#gonna take me a while to get to the point where i’m ready to decorate so this is a week long poll hehe
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bumbling-kiddo · 11 months ago
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i’m doing it!! gonna restart my animal crossing island :D but how do you all think i should i decorate my new island? all of these ideas have been circling in my head and i can’t decide :]
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unreliablesnake · 1 year ago
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Spooky season
“Where did you get these?” you asked Soap when he poured three replicas of Ghost’s signature mask on the table.
Gaz picked one up and took a closer look at it. “3D printed?” he wondered out loud, the sentence sounding more like a statement than a question.
The other sergeant’s lips curled into a big smile. “Yeah, it was worth the money. Took me a while to get it done, but it’s ready just in time for Halloween.”
Pinching the bridge of your nose, already afraid of the answer, you spoke up again. “What exactly are you planning to do?” you asked.
“We! What we are planning to do. We’ll wear these today during the briefing,” Soap said excitedly.
“So you wanna piss of Ghost?” Gaz asked the obvious, which made the other man roll his eyes. “Mate, I’m not doing this. I don’t wanna be on his bad side.”
Soap let out a defeated sigh before his bright eyes turned to you. “Please, tell me you’re not betraying me.” When you raised your hands and shook your head, he banged his head against the table. “Why are you both doing this to me? It’s not fair. Come on, today’s Halloween, it will be fun!”
You looked over at Gaz who took a deep breath that he let out slowly as he thought. “Just the briefing. And if he’s pissed, I’ll take it off,” he said, pointing a finger at Soap.
The Scot’s lips curled into a wide grin as he nodded, then he turned to you. “Tell me you’re in too.” When you nodded, he picked up two masks and gave them to the two of you. “This is gonna be fun.”
Fun. Sure. Because you all knew your husband as someone who was fun at work. He surely wouldn’t appreciate you all being silly in the middle of a serious mission. Hell, he was sometimes fed up with Soap’s stupid jokes too.
But back home? He was all about spooky season, he decorated the apartment accordingly with skeletons and bats. So who knew, maybe this would turn out to be a good one.
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mariamakeslemons · 1 month ago
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Spooktober 2024: Day 15 Predator
Warning: Predator AU, Reader is a nurse practitioner (thus inaccurate medical information is here, I'm sorry), mentions of death and hunting
Ghost jolts awake, looking around in confusion as he rises. He had just finished a mission, had been reporting to Price that it was a success when suddenly… Suddenly…
“Shite,” he hisses, rolling over to rise to his feet. The area he’s in is lush, plants all over the place and the smell of water in the air. Complete opposite of the desolate desert that he was just in. The plants rustle and he turns, ready for a fight. Instead, you stumble out, wearing scrubs and looking just as lost as he feels. You trip to a stop, blinking up at him with wide eyes.
“…Hi,” you choke out, offering an awkward smile to him. He blinks at you, before whipping around at the sound of more plants rustling. From those plants, a small group people pour out, guns drawn and armor on.
“Who the hell are you?” one of the men demands. You yelp and stumble back as Ghost takes a protective step in front of you.
“Lieutenant Ghost of SAS,” he answers as you squeak out your name and that you’re a nursing student on your internship.
“Ghost? Holy shit!” a different man exclaims, pushing his way to the front of the group. It’s Sergeant Collins, an American that had been at one of the bases the 141 ended up at. The kid beams up at him while the other military of the group lower their weapons.
“What the fuck?!” a different man yells, “We’re just going to trust fucking Skeletor and his little pet?! They might be why we’re here!”
“Lieutenant Ghost is one of the best of the SAS,” a more decorated military man explains, “I trust him more than I trust you, Lawrence.” Ghost is almost honored by the trust, but he’s still on edge, especially with three non-military aiming their weapons at him and you. The one named Lawrence clicks his tongue and looks away while the other two lower their weapons.
“So,” you chirp while peeking around Ghost, “Who’re you?”
The group introduces themselves, and Ghost takes note quickly of one thing. The only person here that isn’t aggressive is you. Sergeant Collins, Petty Officer 2nd class Levesque, Staff Sergeant Shèng, and Nitō Rikui Hashimoto are all various countries’ military officers, while Lawrence and Ana are mercenaries, rounded off with Tyrone who’s a gangster. Luckily, all the military personnel have first aid kits, which you’re quick to make note of and tally up.
“We can care for the equivalent of three broken limbs and six extreme lacerations,” you declare, “Basically, if we don’t get seriously injured, we should be fine.”
“You sure ‘bout that?” Tyrone asks, crouching beside you as you divide and organize each kit. You nod once, zipping a kit closed and handing it back to Hashimoto.
“We might get lucky and find more supplies, but I’d rather be useless and just help cart around extra stuff,” you explain, “If I’m useless, then that means no one’s injured, thus meaning no first aid has been used.”
“Weird thought,” Levesque throws out with a smirk. You shrug as you hand back his kit.
“It just makes sense,” you offer, “I’d rather be here but useless, than needed and elsewhere.”
“Valid thought,” Hashimoto praises as you hand back Ghost’s kit.
“Still, we don’t know where we are, or why,” Ana points out with crossed arms, “Feel like that’s the most important thing to figure out.” There’s nods and hums of agreement as you finish up and return the kits to the others. You stand up and Ghost immediately moves to your side.
“Stay near me,” he softly commands, “Gonna keep you safe.” You blink before smiling and nodding once.
“Okay,” you agree, shuffling closer to him as well.
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“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” you repeat, tears pouring out of your eyes as you wrap Ghost’s leg. He grunts, keeping his gun up even after killing the alien fuck that had killed off the others. You all managed to learn that you aren’t on Earth, because some aliens think humans are game to be hunted for sport. One by one, the group was killed off, either by the aliens or each other when Collins when insane from the pressure.
“Keep calm, Love,” Ghost gently orders you, gritting his teeth when he sees two more of them appear. You look up and do what he never wanted you to do, shuffling between him and the aliens. They pause, probably eyeing his gun and looking down at you. Bastards are probably trying to figure out how quickly they can kill you and him.
One lifts their arm up and taps at some buttons before pointing at you.
“You heal?” it asks, the voice robotic. You blink, thrown off at the words that the alien is saying.
“Y-yes, I’m a nurse,” you confess. The aliens turn to each other, and start growling. Ghost watches them communicate with each other from over your shoulder, his gun steady despite his wounds that you’ve dressed. One of the aliens takes a step closer to you, and Ghost yanks you back, trying to put himself between you and the aliens. They pause again, tilting their heads. Again, one taps at their wrist.
“Protector, healer, we help leave,” it explains. You and Ghost share a look.
“You won’t attack us again?” you ask. The aliens nod again.
“Healer need protector,” the alien explains, “protector need healer. Keep together, allow home.” Ghost grunts as he makes sense of what the hell they’re going on about. Apparently, the aliens hold you in high regard as a nurse, a healer. And since Ghost’s been defending you, without you picking up a weapon, he’s been designated as your guard. Someone defensive, only fighting when you are threatened. Ultimately, not worth hunting if the theory they came up with after Shèng’s death and you had been ignored is true.
“Thank you,” you tell them, turning to Ghost with a wobbly smile.
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Soap bursts into the hospital room LT is supposedly in. The past month has been a panicked mess, as Ghost simply disappeared from the desert he’d been in to finish up a mission. No visual, no call, nothing. Price’s heavy footsteps are right behind him, with Gaz bringing up the rear quickly. Eventually, they find Ghost’s room and Soap bursts in. LT is laid in bed, his balaclava still on but pulled up enough for an oxygen mask to be placed over his mouth and nose. His arm is in a cast while bandages wrap around his head and his other hand. It’s obvious wherever he was, he fought his way out. Possibly with the pretty thing that’s sleeping in the chair beside his bed, their head on his thigh. Bandages are wrapped around your head as well, but nowhere near as heavily.
“Johnny,” Ghost breathes, his eyes fluttering open. Soap offers a relieved grin, while Price and Gaz come in behind him.
“Y’ gave us a scare, Ghost,” Price scolds, patting his cast carefully.
“Di’n’t mean t’,” he slurs out, “Go’ picked up by ‘liens.” The three other members of 141 share a confused look. That’s not the kind of joke Ghost would make.
“Can you explain?” Gaz asks softly.
“We went t’ an alien planet,” you speak up, raising your head from Ghost’s thigh, to the surprise of Soap and the others, “And they hunted a group of us for sport.”
“No’ you,” Ghost argues, lolling his head to the side.
“No, not me,” you agree, “I was too busy trying to make sure everyone was healthy. Ghost protected me, so he was considered my guard.”
“Killed th’ fucker,” he brags a little. You beam at him, ignoring the confused looks between the rest of the taskforce.
(Later, they would learn about the Predators, how the race would hunt humans for sport, how Ghost was extremely lucky with you. By then, Price will be annoyed by the bureaucratic bullshit, Gaz would be contemplating his knowledge of the universe, and Soap would be bothering LT about you and the whole story behind his abduction. Ghost would only care about you being his sweetheart, practically ecstatic when you joined 141 as an external medic.)
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yellowkitkieran · 2 years ago
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To Have and To Heal (Part 4)
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Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?
The flowers on your desk distract you during your prep hour. The unexpected gift caught you off guard and as such, an old mug serves as a temporary vase until you can get them into a proper one. Since the moment they were handed to you, you've barely stopped smiling. 
You can't stop thinking about the man that handed you the dozen blossoms with a wary smile. You can't erase his relieved sigh when you accepted them, like in doing so you lifted a weight off his shoulders. Martin Ødegaard's murmured 'happy teacher appreciation week' replays on an endless loop in your head. 
You stare at the red petals while you should be getting ready for a math lesson. Your kids will be back from lunch in twenty minutes and you haven't moved from your chair, your sandwich half eaten. Despite your rumbling stomach, you can't force yourself to eat, instead allowing your mind to be consumed by thoughts of Martin. 
How often does he smile? Probably not enough unless he's around his daughter. When was the last time he had a home cooked meal? You'd bet not since he'd visited his home country and spent time with his family. Does he have someone to look after him the way he looks after everyone else in his life? Doubtful, and that realization hurts your heart. 
Standing abruptly, you decide you cannot dwell on this by yourself any longer. You need someone to vent to. Your feet carry you out of your room and down the hall, past decorative banners advertising the upcoming choir concert and past the science posters to your favorite room in the building aside from your own. 
You don't bother knocking, instead opting to pop open the door rather unceremoniously to proclaim, "I've committed a teaching sin." 
"Shh, not so loud!" Your closest teacher friend, Jen, motions for you to come into her classroom and shut the door. "You know better than to burst out with something like that- come in, sit down, have a chocolate and then we can talk." 
Your hand shakes as you reach across her desk to the bowl of candies and grab your favorite. Sinking into a yellow beanbag, you rip into it and pop the bite size piece into your mouth, sighing as bursts of flavor coat your tongue and somehow calm your fraying nerves. Chocolate solves all problems, no matter how pressing. Jen waits patiently whilst your initial panic subsides, allowing you space to wind down. 
"Okay, I think I can breathe now."
Jen smiles, pushing her square frame glasses up her nose. Your best friend is a classically styled teacher, often opting to tie her long blonde hair back in a ponytail or bun so it doesn't get in her way. Nine times out of ten, she wears a smart, matching pantsuit that gives you style envy. Today's fit is a deep blue with a white blouse, completed with a long golden necklace thrifted from her favorite secondhand store. 
"Alright then," Jen says and folds her hand atop the papers she had been grading, "what's the sin? It can't be too terrible or you wouldn't be sitting here talking to me, you'd be packing your things in a cardboard box. Come on then, out with it!" She slaps a poster on the edge of her desk, one with a bright, bubbly font that proudly labels her room as a judgment free zone. "You know I won't tell a soul."
You take a deep breath to center your thoughts. It's taken you what feels like ages to come to terms with how you feel, but you're at the point where you can't deny it any longer. And if there is one person you can count on to talk sense into you, it's Jen. 
"I think I've fallen for a parent- I know!" You splay your hands flat on her desk when her jaw drops. "I know it's bad! God I'm gonna get terminated- I can't believe myself! But it's to the point that I find myself waiting for him to show up at drop offs and pick ups, and when he sends someone else it wrecks my whole day. I've tried ignoring him too, but that only makes him become more charming!"
Jen relaxes into her chair with a smirk. "It's Atla's dad, isn't it? Ødegaard, the footie player?" You nod, half relieved you don't have to say his name yourself. If you did, you fear you'll fall even harder. Thankfully, Jen has a knack for reading your mind. "Mmhhm, thought so. But honestly it's not a big deal, everyone has their parent crushes. Hell, I've had my fair share- Jeremy's mum? Oh my god!" She shakes her head, "that's for another time though. Just don't act on it and you'll be fine."
"See… that's where the issue lies." 
"Oh?"
Now you've piqued her interest. Jen adjusts her glasses, inching her chair forward. Your stomach churns. Thinking these things about Martin and actually telling someone are two different things. Voicing your thoughts makes your attraction real and concrete. Once you've put it into the universe, there's no taking it back. But it's time; if you hold it in any longer, you may well burst. 
"So you know those tulips on my desk? The red ones you asked about." The same adorable, pinkish shade of red Martin had turned when he'd handed them to you this morning.
Stop it, you tell yourself, don't think about that. Definitely don't think about how he was so nervous and fidgety and it was all perfectly endearing… well, fuck. 
"Mhm, I do recall flowers…" Jen flourishes a hand to encourage you to continue, not letting you off the hook with such a simple explanation. She wants details and she expects to get them. You swallow the lump in your throat and push back the unease bubbling in your gut. 
"Those were from Martin. He handed them to me and his cheeks were bright red, almost like he was sunburnt- god, it was adorable Jen, you should've seen him!" You cover your face with a hand, trying and failing to hide your growing smile. "I'm in trouble, quit smirking at me!"
"Smirking? Me? Never!"
You glare at your friend and sigh, "He kept touching his hair and he spoke so softly… yes I know I'm in too bloody deep!"
Biting at your nails is a bad habit you haven't kicked. You do so now, at least until Jen yanks your hand away from your mouth. You smile and tuck your hands under your thighs. Why does Martin have to be so damn charming? If he was a touch less perfect, maybe you wouldn't have such a terrible crush on him. 
"I'd say you need a stern talking to," Jen starts, patting your arm, "but I think you're doing that to yourself. Look, don't get too hung up on it, okay? As long as you keep it to yourself, you'll be fine." 
Question is… how long can you keep this entire thing to yourself?
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For once, the end of your day cannot come fast enough. When the final bell rings and your students disperse to head home for the day, you gather up your things and head to the gymnasium. Once there you pull out the bin of balls designated for after school use and scatter your coloring pages and books on the two picnic tables in the corner. Laughter echoes through the entry as the children start to arrive, most of them shouting greetings your way as they fall into their usual groups to await their parents to pick them up. 
You pretend you aren't waiting for your favorite student, even though you smile when you hear her little voice. Atla comes running over, golden pigtails bouncing behind her. She wraps her arms around your legs and squeezes with all her might, "Hello Miss. Sunshine! I learned about animals today!" 
"Oh did you really? Tell me all about it Attie." You stoop to return her hug with equal fervor, then take her backpack and coat to hang them up. 
"Well elephants are the biggest animals on land- did you know that? And there's so many kinds of frogs in the Amazon rainforest, but they're dying because mean people keep cutting down their habi- habib-" 
Atla frowns, struggling to say the word correctly. You tip your head, giving her one more shot to get it right before you gently correct, "habitat, yeah? Where they live?" When Atla nods, you smile, glad to have helped her. "That's right, mean people are cutting down lots of habitats of different animals, which is why it's so important that we learn about them, so we can grow up and help the little guys defend their homes!"
