnât let me. Why flirt with me and then reject me like this? My mind was running with questions. And what was it with all this âIâm doing you a favour.â? All I wanted at this point was to go home. I stand up from the bed and went downstairs, looking for my jacket. I wanted to leave as soon as possible. I couldnât find it anywhere, so I cursed under my breath and left the place. I was partly hurt by his behaviour and also little offended. My phone had only five precent battery left, and the metro was closed so I had to walk all the way to my place. Just before my battery died, I texted Nami, a quick message that I left as I didnât feel good. I was passing by some club when someone called after me.
âHey, brat.â The voice sounded familiar, so I turned around and saw Kid. He came to me and gave me a look. âWhat are you doing here all alone?â
âNone of your business Kid.â I cut him off, continuing my way, as at this point, I couldnât feel my body as I was freezing to death.
âI can drive you home.â He said after me. I stopped and turned back to him.
âI donât need your help.â I snapped at him.
âSure, if you say so. Now come, stop being a brat.â He nodded me to follow him. His car was parked close by, so we didnât walk long. The drive to my place was quiet.
âKid, can I ask you something?â I broke the silence. He just looked at me waiting for my question. âAs an asshole yourself.â I started not sure how to ask the question. âHow can I tell if one is into me? Like... help me understand this.â I couldnât stop thinking about Ace and what happened. Kid side-eyed me and sighed.
âIf he is into you...â He glanced at me before continuing. âHe will keep telling himself that he is doing you a favour by staying away from you but... he wonât be able to.â He parked in front of my place, his gazing not leaving the road in front of him. We stayed silenced for a minute, and I noticed that Kid was lost in his own thoughts.
âThank you, Kid. You know when you want you â you can actually be very nice to hang around.â I told him before getting out of his car. âThanks for the ride.â I said closing the door.
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I know some of y'all are devastated about Buck and Tommy breaking up. Still, Tim, Oliver, and Lou have all been harping on it being "fresh and new" since they started talking about the season, which is why I have been holding off on throwing it all down for the ship because, yes, I DID want a place to talk about whatever was going on between them without getting bashed for it. It took me a WHILE to find that, and I don't plan to just leave those spaces because it ended.
Still, this relationship only existed for 13 episodes and was shown in less than half of those episodes. I didn't even understand why and how they were in a relationship until 8x05. I was prepared for that dinner to be their one- or two-month anniversary, not SIX, with the way Tim, Oliver, and Lou have played it in interviews, insisting they're still in the "honeymoon phase."
Six months is a long fucking time for a "honeymoon phase," which is why that reveal threw me so hard at the beginning of the episode. And for how long have we been saying Abby's ex was named Tommy since he showed up and kissed Buck? And then that's not even the reason they broke up. They had Josh give Buck a pep talk before they broke up. This episode was a shitshow, yes, but are you honestly really that surprised they had another Buck love interest do him dirty? And come to find out that Oliver wants Buck to get dirty?
I'm kind of pissed about how all of this went, yeah. Still, I can't imagine what it's like going through the character you've played for seven seasons being the goddamn scapegoat for the relationship-ending trauma nearly every single season, which makes the fans put your character on a pedestal and the one time you finally get to have your character screw up and cheat SINCE his life-changing relationship in season one, your character not only does not get to fall off the pedestal, it gets higher because he doesn't get a single bit of the blame from the fans. No, they're too busy trashing your character's love interests for what your character did to them, mainly because they're women.
Y'all can say, "Wow, that must be a breath of fresh air for Tracie to have Karen not be the unmoved, understanding wife and be petty for once," but say you're "betrayed" by Oliver wanting a piece of that same nuance for his character? I mean, unfollow and block him if you must, but fucking christ y'all, the man has to be tired of being the golden retriever. No wonder he fully leaped into this arc. Let him have some fun, and Buck get a little tarnished. He's made of solid gold. He's gonna still shine in the end.
No, I am not in any way condoning the biphobic implications of the shit Tommy said to him at the end. I can see why Lou didn't want it to end that way. It's an incredible disservice to the bisexual community, and I do take offense to that. But they can't erase that now. So fine. Let this new Buck break some hearts. There's nobody (except maybe Eddie) that can doom spiral like Buck can. He's going to be impulsive. and (for once) he's not looking for a relationship. And he even said in this episode, he kind of worshiped Tommy so as shitty as what Tommy said was, it's going to go to Buck's head and heart for sure.
The Daddy said "you're just gonna break my heart" to guy with Daddy Issues. Y'all keep calling Buck a brat. Maybe he is. And maybe we're about to see it on blast. That affection-starved man has never done anything half-measured in his life.
#evan buckley#tommy kinard#venting#this isn't even an anti post#i still like#tevan#bucktommy#whatever you want to call it#but i kind of do want to see that man break some hearts for a change#and if the show is just going to say fuck you tommy#and oliver wants buck to get dirty#let's go#let's wrestle in the damn mud pit#listing out bisexual characters the other night made me realize#i'm fucking sick to death of bisexual characters bearing the morality cross for these shows on their shoulders#like they can't fucking be a mess for the sake of being a mess#they have to have underlying good reason#because they're only a valid disaster if they had good intentions when they were fucking up#buck just got shattered for the eleventieth time#i would kill for him to have a different reaction for once#even if it's a âbadâ one#911#911 spoilers#out of credits
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when are we getting more of these two
#i was going through some of the chapters#bc i wanted to change my theme to another character#BUT THEN THESE TWO#I FORGOT ABOUT THEM BUT#shark teeth are one of my top three weaknesses#behind pink hair and big smiles#oh and soft eyes are up there somewhere#BUT SRSLY LIKE??? THESE TWO WHEN#NEO LOOKS SO FUN PLEASE#but i do love me some tired of life looking characters#both of them i need more of#satoru nii why must u introduce them for two seconds and not bring them up again#as excited as i am for the rooftop fight#i wanna what's going on elsewhere#just for like one page can we focus on smth else#i just miss everyone else it's been a whileee#need more kiryu panels please im being deprived of him over here#barely surviving#ââ yapping#wind breaker
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I think the deleted scene is simply showing you how much Buck is cared for by the people he chose to be in his life, and from someone who craved that care and attention for so long I just think that's neat that Buck has so many people now that do, and idk I'm just happy for him
#kayla.txt#bucktommy#evan buckley#IM JUST HE IS SO CARED FOR HE IS SO LOVED#look at three people all saying how much they care for buck#three people that buck chose to be in his life and they care for him as much as buck cares for them#its said in different ways but thats whats important in the clip#some of y'all are just fucking gross#sometimes the scene isn't that deep and taking shots out of context#to portray a character as predatory or whatever the fuck homophobic shit you are saying is gross#for a show all about how people can grow and change for the better y'all hate when people grow and change for the better#i see shit like im a pisces and a lesbian and I want this character to die violently#and i think I'm a pisces and a lesbian and I personally love this character#our experiences arent the same#and I think having the gay men in fandom be comfortable and safe#is more important then a fucking ship#sorry normally I dont do this on my blog but I am tired#if you want to know my stance? multishipper#I want people who follow me to be comfortable and have fun
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i do not want to dig a hole but i am too much of a laura bailey pc enjoyer to not make this post so:
selfishness â a lack of kindnessÂ
selfishness is a theme that has come up with all of laura's main campaign pcs. that doesn't mean that her characters are always making selfish choices or that they don't care about the rest of the people they're with or that they're not good. it's just that, for the most part, the first thing they're thinking of when they take action or make choices is themselves.Â
in jester and vex both it is more typical and obvious selfishness. vex's developed because she needed it to keep herself and vax alive and as safe as possible and it grew into a behaviour that she had to actively work to avoid. it's evident in her greed, her theft of the broom, her reaction to her own death which relied heavily on i'm okay/i survived to which keyleth reminded her that she wasn't the only one who had to witness and reckon with her death. in jester's case, she grew up in an environment that literally trained her to make every decision based on two things - her mother's opinion and her own. so, when she's out in the world without marion for the first time, her choices are those that will benefit her and her actions are those that consider her own thoughts and not really many others' (aside from the traveler's).Â
it isn't a criticism of either vex or jester to say that they are characters who act selfishly. in fact, i'd argue that to claim otherwise does a great disservice to exactly how immense both of their character arcs are. because the nuance of both jester and vex is that they are selfish, and they also hold extreme room for self-sacrifice and empathy. vex is much more brash than jester is, and jester is much more trusting than vex, but both of them are characters who begin with selfish impulses who grow with them. neither ever truly shed those impulses, but they use them in new ways, typically transforming them into impulses towards things that are in the best interest of the party.Â
you may have noticed the lack of imogen in this post about laura bailey pcs and that's because of two reasons. one, we are an unknown amount of time into her story, i can't analyse her development the same way i can vex and jester's. two, imogen's selfishness isn't the blatant quasi-self-aware selfishness that we see in things like jester complaining about her lack of money to caleb or vex stealing a broom. instead, imogen's is very internal, like a lot of laura's character work with imogen. it is a bit similar to jesterâs in the sense that it comes from a lack of awareness moreso than vexâs practiced behaviour, but imogenâs is a lot more tied to inherent beliefs she has about the world and the people in it.
as a consequence of her powers, imogen sees people's thoughts as their entirety, she holds it above their actions to be the truth of who they are - to act against what they think or to say something that doesnât cohere with what theyâve thought is akin to lying, so for her to act empathetically is to act in tandem with what someone elseâs thoughts are, not how they act, which is typically not all that wanted. the same as vexâs greed and jesterâs naivety, this is a trait that makes narrative sense and itâs one i find quite compelling, especially when read in the vein of someone struggling through trauma that has made them assume that the world is against them. imogenâs cynicism is coherent cynicism, i canât say that in a similar situation i wouldnât have the same predisposition towards the world.
the part that is particularly self-interested comes in if you look at how imogen has actually been treated in the campaign (quite well) in comparison to the cynicism that sheâs developed from her past (something that speaks to a world out to get her). certainly, a bunch of shitty things have happened to imogen in the time weâve known her, but the same can be said for everyone in bellâs hells and pretty much everyone in exandria at this point in time. but, in a fight to save the aforementioned world, imogenâs focus was getting her mother back on her side. which, while very consistent with her character and a choice that i enjoy, is a very selfish one. the fun thing (to me, obviously) about imogen is that she has, more than most, an insight into the opinions of others and she also tends to seek othersâ opinions out and genuinely engages with them and supports their choices. but she still very much acts towards what she thinks is best. itâs one reason i enjoy looking at the dynamic between her and orym as one between foils, as orym tends to be stalwart in his beliefs and doesnât care too much for otherâs opinions if heâs already sure of his own, but his actions tend to favour collaboration and protecting others.
as i mentioned earlier, imogen is a harder case to look at because she is still in the process of her story. however, the circlet is clearly influencing how she interacts with the world and in the wake of the solstice, the hostile reaction towards ruidusborn people has started to become more and more apparent and iâm interested to see what route that ends up leading imogen down and how it will influence her relationship with the rest of bellâs hells. (for better, i think, based on recent conversations, but if it's for worse i will be just as seated and excited).
all of this is just to say, please stop assuming that claiming a character has a trait you think is a bad one is criticism or a hate post. in light of the fact that i know that people who donât believe this will continue to not believe this, iâll encourage anyone confused about the ability of a character to be good and kind and selfish all at once to look to what the text itself says, specifically scanlanâs words to pelor when asked what vex means to him:
âHer name is Vex, and she is greedy and mean sometimes, and she can steal a lot. Sheâs a little bit not the greatest person, but her flaws highlight everything that is right about her, which is she does all these things to protect her friends and her family. She would give her life for any of us and for anyone who was truly in need. And sheâs not perfect but sheâs the most perfect of all of us.â
would you look at that... an ability to be a multitude of things, some in conflict with one another. i know that's hard for fandoms to believe, especially about female characters with agency, but i promise its true!
