#he works so hard taking care of emi someone needs to take care of him!!

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I might have seen concept art of Ken with multiple injuries from baseball/ult.raman stuff and I might be thinking about patching up his wounds and kissing them better…I might be…

[luneariaa]

ᯓ★٠ ࣪⭑ UNSPOKEN. ✧ KENJI S. { 𝐈 }.

✰ — PART 1 ; mentions of kenji having some deep; untold sadness, emi mention, the reader being the sunshine friend to kenji + having close relationship.

✰ — probably will have more two - three parts of the story! tried to fit in one part, but it doesn't work somehow ( ╥ω╥ ) to those who wanted to be tagged in the next future parts, feel free to comment or send me an ask <33 !! ✩₊˚. PART 2.

. dividers by @/strangergraphics ⛓ !!

GROWING UP, for almost his entire life, KENJI— regardless of the increase of popularity and fame, doesn't really have that much of friends. Does he even have them at this point? He doesn't really have anyone that he could actually rely on; even trusted fully.

Despite everything from the outside of one's possible perspective, he's still the lonely, sweet boy deep down. None has ever truly cracked his persona down and managed to bring out his true self, which a part of him is glad for some reason— but the other, not so much.

The attention that he has received all over the world doesn't really mean anything, not what he silently craved and secretly desperate for.

Companionship, someone who actually cares about his wellbeing as a whole despite his ongoing status.

Yes, of course, he loves the fact that he's able to accomplish something that's quite significant to him, at least— getting all of the attention that they think he truly deserved, but there will always be this one void within his heart; as if begging to be fixed with something that even he himself wasn't so sure about it.

His mansion may have everything that he ever needed, but it still feels bleak, somehow, no matter what he's trying to do. What's the point of having large spaces, when in the end, the mere silence will be his only company?

Kenji doesn't even realize it, but sometimes, he ended up just staring blankly at the empty gaps of his surroundings; feeling lost at the said moment.

His world has been nothing but simply revolving around his stardom life as much as the realization hits him; an endless, monochromatic-colored world that he tacitly faced alone with some fair, or unfair number of struggles.

"Must be a tough day today, yeah Ken?"

"You should take some more needed breaks, at least!" He swiftly got pulled out of his train of thoughts, eyes immediately glancing to the source of sound. This is his reality now, not the one that he keeps on unconsciously reminiscing of.

"Pushing yourself too hard wouldn't be too good for your health, y'know." A euphonious voice scolded him lightly, accompanied with a bright, albeit concerned grin.

Kenji now took notice of you standing by the doorway; your smile remained despite the visible apprehensive look that was directed towards him. Completely aware of the mere truth behind your words alone, he averts his gaze back elsewhere— cracking a small, yet almost forceful of a smile as if he's trying to ease down your concerns.

"Yeah, you got a point. It's just the usual, I guess," he scratches the back of his head while lazily slouching on the bed. "It's not me if I don't mope over some pointless stuff."

"Well, it's not that pointless if it bothers you." You exhale out, gradually pulling him out of the bed.

"Maybe we can try something for the day— maybe you wanted to play baseball for a bit? I'll watch 'cuz you know I suck at those."

He couldn't hold back the snort from escaping, which earned a disapproving pout from you, but nonetheless, you added further.

"Or we could just play around with baby Emi as always! Or both, I don't know.."

"Perhaps that could at least ease your mind for a bit..?"

He could clearly sense your efforts; chuckling as he knows that he doesn't have any other plausible choices, but to simply follow your lead without any complaints. When it comes to you, Kenji knew it would always be futile to try anything quite the contrary from it.

"That sounds nice, actually." A genuine smile, despite the hints of his exhaustion, tugged at the corner of his lips. Has he even noticed it himself on how easy it is for you to coax him out of his shell? "Playing with Emi sounds amazing."

Kenji admitted along with a smirk being present by now, replacing his previous smile while doing some mini stretches here and there.

"I know!" You merely giggled over his words, "Besides, I just know that the baby already misses you. I fed her earlier too, in case you're wondering!" His pretty, midnight-colored eyes seemed to brighten up after you finished speaking for a bit.

"At this rate, I think you're spoiling her a bit too much," he castigated facetiously, earning an eyeroll from you when one of his hands ended up atop of your head— giving it a playful ruffle.

"Well, what can I say.."

"She's just a cute, big baby."

His genuine smile returned in mere seconds, finding the whole idea to be quite endearing; causing for him to feel the warmth that's starting to blossom within his chest. He's totally aware of his whole responsibility at this point— unintentionally, yet welcoming the idea of becoming a father to the baby kaiju, now willingly to take care of her because she's one of the reasons that actually changed him for the better.

Throughout the whole conversation that the two of you have shared with one another, it seemed as if the burdens on his shoulders has been lifted away; the atmosphere becoming more comfortably lighter than before without you even realizing it yourself.

Kenji doesn't even know how, but your sole presence has something in particular that keeps him grounded, and he values you deeply for that.

Even with such mystery that's been shrouding around you, it never really bothered him that much; respecting your boundaries and taking an immediate notice on how you seemed to be uncomfortable with talking about your own past and parents, in a way. He assumed that something might have happened before, hence the vague details you kept telling him— no irritation present ever.

Maybe someday, you'll have the courage to tell him. But for now, you would rather keep it a secret.

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Aichi & Relationships

Aichi doesn’t feel like he’s worthy of someone else’s love (romantic, platonic, familial, etc), or that anyone outside of his family would really want to love or care about him. He already doesn’t have a high view of himself to begin with, formed from years upon years of bullying and harassment. 

Like, there is no understating how shocked he was when people actually started to want to be around him and be friends when he started to play Vanguard. He was even more shocked when Kamui started to call him ‘big brother’ consistently and meant it, or when others started to look up to him and idolize him like Shingo, Gaillard, or Neve. 

And if someone ever confesses romantic love to him, that would just make him go ‘Aichi.exe has stopped working’ for a bit. He probably might not even pick up on it at first either unless there is something super explicit like a kiss to accompany it, and even then it will take him some time to process it all.  

This just shows how negative a view of he has for himself if the idea of someone actually loving him is so unbelievable, like it’s something that couldn’t ever happen outside of his mother, deceased father (Got a whole HC about Aichi’s dad that I’ll post eventually about), and Emi. The image of it just wasn’t there. After all, he sees himself as nothing special, especially not before picking up Vanguard.

Though, even after picking up Vanguard, he still doesn’t view himself that great overall. He sorta forgets those feelings when he is with his friends thankfully, but they come back when he’s feeling depressed or after a giant failure (After his Psyqualia fight with Kai, during LJ after learning Kai got reversed because of him, during Asia Circuit, and after Legion Mate are just some of the major examples). 

It’s almost like he slips back to the shy and weak person he used to be despite all his growth when those episodes happen, always going to beat himself up instead of focusing on the positives. I feel like this definitely started to happen after he lost to Tetsu in Season 1, almost like he had this pressure on him to not fail again because it not only would let his friends down, but he could even lose them in the process.

The last thing Aichi Sendou wants is to be alone again. He is so desperate for companionship in all forms, and that is why he always pushes himself so hard for his loved ones even to the point of self destruction. It’s also why he even was so willing to seal himself up in Legion Mate in the first place, to isolate himself forever just to protect those who decided to give him love and companionship when he himself didn’t see himself worthy of it. 

His self view does get better after he accepts and moves on post Legion Mate and into G thankfully (wisdom with maturity and being on his own in America really allowing him to see that he can be strong on his own while still connected to his loved ones back home), but there are times that he sometimes does fall back temporarily, especially if he inconveniences someone he cares about. 

Though, all it really takes is a gentle reminder from a loved one to get him to come back, to remind him that he is loved and he is being too stubborn and hard on himself when he doesn’t need to be. And that he’s great not because of only his Vanguard skills, but because of who he is on the inside. 

The process of healing, in any form, is a marathon not a sprint. It takes time. However, Aichi appreciates all those who do care about and love him, and returns that love more strongly than probably most people on the planet. He is truly a selfless, caring, loving, kind, soul who while has many scars, has been able to move forward into the future one step at a time.

And I think that’s beautiful. It’s one one of the many things about my blue raspberry paladin prince that I love oh so very much ;;;;.

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HARD TO GET [5]

ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything

pairings. ran haitani x f!reader

tags. drinking, blackmail, angst, explicit sexual content, smoking, loss of virginity, bullying, introverted reader, misogyny, mental breakdowns, reader hurts ran’s pride & ego, slow burn

word count: 5.1K

notes: OKAY I WENT A LITTLE OVERBOARD WITH THIS CHAPTER BUT I COULDNT HELP MYSELFNFSASJFJASKFASFUIH. a little treat cuz i didnt update yesterday

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"You told me he wasn't going to be here."

The disappointment in your voice was clear as you stared at the wall where Hanma Shuji and Haitani Ran were currently standing by.

"I never said that," Kaash shrugs looking down at her phone, typing one last message to Tony saying that the two of you won't be coming into work today because of school reasons.

After the party last week, Kaash had been texting Hanma almost everyday. You were worried for her because you were aware of his um, reputation around school. Kaash is aware too yet she's just so blinded that she doesn't care if he breaks her heart, she just has to sleep with him once so she can cross that off her bucket list.

Hanma then arranged for the two of them to hang out today in the arcade and Kaash begged and bribed you to join because she would be too nervous around him alone without the influence of alcohol on her side. The only reason she had that must confidence last week to talk and even convince him to dance was because she was drunk but sober enough to remember the night the next morning.

You then remember the exact conversation you had with Kaash yesterday, that got you into this situation in the first place.

"Accompany you where exactly?" You ask, placing the phone on the countertop on speaker as you put your leftovers in the airfryer.

"Who's that?" Emi asks, flickering through the TV channels and tell her it's Kaash. Emi isn't close to Kaash, she only knows that you both work under Tony.

"Okay so," you hear shifting come from her end of the line, "Shuji asked me out, yesterday but I'm nervous obviously because the only time I ever spoke to him was when I was a little tipsy."'

"I didn't really see that much 'talking' last night," you say as you remembered the vivid image of the two of them on the dance floor. 

Kaash flushes red at your sentence and defends herself, "Talking, dancing, same shit! The matter of fact is that he invited me to hang out with him and I need backup otherwise I might pass out and if I do I need you to give me CPR or some shit."

"Are you sure you don't want Hanma to give you CPR?" You chuckle and you hear her make a noise, like she was thinking. 

"As much as I’d want to, I feel like he doesn’t know how to perform CPR. I need someone smart, beautiful and pretty like you!"

You roll your eyes, "flattery doesn't work on me." 

Kaash then makes an exaggerated noise of frustration. "I'm begging you, if there's ever an opportunity that you need me to cover your shift to get laid or —"

"I doubt that will ever happen." You cut her off.

"—something, I will happily cover you." Kaash finishes her tangent with a smile on her face. "Also, you never know what might happen, just telling you that if you do this for me, I will cover you whenever you need assistance."

"Well, I don't plan on getting laid anytime soon, so I'll decline, thanks for the strange offer though."

"Future you will regret this moment if it ever arises, just take the offer."

"Okay, fuck, fine. I'll join you." You say frustrated, looking at how long the call had been going on. Kaash had been trying to convince you for a good 12 minutes and 23 seconds. 24 now.

"YAY! I gotta get my beauty sleep for tommorow, love you mwah."

"To be frank," Kaash says, "I never said if Ran was going to be here or not."

"But you knew, and never told me."

"I didn't know you were avoiding him, well certainly not after the two of you were—"

"Never," you cut her off, "never in your life bring that up again. It was a mistake, wasn't supposed to happen, so just forget about it." It feels like a blur honestly, thought you didn't even have anything to drink, you were 100% sober. It was as if Ran's presence and touch was making you feel tipsy.

That night, you went home craving Ran's touch weirdly enough. The kiss you shared with Hotaro was nice and all, but it didn't compare to him. And that is what made you so mad. You hated that your only source of pleasure was from him, the thought was scary, being addicted to someone like him.

Ran had a feeling you were avoiding/ ignoring him and his theories came true the moment he saw you purposefully avoiding eye contact with him as you stood next to Kaash.

The moment they both dipped and left you and Ran alone, the tension in the air was so thick that it even made Ran awkward.

And he’s never awkward.

“Someone’s excited to see me,” Ran laughs breathlessly when he sees you crack a little smile. It’s working.

“I’m not excited, just surprised,” you place both hands behind your back as you play with your fingers, nervous. Ran reads your body language and needs to find something to do to make everything less awkward.

“Come, let’s go find a game.” Ran holds his hand out for you to grab it. You wonder why he always has to grab your hand whenever he’s about to walk. But you don’t argue against it, you like the feeling of his soft hands engulfing your own.

You take it and he gently squeezes your hand as he leads to over to a random area of the arcade. All the bright lights flashing from the designs from the games are hurting your eyes. “What’s your favourite game?”

“Anything easy,” you mutter under your breath as you look around the flashy arcade. Ran bends down to your level to hear you better, “speak up doll.”

“I said anything easy,” you turn to face him and instead come face to face with him. You didn’t even realise he was this close to you. Why is he so attractive, your heart is racing even more when you actually take a moment to admire his facial features. His eyes are purple? And he has small freckles, very faint. Ones that you can only see up close. Your facial features soften the more you stare and Ran moves his face back a bit, “you’re staring.”

You shake your head, “sorry, just realised you have freckles. They’re… nice.” Ran smiles when he sees you turn your head to look anywhere but his eyes. You’re so nervous around him, it’s adorable. “I bet I could beat your ass in every game.” 

“As long as you’re paying,” you add, “are you good at that one?” Ran turns his head to look at the game you’re referring to. “I’m alright,” he shrugs and you look around for another game.

“Are you just looking for games I suck at so you can win?”

“No..” you answer a bit too quickly, “okay fine, yes.”

“I can just let you win,” he says, “I’m a gentlema—”

“HA!” You instantly slap your hand over your mouth to suppress your laugh, “that was rude, I’m sorry.”

“You’re saying I can’t be a gentleman?”

“I have yet to see you act like one,” you look him and up and down before you head over to a random game. Well, just before you try and walk over, he grabs your hand, “If I take you out, will you let me show you?”

“Nope, I have school. Don’t have time for dates.” 

“You’re in an arcade, on a Tuesday afternoon. I don’t believe you.” 

You sigh, “okay, let me rephrase this. I don’t have time for you, but I have time for my friends.” You fake smile at him.

You’re about to walk off again till he tugs at your arm, bringing you back to your original spot, “Why are you so cold to me? I thought we were getting along, especially last week—”

“Don’t bring that up. It was a mistake.” 

“Mistake?” His brows raise in surprise cause he wasn’t expecting that answer. Why were you so difficult? It’s not like he’s trying to use you, if anything, you’re probably— no you are actually the only girl he’s interested in pursuing for something more than just sex. He doesn’t know what it is, he just knows that from the limited time he’s spent with you (cause you disappear and reappear in his life every few days) that you make his body react in such ways. 

First the blushing. Since fucking when was the last time Ran blushed? When he had a crush at 14 and she looked in his direction. Second, the constant need to look in your direction at all times. Maybe it’s a coincidence, but his body just naturally is looking for you, like you’re a magnet and he’s your compass.

Ran is genuinely trying to make an effort with you, but it’s evident that you don’t trust him. He can’t even blame you either. But as stated before, he loves a challenge.

“Yeah, it was a mistake. I’m not like that and I don’t do things like that, so just forget it ever happened.” Your voice brings him back to reality and the conversation you were having. 

“Like that, you mean… dancing? What, so book nerds don’t dance?”

You gasp, “Book nerd? Is that what you think of me?” 

“Don’t be offended, book nerds are sexy. Especially with glasses on, you have any?” 

“I don’t own glasses, sorry to disappoint you,”

Ran visibly pouts, “you still look sexy without em anyways.”

“Flattery doesn’t work on me.” It really doesn’t. You’re just immune to compliments? You don’t know what the issue is. 

“We’ll see,” Ran’s hand snakes down your back, resting on your lower back possessively. You so desperately want to rip his hand off of you, but you can’t. Like you’re frozen, because his touch just feels….. comforting. 

“If you win this game, I’ll buy you dinner.” 

“Alright,” you step up to the console and insert the coins needed. Today was the day that you found out that you were terrible at video games. You lost 6-1 and Ran wouldn’t shut up about how bad you sucked. You told him to shut up and he makes a deal with you. “If I win this match, I get to take you out.”

“That’s so unfair, you know you’re gonna win,” you argue and he shrugs, “That’s the point doll,” he cups your cheek. Just as you’re about to respond, someone crashes into your back.

“LET’S GO! I got everything I needed,” Kaash says and Ran rolls his eyes seeing the way her shirt is unbuttoned and her clothes are misplaced, completely in contrast to how neat they were when she first arrived.

“We can just go back to my place,” Hanma says and Ran doesn’t fail to notice that his hair is messy too. 

“You two are fuckin’ nasty.” Ran scoffs and Hanma just wipes his lip with his thumb, “it was her idea.” Kaash slightly hits Hanma’s arm as he just outed her. Meanwhile you’re just confused as to what they’re talking about.

“You’re so innocent,” Kaash cups both of your cheeks, “stay that way.” 

Not if I have something to do with it. Ran thinks, “Can we go now?”

***

“So you just magically had a bikini in your bag?” You ask as you see Kaash checking herself out in the mirror in the bathroom she dragged you inside. 

“Everybody knows that Shuji’s house has a pool, and I wanted toooo,” she winks as if you’re supposed to understand what she’s saying. She sees the look of confusion on your face and sighs at your innocence, “i want Hanma to 👉👌 me inside of that pool,”

“I’m not stupid, you can say you want to have sex with him without using gestures,” you cross your arms, “i’m not a baby.”

“You’re adorable,” she hugs you while sighing, “you’re like my little baby,”

You shove her off and tell her to go and fuck him already. Kaash laughs and checks herself out in the mirror again before heading outside. You honestly would go home right now, but you have no clue how to get home since Kaash was supposed to be your ride back, so now you’re stuck inside this fuckboy dome until your friend finishes getting laid.

This isn’t how you expected to spend your Tuesday evening. You make a mental note to never ever do Kaash a favour whenever she asks for one. You’re sat on Hanma’s couch, awkwardly while Ran is in the kitchen making some food. “Do you know how to swim?” He asks out of the blue when he hears the splash of the pool outside along with Kaash giggling.

You shake your head, “Well, yes and no. If splashing around counts as swimming then I’m a professional,”

“Gonna be totally honest,” Ran turns to face you, “I just wanna see you in a bikini.”

Of course he does, he manages to ruins every single conversation whenever he opens that fuckin’ mouth.

You groan, “I’m just gonna ignore the fact you said that, and I appreciate your honesty,  but unfortunately for you I don’t have a bikini right now.”

You hear some shuffling come from the kitchen, then a bikini is thrown at your  face. “Put it on and give me a show.”

“This is used,” you fight the urge to gag and throw it on the floor. Ran comes and sits next to you on the couch. “You’re really not gonna give me a show?”

You shake your head, “you have other girls to do that for you right?”

“But I want you,” he reaches down and presses a kiss to your neck, gradually making his way to your jawline. 