"Do you have any animal coloring books? I want to color animals today!" Without waiting for your reply, Atla runs over to the picnic table and surveys the selection before digging through the sheets you have printed. She pulls out one of some sort of big cat and gets right to work, her tongue poking out in concentration as she does her best to stay in the lines. 
They say time flies when you're having fun, and today certainly proves that. One minute you're kicking a ball about with some of the older kids and the next, parents are arriving and scooping up their children. Atla is the last one left, which isn't a rare occurrence in itself, but when the clock strikes five thirty you begin to worry. Atla doesn't realize her father's absence, as absorbed as she is in her coloring, which has resulted in a small stack of finished sheets that you carefully tuck in a folder to send home. 
"Attie, did your dad say anything about him being late today?" You crouch next to her, keeping your voice soft. "Normally he's here by now to pick you up."
"He said he had training," Atla says, totally nonplussed. "He's always late when he has training."
You frown to yourself, glancing at the clock again. It's true, he's normally later when he has training, but not this late. You decide to give him ten minutes before you call him to check in. 
Keeping one eye on Atla, you start cleaning up the gym. You find yourself glancing at the double doors leading to the hallway every few seconds, waiting for a handsome blonde Norwegian to walk through with an apology on his lips. It isn't like Martin to be so late, especially without sending a note…
What if something happened to him? London roads can be quite treacherous, especially if someone is in a rush. He could've gotten into an accident, or been mobbed by fans. Who knows? Why is your heart pounding so hard at the thought of him being hurt?
"I'm here!" The gym door bangs open so loud that Atla squeaks, dropping her pencil. "I'm sorry- I'm here! Hey søta, I'm sorry I'm late." 
The words are clearly meant for Atla, though Martin looks directly at you when he speaks. You've never bothered to Google what 'søta' means but now you may have to thanks to the way he seemingly addresses you as such makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. 
"Hi papa! Look what I did!" 
Martin's eyes linger on you for a moment before he leans over to observe her work. He murmurs compliments and offers small, meaningful critiques which Atla seems to take to heart, eating up his words with wide, trusting eyes. You can almost see her compartmentalize his advice to use later, the innocence in her gaze bringing a smile to your face.
When Martin turns to you, he offers an apologetic wince. "Sorry for making you stay so late. The market was hectic."
You wave him off, "Oh no worries. Though in the future I'd recommend doing a food shop during the day if you can. It's much less busy than after work! Everyone is trying to rush and grab ingredients for dinner and it quickly becomes chaos…" You trail off when you realize you're rambling, cheeks hot with embarrassment. "Sorry, I suppose you already know all of that. I guess that's the teacher in me coming out, trying to solve every little issue I see."
"No it's alright, I don't mind. I usually shop during the day, when it's less crowded, but I had to stop and pick something up for you." Martin smiles, his head tilted slightly. 
You blink thrice, not sure you heard him right. Buy when he holds out a small hamper filled with different types of chocolates your mouth falls open. "This- this is for me?"
Martin nods, his face flushed. "Yes, I figured a lousy bouquet of tulips wasn't enough to show my appreciation for everything you do for Atla and all of your students." Martin shifts on his feet, reminiscent of a child caught in an awkward situation. You clamp down on your instinct to reach out and put your hands on his shoulders to hold him still. "You only see Attie for a few hours each day, but she always has the most things to say about you versus her other teachers."
"All good things I hope." You laugh to try and diffuse the situation, though your palms are sweaty from the compliment. The hamper is heavy, so you set it on the ground at your feet. Before you offer Martin your hand to shake, you subtly wipe it on your jeans. You'd rather a hug, but considering the thoughts swirling in your head, that's definitely not a good option. "Thank you for the treats, Mr. Ødegaard. I really appreciate it."
"Please call me Martin," he murmurs, nearly begging. His eyes soften before he finally releases your hand, tucking his own back into the pocket of his track pants. "I thought we were friends."
Martin drags a hand through his hair when you don't say anything. Atla hums while she colors, her little feet swinging in the air. She reminds you of your nephew. He also loves anything creative, preferring things that get his hands dirty, but he'd settle for drawing too. In a different world, the two children could probably be good friends. 
"You haven't come back to the park," Martin murmurs, a touch of mourning in his voice. Martin's offer from a few days prior springs to mind and you mentally kick yourself. You're meant to be an adult! You should be able to put your feelings aside for the sake of the kids. 
"Erm, yeah, I haven't. I've had things planned for my nights, like museums and such. And his parents will be home tomorrow so…" 
Martin's head bobs. "Right, of course. Look, if I overstepped please let me know, but I would prefer you to not be so formal and stiff with me."
"Well I- I mean it's not appropriate for me to call parents by their first names. Or to see them outside of school, for that matter." It's a lame excuse and you both know it. Martin ducks his head, trying to hide his smile. God damn him and that stupid, gorgeous smile. You lock your knees to keep them from wobbling when his eyes eventually find yours again, a smile still on his lips. 
"Please, just call me Martin. You've done it before, and I preferred it that way… I'm making an exception for you, couldn't you make one for me?"
You're so confused by his admission that you nod. Martin's smile morphs into something that lights up the entire room and you're well and truly fucked then. You feel yourself tipping off the deep end, immediately longing to see that smile as often as you possibly can. You'll do or say anything to see Martin beam like that. 
"Okay Martin, I'll use your first name." 
"Perfect, thank you! Okay Attie, time to go home, what do you say to Miss. Sunshine?" Martin crouches to Atla's level, but his eyes remain trained on you. They dance with a mysterious light, something you can't quite put your finger on… but you'd like to find out. 
"Thank you for staying late to keep me company, Miss. Sunshine! I can't wait to have more fun tomorrow morning!"
You wave as the duo head for the exit, Martin's large hand nearly dwarfing Atla's toddler sized one. For a split second you imagine yourself at Martin's other side, sliding your soft hand into his calloused one. You bring a hand up to your mouth to conceal your smile, not wanting him to notice if he turns around. 
Martin does, pausing at the threshold to wave. The fluorescent lights dance in his baby blues, nearly stopping your heart with their beauty. His hair sticks up like chicken feathers in the front, but somehow it fits him. If you weren't fixated on him, you'd miss the way he murmurs 'see you tomorrow Miss. Sunshine'. Suddenly you can't wait to wake up to the shrill ring of your morning alarm at the crack of dawn. For once, you have something to truly look forward to. 
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xiaosenthusiast · 2 years ago
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9. party decorating
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i walked out of my house, a chilly breeze enveloping my body as soon as i stepped out the door. ‘it’s fine, xiao’s house is like..a five minute walk away.’
while also being rivals and childhood friends both of us also lived in the same neighborhood, it was already bad enough that my dad made him walk me to school. i had to see him every morning and all day throughout school, it was not fun.
his face wasn’t the issue, i could look at his face for centuries and never get bored; his mouth was. anything and everything he said was immediately blocked out by my inner monologue, unfortunately my heart was much too easily swayed as i had a crush on him for 7 whole years! (and still do)
i got to his house much sooner than i wanted to but i already said i was on my way..why couldn’t i just say i was busy?
walking up the stairs and ringing the doorbell i heard a thud and an “ow!” and there appeared xiao, he muttered a quick “sorry..” and moved out of the way to let me in. i took in a deep breath and walked inside, it was..quiet. i hadn’t been here since i was 12, xiao always came to my house; so i was a bit shocked when he asked me to help him decorate.
he had moved to the living room while i slid my shoes off, deciding to wear my socks. ‘i’ll just head back after to get ready, wait when was fei going to pick me up?’ i pulled my phone out of my pocket to check my phone but i heard a “yn!” coming from the living room so i put my phone back in my pocket and walked over to where he was.
“what is it?” i looked at him as he was blowing up some balloons; still pursing his lips, blowing into the balloon he pat the seat next to him on the couch. i sat next to him grabbing a balloon and blowing into it. “here, can you set up the balloons? i’m gonna set up the banner on the wall.”
i simply nodded while tying the ballon and placing it next to me. i looked at his back as he disappeared into the kitchen, “haa, what am i even doing here?” i took a look around and saw some balloons already floating on the ceiling, ‘what’s the point of the floor balloons? if someone steps on them they’ll just pop.’
after a couple more minutes of silence xiao came over and sat down next to me again, he gave me a cup of hot chocolate and i whispered a quick “thank you.” taking small sips, the beverage burned my throat as i felt it going down. taking in the awkward silence i noticed we had never been like this before; we always talked, we had never been so quiet and tense before. we had always bickered or talked about the most random stuff, it hurt a little knowing we had gotten to this point. deciding to say something i opened my mouth.
“he-”
before i could even finish the first word i heard the door slam open.
“YN!!!”
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scribble-dee-doo · 11 months ago
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WAHOO day two! The Doctor needs a little adjustment to daily life but he's having a good time <3 679 words, he/they pronouns for the doctor, and donna having a stressed moment when faced with a space gadget right after waking up! @doctordonnaweek
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“Doctor.”
The Doctor looks up from Rose’s ten-minute explanation of the pros and cons of flanking, craned over his own shoulder, to properly see the extent of the exasperation showing on Donna’s face. It’s extensive. She’s leaning on the doorframe into the kitchen with her arms crossed. Time to step carefully.
“Yyyyyyyyyyes?”
She uncrosses her arms to let something dangle from her forefinger, one eyebrow raised. They leverage themself off the floor a little to squint at it…
“The…toaster?”
Donna pushes off the doorframe so she can come over and gesture the toaster in his face, almost clipping his nose.
“Does this look,” she asks, “like a toaster? Like something that can contain bread? It’s just –” She waggles it again, clawing the air for words. “It’s just! It’s a little squiggle!”
“Oh, it’s very simple –” he says, reaching up to take it and explain that it’s actually his personal design of a clever little breakfast invention called a toasting wand, but she yanks it out of his reach. 
“Simple! I’ll tell you what’s simple! Leaving my bloody toaster alone on the morning that I have to get the house ready for a birthday party!”
Ah, this is not about the wonderful new updated toaster he came up with (it toasts both sides to perfection and adds the toppings in one swipe!), it’s another Doing Things When Things Are Happening. The Doctor’s life has almost always been doing things when things are happening, usually in layers deeper than Earth’s fossil record, but they’re trying to slow down for the sake of this “living life one day at a time” business and to avoid Donna strangling them with their own necktie.
“You know I’ve been tearing my hair out about where to put all of Grandad’s mates with the weather like it is!” Donna starts, and he can tell she’s just winding up. “I was up half the night wondering if I should just bung them all into the TARDIS, or put them in the attic, and you certainly haven’t been helpful with those decorations that almost buried the garden.”
The Doctor pops up to get his feet underneath himself, ruffles Rose’s hair in vengeance for her laughing at his plight, and hops upright.
“I just wanted to get my coffee and have my toast while I’m thinking where we’re gonna find space for everyone to eat so the wheelchairs can still get around, and you know what I find when I get to the kitchen? No toaster! Just this…this…gadget!”
Almost losing an eye to Donna’s gesturing – he should maybe add a few extra safety features, he wasn’t expecting it to be pointed at people – gives him the chance to fold his hands around hers. She’s mutinous, but lets them take the toasting wand. The wand goes in their pocket, their hands on Donna’s shoulders. Oh, she’s all kinds of tense.
“Donna,” he says, taking off his glasses to properly look her in the eye, “I’m sorry I changed the kitchen around when you’re so busy. I’ve already made coffee and everything. Let me make you a cup, ey?”
Under their hands, Donna softens, then slumps, leaning forward until her forehead bumps their chest. He folds her up in a hug, and they both heave a big sigh.
“Cold milk?” he asks.
“Yeah,” she mumbles into his collar. “Sorry.”
“Mm. And maybe I can rig something up for space?”
She chuckles. “What, are you gonna make my sitting room bigger on the inside?”
He leans back, looking down his nose at her cheeky grin.
“Are you doubting my abilities?” he demands.
Donna tucks herself under their arm, bumping hips, all warm life and laughter with her hair not yet done. The kitchen door is a little too narrow, but they manage to squeeze through it together.
“Just so long as you leave us all here, on Earth, and you leave my kitchen alone.”
“What? But you’ve been complaining about not having enough freezer space! I was gonna fix it.”
“Like you fixed the bath? Mom almost drowned.”
“I fixed that too!!”
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irrelevantnostalgia · 10 months ago
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5. Cake Mania: Lights, Camera, Action (2011)
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*Previously on Cake Mania: Main St*
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It’s been a while! Throughout this entire cake mania saga I’ve applied, got accepted into, and started medical school. If I’m gonna be honest, this was not even the biggest contributor as to why the Lights, Camera, Action review took forever (I’ll get into another reason later). But I finally finished, and I’m ready to review! 
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🄿🄻🄾🅃: Pregnancy is the milestone in Jill’s life that is the center of this next Cake Mania game. A game that represents the entirety of her pregnancy would be pretty boring (I would still play it) and at this point they can honestly tack on literally any kind of plot to go along with Jill’s pregnancy. I mean, she’s been to the moon and in Antarctica in Cake Mania 2. She’s time traveled. There are no rules to contain Jill and her journeys. This time, we are going to be dealing with..
A movie being shot in Bakersfield. Directed by...Michele Be. It is going to be a Pride and Prejudice remake with martial arts starring Tiny as Mr Darcy. It will additionally feature: explosions, aliens, a yeti monster, angry dwarves, and ninjas. It’s very lol-so-random-xD, very in-tune with the time that the game was developed and released. Bakersfield is being overrun by all kinds of interesting characters associated with the shooting of the movie. Eventually, it turns out that Michele Be is an evil fraud of a director that treats has cast and crew like dogshit. Risha is the one who saves the day and directs the movie in her own way.
This game is also repeating the set-up that Cake Mania: Main St has, which is welcome by me. Risha has ditched her stepping stone plant nursery and is now running a business that is more in line with her passions--a boutique. Since Tiny is one of the leads of the movie, we aren’t following his sushi restaurant. Now, we get to go through Giorno’s Pizzeria.
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🅆🄷🄰🅃'🅂 🄽🄴🅆
No drink station: The drink station did not make a return this time around. I’m not sure why, I didn’t mind the addition of it and thought it was a nice break when things got crazy. This is just a guess on my part, but there is a new addition to the cake-making process that made its debut, and maybe they got rid of this to make room for that. 
Equipment breaking: Holy SHIT this is so annoying. The first time this happened was when I finally had enough money to upgrade my snail green oven to the slightly faster purple one. Literally the worst feeling on the planet……which is a welcome addition by me. This introduces conflict that breaks the monotony of the game once you become ultra mega gold standard equipment, where the angry and/or Blue Bubble customers become a minor nuisance instead of ruining the whole level. This also does not occur randomly, as it always occurs once you finish a certain level and the opening screen for the next level is Jack admitting to causing it. Speaking of Jack...
Fruit Station: Jill cannot run around like she usually does and now has let Jack take control of operations, which was a risky move, but what business runs without risks? So while Jack is wreaking havoc around the bakery, Jill is sitting in a corner running the fruit decoration station. This game is not going to let you get away with clicking one button to add fruit to the cake, no. Instead, to add fruit to the cake you have click on the cake in a set pattern. 
The equipment: There really isn’t much to say about them, just that I don’t know how I feel about the designs. They feel friendlier and more approachable, but they have less swag than the ones from Cake Mania 3 and Main St. 
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Here is the final set up for everything ^_^
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Risha’s Boutique has a similar “fruit station” where customers can request their clothes to be put in a box with a pretty bow
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Risha’s Boutique and Giorno’s Pizzeria have the same general format of the Burger Barn and Sushi Restaurant from the previous game. But let me tell y’all...I could do just about anything and beat a Cake Mania level with the superstar goal. I could move as slow as that damn green equipment and make a surplus of like $400. These two games? If I do not sit in the right position, move my arm 0.00005 m/s slower than what is ideal, and pause for 0.0007 seconds to look at the screen to figure out where to click next I am not even going to make the bare minimum goal to get to the next level. Every move has to be perfectly choreographed in order to beat the level. At least with Giorno’s Pizzeria the ingredients are splayed out so you can easily click on what you need. In Risha’s Boutique, the clothes the customers want will be the tiniest little “shirt” hidden between the jackets that are puffier than the average New Yorker’s and you will just have to angle your cursor just right to click on it. So you would think that Giorno’s Pizzeria was a breeze, huh? 
