#now that I've looked up stuff and gotten some of the key notes that YES I MISSED I can go ''ohhhhh''

[swan2swan]

THANK YOU FOR THAT VINDICATION.

Well, I finally know what "Skinamarink" means:

"Don''t watch it"

[unabashegirl]

Safely

Author's note: HAPPY NEW YEARS! I hope you all have plenty of blessings this year. I wish you lots of love and health. In honor of the holiday, I wanted to give you a little piece. A unique piece that only my members of Patreon will be able to read further on. I've been writing it for a few days, and I hope you like it. I was thinking of making her an OC (Patreon exclusive) and make other pieces based on their relationship and surroundings. Let me know in the comments if you liked it!

DISCLAIMER: I decided to make this an OC, exclusively for my Patreon's, but I wanted to share at least ONE PIECE with my Tumblr followers.

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It had been an exceptionally long day at work, but she was finally getting into bed and getting some rest. The apartment was noticeably quiet, causing her to struggle to catch sleep. On top of it, her dog was away, and she felt unprotected. Either way, sleep got the most of her, and she allowed herself to fall into it.

“Hello?” Her phone had been ringing for what felt like hours even though it had only been two minutes. It had rung long enough to wake her up. She didn’t even bother to open her eyes to check the caller ID. Whomever it was they had pissed Y/N off.

“Kitten” A single word was enough to get rid of any grogginess from her. She pulled her phone away from her ear, trying to read the time. It read 3:06 causing her to groan.

“Please, don't tell me you are arrested again” She heard his attractive chuckle from the other side of the phone. She threw the covers off her body and sat up. Y/N already knew the answer, and she didn’t need it to come out of his lips.

“Where are you?”

“At the apartment” Y/N grabbed the first pair of jeans that she could find in the darkness.

“Why?” She rolled her eyes. He was going to lecture her. She was supposed to be staying in the house with the family. “The fuckin’ dog isn’t even there with yeh! You know where you are supposed to be when I am not home” She could picture him, spatting into the phone, worried about things that weren’t as important.

“This whole authoritarian attitude isn’t such a panty dropper like when we first met” She teased, enjoying how easily his buttons could get pushed.

“Call Henry and tell him to get here and take your ass home”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now, Y/N!” he hung up on her. He worried more about her safety than his. Sure, he had taught her how to defend herself, but he could never be too safe. He wasn’t rude or pushed her around, but his priority was always her safety. Ever since they met on that rainy day.

A stupid mistake had landed him in jail again. The fucking police officers had intercepted one of his calls and had busted in before Harry could put a bullet between the other man’s eyes. Although, the police were the least of his problems.

“Styles? You are free to go” Harry smiled with cockiness as he walked past him. “We’ll get you don’t worry” He stopped and turned to look at him. His eyes scanned for his name on his super chest.

“Copper isn’t?” He was straight out of the academy, and unfortunately, he still had no idea who he was dealing with. “I’ll make sure to remember your name officer cooper” It was an empty promise. He had no intention of going after the young officer. He just enjoyed making people uncomfortable. Harry also hated police officers.

“Here is your shit, Styles” an older officer threw him his phone, wallet, keys, and everything else that he had been carrying in his pockets when he had been detained. He remained quiet, picking his stuff off the counter. He could see Henry and the rest of his closest men outside, waiting for him. “I hope you see you soon here”. He just rolled his eyes and continued walking.

“Give me a cigarette” he interrupted Henry before he could say something to him. He had a few ears to pull or cut off. Henry closed his mouth; without any response, he gave him what he craved. “Let’s go home,” he said after he had gotten in the car. Harry didn’t want to say anything until he was in the comfort and safety of his house. He also craved Y/N. He wanted to see her, but he had to wait because business always came first for the family.

“Harry—”

“I SAID TAKE US HOME!” Henry then feared for his life.

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The state was on the outskirts of the city, and he preferred it like that. Even his father had opted for it when he was in charge. Of course, that had been a long time ago. It was much safer for everyone. The entire place was always patrolled by his men and cameras had been set up in every nook and cranny of the property which was why he had been so upset with Y/N earlier. Because there was no safer place.

“Lineup” he sternly dictated; he wasted no time. Harry was going to teach them a lesson in the foyer. He had no energy or patience to take them downstairs or to the other house where he usually took care of business. He lit up another cigarette, trying to ease the anger that was eating him up from the inside out. “Hope you don’t mind” he smiled sadistically, yanking a gun off one of his men. “What’s your name?”.

“Arthur, boss” He gulped heavily, trying his best not to pee on himself.

Harry Styles had a reputation. He ran London’s underworld. Men feared him and he liked it. His father and mother had been assassinated when he was only ten years old. His sister and he had been the only survivors in the family.

“Do you know how many men oversee my personal safety, Arthur?”

“N-no sir”

“Take a guess” he insisted as he finished his cigarette.

“20?”  Arthur looked around trying to estimate how many men were forming the line. Harry kept walking from one extreme to the other. He observed the men that had taken an oath to protect and be loyal to him.

“Get in the fuckin’ line, Henry!” He yelled, noticing that he stood behind him. “You know how I hate to repeat myself!”

“But boss—” Harry took four strides in his direction, and suddenly he was in his face. Henry closed his eyes for a second as he felt the cold metal against his temple.

“Don’t be fooled, Henry. I don’t care if you are my second in command. I won’t hesitate to paint the walls of this FUCKIN’ house with your brains. Don’t you ever talk back to me” He threatened. Harry usually wasn’t this stern, but everything had gone to shit tonight. Hence, why he was on the brim of shooting everyone. “Get in line,” he said between his teeth.

“30, Arthur. And do you know what they were doing today while I was in my meeting?” Harry knew who Arthur was, he was also aware that Arthur’s job wasn’t to keep them safe. Harry knew most of his men. He could recognize them by their faces and their names. It was his duty to know everyone who was working under his roof.

“N-no sir”

“They were playing with their balls and cocks!” He yelled then chuckled sarcastically, outraged by their careless behavior. He needed another smoke, and so he lit one up and took a drag. “Now take a step forward if you were in charge of Y/N’s personal security” Much to Harry’s distaste no one stepped forward which only angered him more. He felt as if the blood running through his veins was bubbling. “No one is going to step up. Really?” He yelled and the estate shook. “Peter”.

The man didn’t bulge and so it seemed like Harry was going to take care of it. He grabbed him by the collar and practically dragged him in front of everyone, with his cigarette still tucked between his lips.

“Were or weren’t you in charge of Y/N’s safety?” He asked, walking down the lengthy line of men.

“Sir, the thing is that —”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION! YES, OR NO?”

“Yes,” Harry turned his back to him as he tried his best not to shoot him in the head. He reminded himself that he wasn’t the same man that had met Y/N that cold afternoon. He had changed. His serenity didn’t last long. Suddenly, he turned around and shot Peter in the leg without hesitation or any remorse.

Peter’s screams echoed through the entire house. The bullet had perforated through the skin right below the knee. Everyone in the house could hear his piercing voice. Although no one said anything, and no one did anything. They feared the man holding the gun and respected him enough not to cross him.

“Let this be a lesson for every single one of you. Y/N must always be protected. Someone must always be with her. Especially when I am not around. Her security comes first” He spat and quietly walked up to Peter, who remained on the floor, applying pressure on his wound. He tried his best not to shed a single tear, but it was extremely hard. “Peter might have gotten away with it, but the next time something like this happens. I won’t be this lenient” he threatened.