“I bet you say that to every girl,” you so badly want to push him off of you but instead you find yourself pressing him closer. This is so bad. 

“Jealous?” he mumbles on your skin, his voice vibrating on your skin making you moan softly. Every single sound that comes out of your mouth turns him on, including the movement of your lips when you cuss him out. 

“No,” you gasp when he attaches his lips to yours, immediately pressing himself against you. “You’re so soft,” he mumbles against your lips as he pushes you down on the couch and hovers over you. 

Your hands grip his hair tight when he rolls his hips against your lower body. “Ran, we should stop-” a whine pulls from his mouth hearing your words, “just a little bit longer,” his lips find themselves back on your neck. He thinks that is your favourite spot because whenever he presses his lips down with just a little pressure, your breathing gets faster.

Ran is fighting the urge to just throw your clothes off and fuck you so deep into this couch, he’s just waiting for your okay. He can’t control himself anymore, but he is willing to wait for you. Which is odd enough as it is. 

“Ran, stop,” you grip onto his hair tighter but he licks a stripe down from your jaw to the spot he thinks is your favourite spot. In fact he knows it is now, because the soft moan that just escaped your lips when he sucks hard . “It tickles, Ran,” you moan and start to squirm under him when he sucks down hard enough there is a visible mark.

Ran knows he’s found your special spot. He thinks he has a gift for pleasing women, if only he finds your g-spot first try, then that’ll confirm everything. You bite your lip when you feel his fingers trail down your leggings, rubbing your inner thigh. His lips find your own again and this time it’s slower than before. His tongue slips through your lips and you groan when his fingers enter your leggings, rubbing against your panties.

“Spread your legs for me princess,” you don’t except the pet name to work on you, but you find yourself responding to his commands, like a dog. Spreading your legs and you wince when you feel his finger rubbing against your folds through your panties. “Does that feel good?”

“Mhm,” you mumble when he rubs your wetness against your folds to lubricate it, squirming under him because you’ve never felt this sensation before. He’s just about to slip his finger inside your tight wet hole when he hears giggling coming from outside aswell as the sounds of water, as if they’re getting out of the pool.

He’s about to ignore the two outside and get back to pleasuring you, until you sit up abruptly and remove his hands from your leggings. “Kaash, hey!” your voice is shaky, Ran notices it and he cusses internally for getting his moment with you ruined again.

“I’m ready to go now,” Kaash grabs her bag and you’ve never hopped off of a couch faster, ready to sink into your soft bed sheets and forget that this moment ever happened with Ran.

Ran watches as the door shuts and just like that, he’s left alone with Hanma. “I saw everything,” Hanma speaks out suddenly, “can’t believe you managed to get that far with someone like her.”

“That far? That was basically nothing.” Ran sulks, but has to keep his patience. He doesn’t want to scare you by moving too fast. “This is the second hickey I gave her, now she’s just gonna avoid me for another 2 weeks,”

“Maybe your game just sucks. If it was me, I would’ve fucked her by now. Look at her best friend, fucked her twice in a day.”

Ran just hums, even though he’s not listening to a word Hanma is saying because the image of you under him is replaying in his mind  24/7 like a broken VHS tape. He needs to release, doesn’t care where or who, he’s been craving it for so long. Ran brings out his phone and texts the first number that comes up on his contacts.

“Why are you calling Selly?” Hanma asks, confused.

“Cause I need to fuck someone and she’s desperate as hell.” Hanma giggles hearing Ran’s words and giggles even louder when she responds on the first ring. 

“Hey Ran!” she says seductively through the phone, “do you need something?”

“You free right now?” 

“YES!” She answers just before Ran can even finish his sentence, “mine or yours?”

“Mine, I’ll be there in a bit, Rindou will let you in.”

“Okay, see you soon.” Ran hangs up, “alright gotta go,”

***

It’s 11PM and you still can’t sleep. You’ve been feeling twitchy ever since the couch incident. Great, another incident revolving Ran that you want to erase from your memory. That feeling you felt when his fingers did their job in your pants—

“Hey Emi,” you call out from your room.

“Yeah?”

“Come please,” 

Emi leans against your door, “What’s up.”

“Have you, um,” this was so embarrassing to ask, “ ever masterbated?”

Emi’s eyes light up for a second, the next thing you know she’s sat on your bed, “Did you—”

“NO! I didn’t do that,” you technically weren’t lying, “someone else did it to me, for like 3 seconds and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Was it Ran?”

….

“Why would it be him? Ew, gross,” you look down at your bed as you speak. “Cause your friends told me about the lapdance you gave him at a party.”

“Lapda—,” you scoff, “I would never, but he did give me this,” you move your shirt out of the way, revealing the mark and you swore if this was a cartoon, Emi’s eyes would be out of the window. 

“WHEN?!” Emi yelled and she pulled you closer, examining your neck, “this is fresh isn’t it?” Emi gasped as she connected the dots, “you saw him today didn’t you? AND HE FINGERED YOU?”

You nod in shame and expect a scolding from her , but instead she just squeals. “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU OH MY GOD, what else did you do?”

“We just kissed and he called me princess and then he was about to finger me I guess, till Kaash walked in.”

“Princess?” You swear you saw hearts in her eyes, “this is so hot, what else? Did he moan? Did he make any noises?”

“Um, no he didn’t.”

“Not yet you mean,” Emi shifts closer on your bed, like she’s about to give girl talk, “Listen, when you’re giving a handjob right, I know a little trick with the wrists and your thumb that will—”

“This is way too much info,” you cover your ears, “this wasn’t what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh, my bad got off topic a bit. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to know if you ever masterbated and um, what did it feel like?” You were so desperate to know. The feeling that made your entire body tingle the moment his fingers made contact with your forbidden area. 

“It feels alright, depends on who’s doing it.” Emi shrugs and you nod, “okay thanks for the info, get out now,”

Emi giggles before leaving you to be in peace and quiet in your room. You stand up and lock the door, just to ensure she can’t come inside. You go under your covers and remove your pants, biting your lip before reaching inside your shorts. You find your clit and start rubbing it, a soft moan releasing from your lips and you start to go deeper, finding your hole. Taking a deep breath, you insert your finger inside and gasp. This feels so uncomfortable, hell no. You remove it and sit back up, bringing your phone out.

11:23PM You:

You fucking liar

This doesnt feel good at all

11:23PM Emi:

YOU’RE DOING IT ALREADY?!

You need to be aroused i guess

I KNOWW

CALL UP RAN ;)

11:24PM: You

I honestly would rather die

11:24PM Emi

Trust me if you want to feel good just call him

You bite your lip, swiping out of your messages with Emi and clicking on Ran’s. 

11:25PM You

Ran are you busy right now?

“Is everything okay Ran?” Selly asks, looking at his uninterested face as she rides him, “you look out of it.”

“Just shut up and keep going,” Ran sighs as she stops rolling her hips. “Does this not feel good?”

“It feels amazing, keep going,” Ran places his hand on her hips and she nods and starts to move again. Ran hears his phone vibrate and he instantly grabs it.

During sex, Ran is 10000000% all about pleasuring the girl he’s fucking, but recently he’s been out of it.

Normally Sally is a good fuck, but it just— sucks today. So he grabs his phone to find a way to cure his boredom, then stumbles on your message.

11:25PM You

Ran are you busy right now?

11:26PM Ran

No im not

Whats up

You take a good 10 minutes to respond and by that time, Ran already kicked Shelly —or was it Selly?— outside. Why would you be texting him so suddenly? Why would you ask that question?  

Can you hurry up and respond?

11:38PM You

I um need help doing something

11:38PM Ran

What do you need doll

Respond fasterrrrr

11:40PM You

Sorry im just nervous lol

11:40PM Ran

Dont be

Text me anything 

11:41PM You

So i tried to 

God this is so embarrassing

I tried to masterbate but it didnt work………

11:45PM You

Ran you there?

11:45PM Ran

Sorry just got distracted

11:46PM You

Oh, are you busy? 

Sorry to bother you i can text you later

11:47PM Ran

No wait im here

Just 

Are you doing it right now?

11:48PM You

No i gave up

I didnt feel anything

11:48PM Ran

Are you willing to retry?

I can help you

11:49PM You

I guess

Ok wait a second

11:51PM You

Ok im doing it

11:51PM Ran

What do you feel?

11:52PM You

Nothing again

11:53PM Ran

Can i call you?

11:53PM You

Sure

With a jolt, Ran’s phone vibrates and he jumps forward, nearly dropping his phone when he sees your name on his notifications. “Hello?” Ran answers as he clears his throat. 

This is so awkward…

“Hey,” your voice is quiet.

“Walk me through everything you were doing ok?” 

Your heart is racing, as you prepare to say such dirty words into your phone, “I, um, put my finger in and it hurt…”

“You just stuck it up there?” Ran laughs, “you’re so cute. Okay, start by rubbing your clit, wait do you know what that is-”

“Yes, I know what my fucking clit is Ran,” you laugh to ease the thick tension through the call. “Okay, let me touch it, one second,” you start to rub it gently and you start to breathe heavier.

The line is completely silent for a few seconds, “What position are you in?” 

“I’m just on my back right now,” you say as both of your fingers rub your clit, “oh wait– i feel it now,” 

You hear Ran’s sheets ruffle as he shifts around. “What are you doing now?” Ran’s voice is strained almost, but you don’t notice it because you’re in your own world.

“I’m just rubbing,” you struggle to speak, the sensation is getting to you.

“Stick them inside.” Ran’s voice is quiet almost yet you hear it loud and clear. You brace yourself before sticking a finger inside very slowly compared to the first time when you just jammed it in.

You don’t respond to that, instead just soft moans leaving your lips as you start to thrust your fingers inside in and out. Each thrust easier than the last, the wetness of your pussy is loud enough you are sure Ran can hear it from his end. “This is so embarrassing, “ you breathe out but the call is awfully silent.

You don’t even hear Ran’s voice, instead just some sheets rustling in the background. “Ran?” 

“Sorry, keep going, you’re doing great.” Ran’s breathing sounds funny, “move your fingers inside… till you find it.”

“What’s it?”

“You’ll know once you find it, trust me.” 

“Okay,” you sink your entire middle finger inside and move your finger around until you find whatever Ran was talking about. You bend your finger and then feel something, like you just hit a switch, making you moan into your pillow. You lose the spot as soon as you felt it, “Ran, I lost it, how do I find the spot again?” 

That’s when you hear it. Ran’s breathing is heavy, and fast and it makes your stomach tighten. “Ran are you—”

“Keep going,” he cuts you off and his voice is stern, like the command he gave you on the couch. “Okay,” you breathe out and start digging through to find that spot again. The thought that Ran Haitani is on the other end, masterbating to you masterbate. Everything is so overwhelming, yet it excites you.

That’s when you find it, “Ran– I found– fuck,” you throw your head back and set your phone down on speaker and use your spare hand to conceal your moans.  Ran hears your moans until they suddenly sound muffled, “are you holding back?” 

“No.” 

“What made you do this by the way?” Ran grins, hoping it’s because of him, who else would you be doing this with anyways?

“I just wanted to,” you say, pressing your fingers against the spot that you found. 

“You’re lying to me, aren’t you?” Ran continues to stroke himself as he hears your little moans. “Bet you were so worked up after earlier hm? Need to feel my fingers inside your needy cunt yeah? Tell me,”

“Yes, Ran fuck, keep going–” your voice is strain.

“Thinking of how wet and tight your pussy is right now, wanna stretch you so fuckin– shit,” you can now hear the low groans escaping his lips, mind travelling back to your conversation with Emi. She was fucking right, this is so hot. Everything is so hot. Ran is so hot. “You can’t stre— shit— stretch me out,”

Ran’s hand grips his cock tighter hearing your words, “Yeah? Don’t think I can fuck you into your mattress? Bet you’re so sensitive down there, one touch to your fuckin’ needy pussy and you’re cumming all over my fingers, hm?”

“N-not true— sshu, shut up.” Your voice strains as a moan bubbles out of you. Ran is quiet for a moment as his line is completely silent, almost as if he muted himself. “Ran? You there?”

“Check your phone [Y/N],” 

You reach down, grab your phone while still moving your fingers in and out and look down at the message on your screen. More like a photo on your screen. Ran’s cock stands thick and tall and your eyes widen at the size. Holy shit— that is supposed to enter you—. 

Do you send one back? Is it too risky?

Ran continues to pump his cock hearing the small choked moans escaping your lips, “keep making noises pretty, you’re gorgeous— fuck,” 

“Check your phone Ran,” you choke out and Ran almost stops breathing hearing your words. No way you—

He opens your messages, still pumping himself and drops his phone seeing the photo you just sent him. Your shirt is lifted up, revealing your perky nipples. Ran is practically drooling at the sight, like a starved dog who just received a glimpse of his first meal in months. 

Next time he sees you, he’s stuffing his face between your gorgeous breasts. “You’re the hottest person, I’ve ever seen,” Ran compliments you, gripping the base of his cock when he hears you orgasm, the prettiest noise he’s ever heard. His name leaves your mouth as you announce you’re cumming.

“Shit,” he pumps his cock faster and practically chokes when ropes shoot out against his fist and over his twitching chest. The line is silent, the only noises are panting as you both try and recover from your orgasms. “So, how was that?” Ran asks, his voice is still shaky as  he speaks. 

“Amazing,” you collapse on your bed yawning, “might skip school tomorrow, I’m so tired.”

“Yeah? You’re not gonna avoid me for weeks are you?”

“No,” you giggle, “I won’t,”

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, g’night doll.” This is probably the softest you’ve ever heard his voice as he hangs up. You bite back a smile as you recall the entire call. I have to tell Emi. You think as you stand up, almost falling over as your feet are tangled in the sheets.

You open the doors to her room to see she’s fast asleep. Maybe tomorrow you think.

[ann-is-amazing-person]

In His Office - Pt. 1

Warning: Nsfw, Protection Safe Sex and Taking Virginity. (If you're uncomfortable to read it, Please Avoid it! 🙏)

Part 2

First Pov

Yagami Takayuki is my boyfriend. We been dating for few years back after The AD-9's and Ehara's Case. It's been rough time for us.

I meet him at the hospital when Yagami was still a lawyer while investigating in someone's patient's room where the death happened. Past Few years, We become friends first until the Emi Case came and saying Okubo murders his girlfriend and set the house on fire.

Yagami retired for being Lawyer after the case ended that Okubo is Innocent and heard He broke up with Mafuyu after that. I was shocked and worried for him when I heard that news.

He must take the blame and guilt of Emi's death but Yagami's having a hard time and I always be with him to cheer him up and help him to heal.

3 months later, He become private detective and his partner investigator Kaito. Has own office called "Yagami Detective Agency." He also thank me for staying with his side and helping him to recover from what happened but I'm so proud of him and glad to help.

Until the hospital happening.

Turns out, It was Shono's fault and believing there's a cure for Alzheimer. He can't accept the reality that is no cure for Alzheimer patients. He killed Emi-Chan for She found out the truth about Patient's true death.

After that, when I was in his office for waiting him to come back and He shows up small bandage on his forehead. He explains what happened but I'm glad he's okay and safe but Yagami began to confess that He likes me. For very long time.

I was surprised and feeling my heart wanted to explode for the happiness, I accepted his confession and began to kiss him on the lips. My first kiss with him.

Then next, Ehara's Case turns out He really killed Hiro Mikoshiba after his son was been bullied to death. Even Hiro did apologize so much and Ehara won't accept his apologize.

After that trial, I heard him He and His Friends founded the body of Kawai after They beat the RK gang. I waited him to arrived at my home since I gave him a spare key of my house in case He's wanted to sleep or place to relax.

When he comes home, I saw him almost bruises and some little blood around him while giving me small smile. I was relief and He's okay still as I began to taking care of his injuries.

Sometimes when I entered his office, I see He has a bruises, scars and blood around him while taking care his injuries. Makes me so worry so much about him and Yagami always told me that He's alright.

“(Y/n)..” I heard his voice called my name as I snap my thoughts away.

“Hmm?”

“Do you have plans for tomorrow?” He asked as I shrugged “No, I'm free from my work. Why?” I replied “Well, I was wondering if can we go out together. I finished the case, today. I wanted to spend time together with you” He smiled.

Giving him a warm smile and nodded “Sure, I would love to and You really need to take a break from those thugs who was trying to fight with you. Because of I'm worried about you.”

“It's fine, Besides some of them know that you're my girlfriend and I give them a lesson to stay away from you.” He responded.

Oh about that Sometimes Thugs almost come to me and Yagami came at the right time while taking them down. I guess some of them knows about me, Yagami's Girlfriend.

“Aw, Did my detective worried about me?” I smiled, Yagami chuckles and smiles at me. “Yep.”

“Alright, Detective Yagami. I'll see you tomorrow” I winked at him as waves at him “See ya tomorrow, (Y/n)” Said Yagami.

Next Morning, Take a warm bath and eating my breakfast before I leave, I was wearing my dark t-shirt with red flannel unbutton and some blue dark jeans with my converse shoes.

“Okay, Today is free day and Time spending time together with Yagami.” I said to myself through the mirror and headed out while closing and lock my door behind.

Taking walk just to visit him on his office, after arriving. Began to knock the door as I heard him saying “come in!”

Third Pov

(Y/n) entered his office while Yagami putting his paperworks on the box. “So you ready?” He said while looking at her, smiling.

“Sure! Wanna play at VR Paradise?” She asked. He nodded “Yeah, Cause I'm planning to beat you in the game.” Said Yagami with a small smirk giving at her.

“Oh, I see. You're wanting me to get lose. Be prepared yagami-san cause I'm about to kick your ass!” (Y/n) said with a smirking at him, making Him chuckle.

After past time, They going to the restaurant, Arcades and Parks together for a long time. Soon, They're sitting at the beach drinking their soda orange together.

“Oh (Y/n), There's something I wanted to give for you.” Yagami said while pulling out two bracelets which is a couple matching bracelets.

“Yagami...This is wonderful” She said as takes the bracelet and looking at it. “It has little hearts and stars...And Isn't that Koro Nyan?” Noticing the shaped dice cat.

“Yeah, It's cute and I have to get it.” He smiles at her. “Here let wear it for you..” as Yagami began to put the bracelet around her wrist then (Y/n) did the same thing for his.

“Now we're both matching bracelets!” She giggled and showing her wrist with the bracelet on it.

Yagami gives a soft smile at her and staring, He's lucky to have (Y/n) in his life after all rough times, She'll always be there for him.

Back to the past, when he broke up with Mafuyu. He felt so lost and alone after his retirement of being lawyer, (Y/n) found out what happened and She helped him to recover and comforting him by staying his side always. She always be there for him.

Yagami was so happy and glad he had her in his life until His realization, He likes (Y/n). That's why his feelings is mixed up a lot when He saws (y/n) sometimes.

After the Hospital happened, that's where He began to confessed to her and (Y/n) accepted as become his girlfriend.

When He feels down frustrated or having nightmares about Shono's lab Incident and Emi-chan Case, (Y/n) comforts him and telling that's it's not his fault of what happened.

Or If Yagami's got into fights again by those thugs always shows up and fights with him then after finishing them up, He'll end up having those bruises and injuries.