Right?
Well, wrong. 
Now...I pride myself on being a good Cake Mania player. I pride myself on being a tenacious one too. I am willing to play a level 60 times in a row to ensure that I do not leave the game without a 100% rate of achieving superstar goals. This time though.....I had to raise my white flag :( 
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Here is Level 18 of Giorno’s Pizzeria. Broke my streak and everything. This shit literally killed a large part of my soul. Had me tweaking and shaking and crying all at once. Once I hit $473 mark I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’m not sure how I pulled this off besides rapidly clicking on the TVs to keep all customers with a maximum number of hearts (thus, maximum number of tips) AND IT STILL WASN’T ENOUGH.
Level 18 is the reason why it took me so long to upload this review. This time last year, I was well on the way to finishing this game until I got to this level. I just couldn’t beat it, I would be like $20-30 off from the superstar goal most times, which is fairly significant in these two businesses, and when I was still $7 off after giving it my all I was seething.  I will not bullshit y’all, the sheer butthurt I felt at not being able to achieve the superstar goal made me take a long, loooooong hiatus from finishing it. And of course, life stuff. However, towards the end of this past semester I picked the game up again, and decided to clear all my progress and restart the entire game. I still didn’t get the superstar goal on day 18 of Giorno’s Pizzeria, but I was able to get it for the rest of the levels. I’m fine with this, I guess (no I’m not). 
But in all honesty, even with me being a dramatic sore loser (just guess my zodiac sign from this) one of the biggest factors I look for in these games is ways to keep it engaging and create some challenges. So I really cannot be that mad that Giorno’s Pizzeria made me work for that Superstar goal. With the cake-baking portion of the game, the monotony is inevitable even if it gets delayed with some new approaches to the recipe of the game. The kooky customers are annoying and do create troubles, but what will a Yeti that pisses everyone off really do when you have gold-standard equipment, high-speed TV, and unlimited distraction cookies? With Risha and Giorno’s games....YOU are the oven and the cake froster.  Each new upgrade you get is just keeping track of more and more possibilities that customers can throw at you. Especially Giorno’s! With Risha, only the most recent clothes collections get featured while old ones are thrown out. By the end of Giorno’s Pizzeria, you will have an entire produce aisle to keep track of, the customers will want every leafy green on their pizza, AND you will have to put that shit on them in order. Your cursor will be forced to move all around the screen. 
Another factor that had me seeing red during Giorno’s is that some of the dishes (like the pizza) would STILL have to bake after you compile all the ingredients 
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I know, strange thing to complain about, but hear me out. In all of these games, you want the customers to get their orders and gtfo as soon as possible so you can fit in the maximum # of customers and thus get the maximum number of funds.  It’s why strategically upgrading equipment is so important in the cake-baking parts of these games. When it comes to Giorno’s Pizzeria, it already feels like an eternity gathering all the ingredients for an order. Longer than clicking a few buttons to make a cake. But then, on top of that for a pizza or lasagna you have to wait additional time for it to bake, and then have to wait on the damn customer to do their stupid emote before leaving!! After all of this, what do you get for an order? $40, maximum
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Anyways, here are the low paying cheapskates themselves.
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🄲🅄🅂🅃🄾🄼🄴🅁🅂
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♥Ballerina♥
Favorite TV Show: ANTM
Omg this is so Lana Black Swan Coquette ^_^  
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♥Lola Fierezza♥
Favorite TV Show: World Cup
She is That Girl. Because she is That Girl, the moment she steps in and reveals her order, every other customer changes their order to match hers. The Regina George effect. There would be whole levels dedicated to her recurring appearance, and it was fun figuring out how long I should delay handing the menu to her. There is an art to it!
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Farmer
Favorite TV Show: ANTM 
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Average Customer over the age of 50
Favorite TV Show: The Orange channel. I couldn’t think of a witty name for it so I’m just referring it by the button color on the TV 
He comes in with a stank attitude, so we’re already off to a great start. It takes maybe a few seconds and then he starts swinging his axe around, which causes customers to leave. Ruining your business in the process. They should have AXED him from this game!
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♥Cameraman♥
Favorite TV Show: ANTM
Before you hand him a menu, he’ll film the customers in line which will increase their hearts. I feel like something like that may produce the opposite effect, but I suppose I am living in a post-TikTok world where the sight of someone filming me without my permission would turn me into the above customer
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Little Kid
Favorite TV Show: Food Network
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That’s so Raven 
Favorite TV Show: Food network
In a world filled with Blue Bubble Demons....the game devs decided to give us a character who is actually going to see the pearly gates. Psychic Sheila will use her crystal ball to automatically reveal the order of subsequent customers. It’s like Medieval-level power-up in Cake Mania 3, except we get an entire character who performs this task. I thank her for her service 
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Me in the Future if I Become a Superhero
Favorite TV Show: World Cup
Meet Super Cat Lady. She turns people into mimes. Kinda lame, would be better if she turned them into cats. Maybe that’s not actually me in the future...
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Mime
Favorite TV Show: Food network
Mimes pair up together in a line.
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Biblically Accurate Naruto
Favorite TV Show: ANTM
Another Blue Bubble repeat customer. Ninja does exactly what he did last time make your job harder attack people with smokebombs and make them freeze in line.
Firefighter and Stuntman
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Favorite TV Shows: ANTM and Food Network
I putting these two together because it is pretty funny. This doesn’t have much consequence for the gameplay or anything, but a stuntman and firefighter being in line together causes the firefighter to hose him lmao. 
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Sad Sack: Chicken Edition 
Favorite TV Show: Orange Channel
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Only the most Noble Knight
Favorite TV Show: ANTM
He’s such a good and noble knight. Such a gentleman. He demands to be served before everyone else so that the other customers can have more time looking at the menu ♥ such admirable behavior
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Yeti
Favorite TV Show: Orange Channel
He is a double whammy. Not only does he piss people off, but his ass has the nerve to freeze people so they are stuck in place. Pick *one*, jackass! 
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Klepto Kelly
Favorite TV Show: ANTM 
You Know, she looks really nice and snazzy. Her outfit must cost a lot *and* she’s ordering expensive cake. I wonder how she makes a living? Oh yeah, she steals from you, that’s how. 
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Tiny: Our Leading Man!
Favorite TV Channel: Orange Channel
Another customer who helps you out instead of making you wanna tear your hair out. He orders multiple times, just like he has been doing in the past games!
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Risha: Our Debut Director!
Favorite TV Channel: World Cup 
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Jack: The dumbfuck
He is typically an endearing Himbo, but in these games......🙄........so you already know that in Risha and Giorno’s games you need to be ON IT! Well, when he walks in, the momentum that I would build up throughout the level would be thrown off because now I would need to use my peripheral vision and WAIT on the proper item to show up in his bubble before I could hand it to him and clear out another space for a proper customer. What’s more infuriating is that in Giorno’s level he would only “order” a single ingredient so I had to expend energy looking out for him only to receive $17 in return. And YES, he appeared in Level 18. Ugh!!!
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♥Jill: La Reina del pastel♥
I hope the Duolingo lessons are paying off. 
Also I never figured out their favorite tv shows. Probably because I didn’t need to haha.
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🄼🅈 🄾🄿🄸🄽🄸🄾🄽: I mean hey, what can I say? I can’t get too mad about them repeating a good recipe a second time in a row. I really enjoyed the Main St formatting, and think repeating it one more time to experiment with different kinds of secondary games is alongside adding more “Jill lore” is not a bad idea. Cake baking game is a classic and they basically maintained the formula that everyone knows and loves. The equipment breaking was a nice touch to create more “conflict.” Even if the secondary games (especially the damn pizzeria) made me cope and seethe, I didn’t hate them. In Main St, the Burger Barn and Sushi Restaurant were easy as shit and I beat them with very little struggle. These games, on the other hand, made me work a little bit more for the superstar goals. I don’t mind the more relaxed environment in some of  Main St’s secondary games, but as I expressed many times before, I appreciate a good challenge that keeps my on my toes (disregard the long stretch of temper tantrum I had about level 18 of the pizzeria). 
I give this game a ⓕⓡⓔⓢⓗ rating on the tomatometer! 
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Now onto the choice screenshots!
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When I saw this shit, I actually keeled over. Jack predicted family vlogging in 2011. 
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*sighs* 
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I love Risha talking about “high couture” and then the collection of clothes we are introduced to look like they are from JC Penny. 
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Look at all of them slayinggggggg. The artstyle here is so pretty I love it. 
I will not lie, there were way more screenshots I could have gotten. I couldn’t though, because for some reason this game only works in full-screen. I tried changing my desktop resolution and everything, and the game still wouldn’t budge and I had to play this game full-screen. Which meant. One screenshot per every time I had the chance to play. Let me tell you, each and every screenshot featured in this review I got was very, very strategic. I never put so much brain power in determining when I want to get a screenshot of the customers in my life. 
After everything, here is my trophy room. 
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Well, at least it doesn’t look like I’m missing a trophy from not being able to achieve superstar goals for all the levels in Giorno’s Pizzeria! 
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doodling-doodle · 1 year ago
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Fluffcember 2023!
Day 3: Baby announcement
Gazalex
ABO
Y'all might know where this is going :)
Cross posted on ao3
Kyle smiled softly when they pulled up on Alejandro and Rudy's ranch, seeing them already outside with the others.
"You alright?" His alpha asked softly, holding his hand.
He smiled, squeezing his hand, "Yeah. This will distract me." He said, "I'm fine."
Alex nodded, smiling as they pulled up to the ranch and parked. Kyle and Iris excitedly got out, and ran up to hug everyone, Alex following shortly after.
"Hey, guys!" Rudy said excitedly as Kyle ran up to him and Alejandro, Iris jumping up on their legs.
"I missed you guys." Kyle said, smiling as Price chuckled, going up to hug him with Graves.
"Soap and Ghost should be here Tomorrow." Price said, "And you three look Tired. I think you should go get some rest."
"Yeah…" Alex said, "just been traveling all day and the Jet Lag is catching up." He said, chuckling.
"Come, I'll show you to your room." Ale said, smiling softly and taking them inside.
It was beautifully decorated. They clearly spent a few days on it. Scented Candles were lit, giving off a slight cinnamon smell, which made Kyle even more sleepy. He heard the fireplace crackling and Ale saying something, but his eyes were half closed, now getting a headache from a peppermint-scented candle.
"You two get some sleep." Ale said, "Rudy's making his famous pancakes in the morning."
Alex chuckled, "Sounds good. Goodnight, Ale." He said, and Ale walked out.
"Hun?" Alex asked softly, looking at Kyle, who was just sitting on the Bed.
"The peppermint just took me out…" He said, trying to lay down.
Alex held him, "Let's get you changed first, okay?" He said, getting Kyle's suitcase and pulling out comfier clothes, helping Kyle get changed before laying him down.
"Let's get some sleep." Alex said, gently holding him as he laid down.
It had been a few days. Kyle had thrown up the next morning, but he decided to ignore it.
He was tired a lot more. He had been getting frequent headaches.
Today was a breaking point.
Alex woke up to Kyle throwing up again, and he sighed softly, getting a light blanket before going to the bathroom with him, seeing him shaking as he laid back on the wall, sobbing.
His heart ached for his Omega, seeing him in pain…
He gently laid the blanket over Kyle, holding onto him gently.
“Deep breaths, Kyle.” Alex whispered, “Just breathe.”
Kyle nodded, closing his eyes while Alex took a towel to wipe his face.
“This is embarrassing…” Kyle whispered.
“No, Kyle. I’m just worried.”
“Can I just… Go back to bed?”
Alex nodded, picking Kyle up and taking him to their bed, laying him down.
"I'm gonna sit out lunch today." Kyle said, "I don't wanna get anyone else sick."
Alex nodded, "You just relax."
"You go with them. I'll be fine, I have Iris."
"You sure?" 
"Of course."
Alex was hesitant. But Kyle really just seemed to want to be alone.
"Call me if you need anything, okay?" Alex said as he got ready to go, and Kyle nodded.
"I'll be back soon."
After Alex left, Kyle sighed. He didn't want to have to do it, but… his heat was officially late.
He went out to the nearest convenience store, and he got a box of pregnancy tests… six tests.
He drove back to the ranch, and the others weren’t home yet. 
Iris was as excited as usual, maybe even more. She was whiney when he closed the door to the bathroom, shaking as he took all of the tests in the box.
He went out to the bedroom, gently petting Iris as he waited for his timer to go off.
When it did, he worked himself up to stand, and he went to the bathroom, picking up one and turning it over…
Positive. 
He took a deep breath, picked up another, and turned that one over.
Positive. 
He teared up, frantically picking up the next one.
Positive.
He sobbed, turning the rest over to look at the rest of them.
Positive.
Positive.
Positive.
He started crying of pure joy, looking at himself in the mirror and down at the tests again…
After he calmed down, he looked down at his stomach, gently rubbing his thumb across his navel. 
He decided to make it special for the others. A special announcement.
“Iris, come on! We’re gonna run to the store!” He said, getting the car keys and running outside.
He quickly got a few things, ran back to the ranch, and wrapped them in a box.
Half an hour later, the others came back, and Alex was rushing inside, probably to check on him.
“Kyle!” Alex said excitedly when he saw him, “You feeling better?”
“A lot.” Kyle replied, “I just… I have an early Christmas gift for you all.”
They all looked a little confused, but sat in the living room while he went to get the box, setting it in front of Alex.
“What do you have planned?” Alex asked, smirking at Kyle.
“Just open it!” Kyle said, smiling brightly.
He chuckled, taking the wrapping paper off and opening the box.
He was confused. It was a stuffed bear.
“There’s more.” Kyle said.
He shrugged, picking the next thing up.
A baby onesie.
That’s when he caught on.
“No.” He said, looking at Kyle, “Baby, don’t lie.”
Kyle smiled, “Look.”
He looked back in the box…
One of the positive tests.
He looked at Kyle in near disbelief, then back at the test.
Kyle smiled, sobbing softly as he gently put his hand on his stomach, and that's when the others caught on.
But Alex had already tackled Kyle on the couch, holding onto him and gently resting a hand on top of Kyle’s on his stomach.
The others had erupted into squeals and screeches, though Price and Graves started sobbing.
“Your pregnant??!” Rudy yelled out, and Alex sat them back up as he nodded.
Alex held onto him, rocking him softly as he did.
They all huddled around him, wanting to hug him tight, but Alex just wanted to hold His Omega. His Precious Omega…
“We’re gonna be fucking parents!!!” Alex yelled, holding him tighter.
“Barely even pregnant, love.” Kyle said, chuckling softly, “Pretty much just six weeks.”
“So?? It’s finally happening, Kyle!”
That was true… After almost a year, it was finally happening.
The rest of the day was spent talking about their child.
But they were just happy that it was going to happen.
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loosesodamarble · 7 months ago
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For the ask game 6, 22, 25 please.
But of course, Anon! Aother set of questions for me to answer and that means more snippets to share!
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6) that i struggled with, but triumphed over
This is gonna sound pathetic of me but one of my writings that I agonized for months over was a request I had from last year. Took me literal months to finish it! (Ugh, reading the note at the top... Half a year... Man, what locked me up back then?!)
BUT I MANAGED TO FINISH IT! Probably not my best work but reading it again, I do like Finral's characterization in it. He and his partner (reader insert in the piece) are cute and playful with each other in the lightest of ways. And just getting to write Finral gush about someone he loves was fun.
