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Twojar Riddler x F!Reader - Wedding Woes

A/N: Hi, so, uhh I’ve been mulling over this idea for a minute. For one, I wanna write anything I can to alleviate my dislike for Riddler’s Prelude to the Wedding issue (which is why this is twojar specific), because yeah, no. But also this is sort of a comfort piece for me? My family has not one, not two, but three weddings all less than five months apart from each other. My cousin’s was in June, and now my sister’s is coming up in November (two days after my bday rip, I know she couldn’t help it but goddamnit…) and my other cousin has her’s in January…and I literally just want to rip my hair out. So if you don’t mind I’m gonna indulge myself with this piece to help me cope with all this wedding madness going on..

Trigger Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors DNI! Strong language, explicit sexual content (unprotected sex w/afab reader, fingering), mentions of violence and criminal activity

Word Count: 2.7 k

Twojar Riddler x F!Reader - Wedding Woes

Well, guess the news around town was true.

The Bat and the Cat…finally tying the knot, who would’ve thunk. You were fairly certain Selina wouldn’t be the type to want to be tied down to a commitment. You shrugged as you took in the city skyscape from your balcony.

I wonder how Eddie’s taking it? What he thinks of this engagement…

Speak of the Devil, he came to join you out on the balcony. You fell backwards into his chest when he wrapped his arms around you from behind. He placed his chin on top of your head after kissing the top of it.

He’s quiet, way too quiet.

“Have you heard the news?” You asked, offering a line of conversation.

Ed scoffed, you could feel the outtake of air move some hair around. “How could anyone have not heard? It’s all anyone is talking about…”

“I’m still pretty baffled.” You commented. “I just didn’t see Selina being the type, nor Bats really.”

“I never thought he could divorce himself from Gotham.” You joked. “Unless they’ve got some kinda special three way going on..”

Edward chuckled, but more out of habit than sincerity. After a moment of awkward silence, you turned around to face him. You put your arms on top of his, that were still wrapped around you. Your hands rested on his chest as you start gently caressing him.

“What’s up, Eddie? I can tell when your minds turning, but I’ll be damned if I know what it is without you telling me…” You giggled.

Nothing. Your eyebrows started to furrow in the middle.

“Eddie?”

“W-would you…would you ever consider marrying me?”

Oh…OH

You mouth was opening and closing, trying to get your brain to start thinking and speaking your next words.

“I, um, uh…well…to be honest I never thought about it, like just marriage in general. Never saw it in my cards. I mean sure when I was little, I think every little girl thinks about her own when they go to their first wedding of a family member. But as time went on, and the more I saw the uglier side of things, I just never thought about it.”

Edward nodded. “I, too, never thought much about it. Until tonight anyway. I never suspected Batman and Catwoman, in hindsight I should have, given how close they are and just how much he lets her off the hook.”

“However, she’s easier to forgive I suppose. She hasn’t caused mass terror throughout the city, killed countless civilians…”

You pulled him closer to you, resting your head on his chest. Your hands going up his back as you gently rubbed his shoulder blades. His arms dropped to his side as you held him in your embrace.

“I’m beyond forgiveness and redemption. I’m not someone who gets married.” He concluded.

“Oh, Eddie…” You squeezed around his abdomen tighter.

“I’m not even sure why you’ve stuck it out with me for so long…I-I have nothing to give you in terms of a future, surely not a happy ending either.”

“I don’t need a happy ending and if I’m with you in my future that’s all I want.” You picked your head up to look him in the eyes.

“You make it sound incredibly romantic.” He huffed. “But it doesn’t change or make it better. Doesn’t change who I am, what I’ve done, and what I’m bound to do.”

“I know, I know it won’t, but I’m willing to accept it. Willing to take the bad with the good. Because you make me happy, we’re happy together.”

You brought your hands back around from behind him and held his face in your hands. Your thumb gliding over both his cheeks.

“That…that’s, that’s rather selfish. Staying with a murderer, terrorist, criminal like me…because I make you happy.”

“If being happy with you…in a world where no matter how much good you do, no matter how many rules you follow, or cross your T’s and dot your I’s. You still get fucked over, taken advantage of, and spit on. If loving you makes me finally feel a fraction of happiness and tranquility, despite who you are and what you’ve done…hell yes I’m selfish. I’m selfish as hell. And I don’t give a damn.”

You smiled proudly as Ed’s eyes widened at your statement.

“Riddle me this…” Your hands slid down his face and locked behind his neck. “Oswald Cobblepot has a pretentious one. Selina Kyle’s can also be a first name. And Bruce Wayne’s is printed all over the city. And I want yours, what am I?”

Ed’s eyes furrowed for a second as he mulled over it. His mind immediately forgetting the previous thoughts whirling around in his head. You could tell he finally got it when he let out a soft chuckle and shook his head.

“Very cute, Y/N.”

“If you got on your knee right now and asked me to marry you I would say yes with no hesitation. I think Y/N Nygma has a good ring to it. Don’t you?” You tilted your head, a sweet smile plastered on your face.

Ed nodded. “Yes, it really does..”

“And besides…” You began. You removed your hands from Ed’s face and held his hands as you outstretched both your arms.

“Who needs a wedding?” You proposed. “Who needs a guestlist, invitations, registries, DJs and music. Hell, who even needs the minister!”

You squeezed Edward’s hands as you gave him a beaming smile. “Do you, Edward Nygma, take me, Y/N L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, for as long as we both shall live.” You pulled him closer to you with each vow until he was back in your embrace.

“I-I didn’t even ask you.” Ed chuckled, breathlessly.

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t think it’ll ever be okay to ask me, so I just took it out of the equation.” You smirked.

“I do.” Ed smiled.

“And I do too, shamelessly, now and always. Ring or no ring” You framed his face again with your hands. Your face inched closer and closer to his.

“You may now–mm!” Your statement was interrupted by Edward crashing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

You smiled into the kiss, as you squeezed his face. His arms found home again around your waist.

When the need for air overcame the desire to stay lip locked, you both backed away from the kiss. Ed rested his forehead on top of yours. You leaned up to kiss his nose.

“What ever will I do with you?” He muttered.

“Well, you better figure it out, looks like you’re going to be stuck with me for a long time.” You teased as you scrunched up your nose.

Ed snickered. “There’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with…Mrs. Nygma.”

You gasped before letting out a fit of giggles. “I was right it does sound nice.”

Edward let you go and back away from you, but was back at your side and before you knew it, he had you in his arms with your feet off the ground. He was carrying you, carrying you like a groom would his bride from the church.

You shrieked as your feet suddenly left the ground, but your shrieks were replaced by laugher as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hang onto something.

You kissed his cheek as he carried you back into the apartment. Through the living room and through an open door that belonged to your shared bedroom. He playfully tossed you on the bed. You laughed as you got up on your knees and went to the foot of the bed to wrap your arms back around him.

You leaned in for another kiss, one more passionate and sloppy than before. Your hands crawled to the back of his head, your fingers combed through his orange strands. When you had to separate to get another gulp of air, you started kissing his cheek, his jawline, developing a trail down to his shoulder.

Ed cupped the side of your face, to bring it back up to look at him. He grabbed the edges of your oversized shirt and quickly pulled it over your body, exposing your upper half to him. It was his turn to start peppering your skin with kisses, going down a very similar path to the one you had started on his skin.

Your hands dropped down to his lower abdomen. Your fingers wiggled to get underneath his white shirt, to start pulling it off him. He felt your warm fingers touch his skin, causing him to tense a little until he noticed what you were doing.

“Need help?”

“That’d be splendid, Mr. Nygma.”

He chuckled as he stepped away from you to pull his shirt over his head. No matter how many times he bares himself to you, your mouth never ceases to water at the sight. You fell back onto the bed, scooting yourself closer to the head of the bed. Ed crawled onto the bed and hovered over you. You couldn’t resist leaning up to steal another kiss from his sweet lips.

As the two of you kissed, his hands began exploring your body. Squeezing and caressing wherever he recalled got you gasping and moaning into his lips. Like when he kneads your chest or squeezes your love handles. It doesn’t take long for you to start moaning.

He breaks the kiss to continue what he started. He kissed and lapped along your neck before softly suckling along the bone. His hands continued to roam your body, until it got to the band of your shorts.

You gasped as your lower half was now exposed, and you laid completely bare before him. One of his hands went back to knead your breast, while the other stayed below your waist. His index finger softly caressing in between your folds. His mouth went to your other breast and began softly sucking on the nipple.

“E-Eddie…” You moan softly. One of your hands was cradling the back of his head, while the other clung around his back. Slowly, Ed eased his finger inside of you, which caused you to gasp in surprise but was quickly melted into moans. Satisfied at finally feeling some friction.

Edward continued to steadily pump his finger in and out of you. Occasionally taking his thumb to rub long tight ovals into your clit, which caused his hands to get soaked even more. Using the extra slick, he was able to ease his middle finger to join in his ministrations.

You grabbed his face again and brought his lips to yours. Your tongue impatiently parted from your lips, wanting access to enter his. He willingly allowed your tongue to roam his mouth. He quickened his fingers’ pace in and out of you. You moaned into the kiss, between the warmth of his mouth and the friction to your core. You were melting into the bedsheets below you.

As Edward’s fingers felt your walls start to tighten around his fingers more frequently, he removed them from your core. You tore from the kiss to let out a frustrated sigh.

“You were getting close…” He mumbled.

“Yeah.” You growled.

He snickered before pecking your forehead. “I’ll make it up to you, I always do don’t, I?”

You roll your eyes but muttered a soft, “yeah…I guess.”

Ed removed his sweatpants and boxers in one swift pull and he tossed them somewhere off to the side of the bed. He got back in place, hovering directly above you. You looked down to see him gently pump his hard cock. He took the precum developed at the head and spread it along his cock. He leaned back over you, lining his cock up to your entrance, rubbing the head gently in between your folds.

You and Ed both let out sharp moans and groans when he finally entered you fully. Your legs wrapped tightly like a vice around his waist. You moved your hands to go back to hold his face, but he stopped them before they mad contact. He placed your hands down on the mattress near your head. He entwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hands against his flesh and the sheets.

Sounds of your moans grew, as he resumed the pace he started with his fingers. His dick filling you more than his fingers, and reaching further into you than his fingers could.

“E-Eddie…mmm…”

His head dipped back down towards you, tucking it back between your neck and shoulder. Edward started nipping and suckling along your collarbone as he picked up his thrusting pace. Your hands squeezed his, your nails barely scrapping against his rough knuckles.

You turned your head, so your lips could reach his face. You began kissing alongside his face or the top of his head, as he moved along the front of you.

“I love you, Edward Nygma...mmm…n-nothing will change that.” You manage to mutter out between your gasps and moans.

Edward increased his pace at your words, making you swallow any other words you may have had. Replacing them with cries and moans.

“I love you…” he grunted. “A-Absolutely adore you.”

Both of your hands squeezed each other before he pulled one of his hands away to go down your body. You released your other hand from his and opted to wrap your arms around his neck. While one of his hands were at your front, the other wrapped around your back, slowly lifting you off the bed.

The hand in your front squeezed between your bodies, finally finding it’s destined location. His thumb started stroking your clit again in tight fast circles.

“E-Ed…mmm…Eddie!”

“Y/N…ahh..” He began thrusting harder and faster. Pulling completely out with just the tip of his head still in and thrusted fully back in, before repeating.

Your nails began biting his head and back, the hand on his back slowly dragging them down his spine, causing him to groan deeper. The sound making you squeeze your walls tighter around his cock.

The all too familiar knot was getting tighter and tighter, just moments from coming undone. You tried to hold out just a little bit longer, wanting to cum with him.

Your lips collide once more with Edward’s as your hands converge at his head. Your fingers combing through bits of his hair and sideburns. Your thumbs rubbing his cheeks, lovingly. All it took was one more thrust, he stilled himself inside you. His thumb never stopped twirling around your clit as your walls held his cock in a chokehold.

You broke the kiss as your body broke out in a warm sticky sweat, your body and limbs convulsing under him. Edward wrapped his arms around you, holding you close during the shakes. You shivered as you felt his release fill you up to the brim.

As Ed gently laid you back down onto the mattress, he lovingly tucked your hair back and out of your face. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before looking back at into your eyes. You leaned up a little to give him a small sweet kiss.

After cleaning up, and you stole yet another shirt of his. It didn’t take you long to fall into a dreamless sleep on his bare chest. The both of you cuddled in the bed and cozy under the covers. Edward had an arm wrapped around you, his hand periodically caressing your arm up and down.

He looked down upon your sleeping figure. Someone that was comfortable, at ease, and truly happy with himself. He didn’t even like himself most days, not that anyone would know he hid it pretty damn well. Yet, there was you, an even greater conundrum than he is.

Be that as it may, in moments like this…everything made sense. For a moment, Edward thought just about anything is possible now, especially with you. Maybe just maybe, matrimony isn’t entirely out of the question for him.

“Riddle me this…Oswald Cobblepot has a pretentious one. Selina Kyle’s can also be a first name. And Bruce Wayne’s is printed all over the city. And I want yours, what am I?”

He grinned.

It’s a last name.

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skinnyducky · 3 years ago

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the meeting // v.h.

This was probably a bit difficult to write because I didn’t know what approach I wanted to go with. But, I found the best approach that fit my style and I hope you enjoy! Also, I’m going to hold off on pt. 4 of Party at Y/n’s. I don’t really like what I’ve written so far with it and I’m going to rewrite the whole part. But, that means you’ll get more stuff like this so...yippee!

Word Count: 1435, slightly edited

WARNING: fluff, language (i think), sexual jokes, and more fluff

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Vinnie rubbed his sweating hands together as he thought about whether or not coming with you to your hometown was a good decision. Sure, he’d be sad for a weekend without you…but that wasn’t worse than having to meet your parents. This was a huge step in your relationship, and something that could make or break it. And that fact that you weren’t even slightly scared made him even more afraid.

“I can’t do this. Maybe you should turn around and drive me back to the airport.” Vinnie sighed, fiddling with his rings.

You laughed, keeping your eyes trained on the road. “Vinnie, there is nothing to be nervous about. My parents are going to love you.”

“You say that now, but what if they don’t?”

“Vinnie, they’re going to love you. I haven’t stopped mentioning you since we started dating. Hell, the minute I told my dad about you and your cars, he cried tears of joy. I’ve never seen him that happy before, and I’m his child.” You explained as you pulled into your driveway. “Look, babe, you have absolutely nothing to be worried about. As long as you’re yourself, they’ll love you.”

Vinnie took your words into consideration, and they filled him with a little comfort. Although, they weren’t enough to completely rid him of his anxiety. But still, he was a lot better now than he was a few minutes ago.

“So, are you ready?” you asked, placing your hand on Vinnie’s shoulder. He looked at you with a worried glance and answered, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The two of you exit the car and walked up to your doorstep. You knocked on the door and within a few seconds it opened up to reveal your smiling mother. “Y/n!” she cried, pulling you into a tight embrace. She pulled back and looked at Vinnie who awkwardly stood behind you.

“And you must be Vinnie!” she grinned. “The pictures Y/n sent me don’t do you justice! You’re really cute!”

“Mom!” You groaned. She muttered a sorry before turning back to Vinnie.

Vinnie let out a timid chuckle and stuck his hand out for your mom to shake. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Y/l/n.”

Your mom grabbed his hand, but instead of shaking it, she pulled him into a hug. “Enough of that formal crap. Please, call me Y/m/n.” The two broke out of the hug and she ushered the both of you inside, the smell of her famous pasta filling your noses.

“Y/d/n, they’re here!” your mom called, shutting the door.

You heard heavy footsteps come from the living room, no doubt belonging to your dad. The very man rushed towards you and Vinnie with an eager grin on his face. “Y/n!”

“Dad!” you exclaimed, rushing into his arms. He spun you around and put you down, moving his attention to your boyfriend. He cleared his throat, putting on his best intimidating dad act as he stomped over to the boy.

“And I’m guessing you’re Vinnie.”

Vinnie gulped, looking your dad in the eye. “That w-would be me, sir.”

It was silent as the men stared at each other. Then out of the blue, your dad laughed. “I’m sorry, man. I can’t do the whole ‘dad’ act like I used to. Call me Y/d/n.” He shook Vinnie’s hand, much to your boyfriend’s surprise. “Nice to finally meet you, Vinnie.”

“You too, Y/d/n.”

“Y/n told us a lot about you. She mentioned you liked cars.” Your dad pointed out. “I’m a car man myself. Gotta Mustang and a 1953 Hudson Hornet.”

Vinnie nearly lost his shit at your father’s small collection. You could practically feel the excitement radiating off of him. “Really?”

“Not that he drives them though. Don’t let the coolness fool you, Vin. He drives a soccer van.” I teased, making my dad blush.

“I drive the van to work and work only.”

I scoffed, “Sure you do.”

Your mom clapped, gathering your attention. “Well, dinner is done. So, we can go ahead and start eating and catch up.”

“But, honey, I wanted to show Vinnie my cars.” Your dad whined.

“You can show him after, sweetie.”

“But-“

“Y/d/n.”

“Sorry.” Your dad sighed and followed your mom into the kitchen. You and Vinnie exchanged looks and broke out into laughter.

“Like I said, very excited to meet you.” You said, leading him into the dining room.

You and Vinnie sat across from your parents who had brought out the large bowl of pasta. The four of you started eating, catching up on life and what not. Well, at least you and your mom did. Vinnie and your dad were too busy talking about their shared love of vehicles to even be interested in the conversation. Dinner ended, much to the pleasure of your dad. Him and Vinnie headed into the garage where your dad would offer him a beer and show off his collection. You and your mom retreated to the kitchen to wash dishes.

“So, what do you think?” you asked, wiping down a plate.

“I like him. He’s a really good guy.” Your mom responded. “He’s much better than any of the other jackasses you’ve dated.”

“He was so nervous coming here. He thought you and dad wouldn’t like him.”

Your mom scoffed, placing a fork in the drying rack. “Why wouldn’t we like him? It’s obvious that he completes you and that you two are perfect for each other. Plus, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your dad so happy before, and I’m his wife.”

“Hah, I said the exact same thing.”

“It’s true. I wouldn’t be surprised if your dad divorced me for him.” Your mom joked. “Our only concern is that you’re happy, Y/n. And its evident that Vinnie makes you more than that, so as long as he keeps doing what he’s doing…he’s good in our book.”

“Thanks, mom.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now, let’s finish up these dishes. Real Housewives of Atlanta comes on in a few.”

Around the time you two finished the dishes, your boys came strolling back into the house. You and your mom peeked out from the kitchen, watching in secret as your dad and Vinnie talked to each other.

“…and y’know, I’ve never seen Y/n as happy as she is with you. I can tell that you really care for her,” your dad said, “and as long as you keep doing that, I have no problem with you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Your dad chuckled, “Now the ‘sir’ is something I definitely have a problem with. I’m not that old, son.”

A smile found it’s way onto your face as you and your mom walked out. “Well, I wouldn’t really consider you to be young.” Your mom quipped, before turning to Vinnie. “He can’t even get it up as much as he used to.”

“Mom!” you shrieked. “What did I tell you!?”

“No sex jokes. Sorry, honey.”

“Especially one’s that aren’t true.” Your dad added. “I’m like a tank; I’m strong.”

You stared daggers at your dad as you stepped beside Vinnie. “Dad!”

“We’re sorry, we’re sorry.” He apologized, finding his way over to your mom. “So, you two headed back to your hotel?” asked your mom.

You and Vinnie nodded, earning a groan from your dad. “Awe, I wish you could stay the night. Although, I don’t think Y/n’s twin size bed would fit the both of you.”

“You’ll see us tomorrow,” you replied. “Remember? We’re going golfing, right?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot!” Your dad said, placing his hands on his hips. “I guess we’ll see you then.”

You and your parents bid your goodbyes—and your dad may or not have cried a bit. He really wanted to spend more quality time with Vinnie. Thankfully your mom was there to console him and keep him distracted long enough for you two to leave.

Once you got into the car, you glanced over at Vinnie to see him smiling. “What’s got you so giddy?” You asked.

“Your dad likes me.”

“I know, me and my mom were spying on you two when you walked in.” You said, starting the car. “My mom likes you too. So, in the end…you had nothing to worry about.”

“I guess not.”

As you pulled out of your parents driveway, you said, “My dad’s right you know.”

“About what? Him being able to still get it up?” Vinnie asked.

You rolled your eyes and giggled, “No, you idiot. About the fact that you do make me happy.”

You watched as Vinnie broke out into a smile. “I do?”

“You very much do.”

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atlabeth · 3 years ago

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hold onto me (im a little unsteady) - sokka x reader

i was listening to the song when i came up w this so feel free to listen to that if you want

summary: a late night with sokka reminds you that even on the worst days, you always have someone in your corner.

a/n: lmao this is 100% self indulgent i have no excuses. my parents are getting divorced and almost every time they're together they argue and so this is just a comfort fic after it happened again tonight bc GD i wish i had a sokka. this one goes out to all my divorce babies or people with parents that never stop arguing. you are very loved<3

wc: 1.7k, this got away from me lol

warning(s): mentions of parents arguing n shit, like the tiniest mentions of implying sex and problems with consent (in general, not with them), but this is all fluff

hey. i know you’re probably asleep right now but could you come over?

It was far too late at night when you sent the text. A question asked on a whim, an offer that would most likely go ignored due to the boy on the other end being asleep.