Harry kneeled before him and pressed the gun to this wound instantly causing Peter to yell in agonizing pain.

“When I ask you to do something — you do it without hesitation. You are lucky that nothing happened to Y/N. Otherwise, I would have tortured you until you begged me to end your life. Make sure this doesn’t ever happen again” He dangerously whispered to him. “Consider yourself lucky, I’m giving you another chance” He retracted with a smile. “You are dismissed” he mumbled, reaching out for the handkerchief he kept in his pocket. Harry cleaned the blood off his gun and finished his cigarette.

Harry was his most patient with her, but not when it came to her safety. Once, he had come close to losing her — incredibly close. From that day forward he promised himself that he would never allow it again. He promised himself that if it ever happened again, he would let her go and never threaten again with her safety. He would detach himself permanently from her life. Even if it pained him and even if it killed him to see her go.

“That was quick” He found her, tucked in bed, her hair up in a bun with her big, framed glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She paused her show, wanting to devote her utter attention to him. “What happened downstairs?” she had heard his rough tone but hadn’t been able to make out his exact words.

“Why were you in the apartment?” he asked bluntly, without responding to her. He pulled off his blazer, setting it on the futon by the end of the bed, and then proceeded to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt.

“Because it’s our apartment and I can sleep over there if I want to?”

“What was the only condition in staying in the apartment, pup?” He stood straight, chest puffed out, arms crossed across his chest. His eyebrow raised high and pursed his lips.

“Achilles always had to be with me but Har—”

“And where is Achilles, Y/N?” Harry interrupted her, trying to prove his point.

“Getting trained” Achilles was the dog that Harry had gotten her after she had been released from the hospital. It was a Doberman and after lots of tears and arguing Y/N finally allowed him to leave for training.  “So? I had a meeting with a dangerous man. A man that with the snap of his fingers could have sent someone to hurt you” He tried his best not to involve her with his business. He never gave her details or names unless she pressured him into it.  “I could have easily found you murdered in the apartment. Or worst, you could have been kidnapped and tortured! When will you learn? All the security that I send with you is for your safety” the thought of losing her made him want to kill himself.

“I am sorry” she frowned, seeing the desperation and concern in his eyes. Y/N was very stubborn, and she knew that she wasn’t easy to handle. “It’s just sometimes, their presence is overbearing, and I feel like I can’t breathe with so many of them around” her head hung low, and she genuinely looked regretful — not like the other times.

Harry exhaled loudly and walked up to the side of her bed. He sat by the edge and was incredibly close to her. He got a whiff of her scent and instantly felt his muscles relax. Y/N reached out, noticing the exhaustion and the bags under his eyes. She inched closer and cupped his face with her delicate hands.

“I shot Peter in the leg” he admitted as she squished his cheeks together like she always does before kissing him.

“Harry!”

“He’ll live” he rolled his eyes, “His job is to protect you when I am not around, and he failed miserably today” Y/N pecked his lips multiple times before allowing him to kiss her deeply. “Don’t ever go” he whispered as their foreheads were pressed against each other.

“I wouldn’t. I love you”

“Loving you is easy. Deserving you is something else” he whispered back.

[shanie]

Hiii Shanie! (is that what I should call you? 🤔) I'm the guest from ao3 that sent you that long ass comment 😆😅

Just wanted to start of by saying how extremely sweet it was of you to do this and also how much I appreciated you taking the time out not once but twice to write back! Tbh yes my dumbass did not realise what "noodle incident" meant till you explained it so thank you for that 😊 clearly I'm a bit new to all of this. 😅

Honestly I'm extremely late to the party. I discovered zowens only a little after they won their tag titles last year. I had no idea who they were before that. I took a break from wrestling for about 13 years and only got back into it by accident because of Sami, then Kevin, then zowens. I was switching channels and stubbled upon zowens who happened to be on screen at the time.

So I've had to go back and do a bit of digging and now and then I'll find something that everyone already knew about yearsss ago 🙄😂 and I'll get all excited over it, but everyone else has already been there done that 😂 (also absolutely no one I know likes wrestling or really even knows about it 😭)

I know I've missed out on a LOT with these two (their "glory days") 😭 and I get only glimpses of the past here and there, but I guess as they say better late than never 😁 So I'm enjoying your stories so so much. It's pretty incredible the way you write and the journey you take us on through it.

Ta

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PS. the draft this week..zowens..😌

Hello again, nonnie! 

Glad you could make it! 

I was hoping to hear from you. This mess of business with AO3. Bleh. Hope they get it straightened out soon. 

First off, don’t feel bad for not knowing what “noodle incident” meant. I don’t know if a ton of people do these days. TV Tropes as a website has sort of fallen into obscurity in the past decade or so and that’s where I got the term from. Looking it up, the definition on the site (found HERE) apparently comes from Calvin and Hobbes. Of note: The way I use the term isn’t exactly correct because I have explained the pneumonia incident a little, and will do so in upcoming writing more, but I use the term improperly anyway because it makes sense to me. 

Regardless, stay tuned for more info about the pneumonia incident!  I will warn you though, the current story it’s being written into, “Never Say Goodbye”, is VERY dark. I’m probably going to have to up the rating on it. I use my writing as therapy and I’m going through some stuff right now, so this is how it is manifesting. Hope this doesn’t make you or anyone else hate me, but just know that writing it is helping me cope with my pain and getting me to a better place. 

So yeah. Forgive me. 

Second, don’t feel bad about just discovering Zowens in 2023. Some of the best people just discovered Zowens in 2023! I don’t know how much of last year you’ve managed to see but there is a fair amount of stuff just between summer of 2022 and fall of 2023 that is epic. If you haven’t gotten to explore it yet, I recommend starting HERE. It’s an episode of The KO Show from back in May of 2022 that planted the seeds of the entire Zowens storyline that would go on to them becoming tag champions. That said, as another video reference, that episode of the KO Show would actually be followed up on in August 2022 to properly start the storyline... in a post-show segment after Smackdown in Montreal. Finding video of that post-show segment can be difficult, but HERE is a fan video that has most of the encounter, minus the section that involved Matt Riddle (and the Zowens hug he spurs on) 

Really though, if I had to offer some key highlights, just in WWE, I’d recommend the last ten minutes or so of NXT’s R-Evolution PPV, their match at Battleground 2016 (DEFINITELY Key viewing), The very end of Hell In A Cell 2017 (and the Zowens segment from the next episode of Smackdown), the 10/31/2020 episode of Talking Smack, The leadup and immediate aftermath of their WrestleMania 37 match, the clips I linked above from May and August 2022, Royal Rumble 2023 main event (OMG THAT), and most of all, the ENTIRTY of the 3/17/23 episode of Smackdown which, telling you now, as a Zowens shipper was like a friggin fever dream the night it happened. Cannot understate how that was some Joker Origin Story stuff that night, but the payoff was AMAZING.  

All that said? Like Kevin said at WrestleMania 37. They met, at this point, almost 22 years ago, and the journey has been nuts. If you want a good, easy-to-absorb rundown of those 22 years or so, I highly recommend Mithen’s substack Ring the Bell. It has so much information that starts from the beginning and goes step by step along the path. They’re writing a book too! Keep an eye out for that. 