#deeply unfair of laura to make three characters with some type of people skills and morality shaped by their loneliness#and what. iâm just supposed act like iâm normal about that?#this is me blog and i have slightly more time than usual to write nothing essays about fictional characters that haunt me#but dear god . lookin at cr characters and denying their flaws is like looking at a house and only seeing itâs doors .#if ppl demand perfection of fictional characters im genuinely curious in what media theyâve ever found that .#a single imogen post of mine broke containment and it skyrocketed my annoying phil student levels so. alas#but . if you agree that imogen had an incredibly isolating life . i will emphasize that isolation causes traits and behaviours#that arenât just Quirky or fun or hot anger or whatever#imogen contains so much i love her so much i am bursting at the seams about it#but for some ppl. she is ur âgirlfailureâ until someone suggests a way she might be girl failing by being selfinterested#what is the truth. do u want her to be an actual girlfailure it do u just want her to suit a . frankly tired. trope about lesbians#anyway . both text and tag rant over . goodnight#cr meta#imogen temult#vexâahlia#vexâahlia de rolo#jester lavorre#critical role#my posts
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#Okay so in S5 Chloe and Lucifer really fumble the beginning of their relationship#and then decide the best course of action is to 'stop overthinking it and just be together'#Which could be fine except in practice it meant utterly ignoring all of their problems and pretending they didn't exist#And I thought this was extremely obvious about this plot point???#That it was a terrible idea and not what you're supposed to do in relationships?#Sure personally I cackle over this episode but that's only so I don't scream my frustration at the characters#Well today a Twitter fan uploaded that little 'stop overthinking' clip and was like 𼺠'look how sweet they are. I love them'#and I'm just like ???????????? reaction gif in real life#Bestie all those genuinely sweet Deckerstar clips out there#and you're choosing to squee over the clip demonstrating how they're both idiots (derogatory)?#WHY????#Because they kiss in the scene?????#NEWS FLASH! Not all kisses are shipper kisses! (though they can always be edited to be in fanvids)#'oh they're so shy and adorable' NO!#That's not shyness! That's 'we're shoving away every other feeling we have because we're both tired of being miserable'#Which tbf to Chloe and Lucifer is a whole mood. I get it#But -- AS THEY BLATANTLY AND EXPLICITLY LEARN BY THE END OF THE VERY SAME EPISODE -- misery doesn't like to be shoved away#If you don't address the root cause it WILL come back#Just --- *SCREAMS*#The media comprehension of some people really bugs the shit out of me sometimes. IDEK#đ
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in this house we love greek gods that preside over one specific thing and have fuckall to do for the rest of eternity <3
#sriracha.txt#creating some fuckt up little lady who presides Specifically over like. the point in which old crop is used to fertilize the new#thus playing into the whole cycle of life idea + giving her some foot to stand on as the kid of persephone and hades specifically#wrt the way old life supports the new? is this stepping on the toes of demeter and dionysus... yes...#but we pretend we do not see it.. i am overworked + low on spoons as it is and this is like.. niche lore for a character i am not paid to#play. i cannot dedicate much more effort to her. at least not right now#lament aside i think i will name her Rhoeas or something of that nature.. from what i can tell ῼĎÎą is the word for pomegranates#which becomes ῼοΚឰĚĎ for corn poppies..#now sit with me boy đ´ we lose the plot here a little bit + also extrapolate from wikipedia alone for this BUT. in many cultures poppies are#heavily associated with death and love alike. and ofc they grow in disturbed soil.#SO... if you look at the original myth with a modern + loose lens. i think you could justify some kind of poppy child being like#a bridge between demeter and hades.. she comes from the literal disturbed soil that came when hades abducted persephone#+ has ties with death and love + love that can endure death which can be a fun allusion to the way that demeter's love for persephone#persists even through persephone's stay in hades which houses the dead... do you feel me comrades#i think you could even apply it to persephone and hades themselves - a love that endures death? but naur offense hades is NOT the focus her#</3 𤪠coming back to this theme of like. love persisting through death and being sewn in the wake of death/disrupted soil. we come back to#the anchor point of her character which is the old dead crops being used to fertilize the new growth. it's the love the dead has for the#living right!! to help it grow in a new and difficult world! i think that itself ties back into the central theme w the poppies#and also demeter has ties to poppies so i don't think it would be crazy for some grandchild of hers to have ties to poppies :-] i think thi#all somewhat feasible if you reaaaalllly squint. anyhow i'm too tired to go any further with it rn#corylana
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I've kinda seen some pushback to the idea of representation in media and I don't necessarily think it's bad to point out actual rights are more important than Disney's thousandth first gay character that's fine, but I've had a LOT of people comment on my works about asexual characters and tell me what I wrote changed their life-and it's always that phrase- because they now have the language to describe what they feel. I've had people who ARENT ace or aro comment that what I wrote finally made a concept they didn't understand make sense, or that the way I explained things was interesting and enlightening and I'm kind of a mediocre writer who hasn't written anything in ages.
Like idk, if reading something from a writer who is fucking around and only somewhat talented can genuinely impact someone because they've not seen anything like them reflected back at them in life or media I don't think pushing for representation in media is as "needless" as some people seem to think and caring about that doesn't mean you don't care about more "important" (although if you think seeing people like you in media ISNT important it's because you already have that representation or are privileged enough to not care if you do, in which case maybe pipe down) stuff. Hell, I even got a Facebook message ages ago from someone who found a comment I left in an ace group about QPR's and what they meant to me and how I perceived them and the person no joke said what I wrote two years before they even found it changed their life forever because they finally knew what kind of relationship they actually wanted.
So like sure, of course there's always bigger fish to fry them diversity in media (you know, like diversity in real life lol) but I don't think it's as frivolous as some people are beginning to act like it is. At least not if you're an aspec person it's not, I STILL don't see ace characters almost ever and I'll bet my whole everything if I asked a writer of a show why they'd tell me that EVERYONE has to be in a sexual relationship and characters that aren't won't sell and are boring- I say this because in film school I had a teacher TELL ME every character needed to basically be sex obsessed and when I pointed out a GREAT MANY CHARACTERS are not revolved around sex (Supernatural stars two brothers, I pointed out) and when she asked if I had love interests I was like ??? That doesn't matter- using my aforementioned supernatural example almost all their love interests die or get mind wiped because at the end of the day that's not what the story was about. So actually I think writers who act like that teacher need like 50 reality checks, and representation in stories isn't unimportant and also support indie writers you'll probably find more funky shit there then Disney anyway lmao.
And also even the asexual characters I DO see in media don't remind me at all of myself even if I appreciate the effort, but they never feel real or genuine and their sexuality doesn't get a lot of exploration so đ¤ˇđťââď¸ I actually could use more media focused on characters that I can genuinely see my sexuality reflected in in a meaningful and narratively impactful way because I've got nothing.
#winters ramblings#todd from bojack horseman im sure is SOMEONES version of asexuality but i dont see ANYTHING of myself in him#great character dont get me wrong but not relatable to me on any level including our shared sexuality#sex ed got a bit closer with their brief ace character although maybe she got more exploration in season three or four??#the latest one i havent watched lmao. but being closer and having a moment wjere shes told shes not broken#while DEEPLY vindicating isnt necessarily all im looking for either#like i wamt a REAL character thats ace or aro or both thats written by people who UNDERSTAND what theyre writting#not just well meaning people who dont know what theyre doing its kind of tiring#also idk why theres no dating shows with gay men because reality dating shows are ALL ABOUT who fucks who and who gets together#gay men would be hooking up ALL OVER THE PLACE and the DRAMA youd think reality tv freaks would be SALIVATING#but no none of that lmao. just ru pauls drag race and thats great it is like its not my bag but people love it#back on yrack though the weord blowback representation is getting is strange and its VERY clear to me#the people writing those posts havent gotten dozens on dozens of messages from people like them who found their writing#and haf their life altered forever for the better because someone who KNOWS what theyre talking about wrote a character like them#and it opened doors they never knew existed. doesnt even need to happen with fiction either i had a friend i had in toronto#tell me the info i sent to her on being aromantic changed her life- THAT'S the phrase i keep getting thats TELLING- because it describefld#described** how shes felt her whole life but didnt have words for. how frivolous IS representation if im getting these messages?#not very i dont think if some rsndom indie fic writer who hadnt written anything substantial in years can change someones life#REPEATEDLY might i add. ive been getting a LOT of messages like this lately and seeing this new bramd of discourse latetly too#like maybe YALL have enough that you dont care anymore but speak for your fucking selves
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had a convo with someone about fandom and writing and moralization and purity culture and they were against it and yet when we started talking about problematic media and authors the arguments they used were literally the same as moralizing arguments
still trying to understand their logic
wonât go into too much more bc theyâre on tumblr too but Iâm still thinking about it
think I came off as a dick bc I didnât just nod my head and agree
but mostly Iâm just real fucking tired
#people donât owe you their fucking life story to justify them writing about topics#if and when I decide to try and publish original work Iâm not outing myself to my readers to justify having a queer main character#people make mistakes and say stupid shit even unintentionally#itâs unrealistic to hold someone to a perfect standard and frankly Iâm fucking tired of that#Iâve held myself to a perfect standard I donât fucking need someone else doing that#Iâm not going to continue punishing myself for shit done in ignorance and quite frankly you shouldnât punish someone else#for shit done in genuine ignorance#Iâm sure 100 years from now thereâll be two 22 yr olds looking back on the stuff we wrote talking out how problematic it was#just fucking hell man that conversation was draining#Iâm sorry I actually wanted to have a discussion and put some thought into it instead of mindlessly agree and stating how I donât support#insert problematic authors here#weâre the same age but they feel younger#someone can be a horrible person and write a good story that you once even loved#doesnât mean thereâs not problems in it the problems were always there but if you only ever try to consume unproblematic media#youâre gonna run out of material quickly#sorry for the rant#me#personal
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talk baby â・°âŠ
{mlb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader}
summary: itâs the season of the world series!â your little life with megumi absolutely warm and loving as you spent every waking moment together, the both of you never failing to hang out or speak to one another since the very moment you two made it official. but when the higher ups start demanding more of megumi to bring the world series home, tiring him out and causing him to lose sleep? a wedge is driven between you both as megumi tells you words he wished heâd never said.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, cursing, FLUFF, ANGSTYY, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it yall), SMUT, baseball talk, megumi LOOVESS YOUU my goodness, DONINANT AF MEGUMI OBVIOUSLYYY, creampie, shower sex, DIRTY TALK megumi has a filthy mouth, megumi and reader get into a fight, itâs the world series, all characters are aged up.
word count: 12.5k (IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY-)
authors note: THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVERRR FUCK i cannot thank you all enough for the support with these series. i saw all of your AMAZING suggestions and sprinkled them all over THANK YOU!! i POURED my heart into this and i really hope you all love itttttt :,( STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT FIC OF THIS SERIES AAHHH!! I LOVE YOU MWAHHH <33
i highly highly advise you to read the first part of this fic or else you wonât be able to understand some of the storyline and references :( you can find it here!