You let out a loud yawn as you passed the threshold of your squad’s base. You’d been out on an extended mission, helping watch the border. You didn’t see much point in the job since Diamond Kingdom had become weirdly inactive as of late. Something about taking a major blow during a battle at the Witches’ Forest. The border mission had been uneventful and thus boring. You felt like you’d wasted your time just walking around and twiddling your thumbs. However, you were now home, ready to rest and prepare for more normal missions again. As you approached your room, you noticed a figure, the familiar form of your partner Finral, standing right outside your door. Finral turned and his smile stretched so wide, you would’ve had to have been blind to miss it. “You’re back!” Finral exclaimed and ran up to you. “I heard you were coming back today and I knew I had to welcome you back!” He extended his arms to his sides. “Hug?” You nodded and let yourself into his embrace. It only lasted a few seconds before you felt like the hug had become too cuddly. Sure, you and Finral were dating but you didn’t need to be especially lovey-dovey with him. So you leaned away from him. “Thanks for welcoming me back, Finral,” you said with a gracious nod.
22) that is so blissfully self-indulgent
Hee hee~! Shadows House AU with the Fausts.
“Good morning, Master Nacht!” the boy greeted with a shining smile. “I’m your Living Doll, here to be of service to you!” Nacht watched the Doll for a moment. Then, he replied, “Yes, good morning.” “I’ve already prepared your morning bath, Master!” The Doll gestured to the door connecting to the washroom in the room. “Take your time while I tidy up this space!” Nacht nodded and arose from his bed. He needed to clean himself. He was filthy. And not just him. Everything was dirtied and blackened from the soot. When Nacht returned from the bath, the dirty bed sheets were gone. The Doll was already hard at work dusting the room and gathering the soot that accumulated overnight. Such was his job. “You’re a diligent Doll. Nacht likes that,” Nacht remarked, making his Living Doll pause. The Dolls turned to Nacht with a smile. “As a servant to Shadows House and Master Nacht’s personal Doll, I must work my very best!” he replied before getting back to work. Nacht watched his Doll work. As he ate breakfast, his Doll polished the cabinet and shelf. His Doll dusted off various decorative fixtures around the room while Nacht read. When Nacht sat back for a tea break, the Doll took the bags of accumulated soot to be disposed of. No matter what Nacht did, his Doll kept himself busy.
Nacht and Morgen's dynamic works so well for the Shadows House setting. And letting them live in a setting with less grandiose stakes means that even mundane moments matter.
25) that i consider a favorite
This snippet comes from a fic that depicts Josele's curse breaking. Not the actual events that lead to what undoes the curse but a metaphysical(?) representation of it. If that makes sense... I just love how it alludes to the types of relationships that Josele has with each Bull and the imagery I use in the fic.
Dark… Cold… Fathomless… Empty… That’s the way it had been. Josele’s world had felt like a black ocean where light nor warmth would ever reach her. And she thought she was fine with that. If there was no light in the first place, then it could never be taken away from her. Not again. So Josele resigned herself to the fate of forever sinking deeper into her loneliness. If she drowned (which she was on her way to) and no one came to save her (as if anyone would come for her), then that would’ve been fine. Deeper and deeper she sank. Until… In the corner of her vision, she saw something float up to her. It was a bubble, glowing with a light inside of it. But where did it come from? Josele let the bubble float closer to her. It came so close that it popped right in her face. A burst of light filled her vision. A rush of air filled her lungs. “You don’t have to stick around here, Jo. I’m putting together my own squad, why not join it? Might be fun.” A memory… Of a friend’s kind offer. It lasted only a moment before the heavy darkness took over Josele’s senses again.
It's a shorter piece but I love it very much~!
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chloemarievaughan · 2 years ago
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May 25th- Antwerp to Amsterdam
Can’t believe we are headed to the last destination of our trip! We had a truly wonderful time in three very different Belgian Cities. ate our fair share of Belgian chocolate and fries, and drank our fair share of Belgian beer! The Netherlands are a new country for me, the 22nd country I have visited! Belgium and the Netherlands are both new countries for Mom.
Before we headed off to the Netherlands, we had to get one last walk through Antwerp in the diamond district, doing a bit of window shopping. It was amazing how many diamond stores there are; how do they make any money with so much competion? Block after block of nothing but diamond stores. 
Our train to Amsterdam was again one that we could take any train on the day we booked it which was nice flexibility. We weren’t sure how long we felt like exploring the diamond district so rented a locker at the train station so we could walk unencumbered by our bags. After a short walk we were ready to go so bought espressos and a yummy raspberry coffee cake. our train ride was the slow train (1 h 50 minutes) as it was 20 euros vs the more expense fast trains saving 45 minutes but costing 4 times as much. The fast trains had WiFi though which would have been nice. 
did some planning for Amsterdam… again we are buying a city card to take advantage of the flexibility of transportation. Annoyingly, nearly all the museums in Amsterdam require advanced reservations. I did get a couple things booked ahead that needed reservation… but we are gonna miss out on the Van Gogh museum because it’s fully booked. I’m sure we will be able to keep ourselves fully occupied even without that, but Reservations weeks ahead are not how I like to travel, like to be able to go with the flow!
We also saw our first windmills out the window of the train! Yay the Netherlands :)
Got to the Amsterdam train station and got slightly lost trying to figure out how to leave the train station. Turns out, in Amsterdam you scan your ticket to enter the train and to leave the train (this is also how the tram works) we both really had to pee but the bathroom on the train wouldn’t open and the one in the station had to pay cash… which we don’t have. We powerwalked to our hotel which luckily was only about a 12 minute walk away. The check in guy at the hotel let us check in early which was nice, and our room is very cute. We had a reservation for the Rijksmuseum at 3:15, and were all checked into the hotel about 1:30. 
So we decided to take a leisurely walk past the canals to get to the museum! I love Amsterdam :) it’s beautiful. Much cleaner than Antwerp, a much bigger city than we’ve been to so far, and it’s the perfect wandering city where every block is another picturesque canal and beautiful rows of house and of course, bikes everywhere. We have both almost been hit by multiples bikes because neither mom and I are good at noticing if we are about to walk into a bike lane… no casualties so far 😂 
we wandered into a floating flower market and did some souvenir shopping, then wandered past a place selling pita and French fries (which were at least twice as good as any of the Belgian fries we had… sorry Belgium I am Not gonna be calling them Belgian Fries 😂) we were ravenous at this point and this might have been the best tasting meal we had all trip hahaha.
Made it to the Rijksmuseum, which we had snagged the only available reservation time left for today earlier this morning. It was a very nice art museum with some Rembrandt and Van Goghs, a cool variety of historical Dutch artists, paintings, and decorations, but Mom and I would have done a little better with an audio tour or a live tour. Note for if you come here: there are some guided tours available on the museum app, but we didn’t know at the time.
 We were tired of walking around at this point so sat in the garden behind the Rijksmuseum watching a fountain for a while and then went to grab a tram back to Central Station.  Every time we try to take a bus or a tram anywhere we can see the tram we need pulling into the station when we are too far to make a run and catch it. Luckily this time the next one was only 6 minutes later so we waited and took the tram back to central station, and went to reserve a boat ticket for a canal tour. They didn’t have any tours for an hour and a half so we did some more walking: really got our steps in today! 
We did some wandering past some of Amsterdams more interesting areas. (Walked past many coffee shops, a quick look to check out the Red Light District (much tamer during the day) and then ended up at another church, the oldest church in Amsterdam which is no longer operating as a church, just a museum. The Oudekerk had a guided audio tour that we did for about 25 minutes before the museum closed, got a few good pictures and enjoyed the brief tour.
then it was time for our canal tour! I was very excited for this after no canals in Antwerp to have a tour of, but it wasn’t my favorite boat tour. Instead of a guide, it was a recorded audio tour of facts about the canals, and the boat was a covered glass boat which made it a little hard to see and take good photographs. the boat before ours was open, which would have been better for pictures and taking in the sights but turns out we would have been absolutely freezing so I guess it worked out! 
wandered around some more back to the hotel, and tried to find a cool place for a nightcap but nothing near us but coffee shops ☕️ ended up in the hotel bar where I disgraced myself by ordering the beer Ijwit in the most American possible accent: it is actually pronounced “eye wheat”. My Dutch has not gotten any better this trip 😂
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omniversequirk · 2 years ago
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You’ve just made the worst mistake. /j
So I have, to start, way too many OCs. I have some WAAAAY back when I first got into the Jacksepticeye ego lore. I’ll give you a few for starters.
Ganymede is one of my most recent. She’s a black woman with slightly red colored hair, and sharp golden eyes. She’s apart of this group that Chase, Henrik, Jackie, and Marvin made called Stronghold Z. Stronghold Z’s job is to pretty much beat Iris in taking out Anti, as well as expose them for their crimes against science.
Gavin Ridsworth is next. Fun fact, he’s supposed to be The Professor from AF-CB. He wears an eyepatch due to getting his eye torn out in the incident, while he was escaping. And he’s autistic because I SAID SO DAMN IT. Here’s another fact, he has a mysterious anomaly that he’s never talked to people about. It takes a physical form as a dragon, and it’s what gives Gavin his special powers to do freaky mind stuff.
The next character I’m gonna talk about is Glitter. That’s right, I have a character named Glitter. This character is the “anomaly” I was talking about with Gavin. They take the form of a blue traditional Chinese dragon, but without the stringy whiskers and back legs. They have horns decorated with white flowers, and navy colored feathers stretching from their upper neck to mid back.
Glitter is the one that gives Gavin all of his powers. For example, the Blueshock. This power is what was used on Chase in one of the plot point clips of AF-CB. Gavin gets a variety of other powers from this creature, like True Sight (being able to see through an illusion diguise), and a special unnamed one where if Gavin were to die, Glitter would take over and essentially give him a second life.
Also, Glitter is the one that was interviewing Chase in Iris. Yeaaaahh, Glitter is able to take over Gavin’s body at certain points, and they did it for that in order to help Gavin get more info and seem less like a nervous little baby.
MOVING ON FROM THAT! Next we have Tenbris. He’s this demon that lives inside of Iris. He has long white hair, with a red and black sweater and shorts, and black boots. Tenbris is VERY chaotic and mischievous, which comes from him being a demon and all.
And last, we have Yuna. She also has white hair, but it goes down to her shoulders instead. She wears a blue schoolgirl outfit, and also has bunny ears. In her original design, she was supposed to have lilac colored hair, but that was switched to white. Yuna is incredibly rowdy and tomboyish. She’s always ready to pick a fight with someone.
And that’s it for now. Trust me, this isn’t even the end, I have way more where this came from
HELLO DOES ANYONE WANNA HEAR ME TALK ABOUT MY JCU/IRIS OCS
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shuchu · 2 years ago
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Could I request 9 from the nsfw prompt list for Ike please?
*°:⋆ₓₒ first time with ike 。.。:+*
shuchu’s 100 follower event ♡ 
prompt: “is it good when i touch you here, or maybe here?”
warnings: NSFW content, minors dni ; fem-bodied!reader 
author notes: i decided to write for a fem-bodied reader because for this scenario, that's what i feel the most confident writing for, i hope that’s okay (/_\) thank you anon for participating in the event and i hope that this was to your liking (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡ as usual, feel free to leave some feedback and/or send in requests! decorative divider credit to: @/mykaesu on twt  *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
enjoy lovelies! ♡
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ike’s eyes widen at your request, he had been sitting in his little booth, working away until you walked in announcing that you wanted him to take your virginity. 
“a-are you sure älskling? this is ehm…pretty out of the blue…” he chuckles nervously.
you look into ike’s eyes and say firmly, “yeah i’m sure, i’ve been thinking about this for a while. we’ve been dating for almost 2 years now ike, i trust you and i love you, which is why i wanted you to be my first.” 
ike swallows nervously and takes a deep breath. 
you watch ike’s actions and doubts arise in your head, “baby, if you’re not ready, that’s fine with me too, i can wait.” 
ike looks at you and rolls his chair forward so that he can be right in front of you, he takes both your hands into his and looks at you tenderly. “no my love, it’s not that i’m not ready. it’s your first time and i guess ehm…i just want it to be perfect for you because that’s what you deserve. i’m a little worried about being able to do that for you.”
you smile and shake your head, “ikey, it doesn’t have to be perfect, as long as it’s you, i’m happy.”
ike lifts your hands up to his lips, kissing the back of each hand once. he then smiles and stands up, “shall we, my love?” at that, you stand up as well and the both of you head to the bedroom.
you crawl onto the bed and lay down while ike shuts the door behind him. once the bedroom door is closed, ike joins you on the bed and gently kisses you, taking his time before trailing kisses to your jaw, down to your neck. he pulls away briefly to say, “if at any point you want me to stop, just tell me okay?” 
you nod and he goes back to peppering kisses all over your neck, as he’s giving your neck attention, his hands start moving up and down your sides, making you lean more into his touch
ike gently tugs at the hem of your shirt, asking for permission to take it off, you oblige and pull it over your head, throwing it to the side of the room. ike then continues his ministrations on your neck while his hands reach up to your chest. ike leans back and cups your tits, massaging them gently. you moan softly, feeling a growing pressure in your nether regions. 
“is it good when i touch you here? or maybe here?” one of ike’s hands slowly trail down, finding it’s way into your shorts and in between your legs to your bundle of nerves, slowly rubbing it through the thin fabric.
you moan a little louder and squint your eyes open, “a-ahh! y-yes that feels s-so good! ah! yes! touch me more ike!” 
“would you like to take these off then älskling?” ike tugs at the waistband of your shorts.
you wanted ike to keep touching you so you take them off hastily and fling it off to the side. ike places his hand back where it was before and started rubbing it a little faster. “oh fuck, y-yes baby! f-faster please! ah-!”
ike, getting a little impatient himself, pulls your panties to the side and rubs your bare pussy, all hot and throbbing from the attention it’s receiving. your eyes roll back and you arch your back from the pleasure coursing through your body.
“b-baby, i-i’m gonna- ah! it f-feels so- good!” you’re stuttering over your words, struggling to speak as you were getting close to your climax.
“let it all out my love, i’ve got you.” ike coos and he leans down to leave sloppy kisses all over your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking on it.
that was what tipped you over the edge, you arch your back, moaning ike’s name as your cum coats the tip of ike’s fingers. as you come down from your high, you drop your back down onto the bed and open your eyes slowly, you see ike looking at you as he takes his fingers into his mouth sucking your cum off his fingertips. 
“mmm…you taste good sweetheart. i hope you don’t mind me having more." ike says with a smirk.
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saintobio · 3 years ago
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sincerely not. (10)
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↳ gojou satoru/reader
with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.
genre. heavy angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+
tags/warnings. profanity, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of infertility, violence, blood, infidelity, illness
notes. 10.8k wc and very minimal angst. thank u for beta-ing and for always helping me out @suhkusa && @inarizahki :’) i appreciate u both so much <3 please enjoy this chapter everyone.
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series masterlist -> episode eleven
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The Zen’in estate was better than you expected.
Despite knowing that their clan has a reputation of being one of the most affluent families in Japan, you were still surprised to see the palatial residence that housed their entire family. The exteriors of their grandiose mansion resembled the Versailles—an 18th century French palace with its antique simplicity and exquisite neoclassical architecture. The interiors boasted of ornamental Rococo decorations with a combination of ivory white tones, intricate ceilings, and gilt-bronze moldings. Everywhere you looked was a sight of grandeur as you passed by their grand staircase to their spacious hallways.
The architecture of their chateau reminded you of the same luxury mall in Shibuya that their family owned, as well as their 5-star hotels and art galleries that catered to the elite. Their taste for European-style designs were in great contrast to the dark and modernist preference of the Gojou family. You liked both, but the Zen’ins just had a notable, more inviting atmosphere around them.
