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kiss4noo · 4 days ago

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𝓓ating 𝓡oulette ! . ˚ ౨ৎ ⊹

꒰ 🎀 ꒱ 𝒩ishimura ℛiki [니키] : 𝒞h 3. – first date! kinda nervy 😍

𝓰enre. smau (social media au), comedy, fluff, angst, romance, best friends to lovers. .˚⊹ 𝓹airing. non-idol,,best friend riki x fem reader. ໒꒱ 𝔀arning(s). profanity, kys/kms jokes, poor attempt at humor. <//3

𝓼ynopsis .ᐟ you have horrendous luck with men… and your best friend knows this. so, when you ask him to set you up with a guy, he immediately agrees– except, he secretly likes you. in attempts to do what you’ve asked of him, he sets you up with his friends, sabotaging every date you go on: until you finally agree to go out with him.

𝓼tatus. ongoing! 𝓊pdates. every 2 to 3 days. (attempting) 𝓼tart. 11.04.24

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꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝓶i 𝓷ote. so liek. i be making my own rules and my schedule is not working for this upload goal... hahaha. ANYWAY, this chap was so awk to write LMAOO. hope u cringe like i did.

if you enjoyed this fic, please like and reblog! it's always appreciated :)

enjoy, my lovely readers. xoxo, mi. ‹𝟹

𝒞h 3. – first date! kinda nervy 😍 . . . masterlist / previous / next !

! DON'T FORGET, WRITTEN PART BELOW THE FIRST 3 SCREENSHOTS !

it wasn’t long before riki had arrived at your apartment to escort you to the location you’d be meeting the mystery guy at– your best friend patiently sat in his car as you stepped out of the building.

opening the passenger side’s door, you settle into the seat with ease, shutting the door once comfortable. buckling your seatbelt and ensuring all of your necessities were in your purse, you glance at him with a cheeky grin.

“hi, keeks.” you greet in a cheerful tone, excited to finally head out to your date.

“hi, bubba.” he answers in his usual rasp, a small smile tugging his lips upward as he pulls out of his temporary parking space.

he knew full well where he was driving, considering the fact that you loved frozen yogurt, practically purchasing it once a week.

“you excited?” he questions with a quick glance in your direction, his eyebrow raised as he returns his focus to the road.

“ ‘course i am!” you admit with a nod and soft squeal, prepared as ever.

the boy simply hummed in response, the light conversation shifting to comfortable silence– at least for you. riki, on the other hand, was currently experiencing a whirlwind of emotions behind his composed exterior.

the drive was only seven minutes, your best friend parking in front of the frozen yogurt place that held your heart.

“alright, angel. have a good time, be safe, and call me if you need me.” he shifts his torso to face your direction, his words stern as he squints his eyes at you.

laughing softly at the boy’s tone, you mutter a simple “i will, ki,” and place a kiss to his cheek before opening the car door to step out.

“bye, ducky.” you mutter, flashing him a smile before heading toward the entrance to meet taesan.

“hi! you must be taesan.” your voice interrupts the male’s bubble of solitude, causing him to glance up– eyes widening at your appearance. you were breathtaking, that’s for sure.

“hey! yeah– yeah, that’s me.” he responds with a shake in his voice, nervous as ever for how this date would play out considering you seemed to be so genuine and sweet. at the moment, he wanted to curse riki for his bribe.

standing from his seat, he reached to offer you a handshake in greeting, your hand delicate against his.

“shall we?” you playfully ask, extending your hand toward the station where the cup sizes were placed.

“of course.” he replies, flashing a sweet smile as he places his hand upon your shoulder, guiding you forward with gentle force.

“so, what’re your hobbies?” you ask once you’d gotten the cups for your yogurt, filling yours with the chocolate and vanilla swirl– taesan settling on strawberry.

“ah… my hobbies? well, it’s weird, but i’m into making mud pies.” the boy responds with a grit of his teeth, the embarrassment of his and riki’s deal finally sinking onto his shoulders.

with a laugh and gentle snort, your reaction wasn’t quite as humiliating as he’d expected. “mud pies, huh? maybe it’s a little outdated, but i did the same as a kid.” you try to extend your understanding, finding his answer amusing but nonetheless, cute?

“at least we can somewhat bond over that, yeah?” he playfully asks, raising a brow as his lips quirk into a side smile.

once you two had completed your cups of yogurt with a choice of toppings, taesan insisted on paying for yours, wanting to be a gentleman in the moments he could. after all, he may have to embarrass himself, but he’d still try to be a decent date.

returning to the empty table, you sat across from him– hoping to ask more questions and get to know him before your date came to an end.

“since we’re at froyo… one of my favorite foods– what’s your favorite food?” you ask with a playful glint in your eye, hoping that his previous, odd answer wouldn’t affect the future ones.

coughing slightly, he aggressively patted his chest, ceasing shortly after. “um.. right, my favorite food.” he begins, his mortification masked by his composed facial expressions. “boiled eggs,” taesan blurts, clearing his throat afterward.

of course, the eggs seemed understandable from your perspective, enjoying boiled eggs on occasion. “ah, i like those too!” you agree with a cheeky grin, tilting your head.

“and… burnt toast.” the boy adds, causing your expression to shift into one of silent confusion– eyes blinking and lips pressed into a thin line, shame building in his chest.

“oh. um, well, we all have our preferences!” you respond sweetly, shoving another spoonful of yogurt into your mouth, disappointment bubbling in your chest.

what made up for the strange answers taesan had to your questions was the frozen yogurt. if the company was… unique, at least you had a comforting cup of your favorite yogurt flavors and toppings.

you’d both finished eating, the air full of awkward tension, to which you suggested heading outside.

“hey, y/n?” taesan questions with hesitation, hands in his pockets as you stood to the side of the entrance.

“yeah?” you ask, peering up at him with your eyes full of curiosity and lingering hope that the date could shift.

“i… you have to know.” he begins, releasing a sigh in mental preparation of his next words. “i’m totally breedable. and– i worship the ground you walk on. believe me.” he inwardly cringes, that stupid script engraved in his mind. all for thirty bucks.

your lips parted, unable to form a response, eyes blinking rapidly. swallowing the lump in your throat, you flash an awkward, half smile. “um, have a good night, taesan. it was… nice to meet you.” you bid the boy farewell, simply earning a “bye, you too, y/n,” from his end.

that has got to be the worst date you’ve ever been on.

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sashi-ya · 1 year ago

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 4: THREESOME Kidd x F! reader x Killer

Requested by: @blondie-baby-girl ➡ Hello! I'm so excited for Kinktober 2023! May I please request n. 4 threesome with Killer, Kid and female s/o? Thank you! tw: mdni. threesome. sleepy sex. fingering. creampie. usage of "sister" or "brother" not in a sexual way, more like protective male friends. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

He cheated on you, and you needed support. what kind of support? Well, your friend’s support… right?

The last train for the night is long gone. A cold night of October, with uncomfortable heels hurting your feet. It wasn’t a good idea to choose such a revealing outfit. So much more alcohol than what you would have thought was filling your veins and your head was spinning around in circles.

You had cried. You had screamed. And you had drunk endless amount of sake, and not even that could compared with the bitter flavour of seeing him with another woman…

“Oi, you are too drunk. Let’s go back to your apartment” Kidd spits, -he is not very far from being as drunk as you-.

“Yes, (Name). Let’s go…” Killer, Kidd’s best friend -and the responsible brother- says. He lifts you up in arms, carrying you like a sack of potatoes over his board shoulders.

With your head hanging and cheek pressing over Killer’s back, and you look at Kidd finish the last bottle of beer of the night.

“Mhj… Kidd! Would you fuck me?” you ask, watching the red haired man get the same shade of crimson on his cheekbones.

“Haaaah?? Shut the fuck up, you are too drunk” he answers back, with disgust that makes your eyes teary.

“See? That’s why he cheated on me! No man likes me! I’m disgusting!” you begin to throw a tantrum -hitting Killers abs with your feet- like a little girl.

Kidd crushes the can on his hand and throws it away. He comes closer to you with probably the scariest look in his eyes yet and pinches your cheeks in between his fingers.

“You little shit… if I could leave you unable to walk for three days straight from how hard I’d fuck you, I’d do it. IS NOT YOUR FAULT THAT BASTARD CHEATED. Now shut up”

You are sure you had just sweated all the alcohol in your system, and the slap in your ass coming from Killer acts like the cherry on top of the cake.

“Same here, hahaha” the blonde laughs, as if what had just happened was only a joke.

You remain silent all the way home and as soon as you are back, both friends walk -carry you- inside.

“There, sleep well. We will come back tomorrow, don’t do stupid shit” Kidd says, right by the door of your room.

“Sleep well, (Name). Don’t worry, you will find a better guy in no time” Killer continues, following Kidd whose heavy boots are already walking away.

But you certainly don’t really want them to leave. It was either because you needed to hug someone or because of the things they have said before, but you want them tonight right by your side.

“Don’t- Don’t go. Stay with me tonight. It’s cold and late. Sleep here” you plead, with eyes injected of red and blurry because of the tears sprouting from them.

Both men freeze. You are special to them. They take care of you like a little sister, but it is clear they acknowledge the beauty you hold.

“Where are we sleeping?” Kidd says, looking at Killer briefly before to indicate he is staying.

You look at your fidgeting hands and then right by your side. You then tap the mattress to indicate the exact place, with eyes of a dichotomic innocent lust.

Kidd takes some seconds to scan your intentions, and his smirk quickly fades. Inside of him, a storm of questions takes over his mind -and a heat his lower body.

As for Killer, there isn’t much he has to say and immediately after jumps by your left side. “Move, your brothers are here to protect you”

The blonde-haired friend hugs you, squeezing you hard, while Kidd still remain silent looking at you.

“Kidd come’ere!!” you laugh while Killer gives you deadly tickles.

The red-haired punk swallows, because he was able to catch the message he thinks you gave him… but was it a message?

Soon, the three of you fall asleep hugging. The exhaustion of a night out, the current events and the alcohol left you out of energy all of a sudden.

Sandwiched in between two pair of prominent pectoralis major you begin to sweat, and the scent of their manly skin perfume reaches your nose. You try to move in between grogginess, but you aren’t able. A very heavy hand has your leg trapped over a hipbone and your back rests on a wide chest.

A heat rising, or maybe the need of being loved, takes over your body and you can’t help but move your hips in search of maybe the warmth of masculinities.

Your crotch feels warm and wet. But you want more. Something hard, something drippy, something impaling.

Like a snake your body serpentines in between your self-proclaimed “big brothers”, but your eyes are still heavily closed. You purr, like an innocent kitten looking for the hot embrace of his other brothers.

“Mgh…?” Kidd wakes up first, or so that’s what he thought. He takes some time to enjoy your unconscious soft humps, while your lips are wet against his chest.

He slides his hand down your waist, down your hip and then to your thigh to pull you closer against his crotch. He did it without thinking much about it, with his body moving on his own and still a little dizzy from being half asleep.

“Kidd, she is asleep” Killer whispers, scaring Kidd off. Killer didn’t try to judge him, only to let him know.

“I- I know. I was asleep too… I just-“ he tries to excuse himself, but soon his still half painted lips get suddenly sealed by yours.

As for now, both friends open their eyes widely enough to ease any trace of sleepiness. And as your tongue starts lustfully dancing with Kidd’s, Killer stands up. He is not willing to ruin it for his friend nor you.

But your hand reaches for him to stay, pulling him against your back even more than he was before.

“Stay..ngh… Killer don’t go” you moan, in between Kid’s wet kisses. And there is not much those two men could do than do exactly what their sister asked for.

Two pair of hands travel all around your body, up and down and searching for spots they have never touched. Yours aren’t innocent either, you reach for their hairs, for their big necks and muscular frames.

And everything you do, you do it while rocking your hips back and forth, feeling their hardness growing, wanting to impale so irreverently and desperately all of your entrances.

And, not only kisses and bites and touches accompany, but also your clothes flying to the sides of your tiny bed.

Skin to skin, three dancing bodies search for release of something that none of you actually knew you needed so desperately before.

Killer’s fingers reach your core from behind, opening your dampened labia to slide them inside. Meanwhile Kidd, has attacked your breasts with biting and sucking as if from them he could suck eternal life potion.

You can’t move, you are trapped. Or rather, you don’t want to. You just want to be deadly used by them two for the rest of the night.

Killer has now inserted two fingers, perfectly moving them to cause you to mewl. Whereas your hand has surrounded Kidd’s throbbing shaft, masturbating him as he keeps biting your nipples with great dedication and perhaps a pinch of violence you enjoy the most.

“Fuck me, the two of you. Please” you beg once you are able to say something.

“That’s why Killer has been stretching you out with his fingers, right bro?” Kidd says, still with one of your breasts on his mouth and his index right on your clit.

Killer laughs and takes his fingers -that were already three- off your opened and with spasming walls.

You lift your ass conveniently to give him better access from the back, and soon the tip of a pretty wide shaft barges inside of you.

You curl your back, trying to get him to penetrate you deeper and deeper. Needy, in heat but even if his hips were destroying your insides, yet not satisfied. You wanted something more to fill the void…

“You two, now… please” you look right into Kidd’s orange irises. Your lips open, your eyes sloppy from the pleasure, your tongue out with dripping saliva…

“I told you I always wanted to fuck you, didn’t I? Open wide so we can both fit, sweet little bitch ~”

Kidd is slightly longer that Killer, but not as wide as him. Both seem to fit perfectly inside you and the coordination of their rams is in total perfection.

You shiver, you quiver. Walls with desperate milking motions rip growls and grunts from the guys. You feel your belly full, with a bump forming every time they go deep enough to make you cough. The grazing of their dicks going in and out of you, stretching you so mercilessly, the way your clit would graze Kid’s base of his sex… an explosive climax, bathing them two, pushing them to the limits until their bodies couldn’t take it no more.

Killer came first. Kidd followed. Once. Twice… and who knows how many more times?

Full, dripping warm seed, exhausted. That was how you fall asleep that night ~

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cakepoppresent · 8 days ago

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This is fine! Totally Fine!!

Damn. Thats some crazy information chantel just shared, hope her sources weren't lying outta they asses

Transcript under the cut!~

Previous - Next

[Chantel]: Our guest tonight is one of the biggest stars to grace our stage! She is getting tremendous acclaim for her long years in the entertainment industry working alongside major actors and her excellent acting skills! Please welcome Luna Villareal

Chantel: I’ve missed you friend! Why don’t you text me?

Luna: Phone works both ways! I’m also waiting for your text!

Chantel: Oh! So the next time I try to text you, you’ll actually answer?

Luna: Of course. I always answer

Chantel: I’ll hold you to that!

Chantel: Besides not texting me back, Having you on the show is always nice. Last time you were here we talked about your campaign with Miu Miu. Now you’re here because of your new film with Blair Reeves

Luna: I always love coming back but yes! our new movie “Greta” is expected to come out by Winterfest!

Chantel: How was it working with THE Blair Reeves? It must have been a daunting experience?

Luna: It really wasn’t! She’s basically like an aunt to me so it was like working with family but less annoying

Chantel: So there was still something annoying about working with Blair Reeves? Why don’t you let the audience know!

Luna: Isn’t all work annoying to a certain degree? long hours, long flights, and working in harsh environmental conditions. It all comes with the territory. But working with Mrs. Reeves always made a hard day better

Chantel: Always responding with the most diplomatic responses. Your manager must be very proud of you.

Luna: Hahaha I’m just a nice person Chantel, can’t cause mess when there is no mess to make right?

Chantel: Hmm...Is that so? Sounds like a challenge

Luna: You can always try

Luna: Oh? If there is I didn’t notice. Too busy working and going to school

Chantel: Acting aside a beautiful woman such as yourself must have a trail of broken hearts behind you?

Chantel: Busy working? Or is there someone who is already taking up all your time?