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megumi fushiguro loved how much you talked.
ââand then i went to the bakery down the street from my campus to get that one coffee cake i always get? the one you brought me after my class?â
âmhm.â
âbut they were freaking out of it itâs like they knew i was coming to take their stock man. it was seven in the morning how the fuck are you out of coffee cake?â
megumi laughed softly and pressed a slow sweet kiss to your cheek, readjusting his arms around your waist as he scooched your body closer to his on his lap, the both of you on his huge black bean bag that sat in his living room as he leaned the side of his head back on your shoulder, relaxed and a little sleepy.
âso then i had to go to the one on campus, even though i already know it doesnât taste the sameâŚâ you sighed sadly. âwhat if they did that on purpose? what if they want me to stop coming?â
megumi huffed an amused breath through his nose and shook his head gently against your shoulder. âdonât think so baby. i feel like you keep them in business with how much you go.â
you huffed and crossed your arms, grumbling. âyet they treat me like this...â
tilting your head down then to get a better look at him, you peeked at his sleepy face and tired eyes as he tried his absolute hardest to stay awake for you, wanting to listen to everything you had to say and more, but his eyelids drooping every couple of seconds before opening back up again just not letting him.
you smiled softly and carded your fingers through his black hair, pushing the front strands back and giving him a cute peck on his forehead.
âtake a nap gumi⌠youâre so tired i can see it.â
âuh uh.â megumi hummed.
he lifted his head groggily and propped his chin up on your shoulder, eyes closed.
âkeep going.â he murmured, his words a little slurred. âdid you end up getting your coffee cake from the other bakery..?â
âi did.â you responded softly, caressing your thumb over his warm cheek as your soothing voice lulled him. âit was nasty. the end. câmon baby you have practice tomorrowââ
âno.â
âgumi itâs late i donât want to keep you uuupp.â you whined, nudging him.
âif you sleep over.â he mumbled.
âbut i have class tomorrow.â
âiâll take you.â
âbut you always do and i feel badâŚâ you pinched his cheek softly. âitâs okay i canââ
âdonât care.â
you giggled. âwell i do. i want you to get more sleep gumi, your practices are crazy long now and you have them like everydayââ
he groaned loudly and ushered you up, you complying as you watched him lazily stand from the bean bag and grab you, baggy eyes half lidded as he picked you up from around your legs and threw you over his shoulderâ something he always did ever since the day he confessed, and something you absolutely floored over whenever he did it.
your giggles rang through his quiet and spacious apartment that made him sleepily smile as he lazily carried you down the hall and to his room, setting you softly to sit on his plush bed as he pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of your head, though nearly almost missing, him leaning back up and grabbing the hem of his black shirtâ pulling it over his head and carelessly tossing it somewhere in the room before climbing into bed.
you felt so so bad. the teamâs schedule was released just two weeks prior, and seeing as the world series was coming upâ the most important segment of competitive games they could possibly ever have, the coaches and managers were grinding and overworking their players to pure fucking filth, them wanting to keep their streak as the number one baseball team no matter what it took.
and because of that, megumi was always so tired and stressedâ holding on day by day as the higher ups demanded so much of him because he was the most skilled on the team, him spending his days trying to stay awake and make time for youâ picking you up from class and taking you out to lunch like he always did, but your worried gaze always on his dark under eyes as you insisted and told him already that you understood, that he didnât need to right now if it was over the subject of his career.
and especially if it was for the world series.
âlay down.â he murmured, patting the pillow next to him as he peeked at you with one eye open.
you stood, pulled the covers back and hopped in, megumiâs arm immediately snaking around your waist and pulling your back to his bare chest, his face nuzzling in your hair as you noticed how quickly his breathing deepened, falling asleep almost the minute you got settled in his arms and fitting like a little puzzle piece.
it had been almost an entire year since you and megumi started dating, and you have never ever been happier in your life as you thanked your lucky stars over and over again for being such a dumbassâ wholly believing that if one thing had changed, it wouldnât have played out the way that it did.
and you adored the way that it played out.
megumi was so affectionate. everyday. his love language being physical touch as he literally never left you alone and always had to be touching you in any given situationâ like his hand on your thigh whenever he drove, playing with your fingers from across the table while out at a restaurant⌠and like now, his toned body literally engulfing you into his that it made you feel so cared for and warm and loved, something you always wanted to feel for the rest of your life as long as it was with him.
the next morning he drove you to school like he said he would, and then went straight to practice after, you telling him that you would be there once your classes were over.
and when you did get to the stadium later that day, megumi was mad.
âwhat the fuck happened?â you quickly sat next to your best friend on the sidelines, her snickering as you both watched megumi tell off another player for fumbling a double play on the field.
âtheyâre making more errors today,â your girl friend sighed. âtheyâre all nervous since their division series game is tomorrow and theyâre getting closer to the big thing⌠but megumi is not having it.â
âyou bobbled the ball go to first fucking base and eat it what the hell are you doing trying toââ
you gnawed at your bottom lip.
it was common for megumi to bark out orders and take charge on the field, that wasnât out of the ordinary, but it was only here and there where he was yelling and insulting the rest of his teammates like that (mostly rarely). a sign you knew was because he was stressing the fuck out.
âwhat you just did was a kiddie fucking error we wonât make it to the world series like this dingus the fuck are youââ
you covered your face and groaned. âi canât watch⌠i donât think iâve seen him like this since that one day he asked me to come here.â
âyou mean the day he ate you out inââ
âshuuushhh!â your hands shot out and slapped over her mouth as she let out a muffled laugh, your eyes wide and cheeks pink as you frantically looked around to see if anybody had heard her.
she took your wrists then and pulled them away. âhave you guys even had sex yet? how many times am i gonna ask you until you say yesââ
you nudged her away. âno! we havenât yet.â
you didnât know why you hadnâtâ the topic just one that was never brought up by either of you.
but youâve definitely done other things though.
megumi was like a dog, not knowing the meaning of âkeep your hands to yourselfâ as he was always groping your ass in public out of no where just to hear you squeak in surprise, shoving his hands down your pants and making you cum repeatedly on his fingers when youâre both innocently just watching a movie on his couch, pressing his face into your tits and sucking hickeys whenever you wore a low cut shirt, and bullying his way in between your legs to lick and devour you up whenever he felt like itâ all things he did with zero hesitation nor self control.
you werenât complaining though, definitely notâ you were just as freaky.
because every time megumi wore those gray sweatpants after practices that you loved oh so very much, no shirt on with his perfect toned body out only for your eyesâ your mouth was on him, licking his chest all the way down to his pelvis, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers down until all that was left before you was his mlb dick, you taking him into your mouth and sucking the absolute life out of him until he was shaking and breathlessly chanting your pretty name like a prayerâ
âbreak!â
you pulled yourself from your thoughts and stood, your eyes already watching the way megumi walked over from across the field with his head down, chest heaving and his face glistening with sweat against the setting sun, his baseball uniform covered in dirt.
both you and your girl friend walked down the steps and towards the bullpen, you quickly grabbing a clean white hand towel from the gatorade jug rack beforehand and catching up, spotting yuji and megumi already seated inside on a bench.
upon megumi noticing you coming up, he smiled softly, tiredly.
âyou guys are sucking today.â your best friend deadpanned, and you elbowed her.
âno. you guys just look really nervous⌠is everything okay?â
you took a seat next to megumi and silently offered the clean towel, him gently bringing up your extended wrist and pecking it in gratitude before taking the towel and wiping down his face, your cheeks flushing in response.
yuji sighed deeply and shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. âeveryoneâs literally losing it. we win every year but each year that comes is extra added pressure to keep that up.â
megumi nodded wordlessly in agreement, his head hung.
âwell this is your first bad practice isnât it?â you softly mentioned.
âyeah⌠maybe itâs just today and you guys will be okay tomorrow.â your girl friend added, smiling comfortingly at yuji, him giving her the same smile back but with apprehension in his eyes.
âwouldâve been fine if it was yesterday.â megumi cut in, voice monotone. ânot today. not when itâs the last leg for the world series.â
he leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms with closed eyes, yuji nodding next to him.
you pulled your lips into a thin line, heavy anxiety brewing in your chest at the thought of them possibly losing before even getting into the league championships, something their team has never done before as theyâve always just gone straight through.
in order to get through to the world series, their team has to win the division series and the league championships, then they earn their rightful shining spot of playing in the world series and winningâ something megumi has been a part of for almost three years now, and something the team has dominated over for five consecutive years straight.
but what if this year was different?
âhow are you feeling?â you gently asked megumi after a bit. âi saw you were a little mad today on the fieldâŚâ
he slowly pried his eyes open and looked at you, sighing softly through his nose.
âmâfine pretty baby.â he murmured. âtheyâre just not playing like they should be.â
megumi took his cap off and scratched the side of his head, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. âand neither am i to be honest.â
your eyes softened.
âwhat do you mean?â
âmâjust not meeting the standards i set for myself.â
âbut you play well in every game gumi..â you mumbled. âdonât overwork yourself please. just keep doing what youâve been doing⌠itâs been going great so far, hasnât it?â
he gave you a little smile and lazily reached up to delicately caress and run the ends of your hair through his fingers. âi need to amp it up though. i need to try harder.â
âtry harder when youâre already winning?â you quirked a confused brow.
he nodded.
âwhatâs the reason behind that?â
megumi gave you a sly smile. âbecause youâll be watching me.â
you gawked, shaking your head at him. âgumi, you know anything that you do makes me freak out and itâs embarrassing...â you subconsciously tugged a bit at the sides of his jersey. âthe way you tied my shoes for me the other day made me freak out. the way you pumped my gas last week made me freak out. the way you stuck your fingers inside my puââ
his eyes bulged open as he shot forward and muffled you with a kiss, you kissing him back and laughing cutely once he pulled away.