But goddammit, you really didn’t care. Even if he didn’t respond, just hitting ‘send’ made you feel slightly better. You had already taken refuge in one of the sweatshirts he had left at your house (read: one that you had stolen and refused to give back) and as your eyes fell on the glow of the digital clock on your bedside table, you were once again reminded of how stupid this was.

But you heard the telltale buzz of a notification and all but lunged for your phone, an uncontrollable smile tugging on your lips. You didn’t know why you ever doubted him.

sokka💙: you know i never sleep babe

sokka💙: a curse of my genius

sokka💙: im omw

you’re the best thank you love<3

A pair of fuzzy socks and a refilled water bottle later, you heard the sound of something hitting your window. Though you tensed up at first, a roll of your eyes was all it took before you remembered just who you had invited over. Another smile took over as you pushed yourself off of your bed, pushing the curtains aside in time to see another pebble hit the pane.

A physical effort took place to stifle the laugh as you pushed your window up, and you leaned against the sill on your elbows to get a better look at your ridiculous boyfriend.

“Throwing rocks at my window? I think I’m stuck in a bad romcom.”

He grinned and let the remaining pebbles fall to the ground. “It’s what’s to be expected from your Prince Charming, right? Besides, I’m assuming that your parents wouldn’t just let me walk through the front door at this hour.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Just the sight of Sokka was always enough to make you feel better, and tonight was no exception. The vice on your heart was already starting to loosen. “Right as usual. Think you’ll catch me if I jump?”

He laughed and made a show of looking up and down the distance and then at his arms. “I’d like to say so, but I think we’d have better luck if I climb up.”

“You sure you can do that, big guy?” you asked with a teasing grin. He rolled his eyes with the same sentiment.

“Of course I can. I just thank nature that there’s a tree so close to your window. It’s saved me from a lot of embarrassing falls.”

You chuckled and backed away from the window, the slight chill from the night air beginning to get to you. “I’ll leave you to it while I get things ready.”

Truth be told, your room was a total mess at the moment. You knew Sokka wouldn’t care, especially not now, but it put you slightly more at ease to have something in your life that you could control. You were in the middle of shoving some previously strewn-about clothes into your closet when you heard the click of your window closing. When you turned around, you were met with your boyfriend’s smiling face.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmured as you walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you kissed him lightly on the lips, unable to stop the blossoming smile nor the warmth that the action gave you. “Thank you for being here.”

“Of course.” The softness of his words were in stark contrast to the joking bravado from only minutes earlier, and as you stepped away from his embrace and pushed yourself onto your bed, he joined you on the other side. “And not that I’m not happy to be here, but I just wanna know. What’s going on?”

You sighed, letting one leg hang off the bed as you tucked the other in. It was a testament to Sokka’s power how quickly he had gotten you to forget about the new mess of the night. “The usual showing of fuckall and fuckup. I’m more impressed by how they never run out of things to scream at each other about.”

Your bad joke didn’t get a laugh out of him, which you were secretly glad for. Instead, he snaked an arm around your back and tugged you closer, a contented sigh falling from your lips as you nestled your head into the space between his shoulder and his head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “You know it’s not your fault, right?”

The phrase had gone in one ear and out the other more times than you could count from your parents, but each time Sokka said it, the words held a different weight. You knew it wasn’t your fault in the first place, but guilt didn’t care all that much for logic. You knew he meant it though, and once more the vice loosened.

“I know. But it still helps to hear it.” You glanced up at him, reaching a hand up to twist a loose strand of his hair around your finger. “You should wear your hair down more often,” you mused. “It makes you look like a prince.”

He chuckled, amusement glinting through his ocean eyes. “I did say I was your Prince Charming, didn’t I?”

You smiled, slowly uncurling his hair from your finger. “Yeah.”

“That means I’ll always be there for you. Especially to save my royal from their evil stepparents.”

Another laugh bubbled in your chest at that, and you leaned closer into him. “Thank you. The more I visit your place, the more I want your family to be mine. Hakoda is like, the nicest man I’ve ever met, and your mom? She actually makes me want to cry with how sweet she is. I think I know where you get it from.”

He grinned and bumped your leg with his own. “You know you’re welcome over there any time. But maybe you shouldn’t — I think my mom might actually adopt you with how much she loves you. That… that would be really weird.”

His joy was infectious as you planted another kiss on his cheek, something that earned you a, as you liked to call it, dazzling Signature Sokka Smile. “I’ll make sure she holds off on the adoption papers for now.”

“I’d like that.”

And though the happiness you felt at the moment was almost overwhelming, that was just what caused that tiny sliver of doubt to come in. When people invited their partners over at three in the morning, it usually wasn’t to sit on the bed and talk about their problems. It was… it was for more, and you didn’t want that right now. And because you were an expert at it, you decided to put your foot in your mouth and start talking.

“I— I’m sorry that I called you over here so late, for no reason. I know you probably expected something else than me ranting, but…” you sighed, drawing your knees closer to your chest as you brought your other hand to Sokka’s resting on your shoulder. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.”

He sighed at that, but you knew it wasn’t one of disappointment. “You know I’m here for you. I don’t care if you just want to sit in silence for the next five hours while we stare at the wall, or if you want to watch sappy rom coms until your eyes bleed. I’m more than okay with staying like this. I didn’t come over here because I expected anything from you — I came over here because you needed me, and so I’m here.” Sokka smiled, an image you didn’t think would ever stop making you melt, and intertwined your hand with his. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”

You were so stunned at the brazen declaration that your voice got stuck in your throat for a moment, holding back tears. (Happy tears. They were never anything other than happy tears with Sokka.) It hit you then that you didn’t really know what it was like having someone get close to you without an ulterior motive.

“Thank you,” you murmured after a moment of comfortable silence. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You knew he was smiling, even without having to look up at him. You could hear it in his voice, feel it in the kiss he pressed to your hairline.

A comfortable silence hung in the air for a long time until you broke it. “You know… my dad kinda ran off to a motel for the night after this whole thing, and my mom leaves early in the morning. If you were serious about those rom coms…” You allowed the unsaid question of staying the night to fester so Sokka knew he could say no if he wanted to, but he didn’t even hesitate.

“Of course I was serious. I mean, I’ve gotta get the ideas for our future wedding from somewhere.”

You laughed, a sentiment that had occurred more times in the ten minutes he had been here than the past week, and picked the remote for your little box TV off of your bedside table. You clicked through various movies until you found one Sokka liked, and then you cuddled deeper into his side to prepare for the ride you had ahead of you.

Thirty minutes into 27 Dresses, he had fallen asleep, arm still around you and one of his legs slightly intertwined with one of your own. But it’s not like you minded — the familiar weight of Sokka in your bed had caused all your worries to melt away, if only for the night.

You didn’t expect him to last past the first movie, but you were sure you would at least get through until Katherine Heigl got the man. But there was an overwhelming feeling of safety permeating the air with Sokka’s arms around you, and you ended up knocked out before she could even get through all twenty seven dresses.

It wasn’t lost on you how fortunate you were — he didn’t expect anything like that from you, he just wanted you to be safe. He was there for you. You would never understand how you had gotten so lucky with your boyfriend, but you would never stop being grateful for him.

this is the most self indulgent thing ive ever written and i am NOT sorry

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#sokka x reader #sokka x you #sokka x y/n #sokka fic #sokka #sokka atla #atla #avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar fic #atla fic #sadie writes #everyone deserves him.... sokka im sorry u have 100 gfs and bfs

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plan-d-to-i · 3 years ago

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Hi Plan! About JFM, is there anything in the book that shows that he tries to stop YZY from whipping WWX? Also, if you don't mind, what is your opinion about JFM's part in WWX's abuse, do you think he is complicit?

There's this from when YZY whips him w WLJ:

The most that he’d been through were two or three strikes and being grounded. He’d also be let out by Jiang FengMian sooner or later. This time, however, he endured dozens of heavy strikes. His back burned and his entire body was numb with pain. He couldn’t bear it, but he had to bear it. Today, if the punishment didn’t satisfy Wang LingJiao, the matter at hand would never end!

</3... There's also this from the incense burner extras ...

Even when he was naughty as a child, when Yu-furen whipped him, she would strike his back or the palms of his hands, while Jiang Fengmian and Jiang Yanli couldn’t bear to hit him.

I think people feel this huge sense of frustration and wish that JFM could like divorce or yeet YZY into the lake or something (same)... alas those things are off the table. It's even written in lol 🥲:

Jiang Cheng, “Mom! Mom listen to me! I beg you! Don’t cut off his hand! If Father knew…”

It was all fine until he had mentioned Jiang FengMian. The second he mentioned him, Madam Yu’s expression changed at once, shouting, “Don’t talk to me about your father! What could happen if he knows? Could he kill me?!”

.... Every time JFM puts up resistance YZY doesn't back down and only escalates.

Madam Yu scolded, “Of course you’ll go! Or else would your sister go? Look at her, still happily peeling lotus seeds. A-Li, stop peeling them. Who are you peeling them for? You’re the mistress, not somebody’s servant!”

Hearing the word ‘servant’, Wei WuXian didn’t mind much. He had finished all of the lotus seeds in the dish all at once, chewing as the soft, refreshing sweetness filled his mouth. Jiang FengMian, on the other hand, raised his head slightly, “My lady.”

Madam Yu, “What, something I said? Servant? You don’t want to hear the word? Jiang FengMian, let me ask you—this time, do you intend to let him go?”

Like a purple bolt of lightning, Madam Yu swept inside, bringing in with her a cold breeze. She was standing five steps away from Wei WuXian’s bed, brows raised, “‘To attempt at the impossible’ is exactly how he is, isn’t it? Fooling around even though he knew that it’d bring trouble to his sect?!”

Jiang FengMian, “My lady, what are you doing here?”

Madam Yu, “What am I doing here? What a joke that I am asked of such a thing! Sect Leader Jiang, do you still remember that I’m also the leader of Lotus Pier? Do you still remember that every inch of the earth here is my territory?"

I don’t believe for one second that you haven’t heard of how the outside people gossips, that Sect Leader Jiang has still not moved on from a certain Sanren though so many years have passed, regarding the son of his old friend as a son of his own; they’re speculating if Wei Ying is your…”

Jiang FengMian shouted, “Yu ZiYuan!”

Madam Yu shouted as well, “Jiang FengMian! Do you think that anything will change just because you raised your voice?! Do you think that I don’t know you?!”

The two debated the issue outside. On the way, Madam Yu’s angered voice was louder and louder.

He can't just physically beat her into submission. He can't order her around she'd probs act out even more to spite him. He can't divorce her or ban her from Lotus Pier. What can you do when you're stuck in life with a person like that other than avoid her as much as possible. WWX gets it and does. I definitely wish JFM could have found some attempt the impossible way to make her go away. It's WWX's and JFM's misfortune that she's alive and part of their life and it's definitely not fair to either of them (or yanli & jc frankly). In that last passage JFM does seems to draw away her anger after him from WWX. So no, I don't think he's complicit. I think he's a victim himself of her unreasonable tantrums. I can't frankly deny the schadenfreude her end gives me.

sidenote as I was looking for one of the quotes I found the moment when jc is fantasizing that the attack on Lotus Pier was just a bad dream and I think it's sort of ironic that in his fantasy his mother is scolding WWX. Like :

He couldn’t wait to wake up after some rest and open his eyes to find himself lying inside of his room back in Lotus Pier. His father would be wiping his sword in the main hall. His mother would be angry again and complaining, scolding Wei WuXian who winked in a funny way. His sister would be in the kitchen, thinking as hard as she could about what to make today.

🌝.

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eclipsedpascal · 4 years ago

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You Deserve This

Andy Dolan x Female Reader

GIF by @kissxmedeadly !!

“The reader asking Andy about his kiddo (let's pretend is a lil boy 🤣) and him being very emotional about it and the reader who truly loves him conforts him 😭❤️” - anon

Please read the warnings!!

Warnings: use of drugs (weed), smut, oral (female receiving), slight public sex, slight angst, mentions of rehab, mentions of suicidal thoughts, a lil bit of crying and VERY slight Eden spoilers, but thats only if you don't want to know anything AT ALL, so basically none? idk lmao:)

Notes: hi! So this is my first Andy fic, I wrote it very quickly last night after a sudden burst of inspiration and it doesn't make too much sense, also it’s kinda cheesy? I don't think I've ever written anything this angsty or soft before, but i’m trying to be more in touch w my emotions nd this is my way of doing that, so hopefully i'll do more things like this soon:) also if you’re interested, the title is one of my favourite songs by Men I Trust that I just thought fit Andy well.

Word count: 1.8k

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The warm, dancing breeze washed over your skin, plucking up your many goosebumps and blowing the rainbow coloured sea of petals that decorated the large garden from left to right. The bittersweet mix of their fragrances and Andy’s blunt rushed to you and filled your scrunched up, wrinkled nose as you let out a loud laugh. The vibrant expanse of fluffy grass felt close to a mattress underneath you, cradling your form whilst you laid amongst the greenery and watched Andy ghost a deep inhale of the blunt he had balanced precariously between two fingers. He flopped his arm across the gap between you and offered you another toke, the dopey smile spread over his features making you laugh even more.

“What’s so funny? Hmm?” He questioned you jokingly, rolling onto his forearms and bringing his face to hover just above yours as you brought the blunt to your lips. You couldn't hold in your laughter, your drug hazed state and the breeze that pushed his brown curls to tickle your blushing skin only exaggerating your amusement further as you choked out clouds of smoke.

“What??” He joined in laughing, finding humour in his own confusion and finding your laugh infectious. His lips found your own in a sudden yet gentle kiss which you gladly embraced, still not managing to fully compose yourself as you giggled into his open mouth.

You did your best to pull back from the kiss, but were reminded you didn't really have anywhere to go when you felt a blade of grass flutter against your ear. “It’s just.. your smile.” You rested your blunt carrying hand on his cheek as you spoke, feeling your heart swell when he pulled an overdramatic expression of insult at your reply.

“What’s so wrong with my smile?!” He half faked offence, not understanding what you could possibly find so amusing about it as you giggled more and more. “What’s wrong with it?- is it my lips? ‘They not good enough for you baby?” His thick accent aided his voice, making him sound even more attractive than he already was as he joked with you.

“Noo! it definitely wasn’t your lips, cause I love those.” You gripped his locks a little firmer, biting your lip as his stare changed from one of curiosity to one of want.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned back down and kissed you again, but this time rougher, the weed made you feel as if his lips were slowly melting into your own as it sent strong signals of lust through your body. He put all his weight on one arm, lifting the other and groping your waist with it whilst simultaneously moving to trail wet kisses down your neck.

His touches were deep, yet executed so delicately it convinced you if he was any rougher, you might just break. He opened the buttons of the flowing shirt you wore; one you had stolen out of his wardrobe that morning. He moved his head further down your chest to your stomach, mouth racing in slow motion to reach you were he wanted to most.

Forgetting to explain why you found his smile so funny in the first place, your high carried your thoughts closer towards how incredible his mouth felt on your skin, making you lean into his touch and let out a few small mewls.

As he reached your panty line, he tapped your hip, signalling for you to lift them so he could take your shorts off. He slid them off your legs in a quick, smooth motion that had them landing on a nearby lavender bush. The garden had quite a large variety of blossoming shrubbery and many clusters of beautiful flowers, it was probably down to the bi-weekly gardeners Andy had hired. You had known they were expensive and after spending so much time like this, lazing around, surrounded by the expensive home’s nature, you were beginning to understand why he had hired them.

You returned your gaze from the dangling shorts, back to the man nestled between your bare thighs. His beard was scratching at your skin in the best way possible as he laid small kisses over the thin fabric that covered your cunt. His hot breathe felt like fire as you wriggled and squirmed below him, just wanting some kind of contact from him.

He used two fingers to peel your panties to the side, groaning at the site of your glistening folds before kissing your clit gently. His tongue started swiping across your cunt slowly, taking all the time in the world to make you feel as good as he knew he could. You moaned loudly, grabbing at his hair once more as he sucked on you deeply.

“Mr Dolan?” You were interrupted by a throat clearing before hearing a man speak; one of Andy’s many servants you guessed. They had never seemed to leave the two of you alone whilst you had been staying there. No matter how big his home was, you always seemed to find another at every corner.

Andy looked up to the man with question and annoyance, raising an eyebrow at him as he wished for him to just hurry up and leave so the two of you could continue with your escapades. “It’s the phone for you Mr Dolan. Your son.”

Andy quickly rose from his place below you, his mind abandoning all thought of the act he was just partaking in as he jogged past the glass doors of his home, wanting only to speak to the young boy.

You sat up slightly, doing up a few buttons of your shirt and laying your crossed legs to the side of you as you held yourself up with your arm. You watched him as he scrambled into the house after his servant, little red marks from where he had been lying in the grass next to you were noticeably imprinted on the skin of his left arm, the one he had been leaning on, and his open shirt was flowing behind him with the speed he was moving.

You looked down to the flowers on front of you, picking a single daisy that bore tinted, pink tips on the end of each slim, white petal, twirling the stem around between two of your fingers as you listened to the breeze pick up. You could feel the mood of the air change as he left, the wind feeling more cold an irritating than once before as you pondered the call Andy was having.

You knew how desperate he had been to speak to his son again. It had been months since he had spoken to him without his ex-wife being the messenger. He missed him more than he knew to describe.

His recent divorce had been what had fuelled him to return home to Eden; hoping to find solace in the paradise he knew so well after feeling as if he had lost himself entirely. Spending too many years constantly playing other people had taken more of a toll on him than he had realised, that was until he was sent to rehab. After getting out, he felt as if staying in Eden was the only way for him to climb out of the dark hole he had managed to find himself in. Unfortunately, this journey of finding himself had meant making the decision to leave his son behind in Los Angles. Something he didn't like to speak on much.

When you had first met him in rehab however, he had been extremely open about his life, telling you how anger was the only emotion he could really feel anymore. Explaining that if he wasn’t at least the slightest amount intoxicated, he didn't think he couldn't go on with living; especially after the recent downfall of his career being showcased for the entire world to see. It was dark stuff, but you understood each other. That’s a big part of what made you grow so close.

You picked off petal after petal from the daisy, watching its beauty fade with each pluck and letting each one slowly blow into the breeze, creating a tragic stream as they blew away from you and down to the not so far off shoreline. As you plucked the last petal, you admired the daisy, still glowing with pollen and beaming in the sunlight despite have lost so many important parts of it. You stuck it into your shirt pocket and fell back down to lay on the grass as you waited for Andy to finish his call.

It had been maybe ten minutes you were lying with your eyes closed, enjoying the heat that beamed down from the clear, Australian sky when you finally heard the slow footsteps that you knew to be Andy’s, pattering along the grass. You shot up from where you lay to see the dopey-smiled man who had left you in the garden just fifteen minutes before, only to be faced with a red-eyed, teary one.

“Andy what happened? Are you okay?” He fell down onto the grass besides you, staring at you but completely wordless. You felt as if you could see into his soul. He was feeling so many emotions he hadn’t even been able to grasp at in so long. It was overwhelming him and you knew it. You reached out to stroke is cheek, concern running through you for the man that you had grown to love so dearly over the past few months.

He looked up “She’s gonna let me see him. T-They’re coming over next month.” A tear fell from his face as he smiled harder than you had ever seen him smile before. He was finally going to see his son after all these long months and you couldn’t have been any happier for him.

“Really?! That’s amazing, oh my god!” You moved forwards, wrapping your arms over his large shoulders and squeezing him in a hug so full of love it was palpable. “You really got to speak to him this time?” You questioned him once more before pulling away from his grasp, thinking back to the many times his ex-wife had promised he could speak with the boy but decided at the last minute he wouldn’t get to.

“Yeah!.. he uhh,” He took in a shaky breath, chuckling with joy as he recalled hearing the young boy’s voice so filled with excitement and energy over the phone. “He said he couldn't wait to meet you! You know, when I told him about you.” He stumbled over his words, running a hand through his hair as he shook with nerves, doing his best to calm himself.

In that moment, you felt your love for him soar higher than it ever had before. You were so proud of the progress he had made, and you knew his son would be too. “And I cant wait to meet him either.” You rested your forehead against his, the two of you enjoying a stand still and bathing in the happiness you both felt in the beautiful moment. The sound of the ever present breeze occupied your ears as the laughter emitting from two of you joined it, echoing a song throughout the garden that wouldn’t be forgotten any time soon.

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Thank you sm for reading!!🥺💗

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sckyie · 4 years ago

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hq last goodbye after a break-up

☛ includes: azumane asahi, tendou satori, kozume kenma

☛ warnings: angst

☛ pronouns: gender neutral

☛ a/n: uhm again idk how headcanons work but tendou made me teary eyed :(

『 AZUMANE ASAHI 』

one of the hardest things for him to do after you two broke things off

though your break-up was mutual, he couldn't really bear the thought of letting you go for real

he held so much love in your relationship, but in the end, the two of you grew apart as people and you couldn't handle trying to hold up something that wasn't moving anywhere

he himself didn't want the relationship to be one-sided and letting you go was the best option

it was a small brunch meeting where you wanted to say your goodbyes, the place you two had met, a cafe down the street of your old college

you sat quietly, sipping on a warm cup of coffee as you waited for your now ex-boyfriend. even though you wanted this break-up and this last goodbye, your nerves were shot through the roof. in truth, you never wanted you two to grow apart. asahi was the first man to help you understand the definition of love.

asahi was dreading the day to see you. it wasn't that he didn't want to see you, it was that he couldn't hold himself to meet you face to face. he knew that once he sees you again that he's going to want you back.

he approached the cafe and noticed you sitting outside at one of the tables. taking a deep breath, he approached the table. "y/n?" he asks.