Luna: My work schedule is pretty hectic, not sure how a man can fit into it

Chantel: If I recall there was a pregnancy rumor about you and a mystery man not too long ago

Luna: Getting your sources from SMZ? The other day they said I was from Sixam because there's no way I could handle transitioning from a child star to where I am now. Doesn’t seem very reliable Chantel

Chantel: No need to get upset, you know I gotta ask the questions the people are dying to know! You’ve been seen with this man a few times now the people are curious!

Luna: The people don’t need to worry! When I finally share the man by my side, they’ll probably get sick of me

Chantel: Speaking of sources a reliable one told me something interesting about your family

Luna: Excuse me?

Chantel: Coming from an old family like the Villareals must be hard yes?

Luna: All families have their issues. My family issues aren’t anything interesting

Chantel: A little birdie told me that your family issues are particularly interesting

Luna: Im sorry but th-

Chantel: I was told your mother didn’t actually pass away like your father stated.

Luna: Wha-

Chantel: And your older brother Andre? Was disowned by your own father and is now working as a dishwasher at-

Luna: Are you done?

Chantel: Don’t be mad at me! I’m just asking the important questions. You know the people love the messiness of rich families. Won’t you entertain us?

Luna: Sounds more like you want to slander me. I’m not giving you the gossip you want so you’re making up your own?

Chantel: Calling me a liar? Doesn’t seem very diplomatic of you

Luna: Asking unapproved questions and ambushing me with false information doesn’t seem very professional of you

Chantel: My sources are very reliable. I would never come at you with lies and allegations

Luna: My lawyers are pretty reliable as well

Chantel: Oh! Well, that’s the end of this interview! Folks stay tuned while we have Orange Baily perform his comeback single “First Burn” for us tonight!

[Destiny]: Bro what the fuck was that. Holy shit how could she fucking do that

[Luna]: I...can’t believe that happened. That’s never happened to be before. I don’t get ambushed.

[Destiny]: Be honest with me. Was what she said true? I thought we had no secrets

[Luna]: What should I do? This will be blow over right?

[Destiny]: This is going to be such a shit show. I haven’t even looked at SMZ yet. Fuck.

[Luna]: I can’t fucking think right now. That...none of that is true...I don’t think it is. My mom died giving birth to me and my brother...I...I don’t know

[Destiny]: Yeah. It should, Thorne Bailey just needs to be spotted with a blonde bimbo and the news will be all over him again. Just relax I’ll handle this

[Destiny]: Okay...Yeah this is fine. Don’t freak out.

Luna: I’m not freaking out.

[Destiny]: Good! Just stay low. I’ll call you for the Vogue holiday shoot, you have some smaller stuff here and there but don’t worry. It’s fine. This is fine!

Luna: I’ll be waiting for your call babe.

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chukys-mouthguard · 5 months ago

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kinda tempting pt 4

part 3

4.6k words

genre: angst, with a drop of fluff

featuring: mat barzal x female reader x matthew rempe

note: to the anon who predicted the exact plot of part 4…was it that predictable? Hahaha 🫣🙈

To say you were stressed was an understatement. On top of trying to plan a destination wedding for this summer, you were also stressing over not just the Rangers but the Islanders fighting for a playoff spot.

Despite having worked through playoff hockey before, this year seemed much harder on you. The longer hours, stricter deadlines, on top of just hoping and praying your boyfriend fiance managed to make the playoffs, or else he’d be off enjoying summer early while you might still be working. Which wouldn’t be ideal if you’re trying to get married this summer.

Though you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t once thought about postponing the wedding, or even possibly eloping. The idea of trying to plan a destination wedding in another country was actually making you insane. Mat was dead set on Italy for your wedding, but with how crazy busy you both had been, there was very little planning taking place. Trying to convince Mat to postpone seemed like an even bigger challenge at this point, one you were afraid to even attempt.

There really wasn’t any rush to get married in your eyes, but you understood Mat just wanted to call you his wife. To not be engaged for long, because what’s the fun in that. Which is why you’d figured to just elope, then later down the line you could have a wedding. But this summer seemed too soon, and you were sick trying to juggle it all.

“Mat, what is all of this?”

Walking into your kitchen you found Mat standing proud with a counter covered in various snacks and goodies.

“Well, you said you haven’t been feeling well. And I figured I could try my best to help! So, I got you chicken soup because who can say no to that. Some cookies from the bakery down the street, since I wasn’t sure if maybe it was your period. And, to be honest this last bit I stole from tik tok when I searched gifts for girls. And everyone said you can’t go wrong with a throw blanket and some fuzzy socks.” He shrugged as he held up the two items, making you giggle as you kissed his cheek.

“Well thank you babe, I thought it was my period, but that still hasn’t started yet this month. Though I will still gladly accept these delicious looking cookies. I really appreciate all this.”

Taking a seat at the counter, you watched as Mat heated up the soup for you before sliding it to you with a spoon.

“Do you think maybe you should lay low today? I mean, with the schedule getting crazier for you, and I’m sure the wedding planning is also not helping. I just don’t want you to burn out or anything.”

Nodding your head as you heard his concerns you sipped your soup. “Well, I might swing by one of those like Minute Clinics at the drugstore. Just to maybe see if I need anything stronger than over the counter meds. I don’t think it’s anything serious, I have my suspicions. But at least I’ll have some answers after doing that.”

He simply nodded, not wanting to tell you what to do or how to take care of yourself. Though he couldn’t help but feel like you were downplaying things, or potentially keeping something from him. Not to mention how guilty he felt for bailing on the wedding planning with the Isles trying to make the playoffs. But if something serious was going on, he wanted to know. Though you would hopefully have your answer today, you weren’t sure how you’d feel when you go it.

It had been a few days since you’d gone to the doctor to figure out what was going on, and while you got your answer, it was the one you weren’t hoping for despite expecting it.

Mat had asked how it went, to which you simply responded that it was nothing serious. Hoping to drop the conversation until you found a way to tell him the real answer. Needing a few days to think it through.

As you drove to Madison Square Garden for yet another Rangers home game, you knew your news needed to be shared with Matthew sooner rather than later. Though you two hadn’t spoken since he found out you’d said yes to Mat, and despite him sending the congratulatory text that he did, you were sure he still wasn’t too thrilled about it all. This news definitely not going to make things any better.

After you’d gotten settled in at the rink, having a bit of down time, you shot a text to Matthew. To your surprise you didn’t appear to be blocked anymore. Maybe he’d gotten over his anger towards you, either way, you were thankful for it.

“Can we talk?”

You stared at the screen, waiting to see that he’d read the message, then waiting for the bubble to appear and signal that he was typing a response.

“The usual spot, I’ll be there in 5.”

Those 5 minutes of waiting felt like 50. You had no clue how you were going to tell Matthew your news, figuring it was maybe best to start with small talk and gauge his mood.

A soft smile on your face as he walked up to you, a more stern look on his. He offered a hug to you, feeling it was only right after the argument you two had. He never meant to say the things he did, no matter if they were his true feelings or not.

“So? What’s up?”

Playing with the hem of your jacket you started down the hall, Matthew instinctually following at your side.

“Mat read me the text you sent him the other day, that was really nice of you. Thanks.”

“You called me out here for that?” His tone was a mix of annoyance and sarcasm, making you question even more if this was a good idea or not. But you knew it was best for him to hear things from you this time, not his teammates, social media, or anyone else.

“No, I didn’t. Um, I wanted you to hear this from me. Especially after last time. But, I went to the doctor the other day because I haven’t been feeling well. I thought it was stress with the season gearing up for playoffs possibly. For Mat and for the Rangers. Not to mention trying to plan a wedding in Italy for the summer. But, it’s definitely not just stress.”

A look of concern washing over him as he looked down at you, unsure of where this was going. Nervously cracking his knuckles as he waited for you to continue.

“I, god I haven’t even told Mat and I can’t believe I’m telling you first. But, I’m, I’m pregnant.”

Matthew scoffed, a slight chuckle following as he bit his cheek, his demeanor completely changing as he shook his head.

“Wow, that’s…why the fuck do I need to know this? You just wanted to rub more shit in my face or what? You had me scared that something was really wrong y/n! Did you just tell me to get another half hearted congratulations from me?”

He tried to walk away, not caring to hear anything further, his heart hurting all over again knowing that now you truly were out of his reach for good. But you stopped him, grabbing his hand as you pulled him back to look at you. Tears in your eyes as you tried to explain.

“What!”

Matthew’s voice echoing through the hall as he stared at you, his expression quickly changing from cold to soft as he could see right through you. Seeing the nervousness in your eyes as you tried to pull yourself together.

“You, you don’t know if it’s his, do you?”

As you looked to the floor, that told him all he needed to know. Wrapping you in a hug, he didn’t know what to say. His own emotions running wild at the thought that you were pregnant with his child. But he tried not to get his hopes up, on the off chance it wasn’t his. Plus you were technically still engaged and planning to marry Mat as far as he was concerned.

“Well, you have to tell him. Regardless if it’s mine or his, he needs to know.”

“Oh like that’s easy? To tell the man I’m supposed to be marrying this summer that I’m pregnant, but don’t get your hopes up cause it might not be yours.” You sniffled as you wiped away the few tears that had fallen, letting out a sigh as you didn’t feel relieved at all. Feeling even worse now that you’d told Matthew the news.

“But if the baby isn’t his, he has a right to know. Shit I have a right to know if it’s mine!”

You quickly threw your hand up, covering his mouth in an attempt to quiet him. Not wanting anyone to possibly overhear your conversation.

“Sorry, but, I’m not okay with you pretending like I’m not a part of this now. You want to just not tell him? And then what? Especially if this baby is mine y/n, I’m not okay with you living life like everything is normal just to save your fucking relationship. Think back to how you felt that night. How he made you feel. I get you think it was wrong, yeah you technically cheated on him. But to sweep this under the rug, just because you don’t want to ruin what you two have worked on and fixed. That’s not the solution.”

You knew Matthew was right, but you couldn’t fathom what this news would do to Mat. He’d worked so hard to be a better man, and this is how you repay him? You needed to tell him, of course you did. But you didn’t know how you could do it in a way that wouldn’t risk losing your relationship with him.

“Look, I get it. You’re not wrong, but unfortunately this is not your decision or your news to share. Just, please, let me figure out how to tell him and what I’m gonna say.”

Matthew knew you were right, and it was your decision to make, he couldn’t help but feel like you were going to try your best to hide this from Mat, possibly play it off that the baby was his if it actually wasn’t. He’d try his best to trust you’d do the right thing, needing not to stress and focus on the game he was about to play.

As he left to get dressed, you immediately pulled out your phone, sending a text to Mat. Hoping he wouldn’t see it until after his game, not wanting to worry him or stress him out.

“Can you come over tonight? I have something to tell you.”

Pacing the floor of your apartment, you knew Mat would walk through the door at any moment. Your text had scared him to death, immediately assuming you lied to him about your trip to the doctor being nothing serious. He told you he’d cut his post game media time short to be able to get to you, knowing traffic would have already make his drive a lengthy one.

Finally you heard the key turning in the deadbolt, your heart practically sinking to your stomach and you felt like you were going to puke and pee your pants all at once.

“Baby, I didn’t expect you to be up waiting. Come here.”

He dropped his bag and ran to you, arms wrapping around you as he pulled close. Pressing a kiss to your lips before he took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for whatever the conversation was set to be.

“Are, are you okay? I’ve been a nervous wreck. Please tell me you’re okay!”

You softly chuckled, trying to hold back the tears you could already feel welling in your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

He looked at you concerned as he took your hands in his, thumbs brushing over your skin as he tried to search your eyes for a sign, but nothing could prepare him for the words you were about to say.

“Mat, I’m pregnant.”

Mat’s eyes grew wide as his jaw slightly dropped, hands leaving yours to grab at his hair. In complete shock he didn’t know what to say or do, settling on questioning whether or not you were lying, to which you told him no you were not.

“Baby! This is amazing!”

Spinning you around the living room before he kissed you, tears now in his eyes as he was overcome with emotion. His reaction only hurting your heart as the idea of possibly telling him the baby wasn’t his still very present in your mind.

“Is this why you wanted to postpone the wedding? Because of the baby?”

His hands now resting on your stomach as he smiled down at them, you unsure of what to say as you were still processing the news yourself.

“Um, kind of.”

He could hear uncertainty in your voice. Tucking some hair behind your ear, he left a hand to caress your cheek.

“Everything okay? You don’t seem excited.”

Resting your hand on his you flashed him a smile, nodding your head to convince him you were fine.

“Of course, it’s just, a lot to take in you know?”

“I completely understand babe, it’s definitely some big news that’s for sure.”

He pulled you in for one last hug, before picking you up once again as he couldn’t contain his excitement. Screaming in excitement as he peppered you with kisses.

“Ahh, I just can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad!”

“You’re kidding me. You haven’t told him yet?”

Matthew shook his head as he paced the hallway outside the locker room.

The Rangers were set to play the Islanders, one of the last games before the playoffs, and the last thing you needed was both Matthew and Mat under one roof.

“I told him, just not, everything. I mean, you should’ve seen how fucking excited he got at the idea of him being a dad. How was I supposed to crush him in that moment?”

“Yeah and what about me?”

It wasn’t that you didn’t think about Matthew’s feelings in all of this, you just tried your best to convince yourself that things weren’t going to come to you having to tell Mat about anything that happened behind his back.

“You think I haven’t been excited thinking that baby could be mine?”

His voice now more of a whisper, not needing anyone around to overhear and word to spread. You could see in his eyes that he was hurt, torn, confused. And you knew you had to set the record straight, not just to him, but to Mat as well. Though you weren’t ready for the repercussions that would come with that.

“I, I know you have. I can imagine you losing sleep, your mind running rampant with so many thoughts. And you’re not wrong for that. Trust me, I’ve been going crazy trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to deal with the job of telling one of you the bad news.”

He took your hand, trying to calm himself as he didn’t mean to be angry with you. Trying to imagine what you must be going through with all of this, he felt bad for raising his voice and pressuring you to say or do anything.

“You really don’t have any idea? I mean, you can’t let things go on much longer without knowing. It’s only going to make it that much harder.”

Looking to the floor you took a deep breath, realizing that what you were about to say, would change everything. Your relationship, your future, everything would surely change now. But you had no choice, Matthew was right. It would only be harder the longer you waited.

“That’s just it, I do know. And that is what’s making this so much fucking harder. I just can’t bring myself to say it and hurt someone like that.”

Matthew immediately knew from your words, but while he understood you being afraid to admit you’d cheated. He couldn’t understand you being ashamed of it when Mat pushed you to it. The way you were made to feel, you were sure your relationship was over. And while sure, he’s worked on himself to step up and be a better man to you, it didn’t change everything he’d done before to push you to the point that you’d decided to sleep with someone else. To go to someone else for the things he wasn’t giving you.

“Well, then maybe you don’t have to tell him. Look, I really gotta head in and start getting ready. But, we can talk after okay?”

Matthew gave you a quick hug before heading off to the locker room. Leaving you to gather yourself and get ready for the game. Hoping it would be a good distraction, even if only for a few hours.

Warmups had started, and you were in better spirits. The guys goofing off for the camera putting a smile on your face easily.

You watched as Matthew skated over to Mat while he stretched by the red line, wishing you could have been a fly on the wall for whatever they said. Mat instantly having an angered look on his face, shaking his head as he began spitting words back at Matthew. He flashed a cocky grin as he stared down at Mat, shrugging his shoulders as you could see him mouth the words “we can go no problem.”

His statement making Mat rise to his feet, now staring at Matthew blocking your view to know what had been said next. Soon enough, their teammates coming over to separate them and tell them to save it for the game. Matthew skating around a bit as he caught your eye, simply smirking over at you, letting you know that he had definitely stirred up some trouble.