ânasty mouthâŚâ he mumbled, but the little grin on his face made you giggle as he put his cap back on over his head and nudged it down, trying to conceal his eyes and the blushing of his cheeksâ but you catching on anyways.
âhow was class?â he asked quietly, readjusting his cap. âdid you get your coffee cake after i dropped you off?â
you shook your head. âno because iâd rather die than get the one on campus. they need to close that place down.â
megumi snorted, but his eyebrows pinched momentarily as he took your hand in his and started playing with your fingers. âyou shouldâve told me. i wouldâve drove you to the one you like.â
âno gumi i wasnât gonna make you do that... i wanted you to sleep in as much as possible.â
âiâll take you after practice.â
âno! you need to nap after donât waste timeââ
âmânot wasting time.â he replied, but before you could get another word in, his coach called all players back on field.
âiâll see you after.â he stood and pecked your forehead. âi love you pretty baby.â
you smiled shyly, your cheeks a cute pink.
âi love you too.â
thankfully, megumi didnât seem as pissed off for the rest of practice, and you hoped it was because of the little chat you had with him in the bullpen prior and that it cheered him up in some wayâ the team playing a lot better and actually working together this time instead of being at each others throats over feeble mistakes.
and when they were all finally back at the locker rooms packed up and ready to go, you organized his clean uniform for tomorrow and hung his gloves neatly inside his locker, closing it once you were done.
âyou donât have to do that baby.â he murmured, gesturing to his locker as he swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and extended a hand. âorganize. i can do that.â
âbut i like doing it...â you took his offering hand and interlaced your fingers with his. âit helps you find things quicker.â
you both stepped out, quickly bidding your girl friend and yuji goodbye on the way as you walked down the echoey hallway together.
ââyou also donât have to drive me to school every morning but you do that anyways.â
he smiled. âtouchĂŠ.â
he led you out of the arena and over to the private parking area for players and crewâ him opening the passenger side door for you to step inside and shutting it after, throwing his duffel bag to the back once he got in the drivers seat.
and like he always did, megumi buckled you up himself, grabbing the seat belt strap and pulling it over you to click on the other side with a kiss to your cheekâ him never letting you do it yourself since the day you two properly met.
âdo they sell food at the bakery?â he looked over at you as he pulled out. âthey do donât they.â
âthey do!â you nodded sweetly. âbut weâre not going.â
âwhy.â
âbecause you need to sleepââ
âno.â
âmegumiââ
he shot you a glare and you squeaked.
âgumi! i-i meant gumi!â
he fixed his glare and broke out into a small smile instead, laughing lightly as he set his big hand over your thigh and squeezed lovingly.
you giggled softly.
âlunch first and then iâll sleep.â
âoh myââ
you reached over for the door handle and pulled, brows furrowing once the lock wouldnât budge after multiple frantic tries.
âyou still have child lock on?!â
megumi shielded his mouth to hide his snicker, eyes to the road.
âuh huh.â
âwhy?!â
he gave you a deadpanned look and pointed to the door. âexhibit a, baby. the car is moving.â
âgumi if you hate me just say that.â
pulling into the bakeryâs parking lot, he playfully rolled his eyes at your comment and pinched your cheek gently.
âbe quiet.â
the bakery was a cute little place that was a frequent pit stop for the both of you to pick up breakfast on the way to the things you had to do in the morningsâ always cozy and warm and filled with little trinkets and postcards of places from around the world, you always gushing when you or megumi would spot a new souvenir on the walls or on the shelves, and him sometimes having to stop you from snatching some for yourselfâŚ
âthey have a million!â you whispered. âthey wonât notice this one. please itâs from greece itâll look cute on my fridge!â
megumi sipped his lemonade and gave you a half lidded look as you both sat in a booth.
âi donât know if anyone has ever told you this but.â he gently slid the coffee cake closer to you, silently ushering you to eat. âthatâs called stealing.â
ânot if they donât notice.â
megumi gave you an amused smile.
âiâll take one for you too!â
âfor me?â
âyeah!â you put your elbow on the table and propped your chin on your palm, tilting your head with the cutest expression megumi has ever seen in his fucking life.
âiâd do anything for you.â
his cheeks flooded pink, and he swallowed thickly.
megumi would do anything for you.
âi appreciate that pretty baby,â he murmured, tenderly tracing the pad of his index finger mindlessly around the back of your hand.
âgreat! so can i do it?â
âno.â
âmaaannnn!â you slumped over the table and pouted. âyouâre no fun.â
he chuckled and took a bite out of his ham and cheese deli, your mannerisms sometimes reminding him of his dad.
he swallowed.
âgojo wants to meet you.â
you froze. âreally? he does?â
megumi nodded.
âokay! thatâs okayâ wait no! waitââ you groaned and leaned against the booth. âi donât think heâs gonna like me very muchâŚâ
âhuh?â his eyebrows furrowed. âwhy do you say that?â
you peered up at him sheepishly. âbecause i talk too much⌠iâm not gonna notice and end up telling him my lore, my school gpa, and my social security number.â
megumi laughed, and your heart fluttered at the sight of his crinkling eyes and gorgeous smile, the sound of it making you swoon.
he shook his head and rubbed his sleepy eyelids. âno baby... heâd love you. i know he would.â
âi donât know gumiâŚâ you sighed, looking down at your lap. âi want to meet him of course! thatâs a given⌠but..â
megumi quirked a brow. âbut?â
âi just donât want to look stupidâŚâ you laughed nervously. âitâs happened before where my friends parents say iâm a blabber mouth and i donât want to embarrass youââ
his tired eyes narrowed. âblabber mouth? whoâs saying youâre a blabber mouth?â
âmyâ my ex boyfriend in high schoolâŚâ you cowered a little. âbut itâs okay because i was over sharing!ââ
âno.â he said firmly, his gaze looking directly into yours. âyouâre not a blabbermouth. thereâs a difference between being really open and friendly with people right off the bat and being a blabbermouth.â
megumi shook his head in annoyance. how could someone ever say you were a blabbermouth? he had never heard something that was so far from the truth.
you were too sweet for your own good, that was your only fault. you considered everyone you met a close friend of yours and werenât afraid to tell them whatever came to your precious mind and made them feel welcomeâ something that megumi adored so much about you⌠so much, and something that made him borderline violent when people berated you for it.
âthey just canât handle it when someone is actually genuine. like you. and thatâs not your fault.â
the shiniest smile grew on your face then, your eyes sparkling and feeling like a million fucking butterflies were fluttering all over your tummyâ internally screaming at his words.
âthank you gumiâŚâ you spoke softly. âiâm glad at least you donât see an issue with it.â
âi donât.â he shook his head. âi donât at all.â
he loved it.
the rest of your lunch date was spent with megumi still not letting you steal the greece trinket magnet from the wall, you scolding him for the bags under his eyes, and him buying you two more slices of coffee cake to go no matter how many times you told him it was okay, the both of you gathering your things and going back to his car after a bit for him to drop you off back home.
âiâll be here in the morning to take you to class.â he said gently, turning the corner and nearing your street.
âwhat? isnât the division series game tomorrow?â you asked, taken aback. âgumi no just get as much sleep as you can itâs a big day. i can take myself.â
he looked at you boredly.
âno.â
âguumiii!â
he pulled into your driveway and shifted his gear into park, the corners of his mouth turned upward into a little goofy grin.
âi can take you baby itâs fine,â he pushed gently. âdonât worry.â
âyouâve been stressed though⌠and tired.â
you unbuckled your seatbelt and reached over, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in as he immediately leaned in and tucked his face into your neck, breathing in your honeyed perfume and letting himself slump into your soft frame.
âplease promise me that after the division series, youâll rest up like crazy before the league championships.â he pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes nearly closing as he sleepily blinked. âokay?â
âleague championships? didnât know we already won.â he murmured.
you giggled. âobviously. youâre my cool baseball man, are you not?â
he tiredly grinned and pressed a sweet sweet kiss to your cheek, him biting down on it after and making you yelp before snickering and pulling away.
âbye gumi,â you quickly grabbed a slice of coffee cake and placed it on his leg. âhere eat this on the way home so you donât fall asleep.â
he chuckled and watched as you grabbed your things, hopped out, and ran across the front of his car, leaning your head in through his open window once you reached him and pressing your soft lips to his, megumi fucking melting at the feeling.
you pulled apart and he pecked you one last timeâ a series of i love youâs iterated before you backed away and waved excitedly from your front door, him waiting until you were inside to reverse, his engine roaring and his black car shining against the moonlight as he sped down the street.
the next morning you got up around the time that you usually did, showered and did your hair and got ready for class, packed your school bag and made your bedâ
but megumi hadnât texted you. like at all.
he usually sent you a good morning text, followed by him letting you know when he was leaving the house, followed by when he was on his way, and followed by when he was just down the street and pulling up.
except you got nothing.
you figured maybe today was just one of those days where he maybe just simply forgot and was already on his way, but as you stood literally outside of your house, gnawing on your thumb and the time coming painfully close to the start of your morning class as you still got nothing from megumi (even when you had texted him multiple times at this point), you started shitting it.
just as you were about to run inside to get the keys to your car, your phone buzzed as a picture of you and megumi flashed across the screen.
megumi!
âhelââ
âbaby!ââ he breathed out, frantic. âbaby iâm sorry iâm so sorry iâm coming okay im down the streetââ
âwhat happened?â you breathed out worriedly, your heart hammering against your chest.
âi overslept!ââ he explained quickly. âiâm late to the teamâs call time andâ and youâre late to class and iâ fuck!â
you heard his horn blare and his tires screech as muffled curses flew from his mouth, you jumping at the noise.
âsorry sorry someone cut me off iâm almost thereââ
âno gumi go straight to the stadium youâre late!â you spoke firmly. âi can take myselfââ
âno but i wanted to see you before the gameââ
âitâs fine we can see each other after the game okay? when you winââ you grabbed your keys from the coffee table by your door and ran out, unlocking your car and getting in. âyouâre late baby so fucking late please turn back this isnât good coach is gonna chew you outââ
âshit! i know i knowââ
âgo gumi hang up itâs okay!â
âokay.. fuck okay okayââ
you heard rustling on the other line before he spoke again.
âi love you iâm sorry ill see you after!â
and the line went dead.
you slugged through the rest of your classes as the day felt way fucking longer than it normally did, you desperately just wanting to see megumi and know that he was okay, that he wasnât in trouble with his coach and the management team for being over an hour late to the division series call time, you on the verge of literal tears multiple times over him.
your best friend and you had planned to get ready for the game together and sport your menâs jerseys from the standsâ a girlâs night you were agonizingly looking forward to all freaking month, and so so excited that the day was finally here to support and be present for the making of yet another year for the boysâ team.