"oh, hey azumane," you say. a sting in his chest rang after hearing his last name left your mouth.

"so, how are you?" he awkwardly smiled as he pulled his chair to sit.

"good...good..." you shied. "how are you?"

"i've been better, just stuck at work," he explained.

"hm, seems like normal," you chuckled softly. "so, i just wanted to give you something back...that's why i called you to meet."

"oh?" asahi's palms were sweating as you reached down for a large paper bag. wordlessly, you place it in front of him, anticipating his next words. he takes the bag, peeking inside to see his old sweater and some of his old shirts. he frowns slightly at the sight until he notices a small jewelry box. he picks up the small container, opening it to reveal the promise ring he gave you on your anniversary. "wait-"

"look i know you said to keep it but i can't without thinking about you," you say as you picked at your fingertips. "so you should keep it. you always told me-"

"so this is really it, huh?" asahi's voice was wary as he stared at the ring. "there's no second chance, no winning you back?"

a silence fell between you two as he picked the ring out of the box. your chest was aching at his words. as much as you wanted to take him back, you knew that it was for the better if you two were apart. asahi looked up from the piece of jewelry and noticed how glossy your eyes had gotten. "i'm sorry, i can't do this," you stood up to leave but asahi grabbed your wrist. "i wanted to tell you how much you meant to me and i wish you the best but- but- i can't. i'm sorry- i should go...thank you azumane..."

you broke out of his hold before jogging towards the nearest train station. and that was it, asahi was left alone with the promise ring still in his hands. tears rolled down his cheek as he gripped the ring. he held the sweater close, taking in your scent that lingered along the fabric.

『 TENDOU SATORI 』

he didn't mean to break your heart, truly he thought things would work out

the former middle blocker had believed long distance would work once he left to culinary school

before he could even leave, things between you two had gotten heated and you were frustrated, he was too but he said things that he wished he never said

"i'm sorry i'm chasing after my dream! unlike you! you're living the same life since high school!"

"you! you were my dream satori! you and i! having a family, growing old together! you! it was all you! god- i can't do this anymore!"

his apologies weren't doing any good to you, so for some closure, you went to see him before his flight

you gripped tightly on the ends of your sleeves as you walked around the airport looking for tendou. his flight wasn't for another hour but semi had told you that he was waiting by the gate early. searching for the flight to france on the list of gates, you heard a voice call you out.

"y/n?" tendou was shocked to even see you here. you turned around to face him. "w-what are you doing here?"

"i- i don't know," your voice was shaking. you cautiously approached him, leaving some space between you two. "i guess...i wanted to wish you the best..."

"y/n," he cooed. "your eyes are puffy...i'm sorry for what i said, i know i shouldn't have treated you like that."

"it's okay satori.." you breathed.

"do you think we can try long distance?" tendou was reaching for some kind of hope.

"i...i don't think so..." you knew that it wouldn't work with the time zones and work. you also knew that letting him go would let him succeed in his dream.

"mhm," tendou hummed. "y'know i still love you, right?"

"of course i know," you took a step closer. "i still love you too..."

tendou reaches out to you, pulling you into a hug. the comforting hug hurt, your heart was aching and tears began to dampen his jacket as he held you. "you'll do great things," tendou whispered. you could hear in his voice he was crying too.

you pulled away, looking at his now glassy eyes. "you too," you reached up, cupping his cheeks. as he held onto your waist, the intercom for his flight's check-in was now open. "oh...it's time..."

"i'm gonna miss you," tendou sniffled.

"me too..." you wiped your tears before tendou let go. you watched him begin to walk away, but something in you made you reach for his hands. "you didn't give me one last goodbye kiss."

tendou's eyes were welling up with tears once again as he let go of his luggage. he pulls you into his arms, connecting his lips with yours. you couldn't believe that this was the last time you'd be with him. you embraced his affection for those few moments before he slowly pulls away. he wipes away your tears before wordlessly letting go. who knew goodbyes would hurt this bad?

『 KOZUME KENMA 』

it was more of a right person, wrong time situation

you both loved each other as if you two were a married couple but it came to a point in your lives where it felt like you two were strangers

kenma knew you meant well when you brought up the idea of breaking up, he couldn't bear the thought of saying goodbye

you were his person, the one person he never wanted to let you go

today was the day you were finally moving away and you had to say your last farewell to him

you stood at the bottom of the stairs in front of his house waiting for kenma to come out to see you. he was dressed in sweats and his hair was messy once you saw him emerge from his front door. "hey," he says softly. his voice was raspy and you could tell he was crying.

"hi," you took a step forward, standing in front of him. "aw kenma, your hair." you tried to bring up his mood. you reached up, combing his hair with your fingers. he leaned into your touch, almost whining at the feeling.

"i'm sorry i didn't do better.." he said, pawing to hold you.

"it wasn't you," you reassured. "it just...wasn't our time yet."

"if it wasn't me, then why did you bring chub chubs," kenma pokes at the stuffed cat plush he gave you in your hands. you pull your hand away from his hair and petted the fluffy stuffed animal.

"because he deserves to be with his dad," you joked. though you were smiling, you could feel the pain sting as you reached out to give the toy to him.

kenma takes the soft cat into his hands and moves to cup it's cheeks. "your parent is divorcing me," he says to the stuffie. he squishes his cheeks before turning to you who was giggling at the sight. "fuck i'm gonna miss you."

he pulls you in with his right arm, holding you tightly. "i'm gonna miss you too." you wrapped your arms around him feeling the tears build up. "promise me you'll take care of yourself?" you mumbled into his chest.

"i promise as long as you do the same," kenma says.

"mhm," you hummed. kenma pulls away, still holding you in his arms, to admire you one last time. he dips down, planting a kiss on your forehead. "take care of chub chubs too, i slept with him every night when you didn't sleep over."

"come back for me too," kenma gives the plush a voice as he waves its little arms. you chuckled at him, looking up one last time at your now former partner. "i love you, i hope you know i always will."

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cacoetheswriting · 4 years ago

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fluff alphabet - spencer reid

A = Attractive (what do they find attractive about the other?)

It would be safe to say you’re strangerly attracted to his genius. Many people find it annoying, how he spits facts completely unwarranted, but not you. His vast knowledge of quite literally anything is what sparked your interest in the young doctor in the first place.

Spencer on the other hand is captivated by your smile. The kindness behind it; how truly genuine it always is. He especially likes when he is the reason that smile spreads across your face, from cheek to cheek, illuminating your perfect features.

B = Baby (do they want a family? why/why not?)

Definitely yes, and you know Spencer would make a great dad. He has a way with kids and it comes to him so naturally. Frankly you can’t wait for the day you get to tell him you’re expecting.

C = Cuddle (how do they cuddle?)

One arm wrapped securely around you, pulling you in as close to him as possible. Your head resting on his shoulder landing just below his chin. He smells your hair taking in the scent of your shampoo before placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

D = Dates (what are dates with them like?)

He likes to take you out to the movies where you share popcorn and a large soda. A lot of coffee dates where he enlightens you on books he read or reread and you fill him in on the latest pop culture gossip. Nothing too adventurous but never boring.

E = Everything (“you are my ____�� (e.g my life, my world…))

“You’re my home.” Spencer whispered, his hands cupping your face. You blinked a couple of times registering what he just said but before you got a chance to respond he continued. “When I’m with you, I feel so comfortable and at peace. I can truly be myself around you, no judgement or scrutiny.” He took a soft breath. “When I’m with you I feel at home and that doesn't make much sense to me but you’ve told me before that not everything has to make sense. Especially when it comes to love.”

F = Feelings (when did they know they were falling in love?)

One evening at a bar with your friends you repeated a fact to the group that Spencer had told you earlier in the week. It caught him off guard because no-one really listens to the rambles that come out of his mouth. Yet here you were, the biggest smile on your face as you reiterated: “chewing gum boosts concentration.”. You glanced at the young doctor from across the table. His eyes lit up as they locked with yours. That’s when he knew.

G = Gentle (are they gentle? If so, how?)

Spencer is one of the gentlest souls you have ever met. He has an incredibly pure and kind heart. He always puts you first and would never dare to do anything that could hurt you. Your happiness is his priority and even though he’s not the most physical person he always does everything in his power to make you see how loved you are.

H = Hand/Hold (how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?)

For many reasons he isn't the biggest fan of public displays of affection. But when he does hold your hand, he traces down your fingers gently with his own before intertwining them. He’d then lift your hand to his lips and place a soft kiss on your knuckle.

I = Impression (first impression/s)

At first Spencer found you quite hard to read. He’s usually not good at social cues or interactions therefore it took him longer than the rest of the team to really get to know you.

You on the other hand were instantly mesmerised by the young doctor. The wealth of knowledge he possessed was captivating and in a way inspiring.

J = Joker (are they into pulling pranks?)

Definitely; Spencer loves a good practical joke. He also has quite a good sense of humour. Not everyone always understands his jokes but they never fail to make you giggle.

K = Kisses (how do they kiss?)

When Spencer kisses you he does so with all his might. Unlike his usual gentle demeanour, when he kisses you it’s always with immense passion. He cups your face with his hands and pulls you in as close as humanly possible.

L = Love (who says I love you first?)

You do - however completely by accident. “Did you know nutmeg can be fatally poisonous?” Spencer asked as the barista handed you a brown paper bag with a pumpkin dessert bar inside. “A little dash of nutmeg in a pumpkin pie or on your eggnog gives it extra flavour Spencer.” You noted flashing him a smile. “Too much nutmeg, however, can be toxic. Two to three teaspoons of raw nutmeg can induce hallucinations, convulsions, pain, nausea, and paranoia that can last for several days.” He stated. You couldn't help but laugh. “I love you Spencer but I’m not going to die because of a sweet indulgence.” It took you a second to register what you just said. Your free hand travelled to your mouth covering it with a soft gasp. “Shit Spencer, I didn-” “You love me?” He interrupted. All you could do was nod in response.

M = Memory (their favourite moment together)

After a particularly hard case Spencer drives you home, like he has done so many times before. He walks you to the door of your apartment and waits until you are safely inside. He places a soft kiss on your forehead and says goodnight - which is when you ask him to come inside, stay the night. Rather than going to sleep however you stay up baking what turned out to be the worst brownies either of you have ever tasted.

N = Nickel (do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)

Spencer is not an overly material person. He prefers to shower you with words of affirmation and subtle compliments. Although when he does give you a gift it is always extremely thoughtful and definitely something that means a lot to the two of you.

O = Orange (what colour reminds them of their other half?)

If he had to associate a colour with you it would be yellow. Yellow - the colour of optimism. The colour of sunshine and enthusiasm. It stimulates the left side of the brain, helping with clear thinking and quick decision making.

P = Pet names (what pet names do they use?)

He shortened your name. It was unintentional when it first happened but you liked the way it sounded so it stuck. You on the other hand, if you’re not using his first name, usually call him ‘honey’ or ‘sugar’ which he used to hate. If you’re feeling giddy you’ll call him by the original nickname you came up before you were dating: ‘suspence’.

Q = Questions (what are the questions they’re always asking?)

“Are you okay?” - you are his priority therefore he likes to make sure nothing is ever wrong. “Do you need anything?” “How are you feeling?”

R = Rainy Day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)

When the weather outside is far from ideal and the two of you are not out working a case, Spencer likes to curl up on the couch with you. He’ll put on an old back and white movie as you provide the drinks.

S = Sad (how do they cheer themselves/each other up)

If he’s feeling sad you find yourself reaching for a random book on his shelf and reading the first few chapters aloud. His head rests in your lap, eyes closed, as he listens to the sweet sound of your voice.

If you’re feeling down, Spencer will draw you a bath. He’ll light a couple of candles and dot them around the bathroom. He’ll play relaxing music through the speaker of his phone as the two of you enjoy the warm water together.

T = Talking (what do they love to talk about?)

The short answer, everything. You never run out of topics to discuss and the conversation flow is always pleasantly smooth.

U = Unencumbered (what helps them relax?)

Quite simply you. No-one knows Spencer the way you do and even though the two of you haven't been together for very long you know exactly what to say or do to calm him down.

V = Vaunt (what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Spencer is modest which is one of the things you admire about him. The one thing he truly shows off is his knowledge of pretty much everything - even if he does it unintentionally.

W = Wedding (when, how, where do they propose?)

“Almost fifty percent of all marriages in the United States end in divorce or separation.” Spencer said turning off the documentary you just finished watching. “Researchers estimate that forty-one percent of all first marriages end in divorce.” He continued. “Well, lets hope when we get married we’ll be in the lucky fifty-nine percent that lasts.” You teased, a small smile circling your lips.

X = Xylophone (what’s their song?)

Let’s Groove by Earth, Wind & Fire. The song was queued by Penelope at one of Rossi’s famous get togethers - before you and Spencer were dating. She swayed and twirled, soon joined by Morgan, as the rest of the group watched and laughed. You glanced at the young doctor and before he got a chance to protest you dragged him into the middle of the room to dance.

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You’re the Holmes to my Watson.” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why am I not Watson?” “Because you’re not that kind of doctor.” You nudged Spencer playfully. He couldn't help but laugh under his breath. “That is a terrible analogy.” “Terrible or not, it’s true.”

Z = Zebra (if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

He wouldn't want a pet for now. The job is too demanding, he’s away for long periods of time and there'd be no-one to take care of it. Perhaps in the future, when you’re married and have kids. Perhaps.

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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The Boy Next Door

Eddie Diaz x Reader

Warnings: mentions of divorce, step-parents, a little bit of arguing, alcohol and consumption of, like one swear word, mentions of sickness

Category: fluff

Word Count: 2.3K

Author’s Note: ahhh okay hi! this is my first 911 fic, idk it’s mostly self indulgent because I can’t get this idea out of my head, so here we are :) also for the purpose of this, Eddie never got married nor did he have Christopher

Italics are flashbacks

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To say you were average was the understatement of your life, you weren't special nor were you awkward or shy, you were just average. You had always been the average person, in an average neighbourhood with an average life.

But the boy next door, there was nothing average about him.

The first time you met the boy next door was when you were 14, you had just moved into the neighbourhood with your father and his new wife. There was still lots to be done, the air conditioning was broken and your father seemed to misplace his toolkit during the move. He left you in the smouldering heat and ventured off to find a toolkit. Not only did he return with a toolkit but visitors as well.

“y/n!” your father shouted from the bottom on the staircase, “what?!” you shouted back. “Come down here!” you groaned as he called for you again, what could he possibly want now?

Your father stood there with a man and a boy who you could only assume was his son. “Y/n, this is Ramon and his son, Eddie. They live next door and Ramon was kind enough to loan his tools and help me out.” you smiled at them from the top of the stairs.

“Come down and get Eddie something to drink” your father said, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes and made your way down the stairs.

“Would you like some lemonade ?” you asked, walking past him to the kitchen, he followed you. “Please” he leaned against the wall watching you move around the kitchen.

“So, I hear you have a step mom?” he asks, you could feel his eyes burning into your back as you got the lemonade from the fridge. “Unfortunately” you mumble and pour some of the liquid into a glass, Eddie made his way over to the counter, he leaned up against it.

“Do you know how to stand straight ?” you glance at him up and down, he laughs and shakes his head.

“Why is it unfortunate that you have a stepmother ?” taking a sip of the lemonade, his eyes fixed on you. “Have you ever seen Cinderella ?” you asked, hopping up on the counter and picking up the other glass, Eddie nods.

“Imagine living with Cinderella’s stepmother but times 100″ you groan, Eddie had a smile on his face.

“You’re joking”

“Wish I was”

“Well that sucks” he gave you an apologetic look

“Big time” your eyes are on your legs which were swinging back and forth. Eddie grabs your leg suddenly, “what the hell!” you jump, he laughs again.

God he has such a cute laugh, wait what ? Stop he’s your neighbour, you barely know him.

“How’d you get that?” his thumb rubs over a scar on your leg by your ankle. “Bike accident when I was younger. It just didn’t heal right and left a scar, also because there was a giant gash there for a few weeks” you shrug. The two of you were in the kitchen for a few minutes, Eddie’s hand was still wrapped around your leg, neither of you saying a word to each other.

“Eddie! Time to go!” Ramon shouted for Eddie, he let go of your leg. “See you around ?” he asked, you nodded, “yeah, see ya” Eddie smiled at you and you smiled back.

You rarely saw Eddie after that day, he had been helping his father at his shop all summer so you never got a chance to hang out. When school started, you had a few classes with him, he occasionally asked for the answers to the homework after his practices ran long, which you gave to him.

Somewhere deep down, you had a soft spot for the boy next door.

Your friendship, if you could even call it that, was built solely on the fact that he lives next door and went to the same classes, if it weren't for that, you’d never speak to him. He wasn't a popular kid per se but he had a solid friend group and played sports, so in his own way, he was a popular kid. You were the kid that had your head down, did what you were told to do and left.

High school flew by and you were glad. The whole “your high school years are the best years of your life” was bullshit, if anything, you ended up coming out more confused than you went in.

The second time you spent time with Eddie was at your graduation party. The graduating class had arranged a grad party for yourselves in the neighbourhood. It consisted of loud drunk teenagers and their tipsy parents. By midnight, the street began clearing out, you hung back simply because you didn’t want to go home and deal with your stepmother and your father.

Sitting on the curb at the end of the street, you could see the entire street. There were still a few kids, a group of boys playing football terribly, a couple making out in the corner and some girls posing for pictures by some car.

Eddie’s shouting broke your thoughts, “Papi I'm going!” It sounded like something had shattered, perhaps a bottle. You got up and slowly made your way over. “You want to throw away your life? Stay here, get a job Eddie, I won’t allow you to do this!” his father shouted back at him. Eddie began walking away from his father, Ramon grabbed his hand. “Do not walk away from me!” he shouted again.

“You made up your mind and so did I. I'm going.” Eddie said sternly and walked away. He walked past you on his way to wherever he was going. He didn’t stop, he didn't talk, he just pushed past you and left.

Eddie left home a few weeks later. You kept up with his parents, stopping by for dinner every once in a while. His father didn’t talk much about him, just that he was good and that’s all. Once his father left, his mother told you about what actually was going on, how Eddie felt as if he had found a purpose there. She shows you letters that he had sent and a picture he had sent her in his uniform.

“Doesn't he look handsome ?” she smiled, showing you the picture of Eddie. “Yeah, very handsome, Mrs. Diaz” you smiled back.

“Do you know when he’s coming back?”

The smile dropped from her face. “He- uh, reenlisted” she mumbled. “Ramon doesn't know”

You nodded, “I won’t tell”

“Who’s not telling what?” his father came back in for a moment, you smiled at him while Mrs. Diaz turned her attention to the sink. “Oh just that Mrs. Diaz is helping me with dinner for my grandparents tomorrow” you pick up the bowls on the counter, “Thank you for dinner, I'll see you guys around ?”

“of course, thank you for coming over. it’s nice to have you around” his mother gave you a hug.

You spent a lot of afternoons with his mom, just helping her out around the house. It wasn't until 4 years after that night that you saw him again. A few bruises and bumps, a couple scars and broken bones you were sure of, but he was back in one piece. In true Diaz fashion, his parents insisted on throwing a party for him. It was supposed to be a small party, just a few neighbours and family. By the time Mrs. Diaz was done inviting people, there was triple the amount of people coming.

You headed over with your father, he had gotten sick recently and required a bit more help now. Truthfully by 25, you had planned to be living on your own but with your father getting sick and your step mother bailing, you stuck around. Once you got him situated, you found Mrs. Diaz in the kitchen.

“Hey” you smiled at her, taking the bowl from her hands. “Hi mi amor, how are you ?” She smiled at you, you rested the bowl on the table across from the two of you, “I’m okay for now.”

Eddie’s laughter filled your ears, that was a sound you didn't hear often but one you loved nonetheless “It’s good to have him home” his mother smiled, watching her son from the window. Mrs. Diaz gets pulled off by someone leaving you alone in the kitchen, turning to the fridge, you look through for a beer. “hey, pass me one too” his voice called as he watched through the backdoor. You pulled two out and handed on to him.

“Thanks” Eddie leaned against the counter, you couldn't help but chuckle. “What?” taking a sip of the beer, his eyes meet yours. “Nothing, just noticing your habit of leaning on things” you stood across from him.

“Sorry, but do I know you from somewhere ? You seem so familiar” his brows furrowed, tongue running across his lip. “I’m y/n, we’re neighbours” you told him, his eyes flickered up and down you, your name leaving his lips.

God, your name never sounded so good.

“Y/n...” his eyes ran over your body once more, his eyes locking on your foot. “Ankle Scar” he smiled, you nodded as your lips curled into a smile. “God, I'm so sorry I didn’t rememb-” “don’t worry ‘bout it, I'm not really anyone worth remembering”

Eddie’s smile dropped, a pout visibly on his face. “Don’t say that, I'm sure you are.”

“Is that why you didn't remember me ?” you teased

“We went to high school together” he took another sip, you nodded in agreement. “We’ve also lived next door to each other since we were 14” you smiled at him. Again, the smile vanished from his face, “okay, now I really feel like shit. God, I'm sorry” “It’s cool really” you gave a smile once more.

“Don’t you have a party to get back too ?”