It wasn’t just the house, but the people themselves that exuded such warmth to make you feel at home. When you entered their estate, the servants immediately took you straight to the twins’ boudoir, where you explained that you were there because you needed to get their measurements to assist in creating a tailored outfit for them.
Mai, being an open supporter of your taste in fashion, was extremely eager to know that you were creating designs specifically made for her. “I can’t believe it,” she enthused while you measured the width of her shoulders, “Ah! I’m so excited to see how you’re gonna make them!”
You matched her smile with gratitude, guiding her to turn around so you could take the measurements of her bust. “I’m all for designing and conceptualizing, but this wouldn’t be possible if not for my seamstress.”
“Well, you can hire a team at this point. These are really good,” praised Maki who was sitting on the couch, browsing through your iPad to see your new collection. “Your style reminds me of Jacquemus and Chanel combined.”
You briefly looked at the elder twin and beamed approvingly. “Yeah, I do take inspiration from them.”
Mai chimed in with overflowing vivace, “That reminds me. Did you see the recent Jacquemus show, nee-san? I fell in love with the dress Gigi wore.”
“I did. Simon’s craft is amazing, I could never reach that level of talent and skill,” you replied in the middle of jotting down all the numbers you could get from Mai. You had to admit that being able to talk about these topics with younger girls who shared the same interest brought you some sense of felicity. It wasn’t really something that you had with Gen since she was all about the business, and Satoru didn’t exactly talk about these kinds of things with you. Everyone around you was more interested in the realms of money, stock, and the ever-growing market. Only now with the Zen’ins were you able to experience a fun and exciting exchange about something that you were passionate about.
“Mai, look at this.” Not long after, Maki adjusted her large-framed glasses and walked over to her younger twin showing one of your designs. It was a cutout evening ensemble, with a window to the ribs and a double slit that ended just a few inches shy from the pelvis. You remembered designing the dress after seeing the recent Proenza Schouler collection which inspired you to create the added asymmetric paneling and modest peek-a-boo placements.
Mai’s eyes immediately widened as soon as they landed on the iPad’s screen. “Gosh, that’s stunning! Is that the dress you’re gonna make for us, nee-chan?”
You chuckled and scrunched your nose apologetically. “That’s too mature and revealing,” you explained, sitting at the armrest with a tape measure on hand. “I actually designed that for myself. I’m not sure where I’m gonna wear it, though.”
Along with the gleam of intrigue that lingered in her eyes, she also teasingly raised her eyebrows up and down. “I bet your husband’s gonna go crazy if he sees you in this. It would totally look sexy on you.”
“Agreed,” Maki claimed with a grin resting on her lips, “one of the very few things that would make Satoru Gojou fall on his knees.”
Receiving compliments from the twins was not what you came here for, but it was difficult to just dismiss their friendly nature. How could you not adore them? You loved their positive presence, their enthusiasm, and quite simply, their appreciative words. Not to mention, they were nothing but respectful and genial towards you. Although you had to suffer from the arctic atmosphere with your husband back at the penthouse, talking to these two was the best temporary escape you could ever have. “I doubt it’ll make him fall for me.”
“Isn’t he already head over heels in love with you, Y/N-san?” Maki reckoned, crossing her legs as she sat more comfortably on the couch.
Mai, on the other hand, was heading towards the mirror to adjust the ribbon around her waist. “True, he even got her those Diana shoes. If my husband did that for me, I’d be the happiest wife in the world.”
Unfortunately, being the ‘happiest wife’ was far-fetched in your romance book and would never even reach the pages. You wondered how these two would react had they discovered that those shoes were not for you, but for another woman. A mistress by law. What would Maki and Mai’s opinion be on the topic of extramarital affairs?
You had to remind yourself that they were too young and that these problems were better discussed with adults. The twins should be spared of the details concerning your pathetic marital life, not only because it was distasteful to talk about such topics with teenagers, but also it was not a very good image for you and your thin string of pride. You wished not to ruin their image of a perfect spouse just because yours didn’t turn out the way you imagined. What you could share to them, rather, was your personal take about the relationship shared between married couples.
“Girls, love can’t be measured by material things,” you tried to make a point while they listened intently, “the shoes are gorgeous but it’s nice to value the thought more than the physical gifts. I promise nothing’s more gratifying than receiving genuine love, trust, and care from your partner.”
Because you had none of those.
The twins didn’t say anything much but from the looks on their faces, they seemed to agree. They were still at an age where dating was only meant to be at surface level and not something as committed as marriage. It was a practice of trial and error一they could still change partners by simply breaking up and forming new relationships. That was not exactly the case for you anymore. When they grow up and life hits them with reality, they would certainly look back and understand what you mean.
“You’re such a devoted and loving wife.” Maki gazed at you with admiration. “I hope he’s treating you well.”
You suppressed a sigh and smiled instead. “I’m curious though,” you began, “what do you guys think of arranged marriages? It’s pretty common for affluent families.”
None of them were aware that you and Gojou only got married to keep the family ties, so it wouldn’t harm to hear their opinion by playing it off theoretically. Funny enough, it didn’t even take another second before Mai gave an answer, “Onee-chan said she wouldn’t do it, but I don’t mind. Whether it’s arranged or not, it doesn’t matter because we’ll end up loving each other, anyway. Imagine living with the same person every day—you would fall in love for sure!”
Maki already had a counterargument prepared. “But that love feels forced. That kind of marriage is not exactly something that the husband and wife willingly got themselves into, this is why arranged marriages are always bound to fail.”
Ouch. You knew that the girl was spitting facts, but you also couldn’t deny the gnawing pain that creeped inside your heart because since the beginning, your marriage was indeed a failure. It was your selfish desire to turn a wedding done out of convenience into a fairytale.
With Gojou, nothing was a fantasy unless you were Sera. Their relationship was the true-to-life damsel in distress and you were the privileged villain who didn’t deserve a taste of a happy ending. Simply put, you were a side character and Sera was the protagonist.
“Sorry, we’re a ‘lil bit late.”
As you turned around to the voice that cut you out of your trance, you saw Toji’s towering figure leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek and you could smell his masculine cedarwood fragrance from the beige sweater that he was wearing. It was hard to believe that the man could look good in both casual and formal wear, something that not a lot of guys his age could pull off.
“Hey,” you said, offering him a smile. “Where’s Megumi?”
Just as you asked, his teenage son came into view by making his entrance inside the room looking shy and a little bit aloof as he glanced at his cousins, who both cooed at him for waking up late. You chuckled at how they teased the youngest in the household while he tried to hide his embarrassment by acting calm and composed. Although his movements seemed stiff and restricted, he acknowledged you straight away and gave you a respectful bow before greeting you. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Gojou.”
How polite and extremely handsome, too. With the same physique and a nearly identical chiseled face, the son surely took after his father. His hair might be all over the place, but his eyes, his gaze, and his facial structures made him a carbon copy of Toji.
“Nice to meet you, Megumi.” You gently grabbed his hand and caught him by surprise, but you showed your tape measure to clarify why you did so. “I just need your measurements, okay?”
After nodding, the boy shot an amused look towards his father, who sat on the table just a few inches beside you. “Be careful around my dad. Women think he’s attractive but he spouts the dumbest things,” Megumi warned, which caused Toji to widen his eyes and the twins to burst into laughter.
Because Toji had him young, his bond with Megumi was similar to that of an older brother who casually and comfortably joked around with each other. You have yet to hear about the story of his mom and how his father had him when he was only twenty-years of age, but out of respect, you preferred not stick your nose into family matters that they may not willingly talk about outside of their clan. On the bright side, you decided to play along while you measured the length of the boy’s torso. “Interesting,” you quipped, “your dad can be pretty playful, huh?”
“When have I ever played you?” Toji defended, playing with a tennis ball in his hand,a mischievous smirk plastered on his lips. You could only give him a good-humored eye-roll as you encircled the tape around his son’s waist.
As it turned out, when you looked at his face, Megumi was cringing at his father. “You’re embarrassing, dad.”
“So embarrassing,” Maki supported her cousin’s comment with a visibly smug expression, “were you trying to flirt with nee-san?”
Toji didn’t deny nor did he agree—only kept a small smile that restrained his desire to show more. “Stay professional, kids. Where are your manners?”
“You’re the one who started it!” Mai retorted, chuckling.
You opened your mouth to speak, but the words could not leave your mouth when another presence joined the rest of you in the room. The black tips of his blond hair, the sharp piercing eyes, the permanent smirk一it was Naoya Zen’in in the flesh.
“Is it time for my grand entrance?” he asked, taking graceful steps inside the boudoir with narrowed eyes glinting with intrigue. The more he stared at you, the more you were self-conscious because you have heard a lot about how frivolous this man could be. He was not only a notorious casanova, but he was also a very hubristic individual who possessed qualities that you didn’t particularly like. “Look who Toji-kun brought in. You’re into married women now?”
Maki groaned. “Ugh, the annoying prick is here.” She propped her elbow above the armrest and glared at the guy. “Get out.”
“Yeah! Way to ruin our day,” Mai hissed, and you didn’t know whether you should laugh or feel bad for Naoya, who was stunned at the sudden wave of antagonism from his own relatives. Toji and Megumi were already sniggering at him, but neither father and son defended him.
“I... Shut up!” Naoya whined at the twins, burying his hands inside his pockets. He was wearing a plain black tee tucked under his grey pants, a look that heavily reminded you of your husband. How was Satoru right now? You had left him cold-heartedly back in your shared home, though you were certain that your absence wasn’t all that new to him. Still, you guessed that it was normal for you to think of your own husband despite your decision to completely detach yourself from him. “So, Y/N-chan. How’s Satoru-kun doing?”
Toji made an effort to sit closer to you so he could place a protective hand on your shoulder. You weren’t sure what his intention was on doing that, but you continued taking the length of Megumi’s arm while you entertained the only blond Zen’in in the family. “He’s doing fine,” you mumbled an answer, writing down on a paper. “I’ll send him your regards.”
Naoya hummed, staring between you and Toji with mirth in his eyes. “I heard marriages are supposed to be rocky in the first year,” he suggested with an impish smile. “No matter how tough it gets, I hope he’s not gonna do something stupid, you know… like having an affair with a prettier girl. It’s a pity ‘cause no one else has a better status to compete with you.”
In silence, you let him blabber about Satoru while you thanked Megumi for allowing you measure him. You could tell that Naoya knew something about your husband’s infidelity, but you would never confirm it for Satoru’s sake because it would paint a bad picture of you as his wife. It was your choice to remain taciturn about the ugly truth behind your marriage in order to save face. Unfortunately, Naoya was too adamant on keeping a conversation with you by sitting on the table. How awkward was this situation? You gave him a smile nevertheless. “Don’t worry. Satoru’s a good man.”
“A good man but not a good husband,” Naoya assessed your words, quickly chuckling and waving his hand defensively as you looked up at him. “Oh, I didn’t mean to imply that he’s一”
“Okay, enough of that nonsense.” Toji took the initiative to hold you on both shoulders, urging you to pick up your things so that he could get you out of this situation. You didn’t really find it insulting. Naoya simply loved getting under people’s skin, which was why his words were entertaining albeit derisory to some extent. But even in your calm and understanding nature, Toji didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. “Join us for lunch before you leave.”
“No, that’s okay. Thank you, though,” you shyly told him, but received a series of incessant requests for you to stay by everyone else.
Mai even got up and quickly looped an arm around yours. “Come dine with us, please? We’re having grilled lobsters today!”
A moue suddenly appeared on Megumi’s face. “Who the hell requested lobsters?!”
“I did, got a problem?” Maki challenged, only to receive Megumi’s cute, sulking face in response. Because he was the baby among his cousins, it was normal for him not to complain further and you actually found his reaction adorable.
“Aww,” you didn’t mean to coo out loud, but couldn’t help it as you smiled at the boy. You wondered if Toji acted the same way when he was a teenager like his son.  “Are you not into seafood, Megumi?”
A huff flew out of his pouty lips. “It’s alright.”
“Aaah—! Toji-kun, you’re harsh! I was just trying to talk to her!”
Behind the rest of you was Toji and Naoya, with the former putting the latter on a tight headlock. “You’re a menace,” was Toji’s remark for the blond before he rubbed his knuckles against his head. None of them found the scene shocking, so you assumed that it was a normal occurrence for Naoya to be scolded by Toji this way. It was actually such an amusing sight to see that even if some of them disliked each other, they all still bonded like a real family. They joked around, they laughed together, they argued, but they shared a picture perfect familial relationship which was something that made you feel at home.
One thing for sure, this definitely wouldn’t be your last visit.
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Satoru hadn’t been able to stop looking at his phone for the past few minutes, habitually checking to see if he had received any new messages from you because he had no idea where you went. The lack of updates from his own wife prompted him to stalk your Instagram account, where he scrolled through your feed and clicked on the latest photo of you in Bora Bora. The trip brought you nothing but painful memories so he was surprised that you still haven’t deleted it from your account. As your rightful husband, he browsed through the comments left on your bikini photo out of curiosity and saw a particular one that instantly made him grit his teeth.
“Off to paradise, huh?” he murmured the words with a scoff. Why the fuck was Toji Zen’in hitting on a married woman? What a piece of scum. Gojou felt irritated more than ever but he immediately buried his scowl when Gen came back to the living room.
Your sister, inside and outside of the office, always carried such an intimidating aura around her. Satoru had grown accustomed to it since he was a kid because he remembered being yelled at by Gen whenever he got you two in trouble. When you scraped your knee that one summer when Gojou asked you to climb the tree with him, memories of Gen angrily screaming at his face were still vivid in his head like it was yesterday. He admired her for being such a protective sister, but at the same time, he was digging his own grave for impulsively deciding to visit your mansion thinking that you would be here.
“She’s not here,” as confirmed by his sister-in-law, she sat on the couch adjacent to him. “Dad called me saying he’s gone horseback riding alone, too. Maybe she’s with her friends?”
Satoru hasn’t even met any of your friends to have an idea. He was already feeling unsettled as is, but more so did he feel small under Gen’s scrutinizing stare even if she played it off with a smile. “I just tried my luck. I miss her.”
The woman leaned back and took a sip from her tea. “You know,” she placed the teacup on the ceramic plate, “I thought it was weird that Y/N would stay for a whole week with us even if she claims that she just wanted to spend time. You two fought, didn’t you?”
Could he even deny it? Gen’s gaze was already suggesting him with a warning that said ‘don’t lie’ or else it would make things worse. It was futile to try and hide. So with that, he admitted to the truth. “We had, uh, a small argument.”
“Whatever it is, it must be bad if she’s avoiding you. She’s usually very patient with people,” your sister noted and Satoru had to hold his breath for a good minute.
There was no point in sugar coating things, but with Gen around, he needed all the sugar that he could get in order not to see her wrath. “I’m fixing it. How do I win her back? You know her best.”
Frankly, he was hurt when he saw how you simply walked past the bouquet of roses that he got you and he was certain as hell that you would let them wither away, too. You had paid no attention to it nor did you even spend a single minute to appreciate it. But how stupid was he to think that a flower could fix everything? It might work on Sera, but it didn’t seem to work for you.
When you told him that he had to make it up to you for the rest of his life, God knows how surprised he was to see this other side of you. Detached, indifferent, stern—he realized just how terrible he was that he had turned his loving and gentle wife into that. Who was she? It broke his heart. Wrecked him, shattered him. He was in desperate need of some good advice, or else he could actually lose you.
Thankfully, Gen was willing to help by enlightening his mind. “Be consistently sweet to her. Show her how much you appreciate her. Care for her. You should know your wife better than anyone else, Satoru. You’ve been together since you were kids.”
Yeah, but that was before his life took a turn. “I’ll keep trying. Did she… Did she say anything about me when she was here?”