From the drop of the puck, tensions were high. Despite Matthew not getting many shifts, any time he was out there it seemed like the Islanders had his number. Taking cheap shots along the boards, getting in his face after the whistles.

As Matthew stepped onto the ice your eyes flew to Mat, who was screaming at his teammate to change, the look in his eyes one that you’d rarely seen. And you knew he was going right after Matthew. His skates hitting the ice and his path already determined, heading straight towards him before slamming him into the boards just a few feet away from where you stood. Mat standing over him as he taunted him, begging him to get up and fight him.

The crowd erupting as Matthew stood up, throwing his gloves to the ice, the two boys now ready to trade shots. You knew this was a stupid move for Mat, he wasn’t a fighter. And Matthew was surely going to beat his ass.

They exchanged blows, the fight seemed to last forever as they both were bloody. Matthew landing the final punch as they fell to the ice, Mat not letting go and continuing to throw blows as it took two of the referees to pull him off.

As they skated to the box their bickering continued, screaming at one another from opposite sides as they sat their respective five minutes each.

The game continued on in a similar fashion, multiple fights and player ejections, all to end in a thrilling shoutout where the Rangers took home the win. You’d gotten access to the locker room to film the awarding of the post game accolades, noticing Matthew in the corner, his hands resting under ice bags, a black eye already forming on his face.

Shaking your head you were in shock, that two grown men had just beat the shit out of each other, most likely over you because what else would they have fought over. Though you couldn’t be sure, not having any clue what Matthew said on the ice to get Mat fired up the way he did. As you left the locker room, you were shocked to find Mat heading your way. Not yet showered, clearly having just wrapped up his media availability, his expression not happy to see you.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Looking at him confused you tried pulling him to the side, not needing him to make a scene with everyone around.

“Babe, what are you talking about?”

“Don’t fucking babe me!”

His shout causing you to jump, Mat clearly angry though you were still unsure why.

“That fucking kid comes up to me during warmups. Pretends to congratulate me on the baby, then asks me if I know for sure that it’s mine? What the fuck is he talking about?”

A look of shock washing over you as you couldn’t believe Matthew had done that. Whether or not he was right, he had no reason to do that. It was your news to tell.

The shouting had earned some looks of concern from Rangers staff, soon enough a few players had poked their heads out of the locker room. Matthew eventually emerged, Mat immediately turning his attention to him.

“Oh just fucking perfect, yeah come on over and try to save the day Rempe. Haven’t you caused enough issues?”

“Everything okay y/n?”

“Why would you do that? Tell him he needs to be sure the baby is actually his?”

Matthew laughed as he bit his lip, shaking his head as he looked at you. His somewhat cocky attitude not one that you appreciated in this moment. “Really? Y/n, come on. You said it yourself you couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him like that. I tried starting the conversation, so it’s time to just tell him.”

Glaring at Matthew, you couldn’t bear to look at Mat. Tears welling in your eyes as you could feel your world crumbling around you.

“Y/n, tell me what?”

You shook your head as you tried your best to hold it together, Matthew wrapping an arm around your shoulder to comfort you as he looked at Mat, his words coming out stern but apologetic.

“It’s, it’s not your baby Mat.”

Immediately you interjected, feeling the need to try and salvage some type of conversation. “Mat, please, let me explain. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, I didn’t know he was going to say that stuff to you on the ice. Please just-“

“You’re fucking kidding me. Rempe? Of all people, you fucked him? When?”

Shaking Matthew’s arm from your shoulder you tried to pull Mat aside to explain, but he didn’t want to hear a word you had to say. Doing his best to not make too much of a scene with everyone around.

“This is why you wanted to postpone the wedding, you knew. Didn’t you?”

“No! I didn’t know! Please, just let me explain!”

Your hands moved to caress his face to get him to look at you, but he took a step back.

“Just tell me the truth. Is the baby mine, or his?”

Taking a deep breath, you knew that your answer was going to change everything the moment it left your lips. But it had to happen, he deserved that much.

Sliding your engagement ring from your finger, knowing there wasn’t going to be a wedding after you gave him his answer, you placed it in his hand.

“I’m so sorry. I’m really fucking sorry.”

Mat looked at the ring, shaking his head as he glanced from you to Matthew. A smirk coming across his lips, though you knew it wasn’t a happy one.

“I hope it was fucking worth it. See how this works out when he’s out of the league in two years.”

Mat walked away as you fell to the floor, sobbing as you felt the weight of the world crash onto you. Matthew trying to pick you up and comfort you as best he could, but you quickly pushed him away.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you do that? If you care about me you’ve got a weird fucking way of showing it pulling a stunt like that. I told you to let me handle it!”

Matthew looked at you confused, “He needed to know! You said it yourself, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it and hurt him.”

“And so you decided to do that for me? That wasn’t for you to do! I don’t care if it’s your baby or not, that wasn’t your decision to make!”

Matthew didn’t bother arguing, letting you take out your frustrations on him before you hurried past him. Hoping none of the other guys were listening to what had all just transpired. Gathering your things and heading to your car, needing to go home and take the night to try and wrap your head around what just happened.

As you got back to your apartment you couldn't help but pack up some of Mat’s things he’d kept at your place. Figuring it was best to get that out of the way now as you were still coming down from the emotions of things officially ending.

Putting the last of his things in a box, you carried it to your front door. A few soft knocks catching you off guard as you checked the time.

Opening the door you revealed Matthew standing there, duffle bag in hand as he smiled down at you.

“I’m sorry, can I come in?”

Stepping aside, you reluctantly let him in. Despite your frustrations, he was going to be the father of your child. You couldn’t shut him out completely. As he set his bag down, he wrapped you in a hug as he kissed your head.

“You’re right. It wasn’t my place to do any of that, and I’m sorry that I fucked everything up for you. I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now. I’m sure you want to punch me in the face. But, I’m not going to leave you to deal with this alone. The breakup and the baby. I’m gonna be here. Whether we end up together, or simply co-parent. I’m not going to walk out on you or leave to deal with this by yourself.”

Smiling up at him you nodded, accepting his apology as you were simply too tired to be bothered with being frustrated or angry at him. Appreciating his willingness to be there for you, for the baby. You knew you were going to need his support through the process. Not even wanting to think about the field day the Rangers organization were going to have with this situation.

Heading down the hall and back to your room, you climbed into bed, desperately needing sleep. Matthew followed behind, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you get comfortable. Your eyes catching his with a chuckle.

“What?”

“Just figured I’d make sure you get to sleep okay.”

“Or you could come to bed too, I don’t really want to be alone after everything that went down tonight.”

Pulling back the covers you scooted to the other side of the bed, making space for Matthew as he joined you. The two of you facing one another as he could see you were drained.

“Matt, if I’m being honest, I’m scared.”

Your eyes fixated on your fingers as you played with the sheets, not trying to get worked up again.

“I know, but I told you, I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna be here for you and our baby.”

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cashmakozume · 6 months ago

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too late

⟡ oikawa tōru x reader

⟡ word count: 1,973

⟡ sequel to: deeper meaning [pls read deeper meaning first!]

⟡ hello! i usually don't write sequels to my shorts, but @multi-fandom-fanfic really inspired me to think about a part 2 HAHAHA thank you for asking for one! i really hope it answers ur questions [not proof read pls i poured this out after staying up all night thinking about it]

you were picking up some groceries at the supermarket near your home when you ran into iwaizumi. the shock on both of your faces was evident. he didn’t expect to see one of his closest high school friends.

“it’s been a while.” iwaizumi spoke first, noticing you staying frozen in place.

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when you broke up with oikawa tōru, you lost the friends that you spent every second with.

it’s not like they didn’t want to be friends with you, but every attempt they made was met with a wall of silence. hanamaki even went to the extent of begging for you to reply, but your persistence in ignoring them didn’t falter. so, the daily texts turn into weekly check ups. then monthly messages of “i hope you’re doing well” turned into nothing.

it wasn’t even their fault that oikawa tõru broke your heart. but everytime you think about your friends, his face would appear. so you cut them off, hoping it would help you forget.

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iwaizumi managed to convince you to catch up with him at a nearby park. you barely said a word to him, not even knowing what to say or where to start.

“i’m sorry for the way he left.” iwaizumi started.

you stayed silent, looking down at your fiddling hands. your eyes quickly welled up with tears, getting reminded of your break up. you quickly blinked them away, not wanting to shed another tear over it.

“you don’t have to apologize for your friend.” you coughed out, making sure your voice sounded stable.

“you have been doing that since high school.”

iwaizumi let out a weak chuckle, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. he genuinely felt bad for how things ended.

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the break up certainly wasn’t expected. hanamaki, matsukawa and him really thought both you and oikawa would end up married. he had to listen to oikawa babble about you all the time, during volleyball practice or whenever they hung out outside of school to pick up oikawa’s nephew.

“are you fucking stupid?” iwaizumi raised his voice, making oikawa take a step back. “you ran your mouth about wanting to buy a ring and now you fucking broke up with her?”

iwaizumi’s anger was radiating. he couldn’t believe what oikawa did. and he couldn’t even imagine how you felt.

he knew how much you grew to adore oikawa throughout your relationship with him and you thanked iwaizumi constantly for bringing you and oikawa together.

“yeah, i did what i had to do.” oikawa recovered, not wanting to appear afraid of iwaizumi.

in a way, iwaizumi felt guilty.

he was the one who made you and oikawa friends. he was the one who encouraged you to talk to oikawa, even if it went through the left ear and out the right. he was the one who expected the most out of it.

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“he asks me about you.” iwaizumi brought up, looking you in the eyes. “after a while, i had to tell him that i didn’t know how you were doing.”

your eyes watered and you quickly turned away. it was ridiculous that it still made you feel this way.

“why did he even bother?” your question lingered. “he was the one who left me.”

iwaizumi grabbed your shoulder, making you turn to look at him again.

“he still cares, you know.” iwaizumi started softly. “the volleyball thing was just something he needed to do.”

you scoffed at what he said. hearing it from iwaizumi, you got angry at how ridiculous it sounded. you knew that oikawa tōru viewed volleyball as his life ever since you met him, but he didn’t have to throw you aside that way.

“if he cared, he would’ve tried.” you shot back, catching iwaizumi off guard. “we could’ve done long distance, or i could even go with him.”

“but —”

“no ‘buts’.” you interrupted iwaizumi.

“he could’ve worked something out. he was the one who made me like him. he was the one who made sure he always does his best for everything. why couldn’t he do the same for me? for our relationship?”

you could feel the tears forming again. but this time you let them fall.

“if i really meant that much to him, he would’ve done it. i know you’re his friend, but you don’t have to lie for him.” your voice cracked halfway.

iwaizumi couldn’t say anything, because he didn’t know anything. oikawa didn’t give him a further explanation, even after constant prodding. all iwaizumi could do was give you a hug as you cried into his shoulder.

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iwaizumi called oikawa the moment he got situated at home.

“iwa-chan~” oikawa cheered, picking up after the third ring. “did you miss me?”

“you fucking idiot.” iwaizumi’s tone made oikawa go silent.

“she’s still hurting.” iwaizumi continued, not bothering for oikawa’s reply. “i ran into her back home. she’s still fucking hurting over you, you fucking imbecile.”

oikawa kept quiet, processing what iwaizumi said.

oikawa was used to the lack of updates about you after he was told they had no idea what you were up to. he expected it to stay that way.

“fix it.” iwaizumi demanded. “tell me you’ll fix it.”

silence filled the air, making iwaizumi fume even more.

“shitty-”

“i will.” oikawa cut him off and ended the call.

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oikawa tōru was at the top of his career but he still felt incomplete. and he wondered why.

maybe it was the way he left. maybe it was the abruptness of his decision. maybe it was you.

he never told anyone why he decided to break up with you in the first place. just like the rest of his friends, he thought the both of you would end up married, white picket fence and all. but, with his never ending thirst of becoming a better volleyball player, he realized he couldn’t do that to you.

him wanting to improve meant having to put priorities in place. and it meant that volleyball would be first. it was a painful reality for oikawa, but he decided.

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after telling iwaizumi that he broke up with you, oikawa went home.

he locked himself in his room, under the guise of packing. he sat down on the floor of his room, looking up to see a polaroid picture of you and him on his wall.

for the first time that day, he let himself cry. he knows what he did was stupid, he knows that you would have supported him in every way. but he couldn’t bare to treat you undeservingly. he wanted the world for you, he wanted to give you everything but he realized he couldn’t do that. his cries were silent, but he could feel his entire body shaking. his chest filled up with unheard sobs and he took every breath as if he couldn’t get enough air.

oikawa tōru hated himself for what he did, but it was for your own good.

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you met up with iwaizumi a few times after that. you genuinely enjoyed the company and you were glad to finally have met a friend again. the both of you reminisced about the times in high school, iwaizumi carefully avoiding instances with oikawa so that you wouldn’t cry again.

it was your last day back in miyagi, you and iwaizumi were eating ice-cream while walking back home.

“thank you, iwa” you broke the comfortable silence.

iwaizumi looked at you with one of his eyebrows raised.

“i feel like i can finally move on.” you started. “crying it out and talking to someone about it made me feel…” you trailed off, trying to find the right word for what you were feeling.

“it made me feel free.”

iwaizumi’s eyes widened. this wasn’t supposed to happen. oikawa was supposed to fix it, not you. oikawa was supposed to do some big gesture and it would lead you back to each other again.

as selfish as it was, iwaizumi didn’t want you to be free.

“w-wait, what do you mean?” iwaizumi stuttered out, trying to understand.

“i think i can live without being with oikawa” you looked up at iwaizumi and smiled.

iwaizumi hasn’t seen you smile so genuinely in a while. he realized that you meant what you said and you were finally going to be okay.

and as torn up as he was about it, he felt a sense of relief for you.

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you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket as you were walking home. you ignored it, only wanting to entertain messages once you were inside the comfort of your own apartment. it was a long week at work, and all you wanted to do was to rot on your sofa, with your favorite show playing in the background as you aimlessly scrolled through social media.

once you settled in, having showered and doing your nighttime skincare routine, you finally jumped onto your sofa. a sense of comfort and laziness enveloped you and you finally pulled out your phone.

the first notification you see was an unknown number. you tapped on it, eyes widening while you read the message.

< oikawa here

< i’m sorry

you chuckled a bit, knowing what he was apologizing for.

after what you told iwaizumi, you had forgiven oikawa. you realized that the both of you were young and you’re both different people now.

hello oikawa-san! >

everything is forgiven! hope you’re doing well now :) >

you barely put your phone down to pick up the tv remote when you felt it vibrate again.

< i’m doing better now

< how have you been? i heard from iwa-chan you got your dream job!

you weren’t surprised that iwaizumi told oikawa about it, iwaizumi did tell you that they were still pretty close.

i’m doing good!! and yeah i did >

you’re a volleyball star now :3 >

oikawa laughed at your use of emoticons. he was glad that you were still the same.

< not yet but i will be!

< listen, i’ll be in tokyo next week. and i was wondering if we could meet up!

you stared at your phone for a while, thinking about your work schedule.

i think that’s possible! >

why do you want to meet, oikawa-san? >

your heart stopped when you saw his reply.

< i want to talk about us

< i regret what i did

if he did this a month ago, you would’ve folded. you would drop everything just to meet him. but you’re not the same person anymore.

i don’t think that’s a good idea >

i’m glad you’re doing well oikawa-san, but i am too >

i hope you don’t take this the wrong way >

but i don’t think there will ever be ‘us’ again >

it was oikawa’s turn to feel his heart stopped. he took so long just to gather up the courage to text you. and now you’re telling him that it’s too late?

< oh

< it’s okay then! i hope you stay well, angel

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oikawa tōru always believed that you and him would end up together.

he always believed that his first love would be his only love. he didn’t want to start from scratch again with someone else.

back when you were dating, the both of you always agreed upon it.