“Eh, not to fussy about parties to tell you the truth. I might take a walk around the block, care to join me ?”

“Actually, yeah, I’d like that”

Eddie opened the front door for you, letting you step out first. The two of you headed through the front to avoid everyone in the back, you walked down the street together, the dull streetlights lit the sidewalks, beer in your hand.

“What have you been up to?” Eddie asked you, “Well, I'm a nurse but only part time. My dad needs me around.. now that he’s sick”

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, your dad’s a cool guy”

Scoffing, you take a sip of your beer, “yeah, you’re the only one that’s ever thought that” your statement making Eddie chuckled. “If you don't mind me asking, what happened to the wicked step mother of the west?” he looked over at you as he walked along the curb of the sidewalk, his arms out to balance himself.

“She bailed when he found out he was sick.”

Eddie stopped walking, “seriously ? that’s a bitch move” “yeah, tell me about it”

Taking a seat on the curb, Eddie sat down too. The street was quiet for the most part, the only noise coming from down the street at Diaz’s place. Your fingers tapped against the beer bottle in your hand, aimlessly trying to keep up with the beat of the music. Eddie’s hand on your ankle startled you, causing you to drop the bottle. “Seriously ?! Again?” you shout, Eddie put his finger over your lips. “Shh! you’ll wake up the neighbours” he muttered, you rolled your eyes at his statement. “Tell me nurse y/n, how does one not ‘heal right’” he laughed, his thumb rubbing against the scar and causing you to roll your eyes again. “surely you can tell me that, Sergeant Diaz”

Eddie looked shocked, “how did-” “your mom, she never stopped talking about her son, the army sergeant medic” you teased, he shook his head, laughing. “I know you’ve only been back for a few weeks, but what’s next ? Are you going to stay ?”

“If I have a reason too, I will but I- I don't know what’s next” Eddie sighed.

“Perhaps a change in scenery ?” you asked, he looked over at you with a questionable expression on his face. “I'm moving, to California in a few months” you told him.

“Oh? What for?”

“A change in scenery” you laughed and he smiled at you.

“I haven't thought about moving, maybe it would be nice. A break away from here, not that I don't love it here, I love my parents too but-” he stopped talking, he realized the more he went on, the deeper a hole he dug.

“You know, I hear the LAFD is always looking for recruits. I’m sure they wouldn't mind having an army medic on the team” you glance over at him, there’s a pause in the conversation.

Eddie looks over at you, “that’s not a bad idea” his arm wraps around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, your arm his rested on top of his knee,

“What do you say to a road trip and a roommate ?” he looks down at you.

You look up at him, “I think I'd like that”

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nooneelsecomesclose17 · 4 years ago

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Am I a fool to think that there's a little hope - Part 4

This fic is growing yet I feel like I'm only writing a tiny bit at a time. Anyway I'm playing fast and loose with prison visiting here because Victoria has feelings and her brother needs to hear what an idiot he's been...Aaron's had his turn.

Robert's surprised but also he's not when the guard tells him he has a visitor the following afternoon. The rule is one visit a fortnight and he's got two in two days. He knows it's Vic even before he goes into the visiting room. He dreads to think what she's done to wangle another visit and decides he's probably better off not knowing.

Since Aaron left the day before he's done nothing but worry about what he'd said, about Liv, about the business and cursing himself for thinking Aaron would be better off. It sounded like it was anything but. He'd wanted to ask, wanted to know everything but Aaron couldn't get out of there fast enough.

He'd barely had chance to think about his case, if there was one, too focussed on Aaron, and he knew Victoria would be wanting answers, answers he just didn't have. He needed to talk to his solicitor. He'd asked for her to be contacted but nothing moved that fast in here, it'd take time for her to visit he knew that.

"Robert!" He smiles as she hugs him, gently pushing her away when one of the guards glares at him.

"Hi Vic. Are you alright? Aaron said you weren't up to much."

"Oh no, I'm fine now. Speaking of Aaron, what did you say to him, he was in a foul mood all night long."

"Never mind that." He can't stop smiling, her mood is infectious like that and he realises just how much he's missed her. "Just how did you manage to get another visit?"

"Oh...well I tried explaining that I'd been ill and when that didn't work I got on to your solicitor and...well she might've implied that it was a family emergency."

"Vic! You can’t do things like that."

"You would." He opens his mouth, then shuts it because she's not exactly wrong. "Anyway, it is. You could get out Rob! That's massive."

"Hold on, Aaron said it was a tiny chance, and besides, are you alright? Must've been a shock, Luke coming out like that and all this." He's stalling, he knows she wants him to jump for joy but he just doesn't have it in him.

"Oh I'm fine, I'm better off. You need to talk to your solicitor, and then we can get started on an appeal."

"Vic, slow down. I pleaded guilty, I took responsibility. Are you sure anyone's going to care?"

"I will, your nephew will." She paused. "Seb will."

"Don't." There wasn't a day went by without him thinking of his little boy, wondering what he'd be doing, if he was still cheeky, if he even knew who he was anymore. In his darker moments he imagined him calling Ross 'Daddy' and the three of them being the perfect happy family. "How is he?"

"I don't know. Rebecca's pretty much cut us all off. Diane managed to get to see him a few months back but she's heard nothing since. You know she stopped Aaron seeing him, not long after Christmas last year, right after the divorce papers arrived." He stares at her, wished she'd say it was a joke. He knew they hadn't had any kind of formal agreement but he'd never expected Rebecca to do that. She knew how much Seb loved Aaron. He was beginning to realise just how much he'd messed up, and Aaron had every reason to be mad at him.

"I've made such a mess. Is he...he said the business isn't good and Liv's in a mess." He reaches for her hand. "How is he really Vic?"

"Things are...difficult right now. We've not really been close the last few months, he had issues with Luke and Wendy and everything, and now I realise how much of an idiot I've been."

"It's not your fault, Vic."

"He's lonely. Even with..." She trails off and he knows she was going to mention a bloke, he's not stupid. He'd wanted this after all, he just hadn't realised just how much it would hurt.

"He's with someone?"

"Sort of, I think. Ben. He's alright, and they're...I don't think it's anything official, they're just hanging out, and Ben's helping with Liv. You can't be mad about it Rob."

"No I know. Hurts all the same."

"You might be my big brother but you're a proper idiot. Cutting him off like that, and me! What were you thinking?"

"I've been through all this with him, don't you start."

"I will start. You'll say it was for the best and that, but it wasn't. Not for me, and definitely not for Aaron. Neither of us care that it'd be a pain making the journey down here, or that it's for years. We love you, but you won't let us!"

He shakes his head, he knows she's right. He knows why, it's always been the same. Ever since he was sent away all those years ago, he just never feels as though people will stay with him, that they'll get fed up, that he's not worth it. So he gets in first, pushes them away, cheats, anything rather than be hurt.

"Vic, stop, please."

"No. You're my brother and I lost you before. Andy's gone, you're stuck here and it's just been me. I needed you, even if it was just a phone call or a letter. You've been all alone because you're stubborn."

"It was for the best. All of you should just get on with your lives and forget about me."

"Well tough, it doesn't work like that! You know, Aaron wasn't going to come with me, even though I asked, but he did because he wanted to see you despite everything. Left Ben to do it, what does that tell you?"

"That he's a good mate."

"No, that he misses you. First mention of you and he goes all Aaron, storming off and hiding away. He still loves you, you idiot." He shakes his head, doesn't want to believe it. He's managed to push all those thoughts aside and he doesn't want them coming back up again and torturing him.

"Didn't feel like that yesterday."

"Of course it doesn't. He thinks you don't want him. Honestly the two of you drive me mad. Look, say you do get out of here, wouldn't you want him back?"

"Of course I would, but he's with this Ben now."

"Pfft." He laughs a little and her face. "He'd take you back the second you walked in the village and you know it."

"Maybe once."

"You're so infuriating."

"So are you. I don't want to talk about Aaron anymore. Tell me what's been going on in the village." He let her chatter wash over him, too much going on in his head to even start to sort out. If he was lucky enough to get out, would he want to go back to the village where most of the residents didn't like him. He wasn't stupid he knew they tolerated him for Aaron. No doubt the Dingles hated his guts, and then there was Wendy. Maybe it'd be better all round if he just started afresh, or stayed where he was. He just didn't know what to do for the best. He needed time.

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Aaron throws his keys on the table, glad the house is quiet. He's exhausted. Vic had tried talking about Robert all the way home, so much so he'd contemplated getting the train home. Trying to tell him he still loved him, knew he'd been an idiot. He didn't care, no that was a lie, of course he did, but he was afraid to believe it. Besides what good would it do unless Robert changed his mind and let him back in.

He should call Ben, try and explain, try and make it up to him, except he really wasn't sure he wanted to anymore.

He's half asleep when his phone rings and he doesn't recognise the number.

"Hello?"

"Hi." The gasp sounds loud in the quiet room, the voice so familiar and so unexpected. "So, you married an idiot."

He can't help it, he starts laughing, hears Robert joining in and that's all there is for a good few minutes.

"I missed you." He doesn't say anything. "I know it's my fault, all of it and it shouldn't have taken my little sister pecking my head about it all afternoon, but...I'm sorry."

"I know. I missed you too." He feels the tension leave him, Robert always managed to do that.

"If I'm...Vic said, about Ben. If I'm...if you want me to go that's fine, I will, I just...I...wanted you to know."

"Yeah. Ben's...he's a mate." Not strictly true, but deep down he'd known it'd never be more than that, no matter how hard he tried. "I'm still mad at you."

"Yeah. Kinda mad at myself too. Listen, Vic said...about Rebecca stopping Seb visiting. I'm so sorry Aaron, I never thought she'd do that."

"Yeah well, I think she was just waiting for the chance. You know she never really liked me all that much." It hadn't mattered when Robert was there, he'd put up with it because as long as Seb was happy he didn't care.

"Still...if things go the right way, that's the first thing I'm changing."

"You're going to appeal then?"

"You have met Vic, right? As if she'd let me do anything else." He sighs and Aaron can hear a commotion in the background. "I've nothing to lose have I? If I lose I'm still in here the same amount of time. If I win then I get my life back, at least some of it."

"All of it." Robert pauses, and Aaron knows he's thinking he's misheard.

"Yeah?" His voice sounds just like it had so many times, when he couldn't quite believe what was happening.

"Yeah. I'm still mad as hell at you and we will be talking about you making stupid decisions all by yourself, but yeah...throughout our lives together, remember?"

"And if it takes a while? Or...if it doesn't work?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

They talk a bit longer, about nothing at all, just chatting like they used to and he realises just how much he's missed it. When they finally have to hang up he's smiling. He knew there was one more thing he had to do.

"Ben? It's me. Can you come over? We need to talk."

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It'd taken months, of legal wrangling, of trying to find Luke, months of visits to the Isle of Wight, of expecting every time to be turned away because Robert had changed his mind, but now it was the last time.

"Quit your pacing, you're making me dizzy."

"I can't help it. What if..."

"What if nothing. You heard the judge. He's free. He'd be here now if he'd been in court." He nodded, he knew that, but the restrictions still meant video appearances, so here they were waiting for all the paperwork to be finished before they could see Robert.

Vic had wanted to come with him, only Harry having a raging temperature had stopped her, so he'd asked Cain, the only member of his family who hadn't tried to talk him out of it all.

"Daddy coming?" He turned to see Seb poking his head out of the car window. Robert had somehow managed to convince Rebecca to restart their visits and he and Seb had been slowly getting to know each other again.

"Soon mate, promise."

"I'm hungry."

"I know. We'll get something as soon as he's here." Satisfied the little boy goes back to the game on Aaron's phone. "Do you think...is it wrong that I don't want to go back?"

"To Emmerdale? Why."

"You've seen what it's like. Mum, Paddy, everyone telling me what they think, how bad he is for me."

"Do you care what they think? You know the truth, they'll come round. If they don't, you've got your family Aaron. Your Mum's the one who'll lose out."

"I know. I just wish she'd try."

"Yeah well, she's stubborn. Just like him." Aaron follows his gaze, sees Robert standing outside the entrance to the prison, looking around, as if he can't quite believe he's out. "Go on then, go get your husband back."

He doesn't need telling twice, runs across the road, probably startling Robert as he throws his arms around him.

Everything would be alright now. He had Robert back.

#robron fic #i just decided that aaron would despatch liv somewhere #basically i didn't want to get into it #i hope this finishes it off satisfactorily #and seb's back where he should be #all is right with the world

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mrs-hatake · 4 years ago

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The Chronicles of World Famous Detective Hatake Kakashi | Part 1

Pairing: Kakashi x female!reader

Warning: murder, jealousy, alcoholism, womanizing, lowkey toxic relationship.

Word count: 10.6k

A/N: finally! the kakashi fic is here! this is based on the anime series detective conan and it took me like a month to write so i hope you guys will love it! also, a sequel is in the works!

proof reading credit goes to @runeterrankhaleesi

The drive to the beach was...an odd experience. Kakashi thought to himself.

His eldest daughter, Aiko, had been silently bouncing and smiling in her seat throughout the whole ride. It probably had something to do with the person she promised to meet. Kakashi internally groaned at his daughter crushing on some loser but, no matter, he’d just scare him off.

While his youngest son, Sakumo, kept staring at his sister in suspicion. Sakumo was a very observant seven year-old who always managed to find trouble wherever he went. Kakashi briefly wondered if his son would end up being a detective like himself or sign his ass up for the C.I.A. He hoped it was the latter.

As Aiko checked them into the fancy looking hotel with lavish furnishing, Kakashi allowed his eyes to wander the occupants of the hotel. He could feel a tug on the corner of his lips at the sight of beautiful women dressed in cute sundresses and tiny little bathing suits. Perhaps going on a mini vacation during the drought wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Here you go, dad.” Aiko handed him the electronic keycard and Kakashi had to frown.

“Why did you book two different rooms?” He questioned as he scratched the back of his head “Wouldn’t it just be cheaper if you had rented a suite?”

“We wouldn’t want to interfere later on.” His daughter replied with a “not-so-innocent” grin and before Sakumo could call her out on her suspicious behavior, Aiko smacked her hand on his mouth and whispered something into his ear which managed to shut him up. Whatever. This separate room thing wasn’t such a bad idea if he planned on courting some of the cute women he had seen earlier.

“Anyways,” Aiko giggled, “Let’s just hurry up, get changed and go to the beach!”

Kakashi was in heaven.

The women scattered across the beach were simply immaculate. Each of them, different in their own ways. From tall and athletic to short and petite, with the darkest shade of skin to the lightest. This beach had it all and Kakashi couldn’t help but marvel at every single one of them that came within direct vicinity of his eyesight.

“Tada! What do you think dad, I bought this yesterday. Isn’t it cute?” Aiko asked as she showed off her pale pink bathing suit with yellow daisies on it.

“Shhh!” Kakashi hurridy shushed the girl as his sunglasses slid further down his nose “Don’t let the babes know I’m your dad!”

That earned him a glare from Aiko, “And why not?” she crossed her arms across her chest. “It might be a huge turn off!” wailed Kakashi as Aiko continued to glare at him.

“I saw on t.v that women liked dads.” Sakumo silently muttered and Kakashi muttered a cuss word under his breath at his pesky son knowing such information. Of course some women were attracted to men who were fathers-that’s what they’d all say until it was time for them to actually meet his children, but the second he brings it up, they’d all disappear.

“And why do you care what women think?” Aiko raised an eyebrow at her father, as if to challenge him for an answer that didn’t offend her and her fellow women, and to test what kind of man her father truly was.

Before Kakashi could answer though, movement from his peripheral vision caught his attention and he quickly averted his gaze to his left.

A woman dressed in the world’s tiniest pale blue bikini stood hunched over, giving Kakashi a perfect view of her thick ass.

“Fuck me.” Kakashi breathed silently at the mouth watering display.

As if hearing what he had said, the woman stood up straighter and Kakashi instantly froze but couldn’t tear his gaze away from her gorgeous back. Slowly, the woman turned around to face him and Kakashi emitted the shrillest voice in his life “Aaahh!” and nearly toppled over his beach chair.

“Y-Y/N…” His left eye twitched in fear “W-Why are you here?”

“You too?” The woman with long wavy brown locks gasped in surprise “Why?”

“Oh my god, what a surprise!” Interrupted a high pitch voice and the two adults turned to face Aiko who looked as if she had met her two favorite celebrities. While Sakumo stood unimpressed beside her. “Who would’ve thought that the both of you would go to the same beach?”

Y/N sighed in disappointment while Kakashi rubbed the spot between his eyes “Please don’t tell me you did what I think you did, Aiko.”

“We fell for it.” Y/N crossed her arms, looking extremely bothered by the course of events.

But their words fell on deaf ears as Aiko clasped both of her hands and continued to ogle at the two adults.

“Two rooms.” Sakumo simply stated and Aiko’s happiness was shattered and a look of fear took over.

“So that’s why you booked two rooms.” Kakashi muttered in annoyed disbelief. Later, once everyone had changed into their regular clothes, the group were found seated at the hotel’s cafe with a cigarette stuck between Kakashi’s lips as he watched the people pass by.

“I said I’m sorry!” whined Aiko, “Can’t you two get over it.”

Y/N continued to sip her green tea, unbothered by Aiko’s apology. She placed her cup on the table to take a bite from her chocolate tart.

“It would’ve been cute if you had done this when you were ten but you’re seventeen, you’re an adult.” Reprimanded Y/N but she didn’t sound angry, just bored.

Aiko had a guilty expression but quickly managed to switch it to a happier one, “Well, let’s just enjoy ourselves at the beach. The weather’s gorgeous!”

“Well, I was enjoying my time.” Kakashi pulled the cancer stick from between his lips to blow out a grey cloud of smoke “Until an old hag showed up wearing some teen’s bathing suit.” He smirked.

With a raised eyebrow, Y/N rebutted, “Well, at least I’m not a dirty old pervert who shamelessly flirts with any woman who blinked at him.”

Kakashi scowled before shoving the cigarette back into his mouth. Sakumo just continued to eat his blueberry muffin, seemingly unbothered by the whole ordeal.

“Mom, don’t say that.” Aiko laughed awkwardly as she tried to defuse the tension.

But Kakashi slamming his hands on the table startled her “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Dad, wait!” Aiko called out for him but it was of no use. Awkwardly, she turned to face her mother “He’s probably being shy since you haven’t seen each other in such a long time.” She ended her statement with a choppy laugh.

“Maybe.” Y/N took a sip from her green tea “I just see him as some perverted old man who can’t own up to his own mistakes.” She then picked up her fork to take another piece of her chocolate tart and that’s when Aiko finally noticed something.

“Why aren’t you wearing your wedding ring?” She asked with a sad tone of voice. Sakumo said nothing but his eyes betrayed him. He was just as curious as his older sister.

Y/N looked down at her hand in disinterest, as if she was staring at a fly going on about its daily life. “Hmm? I took it off.” She replied. A lazy smile tugged on her lips as she explained “I wanted to see if he noticed or not.”

“So you still love him!” Aiko shouted in glee, unbothered by the annoyed glares sent her way by the other patrons of the cafe.

Y/N gently shook her head as she brought her hand closer to her face “Yes...and no.”

“Huh?”

“I told myself if he had noticed then I would’ve believed that there was hope for us. And if he didn’t then…” Y/N didn’t finish her sentence but it was clear what she wanted to say.

Which is why Aiko looked so upset as she yelled “Mom! You can’t be serious!”

Y/N simply shrugged at her daughter’s outburst “We’ve been together for the past hour now and he still hasn’t noticed.” She muttered.

“Maybe he did!” Aiko quickly defended her father, desperately holding onto the thin thread which held her family together.

“See, that’s the thing.” Y/N rested her hands on her lap as she turned to face her daughter “I’m tired of living life of what-ifs. I’m halfway through forty and it’s about time I wrap up this whole separation thing properly, with a divorce.” It was a harsh thing to say to her seventeen year old daughter but Y/N was exhausted. “Maybe even find myself a better man.”

“Mom!”

Y/N paid her daughter no mind and averted her gaze to her youngest child “Don’t you dare end up like your father, Sakumo.”

The silver haired year old wasn’t sure what his mother was saying but he nodded his head nonetheless. He didn’t know what kind of man his father was but he knew he didn’t want to be someone who was loud and noisy and would only wake up at noon. He would miss his Sunday morning cartoons if he did that.

Y/N’s phone brightened at the arrival of a new message, making Aiko comment on the time “Dad’s been gone for a while now. I wonder if he’s okay.”

Y/N shrugged, “Probably fell into the arms of some woman who laughed at his stupid jokes at the beach.”

Aiko scowled at her mother, “Why do you think so lowly of dad?”

Suddenly, a loud burst of laughter startled them. The trio turned their gaze to the entrance of the cafe and, lo and behold, Kakashi stood with two starstruck young women who appeared to be just a few years older than Aiko.

Y/N gave her daughter a look, as if to say “see”.

“I can’t believe the world famous detective Hatake Kakashi is staying at the same hotel as us!” One of the young women, with short blonde hair, gushed.

“Right? All the girls in class are gonna be so jealous!!” The other taller girl agreed, her iPhone clutched tightly between her fingers.

“We’re so lucky!” Giggled the blonde which caused Kakashi to laugh in glee at the way the women openly praised and admired him.

“I’m the lucky one to have such beautiful fans like yourselves.” He added a wink to his statement which had the girls squeal in delight at such a caringly display of fanservice.