Anyway, it’s great to see you here and if you need any more tips about how to dig further into the story, let me know. I know you said “Their glory days” but the truth is, in their own words, they’re “Destined to do this forever” and the glory days aren’t over yet. The story has been going on for over 2 decades but it hasn’t ended yet and I don’t believe it ever will. The Sami and Kevin show, and by extension, The Kevin Steen and El Generico show, will never end. 

Over 20 years and counting.  Long live Zowens/Steenerico 

Enjoy the ride. 

[twsted-princess]

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#5

Pov: You're getting Valentine chocolate from the Ramshackle gang.

Melanie: "(Y/N)? (Y/N) are you here? Oh! There you are! How are you doing? Did you get any chocolates yet? W- Well........here. I- I know we're good friends but...I really like you a lot!! So...do you want to be my valentine?"

Petva: "Here ya go. See ya........huh? What? It's Valentine's day and I wanted to give you something. Look I- I'm not good for this kinda stuff. But I kinda...like you a lot and if you don't wanna be mine that's fair. But gimme a chance?"

Mori: "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Y/N)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I got something for you!!!!!!! Do you like it? Do you? I made it all by myself!! You know what this means right? Let's go on a date!!!!"

Regina: "Ah, you're here (Y/N). You're probably wondering why I asked you to come here. Well.....it's valentine's day. Here......this is for you. I know I know, this might seem out of place but I do admire you deeply. Every time I see you my heart aches to be by your side. Of course you're free to reject but please.....I wish to be your valentine."

Allison (platonically): "Waaah!! Oh it's just you. Seriously (Y/N) don't sneak up on me like that. *Sigh* Today's valentine's day. I wonder if the others had confessed yet? Have you gotten something nice? H- Huh...me? Oh no no, I'm not that interested in this kinda stuff. I'm just happy to see everyone else have fun. But I do have some candy, do you want some? Think of it as...a symbol of our friendship."

Alto: "Yo, (Y/N)!! I see you got some chocolates, being a heartthrob now huh? You got the school wrapped around your hand? Gehaha I'm just pulling your leg dude!!! Here, got you some more. Don't worry this isn't gonna be a confession. I just think you're pretty rad! Come on, let's go see if Forte found somebody!"

Forte: "(Y/N) can you come here for a second. Don't worry I won't bite you silly. Here I want you to have this. Ah, your blushing face is so cute!! Yes yes I want to be your valentine. You're not dreaming. You're dear to me you know, I've been planning this for a while. How about we talk about this over dinner~?"

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"Hey! Maybe we'll beat Ace to class today, let's go!!" "But then we'll run the risk of being scolded for running in the halls Grim." "Now now you two. I'm sure we can make it on time and get there before Ace and Deuce."

Sooooooooo ya girl commissioned @chibichibisha and LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S SO CUTE AND SHINY AND I JUST LOVE IT!!!!!! Thank you so much!!!!!!!!

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Guys have you ever gotten art so fucking gorgeous I've left speechless and wanting to scream?

NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL GETTING THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE FROM @nicoliharu AND IT'S SO PRETTY!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[kyonkyonswife]

one - see you after school

'see you after school'

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

That day was the day when I believed in nothing anymore. The moment I found out that my mother had gotten into a car accident, my heart collapsed. My chest felt heavy like I couldn't breathe. I felt like I lost a piece of me.

I knew that I wasn't the only one suffering through this. Tohru, my sister had completely broken down. I couldn't even do anything to help her, she immediately locked herself in her room without saying anything.

That night I tried getting some sleep but I couldn't, this house reminded me of her. I knew I had to leave, so I did. I packed my bags and left my room, I walked past Tohru's room debating if I should visit her room one more time.

I decided that it was probably better to write a letter since she was such a light sleeper. Once I finished writing the letter, I quietly opened her door and placed it on her nightstand.

She had tear stains on her face but I knew she would get through this. I kissed her forehead and silently walked out of her room. I reached the front door and put on my shoes. I looked back for a bit then opened the door.

"To a new world of possibilities. Tohru I hope you'll be okay on your own, I really can't stay. Some day we'll meet again sister." I mumbled as I walked through the night.

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I've been living in a tent for the past few months. It wasn't the comfiest place to live in but it was better than being at home. I knew that the moment mom had left Tohru and I, we would have to move to our grandpa's house and I honestly rather not deal with that side of the family.

I honestly just hope that Tohru is doing fine without me and that she's okay. My alarm went off as it interrupted my thoughts. I got ready for school but then saw that I had an hour before school so why not have a small walk before going to school.

Before I got out of my tent, I looked at the framed picture of mom, Tohru, and me. I told mom to keep my stuff safe while I was at school. Shutting my tent I walked until I reached a cliff where I could see all the houses down below.

The sun and slight breeze kissed my face. I closed my eyes for a bit before reopening them again. I heard a noise coming to my right and saw that there was a house. Me being curious, I decided to check it out.

Pulling out my phone and going to my notes, I quickly wrote down the house I discovered. Ever since I "moved" out of my old home I started writing about the stuff I discovered while taking walks.

I walk down towards the house and see that there were zodiac knickknacks. As I was admiring the zodiacs, a man who looks around his 20s spoke up which scared the shit out of me.

"Well, now! It's not too often I see a girl around here." He said as he folded his newspaper that he was reading.

'He low-key kinda fine, I mean wait what.' "H-hello! I'm sorry! I was looking around without permission." I say as I kept on bowing.

"Go right ahead. But wouldn't a young person like you find this place boring?" He asked as he crouched down near me.

"No, not at all! These zodiac knickknacks are adorable." I panicked as I waved my hands in front of me.

"Ah, yes. They're a favorite of mine, too." He told me.

"It's another set without a cat, though..." I said as we both looked at the zodiacs.

"Cat? Oh! Are you thinking of the cat from the old zodiac folktale?" He questioned.

"Yes! My mother used to tell my sister and me that story all the time."

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Flashback

"Once upon a time, God told the animals: 'I invite you to the banquet I shall hold tomorrow.' But the rat, who loved to pull pranks, lied to his neighbor the cat and told him the banquet was the day after tomorrow. On the day of the banquet, the rat rode on the ox's back, then leaped easily down to arrive there first. After him came the ox, the tiger, and the rest, and they all feasted merrily until dawn. All of them except the deceived cat." Mom told us as Tohru started crying.

"Tohru! Why the heck are you crying?" Mother asked as I hugged Tohru to calm her down.

"That poor cat! Okay, I've decided!" She said as she got out of my arms and went to the window and looked up to the moon, "I'm going to quit being a dog and be a cat instead!"

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End of flashback

"My, my. I wonder what face he'd make if he heard that." He said as I look at him with a smile but in reality, I was confused inside but whatever.

"Pardon?" I said with a smile.

"Anyway, so you and your sister were born in the year of the dog? That makes me feel close to you. After all, I'm a dog-" he said as he got hit in the head with a bag. "-too."

"Lay off the inappropriate flirting. Are you all right, L/n-san? Did my cousin pull any funny business?" Yuki said as he still kept the bag on his cousin's head while facing me.

You're probably wondering why Sohma-kun called me L/n. The day after I left home, I had decided to change up my look so that Tohru wouldn't recognize me. After I was finished changing up my entire look, I went to the school and told them to change my last name and to introduce me as a new student due to reasons. Surprisingly they agreed which leads us to here now.