But (Y/n) always taking those injuries of his better than healing by himself, He felt so happy when someone's looking out for him.

They began both stay quiet while (y/n) taking a drink of her soda until.

“(Y/n), Can we...make a next level of our relationship..?”

She raise her eyebrow while looking at him in confusion.

“Okay, Go ahead.”

“Like having Se-”

A spit of soda coming out from her mouth while coughing, Yagami began to worry as rubbing her back. “Jesus! I'm sorry what?” She asked to him while her cheeks is bright red.

”Look, I know this is shocked. It's just...well..I wanted to do something more..with you” He rubbing back of his neck shyly. “Did Kaito give you advice of this? I swear I'm gonna beat the shi-”

”No, No! It wasn't from him!”

She give him a stare for seconds as He began to sighs “Okay, a little bit from him but This feeling trying to tell me something...deep and I can't help it.”

“That you're feeling...”

“Yeah, that one..” She can hear his voice is different tone. He's totally embarrassed, well a little.

“And did you like...or feeling” (y/n) asked to him like She know what she meant.

“Sometimes, when I feel that mood” He said.

Her eyes widen, She could Imagine Yagami was pleasuring himself and thinking about you in his office but (Y/n) began to shake her imagination out.

“Oh, I see.”

“Shit...I shouldn't talk about this, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable and I understand if you don't-” (Y/n) stopped him by holding his hand “Yagami, I accepted it.”

“What?”

“I been thinking about that...for very long time and I can't help with a lot” Yagami looked at her and seeing her cheeks is turning pink.

“You sure about this?” He asked her to make sure, She's ready.

“Yes, I am.” (Y/n) give him a soft smile, He smiled back. “Oh Yagami, one more thing.”

“Yeah, what is it?”

She lean her lips to his ear while began to whisper“It's my first time, I wanted to give it to you.” (Y/n) whispered as making his eyes widen and looking at him “No way.” He said.

“Yes way, You?” She asked and Yagami nodded. “Oh shit, no way.” (Y/n) blinked as Yagami chuckled.

“So...Where do you wanna do it?” She bite her cheek inside as looking at him. “How about in My Office?”

“Your Office?” (Y/n) asked “If you don't, We can book for love hotel.” He replied.

“I think, Office would be great. Did you plan about this?” Said (Y/n) giving a small smirk at Yagami. “Yeah, I think?” Seeing his cheeks is turn little pink.

“Takayuki Yagami! I didn't know you were such a dir-Hmmph!” Before she finished her sentence, He cut her off by a kiss while (Y/n)'s eyes widen.

The Kiss is getting little more as Yagami pulls away while making both of them pant little.

“You were saying?” He give me that darn ass smirk and She glared at him, punch his arm playfully. “Let's head to your office before I kick your ass..” (Y/n) mumbles grumpy, making her face is red in embarrassment while both of them headed to his office.

First Pov

As we headed to his office while Yagami opens the door for me and we both enter.

I noticed his papers documents cases on his desk are gone, maybe he put them in the drawers or the box. So did the coffee was gone there too. Yagami really planned out of this.

“I see, you clean your desk.” I said while taking. “Yeah, I could really use to organize my desk for a change.” He smiled “So where do we start?”

Bit my cheek inside as looking at the windows and then the door “First, We need to close the Windows by some blinds. We don't wanna see some random thugs or someone see us having fun”

“Yeah, Or else they're probably enjoying the show. That would be embarrassing” He chuckled while Me and Him began close the window blinds. “I'll lock the door.” I headed to the door and locks the door as close the window blind of the door since it has window on it.

Everything's is covered and secure, looking at Yagami. There is it, Awkward Silent appears again. “So Uhm...Do you wanna uh” I shyly asked “Yeah. We should take a sit?” Yagami said, I nodded.

We both take a sit on the couch, My cheeks is bright red then I feel his hand holding mine as He's looking into my eyes “I'm asking you again, you ready for this?” Yagami asked to make sure.

I give him a nod with a smile “Yeah, I'm ready.”

Third Pov

Yagami lean her as his lips pressed against hers while began to kissing her, (Y/n)'s right hand holding his cheek while her left hand pressed against his chest.

They continue kissing until the kiss is getting more and deeper little, Her eyes slowly closed. So did Yagami, his both hands holding her waist gently.

He making her pull closer to him making (Y/n) was sitting on his lap. Until feeling his tongue licks her lips and open her mouth for him.

Their tongues swirling together while both of them began to moaning softly, feeling temperature is getting hot or It's just them?

After Yagami wins, Both of them pull away as the string of salivas connected to their tip of their tongues while both of them taking a breath.

“Shit...” She breathed and smiles at him. Yagami chuckles little then leans forward to her until He began to kissing her neck, (Y/n) sighing softly in enjoyment.

He began to give a soft bites to her neck and her collarbone, making her gasped softly. Leaving some bite marks to her. “My turn” (Y/n) stopped him and began to kisses his neck while He moans little.

“(Y/n)...” His eyes were closed when (y/n) continues kissing his neck, that drives him enjoyment. Her lips began to give a small gentle bites on his neck as Yagami moaned softly.

After that, She pulls away from his neck and He lays her down on the couch. Luckily, His Couch is big to fit both of them. Yagami began to taking off his leather jacket then drop it on the floor.

Next part, He began pull up his shirt and revealing him shirtless. Her eyes widen and saw him shirtless fully, his arms and his chest are perfect. No wonder why He always fights with the thugs a lot.

“Like what you see?” He chuckled, (Y/n) snapped out from the stare and blushed appears on her cheeks. “Yeah, you're so...like holy shit, I didn't not expected that..” She laughed nervously while her fave deep red like a tomato.

Yagami smiled as (Y/n) began taking off her flannel and next her shirt, revealing wearing a bra.

Dropped them where his Jacket and his shirt are on the floor. Things are getting messy tonight on his office.

[kozumekenza]

rebels :: one

:: oikawa tooru x f!reader :: playlist :: masterlist ::

:: taglist: open :: wc: 1.4k ::

considered a god in his own right, oikawa tooru always gets what he wants. and now, his sights are set on you.

tw: mafia elements, profanity, blood, human trafficking, alcohol use

Oikawa Tooru hates his job.

That’s all he can think about when he walks out of the elevator and deeper into the heart of his building.

“Lord Oikawa, there are three of them, in the fourth room on your left, sir.”

Oikawa sighs as he runs a hand through his hair. “How many times do I have to tell you to drop the honorifics, Kindaichi? My father is Lord Oikawa, I am not.”

The man in question, Kindaichi, bows his head. “Yes, sir.”

“Kindaichi.”

“Yes, Tooru.”

Oikawa sighs. “Thank you.”

When he turns the handle to the room in which the victims are held, he pauses for a second. He may hate his job, but this is the most rewarding part of it. He will always do whatever he can to help people escape his father’s clutches.

Oikawa steps in and immediately sees Iwaizumi standing before the glass partition. It’s best this way; the one-way glass allows Oikawa to see and hear what the victims say, but they don’t see him. If they ever find their way back into his father’s clutches, they won’t know anything about who had rescued them.

“One of them will need medical attention.”

Iwaizumi’s voice is strong and steady, and Oikawa hums along as he flips through a file. Even after all these years, Oikawa doesn’t know how Iwaizumi manages to keep his composure during times like this. Every time he has to venture down to these rooms, Oikawa can feel his heart breaking, tearing him apart from the inside out. He knows that after he’s finished here tonight, he will return back upstairs to his apartment and drink until the pain is numbed away.

“What happened?” Oikawa flips another page.

“She fought back.”

Iwaizumi’s voice wavers for the first time in years. Oikawa looks up and meets his eyes, eyebrows raising.

Iwaizumi gestures to the glass. “Just look.”

So, he does.

And immediately regrets doing so.

The other two, a boy and a girl who appear to be siblings, are curled up together in the corner, a blanket covering them.

But you.

You stand in front of them, arms crossed over your chest, obscuring the siblings from complete view. You’re looking straight at him, like you can see through the glass. Your murderous gaze sends a shiver down Oikawa’s spine, but he forces himself to look back at you, to take stock of the injuries you have.

There’s blood running down your face from a deep cut on your forehead. Your knuckles are bruised and split open. Your clothes are torn, scrapes and bruises littering the skin that is exposed. Your left wrist is twisted unnaturally where it rests on your other arm.

But despite it all, you’re still standing there, protecting the siblings, and staring through the glass straight into Oikawa’s soul.

---

Your memory is hazy.

You remember leaving the bar after your closing shift and starting your walk home. You remember being grabbed by someone and told to stay quiet. You remember the shooting pain of a needle in your arm.

Then, your memory becomes unreliable.

You woke up in a transport container with the siblings behind you. You never managed to get their names. You remember that you couldn’t stay awake for long periods of time, that sleep kept pulling you under. You remember someone busting open the container’s lock and grabbing the three of you, pulling you out and promising safety. You remember fighting back and not trusting their words.

And now, you’re here.

You know that someone is watching you on the other side of the glass. You know that you’re injured. You know that the siblings are scared out of their minds.

But all you can do is stand your ground, and stare at the glass.

---

“She won’t let anyone near them.”

Iwaizumi’s voice pulls Oikawa out of his stupor. He’s too focused on you, on how you’re staring straight through him, at how you’re standing tall despite the obvious pain you must be feeling.

“Not even Emi?”

If anyone could break through your strong façade, it would be Emi. She’s kind and gentle, exactly the type of person for this job.

“She told Emi that she wanted to speak to whoever was in charge and refused medical care or help for any of them until she speaks to that person.”

Oikawa runs a hand through his hair and sighs. If he has to do this, he will. If only to get you and the siblings the help and care that you all need.

---

When the door opens, your defensive demeanor returns. These people may have promised you safety, but there is nothing safe about this situation.

You expect the woman from earlier to walk in, but to your surprise, it’s a man around your age, in a ruffled suit and an unsettling smile on his face. He’s young and objectively handsome; it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. He approaches you slowly, and you anchor your feet to the ground, refusing to step backwards. You don’t trust him; why should you?

“Who are you?” Mercifully, your voice doesn’t shake.

The man’s smile softens as he stops a few feet away from you. “Oikawa Tooru. I’m the one who brought you here.”

“What do you want?”

“Nothing, really.” He shrugs and eyes the arm that you’re clutching. “I’d like to get you all medical attention and find their parents,” he gestures to the siblings, “and then you can do whatever you would like.”

You eye him suspiciously. He seems sincere, but you never truly know in this world. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

Oikawa looks towards the glass. “Could you ask Emi to come back in, please?”

---

The other reason Emi is so crucial to these situations is because of her experience. She herself was one of the very first that Oikawa rescued from his father’s clutches, but he will be forever indebted to her for all that she does for the other victims.

Mere seconds pass before Emi is walking in, sending you a quick glance before smiling at Oikawa. “What can I do for you, Tooru?”

“If you don’t mind, I’d like them to know that I’m serious about letting them free. It’s normal to be suspicious, but I’d like to prove to them that they are safe now.”

Emi just smiles and bows her head. “Of course, Tooru.”

Oikawa watches as Emi approaches you and begins speaking softly. After a few minutes, she reaches her hands forward and gently grasps your wrist, checking for range of motion. Oikawa breathes a sigh of relief. The hard work is done now that you trust at least Emi. He makes for the door, but your voice stops him.

“Excuse me?” Your voice is less hostile than it was earlier, and Oikawa pauses with his hand on the door handle.

“Yes?”

“I’d like to stay with them if that’s alright. Just to make sure.”

Oikawa nods and smiles. “Of course. I’ll come down tomorrow and check on the three of you.”

His heart squeezes when he hears a soft “thank you” as he’s leaving.

---

Tokyo looks small from his balcony. It sprawls for miles around him, but up here, high above it, it seems miniscule and insignificant. Even the glow of the nightlife seems dim. He swirls the whiskey tumbler in his grip before taking a sip, listening to the rhythmic tinkling of the ice hitting the glass.

When the balcony doors open behind him, he pretends that he doesn’t flinch.

“Emi got the three of them settled in for the night. They’re all eating, and Kiyoko’s on her way to check the injuries.”

Oikawa smiles softly, eyes still on the city below him. “Thank you, Iwaizumi.”

“Your father wants to see you tomorrow.”

Oikawa stiffens. “No.”

He hears Iwaizumi sigh and sees him rest his elbows on the railing out of the corner of his eye. “You know you don’t have a choice.”

Oikawa glances to the side. “You’ll come with me, right?”

Iwaizumi smiles one of his rare smiles and steals the whiskey tumbler from Oikawa’s hand. “Of course, I will.”

Oikawa allows some of the tension to leave his body. “Thank you.”

Iwaizumi downs the rest of the whiskey and sets the glass next to Oikawa’s elbow. “You also have four other meetings tomorrow with various clients.”

Resting his head on his forearms, Oikawa sighs. “Of course, I do.”

Iwaizumi’s voice is teasing when he replies. “Hey, it pays to be the Great King of Tokyo.”

[mothclothtales]

Hi! I was reading one of your my hero fics and was curious what your sexuality headcanons are for the characters? Thanks!

Hello!

Firstly, I hope you enjoyed reading my stories. I wrote them a bit ago now but I'm glad you still took the time to read them.

(Also so sorry it took me this long to respond! I got busy with my coursework and the world situation has been taking a toll on me)

My headcanons for the characters, at least the ones that I’ve either written or thought about are:

Hawks/Keigo Takami: Bisexual. Doesn't really have a preference for what gender, just likes pretty people who catch his eye.

Best Jeanist/Tsunagu Hakamada: Panromantic-Demisexual. He's a particular man so, for him to be attracted to somebody, he needs to be able to mesh with their personality. If he can't, then all attraction flies out the window. I also don't consider him to be able to just sleep around with anybody (especially after Kamino Ward) so he needs that emotional bond for him to even consider sleeping with somebody and being vulnerable in that way. In short, doesn't matter to him how someone identifies so long as their personalities work together.

Miruko/Rumi Usagiyama: Bisexual, but with like a 90% attraction to women, and 10% attraction to every other gender.

Fuyumi Todoroki: Demiromantic, but with a slight preference for people who identify as male.

Ragdoll/Tomoko Shiretoko: Pan. I don’t think she cares at all what her romantic partners look like, she just would fall in love with them due to their personality.

Ms. Joke/Emi Fukanando: Omni or Demi. I feel like she would find it hard to find a genuine romantic connection since her quirk is basically a giant defense mechanism. I feel like she was one of those kids growing up that had a lot of friends but never felt truly included or liked. Just was kept around to be a positive reinforcement while bottling her emotions on the inside.

Wash/Susugu Mitarai: Aromantic-Asexual. I can't really explain why I thought about him so much but yea. I don't think he experiences any romantic or sexual attraction to anybody, just likes his friendships and people close to him.

Thirteen/Anan Kurose: Lesbian. A friend of mine headcanoned it and then told me. They also made a cute OC for her and honestly they stole my heart so I adopted the idea.

Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura: Asexual-Gay. Disregarding canon here for a moment, Shigaraki I feel has no real interest in anything sexual, just rather be able to have a cozy night in with a potential bf. 

Dabi: I honestly flip flop with him a lot but I see him as either gay or bisexual. This would also be disregarding the canon version of him for the moment.

[violetnotez]

Haaaaiiii! I don't know if you've done this before, but can you do a headcanon with Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kaminari (separately) dating a slim thicc reader who's waaaaay to kind to everyone for her own good? Sorry if that was specific lol. It just suits my life.

HC: Slim Thicc + Overly Nice Reader | BNHA

Music Genre: Pop | BNHA

Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

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Shop Owner Note: The fuq how did you describe me in four words lmaoooo-I really liked this idea alot!!!!! Also I only did Bakugo, Izuku and Shoto caus emy brain got fried, so hope thats okay!

Midoriya

THIS GIF ISNT APART OF THE HC AT ALL I JUST FOUND IT AND NOW IM FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAYYYY😳😳

Midoriya most definitely drink his respect women juice

He was raised by his mother after all

BUT

doesnt mean the boy cant be a little perverted-

He just loves your body!!!!!

How can he NOT love everything about it, from the way your school tights slightly squeeze your thighs to the point where he feel like he cant breath

Or when you wear his shirts and its tighter around the chest and flowy around you waist

Mmmmmm lets not forget your hero suit- this man would probably kiss the shoes of the person who made your suit

Cause DAMN they really made it as tight as possible and he just loves it sm

Lets be real this dude has probably popped a boner by accident just thinking about your hero suit 😶

ANYWAYS 💀💀💀💀

He is very much respectful about you and keeps his raging hormones horniness to himself

He is ALWAYS making sure you feel comfortable in your relationship, whether its from holding hands to cuddling, he will always make sure you give your consent

Now, when it comes to your kindness, this is something Midoriya probably loves the most about you

But he does find it really concerning when he notices you say “yes” to everything somebody asks you to do for them

And running yourself down, not looking as energetic as yourself

He is very observant, so he notices little things that signal you are little overwhelmed 

Like your clothes arent as perfectly ironed as they used to be, you seem to be forgetting your own things while remembering to bring everybody else’s, your smile seems strained, and you just look stressed

He is so incredibly empathetic- it pains him to his s/o look so distraught 

It does anger him a bit that these people can so easily take advantage of you, and not even care that you arent feeling your best because of what they asked of you

But he swallows down the anger, offering to help you with whatever you need at your dorm room

He tries to make it as stress free as he possibly can, bringing your favorite snacks and playlist of music to calm your mind

But at some point hed give you a very gentle talk,,,,

He knows you havent been feeling too great, whether you deny it or not, and he wants you to know that its perfectly okay to not say “yes” to every person

He knows you mean well and you want to help everyone out of the generosity of your heart, and he loves that about you

But you as a person are important, and you come first over anyone

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Bakugo

Like Midoriya, just LOVES your body

Like cmon, how can he NOT

Dude is a ass+boob man change ma mind 

At first he deifnitely denies it-

Him??? Stare at your ass??? Pshh he was looking at the oven baka, if anything your ass was blocking his view-

You would know you caught him red handed cause he face would get redder than Momo’s hero suit and he would actually stutter—-

Which would make him extrmeely annoyed and he’d be cussing a storm+be in a grumpy mood for an hour or two

But once you two get more comfortable in your relationship-

NO HOLDING BACK

He will have use every opportunity to just be meannnn

And by mean

I mean turn slapping your ass into some sick game

Like if you dont yelp and cuss him out whats the point?

Once he slapped you so hard he legit left his big ass hand print on your butt cheek and you were about to slap his smug ass back....

But off a 50ft building  🙃

Also a big softie too

Like when you to cuddle he loves cuddling into your chest 🥺🥺

To him it’s just so comfyyyyyyyyyy

Honestly, Bakugo can’t understand at all how you can be so nice to people

It confuses him???? But he finds it really....nice???