Irritated by her husband’s adolescent behavior, Y/N shoved her chair back and stood up “Just as I thought.”

“No, wait, mom!” Aiko rushed to grab her mother’s arm to prevent her from leaving. “He probably ran into his fans on his way back! He’s just being nice.”

Gently, Y/N pulled back her arm and placed her hand on her hip, “Then how do you explain all that sand on his legs?”

Shocked, Aiko turned to face her dad and emitted a sound of disappointment.

“He supposedly washed up when we got back from the beach but his legs are covered in sand.” Y/N wondered aloud “I bet you he spotted one of those young women lying on the sand and he offered to rub sunblock on their backs. Though, I wonder if he brought them back here to show them off and make me jealous?” She snorted.

And for once, Aiko was at a loss for words. So, instead, she got up from her chair and marched up all the way to her father and harshly pinch his ear.

“Ow!” He yelled as he desperately tried to free himself from his daughter’s clutches “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“What are you doing?” Aiko asked instead as she finally let go.

Rubbing his ear to sooth the pain, Kakashi answered, “These two lovely women are part of my fanclub!” He gestured to his right before facing them “Let me introduce you to my family.” He said with a charming smile.

Aiko glared at the trio’s backs as they made their way to their table. Her plan of reuniting her parents and being a family was ruined thanks to these two women and her dad’s insanely high libido. She silently followed after them.

“Let me introduce you to the ladies first.” Kakashi had this lovesick expression and Aiko wanted to wipe it off of his face “The one with the blonde hair is Yumiko and the taller one is Fuyumi.”

Fuyumi offered a small wave while Yumiko grinned at them. She then noticed Sakumo munching away at his muffin, disinterested at the situation at hand, and pinched his cheek, “What a cute little boy!”

Sakumo just pulled away from the college student and rubbed his throbbing cheek. Aiko sniggered. There’s one thing that her brother hated the most in his life and that was being touched without his consent.

“Is he your son?” The blonde asked. To which Kakashi proudly nodded.

“He sure is. He takes after his handsome father!” He laughed loudly.

Aiko scoffed on her mother’s behalf “I’m his daughter, Aiko.” She introduced, hoping her mean demeanor would ward off the two women.

“It’s nice to meet you, Aiko.” Yumiko offered a friendly smile.

“And what about her?” Fuyumi asked in polite curiosity.

Kakashi briefly glanced to where Y/N was sitting and lazily gestured at her, “That’s Y/N. My-”

“His ex-wife.”

Yumiko looked surprised as she asked “You got divorced?!”

Before Y/N could respond, Aiko held her hands up and hurriedly explained “It was a joke!”

Kakashi pulled a cigarette stick from his packet and stuck it between his lips “Well, she’s not really joking. We’re halfway there.”

Out of nowhere, a hand was tightly clasped onto Kakashi’s shoulder “Oi, pervert!” A voice growled from behind “How dare you flirt with my fiance?”

Had Kakashi been younger and his previous self, the man would’ve received a suckerpunch to the jaw. Instead, Kakashi simply freed his shoulder and stepped a few ways to the side, “First of all, I wasn’t flirting with Fuyumi, it was Yumiko.” He huffed a ringlette of grey smoke “Second, I’m the famous detective Hatake Kakashi.” Instantly, the man’s demeanor changed as his lips were stretched upwards in delight “Really? I thought you looked familiar, I’m a big fan!”

Kakashi said nothing, brushing imaginary dust off of his shoulder.

“Hey! You guys wanna have lunch with us?” Yumiko suggested.

Before Aiko could turn down the blonde’s offer as she already had made reservations for a table for two at some restaurant she read online that was suitable for couples, her father instantly accepted Yumiko’s offer “We sure do!”

Lunch was a lively event filled with high pitched laughter from the young women and drunken guffaws from Kakashi as he entertained the young college women with stories of his youth during the police academy days.

The two gentlemen with the young women asked the now private detective everything they wanted to know about the thrilling and dangerous life of a former police officer turned detective. From types of guns to how did dead bodies look in real life and just how accurate were movies and t.v shows, they asked them all.

Y/N, however, just held onto her mist covered drink of lukewarm coke as she tuned out the giggle of the women that were half her age and blocked the image of a blushing Kakashi. Despite Fuyumi being engaged, she didn’t mind being extra friendly with the silver haired detective. Ridiculous.

Aiko watched the adults with a mix of worry and embarrassment in her eyes. She was worried about her mother and how she’s silently handling the situation at hand. It was no secret that her father was a shameless womanizer and the biggest drunk in all of Japan. Aiko was also embarrassed by her father making a fool out of himself just to hear the melodic praises falling from the young women’s luscious lips.

Sakumo seemed unbothered by the whole ordeal as he continued to eat his Kid’s Meal and observed the people occupying the restaurant. It was a hobby of his, to people watch and try to memorize every little detail in his surroundings. An unusual hobby for a seven year old, yes, but the Hatake family embraced it with open arms.

“I still can’t believe you’re all in the same scuba diving club.” Kakashi stated after gulping down half of his jug of beer.

“Yeah, we formed the club during our freshman year in college.” A young man with a middle part spoke. He was named Akira and he was engaged to Fuyumi. Akira had a happy-go-lucky kind of attitude and he was always smiling. “We all went diving earlier today.” Kakashi had a shit eating grin as he stated, “Then I guess today was your last day to enjoy the single life as divers since you and Fuyumi are getting married next week.”

“Dad!” Aiko hissed by Kakashi ignored her.

Akira smiled bashfully at the detective “We’re actually going again tomorrow. We’re kind of hoping that this tradition will continue even after we’re married.” He glanced at his future wife before he looked away with a tint of a red blush on his cheeks.

“Oh?” Kakashi lifted an eyebrow “I’ll give you two months before you change your mind. Marriage life is no walk in the park.”

Aiko, appalled by her father’s words, kicked him under the table which caused the silver haired man to hiss in pain. When he glared at his daughter, she just harrumphed at him and looked away.

“Now, now, Aiko. There’s no need to be upset.” Y/N spoke after not having said a single word for the past hour “Marriage life isn’t for everyone and some people are jealous of what other people have so they try to rain on their parade.” She gave a sly glance at Kakashi who just looked away in annoyance.

Sensing the tension, Yumiko redirected the topic of their conversation back to the diving club, “The big issue was getting Akira to join the diving club!” She chuckled, “That dork couldn’t swim whatsoever!”

Kakashi blinked at her “Can’t swim? Wouldn’t he drown?”

But the short haired woman just shook her head at him, “Nope!”

Akira’s friend, Tango, then added, “Even if you can’t swim, you just need to dive. After all, there is an oxygen tank attached.” And jugged down the remaining of his beer.

“All Akira can do is float ever since we were kids.” Fuyumi giggled behind her hand while her fiance whined at her with a cute little blush.

“Eh, since you were kids?” Aiko blinked at the couples with eyes which twinkled in excitement, “Then does that mean you were childhood friends?”

The two looked at the teen “Yeah.” Fuyumi replied. “We were.”

“Woah!” The twinkle of excitement in her eyes intensified “From childhood friends to a married couple, how romantic! That’s exactly like mom and dad!” She gushed as she not so subtly sneaked glances at her parents to agree with her.

“Childhood friends, huh?” Kakashi snorted “I wonder what sick bastard had fooled so many young couples by romanticizing such a notion when it’s nothing but a complete nightmare.”

Y/N tucked a lock of hair behind her ear “Only childhood friends stupid enough to actually carry out their childish fantasies and marry their friends know of such trauma.”

Kakashi then faced the soon-to-be-husband-and-wife “Well, this doesn’t concern you. However-” He then fished out his business card from his front pocket “If you ever doubted your wife’s faithfulness and wanted someone to trail after her…” He didn’t finish his sentence and instead slid his card across the table.

Instantly, another card was placed next to it as Y/N informed the couple of her assistance as a divorce lawyer “If you happened to get a divorce and you wanted to milk your husband dry of all of his money then feel free to contact me and I’ll be more than happy to help!”

The two separated couples engaged in a heated glaring contest as they both shoved their business cards into the young couple’s faces. Unaware of the uneasy atmosphere they’ve created nor the look of embarrassment and sadness masking their daughter’s expression.

Even young Sakumo felt his stomach drop at his parents’ words, even though he didn’t fully understand what they were saying. All that he knew was that his parents didn’t like each other and they wanted other people to be like them. Alone and miserable.

It was at that moment that Toga decided to awkwardly clear his throat and ask, “By the way, whatever happened to Tadashi? Haven’t seen him since this morning.”

Akira used that moment to break eye contact with the glaring duo and turned to face Toga, thankful to have an excuse to change topics “He went snorkeling.”

“Snorkeling?” Kakashi asked, a new jug of beer in his hand. “Isn’t it bad if you went snorkeling without eating?”

It was Yumiko who decided to answer, “Yeah, he's a bit of a weirdo like that. Honestly, it’s like watching over a five year old.” She chuckled.

The college friends all laughed as they pictured an image in their head of their friend, Tadashi, throwing a temper tantrum because he had to get out of the ocean to eat but, instead, stubbornly remained in the water and continued his activities.

Things died down after that. Toga and Kakashi were discussing about dogs and which products were best suitable for them while Aiko asked her mother if she and Sakumo could get dessert.

“Hey, Yumiko.” At her name being called, the short haired college student looked up from her phone and into Fuyumi’s pleading eyes “Sorry, but could you please fetch me a towel from our room?”

“Huh?” Before Yumkio could question her friend and her request, Fuyumi pushed back her chair and stood up from her seat.

“Where are you going?” Her fiance asked with slight concern lacing his voice.

“Getting a little bit bored so I thought I should go diving again before the sun sets.” She answered as she pulled down her shorts and revealed her yellow bikini bottom.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? You just had a heavy lunch.” Yumiko worried her bottom lip as she tried, without success, to stop her best friend.

Fuyumi waved her off “I’m fine.” And placed her goggles over eyes “I won’t take long!” And with that, she rushed out into the sand and jumped into the sea.

The remaining occupants had remained at the restaurant. Choosing to wait for their heavy lunch to digest before they went swimming again.

Akira had joined Toga and Kakashi’s conversation on dogs and dog care before switching to their favorite female celebrities while Aiko texted away on her phone, to her school crush no doubt.

Y/N was staring out at sea, lost in her thoughts.

Whenever she would encounter happy and healthy married couples, she often found her mind wandering off over the same topic. What would her life be like if her parents hadn’t moved from the Middle East all the way to Japan for work when she was just two years old.

Would she have found love in a different man? A happier and more memorable marriage? Or would she fall in love with Kakashi at some point in her life despite being on different sides of the planet, chained by the heavy shackles of the red string of fate?

She stole a glance at her tipsy husband and scoffed silently. If she were to be fated to Kakashi in another life, she hoped that his personality would be better than what it is currently. It would be cruel of the universe to have her be paired up with a drunken womanizer, again.

It was an hour before sunset that Sakumo had lifted his head from his Nintendo switch at the sound of crashing waves and announced “The sea is angry.”

Aiko ruffled his white tuft of hair as Akira stood up from his seat and trailed his eyes over the occupants of the beach “I don’t see Fuyumi. I hope she’s alright.”

“Oh, Tadashi!” Yumiko suddenly gaped and began to wave at someone coming from behind Kakashi “You made it!”

Tadashi, a tall man with a tanned skin, laughed boisterously “I sure did and I’m starving!”

Yumiko just shook her head at him “Sit down and grab a menu.”

“Okay, mom.” Tadashi did as told and that’s when he asked “Where’s Fuyumi?”

“She went diving.” Akira responded.

And right at that moment, a scream could be heard coming from the sea. All heads turned towards the sound and were shocked to see Fuyumi struggling to keep afloat.

“Oh my god!” Akira yelled, “She’s drowning!” And rushed to save her but was pulled back by Toga.

“You idiot!” Shouted Toga as he shook the panicking Akira “You can’t swim! You’ll get yourself killed!”

Aiko, Yumiko and Tadashi chose that moment to run past them and jump into the sea and swim to where Fuyumi was to save her.

Once they were safe on land, it was discovered that a poisonous snake had bitten Fuyumi. After having a lengthy and angry discussion with the hotel manager, it was discovered that the snake that bit Fuyumi was not a native of the sea and was brought or purchased by someone.

“Wait, you’re not trying to say-” Yumiko gasped and covered her mouth with her hands as her eyes widened in shock.

“Are you saying that someone tried to murder Fuyumi?” Belowed Tadashi as he slammed his fsit on the counter.

Toga was on the phone talking to Akira who had went to the hospital with his fiance once the ambulance had been called.

“Hatake-san!” the young college student grabbed onto the detective’s arm as her honey colored eyes rapidly filled with unshed tears “Please!”

She didn’t have to say anything else as Kakashi had already suspected foul play. He didn’t frequent this kind of beach but something Aiko had mentioned earlier had troubled him. “There was something around the snake’s neck, like a pair of wings.” She said when the hotel manager had pulled out a book of all the animals habitating the beach. She had found a picture of the snake that had looked like the one that was swimming near where Fuyumi was drowning.

“That’s impossible.” The hotel manager stressed, “This type of snake couldn’t grow wings, nor did any other snake!”

“Maybe it was seaweed stuck to its head?” Yumiko guessed once she stood next to Aiko to get a closer look at the picture.

“Seaweed or wings, I’m impressed that you’re able to remember the tiniest detail. Well, I expect nothing less from the daughter of a world famous detective!” Kakashi had bragged with a wide grin stretched across his face.

“Oh, is that so?” Y/N spoke. She brought her hand up to her face as she examined it in what looked like boredom. “World famous detective but you failed to notice the missing ring on your wife’s finger.”

Kakashi however paid her no mind and decided to console a distressed Yumiko.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her husband’s carelessness while Aiko shook her head at her parents’ childish antics.

It took almost half a day for Kakashi to solve the attempted murder case. After hours of intensive research and careful observation, he had deduced that Yumiko was the one who attempted to kill Fuyumi.

After he had explained how Yumiko had managed to hide the snake in her room, bring it with her when Fuyumi had asked her to bring her a towel and then attached the snake to attack Fuyumi when they went to save her, the young college woman broke down.

Yumiko confessed that she was extremely jealous of Fuyumi because she was in love with Akira. She was enraged when Fuyumi had asked for her help to come up with a plan where Fuyumi pretended to drown and see if Akira would risk his life to save her. Knowing that Akira couldn’t swim and could actually die from this stupid scheme, she knew she had to get rid of Fuyumi.

Luckily, no one had died in the end. Fuyumi woke up later that night and had apologized to Yumiko and had confessed to being selfish for abusing Akira’s love.

With tears rolling down her cheeks, Yumiko whispered an apology and was quietly escorted to the police station where she would pay the price for her crime.

“Your deduction is as incredible as always!” Aiko, despite the horrific incident which had occurred earlier in the day, looked positively radiant. “You easily solved the case!”

“Hmph,” Aiko and Kakashi both turned to face Y/N, one with a confused expression while the other looked annoyed “You managed to solve that case easily but you have yet to notice that I’m not wearing my wedding ring. How thoughtless.”

Kakashi let out a long sigh and shoved his hand down his pocket to fish out a diamond band tossing it to Y/N “I found your stupid ring. Now quit bugging me about it.”

With a shocked expression, Y/N hurriedly reached out to snatch the ring midair “You found it...how?”

Kakashi stuffed his pinky finger into his ear “I found it under the beach umbrella you were using.” He answered with a monotone voice.

“But how did you know I dropped it?” Y/N asked in a quiet tone of voice “How do you know I didn’t intentionally leave it at home or sold it?”

Kakashi sighed yet again “Stupid.” He then crossed his arms, “You were wearing your glasses even though you’ve repeatedly stated you hated wearing your glasses at the beach. And since you’re nearsighted, I knew you were looking for something since it's not uncommon for people to lose their accessories at the beach.”

“Ah!” Aiko’s eyes grew wide in realization “Is that why your legs were covered in sand when you returned to the restaurant? You were searching for mom’s ring, weren’t you?”

“It’s not like I had any other choice. Your mom wouldn’t stop waving her left hand around and kept using her left hand even though she was right handed.”

A blush quickly appeared on Y/N’s cheeks “I couldn’t help it. I just wanted your-”

At that moment, a group of young women squealing Kakashi’s name appeared “Hatake Kakashi! Can we have your autograph?”

Instantly, Y/N’s blush disappeared and a scowl appeared on her face at the way her husband made a fool out of himself in front of the young women. Not wanting to hurt herself anymore, turned in her heels and made her way through the hotel exit.

“Wait, mom!” Aiko called out after her mother but Y/N refused to stop “Dad, mom’s leaving!” Kakashi, however, was too engrossed by his beautiful fans to listen to Aiko.

“Stupid.” Sakumo commented and Aiko couldn’t help but agree.

The next time the Hatake family had a second encounter with Y/N was a couple of months later. Summer was about to end and fall was just around the corner. Wanting to take advantage of the remaining summer days, Aiko had reserved a weekend getaway at some three star hotel in the next town over.

The trio had spent the whole morning at the pool. Sakumo played with the other kids while Aiko laid on a pool raft to get a nice tan for her body. Kakashi, on the other hand, sat on a beach chair and shamelessly ogled at all the attractive looking women surrounding him.

Aiko, who had just exited the pool to drink her hourly bottle of water to keep herself hydrated, had spotted her dad’s lustful gaze and flung her towel right in her face. The icy glare she had received from her father did nothing to frighten her or crumble her annoyed demeanor.

“We’re leaving!” The young teenger commanded, leaving no room for arguments.

His mood ruined, Kakashi just heaved out a sigh and followed after his daughter who waved at his youngest to join them. It was nearing lunch time anyway and he was practically starving.

“Don’t you feel bad for mom?” Aiko asked for the billionth time. The trio had already had their lunch and were at the hotel mall for a quick shopping spree. She didn’t stop asking the same exact question ever since they had exited the pool.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Kakashi shrugged his shoulders, seeming unbothered by his daughter’s reprimanding. “Besides, it’s not like she hasn’t been on a few dates of her own. It’s only natural after all.” Kakashi’s chuckle of amusement of him picturing his wife going on multiple dates which turned into royal disasters was cut short when he ran into Sakumo.

“Mom.” Following his son’s finger which was pointed to the left, Kakashi’s amusement vanished from his face at the sight before him. His expression turned into one of surprise at her sudden appearance before it quickly turned sour.

Y/N was in the men’s section of some designer store that Kakashi couldn’t pronounce its name. She was a pale blue sundress that made her eyes pop. Her hair was let loose in elegant curls and a tiny bit of makeup adorned her face. In her right hand was a maroon colored bowtie while her left hand held another necktie in a dark shade of blue. She was showing both neckties to some man Kakashi had never seen before. The bright smile she displayed didn’t sit well with him whatsoever.

A little voice at the back of his head reminded him that Y/N was a grown woman and she was allowed to see whoever she wanted to see. Regardless if it was in a romantic manner or not. And as his silver wedding ring that he wore in a thin thread around his neck reminded him, the two of them were separated for the time being so he had no say in the matter. Even when they aren’t technically divorced, they both have the right to do whatever they want. So, seeing her with another man shouldn’t bother him. Just as he had managed to calm himself down and convince himself to walk away, Aiko chose that moment to barge into the store, all high and mighty “Mom!”

The two adults were so surprised by Aiko’s sudden outburst that they literally jumped in fright. Kakashi withheld his snigger because he didn’t want to appear as petty.

“Aiko? Sakumo? What are you guys doing here?” Y/N asked after calming down from her little fright.

“Don’t I get a greeting?” Kakashi’s left eye twitch in annoyance. Maybe he should be petty afterall since that’s how his wife is playing it.

Wanting to avoid the prying eyes of the other patrons, Y/N rushed everyone to the hotel’s restaurant located on the rooftop.

Once everyone was seated and their orders were placed, the Hatake family wouldn’t stop staring at Y/N and her...accompanying friend.

“So, mom. You didn’t tell me you had a new friend.” Aiko’s voice had a hint of accusation. As a mother, Y/N shouldn’t feel intimidated by her children or her husband’s strong gazes.

“Kaori-kun offered to accompany me while I shop and wait for our other lawyer friends. He works at the firm with me and he’s new and unfamiliar with the area.” The sweat drop didn’t help Y/N in appearing innocent whatsoever.

“Kaori-kun?” Kakashi’s mutter went unnoticed. His cigarette dangling between his lips as he took a deep inhale and puffed out grey ringlets “So, is he your new boy toy or something?”

A flush of anger tinted Y/N’s cheeks as she glared at her former husband, “He’s a friend.” She spat. Though, Kakashi still appeared unconvinced.

“Then what’s with the necktie you were buying earlier?” A sharp tone took his words and Y/N briefly wondered what Kakashi was thinking. Even though they’ve been separated for the past three years, she still knew Kakashi like the back of her hand. It’s just that, she had never seen Kakashi act this way before.

“A friend of mine asked me to run this errand for her.” Y/N calmly explained, trying not to let Kakashi’s earlier remark get to her. “And since I’m not familiar with men’s wear, I was asking for Kaori-kun’s opinion.”

Kaori, although appearing awkward by the whole ordeal or the fact that he felt intimidated by Kakashi’s glare, nodded his head in agreement. “Though, I really thought it was Y/N-sepnai’s shy way of buying me a present.”