"S-Sohma-kun! Good morning!", "That hurts!", "Did you pack a dictionary or something?" His cousin and I overlapping our words.

"Two, in fact. Good morning." Sohma said as he put his bag on his back.

"Oh, do you two know each other?" Sohma's cousin said as he held his head.

"This is L/n-san. She's in my class." Sohma said.

I bowed down to introduce myself, "I'm Y/n Hon- uh I mean L/n. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Oh. Well, I'm Shigure Sohma. Yuki-kun's cousin." He introduced himself with a smile.

"Say, what brings you here?" Questioned Sohma.

'SHIT UM MAKE UP SOMETHING Y/N THEY CANNOT KNOW THAT I LIVE IN A TENT.' "I, er, live nearby..." I said while panicking.

"You live... near here?"

"Huh."

"Well, I'll be going," I said as I try to run off but not before Yuki called out for me.

"L/n-san?"

"Yes?" As I turn around to look at the silver-haired boy.

"Since you're here, why don't we walk to school together?"

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The minute I got to school I was bombarded by Sohma's fan club. They were telling me the rules of their fan club until Hanajima, Uotani, and Tohru showed up.

Hana-chan scared them with her waves and Uo-chan just scared them. While they were scaring the girls off, Tohru had comforted me. Since I had changed my look and came here as a new student a few months ago Tohru didn't recognize that it was me.

She was the first person to approach me and we became friends quickly, that's when she introduced me to Hana-chan and Uo-chan.

"Uo-chan, Hana-chan, and Honda-san thank you for saving me."

"You poor thing, That was some bad luck!" Uotani said as she hugged me. "Hanajima, don't do the wave thing."

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At home economics room

"I gotta say, though, you sure don't come to school with prince every day," Uo-chan said.

"It made me very nervous. Sohma-kun is too beautiful..." I said while stirring the food.

"You know... I find his waves quite strange." Hana-chan says while holding up the knife near her face.

"Here comes Hanajima's wave report," Uo-chan says.

"Strange in what way?" Tohru questions.

"That's the thing- I'm not sure," Hanajima says as we all look at him.

"True, he is a little mysterious. When a second-year confessed her love to him a while back and tried to hug him. He sent her flying. Scared the heck out of her." Uotani told us.

"I didn't know that" as we continued to look at Yuki. "I wonder why-"

"You four! Move your hands, not your mouths!"

"Ah...What?" The home economics teacher said as she looked down to see that the food was done.

"We're done already, moron."

"Don't you talk big! I know Honda-san and L/n-san did all of that!" The teacher said as she pointed at Uo-chan.

"The rice is done," Hanajima said as she sat down to serve us rice.

"Sheesh." The teacher said as she walked away.

"Hey Y/n, Tohru. I'm going shopping with Hanajima after school. Wanna come?"

"Sorry, I have work today," I said as I sit down. "Me too," Tohru says.

"Right, you promised to pay your tuition, didn't you? That's rough."

"But you work almost daily. That shouldn't be necessary just for tuition, surely?" Hanajima questioned as she handed out the rice.

We talked about my job more until Uotani asked Tohru if she still lived with her grandparents. Tohru looked scared but told us that she was okay. There was something off and I had to find out what was going on with my sister. The way that she freaked out and panicked the moment Uo-chan asked her that question had me confused and worried.

"Anyways Tohru, any news about your sister? Has anyone found them yet?" Uo-chan asked.

"No it's been months now and the only thing she left was a note," Tohru explained.

As they were talking I zoned out and thought that it was about time to tell Tohru.

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It was already the end of the day. School had finished a few minutes ago. I ran down the stairs and saw Yuki.

"Sohma-kun! Thank you for this morning!"

"Nonsense. I apologize for Shigure." Sohma said as he closed his shoe locker.

We walked out of the school, "Oh, no, he's a very nice person! He even showed me his zodiac knickknacks."

"That's right, you were saying something about your sister being a cat?

"She was an odd sister but I loved her for it. I can't blame her though secretly inside I rather be a cat than a dog."

"Mhm. The cat is an idiot. And ornery, too." I looked up at Yuki surprised as we kept walking.

"L/n-san, did you know that the zodiac animals began as part of the sexagenary cycle? They were used as numerals and clocks divisions, then later yin-yang and elemental relationships were folded in with them. That's when they became fortune-telling tools. The math never left room for the cat to begin with. I think that's for the best anyway, though. What's so good about being allowed to join the zodiac? The cat is such an idiot."

"So... are you saying you hate cats, Sohma-kun?" I asked but then stopped because Yuki stopped walking to look at me.

We just stared at each other, wind blowing as leaves began to flow around us. A leaf landed on my forehead but I didn't even realize it. Suddenly my alarm started ringing which meant I had work very soon.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I have to go work!"

"L/n-san."

"Yes?!" I saw before turning around to face Yuki. As I faced him he took the left off my forehead. He was very close to me. Man, he looked hot from this angle, I mean wait what.

"You look under the weather." He said while still holding the leaf. "It's still so hot, too. You should be careful of your health." As he let go of the leaf and walked away while I was still holding my forehead.

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Timeskip

Yuki and Shigure's pov

"Eating out or getting delivery every night gets old." Sighed Shigure as the duo walked through the bamboo forest.

"You make dinner then," Yuki said.

"You only complain when I do."

"Anyone would complain about picked radishes in their curry."

"And you may be smart, but household stuff is the one thing you suck at. Two slovenly men living alone really need a woman's help." As Shigure was talking Yuki turned his head to the right to see that Y/n was walking down a path.

"Say, isn't that Y/n-kun?" Shigure asked. "What's she doing out here so late?"

"I heard her mother died... Maybe she moved out here?"

"No, the Sohma's haven't rented any of this land outside the family," Shigure explained.

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Y/n's pov

After a long day of work, I walked straight back to the tent. Once I saw the tent in the distance I ran towards it and opened it. Someone screamed so loud that I think I went deaf and I closed my eyes and covered my ears.

"L/n-san?" The person said as I opened my eyes.

"Tohru? What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I... uh... What are you doing here?" Tohru said to try and avoid the conversation.

"Well, I asked you first," I said as Tohru started to explain. Once she was finally done explaining it was my turn.

"Tohru there's something I need to tell you..."

"What is it L/n-san?"

"I'm your sister Tohru." The minute I said that tears started pouring out of her eyes. She quickly hugged me and I wrapped my arms around her sobbing.

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Yuki and Shigure's pov

We followed Y/n which led us to a small tent. From outside of the tent we could hear two voices talking, then suddenly the tent opens and L/n-san and Honda-sun came out of the tent with tear-stained faces. The four of us stared at each other for a bit until Shigure started laughing at Tohru and Y/n.

"It's not that funny, Shigure."

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Y/n's pov

The four of us sat in Shigure's house. Shigure was still laughing his ass off.

"I thought something was strange- the Sohma's own all the land in this area," Yuki explained.

"Tent... they live in a tent..." Shigure laughed.

"Um, would you please let us stay there for a little while?" Tohru asked as we both look at our hands.

"We'll leave as soon as renovations are over," Tohru added.

"I... don't have much money, but I'll pay what I can."

"I'll help pay as well," I said as I looked up to face Yuki.

"Please." Tohru and I said at the same time.