Like half the stuff you do for people Bakugo wouldn’t ever dream of doing

He knows he’d either give that person an intimidating, dirty look or just laugh at them, cause yeah right he’d waste his time with their stupid problems

Ouchhhhhhhh

But you are totally different than him-you had a lot more patience and sympathy than he had, always coming to everyone’s rescue it seemed like

He finds it attractive and to him, it confuses the hell out of him how he does

But what bothers him is how much time you spend away from him

He won’t ever admit it, but he feels lonely when you’re not around

And what’s even worse-is by the time you do hang out with him, your too tired to even properly pay attention to him after running around and doing everything for everyone else

Bakugo the Attention Whore

One day this dude would have enough, as he’s been getting the bad end of the stick for a good couple of weeks——

He just barges into were ever your at, and doesn’t give to shits what so everrrrr

Bakugo has one mission in mind: getting his s/o back

Wouldn’t acknowledge anyone but you, grabbing your wrist and yanking you out of the room even if your protesting with him

“The hell are you doing Bakugo, let go-“

“No 😠”

“Pleaseeeeeee I was in the middle of working on something-“

“I said NO 😠😠😠”

Angry Pomeranian Activated

Once stop dragging you until he locks you in his room, forcing you to hear him out

He HATES being emotional or open, but at that, he starts spilling his guts through gritted teeth and choppy sentences,,

Saying that you waste too much time in thise “extras”, that they don’t deserve as much time as you give them, and that you have more “important” things than do all their work for them

*cough cough him being the more important thing

But hoenstly, you feel a little bad for him,,,,,

So you compromise with him and promise you’ll spend more time on him

He’s pretty happy with that,

but now he takes it one step further to make sure you deifnitely have enough time to hang out with him

If he’s around when someone asks you for help, he’ll cut them off and lie straight theough his teeth, saying you two have a “date” and squeezing you close to him with an iron grip

“Wait-Bakugo-we didnt have a date planned-“

“Tsch, now we do-“

Shoto Todoroki

I have said this timeeee and timeeee againnnn

But Shoto really is the definition of innocence

So really, it wouldn’t ever dawn on him on how killer his s/o’s body is

He’s just kinda like....yeah I know they have a butt and chest? Doesn’t everyone?😶

This poor Boi someone help him

It only really sets it after a few months of being together that he’s actually really, really in love with your body

Like how did he never notice how good you look in leggings?

Or how soft and comfortable your chest is?

And why does he want you to squeeze him with your thighs? 😳

Hormones are ragingggggg

And also veryyyyyyyy protective over you

Shoto is very observant and quiet in social situations, usually opting to check out his surroundings instead of trying to be sociable

So he’ll catch from time to time classmates commenting on you and your figure, and it never sits very well with him

At first when these incidences happened he was very conflicted, not understanding this intense jealousy and need to protect you

But after a while of contemplating his feelings, he understood it was because he was protective of you

And ohohoohohoh

This man is PROTECTIVE

He does little things you would never reallly notice until you actually do

Like when he takes you home after hanging out or a date, he lingers a little longer outside your door to make sure you’re inside safely

Or when you’re walking together he will make sure your walking inside the street and away from the cars

Also has a tendency to grab your waist or your hand when a group of men come your way

He just gets paranoid okay 🥺🥺🥺

And because he’s so protective, he doesn’t practically like that you’re being taken advantage of sometimes because of your kindness

Especially when it comes to other men

On a few occasions Shoto has spotted you in a sticky situation with a guy who was being a little too close for comfort

It would make you uncomfortable of course, you had a boyfriend you already loved a lot-

but you felt kind of bad just being a total bitch to this guy who desperately wanted a chance

So you’d just awkwardly laugh and smile with their stupid pick up lines, trying your best to be polite but also show you weren’t interested

But Shoto at this point has radar for when your in trouble, and just pops out of nowhere 💀

He’s not the type to flaunt his relationship by impulsively kissing you or anything like that, but he’ll show it in subtle ways

Like calling you “dear” or wrapping his arm around your waist

Honestly, the look of pure relief and comfort in your face shows more than Shoto could have ever done,,,

And that Shoto was deifnitely someone that was more than just a “guy fiend” and soemthing like that

Also Shoto would give them a look that could kill and that instantly scares the shit out anyone lmao

These dudes faces would deflate like balloons real quick, cause at this point everyone knows who Shoto Todoroki is

And how the hell can they compete with that

Instant “oh shit my bad” type energy

After those incidents, Shoto locks down way harder

He practically has you glued to his side, and he doesn’t let go

Like at all

Get used to it cause for the rest of the day Shoto is gonna be following you around like some body guard 💀

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[forever-lynx]

as long as he had eiji

pairing: asheiji

word count: 1754

angst with mild hurt/comfort

A/N: shoutout to the big motivator @emi-joanna 😌this one’s for you bestie

this was also meant for mother’s day yesterday but i had an essay to finish so i couldn’t complete it on time... well, it’s here now! i hope you enjoy

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The smell of pancakes flew through the air. Eiji wanted to make something simple this morning. He was exhausted from work; he was called in for extra hours in the past week to cover for his sick co-worker. Eiji was smiling to himself as he made the pancakes. Today was Mother’s Day and it reminded him of how much he missed his mom. He’d have to call his mom after breakfast.

Eiji inhaled the smell of his pancakes. He was an excellent cook, he knew; he had to cook for his younger sister back when he lived in Izumo because his mom would often be at the hospital beside his dad. Eiji grew melancholic at the thought of his dad. He missed his family more than anything, though he did not regret living in New York. He never would. It gave him the opportunity to meet his soulmate, the man he valued above all else. Speaking of which, he turned his head toward the couch his lover was asleep on. Ash was awake until late hours of the night in order to complete his business report. Ash was working incredibly hard in his new job. He truly valued it, and Eiji was forever proud of him for his hard work.

The two had not yet moved from New York. Ash had unfinished business to take care of with his gang which caused them to postpone their travels. It was unfortunate – Ash was really looking forward to seeing the place Eiji was born in, and above all he was looking forward to finally escaping the suffocating atmosphere of New York – but they had their aspirations, and it would not escape their grasp so easily. 

Eiji piled up the last bit of the pancakes on top of each other and placed them in the middle of the table. He walked over to Ash to wake him up. Ash’s nightmares still continued, unfortunately; though it was to be expected, two months was not enough time to heal from an incredibly traumatic event. And in Ash’s case, he was still dealing with the devils of his past. It pained Eiji; he wanted to be the barrier that protected Ash from all the hurt in the universe. Though as unrealistic as that may be, he was happy to be beside Ash, from now to forever. 

Eiji knelt beside Ash and kissed his cheek. 

“Aslan,” he murmured. “Breakfast is ready.” 

Ash grumbled, turning positions.

Eiji giggled, “Wake up you sleepyhead.”

“Fuck no.” Ash groaned.

“Aslan. You have five seconds to wake up or else I am flipping this couch.”

“I’d like to see your twink ass try.” 

“You are impossible,” Eiji said, grabbing a pillow from the other couch and hitting Ash with it.

“What the fuck– Eiji!”

“I spent ten minutes making pancakes, you are not going to let them grow cold and have all my hard work go to waste. Stupid American.” Eiji hit him with a pillow again.

Ash grabbed his pillow and threw it at Eiji. Luckily, the Japanese boy was able to ditch it. Eiji laughed and stuck his tongue out.

“Too slow.”

“Slow?! Oh, you’ll pay for this,” Ash threatened, lunging at Eiji and tickling him. Eiji erupted in a fit of laughter. The pillow fell from his hand as Ash continued to attack him with tickles. 

“Fine! Ah- you win!” Ash smiled in triumph. He got up and made his way to the table.

“Pancakes. Wonderful. Yours are to die for.”

“I am not taking compliments from a man who almost killed me with tickles.” Eiji said, sitting down. “Death by tickles, huh? Never tried that method before. Sounds lame.”

Eiji rolled his eyes. The lovers dived in, gulfing down their breakfast. They talked about their work and their plans for Izumo. Eiji was beyond ecstatic to have Ash see his home city. He wanted to introduce him to his neighbours and his friends. He couldn’t wait to take Ash to his old school grounds and the park where he learned how to ride a bike. He wanted Ash to see every little detail of Izumo and he hoped more than anything that his boyfriend would finally find peace. 

Once breakfast was over and Eiji had cleaned the table, he announced that he’d be calling his mom.

“It is Mother’s Day. It will only take a minute.” Eiji said. Though that wasn’t entirely the truth. His mother tended to stretch one minute long phone calls to an hour. “Take as much time as you need,” Ash assured him. Eiji smiled and went in their room for the phone call. He did not want to bother Ash when he had mountains of work to do.

Ash settled on his desk chair and stared at his laptop screen. Mother’s Day, he thought, how odd to dedicate an entire day for a parent. Who even came up with this shit?

Ash sighed and shook his head. It wasn’t worth questioning something as minor as this. He tried to focus on his work; he stared at the numbers before him. Unfortunately for him, he was unable to make out what they meant. He knew the formulas – he knew this job like the back of his hand – but his brain refused to cooperate. Weird, he thought.

Ash got up from his chair and made himself coffee. Perhaps he was too tired from the night before to even focus on his work. Of course, that was it. He simply needed to wake up and consume as much coffee and Monster Energy drinks as he could.

Ash sat on the couch with the coffee cup in his hand. He was staring at the blank TV screen, looking at his reflection. The more he stared, the more it felt like the person staring back at him was a stranger. Sometimes he would do this, staring at his reflection until he could not recognize the face. People would find this an abnormal activity, but not to Ash. He was used to questioning the person he saw in his reflection.

Eiji’s laughter erupted from the other room. Ash grinned slightly. Eiji loved his mom, Ash knew. They loved each other. Like a normal family. Like what he always wanted.

The thought hit Ash. He violently shook his head – why was he thinking about this? Yes, it was Mother’s Day, but it meant nothing to him. He never knew his mom, anyway. Why would he want to celebrate a day dedicated to someone who had abandoned him? He thought it was some sick humor. Mother’s Day was just for people to rub their healthy relationship with their mom on those who didn’t.

Eiji had once told him that his mom cared for him, which was why he was named Aslan Jade Callanreese. The thought of his mom caring for him made him laugh. If she truly cared, why had she left Ash with that bastard of a dad? 

Ash’s vision suddenly got blurry. He scoffed and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. He didn’t understand why he was wasting his energy dwelling on this. His mom had left him. Full stop. He had gotten over it.

Right?

Ash inhaled shakily. He hated to admit it but he always yearned for a mom who cared. He wanted to know what it was like to come home from school to the smell of freshly baked cookies and the happy humming of a mom. On nights when he could not sleep, he found himself yearning for the touch of his mom, a woman he never got the privilege of knowing. More than anything, he wanted proof that his mom had loved him. The feeling of despair that came with this thought was overwhelming. Ash was suffocating in the loss of someone he had never known. 

Ash’s head dropped in his hands. He allowed his tears to flood on the carpet below. His body was shaking with gloom, his world turning black. All these years he hoped it would get easier and it never did. It never would.

Ash heard Eiji’s footsteps getting closer. He immediately stood up and wiped his tears away. He didn’t want to ruin Eiji’s day just because he got sad over his mom. Eiji deserved to enjoy this day – he deserve to enjoy every day.

“My sister wanted to talk to me in the end… I had to tell my mom I had somewhere urgent to go to just so I could avoid talking to her,” Eiji said.

Ash let out a light chuckle; he was doing his best to act normal.

“Ah, I see you made some coffee for yourself. Good to know you did not burn the kitchen.”

Ash chuckled again, looking away from Eiji. As much as he tried to hide his hurt, Eiji always noticed. He always knew when something was off.

Eiji walked towards Ash and sat next to him.

“You do not have to tell me what is wrong, but is there anything I can do to help? We can go get hot dogs if that is what you want.” Eiji softly said.

Ash smiled, “No it’s- it’s okay. It’s just…” Ash hesitated. “It’s Mother’s Day…” Ash could not get the words out of his mouth. The tears seemed to be spilling back immediately. Stupid emotions, he thought.

Luckily, Eiji immediately understood what Ash meant. He always did. “Oh,” Eiji said softly. “I am sorry, Aslan. I should have checked in on you today before I did anything else.”

“No, it’s really okay,” Ash assured him. “It’s not a joyful day for me but you do not have to go through any trouble. Just wishing I had a mom to celebrate this day with, I guess.”

Eiji rubbed Ash’s back. “I am here for you, Aslan. We can take it easy today, if that is what you want.” There were no amount of words that would heal Ash’s hurt but he wasn’t going to leave his lover alone – he never would.

Ash stayed silent for a moment until he opened his mouth to say, “Can… can you hold me?” 

Eiji nodded, “Of course.” He hugged Ash; Ash buried his face in the crook of Eiji’s neck, letting the tears roll. 

The lovers stayed in silence. All Ash needed was Eiji to let him know it would be okay.  

This is okay, Ash thought. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay… he kept repeating to himself, because as long as he had Eiji with him, everything was okay.

[starcountesseevee]

Just another one shot with Cliff x Reader, enjoy

Lending a Hand

Cliff ran over to his fainted Pupitar as it crashed backwards into the dirt, frantically checking over it's injuries while his opponent gloated.

"Ha, and I thought Team Rocket was supposed to be tough."

Cliff ignored the remark as he grabbed for his bag, desperately searching for a health potion as his opponent sauntered off. As he reached the bottom of his bag he realized he must be out. Dammit! He pounded a fist into the ground cursing himself for being so forgetful. And now his Pupitar might pay the price for it.

He shouldn't be this sentimental about a Pokemon and he knew if any of his fellow Team Rocket coworkers found out they would tease him mercilessly for it, but this was one of the very first Pokemon he ever caught as a Trainer and was ultimately what made him decide he wanted to specialize in Rock Types. He had worked hard to evolve it to a Pupitar and was working towards its final Tyranitar evolution just like he was working hard to become a Leader with Team Rocket. Although a loss like the one he just had was not Leader material and definitely not something that should have happened to an Officer such as himself.

Scooping up the Pupitar he frantically looked around the road he was on. He knew there was a town the way he had come but it was miles away and it had taken him most of the morning to get to where he was now. The Pupitar shook as he held it and a knot began forming in the pit of his stomach. Would he be able to get somewhere and get help before it was too late? Swearing under his breath he tucked it closer to him and began to run down the dirt path back the way he came. Even if he could keep this pace up it would still take at least an hour to get back to the town he came from, he just hoped that would be enough.

You shut and locked your back door, double checking that you had everything you needed in your pack before heading to the shed to retrieve your bike. It was a beautiful day out and just the kind of afternoon that would be perfect to get some more practice in with your new lens. You had finished processing your photos from over the weekend and while they were good they were not quite as good as you would like them to be. Which just meant you had an excuse to take more.

As you pushed your bike up the walkway you called for Emi, your Emolga, that obediently flew over to perch on your shoulder, trilling excitedly. He knew what getting the bike out meant - going somewhere out of town where there would be plenty of fresh berries and worms to eat. You crinkled your nose at him, giving the top of his head a little scratch before you set off.

It didn’t take you long to pass the edge of town and get onto the main path, a wide open dirt road with lush fields on either side. Your destination was a small forest a few miles up the road that had plenty of nice scenery to take pictures at. As you picked up the pace the warm summer breeze tousled your hair and Emi flew off your shoulder to do loops in the sky above you. It was definitely what you would call a perfect summer day.

Cliff’s legs and lungs were burning and despite his efforts there was still no glimpse of the town in sight. Jogging to a stop he fought to catch his breath, but even taking a brief rest felt like a betrayal as a fresh wave of guilt washed over him.

"It's gonna be okay buddy, we'll get you help soon." Although he wouldn't be caught dead talking to a Pokemon like that in front of his colleagues, especially not Sierra, in this moment it felt like the right thing to do. After a few minutes he felt like his breathing was under control enough to continue on but when he looked up at the road he spotted a cloud of dust being kicked up by something a bit further down. Hoping it was someone that could help he rushed forward, waving an arm to flag them down.

Emi was the first to notice the man running towards you and returned to your shoulder chirping incessantly before flitting about in front of your bike. Spotting them yourself you back pedaled, maybe a little too hard, making the bike skid to a stop in a cloud of dust. As the man approached it only took you a moment to notice the large, red R Team Rocket logo on his uniform and you gasped audibly, your first instinct being to turn your bike around and hightail it out of there. You were about to call Emi back to you when you spotted the Pupitar in the man’s arms and hesitated, it clearly looked injured.

“Hey!” Cliff called out, hoping to Mythics that whoever it was had some sort of health potion on them as he jogged to a stop. You were eyeing him warily and he couldn’t help noticing that you seemed poised to turn around. “Wait...please.” He panted out, motioning to the Pupitar. “I need help...it’s injured and I don’t have any health potions left.”

Emi was flitting around by your side, the yellow spots on his cheeks crackling with electricity in warning. “Shh, it’s okay Emi.” Motioning for him to come back to your shoulder you turned your attention back to the man as you toyed with your conscience. On one hand Team Rocket had a reputation, and it was not a good one. Could this all be a ploy to divert your attention away from your own Pokemon or distract you from something else? On the other hand he did look desperate and the Pupitar did look like it needed help. You always carried at least one health potion in your pack for emergencies and after a brief hesitation you flipped down the kickstand of your bike and hopped off. Setting your pack on the ground you began rummaging through it until your hand landed on the bottle.

“Here.” You offered and he hastily took the potion and administered it. A few moments later and the Pupitar’s eyes opened slowly, its coloring returning to a more normal shade.

“Hey buddy.” Cliff smiled down at it. You couldn’t help noticing how handsome his smile was as a warm flush crept across your cheeks. But that was neither here nor there. Job complete you stood back up, brushing any dust off your knees before returning your pack to your shoulder and swinging yourself back onto your bike. This hadn’t been much of a detour and there was still plenty of time to get some photos in.

“Thank you, oh!” Cliff hadn’t realized you had gotten back onto your bike. “Listen, I really can’t thank you enough, um…?”

“Oh, its (Y/N). Glad I could help.” You smiled warmly, flipping the kickstand of your bike back up as Emi chirped impatiently on your shoulder. Not wanting to stall any longer you straightened out and began pedaling forward.

“Wait, (Y/N)!” It seemed wrong to just leave it at that. You were clearly kind and when you turned back you seemed to be practically glowing in the afternoon sun like the angel you apparently were. And now that he wasn’t preoccupied and had a chance to really look at you he wanted to find something else that would prolong the conversation. “Thank you, if there is anything I can do to repay you…”

“How about just don’t let it happen again?” You smiled again and gave him a small wave before taking off again, heart fluttering in your chest, much to Cliff’s dismay.

The sun was just beginning to set as you pushed your bike up your street to the small building you called home, the front of which served as a small studio for your budding photography business. As you got closer though your heart skipped a beat when you saw the man from earlier sitting on your front steps. He noticed you as well and stood with a smile. That damn cute smile.

“Um, hi?” You questioned, stopping short of your house as you eyed him up unsure of whether you should be worried or not.

“Hi…” Cliff started before nervously faltering. He had figured you lived in this town as it was the closest to where you two had met and seeing as you were on a bike and didn’t seem to be carrying much it was the logical assumption. You also had a logo on you pack that he had matched up to the one on the front door here and had taken a chance that you might be back at some point. But now that he was here he was beginning to realize how it must look to you. “I’m sorry, I know this must seem...a bit weird. And I will absolutely leave if this is uncomfortable.” He laughed nervously. “But I was coming back into town anyway and I really just wanted to say thank you again. I really don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t shown up.”