âand then he hung up. i thought he was gonna get into a wreck manââ
you ran your fingers through your styled hair in your vanity mirror, your best friend readjusting her jersey behind youâ âitadoriâ in big capital letters on the back.
âmegumi is the most hard headed mean stubborn man i have ever come across in my life.â she searched around in her makeup bag, pulling out her lip liner and reapplying next to you. âi donât know how many times you told him to sleep and get some rest. and yuji too! he hasnât stopped talking about him since the schedule change and now iâm starting to think heâs in love with him.â
you laughed loudly.
âi knowâŚâ you sighed anxiously through your nose, nervous clammy jitters in your chest. âhis eye bags have gotten so bad this past week.â
âi think itâs because heâs been practicing over time.â
you stopped.
âwhat do you mean?â
she looked at you quizzically. âi thought you knew? yuji told me that the higher ups had a meeting with megumi and told him that they were expecting him to bring the world series home.â
she popped the lid back on her lip liner and threw it in her bag. âhe practices all night on the field until like four am.â
âwhat the fuck?â your eyes narrowed. âhe never told me that? he picks me up for my seven am class everyday⌠that means heâs only been getting whatâ like two and a half hours of sleep this past week?â
she stopped. âhe didnât tell you?â
âno!â you exclaimed. âwhen was this meeting?â
âat the start of last week.â
âoh my god.â you grumbled.
why didnât he tell you?
âthatâs fucked up.â she shook her head. âtalk to him about that after babe⌠i donât know why this man didnât tell you something like that.â
âi wouldâve never let him pick me up for class if i knew this was going onâŚâ you gloomily fiddled with the buttons on your jersey. âor hang out with me after practice.â
and why the hell were the higher ups demanding so much from megumi? why were they burning him out with a responsibility so huge as to ensuring the success of the team for the world series? that wasnât fair to him. that wasnât fair at all.
your girl friend hugged you comfortingly.
âitâs fine donât worry about it okay?⌠just talk to him after.â
once at the stadium, you and your best friend squeezed and pushed through the crowd to get to the v.i.p. section, the both of you sweating and panting over having run across the stadiumâs parking lot and the main area, all because your best friend couldnât decide which way to do her hair, and because you couldnât decide if you should wear a skirt or jeans.
you ended up choosing for each other and calling it a day.
âhey! you guys!â
you both snapped your heads up and you recognized the source of the voice as one of the assistant crew members of the team, jogging up to you guys with two devices in his hands.
âyou guys want these radios or are you good? theyâre connected to the announcers and have earbuds!â
âoh iâll take one! thank you!â you answered politely, smiling as he passed you and your best friend a radio.
you pushed the earbud into your left ear and sat.
the crowd was buzzing and cheering with excitement, flashes of light shimmering throughout the sold out stadium as many held up posters and signs or bobble heads, you smiling wide every time you spotted a few of megumiâs face and name.
the air was warm, and every kind of news reporter, publicist, and journalist was present on the sidelines as they filmed and interviewed several players from the opposing team.
âletâs play ball!â
the crowed roared, claps and whistles ringing through the air as yuji walked out from the dugout, the both of you screaming as the rest of the team followed suit, your shoulders evidently relaxing at the sight of megumi jogging out into position looking absolutely jaw dropping in his clean cut uniform and cap, serious and focused.
as the game ensued, it was no surprise that the boysâ team was absolutely demolishing the opposing players, megumi doing fucking stellar out on the field as he caught ball after ball with his glove, the announcers commentary certainly helping with explaining the context of the game due to your lack of knowledge, but you trying your hardest anyways to understand on your own.
and finally after a while of switching sides and megumi hitting like a greek god, the teams switched sides what seemed like the final time since it was almost the nine inning, his turn to hit.
âwalking up to base now⌠number eighteenâ megumi fushiguro!â
the crowd went fucking insane as he walked up, you immediately standing and screaming over the railing as he took his position up thereâ swinging soft faux hits before properly adjusting his footing on the loose dirt, fans waving around their fushiguro banners or his baseball cards as he settled.
the bags under his eyesâŚ
you gnawed anxiously at your bottom lip. his team was so close to moving on to the league championshipsâŚ
âand the pitcher throwsâŚ.â
hit!
âstrike one!â
megumi screwed his eyes shut and grimaced, shaking his head furiously as he shook the nerves from his body and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
âoh!â the announcers groaned. âlooks like megumi fushiguro missed a hit for the first time in history!â
for the first time?
you whipped your head around to face your girl friend. âfor the first time?â
she looked at you with the same terrorized expression.
âfuck i knew he always hit but i didnât know he never missedâŚâ you whined worriedly. âheâs exhausted man i can see it lookââ
megumiâs footing slightly slipped from the dirt as he positioned himself, getting ready for the next swing.
âand the pitcher throws againâŚâ
hit!
âstrike two!â
âfuck!â megumi roared, walking off the home plate and chucking his bat to the wallâ the wood flying and clattering as it hit the ground, your eyes widening in horror.
âwoah looks like fushiguro got another strike and.. needs to take a breather off the field..?â
âif megumi doesnât get this next hit, theyâre done!â your girl friend shook her head, eyes wide and afraid. âthe other team is gonna take it!â
you ran your fingers through your hair exasperatedly, frantically looking at the scoreboard and back at megumi who was pacing a little off the plate with his head down, his hands on his hips.
âfushiguro!â you spotted yuji yelling from the dugout. âget back on the plate! we could get flagged!â
megumiâs chest heaved as he picked up his bat and wiped off the dirt, walking back over to the home plate and repositioning himself.
cameras flashed and recorded as he tried to get back into focus, news reporters talking their asses off and journalists scribbling god knows whatâ as they just earned themselves their biggest headline of the season.
megumi fushiguro missed his first hit in playing history.
âand the pitcher throwsâŚâ
hit!
âoh there it goes! looks like a fair ball!â
the crowd rallies as megumi books it over the first two bases, everyone watching as the ball hits over the outfield fence as he fucking dashes across the remaining two bases like nothing, earning himself a home runâ
and scoring a spot in the league championship games for his team.
you and your best friend jump for complete joy, throwing your arms around each other and swaying as fans all around you celebrated and cheered just like the both of you, you happily watching the players from the dugout run up and engulf megumi in a group hug, jumping and laughing.
as the crowd began to disperse and take leave, you both quickly ran down the steps and to the field, you immediately spotting megumi and running up to him with your arms out.
âgumi!â
he noticed you and extended his arms, but his face read nothing as you jumped into them.
âgood job good job! you did so amazing!â
ânice fushiguro!â yuji nudged his shoulder. âyou brought us through!â
âi missed the first two hits.â
he set you back down.
yuji shrugged. âso? it happens. i do it all the time! you made a home run and scored us the league.â
megumi only silently nodded, his face to the ground as you told yuji and your best friend that you would see them in the locker rooms with everybody else.
and once everyone had cleared out from the field, you turned to him.
âheyâŚâ you started. âwhatâs wrong?â
his eyes remained glued to the dirt.
âi missed the first two hits.â
your shoulders deflated. âyou heard what yuji said⌠itâs okay. it was bound to happen but itâs fine because you fixed itââ
âwe were on thin fucking ice today.â
his snippy tone took you by surprise a bit.
âyes⌠but you made it...â you responded softly. âyou all pulled through. especially you.â
he scoffed and shook his head, him finally raising his baggy eyes and looking to the side, pissed.
âi almost cost us the league. thatâs what i did.â
âgumiââ you exhaled a frustrated breath. âyou literally played like a machine the entire time and had other hits that were amazing? i donât understand why two little strikesââ
his eyes snapped to yours. âtwo little strikes?â he shook his head again. âtwo strikes too fucking many.â
âwhat is your issue?ââ
âmy issue is that if i fucked up that third hit it wouldâve been all over. we wouldâve lost the division, lost the league, and lost the world series, all because i donât know how to fucking play ballââ
âyes you do! youâre being way too hard on yourself baby you need to take a breather and restââ
âhow many times have you nagged me about that already.â he spat.
you froze.
ânagged?â you repeated softly.
âyes. youâve told me enough times i get it i need rest, i need sleep, i need this i need thatââ
âiâm saying that because look at you!â you motioned with your hands, feeling potential tears prickling at the back of your eyes at the way he was speaking to you. âyour under eyes are dark and purple, your eyes are red you look exhausted!â
âand i told you iâm fine!â he raised his voice a bit. âyou wouldnât understand the shit that i have to do for this team the shit i have to pull and i gave them absolute garbage todayââ
âoh my god megumi!â you snapped. âyour team is a team effort! itâs not just you! youâre not the only one pulling the stops so enough with trying to take on this load and overwork yourself! please you played amazing today everyone was cheering so loud for you andââ
âstop talking.â
you paused.
âjustââ he rubbed his tired eyes and turned to the side. âjust please stop talking.â
stop⌠talking?
he struck a chord, and you felt your heart literally break at his words, an aching heavy pit in your chest as you recounted his yelling and snappiness when all you were trying to do was help him.
thats all youâve ever tried to do for megumi reallyâ help him, support him, and love him. but for him to throw it all back in your face and say you didnât understand? for you to basically shut up?
tears were slipping past your eyes at this point, and when you felt like megumi finally bothered to look at you in the face, his eyes widened and his shoulders dropped.
âbabyââ
âand what about you?â
he stopped. âabout meââ
âyes about you. youâre saying i donât understand anything youâre fucking going through, as if i havenât followed you through your career since the moment we met and before that, like i havenât supported you on the sidelines and asked you question after question about your games just so i can fucking understandââ
âno iââ
you cut him off. âand then youâre hereâ yelling at me, telling me off, and telling me to shut up when iâm the only one fucking standing here with you after the game trying to be there for you?!ââ
âbabyâ fuck iâm sorry okay i didnât meanââ
you laughed bitterly. âyou didnât mean it. didnât mean what? to accidentally let it slip that you actually do think iâm a blabbermouth?â
he was taken aback as his eyebrows furrowed, shaking his head desperately. ânoâ no thatâs not what i meant at all y/n iâm sorry. iâve been so stressed and tired and iâm taking it all out on you right now andâ and thatâs not okay and not an excuse.â
megumi quickly stepped forward and placed his hands on your face, but you pushed him away, hurt flashing across his eyes as you did so.
âand why didnât you tell me about the meeting huh? the one with the higher ups last week?â
surprise crossed his face. âhow did youââ
âdoesnât matter how i heard it. why didnât you tell me? do you understand how that makes me feel when i have to find out through someone else and not my own boyfriend?â
he ran a hand through his spiky black hair and sighed exhaustedly.
âi didnât tell you because i knew you would be upset about it and i didnât want you to worryââ
âso you just chose to keep it from me thatâs real nice.â you spat. âof course i wouldnât be happy with it theyâre stripping you down and exploiting you! how could they say that itâs all on you to bring it home for the world series? do you understand how insane that sounds?â
âi know but i canât tell them anything i just have to say yes!â he explained.