“yeah if it isn’t you, it’s nobody.” oikawa exclaimed, patting your head as you stuck your tongue out.

but you grew up. you believed that oikawa was what the idea of love was like. you were both young, with dreams and ambitions that were totally separate from one another. the love that you and oikawa had was something to look back on and say that you learnt from it.

oikawa tōru was just your first love. and he will stay that way.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#oikawa tōru #oikawa toru #hq oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa torū

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gay-wh0re-slut · 1 year ago

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Hi! Angsty request, please?

Reader has feelings for Rhea for a long time, but never mentioned it because she didn’t want to ruin their friendship and make it awkward at work. She also never thought they had a chance together so she kept it to herself. At some point she’s starting to have a crush on someone else, starting going out with that person and is finally ready to move on, but somehow Rhea finds out about reader’s feelings from before and gets sad and frustrated, because it was mutual, Rhea just kept it to herself too. It’s becomes too much for Rhea to see the reader happy with someone else, kissing them, hugging them when it could have been her if both weren’t such chickens, so she distances herself and when reader confronts her Rhea explodes.

No need for smutty ending, but lots of fluff? After the lots of angst 🥲

ooooo this is a good one!! i can already tell that this might be a long one so buckle up buttercup hahaha

after writing: okay so it wasn’t that long but i hope i did it justice

Too Late

rhea x fem!reader

content: angst with a side of angst and fluff for dessert :)

Clocking into work was getting easier and easier. It was your dream to work for WWE and you finally got it. You haven’t worked here for long but long enough to know who you liked and didn’t like. Out of everyone you liked Rhea Ripley the most. Though she was a big scary heel on screen, she was the biggest sweetheart when the cameras weren’t rolling. She would always make sure you were doing well and sometimes bring you random snacks throughout the day because she knew that you wouldn’t eat unless told to because you were always so busy.

“Please take the damn offer,” she would say.

“Fine, fine,” you’d snatch it jokingly, “but I can feed myself,” but you loved when she would take care of you.

You two were pretty close, when you had the time, neither of you would be seen without the other, the two of you were inseparable. You had multiple inside jokes and the other members of the judgment day would join in on them too. Often they would ask you where Rhea was before anyone else, and you always knew the answer.

In the past few months though, you’ve realized that you were actually in love with the australian. You refused to tell her because it never seemed that she was into you. You for sure didn’t tell anyone either, especially Dom, they were closer than you would ever be with Rhea.

So you carried on, trying to push down the feelings as long as possible. One day, an old fling texted you asking how you were and the casual small talk.

“Who’s got you smiling like that? Obviously not me,” Rhea asked.

You immediately got embarrassed, “an old friend,” you simply say.

“Yeah?” she peaked over at your phone and you quickly moved it away, “looks more like an old friend to me.”

“We used to…mess around. She just wanted to see how I was doing, we haven’t talked in over two years,” you weren’t lying but talking to this old fling made you realize you never got over them fully.

“Mmm,” was all she said.

“What? You jealous?” you laugh.

“No,” she lied, “just thought I was the only one that made you smile like that,” she joked.

“Shut up,” you fake punched her arm, “I smile at a lot of things.”

The old fling and you texted for a few weeks before you decided to go on a ‘second first date’. It went pretty well, to be honest and you scheduled another one…and another one…and another one. Eventually, you were hanging out every night, reminiscing about old times, which made you realize that maybe she was the right person, wrong time.

Rhea on the other hand was becoming very jealous.

“Where is she?” she asked Damian.

“I’m not sure, I thought you would know,” he shrugged. “Is she not with her girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?!”

“She didn’t tell you?” he was surprised because he knew how close you two were or used to be.

“No,” she growled.

“She seems happy though,” he rubbed her back for comfort.

“She would’ve been happier with me,” her voice became small.

“What?” his eyes were wide, “What’s that supposed to mean, hermana?”

“I loved her,” tears were forming in her eyes.

“Hey, hey,” he pulled her in to hug her tightly, “You gotta tell her before it becomes too serious.”

Enough time has passed so you thought it was time to bring your new girlfriend to work and meet all your coworkers. You introduced her to many people but you wanted her to meet Rhea especially, she was your best friend after all.

“Rhea! This is my girlfriend!” you were holding hands, “I actually think you two would get along pretty well, you have similar personalities,” you laughed.

“Hey,” she said in a monotoned voice, “nice to meet you.”

“Right…well,” you turned to your girlfriend, “why don’t you get us some lunch and we can talk more then, yeah?”

“Sure, baby,” your girlfriend kissed you, “see you later Rhea,” she waved as she walked away.

Rhea gave her a weak smile.

“What was that about?” you crossed your arms at her.

“What?” Rhea obviously did not look happy.

“You don’t approve?”

“No, I do,” she looked down at the floor shuffling her feet, “just tired today is all.”

You could tell she was lying but you didn’t want to push it. Squinting at her trying to figure out what she was really feeling, “okay, well get some rest then, do you want her to get you some food?”

“Oh no, I’m good, thanks.”

You were getting annoyed very quickly at her lack of enthusiasm. Why couldn’t she be happy for you, you thought. “I’ll see you later then,” your voice was a little stern.

“Yeah,” and she walked off.

You scoffed. What is going on?

Weeks passed and you’ve barely spoken to the wrestler and it was eating you alive. You couldn’t think of a reason why she wouldn’t want to talk to you. You’ve reached out multiple times and have either gotten short answers or nothing at all.

“It’ll be okay, baby, just ask her about it tomorrow,” your girlfriend said caressing your arm. The two of you were sat on your couch watching a movie.

“I hope so, she’s my… best friend,” you leaned into her touch. Only then did you remember that you wanted her to be more than friends, and a small part of you still did. You thought about how your girlfriend and Rhea actually did have similar if not identical, personalities and that she was just a fill in for the real thing. You couldn’t help feeling guilty about the whole situation, using your girlfriend to fill the Rhea sized void in your heart. It ached, and you realized nothing will be the same.

She reached her hand to your chin and turned you towards her, “It will be,” as she kissed you gently, but now, as if a flip was switched, you felt nothing for her and everything for the goth wrestler who seemed to have left you in the dark.

You could barely sleep that night. You tossed and turned thinking of all the things you could say to her. Should you just admit that all along you had feelings for her? Or should you ask about her avoiding you first? Or ask the judgment day what you should do because they know her too? You couldn’t decide, and it was killing you. You cried in frustration until you fell asleep.

The sun came up and blinded you awake. “God,” you grumbled shielding your eyes. You look at the time and it was earlier than you expected, “whatever,” as you get out of bed anyway.

After a short nights sleep you decide to text Damian about what you should do.

“Hey,” you started.

“Hola amiga, long time no talk,” he was always so fun to text.

“I have a question, pretty serious if that’s okay?”

“Shoot.”

“So I’ve realized that I actually have feelings for Rhea and I was wondering if there was a way that you could help? Rhea won’t talk to me,” you were shaking as you typed your secret.

“Well good news, mí amiga, she likes you too, but the only thing I could think to get her to talk to you would be to confront her in person. You know she’s a no nonsense woman,” you could feel that he was smiling at his phone.

“Why didn’t she ever tell me?!”

“She was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same,” he simply put.

“I felt the same way,” you sent first. His typing bubble came up but you sent another one first, “Will she be there today?”

The bubble went away for a few seconds then, “Yes,” was all he said.

“Thank you for your help.”

“Anytime,” he responded as you got your keys and went to the venue.

As the drive went on you got angrier and angrier. “Why didn’t she tell me?” you said to yourself. “Damn it Rhea,” you hit your hand on the steering wheel.

You whipped your car into a spot and sped walked inside, “Where’s Rhea?” you asked Finn who just happened to be at the door.

“In the locker room, love. Everything okay?” he looked concerned.

“Just peachy,” you lied as you whizzed past him.

You reached the locker room and took a deep breath before entering not wanting to set off that you were upset if other women were there. Unfortunately, there were, so you found the tattooed woman and asked her to meet you by your car, away from listening ears.

After five long minutes she finally walked out. She strutted her way to your car, “what’s wrong? You good?” she said as if nothing was wrong.

“Are you?” you shot back.

“Woah! What’s with the attitude?” she leaned her hand on your trunk with her other on her hip and her feet crossed.

You couldn’t wait any longer so you just blurted it out, “Why didn’t you tell me that you loved me?”

“I always did?” she scrunched her face, “I told you all the time.” Which was true, you told each other that whenever you could, but as best friends.

“That’s not what I meant and you know that,” you pointed before crossing your arms.

She sighed as she leaned her back on your car, now she was crossing her arms looking for something to say.

“Well?” you push.

“It doesn’t matter now, you’re with her,” she gestured outwards.

“Yes it does matter, it matters more than anything else right now.”

“Why?” she finally looked at you.

“Because!” you started but hesitated, “because I- it does!”

“That’s not an answer,” she was getting upset now.

“You haven’t talked to me for weeks and you’re acting like nothing is wrong,” you threw your hands up before slapping them down on your thighs.

“Nothing is wrong,” she said calmly, which you knew meant she was furious.

“Clearly something is, so tell me,” you leaned your shoulder on the unknown car beside you.

“Just drop it, it’s not worth our time,” she began to walk away.

You stopped her by stepping her front of her, “Don’t walk away from me. This is the most you’ve talked to me in what? a month? We have all day, I know your schedule by heart, you have nothing to do today except an interview at eight and it’s only twelve.”

Her tongue glided over her teeth inside her mouth, as she seethed with rage but tried to keep her cool, “I said drop it,” she looked down at you.

“You don’t scare me,” you squinted.

She exhaled loudly before stepping away from you pressing her thumb and pointer finger to the bridge of her nose, “Fuck it,” she said quietly, “Fuck it!” she yelled throwing her hands up in surrender. “You wanna know what’s wrong?”

“That’s why we’re here!”

“What’s wrong is that you got a pretty new girlfriend when I’ve been there for you through everything,” she yelled. “I made sure you were welcomed, I made sure you ate, I made sure you were safe, I facetimed you when you drove home so I knew you made it okay! Hell, I drove you home sometimes and picked you up! I told you allllll my secrets and troubles and you just up and leave me for someone else,” she finally took a breath.

You took the opportunity to intervene, “I didn’t leave you, you left me! You’re the one that stopped talking to me! And we weren’t together, you don’t have control over me and even if we were, you still don’t!”

“No, but I can worry! You spend all your time with what’s-her-name that you never have any left for me!” she pointed to herself.

“As if I haven’t tried to reach out? Multiple times I’ve tried to ask you to come over so you can get to know her and you either never respond or say no when I know you could’ve,” a lump in throat was starting to form.

“Because I couldn’t handle seeing you happy with someone else! Is that what you wanted to hear?” she finally admitted.

Your mouth dropped open, “Yes, actually, it is!”

“Fuck, (y/n)!” she turned away from you with her hands in fists sitting on her hips as she was looking at the sky. “I…” she calmed herself down and she turned back around, “I couldn’t stand looking at you being with someone else because it should’ve been me,” her voice sounded defeated.

“So why didn’t you tell me?” you reciprocated the tone.

“Because I didn’t know if you felt the same,” she sighed.

The lump in your throat was bigger than it was and tears were forcing their way out but you didn’t let them, “Well, I do.”

“I know.”

“You know? Who told you?” your face contorted.

“Damian,” the two of you said at the same time.

“Fucking Damian, bro,” you giggle.

“He was never good with secrets,” she laughed with you.

The laughter became louder and louder as it went on. Both of you realized how ridiculous this whole thing was which made you laugh even harder. Gravity pulled you down because you were stumbling around trying to keep yourself standing, while watching her lean on your car holding her stomach. The more you watched each other lose it, the more you laughed.

You finally calmed down enough to catch your breath, “We’re so stupid,” you wiped the tears, “how could we not tell that we-” you laughed again.

“I don’t know!” she shrugged and joined you again.

It wasn’t as much this time, but your stomach was sore and your face hurt from smiling so much, “Damn it, I gotta break up with her,” you finally said.

“If you really do love her, don’t do that,” she was sad that she said that but she needed to play devils advocate.

“No, I do, she was a replica, but she wasn’t you,” you admit.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“When I said you had similar personalities, I meant that she was exactly like you, it was kinda weird.”

“Well,” she scoffed, “she could never be me,” she flexed her arms.

“Oh my god, please,” you joked as you push her arms down but you loved the confidence she had, “But no, she couldn’t.”

Before you could walk away she grabbed you and pulled you in for a deep, tight hug. You easily fell into it, holding onto her for dear life. This is where you’re meant to be, you thought. You stayed like that for what felt like forever, but you didn’t mind. Sadly, she let go but left you with a kiss on the top of your head.

“Now I really have to break up with her because I want to kiss you so bad,” you said embarrassed.

“Call her,” she was serious.

“That’s awful, it needs to be in person,” you rebutted.

“Call her, or I’ll do it myself,” she held out her hand for you to give her your phone.

“Oh god no,” you pulled your hands away, “fine.”

“And put her on speaker.”

“That’s a definite no,” as you dialed the number.

It rang twice with Rhea staring at you waiting for her to answer.

“Hey, uhm so this is awkward but I’m breaking up with you…You figured?!” you looked at Rhea with confusion as she smiled wider, “So you knew that this wouldn’t last?” your crossed your arm, “Yeah okay, I’m sorry I lead you on…feel free to text me if you want to, totally understand if not,” you laughed nervously, “Yep…okay yeah, bye.”

“Well that was easy,” her smile was bright and her eyes were brighter.

You didn’t say another word as you grabbed her face and pulled her down for a kiss. The two of you sighed with relief as your lips continued to dance against hers. Nothing felt more normal, like you’ve been doing this forever and you couldn’t wait for more. Your hands roaming over her arms and waist as she cupped your jaw ever so gently.

“Hey guys!” you heard Dom say from a distance, “Ah! Oh, sorry…I’ll just uh…” he shielded his eyes before peeking through his fingers, “They ordered pizza,” he pointed his thumb to the door, “If you want some… no? Okay yeah, see you later,” as he went back inside.

You let go of her as soon as he started, rolling your eyes jokingly. The two of you laughed as your forehead’s touched, “We should probably-”

“Yeah, let’s go,” she held your hand and escorted you inside.

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #i thought the end was so funny i had to put it in there lmaooo

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CHAPTER FIVE | this is what it feels like.

'it's nice to have a friend' masterlist + playlist | previous chapter

PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 5.0k

SUMMARY: reader is starting to forgive jamie, even going to a charity gala together.

WARNINGS: language, mentions of what happened in amsterdam

A/N: yay! welcome back to me, i guess HAHAHA sorry for going ia for how many months, life just got in the way and i wasn’t able to make time for writing. i’m a bit rusty at this, but this is an extra long chapter and is mostly fluffy (at least, imo), so i hope you guys enjoyed it! we’re down to the last two (maybe three?) chapters of our story, which i hope you all will like :) see you then and thank you again for waiting!

Your relationship with Jamie did start getting better. Slowly, but surely. It wasn't the same as the past few months, though. That repair of your relationship was built on denial and was bound to come crashing down like it did.

You were still talking, but he wasn't coming over every weekend anymore. He was the one who suggested it too, so you wouldn't feel pressured to decide if you forgive him just yet. He wasn't pushing for an immediate answer either and he was making that clear with how he was acting.

He sometimes sends you a message just to check in and your replies were short, but not apathetic. You'd do the same too, usually after his matches, specifically when it ended on a loss, since most of them were as of recent. What was it, seven matches at this point?

The loss at the Man City game was especially painful, but after you saw the article about Zava's retirement, you had hoped that some part of Jamie was relieved about it all.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you hear Jamie knocking at your door. You open it and instantly get blinded by the light. "Fucking hell."