You were silent for a long moment as you considered what to do. This was definitely a bit strange but oddly enough you weren’t uneasy about it. Team Rocket reputation be damned, someone who cared that much about their Pokemon was decent in your books. “It’s not a problem, happy to help. But you really didn’t have to track me down just to say thank you again. I really didn’t do all that much. Although," You paused, your brows knitting in question. "how did you find me here anyway?”

“Maybe I can tell you over a cup of coffee?”

Smooth. You thought, biting back a grin. “Alright, just let me put my bike away first. I think the StaryuBucks down the street is still open.” You began pushing your bike down the small walkway next to your house but paused before you got very far and turned back. “You know, I don’t think I ever got your name?”

“Cliff.” He grinned, leaning against the railing as he waited for you.

“Well, Cliff, it's nice to meet you.” You returned the smile before turning back towards the shed and hoping he didn’t notice the flush that was spreading across your cheeks as you did so.

[fan4196]

Family Christmas Time

Hey everyone! Here's my first fic for this year, a little late for Christmas but better late than never, right?

Thank you @angry-slytherin for beta reading.

Hope you like it. Enjoy!

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"Daddy could you hold still already?" Emery asks a little annoyed already.

Not really pleased with the sentence his three year old just threw at him, he nevertheless did what she asks, because let's be honest, he's so whipped. That little girl had him wrapped around her tiny fingers the second she was born. She had looked him directly in the eyes two minutes after she was born and his heart had busted. He would have never thought that he could love someone within a second. Sure he could say that it was kind of love at first sight with him and Jo, at least from his side, but it wasn't like 'Wow I love her', it was more like 'wow that girl just took my breath away'.

With his daughter it has been this 'I love her and I will do anything for this little girl'.

Even before she was born, it has been like that. From the second he saw her and her brother on that ultrasound machine he knew that he was screwed. He heard their little heart beats and he was done. He loved them more and more every day they were in Jo's womb. Their first kicks made him go crazy and feeling them calm down through Jo's skin, when he was talking to them, just made is heart go soft.

So yes, he always knew that kids would change him, but he would have never thought that they would make him this soft and this crazy happy. His kids are his everything.

So that's also the reason why he is sitting here right now, in front of their white couch, hands lying on a white towel, while his three year old is sitting opposite of him on the coffee table, painting his nails purple.

Because how could he say no to his little girl? She asked really nice and even used 'please', so what other answers was there then 'yes'. It's not like she asked to cut his hair, he could easily remove the paint when she is asleep. So what. She is having fun. And he is spending time with his little girl.

Because reality is, life as a surgeon is hard. He has long days, sometimes even longer nights. When he is on opposite schedules with Jo, they have days where they don't see each other at all.

Sometimes he has to wake up crazy early so nobody is awake yet and when he cames home everybody is already asleep. Sometimes he hates his job. But he couldn't complain about it in this moment; everyone is on Christmas break.

It's two days before Christmas and he and Jo are lucky that the new ones have to work this Christmas. Daycare is also closed and they enjoy their family time at home. To be honest they had quite a full day today. When they got up, they went down and had waffles for breakfast. After that they got dressed and played in the snow outside. They build snowcastles and a snowman family in their front yard, then had hot chocolate in front of the fireplace, to warm up again.

After their lunch they drove to the mall and met Santa and went Christmas shopping. Everyone got some new clothes for Christmas and their upcoming holiday in Iowa. When they got home everyone took a nap, they played a little bit in the living room and then had a cookie baking party, that went a little out of hands, in the kitchen. So after that, Alex gave Emery a bath, while Jo and Parker cleaned the kitchen.

And now he's sitting here with his girl, while they are waiting for Parker and Jo to be finished with their bath, to watch a Christmas movie before it's bedtime.

"Done. I'm done daddy." Looking down at his daughter and his colored nails make him smirk. Jip, he does totally live his dream.

"Wow. Look at my nails. They are so pretty. Thank you, Emy." Seeing how proud his baby is, makes him happy. Sure the paint isn't only on his nails but she did quite a good job for a three year old.

"And what about my nails?" Hearing his wife's voice, he looks up from his daughter and towards the door of the living room.

She in her Christmas PJs, which isn't fitting that well anymore, because that six month baby bump needed quite some space. The Santa on her shirt is a little stretched and you can see a little bit of skin showing, but she doesn't really care. She is wearing his pyjama pants because hers don't fit her anymore; the shirt and the pants aren't really matching, but who cares. Alex still thinks she's hot. He gets torn out of his daydreaming, when a smack hits his arm.

"Stop staring. I already know that I look like a whale and this time there's only one in there." She sits down on the couch as good as her bump lets her, while Alex gets up from the floor and takes the seat next to her.

"I wasn't staring because you're looking like a whale, I was staring because you look hot as hell. And I was thinking about all the things I could do with you right now." He whispers in her ear, quietly so the twins can't hear him. He gets another smack against the chest as an answer.

"Stop saying things like that, jerk. You know my hormones are all over the place and I'm horny all the time. So shut up, jerk. There are kids in the room."

He smirks at her and starts kissing her special spot on her neck. Which immediately drives her crazy, to her luck they get interrupted by their son.

"Daddy can you put on Mickeys Christmas Story, please?"

Looking at his sons big brown eyes, Alex grabbes the remote and starts Disney+ on their TV. The twins are lying on the floor, like every time they have a family movie night. A wile ago Jo and Alex bought two giant pillows that the twins love to lie on while watching TV. They have their blankets covering them and their favorite stuffed animal in their arms.

So with the twins on the floor, Alex and Jo have the couch for themselves. Jo gets herself comfortable while Alex startes the movie. With the movie playing, Alex gets comfortable on the couch too and Jo puts a blanket over them.

Alex is lying behind Jo, one hand under her head, the other one on her bump.

He isn't really paying attention to the movie because all he could think of is how freaking lucky he got; lying on their couch in their own house. He has the most amazing woman in his arms, his two perfect children lying on the floor and the other one is kicking softly against his hand. What did he do to deserve all of this? He has no freaking idea. But he couldn't be more happy.

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{un veneno} march: eloquence

pairing; javier peña x female reader summary; your time with emiliana is running out and your feelings for javier are only growing rating; m warnings; talk about sex, alcohol (can i even write a javi fic without it?), angst, age gap, two idiots who need to get over themselves word count; 3.1k january, february

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You turned over as you woke up, not wanting to open your eyes to the bright light that streamed into your room from the windows. When you did, however, your eyes didn’t open to the darker side of your room but the worn fabric of Javier’s couch.

You stretched out, groaning as you woke up. Your neck was a little sore, which you attributed to the position you were lying in without a pillow. A blanket was half-draped over you, and you were still wearing yesterday’s clothes. It didn’t feel great, but the couch was surprisingly comfortable.

The events of the night before began to return to your memory: going out for drinks with Javier, returning to his apartment, watching TV on the couch until late. You must have drifted off at some point.

It was nice to know Javier let you fall asleep there. It had happened before, more often than you’d like to admit, but usually, he’d set you up in the small spare bedroom he had.

You heard a bit of rustling as you rolled over to glance over the room. Javier was walking out of the kitchen towards the door, a piece of toast in hand.

“Javi?” you said, voice dripping with sleep, “What are you doing?”

“You’re awake!” he startled before breaking out into a smile. “Good morning.”

He had grabbed his leather jacket and looked like he was about to leave.

“Morning,” you smiled up at him. “Where are you going?”

“I’ve got to go to work,” he said. There was a tinge of apology in his voice like he wanted to spend the day with you.

“It’s Saturday,” you complained. It was too early for you to care about being respectful, or care at all about what you were saying. You wanted him to stay.

After that day on the mountainside, you had taken to spending your Saturdays with Javier. He had the day off, so you could go do stuff together. Except, obviously, today.

“I know, but it’s important,” he said. He took a bite of the toast.

“I hate the DEA,” you said. You had hoped you’d get to go out to the market on the other side of town. Javier had promised he’d take you there at some point, he didn’t trust you to go alone. Too dangerous, he said.

“I know,” he laughed, “I’m sorry. You can stay as long as you need. Just lock up.”

“Okay,” you said, “When’ll you be done?”

“I meant you could stay as long as you need to wake up and eat and stuff. You can’t spend all day inside.” Javier opened the door. “We can do lunch tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” you said. “Bye, Javi.”

“Have a good day,” he said before exiting the apartment.

You pushed the blanket off of yourself and sat up. It hurt, having him leave as soon as you woke up. Not that you were in a position where you could be offended. You were lucky he let you spend the night.

Javier’s attention was something you found yourself almost fighting for, and you knew others must as well. He was charming, young, handsome, and worked for the Embassy. That was the definition of a perfect man in most peoples’ books.

You stood up and walked over to the kitchen, where you grabbed a banana and sat down to eat. This was your 8th time, if you had kept track correctly, spending the night at Javier’s, and you seemed to always get a better nights’ sleep, even on the couch, than you did back at Emiliana’s.

Unfortunately, today was different in that Javier wasn’t there. You missed having him wander around, talking about different things. You missed telling him about work. Sometimes he’d talk about his favorite music or Colombian political secrets, and you’d tell him about how you always managed to find the best restaurants in every city and lecture him about packing a bag for an overnight because whenever he had to go up to Medellín he always overpacked.

As you sat eating, you found yourself wondering what the back half of his apartment looked like.

You walked over to his room and pushed open the door. The smell hit you before you could even notice what it looked like. A combination of sweat and latex and whatever that distinctly sex smell was, and the wave of it was so strong you had a hard time imagining that he hadn’t had sex in the past 8 hours you had been in the apartment.

Usually, that smell dissipated, you were familiar with that. For it to linger?

Your stomach clenched as your mind cleared a bit to notice the big bed in the center of the room and you realized he must have someone else in here almost every day. There’s likely been girls younger than yourself in that bed.

And for some reason, you haven’t been one of those women.

You’re standing in Javier’s closet, shuffling around in the small space, Javier sitting on his bed beyond the closed door. You had been chatting ever since you arrived at his place after school got out.

You hoped to be able to change out of your work clothes into the outfit that had somehow migrated to Javier’s closet, but the limited space didn’t allow for any speed.

“Hey, um, you have to move out of Emi’s soon, right?” Javier asked, voice muffled through the wood.

“Yeah,” you said, frowning. “I do.”

You had a couple days left and had been lying to Emiliana for a couple weeks now about having a place to stay. You chalked your procrastination up to over-involvement with teaching work and spending the rest of your free time with Javier or out partying. That didn’t fix the fact that in a few days you’d be effectively homeless.

“What are you going to do? You’ve set something up, right?” he said.

You couldn’t outright say no. Not to Javier. He was a decade or so older than you, had things figured out, had dealt with his own fair share of housing problems in the past. To admit that you had ignored this problem would be to admit how naive you were.

“I’ve traveled a lot, you know,” you decided on saying. “Been places where I didn’t know where I was going to sleep for the night.”

“Y/N!” he sounds like he’s rolling his eyes. “This is different. You’re working a job, you need something stable.”

“I don’t do stability.” That was as close to a life motto as you had. Living someplace for two months was new territory for you. The prospect of another nine or so was practically impossible to imagine.

“I know, but...” he stopped.

You paused, shirt halfway on, and waited for him to finish his sentence.

“What if you just move in with me?”

“What?” you ask, stunned. You finish putting on your shirt, mind working double time.

“I mean, you practically already live here. Your clothes are here, you eat here. I have a spare bedroom,” he said.

Moving in with Javier? As roommates? It was like some sort of angel and demon joined forces to create a godsend that would also torture you for the rest of the year. And how long was he suggesting this for? Because the nights you spent here were already pushing your limits of staying shut up about how much you wanted to kiss him.

“You know what, forget I said anything. It was a bad idea,” Javier rushed out.

You tensed up. No. You wanted this. Even if he was going to be the death of you.

You slipped on your pants as fast as you could, and flung open the door, throwing yourself onto Javier. He hugged back.

“No,” you said into his shoulder, “It’s a great idea. Thank you.”

“Where are you headed?” Javier walked out from his room, seeing you grabbing your jacket and purse which had been tossed across the couch earlier that day.

You were wearing the tightest jeans you owned and a cropped tank top, and the feeling of Javier’s eyes swooping over your body was just what you needed. There was no question: you were wearing this outfit to get the attention of someone.

“Dancing,” you responded, keeping it short as not to divulge your feelings. I’m going out so that I can forget about the fact that I get to sleep in the room next to you but never in your bed wasn’t the most appropriate answer.

“Fun.” He was frozen in the opposite corner of the room and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You had been living together for two weeks. You had gone out before. Why was he acting weird about it now? Why was this different?

“You’d hate it,” you said.

He liked going out for drinks but that was his limit. You had learned that the reason Javier was so perplexed by your social tendencies was your comfort around crowds. After years of training and working with the DEA, too many people put him into Agent Peña mode, and while it was useful for self-preservation, it meant his idea of fun usually involved fewer people.

“Maybe not?” he said, walking further into the living room. You furrowed your brow. What was he getting at? “The fact that you’d be there makes a pretty compelling argument.”

“Sure it does,” you laughed, trying to ignore the way his words sent a chill down your spine. Your brain helpfully supplied you with the image of Javier in a disco with you, tipsy and on the dance floor, hands around your hips, grabbing at bare skin on your waist and sliding up your leg under a short skirt. The goosebumps crawled up your arms and you shrugged on your jacket.

“I’m not going to be back until tomorrow,” you said.

“Why not?” He actually looked confused and for a moment you felt sorry that he didn’t understand. Until you remembered he was why.

“Um...” You didn’t know how to tell him, I’m going to go out of my way to fuck someone so that I can forget that I’m falling in love with you. It hurt everywhere, but mostly in your chest, and you knew staying in this apartment any longer would cause you to explode. Your heart couldn’t handle the sort of torture you were putting it through.

Javier was perfect in all the ways you didn’t think men were capable of. He respected everyone, even the women he paid to have sex with. He was great at being a roommate: sitting down for dinner with you, going out and buying groceries, listening to you vent about your bad days. He was vulnerable, at least within the confines of your apartment, sharing the difficulties of his job in ways you were beginning to understand. He said good night to you every evening with so much tenderness it hurt.

You knew Javier was getting lots of action. It was no secret that before most of the fucking occurred in his living room. Now that you were around he had the decency to always stick to the bedroom if he even had them there. Usually, he would leave for the evening, but sometimes you would get to meet his encounters.

Some of them were young, just over 18 and absolutely stunning, while others were closer to his age and would stay for an hour to smoke with him and talk. It didn’t matter who they were. Only that they were almost always different every time and they each were successful in confirming that you were quite possibly the only girl in Bogotá who wouldn’t get to warm Javier’s bed for a night.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. The last time you slept with someone was over a month ago, with Mateo, and your most recent orgasms had been at your own hand with Javier’s name on your lips, face pushed into the pillow, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

Your pause was enough for him to understand you’d be falling asleep in someone else’s bed tonight.

“Right,” he nodded. He stood across from you, hands in his pockets. “Well, stay safe?”

You rolled your eyes.

“You too, Javi. You never know, I leave you alone and you’ll end up setting this whole place on fire or something.”

Your head was pounding as you woke up, wrapped up in the arms of not one, but two men. As you shuffled around, you realized one was awake, and you mumbled a good morning. The events of the night before weren’t very clear, once you left Javier’s apartment (you still weren’t used to the fact that it was your home, too) you had gotten as drunk as possible as quickly as possible. It was a blur of neon lights and hands around your body.

You could remember leaving the disco in a haze, arms wrapped around you. Remember moaning as you rode someone. Remember being held by your waist. By your hair. Remember Javier’s face flooding your mind as you came. Remember biting down on a pillow to keep from shouting out his name.

You looked down at the two men surrounding your body. You weren’t sure if they were together. They might have been? Most men wouldn’t dare sleep in the same bed as another unless they were involved.

You thanked them, wanting to make your leave before it got awkward. Maybe they wanted to have breakfast with you. Debrief. Talk. Sometimes that was custom. You didn’t want to do that. This wasn’t a normal threesome. Not that those existed. But this was you, trying to forget someone, and if that came up in conversation you would feel guilty.

So you gathered your things, got dressed, and left.

Walking the streets of Bogotá in the morning was nice. The fresh air on your skin felt amazing and the smell of fruit wafting through the air was refreshing. You loved the way the city breathed. It didn’t sound or smell like any other city you had been to. You knew you were falling in love with the city itself.

You opened the door to Javier’s and startled at the empty apartment. He was an early riser, and he liked to work in the living room. There was no one there. He must’ve still been asleep.

You entered the kitchen, collapsing into one of the chairs at the table. You grabbed an apple from the bowl and started eating. You didn’t really want to talk to Javier today. Sleeping with someone else hadn’t exactly helped the way you thought it would.

“Javi didn’t mention he had a roommate,” said a voice from behind you, accent thick. English wasn’t their first language.

You turned around, taking in the woman standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She was probably around your age, wearing nothing more than her underwear and one of Javier’s button-downs. She was beautiful. Your stomach flipped.

“Um, yeah. Hi,” you mumble. “And you are?”

“I’m Elena,” she said, smiling. She entered the kitchen like it was her own home and sat down across from you, grabbing another apple from the bowl.

You knew what she was here for. They didn’t usually spend the night. But there was a first for everything, you supposed. You told yourself you had to get used to it. You were roommates, and this was who Javier was. That was something you’d have to learn to accept. It just hurt so much more given the events of the last twenty-four hours.

“Nice to meet you, um—”

“Did Javi not tell you I would be here?” she interrupted you. Her brow furrowed a bit and you wondered how long she had been planning to sleep with Javier. 

“No, he, uh,” you stuttered, “He didn’t mention anything.”

“Elena,” called Javier from further back in the apartment, out of sight. “Do you want to have breakfast before my roommate gets back, I don’t really want her to know someone was...”

He had wandered into the kitchen, trailing off as he saw you. He at least had the decency to look guilty.

“Hey, Javi,” you said, swallowing back the pain.

“Y/N? Hi,” he said, “Sorry, I, uh, I didn’t realize you were here.”

Of course he didn’t. You stared up at him. He had on pants but no shirt, and damn if you didn’t want to walk up to him and feel every square inch, trace the side of his neck, feel the rise and fall of his chest. You glanced away, hoping futilely he hadn’t caught you staring. You looked over at Elena, knowing that she had gotten to do exactly what you wanted.

And you were sitting in between this couple, ruining their morning after.

“It’s fine,” you said, pushing back your chair and ushering Javier into your seat. “It’s your place, you should have breakfast.”

“I should go,” Elena said, standing. “I think you two need to work out whatever is going on.”

“No!” you and Javier said at the same time. He looked back at you.

“Stay,” you said, not wanting for Javier to say anything that would completely screw over your day. “I need to take a shower, I’ll make myself scarce.”

You turn around and walk away, knowing that the two are starting at your back, still wearing the skimpy outfit you had on as you left the night before.