Gojou expected that you would confide in your sister by spilling the truth about all the shit that he has done to you, so he was immensely surprised to hear another answer from her. “She just keeps saying how you probably couldn’t sleep well at night while she’s gone.”
Fuck. Satoru’s heart dropped. Despite the amount of pain that he had mercilessly inflicted on you, you still thought about how things felt like in his shoes. He knew for a goddamn fact that he should learn from you about understanding other people’s perspectives but he just didn’t have your selfless personality. It was difficult enough to absorb others’ pain when you were struggling yourself, so how come you were so good at handling it? My wife. Only my wife can do that. He couldn’t ever lose you.
Gen watched how her brother-in-law let out a deep exhale, propping his elbows on his knees as he pondered intensely. Seeing him in such a state allowed her to open up about you. “Satoru, you’re aware that Y/N is very close to our mom, right?” She immediately received a nod from him. “Well, when she died, her death devastated Y/N the most. It was traumatic for her because she had to watch her die while she was holding her hand, and that kinda stuck with her. It put her in a depressive state for a long period. It was a domino effect after that—she lost track and couldn’t know how to proceed with life because she placed so much emotional dependency on our mom, even to the point where she shut herself off from the world. She usually does that when she feels helpless, so the last thing you should do is make her feel lonely.”
It was the first time he had heard about your own trauma, and he deemed himself a horrible husband for never asking how hard things had been for you. Throughout your marriage, you were always patient at comforting him whenever his most painful memories visited him in the dead of night. You were always there to prevent his father from inflicting physical and psychological damage on him. You were there, waking him up with an angelic smile on your face, treating him with kindness every single day despite the hell that he had put you through. People say we do things that we regret later on and the topmost on his list was making you suffer more than you deserved.
He misjudged you just because you grew apart and changed, mistreated you just because he was blinded by unreasonable rage. The marriage may be for business purposes, but at one point in his life, you were his best friend. You were his first crush, his first kiss, his first image of happiness. Why did he let himself lose his sight of you along the way?
“I fucked up really bad,” he sighed, burying his face in his hands forlornly. There was an unfamiliar pang in his chest that reminded him of the same pain whenever he thought of his mom.
Gen could see his restlessness and wanted to lighten up the situation. “You two are married. It’s normal to have arguments here and there.” And while she did say that with a comforting tone, she also gave him a playful warning. “Just make sure you don’t put her back in a depressive state because if you do…” she paused, smiling, “...I’ll ruin you.”
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Once a month, it was obligatory for you and your husband to visit their mansion and have dinner with his family. You were aware that they wanted it solely to check on whether the relationship between you and Satoru was still intact or if they had anything to worry about. It had been six months, nearly seven, since you’ve married him and it was normal for them to be concerned if things weren’t going right. But aside from that, they must have been curious as to why you two were still childless up until now when they were told that you have been continuously trying for a baby. Well, they were not informed that the whole baby topic was what essentially caused the heartbreak in your severed marriage. They were not informed that he had a mistress that he loved enough to cast his wife aside. They were not informed that your heart was at its most fragile state and that the accumulation of stress from being with him could lead you to your deathbed. There was no one to blame but the universe for allowing your fate to turn out this way.
Did you really see yourself being a part of their family after everything that you have gone through? If the agony had been unbearable six months into your marriage, how much more for another year or two?
His family must have noticed how reserved and silent you were throughout dinner, never once looking at your husband’s face as your father-in-law incessantly talked about business and politics. At some point, you noticed how his stepmom was glancing at you and Satoru as if to think ‘they’re definitely fighting’ and that was when you snapped out of being outwardly lukewarm. Once again, you had to put on a front of being the stress-free wife that they expected you to be.
“My dear,” Nana softly spoke, wiping her lips with a napkin right across from you. “Do you not like the food?”
You quickly fixed your emotions. “Of course, I do. I love it, Nana.” Italian dishes, specifically requested because they knew you liked them. “Sorry, I just wasn’t feeling well before I came here, so…”
“Must be morning sickness?” Satoru’s stepmom suggested with a knowing smile. Pregnancy talk, again.
You expected Satoru to react against his step-mom with his usual antagonism but it seemed that being hostile to her or Yuuta wasn’t his priority tonight. In fact, when you looked at his face for the first time since dinner began, he had a strange, puppyish look on display as though he was guilty of something really grave. Technically, he has some liability for the things he did but you wouldn’t expose that.
So for the sake of pretending, an awkward chuckle escaped from your lips. “I don’t think I’m pregnant yet.”
Satoru’s father lowered his fork and took a sip from his wine. “I had a conception dream, you know,” he revealed with enthusiasm. “That could be a sign that a grandchild is coming along soon.”
Instead of playing along, your husband’s face turned pallid. The sudden lack of color made you confused because he looked like he was panicking internally. For what reason? That the conception dream could mean that you were pregnant? You hadn’t stopped taking your birth control even if you were no longer intimate in bed so he had nothing to worry about.
“Stop pressuring us to have a child,” Satoru mumbled a reply, eyes glued on his plate and you were tempted to squeeze his hand but stopped yourself this time. Boundaries. You knew your boundaries.
There was a look of restraint in your dad-in-law’s eyes as he gazed at his son at the far end of the table. “There’s no reason for you not to have a child unless you’re infertile,” his strict voice silenced the whole table一with Nana pressing her lips together, with Yuuta worriedly glancing at his older brother, and with your stepmother-in-law suppressing a smirk behind her glass of wine. Seeing the intense atmosphere in the Gojou household allowed you to compare them with the lively ambience with the Zen’in family. The stark difference was notable, and you felt bad that you enjoyed the latter’s company more than the ones you called your family.
As much as you wanted to stay detached, you wanted to prevent your father-in-law from finding another reason to chastise your husband. “Don’t worry, dad. We’ll keep trying,” you reassured, intertwining your hand with Satoru’s. “He’s just been really busy with work.”
“Satoru, take a week off,” his father immediately ordered, nodding his head over at his son in a strict manner. You could feel Satoru’s grip tightening his hold around your hand despite the tension between you two. “Spend more time with your wife.”
God, spending more time with him was the last thing you needed right now. With your silent defiance, you met your husband’s cerulean eyes for a brief moment before you looked away. He must have assumed that you had finally warmed up to him, when that was far from the case. Ever since you learned how to put a wall between you and him, your chest pains hadn’t returned and you certainly wouldn’t let any form of stress put you at risk again.
Fortunately, the mansion was spared from any family conflicts after dinner even though Satoru had to sit down and talk about business ventures with his father who also kept bragging about how Yuuta was going to make him proud. Even from a distance, you could hear his dad’s endless chattering that were all targeted to put pressure on Satoru as the next in line as the CEO of the Gojou Group, threatening him that his chances of becoming one would be slimming down if he didn’t show enough competence. You thought it was cruel for a parent to subject his own child with that much negativity instead of paying attention to the positive contributions that he had made for the company. You and Satoru may not be on good terms right now, but you had always believed from an early age that he was meant to lead a business empire. He was raised with the prestige of being the sole heir of a conglomerate whose goal was to take over not only Japan but the whole world. Satoru had big ambitions as a young boy and you were the little girl that encouraged him through it.
It was sad to see how much has changed in the absence of both your mothers and how everything fell apart to the point of no redemption. Because things were no longer the same, you just had to accept that your marriage would find its tragic end one day.
For now, your spouse seemed to be showing more interest in you than he usually did. You noticed how his eyes would often trail on you wherever you went as if he didn’t want to lose sight of you. If you were the same person in the first few months of your marriage, this would have made you ecstatic. Any attention from Satoru that was not hostile would have given you joy. But unbeknownst to him, it didn’t feel that way anymore. All that was left was a sting in your heart that you wished to stay away from.
“Nana, are you tired?” You turned your attention back to his grandmother who clutched your arm for support. “Will you miss me if I don’t visit for another month?”
Her eyes didn’t radiate the same spark as you and her caregiver ushered her up the stairs. “Of course. I wish you and Satoru visited more and more these days,” she sighed, patting your forearm affectionately. “Ah, but how can I demand time from a newlywed couple? You should be spending every minute together.”
You let out a silent chuckle by the time you reached her room. “Wouldn’t that be suffocating?”
“It isn’t if you’re in love with each other.” The frail old woman was tucked in her bed with the assistance of her caregiver while you sat at the corner holding her wrinkly hand. You didn’t know what life Nana had for the past eighty-seven years, but you were curious if things had always been a fairytale with her late husband. It seemed that she loved him so much that she still kept a framed painting of Satoru’s grandfather in her room, lovingly gazing at the man with yearning. “My husband. He’d been a dedicated husband to me until his last breath.”
The thought swarmed you with envy, but in a positive way. “It must be nice to have that kind of love,” you dreamily said the words before realizing it.
It was too late to take it back because Nana looked at you with a puzzled face. “Is my Satoru not faithful to you?” she worriedly inquired.
You had the option to confirm the truth, yet you still covered up for him. “He is,” you swallowed a lie, “and there’s nothing to worry about, Nana. I was just saying how it would be nice if Satoru and I could stay dedicated to each other even as we grow older.” Lies. You hated lying, but you had to play pretend because you couldn’t let her know that her grandson loved another woman. It looked like Nana had no idea who Sera was or if she was even introduced to her but the fact that she hadn’t mentioned her even indirectly could only mean that Sera had never been acknowledged as her grandson’s lover. Not one of your husband’s family would have welcomed her either way.
Should you be happy? No, you weren’t raised to smile at other people’s misfortune. Sera would have been the perfect daughter-in-law had they all given her a chance outside of her social status.
Avoiding Satoru was inevitable because you had to sit inside his McLaren when he drove back home, passing the busy streets of Tokyo that was as bustling even at ten in the evening. You tried to look at the window just so you didn’t have to look at him, but conversations were just as inescapable as being inside his million-dollar car. You already knew that he would try and attempt to start a conversation when he started clearing his throat, going as far as reaching for your hand to hold it as he drove.
Was he going to ask where you have been all day? Was he going to question why you were obsessed with ignoring him?
None of those questions came out of his mouth. What he asked was something that took you by surprise. “Do you wanna have a bowling date with me tomorrow?” he offered, nervousness evident in his tone. “I have meetings in the morning but I can get Miwa to reserve this place for us after.”
A date? When you said that he could make it up to you for the rest of his life, was he actually doing it now? You weren’t sure of how to feel. “Why bowling?” you asked, turning your face away while he brushed his thumb along the back of your hand.
You could feel him smiling as he spoke. “I just feel like you’d have fun with it. Remember when our parents used to take us with them to bowling alleys when we were young? There was a bowling section for kids and we always teamed up. You didn’t even wanna switch partners because you wanted to be with me.”
“Right.” That memory was hardly vivid in your brain’s archive but you knew that he would be disappointed if you voiced it out. It was strange enough that he remembered your childhood all too well when he was the one who initially acted like you were a stranger on your wedding night. Gojou was hard to fathom and you weren’t sure if you would be able to fully connect the puzzle pieces for him.
Disappointed with your indifference, he still didn’t let go of your hand as he held the gearshift. “So, are you free tomorrow?”
How do you even politely tell someone that you don’t want to be around them? How do you protect your heart without hurting him? It was tough to decide on an answer, so you went along. “Yeah, sure.” You saw the smile that quickly tugged at his lips. Was that real or was that a charade? “I’ll just meet you there, I guess.”
He might as well release a sigh of relief because it was obvious that he had been keeping his breath until you gave him an answer. He’s trying, you would give him that, but at the same time, you were finding it hard to trust his intentions especially now that you had to take good care of your heart because only Gojou could elicit intense emotions out of you.
At half past ten in the evening, you were stuck in heavy traffic because there was a festival in the metropolitan city and some roads were closed. No wonder the people have swarmed in every direction like bees who had just come out of their hive. All you wanted was to go home and get some good rest after a long day, though it looked like it would take at least another hour for you to reach the penthouse. It didn’t help that the car was completely silent and you could hear your husband drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he peeked at the traffic lights.
Suddenly, he proposed an idea. “Let’s play a game.” Tugging your hand, you looked at him with a question mark painted on your face. “Every time you see a blue car, I’ll tell you something I like about you.”
Huh? You cocked your head to the side to see if he was serious, but after he placed a kiss atop your hand, you realized that he truly wanted to play the game. Things he liked about me? That alone was surprising and part of you was undeniably curious to hear what he had to say. You figured that it wouldn’t hurt to know一that it wouldn’t cause much harm to listen to the husband that once hated you, say the things he liked about you.
With that in mind, you started the game despite your pretentious insouciance. “Blue Nissan to your right.”
He hummed, keeping his eyes on the road as you instinctively glanced at his lips. “I like how you’re rich but you’re not high maintenance,” he answered, smiling at the thought. “I mean, it looks like you are but you’re not. I live with you so I know.”
How ironic was that? He was the one going around claiming that you were an entitled, spoiled brat who couldn’t live without getting what you wanted. You didn’t even want to ask when he started to change that perception he had towards you. “Peugeot, navy blue. To my right.”
“I like the shape of your nails,” and by answering so, he caressed your index finger and checked your French Tips. “It’s one of the first things I look at in a woman. Yours is by far the nicest.”
You took a deep breath. “By far,” you quoted his answer. So that means that he would still pay attention to other women’s nails. As you turned around to find any other blue cars, you only spotted one after a few minutes. “Ford, sky blue.”
Satoru had been driving for a few minutes and you hadn’t realized that you were near the building because you were surprisingly invested with his little game. “I like waking up next to you,” he mumbled, rendering you speechless with his honesty. “I like our morning routines—how you prepare breakfast, write those post-its, pick my suit. Sometimes we shower together.” Your husband erupted into a soft chuckle at the last sentence. “Or sometimes we stay in bed doing other things. You always wake up before me, but I feel more satisfied when I wake up before you because I can look at your sleeping face.”
This couldn’t be real. He was making it sound like he was enjoying the little things in your marriage, when he had made it crystal clear that he wanted nothing to do with you because you were nothing but a fill-in for Sera. He married you because he had to, not because he wanted to. ‘I never wanted this marriage’ were his exact words back in Bora Bora when he left you alone to sob your heart out. He despised being wedded to you.
So to hear him say all the domestic things that he apparently enjoyed with you opened a new gash in your heart and brought faint tears to your eyes. You couldn’t let him see how it was breaking you inside. You promised yourself that you weren’t going to be swayed by something like this, not now and now ever. Even if he did notice your silence, you averted your head and pretended to look for any other blue cars. “Tesla, in front of us.”
He was already driving up the building’s parking space to the special garage that housed all of your five cars combined. As he maneuvered his McLaren along the upward spiral, he thought of an answer. “I like how you call me baby,” he claimed and he felt a little embarrassed with his chosen response. “Daddy, too but I’ll save that for something else.”
“I thought you hated it.” That being said, he probably had more on the list of things that he hated about you. That was the real Gojou, not this vocally affectionate one.
“I don’t.”
“Okay…”
Silence stayed with you while your husband parked his car in reverse. In less than a minute, he released your hand to grip the steering wheel, pressing his forehead against it in deep thought. What was going on in his head? You didn’t have all night to stay in this parking space so you started unbuckling your seatbelt, but felt his hand halting your next move. “There aren’t any blue cars but,” he paused, leaning in closer, “I like your lips.”
As the distance decreased, your heart rate increased. It was as if you were paralyzed on your seat with your husband in close proximity, face inches away while you couldn’t prevent yourself from staring at the most beautiful pair of blues you’ve seen. His eyes, eyes that spoke a million words before he shut them as he encased your lips with his in a perfect lock.
The kiss was not rough or passionate, it was soft and gentle with his lips moving from sucking your lower lip to your upper. Your skin was burning from the feeling and you had no other option but to submit with equal affection. You could feel his head moving to the side to deepen the kiss and you were greeted with a pounding heart that rang an alarm in your eardrums.