"That's a dangerous spot.", "You finally done laughing?", "The soil is soft near the cliff, and there are pervs around," Shigure said while Yuki mumbled something. "And two girls can't just live in a tent for months, anyways."

"It's alright! We're used to slugs now!" I said I stand up. "I promise, I've got more than enough strength and willpower for Tohru and me. So please...!" I said until I slowly fell back down to the floor.

"L/n-san?!" Yuki says before coming over to me.

Tohru placed a hand on my forehead and felt how hot it was, Yuki did the same.

"She's got a fever," Yuki says.

"Sohma-kun please don't call me L/n anymore, it's Honda," I say as I started losing more energy.

"EHHH?!?" Yuki says in confusion.

"I'll explain later Sohma-kun," Tohru says as she holds my hand.

"Well, I'll go get some ice to cool down your fever," Shigure says while getting up to open the kitchen. "Uh-oh, where would it be...?"

"It's the sea of decay," Tohru says while staring at the kitchen in shock.

"Nice analogy!" Exclaimed Shigure. "See what did I tell you? Part of the cliff just crumbled."

"Huh? U-um, how can you tell?" Tohru asked.

"Hmm? Let's call it animal instinct."

"Right..." Like I was believing this bullshit.

"Enough joking," Yuki says as he pulls out a first aid kit. "Don't you have the exact location?"

"Could it have been... near my tent?!" Worriedly said Tohru.

"Surely not!" As Shigure and Tohru laughed it off.

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"Oh, no! Y/N!! Our mother's picture is inside the tent!" Tohru exclaimed.

"WHAT!?!" I screamed as I tried digging the dirt. "SHE CAN'T BREATHE UNDER THERE!"

"It's best if we come back tomorrow when the sun rises," Shigure says as he puts his hand on mine. "Your mother would suffer more if you or Tohru got hurt."

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Back at Shigure's house

While I was lying down in a futon, Tohru sat beside me while I drifted off to sleep. The last thing I could hear is Tohru talking about what happened to our mother.

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The next morning

I had woken up and saw to my right that Tohru was asleep. She looked peaceful, as I was going to move a piece of hair out of her I remembered that I need to dig out mother.

"Tohru wake up! We can't afford to be snoozing! We have to dig up mom!" I said as I pulled up Tohru and ran out the door only to find Yuki walking up to us with a bag of our stuff.

"Good morning. How do you feel Honda-san?" Yuki asked as he handed Tohru our mom's picture. " I also went to your tent to get your stuff."

"Sohma-kun, please just call us by our first names so that we don't get confused," I said. "Also I would question how you got to move all the dirt but I think I rather not."

"Wise choice Y/n."

"I'll bring your stuff upstairs, I hope you don't mind sharing a room," Yuki says while smiling. "I know it's a mess, but we do have an empty room on the second floor. You can both stay here until those renovations are done."

"We couldn't possibly!" I and Tohru said while waving our hands in the air.

"The doors are lockable."

"That's not what we meant!"

Shigure out of nowhere slid to where Tohru, Yuki, and I are and asked, "do you girls like chores? Like cleaning and cooking for example?" As he got close to me and Tohru's face.

"Er, yes, we do..." We said as we slowly slid back away from Shigure.

"Welcome to the Sohma household! Your room isn't aired out, so open the windows, yeah? Oh, and I'd better get you and Tohru a copy of the house key."

"NO, WAIT! We can't do this to you! It would cause you too much trouble!"

"We don't consider it as trouble, so just accept the offer." They both walked up the stairs as we followed them. "You don't have anywhere else to go anyways, right?"

"But if we're going to impose on you, please tell us the Sohma rules and customs!"

"Nevermind that. Just be you, Y/n-san and Tohru-san, and live at your own pace. Here at this house, just be yourselves."

We followed Yuki into the room that Tohru and I would be staying in for a while. Tohru was currently behind me while Yuki went to go open a window. Out of nowhere something comes crashing down the ceiling. As the air started clearing up, a boy with orange hair stood about a foot away from me.

"You ready for your beating, rat-boy?" Asked the orange-haired boy.

"How about you just give it up already?" Yuki said as he leaned against the windows. "Since you're weak."

"Why, you. You're going to get hurt if you think I'm the same fighter I was last time!" As the orange raised his fist and was about to hit Yuki. "Here I come!" I reached out to stop him but ended up tripping on a piece of wood which sent me into the boy's back. Out of nowhere a poof of smoke appear but then disappeared, I wasn't paying attention to the smoke because I had sent a boy into the floor.

"Yuki-kun! Was that Kyo I heard?" Shigure said as he popped his head inside the room.

"I...I'm so sorry! Are you alright? Um..." As I picked up an orange cat.

"H-he turned into a cat!" Tohru said.

"That idiot."

"I-i-is this my fault?!?! I hit him wrong somehow and turned him into a c-cat?!? Anyways, he needs to go to the hospital!!" I said I stand up ready to bring him to the hospital which caused a wooden plank to fall onto my head which made me fall into Tohru, which also made Tohru fall onto Shigure and Yuki. The poof of smoke appears once again and Tohru and I were met with a rat and dog.

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[toomanyfandoms02]

The Journal // George Weasley x Reader

I LOVED THIS REQUEST FROM @rainy-day-gracie OMGGGG it was SO fun to write.

Don't forget that request are open and dialogue prompts are on my page!

Summary - Reader loses her diary and has to go on a search for it.

Word Count - 1.75k

Prompts - "When did you take that!" ~~ "I hid it."

Where was it?

WHERE WAS IT?

Now, I didn't like to refer to my personal notes as a diary, I prefer journal. But the point is, it was missing.

Missing from the small compartment under my bed where I had hid it. Not that I expected anyone to take it, but it calmed my anxiety so I did what I could.

The journal looked just like my sketch book, I did this on purpose so that people wouldn't question why I had it out and was writing in it on occasion. They would just think I'm sketching per usual. But I made sure to keep good track of it, because I truly *did* have very personal information in there, like any journal would. So at this point, I'm frantically running around asking my dorm mates if they had seen it. First asking Hermione and Parvarti because they knew of the book. Then asking Ginny Weasley and Sophie Roper.

They had all claimed to have not seen it.

So I rushed down to the common room. Checking the side tables, under the couch, on the fireplace mantle. But it was useless, I *know* I closed it in the compartment 2 days ago. I remember it distinctly because I had written a rather private thing in it that day, and I wanted to stop thinking about how it made me feel.