âyou have every right to tell them something! and if you wouldâve communicated this with me like you shouldâve done, i wouldnât have let you lose so much sleep over me and maybe you wouldnât have played the way you think you played, and you wouldnât be standing here shitting all over me!â
he really struck a chord.
ây/nââ
âbye megumi.â
his breath hitched.
ânoâ hey donât do thatââ
he scrambled after you as you made your way out of the field, him quickly catching up and tugging you into him with his long arms around your shoulders, bringing your back to his front as he ducked his face down.
âletâs fix it please we need to fix thisââ
âi want to be alone right now, megumi.â you mumbled.
god he hated how many times youâve called him that already tonight, feeling like the biggest asshole to ever grace your precious life.
âno i donât want you to be upset with me pleaseââ
âwe can talk later on the phone.â your tone was lifeless. âi just need to be alone.â
he faltered, feeling gutting pain cascade all over his body as he hesitantly, slowly, slipped his arms away and released you.
âoâokay.â
he watched you walk up the stands and to the exit as you clutched yourself, his eyes catching the back of your jersey reading his last name that sent an immediate pang through his chest, your frame disappearing from his view and leaving him in his stupid thoughts as he snatched his cap off from his head and threw it to the side in frustration.
that night megumi tried to call you but you didnât pick up, you barely even answering his texts as he wallowed in self pity alone in his apartment.
and you hadnât stopped crying since the moment your tears hit on the fieldâ hurt and exhausted and guilty as you settled into bed, unable to bring yourself to call him and go through with your word, deciding to text instead.
(you): iâm really tired iâm sorry. iâll see if i can call you in the morning.
megumi took no time at all to respond.
(gumi <3): can i take you to class tomorrow?
(you): i donât think thatâs a good idea
he swallowed the lump in his throat and fought back the urge to fight it, wanting to respect you and your space.
but you only kept crying.
(gumi <3): okay
(you): goodnight
(gumi <3): goodnight pretty baby
just as you were about to place your phone back on your nightstand, it buzzed again.
(gumi <3): i love you iâm sorry
you sniffled and put your phone away officially, choosing not to respond.
the following week leading up to the league championship game, megumi spent every waking moment trying to make it up to you, trying to fix it, but you only seemed to stay away from him and distance yourself, something that hurt megumi like no other.
you felt like it was your fault he played the way he did that day. if you had been smarter, more mindful, you wouldâve noticed that the intensity of his exhaustion was extremely abnormal, and perhaps you couldâve done something about it before it was too late and saved yourself the dreadful fight you had with him.
you hated the way you spoke to him, and you fully convinced yourself that you only served as a distraction for him, opting to keeping your distance as far away as possible so it allowed megumi to get his head focused again and ensure a promised route to the world seriesâ something you had hoped to be there to witness, but deeming his success way more important than your needs at this point in time.
so you stopped going to all of his practices following that day, the fact tormenting megumi as you always went to each and every single one and was there for him without faultâ rain or shine, always waiting for him in the locker rooms when he was finished.
but you werenât there anymore. and each day you werenât was another day megumi would spend angry and frustrated with himself that he did what he did. he knew your defense mechanism was pushing people away, and your current behavior gave him flashbacks to the time last year when he was falling for you and you kept running away from him, scaredâ those actions a carbon copy of whatâs happening now, except far worse.
and he did that to you. he yelled at you and snapped at you, told you to stop talking for some fucking reason that he still couldnât find the proper explanation for⌠and he made you cry. so much. your usual sweet honeyed voice you spoke to him with long gone since that day.
and he missed you. more than anything.
âyou stupidââ throw âself absorbedââ throw âassholeââ throw ânarcissisticââ throwâ
âokay thatâs enough thatâs enough!â
yuji pulled your best friend back as she chucked towel after towel at megumi following one of their practices, her absolutely fuming.
he took every hit, not bothering to dodge. he deserved it.
âshe told me what you didââ she shook herself away from yujiâs grip. âwhat the hell is the matter with you? how could you yell at her like that on the field? when all sheâs ever done is love youââ
âi know.â megumi mumbled, rubbing his eyes. âi know iâm really sorry. i regret it.â
âfuck yeah you should,â she scoffed. âthat womanâs been cooped up every day in her room bawling her eyes out over you!â
yuji nodded sadly, and megumi let out a pained breath as he closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands, propping his elbows on his knees, leaning forward.
âfuck meâŚâ
âyeah fuck youââ
âokay! okay. heâs already down let him bleed out.â yuji muttered to her as he rubbed his hands over her arms soothingly, an attempt at calming her down.
he looked at him. âmegumi, you and i both know that she understands you were frustrated that day. the both of you. if you just talk to herââ
âyou think i havenât tried?â megumi picked his head up, and the both of them froze at the way his eyes glossed over.
âiâveâ iâve called her, iâve texted her, i drove by her house but sheâs never there, fuck i even went to her campus at seven in the morning but couldnât find her.â
he took his cap off and roughly rubbed over his eyes again.
your best friend sighed then after a moment, slowly stepping forward and sitting down next to him on the bench.
âsheâll come around megumi.â she mumbled. âjust give her some time. i know itâs hard, but she really really loves you.â she sighed deeply. âsheâll come around.â
megumi nodded solemnly, and yuji stepped forward, patting his shoulder.
âyou okay man?â
he nodded again.
missed phone calls, lagging dry texts, and last minute cancellations from you all happened for a week straight.
and when the time finally came for the league championships, megumi wanted nothing more than for you to be there as he stared at his messy fucking locker when prepping for the gameâ another reminder that you hadnât been around, and another reminder that you wouldnât be here tonight to see him, something he completely did not blame you for.
luckily, the league championship game was at their home base once more, and as the crowd got settled to watch, energies heightened as the players all got settled over the field to play ballâ megumi shook the nerves from his body as he focused with the game, and you, on his mind like a religion.
and as the game ran on with the team scoring run after run, another win was blatantly obvious for themâ megumi entirely unaware of your presence that was watching him the entire time in the stands.
you couldnât help yourself. you needed to be there to watch him, needed to see him take home another achievement like that, regardless of where you both stood as you watched from just above the v.i.p section, shivering like an idiot because you forgot to bring a jacket after deciding to wear a flowy tube top for the day, but excited for him nonetheless.
you didnât tell a single soul you were coming, not even your best friend as you just wanted to see megumi again before running off into the shadows of your embarrassing despair, missing him like fucking crazy and nearly sobbing when you saw him walk out on the field at the start, but even more emotional to the fact that they were actually going to move on to the world series by the looks of it.
and the crowd hollered eventually as the speakers blasted megumiâs teams signature songâ
finalizing their spot in the world series.
your eyes glowed as you watched his team run up on the field and tackle each other down, literally rolling in the dirt as you giggled to yourselfâ sighing contently and about to turn and walk out of the stadium to go home when a strong rough hand wrapped around your bare upper arm.
âyouâre fushiguroâs girl! arenât you?â
you snapped your head up and saw someone you recognized as one of megumiâs crew members for the team, and you relaxed, trusting him.
âoh! yeah i am!â
âsweet! i just got hired to be on the crew a couple of weeks ago.â
âthatâs great!â you answered politely, smiling. âhow isââ
âlisten i was wondering if i could get any tickets to the world series from you?â
what.
âumââ your eyes darted around awkwardly. âforâ for the world series?ââ
âyeah! i took this job so i could get some but apparently i need to be working longer than three weeks. dumb.â
you gnawed at the inside of your cheek as your eyes drifted downward to your arm.
he still hadnât let go.
âoh iâm sorry.â you mumbled. âi couldâ i could maybe get you one? one for sure!â
he shook his head. âshit sorry, i need like five.â
âfive?!â you gawked. âi canât get you five iâm really sorry⌠i can only maybe get you one.â
his eyes narrowed. âwhy not? youâre fushiguroâs girl are you not?â
âyes but what does that have to do with me getting you tickets to the world series?â you spoke nervously, trying to put on a brave front as his height literally towered over you.
âwhy donât you ask him for tickets? heâs literally megumi fushiguro iâm sure he can cough up someââ
you scoffed.
âiâm not gonna ask him anything for you just because you want to use me to get tickââ
âso then what the fuck are you with him for?â his grip tightened around your arm as he pulled you a little, and you winced.
âlet go of me!ââ
megumi considered himself a relatively calm person throughout his life.
he knew he had his explosive rude moments here and there, him also accidentally offending people unknowingly with his words, but that behavior only stayed on the field as it pertained to the game at hand or with baseball itself, his life outside of that a treasured tranquil one as he spent his days with you and only you, something he looked forward to every waking moment since the day he met you.
but as he heard your little voice through the yelling of the crowd, instantly recognizing it and picking up on its distressed demeanorâ his body did a full one-eighty as his eyes frantically searched for you through the mass of people.
and once he did spot you? your breathtaking little self being manhandled by some fucking moron who had his hand around your upper arm?
he didnât consider himself a relatively calm person anymore.
megumi quickly snatched his cap off and passed it to a confused yuji and your best friend, sprinting at the speed of light across the field and to the fence of the v.i.p. section before hoisting himself up and climbing, jumping over once he reached the top and landing on the standsâ him running up a few steps before finally reaching you and tearing the guy off.
âget the fuck off.â
he gently pushed you behind him, his chest heaving.
âthe shit are you doing hurting her arm like that for huh?!â megumi stepped forward.
âhey! hey iâm sorry man iâ i didnât know i was hurting herââ
âsure you fucking did she was literally telling you to let go and you were throwing her around likeââ
âmegumi pleaseââ
âare you part of the crew?â
âyâyeah?â
âyouâre gone. youâre fired youâreââ
âwait iâm sorry! i was just trying to get tickets to the world seriesââ
megumiâs eyes blew open, wild and infuriated.
âthatâs why you were grabbing her like that? you were harrassing her for some fucking tickeâ you know whatââ
megumi stepped forward before you could stop him as he reeled his fist back and knocked him straight in the jaw, the guy stumbling back a bit and the crowd gasping before megumi spun around and grabbed your legs, throwing you over his shoulder.
âget the fuck out of my way.â
the small crowd that stuck around for the altercation parted with no questions asked, his long legs striding over across the exit and to the teams now vacant locker roomâ kicking the door open before gently setting you down on your feet.
he ran his hands over your soft hair frantically as he grabbed your cheeks and checked you over, your teary doe eyes breaking him apart.
âhey are you okay? are you fine?â
megumi let go of your face and gently lifted your upper arm, his eyes hardening at the purple forming bruise from that dickwads hand.
âheâs gone heâs goneââ
you lunged and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly as he started to charge back out, pulling him back.
âno! stop itâs okay you already hit him i think he got the message.â you mumbled, letting him go.
megumi turned to you then, his eyes softening over your timid sad frame as you played with your fingers, gaze down.