“Kaori-kun!” Y/N gaped and could feel the blush rapidly growing on her cheeks. She glanced at Kakashi and was surprised to see his dark expression directed at Kaori. Aiko was no help either as she, too, glared at her colleague. Sakumo, bless his soul, was playing games on his phone. Unbothered and uninterested by the situation at hand.

Thankfully, the waitress chose that time to place their beverages on the table and for once in the past eight years which had led to their separation, Y/N noticed that Kakashi didn’t spare a single glance at the waitress despite the flirtatious looks she was giving him.

Shortly after the waitress had left, the glares were still strong and the awkward silence was suffocating. Y/N twirled her straw in her virgin pina colada, too tensed by the silence to really do anything.

Thankfully, a high pitched voice interrupted the maddening silence “There you are!” And a woman with shoulder length hair appeared with a delighted smile, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you two!”

“Michiko-chan.” Y/N sighed in relief. If Michiko had arrived, then her other friends were here and her and Kaori could easily excuse themselves to another table and escape those harsh and judgemental glares from her family.

“Come on, your highness. The rest are waiting!” Michiko tugged at Y/N’s arm to pull her up from her chair but Sakumo’s words caused her to halt.

“Highness?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“You didn’t know, little boy.” The brown haired woman smiled down at him, “Y/N-senpai is the reigning queen of the judicial branch. Her icy demeanor and debatable skills are envied and admired by many, if not all lawyers and judges in this city. Earning her the rightful title: Queen of Lawyers.”

Aiko and Sakumo gaped at their mother in awe. They were well aware that their mother was a lawyer but they didn’t know just how successful she truly was. They were seeing her in a new light and their respect for her increased tenfold.

“Stop it already.” Y/N muttered as she shyly took a sip from her drink. “You guys are the only ones who call me that.”

“Actually, the police call you that too.” A tall and broad man with a buzzcut spoke up behind Michiko “They’d rather take a bullet than disappoint you.” He sniggered to himself.

Kakashi’s expression soured as he put out his dying cigarette and lit up a newer one.

“But, Y/N might be facing some competition.” Aiko blinked at the handsome man, “Eh, what do you mean?”

“Well, Michiko-chan is our up and coming lawyer who has yet to lose a case. If Y/N is the queen then Michiko-chan is the princess.”

“Heiji.” Y/N whined at the taller man, her blush from earlier intensified making it more prominent and difficult to miss.

“It’s the truth, senpai.” Michiko smiled at her colleague, “Though, I could only hope to be as successful and as beautiful as you. I’ve got a long road ahead of me!” The two other men laughed and threw in a word or two of encouragement for Michiko, all the while Y/N continued to blush and Kakashi continued to glare.

“But that’s nothing compared to the success of the famous detective Hatake Kakashi.” Michiko turned to face the detective and batted her eyes at the man “I’m a big fan.”

Kakashi shrugged, “I’m just a humble man married to an arrogant queen.” The glare Y/N sent his way did not phase him.

“Forgive me,” Y/N spoke with a lazy smile, “I may be arrogant but at least I wasn’t stupid enough to remain with a manwhore of a detective who couldn’t say no to a pair of tits and good booze.”

“Moth-er!” but the two ignored their daughter’s outburst as they laughed in haughtiness at their own jabs against each other.

It was Kaori who cut in into their mocking laughter, “Oh, come on, senpai. Don’t act like you hate the guy!” Before Y/N could stop him from saying anything further, he continued, “You literally have a scrapbook of every last article regarding Hatake-san’s cases.”

Kakashi’s demeanor relaxed and his gaze softened while his wife lightly smacked her younger colleague, “Kaori-kun!”

Seeing that both of her parents had stopped fighting and not wanting to miss this opportunity of getting her parents back together, Aiko helpfully added, “That’s just like dad!” Her mother turned to face her in surprise with panicky eyes, “Dad secretly reads all the articles about mom’s cases every night before bed.”

“Oi, Aiko!” But the young girl ignored her father’s outburst. Too pleased with herself for exposing her dad’s “not-so-secret” secret.

“Well, in that case, “Heiji interrupted, “How about we all have dinner together?”

The couple were too shy to turn down the tall lawyer’s offer and simply nodded their heads as they stared down at their table. Later that night, when everyone had too much to eat to the point of a stomach ache and too much to drink to be able to walk on their two feet without wobbling, Y/N had had just about enough with dinner.

In the three years she had been separated and tolerating Aiko’s schemes of reuniting her with her husband, Y/N finally allowed herself to hope that she could see a future with her still married and deeply in love with Kakashi. That they were back as a healthy and loving family. She allowed herself to spread her wings and fly to her dreams only to come crashing down in fire flames at the shitshow that was occuring before her tired eyes.

“Michiko-chan, how about I become your boyfriend?” Kakashi slurred happily, his arm draped around the lawyer princess’s shoulder.

“H-Hatake-san.” Michicko chanced a glance at her senpai and almost leapt from her skin at the murderous glare she was receiving from Y/N.

“You’re much cuter than someone I know.”

“Dad!” Aiko whined and frantically tried to stop her father from further embarrassing himself, her mother and everyone else at the table.

Silently, Y/N shouldered her purse and made her way towards the exit of the restaurant. So much for the weekend getaway with her co-workers. If she had known that she would run into Kakashi and her family, then she would’ve turned down Heiji’s offer and spared herself the heartache of seeing Kakashi making a fool out of himself at any woman who bats their eyes at him.

“Mom!” Y/N didn’t bother to reply to her daughter as she chased after her “Wait up!” And continued her way to her bedroom for some shut eye and to forget this night had ever happened.

“Don’t get mad at dad! You know how he is when he gets drunk.” Aiko tried to defend her father with her endless list of excuses but that didn’t stop Y/N from walking her way to her room. “And today you were with another man...buying a necktie.”

Y/N let out a heavy sigh, “It’s for your father.”

“What?” Aiko blinked at her mother. She watched with watery eyes as her mother rummaged her purse and pulled a long and rectangular box wrapped in a baby blue paper wrap.

“Tomorrow's our anniversary.” Y/N faced her daughter

“I feel so stupid buying something for that asshole.” Y/N explained, “I’m so angry at myself for being so weak. For not being able to get over your dad and move on. For holding onto that tiny glimmer of hope. I’m so stupid.” Y/N desperately tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Then why didn’t you?” Aiko asked, unaware of the harshness in her eyes.

“I felt sorry for you and Sakumo.” Y/N offered a weak smile, “I thought that maybe I would forgive him when I see him tomorrow when I drop by his office. After our trip to the beach, I honestly thought that maybe he had changed. Guess I was wrong.”

“Mom, you should be more understanding dad went through a lot-” Aiko stopped herself at the sound of her mother’s scoff.

“Understanding? You want me to be more understanding?” Aiko’s throat tightened up at the sheen layer of tears in her mother’s eyes “I was more than understanding, Aiko. I was there for him when Rin and Obito died. I was there for him when the police station fired him due his lack of displence and incompetency-showing up to work hungover, drinking on the job and failing to solve any of the cases assigned to him. I was there for him.”

Y/N didn’t mean to glare at her daughter but the memories of that dark period in her life was very painful “I put up with your father’s downfall, pushed through Sakumo’s birth and supported my newborn child and grieving husband and I wouldn’t have mind continuing, Aiko. Really, I wouldn’t have. I was willing to put up with his drunken ass even though he knows how I feel about alcohol. But coming home drunk smelling like another woman? I couldn’t-” Her choked sob ripped through Aiko’s heart “He never cheated. Your father isn’t that heartless but that didn’t mean he didn’t stare at any woman in his line of vision. Didn’t stop him from making a flirtatious remark or two.”

There was a long stretch of silence. Y/N was trying to collect herself and stop the tears from flowing, slowing down her breathing. Aiko on the other hand was unpacking all of the emotional baggage of her mother. She never thought to stop and think how her mother was feeling. At a very young age, she didn’t notice the strain in her parents’ relationship. All that she knew was that one moment her mother was studying her court cases and seeing her father off before he went to work and the next, her mother stormed off with tears flowing down her cheeks with two suitcases in each hand. After that, she had to step in and take over the role of a mother. It wasn’t easy.

“I’m sorry.” Aiko whispered, gaze downcast as she held back her tears “I was ignorant and only focused on dad. I didn’t know that you were hurting just as much.”

“It’s fine.” Y/N sniffled, “It isn’t something you should burden yourself with.”

“You’re wrong.” The teenager finally stared into her mother’s eyes, “I should be involved in this. You’re my parents and I love you both!”

“Aiko.” Y/N sighed, not sure how to get past her daughter’s stubbornness.

Suddenly, Aiko snatched the box from her mother’s hand-ignoring her little yelp of protest-and stared at her mother with fiery determination, “I’ll give it to dad for you if you’re too scared.”

“Hold it right there!” Her mother said sternly. Her lips were stretched downwards into a frown that Aiko was certain that her mother often wore in the courtroom to appear more professional. “I understand that you want to help but I should be the one who’s going to give him the present.”

Y/N was becoming impatient and was regretting purchasing the stupid tie and giving into her daughter’s schemes of rekinlding her and Kakashi’s love. After that whole scene in the hallway, the two had returned to the restaurant only to find it empty. Save for little Sakumo who was watching a video on his phone.

“Did everyone leave?” Aiko asked and almost perfectly mirrored her mother’s frown at her father’s negligence.

“Dad said he was feeling tired and wanted to sleep.” Meaning that Kakashi was very drunk and wanted to sleep it off.

Sighing, Aiko picked up Sakumo in her arms, “He’s probably in his room. Let’s give him his present and call it a night.”

Kakashi’s room was empty. After knocking on his door for nearly ten minutes, Y/N decided that he must not be in. She asked Aiko if she could open the door with her card key but the two had booked two separate rooms.

With a taste of bile in the back of her throat, the trio decided to see if Kakashi was still with Michiko.

“I’m sorry to bother you so late,” Y/N’s eyes were wide in worry. “But have you seen my husband?”

Michiko glanced over her shoulders, “I don’t think so?” She replied as she opened the door even more, as if to show Y/N that she was completely alone. “Is something wrong?”

“Our dad’s missing!” Aiko stated, Sakumo nodding his head in agreement. He looked just as concerned as his mother. “We’ve checked everywhere but we couldn’t find him.”

“Maybe he was walking around and fell asleep somewhere?” Michiko tried to help with her optimism which Aiko was grateful for.

When the trio had walked away, a wicked smirk etched its way across Michiko’s lips as she quietly closed her door.

Sorry, Y/N. Michiko thought to herself as she walked further into her room, The only way that could beat you is if I became you. The only thing I need is…

In her bed slept a drunken detective with his silver hair tousled across the pillow, his snores were loud and deep.

The chuckle Michiko emitted was one of cruelty.

If your husband was discovered in my bed, you’ll be devastated and too heartbroken to be at the top of your game. And that’s when I’ll swoop in and steal your crown as the Queen of Lawyers.

The trio had literally searched everywhere; the lobby, the park, the swimming pool and Y/N’s lawyer friends but Kakashi was nowhere to be found. Y/N’s was beginning to panic, thinking that something bad might have happened. Like a vengeful criminal she had sent to jail had murdered her husband in revenge.

Upon seeing Y/N’s expression of distress, Heiji and Kaori decided to help with her search for Kakashi despite it being close to midnight.

After searching for nearly two hours, Kakashi’s search party decided to ask Michiko for her help. Hoping that Kakashi might have gone to her room in his drunken haze.

“Do not disturb.” The adults heard Sakumo read the sign on the door. “It wasn’t there before.”

Heiji chuckled, “She probably went to bed and didn’t want anyone to disturb her.” And ruffled his silky silver locks.

“You don’t think…” Kaori muttered to himself. But Aiko had heard him and couldn’t help but to glare at him. She had never liked the man since the second she had him with her mother.

Y/N probably heard Kaori’s mumble as she had pulled out her phone from her purse and dialed Kakashi’s number with a heavy scowl on her face.

Two seconds later, the ringing of a phone came from behind Michiko’s door. Anger flashed in Y/N’s eyes but she quickly composed herself. “That’s Kakashi’s phone. I’m sure of it.”

“N-No.” Aiko looked closed to tears.

“Kaori-kun, please run to the front desk and get a spare card key.” Y/N instructed

After the hotel employee had scanned the card car, Y/N opened the door but was stopped by the keychain. “It’s locked.” She tried to get a closer look at the inside of the room and what she saw had her screaming at the top of her head.

“Y/N-senpai?” Kaori itched closer and held Y/N’s arm. “What is it?” Peering into the room, all the color drained from his face. Without second thoughts, Kaori kicked the door open, breaking the keychain and rushed into the room.

“Michiko-san! Michiko-san!” Kaori shook the young woman repeatedly to no avail.

“Wait.” Y/N crouched down Michiko’s body and placed her index and middle finger on her neck, “There’s no pulse. She’s dead.”

Heiji let out a gasp of surprise while Aiko hurried to shield Sakumo’s vision from the dead body laying on the ground.

At that moment, a groan can be heard coming from the bed, “Why is it so noisy?” and Kakashi’s head popped from under the blanket.

“Dad!”

“H-honey?” Y/N’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she quickly understood the situation at hand.

Kakashi just tilted his head in confusion at everyone’s shocked expressions. Yawning, Kakashi climbed out of bed, “Just what’s going on here?”

“Honey, wait!” Kakashi halted at Y/N’s sharp command. If he could see himself in the mirror, he would see that he looked very surprised. Whether it was because of his wife calling him a term of endearment or because of her harsh command, it was unknown. “The phone cord over there could be the murder weapon.”

“Murder weapon…?” Kakashi glanced down at the phone cord. “What are you talking about?” he followed Y/N’s gaze and was horrified to see Michikio’s dead body.

“We found her dead.” Y/N answered her husband’s unasked question, “There’s a thick mark on her neck that resembles the phone could. Possible death was strangulation.”

When the police had came and Michiko’s body was taken away, the crime was instantly pinned on Kakashi seeing as there wasn’t anyone else inside the room at the time of the murder.

“Dad didn’t do it!” Aiko pleaded with the police. “Please, he couldn’t hurt anyone! Right, mom?”

“Criminal Law, Article 199.” Y/N spoke with a cold voice. “If one committed a murder, he will have a life sentence with a minimum of three years solitary confianment with no chance of parole. In the worst case scenario, execution.”

“Mom!” But Y/N ignored her daughter as she glared up at her husband.

“I’m sorry, detective Hatake.” A young police officer who couldn’t be older than twenty two years old cuffed Kakashi’s hands, “All evidence points to you so we have to take you down to the station.”

Kakashi allowed himself to be escorted with dignity, ignoring the judgmental and disapproving stares from Y/N’s friends.

“Y/N-senpai,” Kaori stood next to his friend and superior “Are you going to be his attorney?”

“Sorry but I’ll pass.” Y/N crossed her arms, “I don’t want to defend a shameless drunken womanizer turned murder.”

“How could you say that!” Aiko cried, “He’s your husband!”

“Oh really? Because for the past three years, it didn’t feel like it.” Y/N screamed. “I can’t ruin my reputation over a man like him. What would all of my fellow feminsit say if I had defended a man like him?”

Kakashi harrumphed, “I don’t want to be defended by a cold hearted bitch either.” It was a low blow but the detective didn’t care. “If you show your face at the station with no apparent reason, I won’t be too kind to you.” Before he could exit the room, Kaori spoke.

“I refuse to believe that Hatake-san could do such a thing.” The silver haired detective glanced behind his shoulder, “I’ll be his attorney.” And followed the man out of the room.

Once everyone had exited-save for the young police officer-Michiko’s room and Y/N had sent Aiko and Sakumo to their room, she began to investigate the scene of the crime.

Even though she had made a big show of being mad at Kakashi and taking a few jabs at his pride, she couldn’t believe that her husband was a murderer. So, she took it upon herself to clear his name before the media outlet got wind of the situation at hand.

“So, you still love him?” Y/N ignored the police officer and continued her investigation. Honestly, if she could she would’ve kicked him out but she needed him here with her if she wanted to solve the crime and find the actual murderer without having any biased judgement.

The two continued their thorough investigation for nearly four hours. The sun was beginning to rise and the birds started their day with melodic chirps. Y/N and the young police officer were exhausted but they’ve finally cracked the case. Once they were confident with their deduction, they called everyone-sans for Kakashi as he was still at the police station being interrogated- back to Michiko’s room.

The two had discovered that Kaori was the murder and in explained in full detail how he had committed his perfect locked room murder.

Kaori’s face went pale as he listened to Y/N and the police’s deduction. His body began to shake and sweat began to collect at his forehead and underarm at the steel look he received from Y/N. Despite all of that, Kaori couldn’t help but to stare in awe at Y/N.

“Now I know what it's like to be confronted by the Queen of Lawyers.” Kaori said breathlessly, “You were amazing.”

“Thank you.” Y/N replied not too unkindly, “I just don’t know what was your motive. Though, I suspect it’s the current case she’s working on.”

Kaori heaved a heavy sigh as he slid to the ground in defeat. “Yeah, the factory she’s defending will be built in my hometown. The citizens have been protesting for years and I wanted them to win no matter what. When I started working here and learned that Michiko was in charge of the case. I knew I had to have her gone.”

He looked at Y/N, the senpai he admired so much, “I was planning on making it look like a suicide but I was startled to see Hatake-san passed out on her bed. It was the perfect opportunity to pin the crime on him.” He then smiled at her, “I just didn’t think that Y/N-senpai still loved her husband so much to the point of defending him.”

Y/N crouched down in front of the criminal, “While I understand why you did it, Michiko took the case as a job. There was no animosity.” She spoke with dejection. “Did you have to kill her?”

“If she had really taken it as a job then, no. I wouldn’t have killed her.” His expression became dark, “But when I learned that she was harassing people, my people, to increase her reputation as the ice princess and beat you, I knew I had to do something.”

Y/N’s stared at him in confusion, “To beat me?”

“Yeah.” Kaori lowered his gaze, “The reason she brought Hatake-san to her room was for that reason as well. She wanted to break you in every way possible and see you fall.”

“I c-can’t believe it.”

Kaori then pulled himself up and dusted his pants off, “Although, that would have worked for me as I’ve been wanting to to be mine for a long time, I just couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you so heartbroken.”

The blush on Y/N’s cheeks appeared unintentionally. She was too shell-shocked to say anything. All that she could do was watch as the policemen cuffed Kaori and escorted him to the police station.

Later that afternoon, Kakashi was released from the station with sincere apologies from the police as they personally drove him back to the hotel. Stepping into the pool area of the hotel to unwind after a long and exhausting night, he bumped into the young police officer from the night before.

“Hatake-san!” he greeted in delight, “Your wife was amazing-”

“We’re not together.”

“She managed to gather all of the evidence and discover who the true criminal was all on her own.” He smiled brightly at the irritated detective. “I expect nothing less from the wife of world famous detective Hatake Kakashi!” and then winked at him.

Kakashi rubbed his temple at the headache that formed rapidly. “Speaking of,” he interrupted the police officer’s rambles, “Where...is she?”

The office gave him a sly smirk, “She’s over there.” And pointed to a spot behind Kakashi. Turning, he spotted Y/N sitting at a table near the edge of the pool. Her back was facing him.

Fixing his colored and disheveled hair, Kakashi shoved his hands into his pockets and walked the short distance to Y/N’s table. He stared at the back of her head and admired the complicated looking updo. Briefly, he remembered nights from his past when his wife would return home and undo her whatever hairstyle she was sporting. He remembered that he would gaze in awe as her long locks fell across her shoulders and how he would grab a stray look and twirl it around his finger.

Clearing his throat, Kakashi willed those images away.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Kakashi’s voice was low and breathy. “For putting you in such a tough spot. Though, just know that I believed in you. I believed that you could clear my innocence.”

Y/N was quiet, not moving an inch.

Rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, Kakashi continued. “And, uh...I’m tired of Aiko’s cooking. You’re terrible at it but Aiko is somehow much worse.” He let out a shaky chuckle. “And I oddly miss your cooking.” The blush on his ears were so red that Kakashi was certain it could be seen all the way up from the penthouse.

Still, Y/N said nothing.

Letting out a heavy breath, Kakashi’s voice sounded wearied as he said. “Can you please come back to me soon? I can’t take it anymore.”

Y/N remained silent. Peering over her shoulder, he saw she had a book in her hand and deduced that she was too embarrassed to face him so she focused on the book.

“You know, today’s our anniversary.” Kakashi smiled, his eyes turned into crescents. “And I thought it would be perfect if…”

Kakashi grew frustrated at Y/N’s lack of response so, in a fit of annoyance, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face him, “Hey, are you listening to me?”

“Huh?” Y/N pulled out one of her airpods, startled by Kakashi’s appearance. “Do you want something?” She glared at him.

It was at that moment that Aiko and Sakumo ran up to their parents with poorly hidden enthusiasm. “So, what are you talking about?”

Sakumo held his arm up towards his mother who gladly carried him and sat him on her lap, landing a peck on his head.

“Nothing.” Kakashi looked away. “I was just thinking how long it took for the Queen of Lawyers to solve the case. If she was that slow then I don’t think I want her as my lawyer. Ever.”

Insulted, Y/N stood up and handed Sakumo to Kakashi then shouldered her purse, “This is the thanks I get for saving your sorry ass?” She scoffed. “I should’ve let you rot in jail.” And marched away from her family in a fit of rage.

In her car, Y/N connected her phone to the car stereo via bluetooth and played the newest audio file in her voice recording app.