*Potions, one of my least favorite classes for a few reasons. (Maybe because we had it with the snooty Slytherins or maybe because Severus Snape taught the wretched class, who's to say.) But there was one thing that made the class shine for me despite the things I hated about it.*

*George Weasley.*

*Somehow we had managed to be partners for this potion by random. Much to Snapes disliking. But he had to let it go since the picking was truly random.*

*"Today we will be making the Babbling Beverage, does anyone know what this potion does?" Snape asked in his usual monotone voice. A slytherins hand shot up from the back, explaining that it makes you speak uncontrollable nonsense. George leaned across the table to me.*

*"Guess it wouldn't change much for you then, huh?" He laughed, leaning back into his seat with a shit-eating grin.*

*And that's what sparked me to write in my journal. I felt I had to do it immediately, so I did. I whipped it from my bag and held it in my left hand, not laying it on the table where he could see.*

*"What are you writing?" He asked, trying to peak at it.*

*"I'm drawing you Bimbo!" I laughed but that's not even close to what I was doing.*

**I really thought this was only the stuff you could read about, this feeling. A laugh has never brought louder music to my ears, and that smile, I feel like I've never seen him smile like that. He never fails to bring a shining moment to my day. I hope that I make him feel this way sometimes. The tightness in my chest, the way my heart feels like it's having palpitations because its beating so damn fast. Or the way I think he's just so perfect. I sound like such a teenager gosh.**

*I never used names in the thing just in case someone ever got a hold of it.*

*"Why don't you ever let me see your drawings?" He pouted, grabbing at the book and nearly having a hold of it. I snatched it from him quickly.*

*"Because I'm still learning and I don't like them very much." I lied, holding the book to my chest.*

*"I bet they look fine." He muttered with another pout before going to grab ingredients.*

After I decided there was no use in panicking, I took some deep breaths. I had to get to Potions soon, I could talk to George about this and vent to him about the stress I was under at the moment. I grabbed my Potions book from my side table and headed that way.

To keep me distracted by what I felt like were prying eyes in the corridors, (which no one was probably looking at me, that's paranoia for you) I flipped through my sketch book. I flipped through it all the way to the potions door. But one step in and I had nearly dropped it.

George sat, tipping his chair back with what I was positive was *my* journal. He looked deep in thought, his right index finger dragging down one of the pages to read it. I recovered my sketches and stomped over to him, alerting him of my presence. He stood from the seat, holding the book from my reach.

"When did you take that?!" I tried to express my concern quietly so no one would but in on the convo, my arms crossed over my chest.

"Technically I didn't take it." He replied in a cocky manner. "Sophie got it for me."

"But I hid it! That damn girl, I knew she was being suspicious. Give it back, now Weasley, I'm not playing." I held my hand out for it.

"Not until you tell me who you fancy." My face paled, he had read some of it that little snot. That made me quite scared, I did not want him knowing that.

"George it's just ramblings that I come up with, like short stories."

"These sound pretty realistic to me." For a second there his face seemed hurt, but I will have to look over it considering the situation I'm in currently. He brought it to his eye level, still to where I couldn't reach it, and flipped through pages to find one where I write something lovey. "How about, 'He made me laugh so hard I nearly choked today, how does he do it? Do girls seriously not see the charm in this man? I sure do.'" He flipped more, reaching a sufficient page clearly.

"Or, or this one. 'I like him so much I want to be part of his family. Have you ever liked someone so much you *want* to meet their family. I want to be a Weasley-'"

You've got to be kidding. You've **got** to be kidding.

I must have gotten so caught up with writing it that I just let a name slip. Why would I do that. My hand was clasped over my mouth firmly and George was still holding it eye level, seeming to read it silently. I sat in my seat and put my head on the table so I didn't have to watch anymore.

I figured this would happen this way, it wouldn't be me directly telling him. But I thought I would cry, because the thought if it happening made me cry. But I was actually just scared and embarrassed. Scared of rejection and embarrassed that it happened like this.

I heard the book lay next to me softly on the table and the seat across from me scoot out.

"I'm going to get the ingredients for today." He said quietly. I could see his feet walk away from my view under the table. My head was brought up, grabbing the journal and shoving it into my bag shamefully. He came back with small jars and measuring spoons.

"I didn't mean for her to grab your diary you know." He confessed, not looking me in the eye. "I was trying to get her to grab your sketch book. I wanted to see your sketches. But I'm guessing the books look the same so she grabbed the wrong one. I'm sorry for reading it, that was personal." He was fiddling with his hands, his key sign of nervousness, I could tell he meant his apology.

"Its okay, I would have done the same thing if I had yours." I chuckled, trying to relieve the tension in the air. That brought a smile to his face, finally looking me in the eye.

"So, do you have a crush on Fred?" He asked, his face cringing slightly.

He's kidding right? Surely he's not that dumb. My eyebrows furrowed probably as far as they could.

"What?" Was all I could get out. I could not believe this idiot right now.

"Well I hope it's not Ron, that would be a little weird I think, and surely it's not me."

"Yes it is!" I protested back pressingly.

"Its Ron?!" His face was horrified now.

"No you dimwit! It's you! Merlin are you dumb! Georgie you're all I write about in here nearly, look." I pulled the book out again, flipping to a random page. "I taught him how to braid today, he told me he didn't know how and I told him I was perfect to practice on. He's actually quite good at it, I think he knew how to braid. For a moment there he was just playing with my hair and I thought that I might just blackout, it was a dream." It was from a night in the common room. "Or, more proof. 'The boy was sitting across from me on the couch in front of the fireplace today. It was perfect to draw, or at least try. The sketch is kind if shit but I can tell its him and now it think I'll look at it every day because I loved that moment.'"

George's face looked so happy. It was another one of those smiles that drove me mad, but I guess everything about him drove me mad, didn't it?

"You really feel that way about me?"

"Of course I do. I thought it was obvious. And I'm sorry to spring it on you like this."

"Well I certainly was too much of a wuss to do it myself." He said with a nervous smile.

"You mean, you feel the same way?" There's absolutely no way.

"Well of course." He said, as if it was the most casual and obvious thing in the world. "Do you see me act the way I do around you with anyone else. Braiding anyone else's hair, trying to stay calm and collected and seem cool around anyone else."

"Well that's because we're best friends."

"But is that the case for either of us?" And he was right. We only acted this way around eachother because we were hopelessly pining for one another, without even knowing it. And it was consistently working.

"Well aren't we just the perfect pair." I said with a giggle, pouring ingredients in the cauldron for the first time in 10 minutes.

"Are we a pair now?" He asked with a cheesy smile.

"Is this your way of asking me out Weasley?"

"Maybe."

"Then yes, we *are* a pair."

[tanzaniiite]

OVER IT • TSUKISHIMA K.

requests: CLOSED

warnings: angst galore

word count: 2.9k

this idea has been in my head for the past couple of days and i’ve finally got to write it out, i’ll be back to request killing after this. enjoy!

It was a simple statement.

You didn't mean anything by it, so you weren't sure why your boyfriend was making a big deal out of nothing. At least, you assumed it was nothing. It's obvious that Tsukishima has trust issues, that you were well aware of. But you've known him since middle school. One would believe that you've passed that hurdle in your relationship, right? Wrong.

Being around Kei felt like a being around a time bomb. Most people didn't know what would trigger him and his resting bitch face didn't make it any easier either. Of course, having dated him for almost a year now and knowing him for more, you knew what to and what not to bring up. But like most people, you slip up. Who knew ten words would cause so much turmoil?

It started off normal, well as normal as a study date could be. The practice had ended early for some reason, you decided to not pry about it. You, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi walked home together. The walk was relatively quiet, with you and Tadashi having a small conversation of your own. Once Yamaguchi went on his own merry way, Kei carefully held your hand with his. You glanced at him and smiled slightly. "Oh, what's this? Tsukishima Kei, showing affection?" You teased, swinging your hands back and forth slightly. Tsukishima's cheeks were dusted a light pink, if you asked, he would swear it was the heat (even though the temperature dropped almost an hour ago). But you both knew that you were the only one who had the power to make him flustered, even if it wasn't by much.