Upon entering your room, you closed the door and leaned against it, exhaling shakily. You squeezed your eyes shut, praying that the tears wouldn’t fall. This was exactly why you didn’t stay in one place for too long. When you were traveling, there was no time for feelings to develop, anything that happened was casual. You didn’t have to deal with pining in silence for months as someone flirted meaninglessly back at you.

You had dug yourself into this hole, agreeing to the job at the school, and now you wished you hadn’t. Getting to be around Javier was a blessing, some days you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to get to meet someone so perfect. But nothing made sense. Why did this guy, years older than you, offer to spend his time with you, even give up his privacy and let you live with him, but stay so painfully distant? What was it about you that he didn’t want?

The sound of laughter erupted from the direction of the kitchen and you sank to the floor, wishing you could go back to when you said yes to living here and stop yourself. You’d rather be back at a shitty hostel than feeling this.

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Home, Part 3: Make My Head Stop Spinning

Logicality

TW: Unsympathetic Patton, physical abuse, emotional abuse, threats, manipulation, toxic household, child abuse (only very little), traumatic events, coping mechanisms, fear, fighting, trying to protect someone, loosing friends, rules, toxic logicality, a confused view. 

Emile loved his dads. Of course he did. That’s one of the first things you learn as a child. 

Rule number one, love your parents. But sometimes they made him want to cry. Tomorrow was his first day of kindergarten, and daddy and dad are fighting again. Well, daddy said it wasn’t an argument, it was just a discussion. But it got so loud. And there was crying. And loud thumps. And Emile would run to his dads’ bedroom and beg them to stop. And daddy would be angry. So, dad told him to go back to his room. And he wanted to stay, but he was so so scared, so he ran into his room, grabbed his blanket, pillow, and favorite stuffed animal, a Stitch doll, and hid in his closet, trying to block out the noise. 

Rule number two, listen to your parents. He would always wake up in the closet, dad coming to get him dressed and ready. Daddy normally was leaving for work when he woke up. Dad would make everyone breakfast and then daddy would drive to work. Mornings were always scary, because Emile could feel all the feelings in the air

Rule number three, tread lightly. Dad let him play a lot outside, but on rainy days dad did crafts with him and tried to teach him things. Emile knew all his ABC’s now, and how to count to twenty, which dad said was very hard. He could also spell his name almost perfectly. But dad said to not talk about it too much. Emile didn’t know why, but he listened. 

Rule number four, stay quiet. Then daddy got home from work and played with Emile outside a little bit. When they came in they would have a few minutes before dinner. Dad would stumble out to set the table and bring out the food. Daddy would talk about his day and then ask about Emile’s. Emile would get excited and tell him all about it. Then he was put to bed. Later in the night, he would usually hear yelling. He was trying to get used to it. 

Rule number five, fall asleep alone. So, tonight was the worst argument he’d ever heard, because daddy AND dad were yelling. He could hear snippets, even tucked away in the closet. 

“I just want to take him to school! It's his first day, why can’t he have both of us there?” That was Dad. He wasn’t yelling too loud. It had been hard for Emile to hear, he had to strain to listen. 

“I suggest you learn to shut your mouth Logan, or I’ll shut it for you.” Daddy was not exactly LOUD but he was louder than dad and sounded scary too. 

“He deserves some normality. He hears us screaming almost every night, that must be-” Dad was cut off by a bang and smacking sound. He let out a gasp, and Emile could hear sad in his voice. 

“It’s your fault, Logan. If you just did as I said, we wouldn’t have this issue. Now, apologize to me and do as I say.”

“I-i-i-”

“Sometime tonight!” Daddy snapped. Emile heard a sigh. It sounded sad. 

“I’m sorry. I trust your judgement.” Emile could barely hear dad say that.

‘“I thought so. Now, we’re going to bed.” That was the last thing Emile heard that night, he was so exhausted that he just fell asleep in his closet.

Rule number six, tell no one. That rule was easy to break. Emile never meant to, but it just slipped out a couple times the first day of school. Luckily, no one remembered except him. Or so he thought. 

The first day of school followed the basic routine, except when daddy left for work, he also took Emile to school. Dad gave Emile a hug on the way out, and told him to do his very best. Daddy dropped Emile off with the other kids, taking a picture first before going to work. Emile was kind of scared and lonely. He didn’t see anyone he knew, and everyone else had some adults there with them.  His lip trembled. Suddenly someone ran up to him.

“Emile! We’re going to the same kindergarten! Isn’t it awesome?!” It was Remy, both of his fathers behind him. Emile immediately stopped with the trembling lip, not because Remy was here, but because no one was allowed to see him cry. Emile grinned brightly.

“Hi Remy! Hi Mr. Remy’s dads!” The one in red introduced them, bending down to Emile’s eye level. 

“Hi there Emile. My name is Roman. That’s Virgil.” The other dad in purple waved hello.

“Hi!” Emile waved cheerily before hugging Remy. “Woah I love your backpack!” Remy smiled toothily. 

“Thanks! My papa helped me pick it out!” Emile twisted to show his backpack. 

“My daddy picked this one out! It has cartoons on it!”

“Cool!” 

“Hey kid,” the dad in purple, Virgil?, said quietly, “is your dad here?” 

“Nope!” Emile said cheerily. “He had to go to work.” The two aduts exchanged a look that he probably shouldn’t have seen. Emile panicked inwardly. Oh no, he shouldn’t have said that! Now they’re gonna yell and everyone’s gonna hear. 

But strangely, no one yelled. Instead, Remy kept talking, and when the bell rang he gave his dads a hug and ran into school with Emile. 

Rule number seven, careful around adults. 

A few weeks of school had gone by when Remy’s dads said they could have a playdate at their house. They already met at the park and playground a few times, so Emile’s dads were well aware of the friendship. It would be the first time the two kids were at a playdate with only one set of parents. Emile begged his dads to go, and after some pleading, he could. Instead of walking himself home from school, he got to go in a car with Remy’s dads to Remy’s house. 

Remy was bouncing in his seat. 

“I’m so so so happy you’re coming over!” Emile grinned. 

“Me too!” 

“I have so many things we can do, we can play outside on the swings, and play hide and seek and play chutes and ladders and-” Virgil chuckled in the driver's seat, Roman sitting in the passenger, writing.

“Alright you two, slow your roll. We’re not even home yet.” Remy pouted in his seat. “Hey, I made some delicious cookies for you two for when you get home.” Remy immediately was happy again, gushing about the cookies. 

“Oh yeah, dad makes the best cookies! Oatmeal cookies, but with chocolate chips instead of raisins!” Roman looked up, turning slightly to Virgil, who smirked. Roman rolled his eyes with a smile. Then he looked at a text he just got. 

“Hey Emile, I hope it's okay that Remy’s uncle Remus is coming over today.” Emile, curiously looked at him and then nodded.

“Sure!” Remy was so excited about Emile being here, it appeared he could talk about anything. Soon the two were giggling and talking excitedly. 

When Virgil pulled into the driveway and parked, the two kids tried to jump out a window to get to play. Roman laughed and unlocked the door, the two kids running inside and stealing cookies. 

“Just take off your shoes and put away your backpacks okay? Then you guys can play.”

“Okay papa,” Remy chirped. Emile nodded, already putting his backpack away. Remy rushed with his, practically dragging Emile upstairs to his bedroom. “So what do you wanna play?”

“I don’t know, you pick!” Emile said. Remy smiled excitedly. 

“Wanna play dress up?”

“Yeah!” Remy went into his closet and immediately started to toss out costumes.

“Pick one! Wanna be the princess or the prince?” Emile thought for a second.

“The princess!” 

“YAY!” 

The two kids played for hours in Remy’s room, telling a tale, with stuffed animals being the villains and the two kids being the two heroic royals who saved the day and each other, numerous times. At dusk, it was almost time to leave. 

“Hey Remy and Emile, time for Emile to go home. We’re dropping him off.”

“Noooo. We were about to slay the dragon!” Roman appeared at the door, swinging Remy up in the air. 

“Is that so?” 

“Well, Emi wanted to be friends with it until it killed Gigi,” Remy pointed to the stuffed pig covered in a red blanket in the corner. 

“Well, slay the dragon tomorrow, and avenge Gigi’s death! But, Emile’s dad did ask for him to be home by 6, so we need to leave soon. You can come drop him off with us if you want.” Emile stood there, watching the exchange.

Rule number eight, don’t complain. 

“Okay dad!” Quickly Remy started to clean up, Roman aiding his son. Emile, watched, slowly coming over to help. 

“Oh it's okay, Emile, you’re a guest. You don’t have to help.” 

“I don’t mind, I want to help.” Roman looked Emile doubtfully.

“You sure?” Emile nodded eagerly. 

“Yup Mr. Roman.” Roman chuckled lightly.

“Well okay then.” 

Rule number nine, always help. Emile noticed it was getting dark out. He wondered when Remy’s dads would start to argue. Still, he helped finish up cleaning and then went down stairs. 

“Alright two brave questers, get on your shoes please,” Roman turned to Emile, handing him his backpack. “Here’s your backpack. Now, can you two head out to the car? I’m just going to ask Remy’s papa if he wants to come.” 

“K dad!” Remy said brightly, and took Emile to the car, both of them buckling in. Emile nervously asked a question.

“Hey, uh, Remy? Why is it so quiet?” Remy looked confused.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Emile elaborated.

“It's almost dark out. That means loud noises start now.” Remy wrinkled his nose.

“No they don’t. What are you talking about Emi?” Emile quickly backtracked.

“Nevermind.”

“Okay!” Remy’s dad came into the car with Remy’s papa, starting to drive. Emile was home far too soon for his taste. It was quiet. But he didn’t know how long. Remy and Remy’s dad walked him up to the door. As soon as they knocked, Emile’s daddy opened the door, Emile’s dad nowhere in sight. Emile’s daddy gave him a quick hug, before escorting them in. The adults talked a little before they left.

Then on the way out of the house, Remy asked a question.

“Hey dad, what loud noises start at night?” Emi said there are loud noises when it's dark, but I never hear them.” (GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THAT GUTTER)  Roman froze and Patton quickly shut and locked the door. Emile didn’t see what happened next outside. 

“LOGAN!” Emile’s daddy shouted, gripping Emile’s shoulders tight. Emile wants to cover his ears and cry. He didn’t know what he did, but something was wrong. Emile’s dad ran down the stairs quickly, old glasses askew.

“Yes?” He asked softly. “What do you require?” Patton rolled his eyes, and shook Emile slightly. 

“Your son just said something to them,” Patton said, his voice filled with rage. Emile was so scared. Daddy was yelling and shaking him and his grip hurt and he just wanted to be safe. Logan flinched. “He just said something about the disagreements!”

“Patton, please let Emile go. You’re scaring him.” Logan desperately tried to remain calm, his voice wavering. Patton snorted. 

“He should be.” Emile started to panic, tears pouring down his face. He tried to wiggle out of the grip that tightened, panicking. Logan began to beg.

“Please let him go, he’s five, he didn’t know any better, please he’s just a child Patton, you’re scaring him!” Patton ignored him as Emile kept crying. Then Logan said the one thing that would push the attention off of Emile. “I told him to say it.” Patton’s grip loosened on Emile’s shoulders and Emile immediately ran toward Logan in terror, hugging him and crying.

“You what?” Patton said, dangerously angry again. Logan picked Emile up, trying to soothe him. Logan tried not to wilt at the look Patton gave him. 

“I just thought it would be a good idea to say something.” Patton kept glaring before coming up to Logan’s ear. Emile finally stopped crying in Logan’s arms.

“You do something like this ever again, and I promise, he won’t just be terrified,” Patton hissed in Logan’s ear. Logan turned pale and nodded. “As for you, I don’t think you should be friends with the Empires. No talking to them ever again okay?” Patton sounded calmer and more soothing. “Its for your own good kiddo.” Emile nodded.

“Okay daddy.” 

“Now time for bed.” 

Rule number ten, don’t have friends. It's too easy to get hurt. 

Emile listened to his father. When he went to school the next day, he didn’t so much as glance at Remy, even though he felt sad. He only caught one glimpse of Remy on the way out of school. It looked like he had been crying. By the time they were in fourth grade, Emile was a completely different person, and so was Remy. Everyone at school had eventually heard of the dramatic end to their friendship and how it ended them both. Remy became known as the gay J.D. and Emile as the therapist friend you can always talk to. By 7th grade, the two barely passed each other in hallways. And by highschool, Emile forgot someone named Remy Empire ever existed. 

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Upload New Fanfic for Emi's fans in AO3!!

as what I have been promise for, I will make a new fanfic which take the event after vol 21 ended! But like i said, this fanfic wasn't for maouemi fans cuz even though there will be maouemi scene at it, the story really not made for someone who want see Emi ended with Maou (because this fic was taken after vol 21, and you know how I hate Maou vol 21 version, even Alas=ramus dislike him in that vol, so...yeah). Thus fanfic just dedicated for Emi's fans who didn't like with the ending where Emi and Alas-ramus doesn't get their happiness in the real series, or if you want to see Chiho suffer and Maou jealous. And, this fanfic will also bring a problem between Shepira Earth and Shepira Ente Isla as the plot.

If you guys still interested with this fanfic, you guys could read about the characters and the summary for this fic below of ‘keep reading’ first! Or you can just click the link here if you want to read this fanfic immediately! Enjoy!

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/26650105/chapters/64991062

Summary

Coinciding when vol 21 ended, Emi's daily life with her daughter, Alas=ramus, become a little different after Alas=ramus entered her first class as Kindergarten Student! The Yesod, who saw a loneliness in her Mama's eyes tried to fill the emptiness in her mother's heart.

However, the presence of a stranger who turns out to be related to their real identity appears! Is it their enemy? Or is it their friend?

At the same time, the problems between Shepira from Earth and Shepira from Ente Isla start to collide, making the Hero have to face various dangers and problems that suddenly arise! Will the child succeed in completing her mission to make her Mama happy? When the person who Alas=ramus thought would never interfere, instead become a great opponent she had to deal with!

This is the story about how The Hero and her daughter could find their own happiness and justice!!

Characters Introduction

(please not, I wasn’t the original illustration for this fanart, so if you find the face is similar with a certain character that because I took it from pinterest then I photoshop, edited, colored, and remake it so it looks like character which I want.)

Main Female Character:

Emi Yusa: 23 years old in Japan (21 years old in real)

Gender: Female

Race: Half Angel Half human

Power: Having Daath, and Yesod within her power and become the strongest human in universe (according to Daath)

Job: Currently a share holder of Café with Sadao Maou

Living: In Apartment Villa Sasazuka with her children

Personality: always on guard with people she hasn't known for too long yet.  Warm and caring to those she cared about, but sometimes strict if that comes for her children benefits.  Always thinking about other people rather than herself (I honestly confused if I should put this in weakness or not). Have a strong responsibility to protect and consider everyone feelings or safety. It's hard to showing her real feelings to someone, because of that she often referred to as a tsundere type.  Due to the strict and tough past, combined with all the responsibilities she now bears, it made Emi look more a lady and more mature compared to other normal girls of the same age as her.  Have a high sense of justice and are always wise in certain circumstances.

Weaknesses: have emotions that sometimes change and are weak.  Even though Emi herself often hides it.  Because she has been a Hero since she was a child, Emi can't act selfish at all (one of her personality which I honestly dislike from her) Very weak to romantic things because of that, she often blushes easily

Like: Rillakkuma and Alas=ramus

Dislike: illogical things, and when people do something injustice

Main Male Character

Timmy Goldman (in Japanese, can be written as Timi and I will use this version in the story as well): 26 Years old (*I put a wrong number in his picture tho lol

Gender: Male

Race: Second Generation Shepira Earth of Kether

Power: Have a similar ability with Kether (his father) but weaker compared with him.  His eyes will glow if he activates his power, and sometimes he will also emit a mist around him like Amane, but the difference is that Amane has a black mist, Timi has a golden mist. (I will leave his power just like this, until we reach a certain chapter)

Job: running a marine ship family business in Hawaii and America (description from vol 12)

Living: even though he comes from a rich family, he does not have a permanent home because he is always busy with work (and since he found it was unnecessary to have home) But he has apartments in various cities and countries, and will occasionally visit his father's villa on holidays in Hawaii or if it was an orders.

Personality: never shows his original expression.  He only often uses his smile on his face.  Manipulative and good at negotiating.  Even though he is always smiling, but he has a cold aura and is difficult to approach. he always easy to approaching women, because of his sweet and calm demeanor, but until now he have never considered in any relationship.  Although he often hides it, Timmy often misses his mother who died.  Very protective when it concerns the feelings of any children. He got the nickname Manipulative Prince in his company and between Shepira Earth Family because of his calm and cool characteristic like a prince, but still expertly able to tease the other or play with people's feelings without destroying his cool image.

Weaknesses: Dislikes mistakes. and is sometimes too serious in the job or task given.  Just treating emotions or feelings as one of the tools that can be used or manipulated, that's why never considering other feelings if that will lead into some mistake or if that unnecessary.  (I already write his dark past as well regarding this, but we will get it on certain chapter in the future)

Like: Coffe, and following the schedule.

Dislike: Mistakes. But he hates people who selfish the most.

Mentioned in Vol 12

Second Main Male Character

Sadao Maou: 24 years old in Japan (Um, since he became a human, does anyone know whether he should be branded as a newborn or what?)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Power:…Uh, let's call he have a strength and spirit compared with the other guy.

Job: CEO at his Café with Emi

Personality: when it comes to his own feelings he always quiet.  Always try his best to fulfill his obligations in matters of his child.  Hard worker.  Does not like something that is not logical, still does not really understand things about romantic affair.

Weaknesses: Cannot act decisively.  Sometimes hesitant to make decisions.  If something is useless or of no urgency, he will delay the job.  Bad at managing money.

Like: Movie, and All food which tasty

Dislike: Illogical things and debt

Main Support Character

Alas=Ramus: 4 years old

Gender: Female

Race: Shepira Yesod from Ente Isla

Power: Having an ability and strength as a Yesod

Study: Currently at Yochien (Kindergarten) first year

Personality: Always smiling and cheerful.  Very fond to her family especially her mother.  She can be very protective when it comes to her mother and sometimes understands adult feelings better and is always honest with everyone.  Enjoy discovering and doing new things.  Want to be a hero like Emi.

Weakness: when it comes to her mother, she can be very protective and even attack anyone who hurts her mother's feelings.  Sometimes it's still too innocent and speak out frankly.  Still unable to manage the malfunction she has because she lives outside Ente Isla

Like: Rillakkuma, courn soup, and her Mama

Dislike: Everything or everyone who hurt her family.

Other Support Character

Goldman: 48/50 years (100 years in fact)

Gender: Male

Race: Kether from earth (Timi's father)

Power: as the first shepira who is nicknamed by The Crown; which therefore refers to things that are above the mind's abilities of comprehension, Kether is able to read, control and manipulate thoughts, even the minds of other shepiras.  as the highest Sefirah, is situated about the intellectual triad and is designated as “superconscious.” Keter is infinite source, a state of being, the field of possibility. It is the ultimate unseen reality, that's why can created any type of barrier (like Sariel, Geburah, or even Angel). Color gold represents purification, conductivity and malleability.  Can easily moving around the world or to make a gate. also have an ability to change his appearance.