"Shit, sorry," Jamie exclaims, shutting off his headlamp. Once the light is gone, you finally get a clearer look at the footballer. He was in a grey hoodie which was starting to get all sweaty, and was currently jogging in place. "Went out for a workout with Roy before dinner, and we went pretty far. He already went home though."

You knew where Jamie lived and if he had run that entire length, you don't know how he's not passed out at your doorstep. "Congrats, I think. Why'd you pass by?"

"I wanted to see you," he answered, a little out of breath. You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't skip at that. "If that's not weird."

"No, it's not," you answered quickly, a smile creeping on your face. "D'you wanna come in? I made some pasta if you haven't eaten yet." You offer without thinking but don't retract it in any way. Things like these would help you bond again right? And after seeing Jamie give you a genuine smile and a soft look with his eyes, your worries instantly dissipate.

So now you're having dinner with Jamie and barely any words are spoken, until he mentions, "I'm going to Amsterdam in a couple of weeks. We're having a friendly against Ajax."

"Amsterdam?" Maybe you should've hidden the worry in your voice better.

As far as you know, Jamie had a complicated relationship with that place. You don't know what happened, never wanting to press for too many details, but the first time he went there with his dad, your best friend came home a shell of himself.

—

You headed over there the moment your mom told you he was back and while you half-expected Georgie to turn you away in case his dad was still there, what you ended up seeing was worse. You found Jamie lying down in his bed, just staring at his ceiling. When you called out to him, he made no move to acknowledge that he had heard you.

You were fourteen and uncomfortable with emotions, but you knew you needed to do something for him. You made multiple attempts to try and get a verbal response from Jamie, but it fell on deaf ears.

It was only when you asked if you could lie down next to him did he finally move. He turned to face the wall and his back towards you, but you didn't say anything about it. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him.

"If you don't want to talk about what happened, it's okay," you whispered. "I'll just stay here with you."

In one swift move, Jamie turned around and pulled you into a hug. It was almost instinct that you pulled him closer.

You don't really know how long you stayed like that, but it was long enough that you started to get sleepy and eventually drifted off. The next morning, you woke up in an empty bed. Your grogginess quickly turned into confusion.

It would've turned into panic soon if Jamie hadn't walked back into the room as he dried his hair with his towel.

"Oh, you're awake," He said softly. From his voice alone, you wouldn't have been able to tell that he spent that night crying, if not for the bags under his eyes betraying him. The swelling had gone down from the cold water, but the redness was still there.

You don't say anything at first, unsure of how to proceed. But Jamie breaks the tension by asking, "Do you wanna have breakfast before you go back? Smelled mum's cooking from the hallway.”

"Okay." Jamie pulls you up from the bed but doesn't let go of your hand as you head down the stairs. He squeezed it tightly as you walked into the kitchen, his own way of saying thank you.

—

That's how the two of you always were. Talking about your feelings was never a strong suit, but that didn't mean you weren't there for one another. It's how you dealt with hard times as kids, but maybe it was time to ditch that as adults. Or at the least, work on expressing yourselves better.

As if Jamie could read your mind, he gives you a reassuring look, "I don't really think about that trip anymore. Don't really remember much of it either. I just remember the second time. When we were 16 right?"

"Oh yeah," You chuckle at the reminder. Jamie's mom had planned a trip for the two of them to Amsterdam and your parents just happened to also be figuring our your own summer holiday plans.

The five of you spent a week there going on tours, visiting museums, and all the usual tourist activities. One of the pictures you still had of you and Jamie was one your dad took when you visited some tulip fields. Jamie had his arm around your waist and both of you were holding stroopwafels, impatiently waiting to eat them.

A group of old ladies passed by as the photo was being taken and thought you were a young couple, which both of you were quick to deny. Things were only awkward for about twenty minutes till Jamie started chasing after your stroopwafel because he had already finished his.

"That was pretty fun, wasn't it?"

"Mhm," Jamie says as he continues to eat. "I still remember all the facts you made me memorize. Might try and annoy Roy with them."

The two of you continued to talk that night and for the first time since that night in Nelson Road, being with Jamie didn't put a pit in your stomach. There was no longer a nagging voice in your head reminding you of the past or the rising feeling of resentment when he'd joke about the past few years. Instead, you were just content and happy to be there with him.

When you finished your meals, you suddenly got a waft of Jamie and almost gagged. "Oh my God, you definitely need to shower."

Jamie pulled his hoodie up to his nose and cringed. "Right. I guess I should head home now."

"No. I am not letting you out into the streets of London smelling like that. You can shower here," you offer and without giving Jamie a chance to respond, you start walking over to the bathroom.

Jamie lagged behind a bit but caught up as you pulled an extra towel from the cabinet. "You can go to the guest room for spare clothes. Dad leaves a bunch of them here when they come over. Oh, and slippers too if you want to give your feet a rest." The footballer gratefully takes the towel and heads into the bathroom.

When you hear the water start, you move to walk back to the living room when you pass by your bookshelf once again, the empty spaces between your books glaring at you. You head into your room and open your closet to pull out the pictures. You pick up the one from Amsterdam, from your graduation, and from your 10th birthday, and scatter them around the shelf.

You go get ready for bed and change into your pajamas before going back to the living room to wait for Jamie. After 30 minutes — or an episode and a half, — you hear him call out your name.

You find Jamie in the hallway in one of your dad's giant grey shirts and sweatpants. When you approach, he finally asks, "Have these always been here?"

He points towards the frames and you realize that despite the number of times Jamie's been in your flat, he's never looked at the top of your bookshelf.

"I put them there pretty recently." You admit before turning towards the footballer.

Jamie catches your eyes and seems to be debating whether to say something. He finally speaks up, "So I take it you've..." but he trails off, leaving you to finish it.

"I forgive you. Well, I think I’m starting to," you start. "I guess these past few months, I've been compartmentalizing my anger towards you and that wasn't fair. I know neither of us is particularly good at expressing our feelings, but we should've talked about this back when we saw each other again. That's my fault, I admit and I'm sorry. But I'm happy now, spending time with you and I don't have this sinking feeling that it'll all go to shit anymore. So yeah, I think I forgive you, Jamie."

You give him a wide smile and before you know it, Jamie wraps his arms around you tightly. Your smile only grows wider as you pull him closer.

This is what you've missed all these years. Being so comfortable and safe with Jamie, that him randomly hugging you doesn't take you by surprise anymore. You're content and happy. And you have Jamie, your Jamie, back.

He breaks apart from you and the two of you walk back to the living room, the sitcom still playing on the TV. You expected him to make his exit by now, but seeing as you've just made up, Jamie felt confident enough to stick around a bit longer. He takes a seat across from you on the couch. Maybe it was because he was fresh out of the shower and no longer wearing sticky clothes, but he felt freer than ever.

Jamie glanced down at his phone at notifications from the team group chat and suddenly remembered another reason why he passed by your apartment. "Are you doing anything Friday?"

The last time Jamie asked you that, it ended with one of the worst outbursts you've ever let out, but you tried not to be reminded of that. Besides, you trusted that he'd keep his word; he wouldn't break your heart once again.

"Not really. My lectures are all in the morning that day. Why?"

"There's this charity ball that my boss does every year and I was looking for a plus one," Jamie explained slowly, before turning to you to see your reaction. "If you want. You know, as friends."

You don't know what stunned you more: the way your heart swelled when Jamie asked you to go with him to an event or the sinking feeling that appeared when he added the 'as friends' part. All this tension and ghosting these past few weeks made you forget all about those pesky, jittery feelings that you still had for him, but now that the dust had settled, they were coming back.

You try to ignore it, just for this moment, and prepare to answer him. But the more you thought about this "charity gala," the more you realized what you were about to agree to.

"Wait, is this the thing where people bid on football players for dates?" You remember seeing an article on it a few years back where three women got into a bidding war for Jamie. "Fucking hell, if you're just doing this to stage another bidding war for you, then—"

"No! 'Course not! You kept saying before how you want a reason to dress up!" Jamie's quick to defend himself and you fall back into your seat. "Plus, I can't have Richard setting me up on yet another disastrous date, I just can't."

You say nothing, absorbing his plea, but then watch as Jamie's expression turns mischievous. He teasingly asks, "Why? Would you actually bid on me? You're already spending time with me for free." He playfully elbows you and you take in a whiff of the lavender-scented body wash you kept in the guest bathroom.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms. "Christ, and they should be paying me for it, too." You reply, but you avoid eye contact with Jamie knowing how easily you'd break into laughter if you did.

"Fine, I'll go with you." You finally agree and before Jamie can celebrate your response, you add on. "But, you owe me a date, too. To Liv's wedding."

Jamie takes a second to reply, and you worry your usage of the word "date" threw him off. But quickly enough, his mischievous smile returns and he agrees, "Alright, it's a deal."

Neither of you mention the gala again till Jamie finally decides he has to get going — "It'll be worse for me if Roy gets to my house and I'm not there," — and says he'll send you the formal invite when he gets home.

It only sinks in when you're getting ready for bed that you're actually going to a formal gala. With Jamie. As his (friendly) date. Next week. What a way to start the new era of your friendship, right?

You wonder how exactly he'd introduce you to the rest of the people there. As his childhood friend? His date? Every option made you feel jittery inside, and you have a hard time accepting that it's possible you're falling for Jamie once again.

The first time you ever found him attractive was at the ripe age of 16, after locking eyes with him when he was celebrating one of his team's wins. It was that summer of growth spurts and you started to see what everyone else did; Jamie Tartt, your best friend, was fucking fit. It only took a year till you fully accepted it, but ultimately decided to never act on it. Well, aside from that one time, which neither of you brought up again after the morning after.

It took another two years before you gave up on those feelings and buried them deep down, or at least tried to. But allowing Jamie's friendship back into your life brought those feelings back up to the surface.

So, the week went by quickly and you were now waiting in your apartment in a cropped silk camisole, high-waisted black trousers, and wedge heels that Liv let you borrow, pacing a hole into your floor. All you did with your hair was pin the side bangs away from your face and you hope that's enough.

You hear a knock on your door and you almost trip on the bottom of your pants to open it. You find Jamie in an almost identical outfit to the one he used for his date before, except in a different color. His hair had been slicked back, reminiscent of his older hairstyle but the highlights made the look pop more.

When his eyes land on you, Jamie takes a second to scan you before exclaiming, "Fucking hell."

With a teasing tone to try and make yourself feel more at ease, you ask, "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Jamie looks back up at your eyes and smiles, "You look great." You don't detect a hint of banter from the guy which makes you feel warm inside, until he adds, "Though, I half expected you to wear your dress from our year 12 formal."

"Jamie, I swear I can still find something else to do tonight." You threaten but are unable to stop the smile creeping up on your face.

Jamie just chuckles and takes hold of your hand as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "Come on," He realizes what he's just done and pauses to see your reaction, but when you tighten your grip on his hand, he continues, "Need to get there early so they don't swarm me for pictures." You roll your eyes as the two of you head out of the building.

You actually did get to the venue quite early, since the photographers were still setting up the booth and so the two of you walk over to two ladies, one of whom you recognize as Keeley Jones. After he introduces you, — as his friend and plus one, no mention of the word "date" — you soon find out that the taller one is Rebecca Welton, the owner of AFC Richmond.

"Wow, so you two practically control Jamie's career. Blink twice if you need me to take him off your hands." You lean in towards the two of them but speak loud enough for Jamie to hear and he pulls you back to his side as you laugh. The two women chuckle and share a look between them that you don’t know them well enough to understand, so instead you brush it off.

Jamie gets called for photos and Rebecca leaves to greet the guests heading inside the venue, so you're left standing with the PR manager of the team. As you watch Jamie cycle through various poses, Keeley leans in to ask you, "So, how long have you known him?"

"Well, I met Jamie when I was seven, but when I went off to uni and he joined Man City, we kind of drifted apart and didn't really talk for the next few years." That was basically the truth, anyway. "But I went to one of the Richmond games and we bumped into each other."

"Well, I'm glad the two of you met again. Honestly, Jamie's become much more tame recently. He hasn't had any Twitter feuds or issues in weeks. Makes my job a lot easier." You chuckle, knowing that instead of fighting back, Jamie ends up just complaining about it to you. She adds, "You must be a good influence on him."

"People have been saying exactly that since we were kids, so maybe it is true." You reply and Keeley gives you a wide grin.

When you head into the venue, there are already a few guests settling down in the area. You recognize some of them as footballers, — both from AFC Richmond and other teams, even some retired ones — business owners who are trying out being philanthropists, and people you've seen on magazine covers.

You were less uncomfortable than you expected because everyone's attention was on Jamie. You stood by him while he greeted a bunch of people and continued to introduce you as his plus one. You hated crowds when you were kids and Jamie knew that, so he'd always check on you if you wanted to go to your seats ahead of him. You'd shake your head every time because you've already had years to get over that fear. Plus, everyone had been nice so far and more polite than you expected rich people to be.

Everyone finally decides to leave Jamie alone and the two of you head to your table, where some of his teammates are already seated and chatting amongst themselves. You recognized them immediately: Sam Obisanya, Dani Rojas, Isaac McAdoo, Colin Hughes, and Richard Montlaur. Without Jamie even having to introduce you to them, Dani had already asked what your name was.

“What a lovely name! I’m Dani.” You shake the hand he offered you, as the other players start to welcome you as well. They were so warm and kind, that it’s no wonder Jamie had gotten so much better during his time at Richmond. It seemed their energy was so infectious that it was rubbing off on Jamie.

Though, it could be a bit overwhelming too, as they all wanted to have a conversation with you. Someone had asked, “Tell me more about growing up with Jamie,” while someone else chimed in, “Do you think there’s a correlation between your genes and how well you can shoot a penalty? Because Colin here…” and somewhere in the mix, you hear, “That’s a lovely bag you have. Where’d you get that?”

While Jamie was enjoying watching his favorite person interact with his favorite group of people, he started to notice how tense you were becoming, despite the plastered smile on your face. He reached out to grab your hand as he interrupts all the conversations with, “Alright, alright, I think the programs about to start. Let’s stop bothering my date for now, yeah?”

Date. The word alone sent chills down your spine. Even more so when you turned to look him in the eyes, and he had a look of concern that only you could’ve detected. You breathe a sigh of relief and give him a comforting look, which allows him to relax, too.

You both turn towards the stage as Rebecca, along with Ted, their coach, walk up to the mic. They start with the basic pleasantries, thanking everyone for coming, with Ted’s occasional funny chime-ins. As they segue into the auction itself, you can hear your own table come back to life. The teammates started to tease one another when Colin turns to you, “Oi, looks like you’ll have to put up a fight for Jamie tonight.” He nods towards the table behind yours, and you spot a familiar looking lady, smiling at the man beside you. It’s only when Jamie groans that you realize who it is: the old woman who was one of three people in Jamie’s “bidding war” two years ago.

“Oh my god,” you’re unable to stifle your laughter and instead turn away to try and hide it. “You know what, I think I’m fine going home alone, Jamie. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone off at a party to get lucky, so go have fun!” You tease him, but instead, he turns to you with a desperate look in his eyes.

“Please, don’t do this to me, (Y/N). Make sure you win.”

You scoff and lean in, “Who says I’m even bidding tonight? I’m not even tenured, Jamie. How much money do you think I have?”

Jamie pleads once more, “Please. I’ll pay you back in full and you can pick all the movies we watch for the rest of the month. Anything, come on.” You sigh and finally give in to his puppy dog eyes.

You give him a slight nod and he quietly thanks you, as Ted starts to introduce the team. “Let’s start the auction with one of our striking strikers, Mr. Jamie Tartt!”

Jamie gets up and walks over to the stage, and it’s only then you realize he had been holding your hand this entire time.

Ted rests a comforting hand on his shoulder, but before Richmond’s coach can even start the bidding, you hear a loud voice behind you exclaim, “Five thousand pounds!”