ây/n.â
âhm?â
he frowned.
âcan you please look at me.â
you listened reluctantly and peered up at him.
he exhaled. âbaby iâ iâm sorry. iâm so fucking sorry for everything that i said to you that night. i meant none of it. nothing. i was just angry at myself and stressed and stupid and i hate that i talked to you like that and took it out on you. you didnât deserve that at all.â
you hurriedly wiped your silent tearsâ nodding, but saying nothing.
he leaned down to look at you at eye level.
âare you okay?â
you nodded again and sniffled.
âtalk baby.â he pleaded with you gently, eyes sad. âtell me, please.â
you cowered a little as you finally broke into tiny sobs, your hands hovering over your face to hide your tears as he placed his big hands on your upper arms, megumi feeling like he just got run over by an entire military tank at the sight of you crying because of him.
âiâiâm sorry i yelled at youââ you hiccuped. âi was so mean and i fâfeel really badââ
âbaby why are you apologizing?â he shook his head. âitâs me itâs all me iâm the one who was mean to youââ
âno butââ you sniffled. âyou were just stressed from the game like you said and thatâs fine i shouldâve been more aware. i didnât mean to upset you with me talkingââ
âoh pretty baby..â he breathed out, agonizingly, megumi literally beating himself up. âremember when i said one time you were too nice for your own good?â
you nodded.
âthis is one of those moments. you should be yelling at me and throwing things at me like your best friend did.â
your eyebrows furrowed as you sniffled. âsheâ she did?â
âshe did.â he nodded. ârightfully so.â
you giggled a little, and he smiled softly.
âiâm sorry i distanced myself the way i didâŚâ you mumbled, a waterfall of tears coming down again. âi just thought that i was a distraction andâ and i wanted you to focus.â
âa distraction?â he murmured. ây/n you are never a distraction.â
âno but at the end of the day i wasâŚâ you sobbed. âyou need to be there for your team you haveââ hic! âyou have responsibilities and i donât want you to put me above that andâ and keep hanging out with me when you have so much to doââ
âsomething you need to understand is that iâm replaceable.â he cut you off, tone firm. âthe minute they find some other dude thatâs way better than me and quicker than me and they draft his ass over to the team? they are going to replace me faster than you will ever think. thatâs just the way jobs are. iâm replaceable no matter how much you wanna think itâs not true.â
he shook his head, his face pained. âbut you are not. youâre not fucking replaceable there is no other you. you are my life now baby. yes my career is a priority, but so are you, and i would rather them replace me than lose you entirely.â
he wiped the tears from your cheeks, your doe eyes wide.
âi appreciate that you care so much and you support me and that you want me to devote all of my time to only thisâ youâre an angel on earth for all of that⌠but as your man iâm telling you that all of my time is devoted to you now, not just baseball.â
you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him closer to you, tight, him immediately reciprocating and snaking his arms around your waist.
he could finally breathe.
âdo you understand?â he murmured softly, rubbing his hands over your back soothingly.
you nodded.
âbut you canâtâ wear yourself out like you did okay?â you sniffled. âyou canât let them push you and tire you out⌠and please listen when we say for you to restâŚâ
âi know iâm sorry. iâll listen next time baby i promise.â
âi get you trying to improve for yourself and push your limits⌠butâ but thereâs a difference between wanting to better your play and straight up wearing yourself down.â
you pulled back a little to look at him, wiping your tears and hiccuping. âand i worry man⌠i worry so much because iââ hic! âi love you and i always think about if youâre eating right orâ or getting enough sleepââ
his heart literally melted as he felt the remains of it ooze and spread all over his body and insides, your pure sweet concerns tugging at him and turning him into absolute putty before you.
he tightened his grip around your waist and lifted you, gently rocking your bodies as you sniffled and cried, his eyes screwed shut and feeling every possible emotion a human being could ever feel⌠but feeling love most of all.
love for you. love for who you are.
megumi kissed your wet cheek delicately and let his lips linger there as he spoke.
âiâm in love with youâŚâ he murmured. âi hope you know that.â
your heart fluttered and you nodded, a little smile playing at your face.
âiâm in love with you too gumi.â you hummed, pressing a sweet kiss of your own to his cheek.
he set you back down and cupped your cheeks, slowly leaning in and pressing light tender kisses to your lips, his mouth completely savoring over the taste of yours as he had been deprived of them for a freaking weekâ feeling like his dried up soul had been rejuvenated and made anew.
and you felt the same way⌠because you deepened the kiss, picked up the pace, pulled him closer until his chest was flush against yours and your hot breaths were mixed together in a misty cloud, megumi breathing heavily through his nose as he ran his needy desperate hands over your delicious body.
he trailed wet open mouthed kisses on your cheek, jaw, and all the way down to the side of your exposed neck, his hand supporting the other side as he feverishly licked a slow long stripe of spit up your neck with his rough tongue, your fists gripping the sides of his jersey as he nibbled and bit, his lips finally coming to enclose and suck around a certain spot as your breath hitched at how frenzied and sloppy he was being, drool practically running down your neck as he ravished, bit, and sucked over multiple areas.
you shoved your hands down his pants suddenly, and he choked in surprise as his hips thrusted forward, your fingers pumping and palming his hardened cock slowly as his breath shuddered against your neck.
âbaby...â he murmured.
âhm?â
âhow would you feel if i turned on the shower and fucked my cock in your pretty little cunt for a bit in there huh?âŚâ
a needy whimper slipped past your lips against his ear, and he grew weak.
âis that okayââ
âmore than okayââ
you squealed as he wasted no time in picking you up again and walking over to the showers, the both of you clumsily tearing off your clothes as megumi fumbled with the shower switch until luke warm water spritzed from aboveâ entrapping the both of you in a humid trance as megumi squeezed your bare thighs and ushered you to jump, you doing so immediately and wrapping your legs around his waist.
he stepped in and literally slammed the shower door shut, the two of you giggling a little as the soothing water washed over your panting bodies, the sight of his handsome bright face making your cheeks flush and bury your face in his neck in response.
he chuckled softly, gently setting your back against the wet tile wall before kissing you again and again, his mouth messy against your puffy lips as he tried to drink up all that you gave him, the tip of his cock slipping past your folds and brushing against your swollen clitâ each time making you squeak and jump.
you didnât care about anything, your mind reeling and just wanting megumiâs dick inside of you as soon as possible, knowing that youâd never really had sex before and literally not giving a single shit because it was himâ someone you trusted the most out of anyone in your life, and someone you wanted to give your all to no matter the circumstance.
he lined his fat tip then against your drooling hole.
âwait! wait the doorââ you gripped his shoulders for support. âthe door did you lock it?â
ânope.â
megumi pushed his cock in slowly and gently, your choked gasps and moans echoing inside the shower as his head fell to rest in the crook of your hickey covered neck, him groaning in ecstasy as your gummy warm pussy strangled his dick to the tightest degree, already previously so wet and gushy that it thankfully barely hurt you at all as he bottomed out.
âfuuuckkâ youâre warm.â he murmured, gripping your hips like a vice and softly caressing his thumb against your slippery skin to soothe youâ hoping (but not really), youâd maybe release the clutch your pussy had on his dick to stop him from already shooting his cum all over your insides like a loser.
he slowly drew his hips back and fucked into you again, you jolting at the force as you fumbled to keep your grip steady on his shoulders, his cock fucking thick and massive as his little curve poked deliciously at your cervix, him gradually increasing his pace as you shuddered over the quick pat pat patâs echoing through the walls.
âgâgumiii..â you whined.
âwhat baby?â he mumbled breathlessly, his eyes glued to where his dick connected with your hole as it slipped in and out lewdly, your pussy literally squelching and screaming for him with your bouncing tits in his face that made him clench his jaw in self restraintâ trying his hardest not to fucking ram into you like nothing and take you.
âyâyouâre biigg!â you hiccuped, your little gasps of breath enticing droplets of cum to leak out of his tip and ooze out of your little wet folds, megumi moaning at your words.
âyeah?â pat pat patâ âsâtoo much for you baby?â
he picked up the pace, on purpose as he meanly bounced you on his cock and shot his hips up against your pussy, his big heavy balls slapping against your ass and making your eyes fucking cross at the feeling.
âtell me you love me.â he panted. ânow.â
âiââ hic! âi love youââ
megumi grabbed your cheeks with his fingers and mushed them together, grinning deviously at the way your pouty lips pushed out cutely.
âhow much.â
âsâso- ah!â so much gumiââ
âmoreâ shit!â he choked, a particular squeeze from your abused cunt almost making him finish. âmâ more than anything?â
slap slap slapâ
âyâyes!ââ you could barely even speak due to the erotic hold he had on your face. âi love you i love you i loveââ
you squealed as he let go of your face, gave into his desires and rammed into you, both hands on your bruised hips as he gave your pussy no room to breathe with how fast he was shoving his fat cock inside of you, pounding and pummeling into your guts as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your release build up in your tummy.
âwhy were you asking me about the door earlier huh?â he panted. âyou donât want anyone to see how much of aâ thrust! âslut you are? your legs spread for me like this and your pretty pussy creaming on my dick?â
you whined and moaned so fucking loudly, it ringing through megumiâs ears like a wicked symphony.
he pinched your nipple when you didnât respond.
âanswer me.â
thrust thrust thrustâ
ânâno i didnât!â
âno?â
he gripped your neck and sloppily ran his mouth over yours, feeling his cum on the brink of shooting out.
âmâgonna cum inside.â
âinâ mmphf!â inside?â
âyou donât want it?â he let go of your neck. âcause i wonât give it to you if you donât want itââ
âi do i do!â you scrambled and cupped his cheeks, bringing his lips back in and kissing him messily.
âgive it to me gumi please!ââ hic! âeeekkk!â
hot sticky cum pumped out of his tip and into your gushy walls, your high making your toes curl as you creamed around his heavy cock feverishly, megumiâs entire body fucking shivering at the way your pussy felt like it was entirely made and molded for him.
he softly pumped himself inside and out of you, his mouth hung open in a daze as he watched his white cum slide out of your pretty hole and over his still connected dick, gently easing out after a minute and carefully setting you back downâ not completely though, as he knew youâd be sore as he leaned most if not all of your body weight against him.
you held each other in a tight embrace then, your heavy breaths trying to find its normal rhythm as the warm water continued to cascade down your bodies, comfortingly.
âwhy donât we have sex more often...â you mumbled.
he laughed softly, pecking the side of your head. âi was waiting for you to tell me baby. i didnât want to pressure you.â
âi was waiting for you to tell me.â you emphasized. âi didnât want to jump on you and just violate youââ
megumiâs chest vibrated as he laughed again, a cute boyish one that made you bite your lip.
âviolate me?â he murmured, an amused smile on his face. âiâd want you to.â
âyeah?â you tilted your head, and his cheeks grew hot.