Job: Running and leader of the Shepira Company family  on Earth

Personality:He can be really quiet or can be so expressive.  He is never serious in responding to a problem, unless he really need to do so.  Can easily read other people's attitudes.  Rarely uses his strength for a battle.  Can be very affectionate if he see cute animals or baby.  Very fond and protective to his shepira family

Weaknesses: will not hesitate to kill if it is needed without feeling guilty if there are enemies who harm the family or especially his son.  Never differentiate between good or evil plans.  For him all ways to accomplish the goals are the same.

Mentioned in vol 12

Other Support Character

Yamanaka Kozo = 55 years

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Power: Martial arts, swordsmen, and very strong.

Personality: flat and smart in making decisions.  He rarely speaks but is very wise and good at reading the situation.  Knowing the existence of shepira on earth.  One of the confidants and even the entire Shepira family

Job: Timi's right hand man.  Has been a butler to his young master when Timi was just born

He was the only OC which I made lol

Other Support Character

Harianak: 28 Years (appeared in vol 12, I will make his illustration next time lol)

Gender: Male

Race: Second Generation of Shepira Chochmah from earth

Job: Running a famous Family food company around the world

Power: Dark blue Mist can created anything.

Living: Often moves because of work, but has a place to live in Indonesia ( description from vol 12).  His place of birth

Personality: always joking around and loves to tease Timi. Amane and Tim's childhood friends.  Good strategy.  Never serious.

Weaknesses: Always playing with women.

Mentioned in vol 12

Other Support Character

Amane: 32 years old

Gender: Female

Race: Second Generation of Shepira Binah from earth

Job: Running a beach family business

Power: Strong, can be compared with the other second generation of shepira. Dark Mist governs the energy of the underworld like a spirit (I'm not really sure about this tbh, I will check it later on vol 4)

Living: Now live and take control of Shepira from Ente Isla at Mikitti's aunt's house

Personality: always ignorant and likes to tease Timi. Childhood friend of Harianak and Tim.  Easygoing.  Very affectionate and protective of Shepira's family and friends

Weaknesses: If lazy or find it unnecessary, then Amane won't do anything.

The other character from this series will appear as well, such like Suzuno, Urushihara, Gabriel, Chiho, Ignora, and as well as other shepira from earth and Ente Isla. I will update it if i find how their illustration would be. But because this is important for the stories, I will also put the explanation regarding Shepira (Which I got it from internet of course)

Shepira from The Tree of Life

1 Keter (Earth=Goldman, Ente Isla= Not Born yet) is Crown, as the highest Sefirah, is situated about the intellectual triad and is designated as “superconscious.” Keter is infinite source, a state of being, the field of possibility. It is the ultimate unseen reality. Color gold represents purification, conductivity and malleability.

2  Chochmah (Earth= Harianak's father, Ente Isla= Not born yet) is Wisdom: the seed of an idea, insight, inspiration, intuition, inchoate awareness. Color blue-black represents emergence of something from no-thing.

3 Binah (Amane's father, Ente Isla= Not born yet) is Understanding: fleshing out an idea, formulating the story, fashioning the structure. Color dark red represents the “something” congealing.

4 Chesed  (Earth = Uncle George, Ente Isla = Just born) is Unbounded Love: expanding ideas, enlarging the circle, empathic concern. Color blue for flow (water).

5  Gevurah (Earth = already born, Ente Isla = Iron) is Strength of Boundaries: setting limits, saying no, seeking focus. Color red for definition (stop).

6  Tiferet (Earth = already born, Ente Isla = Not born yet?) is Beauty: harmonizing and holding opposing energies, having compassion. Color yellow radiates light.

7  Netzach (Earth = already born, Ente Isla = Not born yet?) is Victory: overcoming obstacles, orchestrating intention. Color green for power.

8  Hod is (Earth = already born, Ente Isla = Not born yet?) Surrender: acknowledging what is, accepting and giving way.  Color orange for restoration and hope.

9 Yesod (Earth = already born, Ente Isla = Alas Ramus and Acies) is Foundation: telling or twisting your truth, testing authenticity. Color purple for growth and renewal.

10 Malchut (Earth = already born, Ente Isla = Nuxe, and...I forgot) is Sovereignty the final, lowest Sefirah of the culmination of the flow from Keter through the Sefirot, from possible to actual. Malchut is what manifests or is expressed. Color brown for source-ground.

11 Da’at (Earth= Mikitti , Ente Isla = Utsushihara) is Knowing: integrating the idea, identifying with it, an intimate connection. Color gray for integration.

Okay, the reason why I put my fanfic on AO3, was because i want to add another illustration and picture within the story as to for reader can imagined the story better!

[phoenix-downer]

After Ever After Part 1

For SoKai Week Day 7 - Down the Road.

~2850 words. Post-Canon. Family AU, SoKai Parents AU. 

Read Part 2 here and Part 3 here. 

If there was one thing that was true about the universe, it was that Sora loved his wife Kairi and adored his three children more than anything. He loved their firstborn daughter Miyu, with her mom’s sensibility and eloquence. He loved their only son Haruto, with his dad’s sass and his mom’s bluntness. And he loved their sweet daughter Emi, the baby of the family and daddy’s girl extraordinaire. While Miyu was the most like Kairi and Haruto was a mix of both him and Kairi, Emi definitely took after him with her childlike sense of wonder. 

Sora was grateful to have such a wonderful family. A loving wife and three awesome kids were more than he dared hope for. Every day he was thankful for what he had, and every night when he and Kairi tucked their kids into bed at night, he thanked their lucky stars for being kind.

There was just one issue. 

He had reached the age where, no matter what he did, his two oldest children thought that he was the biggest dork in the universe. Seriously, he couldn’t do anything without making them cringe or roll their eyes or exchange these looks, and as much as he tried to laugh it off, it was getting harder and harder to do so. But dammit, he was going to do his best to try. This was just a phase they’d grow out of. One day, they would think dad was cool again, and he wasn’t about to give up on them so easily.  

Kairi was working today, so he herded the kids together and took them to Miyu’s volleyball game. He sent Haruto and Emi on up ahead to the bleachers and lingered for a moment to talk to Miyu.

“You’ve got everything?” he asked as he checked her bag. “Towel, water bottle—”

“Yes, Dad.” She rolled her eyes as she tucked her long brown hair into a scrunchie. 

He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Hey, what’s with the attitude?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you think I can’t take care of myself?” 

“Um, newsflash, you kinda can’t. You’re only fourteen.”

“Um, newsflash, you and Mom were only fourteen when you started your amazing journey. And here Haruto and Emi and I are stuck on these boring islands doing boring island stuff.”

“Hey, Destiny Islands is not boring, it’s awesome,” Sora retorted, putting his hands on his hips. “Take it from someone who’s been to a lot of worlds, this one’s the best by far. And you’re lucky you have such ‘boring’ lives, you have no idea what your mom and I went through to make sure you would—”

Miyu’s violet eyes flashed. “Yeah, because you won’t tell us!”

“Miyu,” Sora warned. For whatever reason, she’d gotten especially confrontational lately, and this was not the time or place. It was true he and Kairi were planning on telling the kids about all they’d been through… someday, but someday could still be a few more years away. Miyu was only fourteen, Haruto was twelve, and Emi was just seven. There was no pressing need to talk about this when they were still so young—

“Ugh, Dad, you suck,” Miyu said with another roll of her eyes as she grabbed her bag and waltzed off.

Sora was left standing there, watching her walk away because it felt like she’d just punched him in the gut. Try as he might, he couldn’t ignore the hurt feelings bubbling up in his heart. Yeah, she was a teenager and teenagers said stupid stuff all the time, but this hurt. This felt personal. 

It wasn’t like he and Kairi were keeping this stuff from the kids to be mean. They were keeping it from them to protect them. To make sure they wouldn’t know until they were ready. He and Kairi agreed that they wanted their kids to have normal childhoods, and he didn’t want to weigh them down with the burdens they’d had to bear from far too young an age. 

So what if it meant he was overprotective? He would die for each and every member of his family if it meant they would be safe. Keeping a few things secret from his kids was downright reasonable in comparison to what he would willingly do for them if he had to. 

“Hey Dad?” Haruto asked as Sora finally joined his other two kids on the bleachers. Somehow Haruto’s spiky red hair was already a complete mess despite Sora’s earlier attempts to tame it under a baseball cap, the baseball cap was nowhere to be found, and his blue eyes hinted he was up to no good. “Can I get some popcorn?” 

“Oh, um, sure,” Sora said as he reached into his wallet for some cash. That was a reasonable enough request. “Get some for Emi too, okay? And don’t take too long, you don’t want to miss the game.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Haruto scampered off, probably to meet his friends, and Sora sighed. Had he been this energetic at that age? Probably. The older he got, the more sympathy he felt for his own parents.

“It’s okay, Daddy,” Emi said, and her blue eyes were sweet and innocent as she smiled up at him, and her brown hair was still in its perfect pigtails. 

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said as he put his arm around her. Emi was the only one who still called him “Daddy,” and she was the only one who didn’t gripe about being called “sweetheart.” Who knew how much longer that would last, so Sora was trying to enjoy it for as long as he could. 

Miyu was up first, and she served the ball. Sora cheered loudly for her and Emi joined in, and with that the game was underway. He watched intently as Miyu jumped and blocked and passed and spiked. She was naturally athletic, and she’d make a good Keyblade wielder. But he and Kairi had agreed that under no circumstances should any of their children be bequeathed Keyblades until they were at least sixteen, preferably eighteen. They could whine all they wanted about that, but they had no idea what danger having one would entail. 

Sports seemed like a good compromise. That way their kids could be active and fit while still getting to be kids. 

Presently, Miyu scored for her team in a particularly impressive spike, and Sora stood and cheered, loudly. He couldn’t help it, he was so proud of her and how hard she’d trained for this.

“Great job, Miyu! That’s my girl!” 

A couple of her teammates giggled, and Miyu’s face turned red. She wandered close to the bleachers and hissed, “Cut it out, Dad, you’re embarrassing me!”

“Yeah, you might wanna tone down the enthusiasm a bit there Dad.” Haruto had returned just now, popcorn in tow, and he was cringing. “No offense, but it’s times like this when I’m grateful I look more like Mom.” 

He handed Emi her popcorn and sat down, and Sora tried hard to blink back the tears in his eyes as he sat down too. It would be pretty lame for a grown man to cry in public, and he didn’t want to embarrass his kids any further. 

“Thanks for the popcorn, Daddy,” Emi said as she happily snacked away.

“Hey, no problem sweetheart,” he said without looking at her, because he knew if he did he might really lose it. “But remember to thank your brother too, he got it for you.”

“Thank you, Haruto,” he heard her say.

“No biggie,” Haruto replied. “Least I can do for the world’s best little sister.” 

He ruffled Emi’s hair, and she beamed up at him and giggled. Well, at least Sora could say his kids were nice to each other, even if the older two were mean to him. Their manners weren’t a lost cause yet, and maybe someday they’d come to appreciate him again too. 

But for now, there were probably gonna keep being mean to him. It hurt a lot, but if it meant they were safe and they could live normal, happy lives, Sora would bear this for them too. 

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After sixteen years of marriage to Sora plus all the years they’d spent together before that, Kairi could read him like an open book. And that meant that the moment he walked through the door with the kids in tow, she could tell something was wrong. He had a smile plastered on his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Welcome back,” she said as she gave him his usual kiss. “How was the game?” 

“Miyu did great,” he said. “Scored several points and her team won.” 

“Miyu, that’s awesome,” Kairi said, but Miyu only gave a non-committal noise as she walked past them and started trudging up the stairs, loudly. Kairi raised an eyebrow as she looked between her daughter and her husband. There seemed to be a link between Sora’s gloom and Miyu’s sullenness, and she was gonna get to the bottom of it sooner rather than later. 

Sora just shook his head when she met his eyes again and indicated Miyu. That was the great thing about being married to him for so many years; they could have entire conversations without saying a single word. 

“Mom? I’m hungry,” Haruto said, interrupting them. 

“Oh, well, dinner’s about ready. Sora, why don’t you finish things up and get everyone their food? And Haruto, Emi, set the table and get everyone their drinks please.”

Their two younger children scrambled to the kitchen, and she cupped Sora’s face in her hands and stroked his cheek. He relaxed into her touch and let his eyes close, and she could already sense whatever was troubling him abating a little. 

“We’ll talk later,” she promised, then kissed him again before going upstairs to check on Miyu. The door to Miyu’s room was shut, and she knocked on it.

“Miyu? May I come in?” 

“You have a Keyblade, don’t you? Why don’t you use that to open the door?” 

Kairi sighed. “Honey, you know I’m not going to just barge in there. If you don’t want to talk right now, it’s okay. I just thought I’d offer.” 

A few moments later, Kairi heard the lock unclick and then the door opened. “Dad’s being lame again,” Miyu muttered. “He embarrassed me in front of all my teammates.” 

“What happened?” Kairi said with a frown. She knew Sora wouldn’t do anything to intentionally embarrass Miyu, but it was possible his enthusiasm for everything had led to him doing something that had embarrassed her all the same. 

“He cheered really loudly when I scored and made it all about him. He said ‘That’s my girl!’ like I’m six years old or something.” 

Kairi sighed. “He didn’t mean it like that, he’s just really proud of you. But I can see why that was embarrassing for you. I’ll talk to him about it, and then maybe the two of you can talk?”

Miyu frowned. “That’s the other thing. I don’t know how to talk to him anymore. He’s been so snappy with me lately. Every time I try to ask him about the Keyblade or about your lives before we were born, he gets all weird and goes on the defensive. It’s like there’s this big secret he doesn’t want us to know.” 

Kairi bit her lip. There were multiple big secrets that she and Sora had agreed could wait till the kids were older. But maybe they’d waited to tell the kids for long enough. Miyu at least deserved to know at this point.

“I’ll talk to him about it, okay?” she said as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind Miyu’s ear. “We know we can’t keep this stuff from you guys forever. I think we both just… wanted your childhoods to last for as long as possible.”

“But I’m not a child anymore, Mom. I’m the same age as you were when you started your adventure.” 

Kairi smiled sadly. “I know. You’re really coming into your own, and I’m so proud of you. And your dad, he’s proud of you too. He’s just… very protective of his family.”

“Why?”

“You’ll understand, when he’s ready to tell you.” 

Dinner wasn’t as awkward as it could’ve been, so Kairi considered that a small win. Afterwards, Miyu and Haruto worked on their homework at the kitchen table while Sora helped Emi with a school project. Kairi swept the floors and ran the vacuum cleaner so that they’d have a little more time tomorrow to unwind before the kids had school again on Monday and she and Sora had work. 

By the time the kids were in their rooms for the night (though it was doubtful they were actually asleep), she and Sora were tired, but she wasn’t about to let that stop them from talking. As they were getting ready for bed, she wrapped her arms around him and planted a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades. 

“Talk to me,” she said softly, running her hand up and down his chest. “Tell me what’s on your mind. Share with me what’s troubling your heart.” 

He rested his hand over hers, keeping it in place over his heart, and she felt his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. Even after all these years, the simple gesture still brought them both comfort.

“Miyu told me I suck and that I was embarrassing her,” he finally said, “and Haruto said he’s grateful he looks more like you than like me.” 

She winced. “Ouch, they really didn’t mince their words this time, huh?”

He turned to look at her, and there was real pain in his eyes. “They hate me now, Kairi. They hate me, and it—it hurts. I love them so much, I love them so much I would die for them, but they’re embarrassed I’m their father.” 

She found his hands. “They’re teenagers—well Miyu is, Haruto’s almost there—and they’ve finally hit the bratty teenager phase. It won’t last forever.” 

“But what if it does? What if they’re never proud to be my kids?”

“Our kids,” she corrected gently. 

“Right, our kids. But they love you and think I’m the worst.”

“It didn’t always used to be like that, remember? I was the bad cop when they were younger and you were the good cop, the fun-loving parent they adored because you usually said yes. I was the mean parent that told them no. I was the no-nonsense one that didn’t let them get by with bad behavior whereas you were the one that rewarded them for being good. Now that they’re older, I think they’ve decided that no-nonsense Mom is who they can turn to for homework help, and advice with crushes, and how to deal with a difficult teacher. Dad is the fun-loving goofball and entertainer, and they think they’ve outgrown him. They’re getting older, and for teenagers, it’s social suicide to be too enthusiastic about anything that could get them teased, so they don’t understand why that doesn’t bother you and you’re enthusiastic anyway. They don’t get that your enthusiasm comes from confidence and a big heart and not a drive to impress everyone else.”  

Sora’s head drooped. “I guess. I don’t feel so confident now though. I feel like a failure as a father and as their father. I know I haven’t been the perfect dad because all the mistakes I’ve made over the years still haunt me. I just… wish they’d appreciate how much I care.”

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes along the way too. And they will. Again, their understanding of the world is still too simplistic. They don’t see us as fully flawed and complex and human yet. We’re in this weird place for them between the almighty beings we were when they were little and the people they’ll come to appreciate when they’re grown up.” 

“I hope you’re right,” Sora said softly. 

She gently rubbed his hands with her thumbs, moving them in circles. 

“You know, there is something we could tell them… something that might help them appreciate you. That might help them realize how wonderful their father truly is.” 

Sora fell silent. She knew this was a sensitive topic for him, and she would have to be gentle. As open as he usually was, there were some things that he rarely spoke of to anyone except her. They were too tender and delicate, too raw and vulnerable to share with most people because they revealed the very depths of his heart. And if he feared that heart would be laughed at or mocked or disregarded— 

“Maybe it’s time they knew,” he said at last. “Miyu won’t stop pestering me about it anyway, and we can’t hide the truth from her forever.” 

“We can tell her tomorrow, then.” 

“Might as well tell Haruto and Emi too. I’d rather get this over with all at once.” 

Kairi frowned. “If you’re sure…”

He kissed her forehead. “I’m sure. So long as we do it together, I can handle it.”  

“It’s a promise.”

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A/N: This story has been in the works for over a year, so I’m proud to finally share it with you all! A big thank you to @rapis-razuri and @angel-with-a-pipette​ for all their help. This story is based on the conversations I’ve had with them over the past year and a half since KH3 came out about our SoKai family headcanons, and I finally got around to writing it. I dedicate it to both of you as a thank you for all the support.

As for SoKai kid names, I carefully researched various names and chose them based on meaning, significance, and practicality, and buckle in because this is gonna be kind of long, I’m excited to finally be able to share this with you all:

Miyu’s name has the following kanji: 心結. The first kanji is the kanji for heart and the second one is the kanji for bonds—in other words, her name means something like “connected hearts” or “hearts connected.” 

I felt like it was a perfect name for one of Sora and Kairi’s children, considering Sora’s catchphrase in Japanese (connecting hearts is my power). Plus, Sora’s Japanese VA’s name is Miyu (Miyu can be both a boy’s name and a girl’s name, and I’ve seen it written with the kanji I chose for the girl’s version of the name), so I wanted to give a shoutout to him. 

Also, Miyu also sounds like “me, you,” which ties in nicely to the idea of being connected to other people, so accidental English pronunciation bonus there (much like Sora’s name sounds like the word “soar” in English, which calls to mind the sky, and as we all know, Sora’s name means “sky”). 