You have to hold in your chuckle as you turn to Jamie who is now desperately staring at you. You raise your paddle high enough and shout, “Six thousand pounds!”

“Oh, and another bid from Mr. Tartt’s lovely date tonight. Can anyone match that, do I hear seven thousand?” The lady once again raises her paddle.

“Eight thousand!” You exclaim once more, as Jamie lets out a sigh of relief.

This back and forth goes on for a while, up until the final bid (from you, unfortunately) of fifteen thousand pounds. The football player finally allows himself to relax and with one final slap on the back from his coach, makes his way back to you.

“Thank you,” he whispers, squeezing your shoulder as he gives you a quick hug and sits down. You playfully roll your eyes, but give him a small smile back. A few more rounds of bidding take place until Jamie leans back into you. “You feel like going on that date now?”

You turn to him confused, “Like, right now? We’re in the middle of the program.”

Jamie shrugs, “We’re done with our part now and gave out a good amount for the charity. Most of them won’t even notice us leave, come on,” He takes hold of your hand, and as if on cue, activating those butterflies in your stomach, yet again. “Unless you want to bid on someone else tonight, which in that case, I didn’t know you had that in you.”

You roll your eyes but eventually agree. You say your short goodbyes to everyone at the table and Jamie leads you to Rebecca and Ted, who, after Coach Beard — you believed his name was? — had taken over for him, was currently gorging on the appetizers.

“Hey boss, Ted, we’re heading out early, but see you both on Monday.” Jamie quickly explains, still not having let go of your hand. You’re starting to wonder if he’ll ever notice or has just grown used to it like he was before.

“That’s no problem, Jamie, see you and thank you for coming!” Rebecca directed that last comment towards you and you give her a big smile. But his coach wipes his mouth with his table napkin and stands up to greet you anyway.

“Well, I can’t let you go off yet without introducing me to this lovely lady.” Ted reaches out to shake your hand and you take it quickly before he leans to whisper to Jamie, but loud enough for you to hear. “Is this her?”

“Jamie Tartt, do you talk about me to your coach?” You ask teasingly, but instead of his usual reaction of fake annoyance, he turns away shyly.

Ted replies for him instead, saying, “Oh well, not all the time. I usually have to pry it out of him, too.” He nudges the football player, who finally decides that it is definitely time for you two to leave. He leads you out of there and the pair of you walk back to his car in a comfortable silence.

You may not have realized it till now, but the inside of the venue was the stuffiest place you’ve been to in a while. Sure, the people were nice, but the mixing of colognes and posh accents was starting to get to you. Before you can thank Jamie for getting you out of there, he’s rifling around his jacket for something.

“I, uh, found something in some of my old stuff. Was planning to give it to you before we left, but I… got distracted,” you try and ignore the warm feeling creeping up on your cheeks as he says that and instead watch Jamie turn back towards you, pull out your hand, and place an item on your palm. “Here.”

You look down to find a small plastic ring with a “gem” in an obnoxious pink color. You chuckle as you’re reminded of the toy rings Jamie would give you on your birthday as kids, till you realize… you’ve been missing one of them since you moved out.

“Wait, is this…” You start and look back up at Jamie, who has a sheepish look on his face. Definitely doesn’t fit him.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you because well, we weren’t really talking all these years, but I went by your house a few days before you left for uni, but you weren’t home and so I went to your room and saw that lined up with the rest of them on your drawer. I thought you were crazy for keeping them all those years, and I wanted to mess with you, so I… took one of them, hoping you’d notice. You never did though, so now I look kinda stupid.” He explained guiltily, but you could only laugh.

“I thought it just fell into the trash when I was moving out. If you wanted me to notice you taking something, you should’ve taken my shoes or something. Why the ring?” You lean onto the side of his car, and Jamie joins you on your right.

He shrugs and swipes his hair back, “I don’t know. We were going our separate ways and you were going all the way to Wales for so long. I realized it was going to be a while before we saw each other again. I thought, maybe if you’d realize it was missing and wanted to go looking for it, you’d always have a reason to go back to me.”

You feel a heavy weight on your chest as the last part sinks in. After everything that’s happened, it had never occurred to you that even at one point, Jamie was afraid of losing you too.

You sit in that silence for a while before you decide to rest your head on Jamie’s shoulder, in one way telling him, I would always go back to you. He got the message.

“I know it doesn’t go with your usual outfit choices now, but I just thought you’d want it back anyway.” He whispers, causing a smile to form on your face.

“Thank you, Jamie.” You look back up at him, his face softening at the sight of yours. “You wanna go on that date now?” You straighten back up and take his hand in yours this time. “What does the legendary Jamie Tartt have planned for this one?”

Jamie looks around and spots a bike rental on the other side of the car park. You didn’t even have to ask to know what he was thinking. “Race you back to that ice cream shop across your flat. Last one there has to pay.”

“What kind of date is that, Tartt?!” You exclaim, as he drags you across the street.

If there’s one thing you knew about Jamie, it was that he was a sore loser. So after you dropped your bikes in front of your flat and were massaging your calves waiting for your sundaes, this may have been the happiest you’ve seen him lose at something in your whole life.

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sshadowritestoriess · 2 years ago

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HELLOOOO im in love with the way you write our beloved rama 😭

i just wanted to know ur hcs about him beginning to realize he feels more about the reader than just friendship and/or how he deals with the first buds of sinful thoughts about their dear human friend? 👀

HI tysm!! Ramattra definitely has my attention hahaha. Sorry this is so long!! I just like writing 😂

Ramattra realizing his feelings

Earning his friendship was a hard enough task on his own. He never made that easy for you, or for anyone of flesh and blood

As much hatred as he has for humanity, he doesn’t outright assume all humans are evil. He understands there is still good in its kind, it’s just a matter of knowing who he is safe to drop his guard around when having more acute interactions

And this is a process he has the utmost forbearance for. As long as a person can express patience with him, then he is more than willing to allow himself to be understood by a human peer

You were probably one of the most respectful humans he had personally interacted with. Your kindness made for a strong first impression, especially in the way you had greeted him as any other person, looked upon him with no surprise in your eyes as if he had just been anyone else. Not a killer. Not a terrorist.

Still, for the ongoing weeks he kept his distance the more he had found himself in the same room as you, assuming his same process of determining whether your behavior was a front or not.

He was as kind to you as you were to him, which made things a little confusing on your end. You weren’t oblivious— you know who he is, and such a name as Ramattra came with a complex reputation. He’s certain he began addressing you as a ‘friend’ the moment you’d inquired why people thought him as ‘cold’

“You’ve been real nice to me,” you’d said, mirth in your tone, “I’m not just getting special treatment, am I?”

It wasn’t the first lighthearted joke you’d made in his presence, but it was the first he’d laughed at. He knew it wasn’t a question that needed answering, and so he didn’t. You were smart enough to assume the reason for rumor

Quickly, you both became close. (Well, ‘quick’ being you set the record for “fastest human to earn Ramattra’s trust”. It took fourteen weeks, but neither of you were counting.)

He was content to admit he admired you, respect drastically outweighing his contempt for what you were. It felt nice, to see you through blurred lines— he felt he finally understood, for just a moment, the bond that his brothers back at the monastery were trying to protect

But the more Ramattra grew to know you, the more he shared about himself. Which, tends to be a normal exchange between friends, certainly. Of the others he would dare call ‘friends’ before you, this wasn’t out of the ordinary

Yet when he would speak too much about himself with you, he felt shame. Embarrassment. He would wonder to himself at times if he should have shared certain things, and worried of your opinion

It made him pull back for a while, and was relieved you remained as patient as you’d always been. You made sure he was fine and he’d kindly dismissed you, to which you respectfully backed off and simply told him you were here if he needed

But… then when he was given the space he asked for, he became somewhat angry with himself. Now he just missed you, but felt so under pressure to be in your presence. It was frustrating.

You knew whatever problem he was facing had to be because of you, since he had told you just a few days ago that he preferred a little distance for now— but here he sat across the room from you, scrolling through lists of weaponry concepts to decide on what to work on next, inquiring your opinion of colors, of all things.

There came a day that Ramattra had a run in with a particularly violent human gang, of whom he’d shown little mercy for after they dealt the first strike— he should have swung the moment one of the strangers drawled about wearing his face as a trophy, “-after I reduce ya to nuts-n-bolts,” they’d said. A pitiful drop of confidence quickly lost into the newly reddened asphalt of the nearest alley

You caught him marching down a corridor, and it finally hit Ramattra like a truck when you’d approached him to make sure he was fine

He didn’t bleed red, you knew this. And something in him clicked when you immediately assumed him the victim, placing careful hands on his chest as you observed him for damage

Oh, he liked you. A lot. Had any other person of flesh approached him, he would have demanded solitude with a killing accusatory tone, a wordless threat of violence if his needs were not met.

But you had came to him, and he was more than relieved that you had. Just seeing you again, he realized why he hadn’t hit his attackers first.

“Are you attempting to domesticate me?” He had blurted, watching you curl your hand into the hem of your shirt and wipe the blood from his fingers. He takes in your baffled expression with a hidden affection- and yet again, feeling awkward for such a poor joke with little context. He fought himself on whether to explain, but decided better of it.

Understanding then why he felt so drawn to you, he felt somewhat justified in why he additionally felt like such a fool in your presence.

He hadn’t intended to feel this way about you, it couldn’t be helped. You hit many marks that he found objectively attractive.

He would spend the next few days observing you to thoroughly analyze his feelings toward you— to which you felt like a specimen being studied with how he kept tossing prolonged stares in your direction

He didn’t mean to appear like a creep, and he ended up feeling so much worse when you finally confronted his “quiet ogling”

“I— I was not,” he’d say defensively, and relaxed quickly when you laughed. “You are merely a fascinating subject to observe, is it so offensive that I watch?”

“Are you calling me pretty?”

“No.” He quickly bites, then immediately froze as he regretting saying it so harshly. He doubles back, “But, I do not mean—“ a pause, “You are fine as you are. But that is not what I was saying.”

Ogling. He was ashamed to find himself doing just that so soon after the amused accusation

The way you smirk before telling a joke, he’d mishear your jest when he was so focused on the way your mouth moved, and imagined running his thumb over your lips

When he’d find you closer to morning, he loved to catch you stretching your arms above your head. Your shirt would ride upward and reveal a bit of your navel while your upper half trembled into the stretch. He wanted to put his hands there, too.

He stole an opportunity to knead at your shoulder once when you complained about being sore from a prior activity, everting inside him lurching with humiliation when you settled comfortably into his lap.

An innocent gesture, sat between his legs while you accepted his kindness— though a deceptive offer, for he had just wanted a reason to have you this close.

He stared hard at your neck, gaze dropping to peer beneath your collar. It was dreadful. But he wouldn’t restrain himself, entirely glad he had a stationary face.

He’d pull at the cables of his mane when he was by himself, shaking his head and his fists at himself for this unrighteous behavior. Being away from you was worse, left alone with unrestrained thoughts of the things he could do to you

And oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

But you were a friend. A human. He was an omnic, and certainly not one built for… that kind of activity.

But then again, he was not made with life in mind, either. As far as he saw it, he could do whatever he wanted with the privilege of having agency

And that has resulted in relieving himself of these indecent thoughts when he shut himself into his quarters, blessed with the ability to create vivid images of what you would look like beneath him.

These solemn hours of the night should be reserved for meditation, and pondering his next move. But now he’s been reduced to touching himself with you in mind, pulling at delicate wires that were not meant to be tempered with.

Imagining you there. Evoking hypothetical risk by trusting you with his body.

But he hadn’t even made his feelings known to you yet. Hell, he couldn’t imagine a situation where he would without it complicating everything, or making you distant.

He knew he was the least likely candidate to end up in a cross-species relationship. So for now, he’d just relish in your friendship

And if ever you hint at wanting to take things a step further, you would find Ramattra quite eager to advance.

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smellystars · 9 months ago

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Game Night

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Jonathan did not want too eat too much before he arrived at his friend’s apartment to watch the game, but he was hungry enough he could not hold back from stopping at the pizza shop downtown for a quick bite.

“I’ll have two peperoni slices and canned soda please” he told the cashier, a skinny young man behind the counter.

“Wanna add a dessert? Our cheesecake is pairs well with it”

“Ah why not, I will have that too”

The cashier put on gloves and put the two grease slices on a paper plate, grabbed a prepackaged cheesecake from a fridge from under the counter and handed it over along the can of soda to Jonathan, who thanked him and after paying hurried to an empty table to gobble down his food and head to his friend’s place quickly. He then munched down on pizza slices, the grease slobbering around his lips, swallowing a lot of air as he seemed to be eating quicker than ever before. Not feeling the need to be patient, he opened the cheesecake box and proceed to devour it as well, occasionally washing it down his soda.

BBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPP

A loud burp announced that he was down with his meal, loud of enough for the cashier to hear it. Suddenly the delicious smell of pizza got overpowered by the smell of Jonathan’s belch, and as he got up to leave he looked over at the cashier, who had a disgusted face and was covering his nose.

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As he was about to enter his friend’s apartment, he felt a growl in his stomach, which had been giving him trouble ever since he left the pizza place. The didn’t even need to knock when Edgar, his friend opened the door with a concerned look.

“Bro how did you know I was here”

“That loud ass growl you made, are you okay?”

“My bad, my stomach is acting up a bit”

Jonathan made himself comfortable in the living room with the three other dudes who were already there. As time passed and they continued watching the soccer match, his stomach problems made themselves known with loud a rumble in his belly and strange, sharp pain radiating through his nave. Jonathan’s face went from red with embarrassment to pale in discomfort and sweat droplets began forming on his forehead.

“Dude are you good?” asked Leo, one of his friends teasing him

“Yes…. just gassy” Jonathan answered, fighting to keep the storm in.

“Dude let it rip, you know I do it all the time” replied his other friend

“Dude not in my living room” responded Edgar

The conversation devolved into his friends teasing one another, debating on who farted the most on the group and joking around who was the grossest, that was until Jonathan interrupted.

“Sorry bros”

“Hahaha, Don’t sweat it dude, it was not even lou-......YO WHAT THE FUCK!!!”

The smell of raw sewage assaulted everyone’s nostrils, Jonathan himself jumped off the couch coughing, Edgar and Leo following soon after. One of the guys who was sitting on the chair next to him covered his as they watered up from the stench.

“FUCK I CAN”T HOLD IT” Jonathan screamed. He was embarrassed for sure, but the buildup was so bad he had no choice but to let out a beast of a fart.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

A 20 second roar exited Jonathan’s asshole and roared throught the apartment, it was loud enough for the neighbors to feel their wall vibrate and the sound to echo through the hallway. The gas contaminated the apartment, Jonathan’s friends gagging on the stench, even Edgar and shocked at the horror taking place.

Jonathan could feel how the fart made his shorts reverberate. Holding on to his belly and with a pained expression he sat down on the couch from the exhausting of pushing out such a huge fart, but his gas wasn’t done just yet.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Jonathans cheeks gave way to a second, 40 second eruption whose smell now had a hint of rotten eggs. His friends who were trying to make it to the door fell to the floor gagging. The stench began to seep into the halfway and into the apartments on the floor. Unsuspecting people in their homes we looking for the souce of the stench, was it something spoiled in the fridge? The trash left uncovered?

Back in Edgar’s apartment, Jonathan squirmed in pain on the couch as one of his friends managed to open the door, but it was too late, as soon as they opened the door they all collapsed unconscious to the ground. But with the open door the gas now had somewhere to escape, flooding the hallway.

The gas in the apartment was not the only one wanting out. Jonathan could feel the gas in him pushing out for an exit. Bringing his knees up to his chest he allowed for a third blast to exit his rear.

PRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

A loud boom, almost a minute in length, and with enough power to undo the fabric of the couch and to make the walls and the floor shake. Many people ran out of their apartments only to immediately fall to ground coughing as they were greeted with the foul stench of the hallway. The gas exiting through Jonathan’s rear continued to fill the hallway, seemingly pushing out all the oxygen and beginning to move into the other floors.