“Can you come back to me soon? I can’t take it anymore.” Kakashi’s voice filled the car. “You know, today’s our anniversary. And I thought it would be perfect if…”

Y/N replayed the audio and listened to Kakashi’s cute little love confession repeatedly all the way home.

I’m not forgiving you yet, Ka-chan. She thought to herself. Words are cheap and actions are expensive. I want to see how much you’re willing to pay.

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Metro’s Crush [14]

Chapter 13

“Her husband is in jail.”

“Why? What did he do?”

“Murdered a kid.”

“Why a kid?”

“I have no idea. But I can feel it. I feel it in her eyes. Look how tired she is, she’s probably taking care of their kids alone.”

“Nobody to help her?”

“No. Her parents are dead and after her husband got arrested, his family decided to never talk to her again.”

“Do they see and visit the grandchildren at least?”

“No. They just disappeared.”

Sander did a gesture with his hands which probably mimicked the word ‘disappear’ and made some kind of sound, looked at Robbe who couldn’t keep holding his laugh in and started hysterically laughing, throwing his head back, softly punching Sander’s right hand in the process. People looked at him weirdly but he didn’t care.

He didn’t care about anything.

They are on the metro, for how many hours already, Robbe can’t remember. They have been riding it back and forth. Sitting on the same spot, talking.

Sander has been doing his usual “what’s their story” game, looking at some strangers’ face and outfits, their mood and trying to guess or make up their life story about them, telling crazy scenarios in Robbe’s ear, making him laugh and shiver.

Sander just finished talking about a divorced man and how he was ill and studied abroad and now he changed back to the murder storyline.

“You’re unbelievable.” Robbe looked at him with a soft look on his face, admiring and loving every word or joke Sander said.

They just went on their first date, which went better than Robbe would have imagined, they sat down on a cute, little, quiet cafe and drank some coffee and as usual, after some time, like their habit, they decided to come back to the metro.

That was hours ago and now, Robbe was only listening to Sander’s silvery voice and was watching closely to his body language.

Sander would get so concentrated and determined about this fake stories he makes up, that it was almost funny. How he’d try to think so hard about what’s bothering the person he was describing, like he was really looking into their souls to find out what they have going on behind their faces.

And Robbe loved every single of those stories and he always listens so carefully to them, trying to connect with Sander as best and as much as he possibly can while relaxing in his seat, but today he just can’t sit still, something is bothering him and he knows exactly what it is.

Robbe hasn’t touched him enough today.

He found out that Sander doesn’t like Robbe touching him that much. He thought he was imagining it at first but after a while, when Sander would try to get his hand free a few times when Robbe would hold it, but he’d brushed it off like it was nothing and it was an accident, Robbe realized that he couldn’t touch Sander a lot and that thought made him more upset than he’d admit.

He wants so badly to hold his hand, or to touch his face, his hair, his skin.

Everything Sander would allow him to touch.

But even if he can’t touch him all the time, he pleasures the moment when the other boy is allowing him to show affection. And Robbe takes his chances each and every time that happens.

Robbe also always wants to impress the boy, so he tries to get himself included in their little games, or Sander’s game to be specific.

“You see that girl over there?” Robbe finally got a chance to sit closer to him after Sander went and moved away from him a little bit just a moment ago, their thighs now touching each other, put his head closer to him, turned it towards his ear and started whispering in his ear after he pointed on the girl he was talking about with his eyes. Sander nodded, throwing him a side glance.

“I think she’s an artist.”

“What makes you think that?” Sander asks, clearly more interested now after Robbe mentioned his hobby.

“Well, see that boots she has. It has a red paint on it.” Robbe’s tone changed into amusing, his voice became narrative.

“It could be blood.” Sander smirked and slowly whispered it to him, looking at him which made Robbe roll his eyes.

“Can’t you stop? Your serial killer story is over now. Let me talk.”

Let me impress you.

Let me make you laugh.

Let me admire you.

Let me touch you.

Let me love you.

Just let me.

Sander nodded his head but didn’t say anything else, looked in front of him.

Robbe decided to take his chance of being this close to his body and touched his hand which Sander kept under his bag, sitting on his knees. The boy noticed and looked over at him but kept being silent, didn’t make a sound, which made Robbe intertwine their fingers together, holding it tight, afraid to let it go. Afraid that Sander would make him let go of it again.

“I think she’s about to sell her first work. Look how she fidgeting? She’s nervous. She needs other people’s approval. I think her dad loves her younger sibling more and she always does everything to make him see that she’s talented, that she’s enough but it never works. He just treats her like a problem, somebody who tries too hard but never succeeds. And now she’s going to show her art to the judges, she’s making her first independent choice and she’s terrified. She hopes to take care of her self alone but she needs people. Everybody needs people in the end. And she hopes that they will like it, so she can finally feel like her own self, so she can finally feel that she’s doing a good job, so that she can finally feel that she matters.” Robbe didn’t realize how carefully Sander was listening to his every word, how quiet he got, how his smirk dropped.

They stayed silent for some time but then Sander turned his head towards Robbe and kissed his cheek, which made Robbe look at him up and down surprised.

“What did I do to deserve that?” He asked.

“You didn’t have to do anything.” Sander whispered against his face, his breath hitting Robbe’s skin, making goosebumps appear on his body.

“I want to sell my drawings too you know?” He said after some time. Robbe hummed, and his whole body completely froze when he felt Sander getting closer to him and putting his head on his shoulder.

Robbe felt the warmth going though in all of his muscles and kissed the top of Sander’s head, putting his arm around his shoulder.

Robbe felt a lot of emotions, emotions he can’t describe but loves but there were some things Robbe didn’t feel.

Robbe didn’t feel Sander shivering and shaking after the gesture.

Didn’t feel how his heart started beating so fast that he felt like he’d choke on his breath.

Didn’t feel a cold sweat going down on his back.

Didn’t feel the void sounds and voices whispering horrible things in his head.

Robbe didn’t feel that at all.

* * *

They didn’t notice how fast the time passed and how they were all alone in the cabin.

They have been joking around all day long, making each other laugh, teasing and touching one another. But when they do noticed the environment around them, it was already a little too late.

Suddenly, while calming down from another laughing session, Robbe looked around and his eyes went wide. They were completely alone, the train was still moving but he couldn’t see anybody.

“What time is it?” He asked but Sander didn’t understand what he meant at first.

“It’s our time.” He joked and smiled and no matter how cute Robbe thought he was acting at that moment, he shook his head.

“No, I’m serious.” He took his phone out and looked at the time. It was 23:45.

“Fuck.” He breathed out. “I didn’t realize so much time has passed.”

Sander looked at Robbe’s screen too and when he realized what was happening, the color of his face changed, his skin got white and he looked terrified.

“Shit, where are we?” He started looking around but of course, there was no way to tell where they were, they were underground, in the tunnel.

And they waited for the next stop to come and when it did, it was clear where they were. Sander’s station was left behind them and Robbe’s stop was in two stations.

“Don’t worry, we won’t get stuck in here.” Robbe reassured him but he was also nervous, probably because it’s was late and nobody knew where he was, his mom also must have been so worried.

“It’s closing in 15 minutes.” Sander said strictly and Robbe almost whinced at the tone he used.

“And we will be on my stop in 6 minutes.” He said carefully and started looking around at the empty seats.

He couldn’t help but a part of him was very excited with the thought of them being together in here, completely alone. He’d give anything, would probably sell his soul to be in this situation with Sander two years ago, even a few weeks ago too. Something never changes but the world does and here they were, next to each other and Robbe looked away and put his head on his shoulder to hide his little smile.

The train finally stopped and they got off. They looked at each other and around, saw how there was only one or two person in the horizon, going on their ways. They had a long stairs to walk up to.

“Which way?” Sander asked, since the tunnel after the stairs where divided in to ways.

“Left.” Robbe said and then he looked at the time again.

“Babe.” Sander called and when Robbe looked up at him, he didn’t give him any warning or time, he started running up the stairs.

“Wait. What?” Robbe yelled after him and followed.

Their laughs and the sounds of feet hitting the ground were echoed in the whole place, Robbe managed to hold Sander’s hand while they were both running which almost made him fall down the stairs but Sander caught him right on time and before they knew, they were running on the tunnel, towards the exit.

“Fuck, wait, stop.” Robbe’s legs betrayed him and he made Sander stop with him, both of them breathing unevenly and fast.

“I thought you were an active kid.” Sander joked but it was clear how tired he also got from their run. Robbe only shot him an annoying look, bended over on his knees, trying to calm down his racing heart.

But his pulse wasn’t rapid only because of this, it was about to burst out from being this close to Sander. Robbe would never get over how one day he was weeping about the reality of never seeing this boy ever again and now, how fast they became a thing and how he was seeing him every other day and how easy all of this was.

It felt like a dream, a dream he’d never want to wake up from.

After a minute or two, Robbe got up on his feet, and looked at Sander standing there, breathless, his cheeks red, his hair messy, his bag, which he dropped on the floor, and tried to take him all in.

He smiled and stepped closer to him, which didn’t go unnoticed by Sander and he asked a silent question with his eyes, curios, but Robbe didn’t give him any warning, step forward until he was right in front of him. And he could see all the emotions that went on Sander’s face, confusion, understanding, nervousness. “W-what are you - ?” He started but didn’t get a chance to finish it because Robbe closed the space between them, pushed him against the wall and kissed him.

And it felt magical, thousands of times better than anything he could ever imagined.

Sander’s lips were soft against his but unmoving. And when Robbe was about to pull away after getting no reaction from the boy, he felt Sander pulled him closer to his body too, his hands going on his shoulders, his hand getting lost in Robbe’s hair, tugging on it, making the brunet moan and part his lips slightly which made Sander slip his tongue in.

And Robbe felt like he was on cloud nine. His whole body started shivering, his legs became weak and he didn’t want this feeling to ever stop.

Kind of felt like a drug.

Kind of felt like an addict person, getting nicotine inside his body after being clear for a very long time, that rushing thought, an excitement and how he could finally sigh and breath again.

Drugs are suppose to kill you in the end, damage you enough for you to beg for everything to stop.

But Robbe is sure, Sander isn’t that kind of drug.

He’s addictive but it’s a good addition.

Or that’s what Robbe thought back then.

Maybe some addictions can’t harm you or maybe they can but you’re too oblivious to see it.

After they stopped, Sander pulled him closer, hugging him tightly and Robbe closed his eyes, enjoying every second of it but it didn’t last long, since the need to taste him and touch his lips again was stronger so, without realizing what he was doing, he started kissing his ear, going down to his cheeks and neck. And that’s when he felt Sander’s hold got a little bit weaker but he didn’t pay it any attention. Sander threw his head back a little bit, giving him more access to his skin on his neck and Robbe gladly took it, gluing his lips to the spot.

And then he touched Sander’s face, hold both of his cheeks in his palms and kissed him again, it felt like he didn’t know what he was doing, his whole body was controlling him but he was more than happy for that.

“Ah - wait - Robbe - someone - someone might - “ he heard between the kisses but didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop.

And when he put his index finger on Sander’s lips and whispered “shh” he finally lost it and didn’t hold back his self anymore.

That hungry animal living inside him which only craved for this moment to happen woke up and Robbe could see red, his whole body exploded and he even got a little worried because of how much he was feeling.

Robbe couldn’t stop touching and kissing him. His hands going up and down on his body, finally after so long, he had a permission to touch and he couldn’t not take a chance.

But Sander pulled him away after a while and Robbe’s whole face dropped.

“What?” He asked, already afraid that he went too deep, he crossed a line and boundaries. But when Sander smiled cheekily at him, he calmed down a little bit.

“I just - can’t breath.” And Robbe laughed against his body, hugging him closer, putting his neck on his shoulder.

“You have no idea how long I waited and wanted this”. He whispered in his ear and felt how Sander swallowed.

He felt a hand on his back and smiled.

He could definitely get used to this.

“We need to go.” Sander said after a few moments, when they calmed down a little bit.

“You’re right.” Robbe agreed, taking his hand and they told started walking towards the exit but couldn’t help themselves. They’d look towards each other and laugh, look away blushing and that’s when Robbe realized, he wanted to have this for his whole life.

When they got there, there was one woman, who smiled when she saw them and joked “you boys are lucky, if you were two minutes late, you’d have to stay here all night long.”

“I wouldn’t mind getting locked in here with you.” Robbe mumbled in his ear while trying to tug him with him.

Sander laughed and Robbe noticed how the woman threw a dirty look at them when she saw their intertwined hands and when Sander let his hand go, Robbe heart dropped but he smiled again when he felt Sander putting it on the small part of his back, pushing him in front so they could walk out easily.

And when they went outside, Robbe still couldn’t stop wandering his hands, couldn’t stop touching him, kissing him, while trying to walk and not fall on the ground.

“What are we doing now?” Sander asked after a while.

“I don’t really know how to get home from here and I don’t think I have any money left for taxi.” He started looking around, trying to figure out where he was and how he should go back home.

Before Robbe even realized what he was saying and suggesting, he turned Sander’s head so they were looking at each other and said: “you can stay at mine.”

Sander’s eyebrows went up after hearing that.

“Robbe, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He started but Robbe didn’t give him any time to finish it.

“No, no. I didn’t mean it like that. You just can stay to spend the night. How can you get back home now? And honestly, I don’t like the thought of you going back home at this time alone so you can stay over. I can sneak you in.” Robbe winked at him at the last sentence and Sander couldn’t help but shook his head and laughed but after some more convincing from the boy, he finally gave him and agreed.

* * *

Robbe opened the door very quietly, looking inside, not letting Sander in yet. After didn’t hearing anything, he took Sander’s hand and guided him to his room.

“I’m glad you didn’t make me go inside from the window.” Sander joked-whispered and Robbe smiled but it froze on his face when he realized what Sander said.

“Somebody has sneaked you in before like that?”

Somebody has sneaked you in before too?

“Yeah, once.” The quick jealousy went through Robbe’s blood, curious about the story behind that sentence, but didn’t dare to ask for more.

“This way.” He said and pushed Sander in his room and breathed out when he successfully managed to get inside without waking his mom up but his happiness didn’t last long when Sander decided to drop his bag on the floor and the loud bang could be hear in the whole house.

Robbe’s eyes went wide and he winced, throwing his arms around as if that would turn the time back and would make the sound disappear.

His deadly look only made Sander laugh and he had to put his palm over his mouth so he couldn’t make a sound. But after the house continuing to be silent, they decided that nobody has woken up.

Robbe closed the door slowly, taking his jacket off, dropping it on the chair next to his bed, walking up to Sander slowly, shaking his head, fighting a smile.

“What do you have in there? Rocks?” He asked, trying to act annoying.

“No, knifes.” Sander teased, coming closer to Robbe, which made the brunet roll his eyes.

They were standing right in front of each other, a moonlight dimming in the room, making it dark but light enough to see each other’s figures and faces. Robbe put his arms around Sander’s shoulder, making each other’s bodies glued together.

“Too many killer jokes today. Should I be worried?”

“I could be a psychopath and you invited me to your house.”

“You’re too cute so I’m ready to take a chance of you murdering me in my sleep. At least my last minutes will be shared with a very hot guy.” Robbe saw how Sander put his head down, which made their forehead touch each other, but didn’t make any move, so they stayed there, for some time, just holding each other in the darkness until Sander muffled voice asked “shouldn’t we go to bed” ruining everything, but Robbe nodded anyways, letting go of him.

And they got ready for the bed, silently.

Sander wanted to sleep on the left side which was the side Robbe usually slept but he decided to be a gentleman and let him have it, thinking they would both end up on the same side of the bed in the end anyways but his hopes and dreams were very much disappointed and crushed when Sander laid down very far away from him and Robbe wasn’t enjoying that at all.

He was too far away.

But Sander, oblivious to Robbe’s desperation to touch him, didn’t say anything about that fact, as if he never considered touching the brunet while they would go to bed so Robbe tried to not think about it.

And he really tried but his hands were begging to go over to him. Begging to hold him close after all this time of imagining this exact moment.

This was finally a reality and Sander was only one feet away, on Robbe’s bed, in his bedroom.

This was a thing Robbe only dared to think about, in the wildest of his imagination, in a very far part of his brain, in the darkness, afraid if he thought about it loudly, he’d accept it being a part of his mind.

Now, he was finally living his dreams and his only mission was to get closer to the body, laying next to him.

So he waited.

Waited until he thought that Sander went to sleep and slowly turned around and sneaked up on him, putting his arm around his waist, pushing him closer to his chest and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of having him in his arms.

But he still noticed how Sander’s breathing changed.

He was wide awake.

But didn’t make any comments. Just stayed there, and Robbe breathed out.

The feeing of calmness didn’t last long when Sander tried to turn around, making Robbe’s grip loosen up and Robbe’s heart dropped.

He was trying to get away and Robbe was about to move, upset that no matter what Sander always end up rejecting his hands and affection, when Sander did something which surprised him instead.

He turned around and made Robbe push down on the bed, on his back with his hand and laid his head down on his chest, tangled their legs together.

Robbe smiled to himself and got his fingers lost in his hair, kissing his forehead.

And he finally decided to relax.

The atmosphere around him was too peaceful and he only felt the happiness inside his body which made drifting off to sleep way easier for him.

Unfortunately, Robbe wasn’t wake enough to hear how Sander whispered “I think I might be out of my mind and I’m going crazy but I think that you're the one” with tears in his eyes, against his skin.

Chapter 15

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #social media au #Metro’s Crush #vds #van der stoffels

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I Hate That I’m Afraid to Love You (9)

Genre: Romance, Friendship, Angst, Hurt /Confort , Suggestive, Fluff, College Au, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Au, REALLY Slow burn, Love Square (?)

Pairing: Hyunjin X Fem!Reader X Han X OC

WC: ~ 5K

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Warnings (general*): Language, Mentions of (Physical abuse, Death/ Loss of Loved One, Child Abandonment/Neglect, Divorce, Toxic Parents, Cancer, Mental disorder, Anxiety Attack, Alcohol, Food), Suggestiveness (?)

Notes: I won’t lie. I didn’t reviewed the last part lol Sorry, guys. But good news! I’m writing the chap 12 and things are going smoothly /o/

Updates: I’ll update it once a week [Tuesdays] because I still have to write the chapters to come and review the ones I already wrote

Tagging: @aliceu @thatrandomoneinthecorner

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You have never seen the Gym so damn crowded before.

You tried to make your way to the front seats ─ a difficult task as people didn’t seem to have a clue the bloody chairs were made to sit down ─ groaning as you got stuck between some people in the way, struggling to get past them. You turned your head around as you felt someone tap on your shoulder, searching who the hell thought it was a good time for chatting right now.

“I think I’m going to buy something” Paris yelled for you to listen, and you nodded to let her know you understood it. You watched her going back to where you just came from, shaking your head in disbelief as you wondered how she could put up with taking this route twice. Hyunjin pushed you softly, pleading eyes screaming he wanted to go to the seats as soon as possible, all those people around upsetting him.

“I swear to god I’m never coming with you ever again” He whined, holding your shoulder to not lose you in the crowd. You chuckled, pushing people around until you felt it was easier to walk through the aisle.

“Oh, I think I see Han” You mentioned surprised, stretching your neck to get a better view. Hyunjin followed your gaze, his height allowing him to see way better than you. He nodded, curving to get closer to your ear as he yelled his confirmation, letting you know that the small guy you saw next to a huge older man was indeed Han.

“Maybe it’s a scout or something? Should we go to him right now?” You mused, and Hyunjin shrugged, finally getting space to walk beside you and letting go of your shoulder.

“There’s just one way to know” He said before getting both hands cupping his mouth as he screamed, “Hey, Han!” The shout startled him, making him look through the crowd to spot who was yelling his name. You could see his eyes lit up as he spotted you, a bright smile spreading on his face as he waved his hand eagerly.

The man followed his gaze to spot you and Hyunjin; giving a bright smile that seemed exactly the same as Han’s. He waved more discretely, and you wondered if you ever saw him and just didn’t recognize him. You made your way to them, now far more easily than back to the entrance, which allowed you to quickly make your way down the stairs.

“Hey!” You smiled, clasping your hand with his as you pulled him to a half-hug, patting his back affectionately as you did “Prepared to humiliate those losers?” He chucked, letting go of your hand and straightening himself as the older man laughed wholeheartedly to your encouragement.

“That’s how you do it!” He approved, extending his hand to shake yours. You took a look at him, his obvious resemblance to Han didn’t let any doubt but he said it anyway “I’m his father” then smiled at you just like Han does. You smiled back, squeezing his hand politely but firmly, getting a proud smile as an answer “Nice handshake” He praised, and somehow you felt proud of it.

“Thank you, Sir” He chuckled, letting go of your hand to shake Hyunjin’s hand, seeming to approve of him too as he hummed satisfied “I’m Y/N and this is my friend” You pointed to Hyunjin, knowing you would get a jeer if you said they were friends.

“Oh, friends, I see…” He said suggestively looking at you and Hyunjin with a small smile “I never saw you on the photos he sends me” He admitted, looking at Hyunjin in wonder “Now, you are always there” He smiled fondly at you “I heard a lot about you and Paris from Champ! Didn’t she come?” He asked curiously, looking around.

“Champ?” Hyunjin blurted out, laughing and sending a teasing look to Han who just groaned, kicking his father’s leg lightly.

“Dad!” He hissed, making you laugh. His father laughed along, head-locking him and ruffling his hair as if he was a kid, letting him go as he looked all serious at Hyunjin, who quickly recomposed himself and stood straight, clearly afraid of his father.