Haruto’s name has the following kanji: 天翔. This seems like it might be an unusual use of these kanji to me, but the name Haruto has been popular within the last few years for boys, and using these two kanji for it is apparently feasible. The first one means “sky” or “heavens,” as a reference to Sora, and the second kanji is an older one that means “fly” or “soar,” another reference to Sora (and to One Heart as well, Sora and Kairi’s ultimate team attack). Altogether his name means something like “flying/soaring to the heavens.”

Emi’s name has the following kanji: 愛海. The first one means “love,” and the second one means “ocean” or “sea.” For obvious reasons, her name references Kairi’s name (which could also be rendered with the kanji for ocean/sea). Together the kanji mean something like “love of the sea.” I like to think that Sora and Kairi named her after Kairi and Sora’s love for Kairi. 

Anyway, thank you if you read through all of that, I’ve just been sitting on these names for over a year now and couldn’t wait to share them with the world. There are two more parts to this story, so stay tuned for the rest.

Thank you for reading! 

[sometimesiwriteangst]

Soul Mates Are Forever - 1

Summary: Emile gets odd messages, and his boyfriend and brother get concerned quickly, for good reason,

Note: Deceit is called Desmond in this fic. Yes, for once he has a normal name in a human au of partially mine!

Chapter TW: Kidnapping, stalking, u!Virgil, u!Patton.

AO3 Link

Written with @scenecipriano!

Tag List: @samuel-the-gay @alik-gl

-Present Day-

    Emile was getting fed up with the odd messages. Every time he blocked a number, they returned with a new number. They weren’t threatening, or anything that made him believe he should go to the police. Just sporadic “hi”, “why aren’t you replying”, “are you there?”

    Probably a wrong number. Or some guy who was given a fake number. At first Emile had tried telling him this, but over the last couple of weeks he’d given up. If he just kept blocking and ignoring, surely they’d get the message?

    He sighs as he turns his phone off, silencing the constant dinging that came from the unwanted messages. Emile glances in the full body mirror and runs his fingers through his pink fringe, a nervous tic he developed when he was a teenager. 

    “Emi! Your breakfast is getting cold, stop worrying and get down here!” His boyfriend calls from down in the kitchen. 

    “I’m coming, Roman!” 

    Emile looks into the mirror once more and gives his reflection a reassuring smile, ‘Everything was going to be okay.’ 

    The smell of coffee and eggs fills Emile’s nose when he steps into the kitchen, he chuckles when he sees his boyfriend swaying to the melody of a Disney song that was playing from his phone’s speaker. Emile sneaks up behind the distracted redhead and places his arms around Roman’s waist, earning a squeak from the taller man. 

    “You’re the cutest you know that?” 

    “I do! I actually hold the world title of being the cutest man alive, now you need to sit and eat. You’re not going to work on an empty stomach.” Roman replies as he presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Emile’s mouth. 

    Emile chuckles as he sits down at the table, taking a sip of his coffee as he does. “What would I do without you, Ro?” 

    “Starve, considering you can’t cook.” 

    The young therapist in training rolls his eyes as he scoops a bite of eggs into his mouth. 

    “Wrong, Dee would feed me plenty.” 

    “Until the two of you get into an argument, then you’d have to rely on fast food.” Roman teases as he sits next to Emile with his own plate of food. 

    Emile sticks his tongue out and drinks more of his coffee before shoveling the rest of his eggs into his mouth. He quickly chews and wipes his mouth with a napkin before pressing a kiss to Roman’s cheek. 

    “Speaking of arguments, I’m going to have to take the bus this morning. Apparently calling him a ‘reckless’ driver was insulting.” 

    “Desmond Wickham a reckless driver? Please, going eighty through a residential is his default setting, it’s only reckless if he goes ninety!” Sarcasm drips from Roman’s mouth as he bites into a piece of buttered toast. 

    Emile snorts in amusement and shakes his head, “Of course, but I better go. I’ll text you before I go in.” 

    Roman quickly snatches his boyfriend by the waist, causing Emile to bend down slightly allowing Roman to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. 

    “Be careful, my precious rose, I love you.” 

    “I love you too, prince charming.” 

    Emile adores the way Roman still blushes at the nickname. They’d been dating since High School, with only a short break at college before Emile missed Roman too much and begged for a long distance relationship. And yet the man still got flustered over the nicknames Emile found for him.

    In a way, it was ridiculous, and Emile’s brother would happily say that until the cows came home. But Emile knew Desmond liked Roman really, and more than anything it was sweet. It reminded him of when they first started dating, and everything was new and experimental.

    It was hard not to adore the reminder of how Roman would blush every time they held hands, or squeak at every chaste kiss. They may have grown and become more mature about those things, but the small flusteredness over nicknames remained a soft spot.

    “How did I get so lucky?” Emile asks. 

    Roman’s blush deepens as he buries his face against Emile’s side, causing the pink haired boy to laugh. 

    “You’re such a sap, Emi! Get out of here before I decide to keep you to myself for the day.” 

    Emile chuckles and presses a kiss to Roman’s fiery red hair before stepping out of his boyfriend’s relaxed hold. 

    “I’ll be home around eight-thirty, want me to pick up some pizza for dinner?” 

    Roman waves his hand and gently shoos Emile away. 

    “I don’t mind cooking, besides I want to be better than Des at it one day, so I need the practice now go my precious rose.” 

    Emile steals another kiss before rushing to put his shoes and coat on, “I love you, prince charming!” 

    A satisfied smile comes to his face when Roman lets out a flustered squeak, he leaves with a high pitched ‘I love you too’ following him. Emile hums softly to himself as he strolls towards the bus stop, he would try calling Desmond around lunchtime and make amends. 

    “I should really think about getting my license…” 

    Emile huffs as he pulls his phone from his pocket, he turns it back on and is met with constant dings from the same random number that was texting him this morning. One message sent a chill racing down his spine. 

    ‘Pink is definitely your color ;).’ 

    That was the last message that was sent, Emile jumps when the roar of the bus’s engine snaps him out of his shock. He puts his phone back into his pocket and takes a deep breath, ‘They’re not talking about me, it’s okay I’m just overreacting.’ Emile tells himself as he counts out the right amount of money for the bus fare. 

    He flashes the bus driver a small smile as he pays the fee, the driver tips his hat and closes the door as Emile moves to sit in the back. 

    ‘It’s still going to be a good day, it's okay.’ 

    A part of Emile no longer believed that thought. 

    He tries to ignore thoughts of the text as he plugs his earphones in. There was no need for him to worry about odd texts. He’d never had strangely personal texts like that before, why would they start now? It was probably aimed at someone else, like all the other texts.

    You seriously still believe that? Come on, let’s stop kidding ourselves.

    Emile ignores his inner voice, choosing to focus on the song that was playing, it was Stronger Than You from Steven Universe. He tenses when the song is cut off with a new text notification. Emile takes a breath and opens the text, his blood ran cold. 

    ‘I can see you, that’s my favorite cardigan of yours that you’re wearing.’

    Emile looks up and scans the patrons in front of him, no one looks out of the ordinary, everyone minding their own business other than a mother who was struggling to calm her infant down. 

    ‘Who are you? Please leave me alone, my brother is a detective!’ He texts back. Emile watches anxiously as the three text bubbles appear and disappear multiple times. His mouth goes dry when the dreaded reply comes through with a chime. 

    ‘I’m your saviour, my precious bunny.’ 

    He forces himself to breathe upon seeing the message. That was creepy, yes, but it was fine, right? There was no way he could actually see him.

    ‘Is your phone background still that guy dressed as a cartoon character?’

    Emile breathes deeply and looks at his phone background. Roman had taken him to a comic con, and had cosplayed as Prince Zuko from Avatar The Last Airbender. Zuko had never been Emile’s type, but when it was Roman? Hot. Burning hot, one might say.

    He frantically texts back with ‘no, it’s the gay pride flag’. A lie, but that was fine, right? There was no way this stalker - that’s what it must be, right? - could know for sure.

    He gets the next message within a moment.

    ‘Liar.’

    His heart races as he breaks out in a cold sweat.

    ‘I’m not lying, it really is the gay pride flag!’ 

    The reply was almost instant, Emile’s hands were shaking as he read over the text multiple times. 

    ‘Funny, because to me it looks like a pretty red-head with blue eyes, with a shitty white foundation on and a crappy looking attempt at a burn scar. Prince Zuko right? From Avatar The Last Airbender? Gotta say I didn't think he was your type.’ 

    Emile scans the bus again, everything once again seems normal, no one standing out, only the mother with the infant was finally relaxed with the sleeping child resting against her chest. 

    ‘Leave me alone, if you text me again I’m going to my brother.’ 

    Once the reply is sent Emile immediately blocks the number, cutting off all contact with his apparent stalker. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he could handle this, he didn’t need his brother’s help right now. Surely with the threat of telling his detective brother, ‘You don’t really think Dee would believe you? He’s got better things to do than worry about you.’ 

    Emile winces at his inner voice, ‘That’s not true…’ 

    “Hey, Emile! This still your usual stop or were you planning to go somewhere else today?” The bus driver calls back to him, it wasn’t odd for him to know Emile considering the bus was the young therapist’s most used choice of transportation. 

    “Sorry, Greg! I was just lost in thought!” 

    Emile quickly stuffs his phone back into his coat pocket, he walks briskly down the bus aisle, giving Greg a small wave as he steps off. He takes a deep breath and puts on his serious face. 

    “Time to get this day over,” he mumbles as he makes his way into St. Joseph’s Behavioral Health centre.

    Emile puts on a calm smile as he walks inside, the cool air from the air conditioning fanning his face. Emile was a therapist in training, or well that’s what his boss says. He’s a therapist, only the health centre wasn’t hiring new ones yet, so he landed the job of being the psychiatrist's assistant until a therapeutic job was open. 

    Emile couldn’t wait til that day came, he had so many ideas on how to help his future patients. Most of his ideas involved cartoons but others involved other methods like journal entries! He would let his patients tell their stories in a fictive kind of way, giving them a fun time with therapy and a more comfortable way to talk about their problems! 

    “Emile! Finally, thought you were going to be late, follow me.” A feminine voice beckons from across the lobby. Emile looks up and sees the familiar dark face of his boss, her brown eyes crinkling at the edges as she flashes him a smile, her ebony hair let down for once instead of being held back in a tight bun. 

    Emile nods and walks over to her, struggling to keep up with her long strides as she marches down the hall ahead of him. 

    “You seem in a chipper mood, Caroline, did Marcus finally pop the question?” 

    “Very funny, Picani, but no. I’m in a chipper mood because one of my patients agreed to let you sit in during their session! I’ll be asking your input on things they should be doing to handle their depression, I think you’ll get along with them you two act very similar.” 

    Emile blinks his green eyes in shock, he stares at her for a moment waiting for her to laugh and say ‘gotcha!’ But it never came and Emile couldn’t help the huge grin that stretched across his face. 

    “Really!?” Emile squeals. 

    Caroline chuckles as she stops in front of her office door, she turns to look at him and nods. 

    “Really, I finally get to see just how good you think you are, rookie.” 

    Emile stifles his excitement when Caroline opens the door, he takes a deep breath and lets it out through his nose. ‘I can do this!’ 

    He closes the door behind him once they step in, Caroline’s office was the biggest in the health centre, with a mahogany desk and black leather chairs. Sitting in the chair on the left in front of Caroline’s desk was a man a year or two younger than Emile. He had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, not as blue as Roman’s they were a paler shade, while Roman’s looked more like sapphires. 

    The man wore glasses with a black square frame, a light dusting of freckles over his tanned face. Now, Emile wasn’t one to judge anyone on their clothes considering his outfits choices consisted of baggy sweaters and cardigans, but this guy looked like one of those commercial fathers with a standard blue polo, khakis, and a cardigan or in this man’s case, a cat hoodie tied around his shoulders. 

    Emile flashes the man a polite smile and offers him his hand, “Hello! I’m Dr. Emile Picani, do you how do?” His smile widens when the man chuckles at the reference he made. 

    “Spongebob ref, nice! I'm peachy, Dr. Picani! My name’s Patton Holter, it’s nice to meet you!” 

    The two shake hands, Emile’s left wondering where he had heard that name before. 

    Within an hour Emile had learned just about all there is to know about Patton Holter. Patton was born on January 19th, 1985 and he has a twin brother, he was adopted by his two father’s when he was five, and he has been struggling with depression since he was sixteen. His methods of dealing with his depression were taking antidepressants along with talk therapy twice a week. 

    “You could try journaling, my boyfriend has depression and keeping a journal usually helps him, only he makes up characters and uses them as a way to vent,” Emile suggests. 

    He notices a change in Patton’s blue eyes, a type of recognition and malice at the mention of Roman.

    “I’ll give that a try! My brother writes songs, he’s got anxiety problems and writing out depressing lyrics always seems to help him, but I’ll try story-telling. It might be fun!” 

    Pride swells up in Emile’s chest, ‘I’m actually helping someone!’ 

    “Well, seeing as you liked Dr. Picani’s idea we’ll give it a try, Patton. I don’t have any blank journals right now, but I should have one by the time you come in this Friday, is that okay?” Caroline asks. 

    “Of course! I can’t wait for the two of you to read what I write!” 

    Another hour passes before Patton’s session is up, Emile stands when Caroline does, offering his hand to Patton giving him a polite smile. A cold chill races down the young therapist’s spine when he notices how cold Patton’s baby blue eyes looked. His smile was sharp and dangerous instead of the playful smile he had on earlier. 

    “See ya soon, Emile,” Patton says as he tightens his grip on Emile’s hand. 

    Before Emile could reply, Patton was out the door leaving him and Caroline alone in the office. 

    “Well, you’re better than I thought, Picani. Good job!” 

    “Thanks… Do I get to sit in on the next one or?” 

    “Fraid not, kid. You can help the nurses give out medicine and get everyone situated, then after that paperwork that needs to be signed. Think ya can handle that?” 

    “Of course!” 

    Emile and Caroline bid their farewells as he closes the door to her office. Emile stops mid-stride down the hallway and turns to look back. He could have sworn he saw a wisp of grey fabric going around the corner. 

    He shakes his head and chuckles softly to himself, ‘I’m just paranoid after those texts.’ 

    He sets off to go find the nurses, which at this time of day would be in the old building. A few years ago the hospital had a donation big enough to make a new building, where they did most of the important procedures now. But the old building was still in use, and Emile hated it.

    The only way to get to it was through the back entrance of the new building, follow the path (which was in an awful state), and then unlock the side entrance of the old building. And with his recent creepy texts, he really didn’t want to be out of sight. Just in case.

    You’re being paranoid, it’s fine.

    With a deep breath he heads out the door, down the path, trying not to catch his foot on the worst of it. He’d heard of nurses breaking things on the path, and whilst they could just be rumours, he didn’t care to turn into a rumour himself.

    He rounds the bend, and pauses, hearing something behind him rustle. What if…? No, ridiculous. He turns to see a cluster of bushes and chides himself. Of course bushes would rustle. Most plants do, if there’s enough of them.

    He turns back, humming softly to himself as he approaches the side door, only to freeze at the buzz of his phone. He tries to ignore it, but it buzzes again, and he hesitantly reaches for it.

    “I swear I turned you off,” he mutters, but sure enough, it was on, and he had two texts.

    ‘Hey Bunny.’

    ‘Behind you.’

    Emile turns quickly, looking around desperately and tensing up. Plants, plants, door, car…

    “...Damn, they really got me there,” he mutters, “...I knew I was being-”

    A cloth is shoved over his mouth as he gasps, and he internally curses himself for not staying aware as he realises someone is now behind him. Emile struggles weakly, trying to tear the hand holding the cloth away from him, with no luck.

    “Just sleep now, bunny.”

    I...no…

    Emile is out before he can fight back any more.

    Desmond sat in his car with his seat lounged completely back, this was how he normally spent his breaks. Just taking naps inside his car, well he had other ways he spent his breaks but Alvin wasn’t there today. Desmond cracks his left eye open when the radio strapped to his side comes to life. 

    ‘I need any available officer to visit St. Joseph’s Health Centre. A nurse called in saying something about a patient escaping again.’ 

    Desmond quickly snatches his radio and presses the PTT switch, “I’ll go, I’ve got nothing better to do.” 

    ‘You could be in here doing your paperwork, Wickham.’ His boss cuts in. 

    “What I can’t hear you, you’re breaking up, captain!” 

    He shuts his radio off and fixes his seat, Desmond knew he was going to get hell for ignoring the captain later but oh well, it wasn’t like that was anything new. Besides, him taking this gives him the chance to apologize to Emile and let him know that he’ll be picking him up later. 

    Desmond sighs when his phone begins to ring, he accepts the call and puts on a fake cheer. “Captain! Ya know it’s dangerous to be on a cellphone while driving sir.” 

    “You’ve done it plenty of times, so I know you’re not worried about it. You can’t keep putting this paperwork off, Desmond.” 

    “Yeah, I know but the assistant I hired will handle it tomorrow. It’ll get done, now let me handle this issue, alright?” 

    The captain sighs. 

    “You and your brother got into another fight, didn’t you?” 

    “Maybe…” 

    “Alright, fine go make up with him but you bring your ass right back here afterwards, got it?” 

    Desmond rolls his eyes, “Yes sir,” he drawls as he hangs up on his boss. 

    Desmond presses his foot the gas, surging down the residential road, funny this was what led to his and Emile’s argument. ‘I really hope he’s okay…’ The last time they got a call about a patient getting loose Emile had gotten hurt. Getting smacked with a bedpan was not a fun experience for his little brother. 

It wouldn’t have been fun for the patient either if Emile had let Desmond have ‘talk’ with them, but Emile said that it would look bad on his record if he assaulted a mentally ill patient. What? He’s got a temper sue him!  

Desmond slows down when the health centre comes into view, he furrows his brows and narrows his blue and brown eyes. 

“Odd… There aren’t any nurses out looking this time around.” 

He pulls up to the curb and puts the car in park, before he even has a chance to step out, a nurse rushes over from inside the old building. Desmond blinks when her face went from fearful to utterly heartbroken. 

Tears gather in the nurse's brown eyes, “I… I’m so sorry… I-I should have gone out when I saw someone behind him. I'm so sorry!” 

“Hey calm down, alright? I’m sure we’ll find Mr. Stevenson, he never goes far.” 

The nurse lets out a sob, Desmond twitches at the sound but forces himself to calm down. 

“I-It wasn’t a patient! I-I told them… I-It was your brother, somebody took Emile and I couldn’t see their face, I am so s-sorry!” 

All the air was knocked out of Desmond, ‘Somebody took Emile…’ 

Roman paces the living room, his phone clutched tightly in his hands waiting for Emile to send him a text message or to at least call him. He checks the time, fifteen past nine, Emile was supposed to have been home almost an hour ago. 

Roman feels his stomach drop when there’s a knock at the door, he quickly walks over to it and swings it open. 

Desmond stood on the stoop with his hand raised, ready to knock again. Bi-coloured eyes meet blue, they’re both silent for several minutes before Desmond speaks up. 

“Emi’s missing.”