There was more gas trapped inside him, Jonathan could feel it. Keeping his knees close to his chest, he moaned as the huge fart approached his rear exit.

PRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Nearly four minutes long, and with enough force to shake not only the floor the apartment was on, but the entire 5 story building, and with enough gas to fill up every single floor with the toxic fumes. All kinds of nasty smells, sewage, rotten eggs, onions, sauerkraut, choked the building occupants. People on the first few floors screamed as they ran out of the building, while people on the upper floors began dropping to the floor as they were trying to evacuate.The gas itself began dissipating out of the building and into the city, where people close to the epicenter panicked thinking a chemical attack was taking place.

Jonathan sighed, that must have been all the gas he thought, until a tiny, almost impossible to hear burp scaped mouth. He relaxed his posture a bit while sitting on the couch, which now had a hole in the fabric where he was sitting, and looked around. Picture frames broken on the floor, the tv with a cracked screen, house plants wilted and the paint on the wall peeling. He was his friend laying unconscious on the floor and could hear havoc outside the building, with police, firetruck and ambulance sirens blaring through the city streets and people screaming as they rushed to get away from the epicenter of the disaster.

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jungkookslipring · 7 months ago

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Heyy! Love your tk fics! Could i request a lee seonghwa, ler yeosang? You can choose the plot/storyline etc... I don't think i see the seonghwa/yeosang dynamic enough...

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AHHHH

Summary: Yeosang is exhausted and is in need of some cuddles. His oldest brother is willing to provide just that and more.

Pairings: Lee! Yeosang, Ler! Seonghwa

Relationship: Platonic

Side note! I tried to do my research to see who rooms with who and I got a lot of different answers so lets pretend everyone has their own room even though I know they don't hahaha.

Sleepy Sangie

Once all 8 of the guys got home, they kicked off their shoes and didn’t even try to fight for who got to shower first. Practice kicked every single one of their butts today. After an hour it was lights out and everyone was in bed snoring, except for one. Yeosang.

The young one tossed and turned in his bed and as much as he was tired, he couldn't slip into dreamland as quick as everyone else. He has too much on his mind and he was frustrated he couldn't turn his brain off. Yeosang wasn’t one to initiate cuddles, but after today, he had a strong urge to just be held. Everyone in the group, even the younger ones encouraged him to come to them for anything, understanding how shy he could be. Worrying that Seonghwa might be asleep, he oh so carefully knocked on the door, enough to where someone could hear but didn't want to be too loud. There was a questionable “hmm?” on the other end of the door, and Yeosang took that as permission to walk in.

“Hi hyungie,” Yeosang whispered. Seonghwa sat up in his bed.

“is everything alright?” He asked the 99 liner. Yeosang nodded.

“yah im fine, I just wanted to ask if i could maybe cuddle with you?” He asked shyly. Seonghwa’s heart warmed at that.

“Of course Sangie, get in here,” he said as he lifted up the covers. Yeosang walked over to the bed and slowly got under, pushing his way towards the middle where Seonghwa made room. The oldest threw an arm around Yeosang’s waist and an arm under his neck. The younger one cuddled up to his hyung and let out a sigh.

“Sleepy?” Seonghwa asked. Yeosang nodded with his eyes closed.

“Are you sure there’s nothing bothering you?” He asked as he rubbed a hand over his waist, causing Yeosang to twitch a little.

“I guess I’m just worn out from work. It’s nothing extreme I’m just more tired than usual, and it’s getting a little harder to sleep,” Yeosang whispered. Seonghwa nodded as he rubbed his waist again, Yeosang giggling slightly. Seonghwa realized what he did.

“Oh I’m sorry Sangie that wasn't intentional,” he said chuckling to himself, aware of how ticklish Yeosang was. Sangie blushed at that and snuggled further into Seonghwa’s hold. The older one decided an alternative and chose to rub his back so it wouldn’t tickle the younger one as much. Yeosang sighed but would occasionally giggle when Seonghwa would either use his nails to scratch his bare lower back or accidentally stray too close to his side. Yeosang giggled more and more when Seonghwa kept up with these actions.

“I think I know how we can get you to sleep,” Seonghwa sang when Yeosang rolled onto his side to face his hyung. Small giggles started bubbling from his mouth when a hand started scratching over his tummy. He curled upon himself and hid his face in Seonghwa’s neck, trying to be as quiet as possible but the more he suppressed his giggles the more ticklish it became. Yeosang’s arm was still under his body so the one free arm he had was used to cover up his face, grateful Seonghwa couldn’t see how flustered he was.

“Awww let me see that cute face Sangie,” Seonghwa cooed while propping himself on his elbows, pulling Yeosang’s arm away from his face. Yeosang giggled louder when his arm was pinned to his chest, and a sneaky hand gently squeezed his exposed side.

“Is Sangie getting attacked from the tickle monster?” Seonghwa said doing his best aegyo. Yeosang’s sweet giggles filled the room as he squirmed as much as he could on Seonghwa’s bed. He scrunched his eyes shut and hid is face in Seonghwa’s shoulder when fingers wiggled on his torso again.

“So cute,” Seonghwa smirked. He decided to use two hands and latched onto the boy’s sides, eliciting a squeal from Yeosang and another flow of loud giggles that he so desperately tried to muffle behind his closed lips now that none of his hands were free. Once Seonghwa decided Yeosang had enough, he let off and rubbed his tummy with his palm, a content sigh leaving the younger's lips.

"Thank you, Hyung, love you," murmured Yeosang as he was already half asleep. Seonghwa smiled and pulled the younger one close.

"Love you too, Sangie."

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almost-blondee · 2 months ago

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Hello!

Could you do a social butterfly!Narancia (Jojo) and very introverted Reader?

Like Reader just spends their free time either at home or library. And Narancia is dragged to that library by Fugo, he's just there to grab some books and Narancia is not happy to be there until he sees Reader.

Have a good day!

Lucky Day

Narancia x introverted!reader

Fluff, Day at the library

Word count: 1.4k

So this is my first time doing requests, so hopefully this is okay. I’m worried that i kinda strayed off topic or it’s kinda too all over the place. but hopefully this is somewhat close to what you’d like

Also please don’t mind spelling or grammar error i tried to find them all but i may have missed some, Thank you and enjoy!!!

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“You know Narancia you’re never going to get smarter if you don’t try” Fugo tries to somewhat encourage the other young male. “ugghhhh, i’ve heard this like a million times…” He responds while trudging along. It just so happens that they were on their way to the library to pick up some books for Fugo. However Fugo took it as a chance to pressure the boy to pick up his slack.

“i’m only coming with you cuz’ you promised me some snacks…” Narancia hesitantly added. They were now nearing the library and Narancia was dreading just sitting in there waiting for Fugo, never mind all the useless knowledge he would hear after Fugo picked up his books. Usually when this happened Narancia would sit somewhere in the library and wait while Fugo would find his books. Every so often he would lay his eyes on a certain someone. Narancia didn’t know anything about them, not even their name. He was just so enthralled with watching the way they were. As he was entering the library he caught himself wondering if you would happen to be there. After all it seemed you liked to spend most of your time at the library, you were there every time he was, and that was next to none.

“okay Narancia, just go sit where you usually do, i’ll try to be quick.”

“ yeah sure whatever you say that every time” Narancia mumbles under his breath while walking towards his usual table.

Just as he was about to slouch down into his usual chair, he had noticed that someone was sitting at his table. His first thought was to threaten this person to make them move, that was until you looked up from your book, to see him staring at you. As soon as he realized it was you, the intimidating look on his face disappeared being replaced with a softer one. Narancia thought to himself that he must be the luckiest man alive. He slyly walked to the chair across from you and sat down. You try your hardest to focus back on the book in front of you knowing that talking to strangers wasn’t really your thing. However, you could quite literally feel him staring at you. So, you’d have to look up at some point. So you did exactly that. You slowly brought your eyes up to see his face, shining so bright you’d almost reached for the blinds.

“Hi, I’m Narancia, Nice to meet you! I’ve seen you here lots!” He said almost immediately after you had looked up. Not really expecting him to be so forward you immediately averted your eyes to think of something to say. Unfortunately for you, he didn’t even let you get a thought in and continued talking.

“It seems like you like to come here, is that right? have you ever seen me around. I mean probably not. you’re always pretty focused on the books you’re reading” He borderline shouts at you.

you manage to compose your self.

“ um… yes i have seen you a couple times. Do you also like coming to the library?” You ask at an attempt to make conversation. Truth is, you have seen him around, how could you not, he was always so loud when coming to the library. Very vocally complaining about how long his friend was taking. so you sorta already knew the answer to your question.

“HAHAHA, good one…” Narancia says as he pretends to wipe a tear from his eye. “ I’m only here because my buddy Fugo apparently ‘needs someone to come pick up his books with him’. He obnoxiously says while using finger quotations. “oh, i see…” You say, not really knowing how else to respond.

“yup, he always babbling on about how i need to get smarter and actually care about my education yata yata.” He readjusts the way he’s sitting. “ but you know it’s not so bad coming here if i get to see you.” he then throws in a wink, hoping that will win you over.

you were again taken aback by his forwardness and immediately you can feel your face heat up, you don’t do so well with compliments. Especially from someone who you’d like to say was attractive.

“i’m just teasing although i wouldn’t mind if we could meet here more often, just the two of us of course.”

Now thinking to yourself that he is relentless, you can’t help but chuckle at his attempt of flirting. You wouldn’t mind spending sometime with him if it meant getting to know each other better. you had been quite interested in him since you first saw him, wondering why he hated the library so much.

“Um, yeah i’ll have to think on that one. we have only just met.” you say quietly, unsure if he could even hear you.

“Well how about we talk a little more then you can tell me your answer, yeah?” he retorts looking at you like a puppy, if he had a tail you’re sure it would be wagging.

“Okay, sure” you simply say, looking down at your watch. Only now realizing that it was almost time for your shift to start. You say you had about 10 minutes give or take. So you decided to humour the boy sitting across from you.

You watched as he rambled on about something as simple as his favourite snacks, he was basically having a conversation with him self. Expect from the occasional “hmm” “i see” “nice” from you. By the time he was ready to ask you what your favourite snacks were you were slowly packing up and getting ready to leave. Narancia noticed this, and inquired. “ you have somewhere to be?” his eyebrow slightly raising. he was staring at you so intensely you were almost afraid to say yes.

you reluctantly told him that you had a shift at the café down the street and usually came here to kill sometime before clocking in.

“ ooohh, so you work at the café huh, That’s good to know” He now has a huge smile on his face, again you now are looking for the blinds. You had a feeling he was going to be up to no good. “ yes, so i’m sorry to cut our time short, maybe we could talk another time.” you say now starting the motion to get up. By the time you have stood up and slowly made your way to the door Narancia had followed you the whole way. “ So your saying if i see you here next time we could have another chat? Or even better, i could ask you out to someplace more fun?” usually you’d be apposed to such offers however, this boy in front of you seemed to genuinely want to get to know you. You couldn’t let him down now. “ i suppose so yes, that would be okay” you answered. “ i’ll be on my way now. Good bye Narancia.” you swiftly left with your bag in hand. Narancia watched your figure disappear, then realizing he hadn’t even got your name, nor your number. how was he supposed to contact you now? he sadly made his way back to his table, he did slouch down this time, upset that he got so excited he forgot the whole reason he went over to you. Feeling dejected. he rested his head in his hands and decided to wait for Fugo.

A couple minutes later He could hear footsteps, assuming them to be Fugo. He instinctively sighed loud on purpose so he’d ask ‘what’s wrong’.

low and behold Fugo could be heard asking “What’s wrong Narancia, it’s not like you to look so dejected.”

“i fumbled”

“what…” was all Fugo said back with a disgusted look on his face.

“Are you sure you fumbled, this piece of paper tells me differently” That was Fugo for you, quickly figuring out the scenario like nothing.

Narancia whips his head up wondering what paper Fugo is talking about. As he looked at Fugo his eyes flickered down to the paper in between Fugos pointer and middle finger. Clearly in the position to hand it to him.

Narancia grabbed the paper more desperately than he would have liked and Fugo just scoffed.

The note read

(xxx-xxx-xxxx)

My name is (y/n) by the way…

Narancia was over the moon, he couldn’t believe he managed to get the number of someone so enthralling. Now he was jumping and hugging Fugo, thanking him for bringing him to the library.

“ Hey Fugo next time can we go to the Café down the street?? what do you think?”

Let’s just say you gained a new regular that day, both at the Cafe and in your life.

almost-blondee

#narancia x reader #jjba #jjba x reader #jjba part 5 #narancia ghirga #jojo narancia #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #pannacotta fugo

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assortedvillainvault · 7 months ago

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Hello! If it's okay to request/ask, headcannon of TFA Blitzwing (each of his personalities) x Reader? Reader has a split or multiple personality. Kinda like Jekyll and Hyde (but sometimes a softie w/ close/loved ones, family/friends), if you're familiar with it. Can be Romantic and/or platonic…

(Gender-neutral/Female) Reader's a human and they aren't involved with any cybertronians situations…

(PS. Thank you if you answer this! if not, I'll enjoy your stuff either way.)

Hi Anon! I’ve been thinking about this one for a while! Sorry for the wait, I have a little bit of history with DID (as in I don’t suffer personally, but have been close with others that do), so wanted to get this one right. Blitwing was unironically a comfort character originally due to said struggles and trying to strike a balance between ‘funky space-german giant robot villain’ and ‘this is a serious real life condition with a lot of misinformation and prejudices’ can get a tad challenging.

Anyhoo, Long post alert. DID is discussed but no real warnings for this one. Lets go!

Blitzwing x DID!Reader

- DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) results in humans having multiple, distinct personalities – from as few as 3 or 4 (like our favourite triplechanger) to up to 100 in some cases. The Jekyll & Hyde - esque nature of yours is something you’re at least slightly grateful for – at least it’s simple!

- Granted, it doesn’t really help when your city is attacked by giant space robots. Repeatedly. Every week. Both personalities agree it’s a pain in the neck – switching out and coming-to mid war zone with no warning isn’t exactly relaxing.

- Your first meeting was very subtle. Crawled behind overturned cars and bridge rubble, ducking down as the buildings behind you were ripped up with a squeal of steel and concrete. An enormous giant tank/plane/robot shaking the ground, hollering with rage at a bright yellow little car zooming in the distance.

- “JOU PATHETIC LITTLE BUG!! I’LL - cUt JoU iNtO iTTy BiTtY stReaMerS!! HAhAha vE’re gOnNa haVe a PaRty – at jour base, perhaps, now zat ve know where it is, Autobot~”

- You couldn’t believe your fucking eyes -

- “Holy Shit SAME HAT?!”

- Red eyes snap to your dumbfounded expression, narrowing.

- Yeah. Maybe hollering it across no mans land wasn’t the smartest move.

Icy:

- He had no idea his affliction could be shared with organics. He didn’t even realise he was witnessing DID at first as you can’t literally switch faces. Come to think of it – I’m not sure cybertronians even have a word for it. He adopts your terms like a duck to water.

- Of the three he’s the most fascinated observer. He’s quick to document any minor tone shifts or facial expressions to indicate a switch between your two personalities – as well as the speed at which you change, your stressors and mannerisms. He can’t imagine dealing well if someone were to – somehow – get his alters mixed up, so he takes pains to greet both personalities properly.

- Is more likely the one to ask questions and approach the subject scientifically: though he will back off if the ‘Jekyll’ personality gets in his face about being treated like a science experiment. He knows the feeling and despises it.

- Just because he’s calm about it though, doesn’t mean he’s moralistic. Icy has a known sadistic streak and enjoys setting up situations to hurt people (see: the almost-murder of the Constructobots) so he’d be… intrigued to see how far your aspects were willing to go. He’s an enabler of destructive behaviour that specialises in not getting you caught.