"Shut up. I'm your boyfriend, I can't hold your hand?" He questioned, staring straight ahead. You giggled and poked his cheek, "Nope, not you. It's weird" You taunted. It was all fun and games until he snatched his hand away from yours, which caused a whine to leave your lips. "Hey!" You pouted, trying to grab his hand again. "No, it's weird right?" He retorted, holding his hand out of your reach, knowing it was impossible for you to obtain. He chuckled as you jumped trying to get him to hold your hand again. After five minutes, he decided to take pity on you and hold your hand once again. You glared at him, "You're so mean" You stated.

"Of course, I've got to give my girlfriend the full Tsukishima Kei experience"

The walk to his house was full of playful banter exchanged between the two of you. But the minute Kei spotted his brother's car in the driveway, his demeanor changed. You didn't notice the change right away, "Oh, I didn't your brother was visiting from college" You said, still holding Tsukishima's hand. The blonde pulled his hand away from yours and stuck them in his pockets, "Neither did I" He replied, walking ahead of you.

You followed behind him, now noting the solemn mood that took over. You knew Kei didn't talk to his brother much, after the whole "incident" between them. His mom often complained to you about the gap was growing in her two boys' relationship. You couldn't help but feel bad, you knew it was a pride thing when Akiteru lied to his brother. Obviously that doesn't excuse it but still, you understood.

"I'm home, Y/n's with me"

Tsukishima called out while taking his shoes off with you following suit. Akiteru popped his head in the foyer, "Hey lil bro, long time no see" He chirped. Kei just nodded, not bothering to respond. You didn't miss the slight hurt that flashed on his older brother's face before he turned to you. "Omg Y/n, you've gotten so big since I last saw you! How are you?" He asked, pulling you in for a hug. You hugged back, smiling, "I'm good, how's college life? Is it as good as the movies?" You inquired.

Akiteru has always been like an older brother to you, way before you and Tsukishima started dating. He was the reason you two got acquainted in the first place. Akiteru worked for your parents for a couple of summers. And when your parents threw their annual 'End of the Summer' cookout, Akiteru finally accepted their invitation and brought Kei along with him. The rest was history.

"Ha! I wish, it's hard to party when you're swamped with work but that might just be my poor management skills talking" He laughed, scratching his cheek lightly. "Enough about me, what brings you here?" Akiteru asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh, Kei is gonna help me study for a bit" You answered, suddenly noticing that your boyfriend was no longer in the foyer. "Ah that's good, well I'll let you get to it. Wouldn't want to keep Kei waiting, I think we both know he doesn't have a lot of patience" Akiteru said, whispering the last part causing you to giggle. You waved to the eldest Tsukishima brother as you made you way upstairs to Kei's room.

You opened the room door before closing it gently behind you. Your blonde boyfriend was already at his desk, reading a textbook, his headphones snuggly placed on his head. You walked over to him, lifting one side of his headphones, "Thanks leaving me alone with your brother" You whispered in his ear before pulling away and sitting on his bed.

Tsukishima took off his headphones and turned to look at you, "Sorry, it didn't look like you minded" He replied back. You took note of the snarky tone he used, he's annoyed with you for speaking to his brother. You mentally rolled your eyes, how petty. "My bad, maybe it's because I haven't seen the dude in almost a year" You muttered while rummaging in your bookbag. Tsukishima just stared at you before turning back to his textbook.

You two did work in silence for a good ten minutes before you spoke up. "Are you still mad at Akiteru?" You asked randomly. You knew this was a sensitive topic for your boyfriend but the tension you felt in the foyer earlier wasn't imaginary. "Who said I was mad at him?" Tsukishima inquired, not bothering to look at you. "Uhh, says the tension that was in the air the minute you saw his car" You retorted, looking up from your own textbook.

There was a short pause before he responded, "Well no. I'm not mad at him. Annoyed? Yes. Mad? No" He replied curtly. You knew you could push a few more questions before Kei got to his breaking point. "Well, why? What did he do this time?" You asked, resting your chin on your hand. "Nothing" Kei stated with a note of finality in his voice. Signaling to you that he didn't want to speak about his brother anymore.

But you didn't care. You knew what this was really about, and against your better judgment, you decided to push your agenda. "Clearly, it's something. You don't give dry ass responses to your brother for no reason Kei" You spoke, the textbook in your lap long forgotten. Tsukishima scoffed, "Please. I give dry responses to everyone". You raised an eyebrow, "You don't give dry responses to me" You insisted.

"You're different. Plus I did give you dry responses when I first met you" He claimed, still staring intently at his textbook. You sighed heavily. "Kei, you can't keep holding on to what your brother did. Yeah, it was wrong but he apologized and it happened years ago–" You started before you saw Tsukishima's hand curl into a fist. "Don't speak on things you know nothing about" He said, through gritted teeth.

You narrowed your eyes, was he fucking serious? "What the hell are you talking about? I was there Kei! So was Tadashi and that other kid, I know what I'm talking about" You argued. Finally, for the first time in this whole conversation, Tsukishima turned to face you. If looks could kill, you would be dead on the spot. His honey-colored eyes glared at you and his eyebrows were furrowed causing creases between them.

"Clearly, you don't. If you did, you would know it's not that easy for me to let something like that go. He lied, Y/n" Kei snapped, his glare not once faltering. "Everybody lies Kei. You're smart enough to know that also applies to your brother" You explained, staring at the blonde in disbelief. Why was he so adamant about holding on to this? What was the problem? "That's not the point." He huffed, turning around again.

"Then what is the point Kei?"

Tsukishima just shook his head, returning to his work. You blinked, was he ignoring you now? Wow, so childish. You huffed through your nose and picked up your discarded textbook, "I seriously can't believe you haven't gotten over this yet" You uttered, flipping the pages to the right chapter.

And there it was.

The time bomb finally stopped ticking.

Next thing you knew, Tsukishima slammed his textbook shut and swiveled around in his chair at the speed of light. His face was red and he was shaking, in what you assumed was anger. This, however, wasn't an unfamiliar sight. You and Kei have argued before and you guys would argue again. You were both fireballs, and you know what they say about fighting fire with fire...

"Get out."

"I'm sorry, are you having a tantrum?"

"I said: GET OUT!"

You flinched slightly at his raised voice. You watched how his anger subsided for a hot second before he sat down and returned to his textbook. All you could do was scoff and pack your stuff. He always did this, you always tried to help him. Always tried to get him to open up and what did you get in return? Anger, that's what you got. Every fucking time. You zipped up your bag and flung it over your shoulder before storming out of his room, slamming the door behind you.

You put your shoes on as fast as you could, but it was a little hard to do so with the tears clouding your vision. "Hey" Akiteru spoke softly, sitting next to you on the stoop. You sniffed, "Hey. Kei and I finished studying. So I'm leaving if I could get this stupid shoe on–" You claimed, as you struggled to get your left shoe on. Akiteru took your shoe from you, "I heard you and Kei arguing... you don't need to defend me y'know" He stated as he helped you slip on your shoe with ease.

"I know but he's being such a dick about it. You already apologized, what more does he want?" You asked rhetorically, wiping the tears in your eyes. Akiteru only shrugged, "I don't know what he wants. But I do know he has every right to be upset with me. I lied to him for three years, I would be mad at me too" He spoke, whispering the last part.

"You had a good reason tho–"

"But that doesn't make it okay"

"I know but–"

"Y/n. Kei will forgive me on his own time. I can't force him and neither can you. All I can do is wait and all you can do is support him. I get the feeling he isn't pleased with his girlfriend siding with his brother" Akiteru joked lightly. He gently patted your knee before standing up and stretching.