“Is that a problem, buddy?” He asked intimidatingly, for which Hyunjin shook his head eagerly. Han’s father was way taller than him and maybe a head taller than Hyunjin. He wasn’t really build up but he was really fit for what you could imagine was his age; a large chest and defined arms suggested he kept up with some exercise routines.

He kept his glare at Hyunjin for a few moments, deadpanned, before breaking into a fit of laughter, patting his shoulder playfully and wiping imaginary tears from his eyes. You noticed Han trying to hide his smile, looking away, nudging him as you shared a knowing look and broke into a fit of giggles.

“Calm down, son” His father said to Hyunjin, smiling brightly. You chuckled as Hyunjin visibly relaxed, shoulders dumping and a relieved sigh leaving his lips “So Paris didn’t come?” He asked again, seeming disappointed, and you were fast to shake your head.

“She came! She just went to buy something” You explained hurriedly, looking around “She should be here at any minute…” You mused, starting to worry about her. Paris wasn’t exactly the best at finding seats or remembering her way. You glanced around for a few more seconds before returning your gaze reluctantly at them “Well… Anyway… It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir” You smiled politely.

“No, that’s my pleasure!” He waved his hand dismissively “I’m happy to know my Champ made some good friends here” He smiled proudly, looking at Han fondly. You fought back a smile, finding endearing how much affection you could see in his eyes “I didn’t think I could make it today… I had to ask a friend to cover for me at work but I couldn’t be happier! Meet Champ’s friends and see him playing here!” His eyes shone, kinda glossy, and you noticed how his voice faltered for a bit “I couldn’t be more proud” He added, emotional.

“You should be! Our team has been winning all the matches until now! Han doesn’t let a single ball hit the ground on his watch” You joked, getting a loud laugh from his father. You saw in the corners of your eyes how Han shrunk, embarrassed by your input, fighting back a smile as he rubbed his own arm, looking away.

“Well! I didn’t expect any less from my Champ!” He bragged as he laughed, pulling Han closer with one arm, his hand on his shoulder shook him a little bit, all proud, and you frowned as soon as you realized how nervous Han seemed to get “He’s following my steps” His father added, and you raised your brows, surprised “I was a player here too! This very same championship got me into a Team!”

Oh… So that was it.

Han was nervous about the match, obviously, and his father being a player couldn’t help either. You glanced at him, seeing how he seemed tense: Brows furrowing, head almost buried between his shoulders, lips pursed and eyes holding so many thoughts that for a moment you wondered if it really was Han.

You never saw him this worried before.

You opened your mouth to say something ─ anything that could help him to relax a bit ─ but your train of thoughts was interrupted by a loud Paris. You turned around; spotting Paris with a huge foam glove that could have easily at least twice her head size, a big #1 hanging from the index foam finger. You checked for the other reactions, glancing to see if they thought it was as random as you thought.

Hyunjin burst out laughing, hiding his face behind his hand, trying to not seem rude as he laughed his ass off at the sight. Han widened his eyes and arched his brows, surprised by the huge glove and the happiest Paris he ever saw, striding your way too much excited with her new accessory wobbling in the air. Han’s father fought back a smile, looking at you knowingly before looking at his own son.

“So… Is she your girlfriend?” He asked suggestively before Paris got close enough to hear it. You held back your laugh, looking at how flustered Han got, blushing as he straightened up, and shooting you some desperate looks before turning back to his dad.

“W-What?! Of course not!” It was like he just hit puberty ─ voice sounding high pitched and strangled ─, and his eyes went wide as he answered his father in shock “She’s just a friend! What the hell, dad?!” He floundered, nervous, and it was impossible not to laugh at him. You nudged Hyunjin, happy to see Han embarrassed like this to the thought of dating Paris.

They were so cute!

Hyunjin smiled knowingly as he looked at you, blinking and rolling his eyes as if he couldn’t believe your enthusiasm about something as simple as Han getting flustered. He wouldn’t understand! It was like your ship was sailing right in front of your eyes after a long time. You deserved that happiness and they did too!

“What is it? Family reunion?” Minho’s voice dragged you out of your mind, startling you “Meeting father-in-law?” He asked, smiling teasingly at you as he leaned on Han’s shoulder, showing their obvious height difference. You narrowed your eyes to him, ready to retort when his father gasped, looking surprised at both of them.

“Oh? Is he your boyfriend?” His tone was curious though not judging, and you suppressed a smile as Minho let his mouth fall agape, arm jolting to his side as he let go of Han’s shoulder. Hyunjin snorted, looking at Minho deeply satisfied by his bashful features, crossing his arms as he smirked at him.

“No! I’m his teammate, Sir!” He straightened up, bowing briefly “My name is Lee Minho and I’m a huge fan of yours” He extended his hand, holding his arm to show how much he respected him, which Han’s father took in a playful way, shaking his hand enthusiastically before laughing.

“You can always be a fan and a son-in-law” He pointed out, to which Minho blushed. Oh, Lord! You never thought you would see the Lee Minho ─annoyingly extrovert Lee Minho, who always teases you─ blushing to something like this. He cleared his throat, waving his hand effusively.

“No, no! Just a teammate” He assured, and this made you laugh. Han facepalmed, sighing tiredly at all his surroundings and looking at each one of you, defeated, as he cupped his forehead, making you nudge him with your foot to give him a thumb up. He’s great, you mouthed, smiling at him encouragingly, which seemed to have a good effect as he smiled back at you, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

The moment was broken by his coach yelling on a megaphone, demanding his team to gather together and stop playing around. You chuckled when Minho and Han grimaced, looking at each other worried, waving to all of you before jogging to the court. You followed them with your eyes, clasping your hands together as soon as they reached their team.

“Okay, so let’s sit!” You decided, looking for the letters beside the seats, trying to spot your row. Han’s father seemed to ignore you for a bit, looking at Paris in silence for a few seconds, studying her foam glove for a moment.

“Nice to meet you, Sir, I’m Paris” She said abruptly, extending her other hand to him, probably realizing it wouldn’t be very polite to ignore your friend’s family. He smiled at her, shaking her hand excitedly before pointing to her gloves.

“Nice one” He raised his index finger, as to suggest he was joking about the number, and she seemed to like the awful joke because she returned the smile and gun-fingered him after snapping her fingers.

“Thank you! Nobody ever complimented my gloves… That’s a first!” You sighed, looking at Hyunjin to find him judging both of them just like you, grimacing as he darted his eyes between both of them. Han’s father was in stitches; hand in his stomach as he threw his head back to laugh. You raised your brows, looking at Paris, who seemed proud of her own joke, laughing along with him.

Well, at least they would like each other.

“Help me find the seats” You whispered to Hyunjin, giving him the tickets as you looked around, deciding to give both of them their bonding time. Hyunjin took the tickets gratefully, ready to walk away from their poor sense of humor “I can’t find the bloody row” You complained, looking for the letter on the ticket. Did they need to hide the damn information? Was it worth gold or something? Your College’s court was much better organized than this!

“What the fuck?” Hyunjin whined, looking confused at the ticket “Are they going to get paid if we don’t find it or something?”

Exactly your point!

“Oh, we must be on the same row! Han choose your seat too?” You heard Paris beam, looking at her own ticket as he talked to Han’s father. He took her ticket, studying it for a few moments before smiling.

“Come with me, we’re sitting together” He said, and you thanked God you wouldn’t need to find the damn row on those tiny letters. You followed him, sitting next to Paris, Hyunjin following right behind you. You crossed your leg as soon as you sat down, checking your phone for any new messages to wait for time to pass by.

It took a long time.

Hyunjin tried to make some small talk once in a while since Paris seemed really immersed in her talk to Han’s father and you stood there glancing at the court a few times, as you scrolled down the feed to distract yourself. You chuckled as you heard Han’s father explaining the general rules to her, certain that she would forget everything just like she did when Han tried to explain it to her.

“They seem nervous” Hyunjin mentioned randomly, risking a glance at you. He must be feeling out of place to try to have small talk like this, so you nodded, dropping your phone back to your purse before looking at him. All of them were finishing warming up, although some ─ like Han─ seemed to be a little bit distracted by their own thoughts.

“Well, it’s a decisive game after all… Some of them may get scouted to big teams and some of them may have to wait another year to get this opportunity again” You reasoned “It must be hard…” You looked at Han, who seemed way stiffer than his usual self before his matches. You never saw him so anxious, wide eyes darting to his father once in a while, lips bruised by his teeth, and clenched fists that turned his knuckles white.

Suddenly, all the players went to greet each other, placing themselves on their side of the court and preparing to take their positions. You bit your lips, excited, eyeing Han as he took his place in the middle of the court, attentive to the other team that would begin with the ball. Although he was nervous, you thought Han did a great job of reaching for the balls, saving a lot of nearly lost ones, and guaranteeing it didn’t touch the floor, letting his team works unworried.

The match was tight, and it didn’t surprise you that they needed to get to a golden set.

The sixth set was just as tight as the other ones.

You got up from your chair, cheering as loud as you could along with Paris and Han’s father, anxiously looking at the scoreboard. You fisted your hands when you saw the bright numbers 13/14, meaning your team was winning. One more point. Just one more. You pursed your lips as you watched Minho serve the ball, the tiny object crossing their court fast as a bullet.

To hit the net.

You shut your eyes, exhaling slowly, as the ball fell to the floor, giving the rival team an effortless point. You opened your eyes again, watching the score even though you knew the numbers would be shining with 14/14, sighing as you watched all the team rubbing Minho’s back to reassure him. He looked pissed off at himself, and you couldn’t blame him.

It could have been their victory right now.

The next point was faster than you could process. The boy from the other team ─someone with a huge 20 written over their shirt─ had been serving excellent balls until now and this time he didn’t miss it. He hit the ball hard and you could only see Han to the floor, the ball hitting it before he could get there and rebounding to fly quickly to the corner.

15/14.

Holy shit.

You saw Han stiffing on the floor, punching it angrily before getting up, throwing a look in your way, watching his father with a sad mien. You frowned, trying to yell the loudest you could to keep him focused but he didn’t seem to listen, lowering his head and pursing his lips as he had already lost. Everyone went silent, expecting the next serving.

“You can do it, Han!” Paris screamed, wobbling her glove in the air. You saw him scoff, giving a small smile but not averting his eyes from the Twenty-Guy, who once more made an incredible hit. Minho was the one who received it this time in a dig, screaming something you couldn’t understand as a tall teammate of his jumped like he was a damn building, spiking the ball for dear life.

Their Libero got it, diving beautifully to the ground as the setter got the ball, adjusting it for their hitter to spike it back. The block was immediate, and you almost cheered for the point you would get before the setter threw himself to the ground, setting it to someone else to hit. Those bloody piece of shit! Why couldn’t they miss the ball?

The ball flew back and forth as the rally went on. You stretched your neck to have a better view, eyes trailing to both sides of the court anxiously. Their setter was a mean human being. He jumped, ready to set the ball to someone else to hit, except he didn’t. He hit the ball to your side of the court, startling everyone. Han was the first to react, trained eyes connecting to the ball.

Then he hesitated.

You saw him diving, body colliding to the floor harshly, hand fisted and prepared to save that ball. A half-second too late. The ball hit the floor, right on the spot his hands rested now, and rebounded, announcing the last results.

16/14.

Their win.

As the other team cheered, hugging each other and running around the court ─ jumping and inciting their fans to cheer along with them ─, your team held their heads, sitting to the ground. Han laid there, face to the ground before his arm went to serve as a pillow to his forehead, his body totally mushy to the floor, completely devasted. He glanced at his father─ eyes holding a storm, concern dripping from them─ before he rolled and faced the roof, cupping his face in distress.

You could feel the disappointment from everyone to your side of the crowd, sitting back to your seat to sigh defeated. Han’s father seemed really sad about their loss, eyes worried and focused solely on his son, clearly concerned with how he was taking it. Paris lowered her hand, pouting as she held back her tears, her other hand quickly wiping them away from her cheeks, eyes focused on Han laid down on the floor. Hyunjin seemed alright, of course, since he wasn’t friends with him, although he seemed somewhat bad about the situation.

“Now what?” He asked out of nowhere, and you looked at him tiredly.

“Now we wait for him and try to cheer him up, I guess” You shrugged, looking at Paris.

“We should go there… Can we go there?” She sobbed, rubbing her nose to the point it got red. You watched her sympathetically.

“I don’t think so” You admitted, looking at Han’s father “Do you want to go there?” You suggested, and he shook his head slowly, seeming in deep thought.

“I think I’m heading home… He told me he was going to party after the match” He looked at you, pursing his lips “I think he’ll be embarrassed to talk to me right now… Maybe I should just go home?” He didn’t seem so sure about it, and before you could say anything, Paris held his shoulder, squeezing it.

“We’ll cheer him up, Sir” She promised, forcing a smile “You should go home, I think he wouldn’t want to show himself in front of you with that loss” He nodded, looking back at the court, sighing.

“Could you tell him I’m proud? It doesn’t matter if he couldn’t win this one… They played well, he did the best he could” He turned back to you, shrugging “I can make some phone calls… Try to get him somewhere…” He started rambling, and this time you stood up to take his hand on yours.

“Let it all to us, we’ll take care of it” You promised, and he nodded, getting up to head out. You sighed heavily, looking at both of your friends in wonder “So… How will we take care of him?” You asked worried, and Paris shot a look to Hyunjin immediately.

“You promised us a dinner” She pointed out “Let’s make it a party” She suggested, getting a scoff from Hyunjin.

“What do you guys expect me to do? Take him under my roof or something?” He laughed it off but neither of you laughed along with him.

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Han fell to the couch with a loud thud, arm hanging in the air.

“He didn’t even bother!” He slurred, trying to lift his head from the couch and failing completely with a small thump sounding when he hit the armrest again “Jus’ lemme on the floor to run away” He whined, raising his arm to bring the drink back to his lips “Whada fuck? Who drank it?” He furrowed his brows as the lonely drop of alcohol got to his tongue, dropping the bottle to the floor.

You turned your head to Hyunjin, watching as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, clearly annoyed by a drunk man on his couch, complaining all night long about his father leaving him behind on the court’s floor. Both of you had listened to this rant on a loop for at least fifteen minutes for now and neither of you could handle it anymore. You fixed your eyes in the rolling bottle for a second, wondering why you had to decide to cheer Han with drinks.

“Who drank what?” Paris asked confused, raising her head off the ground, where she laid completely wasted, eyes glossy and face flushed. She paused, getting all giddy before letting a gurgle out, looking at Han from the corner of her eyes and grinning teasingly “Champ” She said out of nowhere, breaking out into a fit of giggles.

Great.

“Okay… Why exactly did I let you bring your friends here?” Chan asked from behind, sat down on the stool with his legs crossed, a glass in his hand. He gulped whatever he was drinking, eyes judging Paris and Han for a brief moment before turning again to you.

“I didn’t think they would get this drunk” You admitted and this time Hyunjin scoffed, getting up from the floor, where he previously sat cross-legged, grimacing at your wasted friends. He dusted his clothes; picking up a bottle from the coffee table and drinking it in one go, letting a satisfied sigh leave his lips.

“I swear to god, if he says his father left him on the ground once more, I’ll throw this shit to his head” He warned, bouncing the empty bottle in the air. Hyunjin wasn’t drunk but you couldn’t doubt that he would do it by now… You felt the urge yourself to just hit Han and let him sleep, shutting him up for the night.

“He left you?” Paris asked, looking at Hyunjin full of pity, which was enough to trigger Han once again. You let a heavy sigh, grabbing Hyunjin’s wrist just to be sure, looking at him in utter defeat. He lowered his eyes to you, ignoring Paris, who didn’t seem to understand a thing around her, and fixing his gaze on you for a second.

“Why did you buy so much alcohol?” He asked tiredly, rubbing his temple with his free hand, averting his eyes to Han once again, who couldn’t stop whining about his father.

“Because you were the one paying” You answered sincerely, and he seemed to find it funny because he let a chuckle, nodding his head in amusement.

“Of course” He agreed, watching the empty bottles on the floor “You’ll help cleaning up this shit” He threatened, which made you roll your eyes. Of course, you would help to clean everything up. Who did he take you for?

“If you pay me enough I can just hit him in the head and we can let him sleep on the couch” Chan suggested, grunting, resting his glass on the island before pressing his palm against his eyes as if he was with a horrible headache “You know what? I could do it for free” He changed his mind, looking at Han in deep displeasure.

“Should we just let them here? We could just sleep” You suggested, noticing how Paris got her eyes closed for a little bit too long before shooting them open, startled with her drowsiness “It would be way more simple” You pleaded, and Hyunjin raised his brow at you.

“What if they fuck on my couch?” You looked at him like he had grown a third head, grimacing and raising your shoulders in question, as he shrugged “Actually, I wouldn’t mind at all… If it means I won’t hear about that fucking floor again, I’m more than up to it” He gave up, his free hand grabbing the bottle he was still holding and placing it on the coffee table again.

This particular gesture made you realize you were still grabbing his wrist but before you could let him go, he twisted his wrist to grab your hand and pull you up. The motion was sudden enough to startle you, and you felt yourself bumping into him suddenly, way too close to him to feel comfortable. You cleared your throat, getting one step behind, glancing at Chan who chuckled at the scene.

“I’m more worried about you fucking on my couch” He teased, watching as Hyunjin slowly let go of your hand, calm enough to sneer at him, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, because helping someone off of the ground is like the hottest foreplay I know” He smiled obnoxiously to Chan, who laughed at him. You rolled your eyes, curving to pick up some bottles from the floor. It would be better if your drunken buddies could not trip over rolling glass and die while you slept peacefully.

“Well, I guess it’s fine…” Chan mused “I mean, we have a whining bitch and a drunken woman… What are the chances they would fuck out of nowhere? I’d guess up to zero” He reasoned, looking at Paris almost asleep on the floor, snoring softly. Han was still rambling something, apparently sleepless, but you couldn’t care less about what he was saying right now.

“Let’s put a blanket on the floor so she can sleep comfortably” Hyunjin suggested, not waiting for any of you to answer, heading to his own room. Chan looked at you, raising his brow in pleased surprise.

“They seem to be getting along quite well” He mentioned, and you nodded at him. Hyunjin and Paris seemed to click along these two weeks to prepare your assignment, getting way closer than you expected them to be. You watched Hyunjin coming back with a bunch of blankets, making an improvised bed beside the TV, far enough from the couch so Han wouldn’t step on Paris at night.

“Go there” Hyunjin muttered to Paris, nudging her with his foot. She didn’t move an inch, nuzzling in herself, making Hyunjin sigh tired “I won’t let them drink ever again” He whined, pushing her with his foot, rolling her on the floor until she reached the fluff blankets. She let a satisfied sigh, curling up there like a baby, and you smiled fondly at her.

“She’s cute” You said softly, looking at her.

Paris was just so soft and loving… You couldn’t help but be grateful for your friendship. She helped you a lot through the years, even though you knew it wasn’t enough to really heal you, it was good to know you had someone as close as her. Of course, you also had Chan, your best friend, and someone who helped you out through so many things in your life that you couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to live without him.

Still, you needed a psychologist.

If all those discussions you had with Paris and Hyunjin thought you something, it was that you needed help. Real help. Not the kind friends could give. You needed professional help to really deal with all the things you needed to get through. All the things that held you back for so long. You also needed money, so it wasn’t really an easy task.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted by another whine.

“We lost it and it’s all my fault” Han slurred again, trying to turn around on the couch, so he would be laying on his side, but struggling to do so. You chuckled, trying to decide if you should help him out, give up on him, or just laugh at your drunken friend. You opted for the first, walking to the couch and helping him to get in a comfortable position.

“It’s not your fault” You reassured him, ruffling his hair softly before stuffing a pillow under his head. He hummed, closing his eyes and nuzzling on the couch.

“I’d have saved it” He slurred, too sleepy to understand what he was saying. You patted his head twice before finally walking away, going to stand beside Chan.

“Let’s just go to sleep or he’ll begin to loop this” Hyunjin pleaded, leading the way. You glanced one last time at both of them, smiling as you walked through the hall. Chan opened his door, and before you could enter his room, Hyunjin raised his brow “Do you want to sleep here? I can sleep with Chan” He suggested, and this made you laugh, exchanging a look with Chan.

“Please, it’s not like we never slept together before” You joked, nudging Chan. If one thing, what you did the most through your high school life as Chan’s friend was to sleep in the same room with him, as you didn’t have much room at your place. He laughed along with you, getting in his room.

“He’s feeling lonely ‘cause he doesn’t have a pretty girl to sleep with tonight” He nudged you back, making you snort. You followed him to his room, throwing Hyunjin a sympathetic smile.

“You don’t have it eit—“ He began to say, choking on his words as he glanced at your deadpan features, rubbing the back of his neck before grinning apologetically “Sorry, it was out of habit” You rolled your eyes, nodding at him.

“You’re lucky I’m sleepy enough to let it slide” You smirked, closing the door behind you. Chan walked to his wardrobe, getting some blankets that he carefully put on the ground, letting a thick layer of fluff fabric on the floor before looking at you.

“You’re taking the bed?” Chan asked, and you shrugged, not minding wherever you would sleep. He rolled his eyes, lying on the floor, letting you just one option. You made your way to bed, laying down and sighing relieved.

“I can’t believe it’s finally silent” You smiled, satisfied, before both of you fell asleep.

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