Hothead:

- Hothead, by contrast – is much more reactive: blunt and easily confused.

- He will likely get your alters mixed up and become flustered and annoyed until he gets the hang of who is presenting when. Give him a bit, he despises asking Icy for help with anything.

- Yeah, of course he can – what do you MEAN you can’t communicate with your alters internally?? Do organics not come with a built in comm?? What the FRAG-

- He doesn’t like feeling out of sorts about finding someone with his condition. As far as he’d known, they were the only one ever to be split as they are. Someone who knows what it’s like, while desperately needed, is now almost unnerving.

- But he is an excellent vent buddy about multiple personality issues. If your alters want to chat shit about each other then Hothead is DOWN, he has a list of complaints about Icy and Random a mile long – even though airing them gets him interrupted by said alters all the damn time.

- Hothead will encourage violent coping mechanisms to your problems: if you have someone bothering you with some horror-movie assumptive bullshit about your disorder he is 1000% percent encouraging you to lure them behind a building for him to grind under his pedes.

Random:

- NEW FRIENDS?! New friends INSIDE of friends, oh he just wants to stuff you in his mouth and unravel you -

- Random is probably the first of the three to recognise your shared disorder. And when he gleefully tells his alters they don’t believe him (at least at first). Which doesn’t matter because you are now BEST FRIENDS. He’s gonna scoop you up and stuff you in his cockpit and make you a little hole in the mines riiiiiiight next to his berth. Don’t worry about telling him yes - he already knows your address!

- No matter how threatening you might think yourself to be, to Random you are the most adorable schmoopsie moo in the whole galaxy and he will commit war crimes to have you tucked into his pockets.

- Do not. Try him. In one-upmanship. Random knows exactly how far he will go to keep you with him and unlike Icy, who prefers to observe from a distance, Random will actively engage in finding very uncomfortable boundaries very quickly. Pretty much the only way to reign him in is to not play along in the slightest.

- He hates being ignored.

- He wants to hear and know everything about you, and will hop between subjects to a pattern only he knows. He’s exhausting, but probably also the most honest and vulnerable of the personalities.

- With Random, it’s most obvious that Blitzwing has total, universal acceptance of your personalities as they are. No dismissal, no belittling, no questions and no doubt.

- I’d say thats a breath of fresh air.

#thalassa responds #thanks so much for the ask!#blitzwing x reader #tfa blitzwing #x reader #transformers animated #transformers #maccadam #hopefully I did the DID parts right #if anyone sees any glaring errors let me know #blitzwing my beloved I have so many asks for yu in my inbox holy shit

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hampink · 2 years ago

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so kaku twitter space Q&A highlights (5/14/2023)

was casually listening to so kaku’s (kaguragi) twitter space while i was drawing, so here's some fun kingohger related + personal questions he answered that i noted down and translated!

(unfortunately i didn't record the stream though so you’ll just have to believe me)

(source: bro just trust me)

Q: who’s your favorite king in kingohger?

probably yanma. he’s very cool and manly, and i like how high energy he gets

Q: do you guys come up with the kingohger tiktoks yourselves?

we have a social media manager who suggests which audio to do, and we (the actors) decide how we'll act it out together

Q: anyone from the cast you talk to/hang out with the most?

all of them, but maybe because we’re shooting a lot of scenes with jeremy right now recently i talk to masashi ikeda a lot

Q: does kaguragi know what kuroda looks like?

oh but of course he does~!

Q: what's your favorite sentai?

dairanger! it's such a cool show

Q: a question from my 5 yr old son: does kaguragi like flowers? he says he wants to go flower picking with kaguragi

ahh, flower picking, how nice! yes, kaguragi likes flowers!

Q: does kaguragi have a favorite place?

he does, but i can't say what it is yet. there’s a really good scene (about it) so look forward to that

Q: how much of kaguragi’s hair is a wig? also how long does the hair and makeup take?

the entire thing is a wig. it used to take a lot longer to get into hair and makeup, but the makeup artists have gotten used to it/have gotten better at it so the process is a lot faster now, which i’m really grateful for

Q: i heard shiokara's actor does a lot of adlibs. do you do that a lot as kaguragi too?

“sukonbu piiman” (”sour konbu peppers”, kaguragi mishearing “sukopi”) was an adlib

Q: are kaguragi's geta (wooden sandals) hard to walk in?

it was at first, but i've gotten used to it now

Q: what’s your favorite anime?

code geass, gurren lagann, higurashi no naku koro ni. i like intense anime

Q: favorite musician?

BUMP OF CHICKEN

Q: favorite flower?

pansies

Q: favorite food?

curry, sushi, and yakiniku

Q: i love how hachi ohger incorporates kabuki movements in his fighting style. what's your relationship with kabuki?

i really like kabuki. it wasn’t a traditional kabuki production but when i was younger i saw a performance of “super kabuki” and thought it was really cool. as for kaguragi/hachi ohger, the suit actors and i would watch videos of kabuki actors and try to mimic their movements.

Q: we want to see the fruits of your (muscle) training!! please let kaguragi wear a tank top!!

hopefully we get to do a scene like that hahaha

Q: do you look up your name online?

i do... so please don’t say mean things about me ;w;

Q: what's kaguragi's favorite vegetable? my nephew who’s growing vegetables at home would like to know!

wow! kaguragi would love anything homegrown. but maybe in particular he likes tomatoes, or eggplants

Q: what’s your favorite thing about kaguragi’s outfit?

the haori (coat), definitely. it’s when i put it on that i really feel like i’ve transformed into kaguragi. but the outfit weighs 5 kilos... so heavy...

Q: tell us about the "H" incident

the what....? *suddenly remembers* OHHHH HAHAHA

so during the roll call scene in episode 10 where aoto (yanma) said "eichi no ou, yanma gasuto! (king of wisdom, yanma gast!)" i thought he said "eichi" as in the latin letter “H” (in japanese, H = hentai/ecchi, in other words he thought yanma said he was “the king of perverts/sex” LOL)

Q: what's kaguragi's color? (asking for light stick reasons since there’s no black color setting on a light stick)

it's orange, i'm pretty sure!

END

i joined in kinda late so there’s probably some questions i missed (and sorry if i remembered some details wrong, i was multitasking and not fully focused, but i did take simple notes) he also talked abt things like how he plays valorant and how great his muscle training is going etc (he lamented that kaguragi wears so much clothing and he doesn’t get to show off his muscles lol). i think i remember he also teased something about kaguragi and rita as a duo and something ~maybe~ happening with them in the plot

it was his first time hosting a twitter space and he gave off very boomer energy because he had No idea what he was doing. people kept trying to help him understand how to let in other speakers but he gave up lol xD he was kind of nervous but it was still a lot of fun! himeno and shiokara’s actors were there too, and he might do a twt space with the both of them next time ^^

#kingohger #king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #kaguragi dybowski #translation #so kaku #the flower picking question...my Heart

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 8 months ago

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Congratulations for the 450 followers ! You deserves it ! Have one more ❤️

Can I request a 5 and 13 for the fic roulette ? With Mayday , please 👌

Hello my lovely, @griffedeloup

I loved having Mayday to work with; I tried a different approach for this one. I hope you enjoy it. I look forward to writing more for this lovely man.

Love oo,

Italics - Comms

Encrypted Communication

Warning: Mixed communications, insults, curse words, I think that's it, let me know if I miss any.

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{03:24 - Encrypted communication} - Looking for your report cadet, why isn’t it on my desk?

{03:27 - Encrypted communication} - Cadet, I’m not going to ask again! Report better be on my desk in the next five minutes or I’ll have you running 50 laps before breakfast!

You groaned as your comm beeped frantically, you grabbed to look at the messages you were receiving. Groaning in annoyance.

{03:35} To whoever typed in the wrong karking number - I’m not your cadet. So shut up!

{03:36 - Encrypted communication} - Do you think this is funny, cadet? Also why isn’t your communicator encrypted?

You blinked at the message.

{03:37} I’m sure this is more than what you were expecting, but do me a favour, jackass, and look at the number you’re typing!

{03:38 - Encrypted communication} … // … // … I apologize for the late comm messages. It was unintentional. Apparently my cadet thought it would be funny to change one number on the number I have saved under his name on my communicator. I will definitely make sure to exact punishment on the cadet.

You couldn’t help smirk at the message, feeling sorry for the cadet but also pretty impressed he was about to get a hold of his commander’s comm device.

{03:39} No worries. Although I hope you don’t kill your cadet. If you don’t mind my asking, how did he get a hold of your comm?

{03:40 - Encrypted communication} More than likely while I was taking a shower. I do apologize for the inconvenience.

{03:41} That’s okay. You smirked. Tell me, you really gonna make your cadet run 50 laps?

{03:43 - Encrypted communication} I do believe the punishment should fit the crime although I may make him run 75.

{03:44} Okay, I feel bad for him … I��m assuming it’s a him? Could be a her?

{03:45 - Encrypted communication} It’s a him.

{03:46} So I’m assuming you can’t sleep

{03:46} - Encrypted communication} Can’t sleep?

{03:47} Well you’re up and texting someone at 3 in the morning. Actually for the past 20 minutes give or take, so either you’re living somewhere that’s in a different time zone or … you can’t sleep and feel the need to torture those who are beneath you.

As you sent the message you regretted the innuendo that it sounded like.

{03:48} Okay, that wasn’t meant to sound like it did.

{03:48 - Encrypted communication} Hahaha, but you’re right. On both fronts.

{03:49} Oh really! LOL. That’s interesting to know. By the way, what’s your name?

And that weird three a.m., conversation was the beginnings of your friendship with Mayday, now almost six months later, you two were exchanging messages like there was no tomorrow, and in fairness for a man who was somewhere in the galaxy, somewhere possibly fighting for his life the least you could was answer his messages.

{12:40 - Encrypted communication} Good afternoon, mesh’la. You won’t believe the osik storm I’ve had to deal with today.

{12:41 - Encrypted communication} Hey handsome, what happened?

{12:42 - Encrypted communication} I’m getting transferred

{12:43 - Encrypted communication} What??? Why??

{12:44 - Encrypted communication} Redeployment of assets. On the plus side I’ll be on Coruscant for the month before I have to get sent to my new station.

{12:45 - Encrypted communication} You’re coming here! Whoa! I wasn’t ready for that.

{12:46 - Encrypted communication} I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned it

{12:47 - Encrypted communication} Are you crazy? Of course you should’ve! I just never … I just never thought we’d actually meet in person. I mean yes, you walked me through encrypting my comm, and when I asked for a picture you sent me a picture of your helmet, which hahaha very funny by the way. But now, you’ll be here… on the same planet. With me. That’s … I’m beyond excited! Sorry that seems a bit much.

{12:49 - Encrypted communication} LOL no at all, mesh’la. I’m excited to meet you too. I’ll be arriving in two days. Maybe I can meet you at the cafe you talked about last time.

{12:50 - Encrypted communication} Alright, I’ll meet at Snow Capped Cafe. What time works for you?

{12:51 - Encrypted communication} I’ll be arriving on Coruscant, hopefully around 1300 hours. So after my debrief I should … hopefully, be available by 1930.

{12:52 - Encrypted communication} I’m taking a shot and say that’s 7:30 p.m.?

{12:53 - Encrypted communication} Hahaha, yes mesh’la. 730 p.m. You know we went over military time a while back, you should know that.

{12:54 - Encrypted communication} I know! I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better.

{12:55 - Encrypted communication} You don’t have to do anything mesh’la. You just have to do you. I look forward to seeing you, and finally meeting you in person. I’ve looked at your picture enough to memorize what you look like, I’ll find you.

{12:56 - Encrypted communication} Can’t wait, Mayday. See you in two days.

Those two days went by faster than you expected, you sat in the cafe, staring at your cup of tea. You’d bought Mayday’s cup of coffee. Your stomach felt as though it had butterflies tied into knots being tossed about on a stormy sea. You wanted to throw up, run to the bathroom, and take a nap all at the same time.

Mayday rushed to get to the cafe, the last thing he wanted to be was late, simply because one karking officer didn’t know when enough was enough and needed to shut up. Thankfully, it wasn’t far to the cafe, he came to a halt just before the cafe. He closed his eyes and took a breath. He looked in and saw you sitting at a table in the corner. You looked more beautiful than you had in your picture.

Suddenly, the idea of actually talking to you face-to-face seemed like a really bad idea. That was until he saw your message.

{19:32 - Encrypted communication} Hey don’t want to make it feel like I'm pushing, just wondering if your debriefing is running late?

He couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face the moment he read your message. He took in a deep breath and walked in, heading straight to you with a smile on his face.

“Mesh’la?”

You looked up from your comm and smiled at him, standing up, “Mayday?”

“Hi” he smiled, brimming from ear to ear. It was awkward for a second before you both mutually decided without speaking to hug each other. “It’s so good to finally meet you, mesh’la.”

“You too!” You breathed in his scent, trying to remember the woodsy, peppermint, coffee, gun oil smell that seemed to be his. Somehow that scent made all your knots, butterflies, and raging storms calm down. In his arms you felt at home, at peace.

You both pulled back to look at each other, smiling. “How was your flight back?”

“Hellish, boring, but I made it.” He smirked.

You motioned for him to sit down, “Do you want something to eat or drink?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Please, my treat!”

He smiled and nodded, “In that case, surprise me.”

Surprise him you did, with a sandwich that was filled with grease, cheese, some sort of meat, and a sauce that was to die for, along with a pecan pie slice, and a mochaccino that had whipped cream, with chocolate shavings. You walked over with the number for your order and placed it on the table, smiling as you sat in front of him.

“Thanks for making this a possibility,” you smiled chewing on your lower lip.

“C’mon, like I need an excuse to spend time with you. Not my mesh’la, the one who came up with the most effective way to torture someone.”

You started laughing, “All I said was it would suck if they had to run without their flight suits in cold weather. You’re the one who went all out with it being the perfect punishment for anyone who didn’t turn in their reports.”

“And you know I’ve been getting everyone’s report on the dot, thanks to your genius.” He chuckled as he looked at you. His eyes widened when the waitress brought over the food and placed the mochaccino, “Wow, when I told you to surprise me, you really surprised me.”

“Well I got some stuff that I thought you might like and the best hot sauce around.” you pulled out your secret hot sauce from your bag and placed it on the table, “You said you liked sweet and spicy. So I got you pecan pie and a mochaccino with whipped cream, and the most greasy yet delicious sandwich imaginable.”

Mayday reached over and held your hand, stroking your knuckles with the back of his thumb, “Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly be any more perfect.”

You felt your face flush as you looked at him, “And just when I thought you couldn’t get any smoother with your lines. Where are you getting transferred to?”

“Barton IV”

“Barton IV, where’s that?”

“Somewhere that doesn’t mean a whole hell of a lot to the Empire.”

“Then why go?”

“Because that’s what a clone Commander is supposed to do.”

“Just be safe, when you do go. So you’re here for a month… so much to plan and do.” You smile as you look at him. “Is this your first time to Coruscant?”

“I’ve been here a number of times, don’t worry. I know my way around, but I’d still like to see what you have planned.” He smirked as he looked at you.

“Hmmm so many options. Well have you been to 79’s?”

“Of course.”

“Great! Than you can take me! We have to build up these memories before you leave.”

“Don’t worry, mesh’la, even without memories, I’ll still be the best pen pal, you could’ve hoped for.”

You nodded as you glanced down to the pecan pie, chewing the inside of your cheek, “Is that … what we are, pen pals?”

Mayday squeezed your hand, “I thought we were friends, I hoped really good friends.”

You lifted your eyes half way, “What if … we tried for more than that?”

“Then you would’ve made this Commander the happiest Commander in the Imperial Army.”

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