Literally, because you realized what you had done and pushed Satoru away after your smartwatch signaled your unusually rapid heartbeat. Only recently did you purchase the watch in order to monitor your heart rate and forgot that it could also detect an unstable beat in all circumstances. Whether you were making out with a man in the car or you were having a heart attack, the watch’s purpose was to inform you to relax and take a deep breath because your heart was running laps.
“What’s that?” Disappointment laced your husband’s voice as you scrambled to turn it off. “New watch?”
You didn’t explain its function nor did you spend another second staring back into his eyes. This wouldn’t have happened had you not allowed him to kiss you. The wounds from the recent trip were still fresh and you had to remind yourself that getting swayed by Satoru was a dangerous game.
“Please refrain from kissing me without my permission.”
He watched you fully unbuckle your seatbelt with a perplexed look. “But we’re married.”
“Yes,” you said, opening the door so you could step out of his car. “By paper.”
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Flashback — Gojou Mansion
Satoru had not had any sleep since his mother left two weeks ago without his knowledge. If he didn’t come home from school earlier than usual, he never would have had the chance to chase after his mother who refused to even look back at him as the cab left the mansion. It was the first time he ever realized the true meaning of heartbreak. His mother, his number one supporter—she chose to leave him behind as if she had never nurtured him from day one.
Why did she leave? Why didn’t she fight for her husband?
He was disgusted when he saw his father’s mistress sitting on the same couch where his mother used to sit. Just because she had left, it didn’t mean this tramp could act like she owned everything else in the mansion. At the end of the day, she was a gold-digging whore. A homewrecker. What kind of demon possessed his father to have an affair with a woman that didn’t even match his mother’s class?
“Get the fuck off my mom’s seat,” he spat, unwilling to pay the woman any respect. “You don’t belong here.”
She was gritting her teeth when she crossed her legs, raising her chin up high to show her newfound authority. “Your mom’s gone,” she said those words to Satoru like she was forcing the thought in his head. “Your father never loved her. He never even wanted their marriage. He just couldn’t divorce her right away because he pitied her.”
Gojou clenched his fist. “And you think he loves you?” This woman was vile and clearly had poor education. “You’re just a mistress. You’re a leech!”
He expected that she would fight back, but he was flabbergasted when she suddenly buried her face into her hands, and started faking her sobs. What the hell was she doing?!
“Y-You’re so mean!” her cries were clearly fake, but Satoru saw his dad coming down the stairs in deep concern. “I-I just wanted to treat you like my own son, Satoru.”
As confused as he was, he saw his father rubbing his mistress on the shoulder for some comfort before he turned to his son with an unyielding glare. Satoru was frightened from his domineering presence, but he was all the more horrified when his dad suddenly slapped him across the cheek. Not once, but many times.
“How dare you speak to her that way?!” he growled, sending his son to the floor because of the impact that he had received. This was the very first time his father laid a hand on him. This was the first time he received violence from his own parent who defended his mistress over his flesh and blood. “Learn to treat her with respect!”
Blood seeped out of Satoru’s nose as he wiped it with his hand. “Respect?” he asked, humorless laughter filling the room. “You want me to respect a homewrecker?”
“You ungrateful bastard—!” A kick to the rib. And another kick to his right hip. Satoru could not believe that he was receiving all this physical abuse just because his mom left. How could she leave him behind with this demon of a father? He was flooded with tears from the pain in his heart and the pain from the bruises he received. He could not breathe and his visions had become blurred, but he could hear Nana yelling for his dad to stop before she scooped her only grandson in her arms, crying as she saw him all bloody and traumatized.
How could you leave me with him, mom?
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“Miwa, can you take care of the documents that we’ll be distributing to the shareholders next week?” Gojou gave orders to his secretary while she assisted him in removing the suit so he could go for a more casual look. “Hand them over to Mei when you’ve collected all of them. I gotta go. My wife’s waiting for me.”
Secretary Miwa presented him with a confident smile as she hung his coat on the rack. “I got it, sir. Don’t worry. Please enjoy your date.”
“I will.” Hopefully, he didn’t sound too excited even though he was visibly rushing out of his office just to get to his car. It had been awhile since he looked forward to actual dates, and he couldn’t deny how eager he was to finally have the chance to enjoy a fun activity with you. Following Gen’s advice, Satoru figured that spending more time together could allow him to make up for all the unforgivable things he has done to you for the past few months. He knew that the damages couldn’t be fixed overnight so he had to work hard to win you back before it was too late.
Frankly, he didn’t even think that you would agree to the date because you have been consistent at giving him the cold shoulder ever since you two came back from that damned Bora Bora trip. He couldn’t blame you for reacting that way, but things were getting better than how you completely ignored him from that night when you first came back home. If he ever had to see you breaking down like that again, he would most likely never forgive himself anymore. He was actually amazed that you still had the capacity to tolerate your husband’s presence despite the numerous times he had hurt you. Others would have walked away, screamed at his face, slapped him with all their might.
You didn’t, because aside from being level-headed, you probably didn’t think he was worth all the effort. If he put it that way, wouldn’t it be much more painful? Wouldn’t it mean that he wasn’t worthy enough to win an argument with? Sometimes, Satoru could not understand his own logic when it came to you.
It was already a quarter past three when he arrived at the bowling alley, about fifteen minutes late after he took a longer route because most roads were still closed. He wasn’t surprised when he immediately spotted your white Corvette parked outside of the establishment and he got even more animated knowing that you were already waiting for him.
He had a satisfied grin by the time he entered the premises, but lost it all once he stopped in his tracks to see a different woman. Confusion bathed his crystal blue eyes.
“Sera?” She turned around at the mention of her name. Dressed in a pink cardigan and a white fitted pants was his girlfriend. “What are you—?”
She, too, had the same astonished look. “Getou texted me saying you guys wanted to meet me here.”
Getou? What the hell was going on? Where was his wife?
“Oh, hey guys! Just in time!” The owner of that voice was Shoko Ieiri who approached both Gojou and Sera with Getou following her behind. “Y/N’s practicing in the bowling lane. Let’s go.”
Satoru’s breathing had ceased. “Getou, why are you guys here?” he asked, infuriated. “This was supposed to be just—” he had to pause and sigh in frustration because Sera was fast to cling to his arm, “—this isn’t happening.”
Suguru patted his back from the other side. “Y/N invited all of us. Are you disappointed?”
Damn right, he fucking was.
But he felt even more furious when he saw his wife laughing with a man as you two stood at the end of the bowling lane. The man, whose muscular build and scarred lips immediately made Satoru’s blood boil. Was this a fucking joke?
Toji Zen’in gave him a nod of acknowledgement but Gojou only paid attention to you. You barely even looked at your own husband as you glanced at Sera with those rigid eyes. In spite of your cold exterior, you still forced yourself to greet him and his lover.
“Glad you came,” you said, looking away nonchalantly.
“Y/N, what’s the meaning of this?” Satoru confronted you then and there, but you never bothered to give him a proper response. “I thought it was just us two.”
You let out a weary sigh. “You never said that I wasn’t allowed to invite anyone,” you muttered. “I was already with Toji so I thought it’d be nice if he tagged along.”
Gojou was about to respond until Sera cut him off to utter an insult. “You’re wicked,” she said to his wife, scoffing in disgust.
You displayed half a smile. “Says the one clinging to my husband.”
This person. This person wasn’t his wife. Toji probably had something to do with this and Satoru wasn’t very pleased to see the sudden turn of events. Were you doing this for revenge? But inviting Sera would not even do you any good. Moreover, his business rival was looking at you as if he was proud to see that you were sticking up for yourself in front of his mistress. The atmosphere was so suffocating that Satoru had to adjust his collar.
In the first place, why in the goddamn fuck was his wife hanging out with Toji Zen’in? What kind of betrayal was this?
“Y/N,” Satoru warned, feeling an ache creeping into his heart each second.
Ieiri had to cut the tension in between by separating you two. “Okay, why don’t we just have fun while we’re all here?”
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You didn’t think that Satoru would be hurt when you ended up inviting everyone to your supposed date.
The devastation on your husband’s face made you feel terrible inside and you wanted to apologize for disappointing him, but you had to stick to your role and eliminate all of the guilt that was trying to consume you. You had good intentions when you invited these people and it was only because you weren’t ready to fall for Satoru’s trap again. Being alone with him would only complicate your goal to detach yourself, so even if it hurt to see his reaction, you had to prioritize your own heart.
Fortunately, Toji, Getou, and Ieiri immediately understood your actions which was why they were making things comfortable for you throughout this odd situation. Sera, on one hand, didn’t seem to care that much because she was even hugging your husband from the back, smiling at him in an attempt to cheer him up.
The bowling teams were divided into two; you, Toji, and Ieiri versus Gojou, Sera and Getou. The teams alone seemed to have ruined your husband’s mood because you knew that he wanted to be on the same team with you just like you always did back when you were kids.
Well, you were adults now, so he ought to act like one.
“Strike!” Ieiri squealed, meeting Toji halfway for a high five as she hit all ten pins. You couldn’t help but adore how easily they got along despite having little to no interaction prior to this. “Y/N, your turn!”
You could feel Gojou and Sera’s gazes trailing on you as you got up from the couch and headed towards the rack to pick up a bowling ball. “I suck at this,” you admitted to both Toji and Ieiri.
“No one said you didn’t,” Toji joked to which you responded with a playful pout. “Just kidding. You’re doing great.”
Breathe in, breathe out. You forgot how to actually play bowling, but you tried your best to deliver a smooth roll until you ended up hitting seven pins.
“Not bad,” said Shoko, offering you a thumbs up. “We’re still the best team.”
“Pardon?” To your right was a grinning Getou who was preparing his form as if he was a professional bowler who could hit consecutive strikes with his eyes closed. “We are the best team.”
You left Shoko and Suguru alone with their banter as you returned to your seat on the couch to rest for some time because you weren’t particularly skillful in bowling either way. You weren’t meaning to look at them, but you saw Sera who now moved onto Satoru’s lap with her arms around his shoulders and her head resting atop his. They were talking intimately like any normal couple would although it looked like their conversation wasn’t a happy one. You didn’t miss the arm that was locked around her waist and the hand that rested on her belly as they conversed.
The sight made your heart race and you already anticipated the alarm that would go off from your watch until Toji came to join you on the couch, ultimately distracting you from the pain that was nearly going to rip your heart into shreds.
“If someone steals your favorite food, would you get mad at them?” Toji proposed, sitting beside you with his parted legs. You could very much see the outline of his chest from the shirt that he was wearing and you had to look away before he would get the wrong idea.
“I won’t get mad,” you replied, wondering why he asked the question. “Why are you asking?”
The man kept his gaze in front of him and you realized that he was intrigued at how bold Satoru and Sera were for displaying their affair in front of everyone. It wasn’t like there were many people, anyway. Just a few staff who didn’t care much about the elite society. Still, it was clearly Toji’s first time to learn about your husband’s infidelity because you never mentioned it to him before. “That makes sense,” he affirmed, looking away from the adulterous couple so he could stare at you, “You don’t get mad when other people steal from you. You’re just selfless that way.”
Not really, but… “I guess so,” you told him, crossing your legs. “She’s attractive, huh?”
Toji grabbed the can of beer that was on top of the table and sipped from it. “Being a mistress isn’t attractive to me.”
“Touché.”
“Wanna make him jealous?”
His proposal caught you off guard, but you smiled at him nonetheless. “He doesn’t get jealous.”
“You don’t know that. He seems possessive.” Toji scooted closer and you met his verdant eyes with a glint of interest. “We should test that theory, don’t you think?”
You doubted it. Whatever theory Toji had in mind, it wasn’t going to work because Satoru would always forget the whole world around him whenever Sera was a hair’s breadth away. They were inseparable and they proved it all during  the Bora Bora trip. Because the flood of memories started coming back in your head, it was your spite that took over when you agreed to Toji’s deal.
And at once, he was pulling you out of the couch to replace Ieiri from the bowling lane. You already expected that this little theory would fail, though you had to admit that you weren’t prepared when Toji stood behind you, holding your waist as if he was teaching you the best posture to hit a strike. You played along when he winked at you, soon noticing how he glanced in Satoru’s direction with a smirk.
“You know he’s looking, right?” The upward curve of his lips was meant in jest but what made your heart pump twice as fast was when he brushed his thumb on your back, moving an inch closer to whisper in your ear. “You’re good at this game.”
Before you could utter a response, you were startled to see your husband’s veiny hand gripping Toji’s wrist with seething rage. “Don’t fucking touch my wife.”
Hypocrite. What a hypocrite. Even Toji wanted to tell him that, but decided to just smile it off. “I was just guiding her,” he jeered, but didn’t manage to lessen Gojou’s pique.
“Hell! Why are you even here?” Gojou narrowed his stare at the older guy. “Trying to steal somebody else’s wife?”
“Satoru, let him go,” you instructed sternly.
“You think this is funny?” your husband questioned you, derisively. Although he did release Toji’s wrist, his stare on you didn’t leave. He was hurt, you could tell that he was hurting inside. “I get that you’re mad at me, but you didn’t have to take it this far. Why can’t we just spend the whole day together by ourselves like a normal married couple? Why can’t you let me fix my mistakes while I live in regret? I’m trying my best, Y/N.”
Your sympathetic heart felt for him because he was your husband and you were his wife. Despite the loveless marriage, your sacred bond was what made you have this emotional connection with him that no one else in the room would have understood. They could all stay silent listening to you and Satoru fight all day long, but they wouldn’t ever feel the intensity of your emotions because none of them saw pain in your perspective. The pain that you had to suffer as his wife.
How funny was it that you had to endure his actions—his neglect, his insults, and his blatant display of affection towards another woman since at the start of your wedding, but he couldn’t even handle having the same treatment for five minutes?
You’ve woken up to your senses. You could never allow him to destroy you the second time.
“Don’t get carried away,” you said, choosing the words he previously told you and returning it back to him. “You said you never wanted this marriage.”
He clenched his jaws and lost it. “But I want you!”
The intense atmosphere had quickly dissolved when you heard someone sniffing from behind, only to see Sera with tears falling from her lachrymose eyes as she glanced back and forth between you and her lover.
“Sera.”
She didn’t stay for another minute and ran out of the place, wiping her tears as she sobbed from Satoru’s outward display of emotions towards you. You remembered the same scene happening that morning when she had learned about you and your husband sleeping together. Back then, you had felt bad for her for having to witness how his lover was willingly sleeping with someone else despite the conditions of your marriage.
But now, you couldn’t feel any ounce of pity towards the woman who consistently disrespected you to your face.
While Satoru was stuck on his feet deciding whether to chase after Sera or to stay with you, you gave him an answer.
“You should follow her. I think she needs you,” you urged, turning away to focus back into the game. “I don’t wanna be called an attention seeker again.”
You hated that you ruined it for everyone seeing as how Shoko and Suguru were both standing on the side in silence anticipating what their best friend would do.
Don’t they know him well? Because you did. And you knew that his choice wouldn’t be you.
After a heavy sigh, you heard Satoru speak to you one last time. “I’ll talk to you at home.” He disappeared from your sight in a desperate attempt to run after his mistress, who was and always would be his first choice.
Unfortunately, you didn’t prepare your heart for the oncoming surge of pain, because your chest pains came back to subject you into agony and had Ieiri scurrying onto her feet to reach for your GTN spray. After two sprays under your tongue, you were asked to sit back on the couch at the onset of an angina attack. This was exactly why Satoru Gojou was dangerous for you.
And yet, all you could ever think of was one question.
When would you ever come first in your husband’s heart?
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sukunasbabymama · 3 years ago
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Online meetings.
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└ Pairing. Kokonoi Hajime, Akashi Takeomi, Kakucho Hitto, Manjiro Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kanji Mochizuki.
└ Summary. Online meetings with Bonten where they caught you sleeping during the meet because you forgot to turn it off.