âyeah.â
finally you and megumi were in sync again, going back into each otherâs routines as if the week long hiccup never happened, the both of you officially unraveling the aching knots in your chests that you hauled for seven tormenting days straightâ together and attached to the hip once again as he started picking you up for your seven am classes every morning like before, you going to his practices straight after, and spending your hours sleeping in his dark cozy room this time around, snoring your little life away so megumi could recover.
and eventually, the world series arrived.
âmy camera! my camera! my digital one did i bring it?!â
you flipped your purse upside down and dumped all of your things on the floorâ your lip combo, compact mirror, snacks, random receipts, and small perfume bottle rolling around on the ground until your digital camera was finally in view.
your best friend cackled as she crouched down and helped you pick up your things. âyou were taking pictures up megumiâs nose on the two hour drive over here yes you brought itââ
âi know i forgot iâm so nervous what if they lose what if someone fumbles what ifââ
you both stood as you rambled on and she placed both of her hands on your shoulders, shaking you. âcalm down! theyâll be fine! win or lose they still made it to the world series!â
the crowd roared much like the past two games, except much heavier, louder, more drilling as the music drummed through your body, the air windy but refreshing, and high pitched whistles echoing from around the stadium as everyone anticipated for the biggest game of the season.
you had lost count how many different news stations were here broadcasting the game, how many reporters you saw scrambling across the field trying to interview certain playersâ you too busy taking pictures of every single little thing and the both of you reapplying your lip liners over a million fucking timesâ even flagging down a crew member so you could take a picture with just your best friend, your backs to the camera showcasing the last names of your boyfriendâs on your jerseyâs.
and when the game officially commenced and the players all went out on the fieldâ megumi and his team did what they always do best, taking control of the scoreboard and earning runs like chump change as they worked professionally to take the trophy home, you constantly snapping pictures of megumi that your digital camera ran out of fucking storage before you even got the shot that you wanted.
eventually after a while of playing, it was megumiâs turn to hit.
âfuck! record for me please record! my camera ran out of storage oh my god use my phone please i love youââ
your best friend laughed as she took your phone from you and did what you asked, your hands on the railing and leaning over it as you anxiously watched him walk up to home plate and take position.
but instead of doing his usual faux swings and repositioned footing, megumi stepped to the side and turned his bat downward, you unable to tell what he was doing as his frame was blocking, his arm moving in various directions before he stepped back again on the home plate and repositioned himself.
your eyes trailed to the ground.
megumi had carved your initials in the dirt.
your girl friend gasped and cooed. ây/nnn!â
as megumi now did his faux swings, your bottom lip only wobbled as your eyes stayed trained to the carvings in the dirt, your heart skipping a thousand beats per minute as the thought of megumi thinking about you out there during one of the most important nights of his life, made you question repeatedly how you ever landed a man like him when all you do is talk and cry.
hit!
your eyes snapped up and you quickly wiped the corners of your eyes, megumi already running across the first two bases as the crowd roared.
âbring it home fushiguro!â
several of his teammates were cheering him on from the dugout, megumi running four runs with just one fucking hit?â
a grand slam.
and suddenly you were taken back to the day you noticed megumi for the first time, just like now with your doe eyes wide and cheeks pink, recognizing the only piece of baseball terminology you knew besides a home run.
except then he was just a stranger you were hopelessly in love with that knew how to play ball like no other.
now though, heâs a man you couldnât ever imagine your life without. and you didnât want to.
so as the game reached nine innings, megumiâs team running on the field in a bundle of absolute tears and yells and hollers that they won the world fucking series, all clustering together as they hoisted several players up on their shoulders, including megumiâ
you and your best friend instantly booked it down there in a fit of tears.
you had no time to get your personal belongings together as you sprinted across the field like your life fucking depended on it towards megumiâ him being put down by his teammates and him frantically looking around after until he spotted you, the brightest smile spreading across his face as he chucked his cap to the side and opened his arms out wide for you.
you jumped in and he spun you around, holding you tight as the screaming crowd surrounding you drowned itself out as you cried into megumiâs neck.
he pulled back, panting.
âdid you see how i did a grand slam?â
you nodded rapidly.
âi did it because i knew its the only thing you would recognize!â he yelled over the noise. âso you would feel included when we won!â
oh my god.
he still remembered when you told him that?
âguummiii! how did you even calculate that?!â you cried harder, and he laughed as he spread tiny kisses all over your teary face, his eyes glimmering with absolute unadulterated happiness and bliss, the reality of having the two things he wanted most in life settling into his mind.
megumi didnât really have a stance on religionâ whether the factor is real or not something he didnât really care about nor mind as he simply just chose to live.
but as he held you on the field, you crying for him and embracing him the way that you were, kissing him the way that you were, megumi only wanted to be covered in your favor. megumi only wanted to devote his entire life to you.
megumi only wanted to believe in you.
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nanami kento, who hates dating, and didnât do much of it in his early twenties. but now, heâs almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.
so satoru sets him up on a few dates â friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.
still; he thinks maybe heâs being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoruâs insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.
the first time was a disaster⌠kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.
he didnât even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like sheâd been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.
because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out â but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.
it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.
naturally, no one came back twice.
he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didnât spend out of his home, and met you.
though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe heâd known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.
by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.
by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.
on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.
he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.
âkento! sheâs the cutest cat iâve ever seen, you didnât even show me pictures!â you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. âlook at her pretty eyesâŚâ
âcareful,â kento said, âsheâs not veryââ
but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.
âshes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!â you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. âkentoâs a liar, isnât he⌠youâre so precious.â
a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. âalright, i get it, i wonât bother you anymore.â
though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kentoâs, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.
âdo you want any help cooking?â you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. âiâm a disaster in the kitchen, butââ
âsure,â kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. âbut only if you want to.â
#this is very silly#i just wanted to get it out of my drafts#iâve had this thought for a while but#i decided i didnât want to write a whole drabble so now you get this#kento being inexperienced at dating & not enjoying it is very special to me#and so is him having a cat tehe#selfship coded i suppose bc reader is me but itâs not that obvious i hope#kento đ â Ë・â#nanami x reader#xoxo rylie đ ŕ§â Ë・â#jjk x reader#nanami x you#nanami fluff#nanami x gender neutral reader#xoxo rylie đ â Ë・â
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what about a reader whoâs unknowingly flirting with the twst wonderland cast (specifically savanclaw, octanaville and diasomnia) because of culture differences and species differences?
e.g petting their ears, giving them gifts, smiling with teeth (bc for moray eels thatâs how they mate đ)
OR fem reader who has her period and some of the twst students can smell it I LITERALLY HAD A NIGHTMARE ABOUT THIS đđđđ
OMLL I APPRECIATE ITTT!!! sorry for the wait!!! i chose some from each dorm bc of my character limit btw!!
azul ashengrotto
despite how much azul continues to do his best to learn about life on land⌠relationships are certainly difficult for him to understand sometimes considering how long he has spent his life in the sea and though there are many similarities between merpeople⌠there are still some differences. once azul is rather close to you he does become unintentionallyâ clingy with you. (when you two officially get together that's another story) but he has a habit of wanting to lean close to you or have a hand on you in some way, like on the small of your back when showing you something in the mostro lounge.
so needless to say, he is in love with any sort of touch from you he takes that as some sort of hope and sign that you reciprocate how he feels haha. jade and floyd tease him ALL the time about it especially when he was struggling to keep his cool-headed composure after you once gave him a hug after he did something to help you once.
like I've said azul really doesn't think about it or even try to be this way around you he just does aljdfajdkhf. heâll feel like a smitten fool as he sits in the vip lounge as he's doing papers and just think about how you playfully linked your arm around his to bring him somewhere. small things like that are actually quite big to him when it comes down to the differences.
jade leech
he's aware you probably don't know that you're unknowingly flirting with him, but he finds it amusing and plays along with you, nevertheless. he thinks it's cute that you don't know and all the more enticing, youâll find him chuckling, trying to hide his grin with his gloved hand âoh my, I didn't know you liked me that much fufuâ heâd say. you can't help but feel confused as to what he finds so interesting⌠like you literally just yawned.
it'll take him a while to actually tell you what it means since he finds the obliviousness to be quite cute. you only put two and two together when he tells floyd about what you did right in front of him and the two laugh about it. now you've got floyd teasing u about it..
like azul he is a little more affectionate just in a different more. in a less obvious fashion, though there definitely have been a few occasions where he likes to bring your hand to his lips and see your reaction, he finds it so amusing. he always has his teethy grin plastered on his face.
leona kingscholar
he hates the way he can always tell when you're wearing cologne or perfume and he hates that he likes it as well, he may or may not be a bit addicted to your scent. he literally can tell if you're near just because he knows the damn fragrance you use.
if you two are particuarly close... like him falling asleep around you and such. if you happen to pet his head and his ears, he immediately shoots you this look then mumbles something before being too tired to do anything about it or give you some retort. he just lets it happen... he does enjoy it anyway. slowly he kinda doesnt realize how clingy he can get with you because of it. he becomes a little needy and wanting more attention from you. he cant help it.... i mean you basically just showed him that you're fine with it anyways.
leona seems to be someone who can get pretty possessive, unintentionally too over you. kind of territorial, like if you're someone he has eyes for then he doesn't expect others to really get in the way of that.
malleus draonica
malleus is not only a fae but a pretty sheltered one too, Iâd think heâd take almost anything from you as a sign of you being completely infatuated with him as he is with you. you could offer split your ice cream or invite him out somewhere, show any sort of interest in him as he talks about gargoyles as heâs doing single club activities. the one time you asked curiously and wanted to touch his horns, heâd be searching for the loveliest jewel to bestow you for your wedding day.
speaking of jewels⌠he gifts to you a lot especially after you give him anything first (it could be a cool rock you found) and heâd be so smitten and glad to reciprocate that by giving you earrings, rings, necklaces etc. and when you accept them even though you're not exactly fully understanding why he takes it even more as a sign of you accepting his advances.
after taking any of your little acts of being somewhat kind to him and heâs already so deeply into you, lilia would certainly be someone who hears just all about it. i think he would only feel happy for malleus, as it appears he mustâve found the right one. he is just supportive of malleus and is simply overjoyed to know he has some little human that makes him so happy.
lilia vanrouge
he has lived long enough and in different places to understands human courting's and more so than someone like malleus. he knows how different it is, trust me he is fully aware, but he thinks it's amusing. lilia pretends to take it the wrong way and watch you get all confused, when he's just being playful.
just cant help that he finds it so adorable when you unknowingly show him affections as a fae would in his culture. even just being slightly affectionate with him is enough to have him giggling and warning you to be careful to what fae you do that to. they do tend to take very kindly towards any affections and gifts!
lilia will straight up tell you though too, you could gift him and give him something neat you found or made, and he'd look up at you with a stupid grin like "kfufu... i accept your love, dear" NO???. he still holds onto anything from you with the utmost joy.
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