└ Warnings. Fem pet names?¿, mention of killing even though this is fluff, yes, high Sanzu and idk what else.
└ Note. I was going to do as I said in the rules, just five characters, but end up doing them all in exchange of taking more time writing. Also, I mixed the concept of the meetings, some with them and some without them.
Request.
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Kokonoi Hajime.
He was entering your home at a decent time, just to find you with your head on top of your folded arms, he smirks.
It’s just when he gets closer that he sees that you’re sleeping and your college meeting is still ongoing, your camera and micro off. Without making too much fuss about it, he kneels in front of you and starts softly taking your shoes off, then he starts taking all the pins off your hair and softly takes you in his arms.
When he tucks you in bed you open your eyes a little.
“Koko?” You murmur, throwing your arms around his neck, he chuckles softly.
“I can’t baby, I have to stay till your meeting is over.” He softly says, and kisses your neck since that's the only place he can reach with how tight your grip around him is. You nod and let him go.
He ended up hearing the meeting for you, and like the smart ass he is, he took notes for you so you could check them when you wake up.
Akashi Takeomi.
You were talking to him on a video call since he was on a business trip but still would call you every night to check on you.
However, you had spent the whole day helping his brother in a lot of gang related things, so you were more than tired by the time you took the call.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, and remember next week we have this meeting with the gang from… Oh,” He stops talking when he looks at the phone and sees you dozing off. “Princess? Hey, hey! Doll!”
You get startled and look around his apartment, because yes, he makes you stay at his apartment when he’s not around. You look at him and smile embarrassed.
“I’m so sorry Takeomi,” You murmur, taking the laptop with you and putting it on the bed while you start to undress to get ready for bed. He watches you with a small smile.
“My brother made you help him today?” You hum and he tsk. “He always does that when I’m not around.”
“Because you don’t let him be around me when you’re here.” You say getting under his blankets, you get comfy, he chuckles.
“Yeah. Have a nice sleep, love, I’ll be there by the time you wake up.” He murmurs.
“To give me kisses?” You whisper, your eyes already closed, he chuckles again.
“To give you the world, baby…”
Kakucho Hitto.
It’s normal for you to attend your online meetings in his office, since you spend almost all your time at the Bonten’s building.
What’s not normal is for you to be this tired, to the point of leaning back on his chair and falling asleep while the conference about what to do for the new season in your company was being held.
“Doll, Kokonoi says that this new product they’re proposing to you it’s not wor— Oh.” He smirks as soon as he sees your sleeping face.
Softly, he takes you in his arms and lays you on the comfy couch he has in the office, he puts a small blanket that was for decoration on top of your body and kisses your cheek.
“I need to be at the meeting.” You mumble half asleep.
“Kokonoi says it is not worth it.” He whispers, tracing your lips and eyebrows with his finger softly.
“Oh, then I’m not gonna take…” You move around, already sleeping again. He chuckles.
He sits on the chair and starts taking notes on the most important points they made through the rest of the meeting.
“We’ll give you our response tomorrow.” He ends the meeting after they were looking for you.
Manjiro Sano “Mikey”.
You were talking to him through the phone when he decided he wanted to see you. After turning on the camera a genuine smile spread through his face immediately. You were under all the blankets already, your face showing signs of being one step away from falling asleep.
“Go to sleep, bubs.” He whispers, and although it looks like he’s relaxed watching you, in reality he’s in a room full of gang members and some rats that he was about to interrogate. You didn’t know that by his genuine smile and he wasn’t about to tell you either.
“No, no… tell me about the guys that work with you, what did Kaku-chan do today?” You mumble, eager to hear him talk, he smirks and in time, Kakucho shows his face on the camera. “Oh, you’re Kaku-chan? Hi!”
“Hello there.” He says and goes on with his business.
“So, we were at this art gallery and some rich man thought that because the guys were wearing suits they couldn’t fight and started to pick fights with them.” Mikey starts to tell you with a smile while watching how in the distance Sanzu was beating the snitch ass. “Apparently they didn’t know he was the best brawler of our time and—,”
Your snoring stops him. He looks at you and chuckles, you are too deep already and he swears he can see you drooling already.
“At least take off the glasses, angel...” He whispers to himself, ending the call and looking at Sanzu who was waiting for his orders. “Kill them.”
Ran Haitani.
Ran loves to show you how indecent he can be, and that he does by entering your apartment at ungodly hours of the night. Of course, you never get paranoid or anything since you know about the men he has in front of your apartment taking care of you at all times, if it’s not Ran getting in, it’s nobody.
“Doll~” Ran chants while taking off his shoes. He is expecting you to jump on his ass for scaring you, but he is met with you in the kitchen, your laptop open with a meeting already over on display, and you with your cheek on the counter, drooling.
“This is new.” He chuckles.
His indecency ends at the moment you’re not in a mood to punch him or to yell at him, so he would never wake you up or something. But, instead of taking you in his arms bridal style, he moves you softly and gets between your legs, putting his hands on the back of your thighs and makes you hug his waist with your legs.
“Baby?” You mumble, waking up.
“Yes pretty, I’ll just take you to bed, yeah?” He whispers in your ear, starting to walk to your bedroom.
“You gonna get in bed with me?” You mumble again, tightening your arms and legs around him. He hums pleasantly.
“Yes my love, like every night.” He tells you and you hum.
Doesn’t matter the amount of time you yell at him, he’s always gonna make sure you have him to hug through the night.
Rindou Haitani.
Nobody understands how he could convince you to get into a relationship with him. You’re not a sweet innocent person or something like that, no, but still you’re not a psycho like him.
But, the way he treats you, his acts of service tell you everything you need to know about his persona with you.
You were at an online meeting in your studio so when he got home he tried to be as quiet as he could. After getting dressed in some spare clothes he left in your apartment he goes to see if you need anything.
“Darling, are you okay there…” He frowns when he sees that the screen says the meeting is over.
When he gets closer he sees you with your head hanging and snoring softly. He smiles.
He goes to the room and throws the unnecessary pillows on the floor, turns on the A/C and brings a cup of water for the night. He then goes and looks for you and turns off the laptop, takes you in his arms and puts you on your bed. That’s when you wake up.
“Want to hug you…” You mumble, he kisses your cheeks a couple of times.
“You’ll do gorgeous, I’m just making sure you’re comfortable for the night.” You nod, eyes closed.
He gets in the bed with you and lets you tangle all your limbs around him. He falls asleep with a smile on his face.
Sanzu Haruchiyo.
He was high as hell when he entered your shared apartment, so at first he couldn’t understand why you were sitting on the floor with your head on top of your folded arms on the small table.
“Puppy?” He whispers as if there were more people around.
He gets closer and sits by your side, that's when he sees that apparently you were at an online meeting earlier and fell asleep. The screen says “This meeting is over” or something.
Sanzu being Sanzu, and a high Sanzu at that, just moves you around till you are resting your head comfortably on his lap. Then, he leans back on the couch to wait till the trip passes so he could take you both to the bedroom.
Spoiler: y’all ended up sleeping on the floor the whole night.
Mochizuki Kanji “Mocchi”.
One thing about this man is that if he can be loud, he’s gonna go all out.
You were talking to him by video call since y’all haven’t seen each other in a couple of days because of your work and his gang. The thing is, the only time he could take a call was at an ungodly hour, and you being tired from work, was falling asleep on the call.
“So, yeah baby, today I couldn’t beat some ass because the Haitani got in the wa— BREAK HIS NOSE GODDAMN IT!” You couldn’t help but to scream startled. Even though it was through a phone, his screaming scared you.
“For the love of God, Kanji!” You shout, hand on your chest, breathing fast.
He looks at you confused and frowning, then he looks surprised.
“Oh, you were asleep I-I’m sorry darling, we are at an underground ring watching some low ranks beat each other.” He explains but you’re still shaken. “Wait a second.���
He walks out of the place and into the parking lot.
“You okay there?” He murmurs. “I’m sorry.”
“I-It’s okay.” You nod, but that’s not enough for him.
“So, my gorgeous baby, let me tell you what I did today…” He says in a low tone, knowing that would put you back to sleep.
He starts repeating the same story he was telling you when you were asleep, but in a lower toner. When he sees you are out again he smiles.
“I’ll make sure to see ya’ tomorrow, love you.”
He ends the call and goes back inside.
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erodasfishtacos · 3 years ago
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I wanna see gang yn tell Harry she’s pregnant- or see little moments between them while she’s pregnant, like finding out they’re having twins. 🥺
okay but I imagine this.
tw: violence, blood, weapons, smut
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There is currently three dead men in their warehouse.
Harry has another one tied to a creaky old wooden chair, interrogating him with a sharp knife on his cheek, “Where the fuck is Richie? I know you killed one of my men.”
The man spits at Harry, leaning away from the blade, “Fuck you. I’m not talkin’.”
YN is watching casually from where she’s sitting on a countertop, a iced coffee in her hand, and she’s just admiring how hot her husband is.
His long hair is pulled up in a bun, his sharp jaw clenched, blood on his white shirt that’s clung a bit to his body with sweat and other fluids.
He’s so lean, muscular with bulging biceps, abs taut under his clothes. Her name tattooed proudly on his neck, little beads of sweat.
Harry slices down his cheek, tearing the skin open, “Tell me right now or I’m goin’ t’kill you. This is your last warning. I am about to show you why they call me Diablo,” Harry seethes, the knife dragging down to his neck.
He refuses to speak, Harry gets impatient and pulls out his weapon of choice - his desert eagle and delivers one resounding shot.
Harry looks unsympathetically at the rival gang members, his own men sitting back and letting the leader work.
The associates began to scuttle around to begin the clean up process.
Her husband tugs off his shirt and then shimmies out of his tight black jeans - tossing them carelessly by the bodies so his men can dispose of them.
Just in his tight briefs, his intricate morale of the depth of hell and the devil decorating his whole chest and stomach.
Then he’s trailing over to his wife, grabbing her jaw and searing their lips together for a long kiss as she runs a hand over his tensed abs.
It’s not the right moment, well it wouldn’t be for a normal couple but they weren’t any normal couple to start off with.
“I want to have a baby,” YN blurts out as her husband’s hands grip onto her thighs to pull her center against his.
Harry doesn’t look surprised often.
His mossy green eyes widen, puffy lips parting, as he searches her relax, open face, “You want me t’put a baby in you?”
She nods, feeling a nervous fluttering, they’d been married for three years - it had been on her mind a lot.
“If you aren’t - I know we’ve been talking about it. But if it’s not some-“ She stutters out as she observes Harry’s stoic face.
He leans forward, cupping her face, and telling her firmly, “I will give you whatever y’want, sweetheart. If y’want me to make y’a mommy - I’ll do it right now.”
By this point the men had dragged the bodies out to a nondescript van and were pouring industrial grade bleach on the tiled floor.
Harry turns around and booms, “Get the fuck out, right now.”
The associates pause, confused, Greg speaks, “But we just start-“
In true Harry form, he grabs his gun next to his wife, and fires at warning shot at their feet, “Fuck off or next time it’s going to be y’leg.”
They run out like there’s fire under their arses.
YN shouldn’t get wetter at that but she does.
He turns around after the leave, wastes no time to in yanking her shirt over her head, bra, and then roughly stripping off her legging, and panties
“Fuckin’ look at you, made you my wife, now m’make y’the mother of my babies,” Harry hisses when YN sneaks her hand in his briefs to tug his thick length out.
“Remember when we first met. You told me you never wanted to even have a girlfriend, let alone a wife. You told me you didn’t want kids,” YN murmurs as she pumps him with a firm grip.
Harry groans into her mouth, “Baby, jus’ like tha’. All that changed when I fell f’you.”
YN swipes her thumb over the tip before tugging the fabric down his narrow hips and guiding him right into where she’s so warm and ready for him.
“You told me love was made up by pathetic stupid people who were too dumb to realize it was a scam,” She reminds him, breath hitching when he stretches her perfectly.
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As they’re waiting for drinks, Harry scoffs at a young couple kiss and cooing at each other on the other side of the way.
It was a really shady bar.
They were there to do business together - Harry and YN - nothing more than that.
“Fuckin’ idiots,” He shakes his head, swigging down his whiskey dry as soon as it’s placed in front of him - he doesn’t even flinch.
“They’re in love,” YN defends with a small smiles as she watches the man make the girl giggle with glee - just happiness.
“So y’a fucking idiot too?” Harry asks meanly, giving her a glance over with a pursed lip, “Guess y’beauty and no fuckin’ brains.”
“You have a real way with women, charmer,” She replies sarcastically, sipping her whiskey sour.
Harry laughs with a tinge of arrogance, “I don’t need charm. Any women and most men in this bar would fuck if they had the chance.”
“Well I’ll be one who won’t,” YN says haughtily.
His jaw clenches subtly, “Don’t be bitter, darling. Love is made up. It doesn’t exists. It’s for weak-minded little sheeps like you.”
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Harry takes a deep inhale, eyes dark as night, teeth bared as he tells her, “Our love isn’t what other average people have. I still believe all of that. My love f’you is s’strong I’d fuckin’ die for you this second.”
YN moans when he fucks in hard enough to make her skid back on the counter - he grips her harder and anchors her back down.
“D’you think any other man would do tha’ f’their wife? I mean truly do that? No. I’ve seen men let their wives die to save themselves,” Harry grits out, tugging her legs around his waist.
She is panting, not able to get a word out between breathes, he’s giving it to her so fucking well. Her nipples brushing against his sweaty chest, making it feel so much better.
Her grips her jaw hard, “Answer me.”
“Baby, I know, I know. I love you, please,” She begs loudly, whining when he wraps his hand around her neck.
“Open,” Harry orders, hand forcing her mouth open before spitting and then chasing it with his tongue into her mouth.
“H, m’coming.” YN warns him, pushing her hips into his until their skin is slapping and making noise in the room.
“Y’get so sweet when I’m fuckin’ you,” Harry praises, tweaking her nipple as she wets his cock even more than before.
He speeds up, sweat beading down his temple, he curses and grunts, “Gonna give y’a baby, give you anythin’.”
And when they finally slow to a halt, catching their breath, he whispers in a syrupy soft voice, “You’re my everything.”
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buckybarnesdiaries · 4 years ago
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white wolf: “the story of a first date”
first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)
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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.
Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.
word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)
warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.
author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.
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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.
“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.
“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.
“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.
“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.
“And shoes, I guess”.
Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”
“About the shoe—”
“About the clothes”.
“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”
“I’m from Brookl—”.
“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.
Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.
Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.
The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.
“Hey, you”.
His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.
“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.
“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.
“Yeah, very funny…”
“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.
“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”
“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.
“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.
“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”
As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.
“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.
“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”
“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.
“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.
“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.
“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.
“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.
“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.
Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.
“What have you thought?”
“Uh?”
“About the date”.
“Sam told me about a rest—”.
“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.
“Sorry, did I…?”
You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.
“Where do you wanna go?”
The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.
“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.
You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.
“Sounds good to me”.
“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.
“Really”.
The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.
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As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.
Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.
“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.
“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.
“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.
“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.
For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.
“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”
“I know”.
Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.
“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.
“Why?”
“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.
“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.
“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.
“I put the milk before cereals”.
“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.
“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.
“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”
“Lettuce kills the savor!”
“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.
“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.
“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.
“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.
“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.
“So was I”.
A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.
You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.
“Why?”
“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.
Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.
“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.
You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.
“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.
“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.
“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.
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You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.
“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.
You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.
“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.
“Next will be better, I promise”.
“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.
“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.
How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.
“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.
His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.
“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.
His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.
Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.
“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.
“See you tomorrow”.
At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.
“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.
You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?
“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.
“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.
“No kiss for me, soldier?”
“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.
“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.
“White wo—”.
“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.
“Hope you show me one day what it means…”
“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.
“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.
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