"Now c'mon, let me drive you home"

The next week was a nightmare. Tsukishima didn't speak to you and vise versa. If he wanted to be an asshole, then so be it. He'll never catch you trying to help him again. But... you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss him. You missed how he would walk you to class, how you two would sit in the courtyard together for lunch, how you would walk him to volleyball practice before going to the library to wait for him. The list goes on, Kei was a big part of your life whether you wanted to admit it or not.

"Y/n! Y/N!"

You turned around to see blue and orange bounding toward you at full speed. You quickly step sided before they collided into you. "Hey Hinata, Kageyama, what's up?" You asked, looking at the two boys trying to catch their breath in front of you. Suddenly they both bowed simultaneously, "Please tutor us!" They asked in unison. You chuckled nervously as students passing by gave you three weird looks. "Uh.. sorry guys but my marks are fairly average. I don't think I'll be any help to you" You claimed, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Please? Tsukishima won't tutor us anymore! He's been a real jerk lately" Hinata huffed, his cheeks puffing out slightly. "More like an asshole" Kageyama commented before quickly stuttering out, "S-Sorry! I know he's your boyfriend–". You held up your hand, "It's okay, I know. He's been the same way with me. I could tutor you guys before practice if you want?" You suggested.

"Yes! Thank you so much Y/n! You're the best!"

Hinata hugged you tightly and you patted his head. "You're welcome Hinata, I'll meet you guys at the gym later" You confirmed, before pulling away and walking to your next class.

Why did you agree to this again?

You loved Hinata and Kags, you saw them as little brothers but.. these boys are idiots. You wanted to tear your hair out. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you tried to explain the formula to them one more time. "Come on guys, it's not that hard" You claimed, leaning your head in your hand. The gym floor was hurting your butt and you couldn't wait for Daichi to show up so you could leave.

Not to mention, you wanted to get out of here before he who shall not be named shows up. "I'm sorry Y/n, I just don't get it," Tobio said, erasing his paper for what seemed like the hundredth time. You sighed, "Y'know what? It's fine. We'll pick this up again tomorrow, you guys have to get ready for practice anyways" You stated as you started packing your stuff. The boys nodded following suit.

You bid them goodbye as you left the gym. Once you turned around to head home, the last person you wanted to see was standing a few feet away from you. Tsukishima stared at you, his eyes widen by a fraction, probably surprised as to why you were in the gym. Next to him was his right-hand man, Yamaguchi. Tadashi just looked between the two of you before heading off to the club room on his own. You didn't blame him, the tension in the air was thick.

"Hey stranger"

"Hey."

You walked to Tsukishima, deciding enough was enough. As much as you hated to admit it, you missed your sarcastic bean pole of a boyfriend. When you stopped right in front of him, he nodded towards the gym, "What were you doing in there?" He asked. Ugh, you got a migraine just thinking about it. "I was trying to teach your friends some math turns out I overestimated how smart they were," You said, looking up at your boyfriend. "Yeah? Well, that was your first mistake" He replied, the smallest of smirks gracing his lips.

You smiled sadly, looking down at your feet, "I miss you" You muttered. You fully expected Tsukishima to pretend to not hear you and make you repeat yourself like he always did. And you two would makeup and all would be good again. But.. he didn't do that. Kei lifted your chin with his fingers to make you face him. He then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You, of course, hugged him back as he mumbled something against your hair.

You stifled a giggle as you leaned back to face him. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Can you repeat that?" You asked sweetly. "Really Y/n?" He groaned. You nodded, looking at him expectantly. Kei rolled his eyes before looking at you seriously, "I missed you too. And I'm sorry for being a dick" He apologized, kissing your forehead tenderly. A small pout formed on your lips, "Why are you sorry? I pushed you and that's on me. You'll forgive Akiteru on your own time, and I'll support whatever you do. Whether that's giving him forgiveness or the silent treatment" You declared, holding his face in your hands.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, "Stop being so dramatic, it's annoying. But, you were right. I can't be mad at him forever. He's been trying to make things right since then and I guess I pity him" He explained, still holding you in his arms. "Hm. Well, take it slow, there's no rush. Akiteru will be happy either way. Now go to practice, you're late" You scold, pulling away and pushing your boyfriend towards the gym. Kei grabbed your hand before you walked off, "Hey Y/n?". You hummed in response looking back at him. Your heart skipped a beat as he looked at you with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.

"I don't what I'd do without you, so thank you for being in my life"

You smiled widely, pressing a soft kiss to Kei's lips, "Aw, look who's being dramatic now".

In the end, you never found the answers to your questions. And that's okay. Because you'll support Tsukishima in all his endeavors, petty or not. Because that's what partners do for each other. Tsukishima wasn't over his brother's betrayal and even though you didn't really understand why... that was okay. Because this was about him, not you.

And so, you got over it.

tanzaniiite © 2020 — all rights reserved. do not repost, modify, or copy. do not plagiarize. thank you.

[shelby-love]

KELLY SEVERIDE

Poor Defense

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: Happy ending obviously! xx

"Babe are you sure that you're alright?" You ask him for the fifth time. You're standing outside his car, watching him join you outside like a hwak.

Your boyfriend Kelly just doesn't seem to be okay. You watch him grab your duffle bag along with his. Usually that's not a problem for him but you see him strain his shoulder. His face says it all.

"No, I got it. You don't have to." You reach for your duffle bag.

"What do you mean? It's not a problem babe seriously. Let me." You sigh in defeat and grab his free hand. You part ways in the locker room and you join Shay in the ambo.

"Did you notice anything weird about Kelly?" You ask her. You're sitting at the floor of the ambulance and spying on him with the jump bag next to you. Making it easy for you to switch your eyes to it and act like you're not spying on him but rather doing your job.

He's at the squad table, bickering with Capp like nothing in the world is wrong or at least slightly twisted.

"What do you mean?" She tries to play it smooth. Of course she knows. The guilt has been eating her alive.

"Hm. That's weird." You suddenly say. The subject that is your boyfriend drops and you focus on the jump bag next to you.

"What's weird?"

"We're missing some painkillers. But I'm sure I ordered them." You sigh. Explaining that to main tower is going to be a pain in the ass. "Never mind. We'll figure it out."

"Okay I can't do it anymore." She sighs in defeat before throwing the last of the towels inside and sitting down next to you.

"Can't do what Shay?" You ask your partner. Shay is stressed and scared. But for what?

"He's not okay Y/N."

"Who's not okay?"

"Kelly!" She exclaims. "He went to check his injury and the doctor told him that they will need to operate and he won't be able to work for a year. Ever since then I've been helping him."

"You took the meds?!" You're shocked beyond words at this point. Not only was your boyfriend hiding a serious injury from you, he was also using his best friend and putting her in danger of losing her job. Hell even you were at risk now! "Les this can cost us our jobs!"

"I know! It's just... He's so stubborn and I was afraid that he was going to take the matter into his own hands."

Damn his stubbornness! "I will take his stubbornness and shove it so far up his-"

"Hey girlies." Brian Zvonecek interrupts you innocently. "Do you have any towels to spear?"

***

"When were you going to tell me?" You just barged into your boyfriend's private room and now you demand answers.

"Tell you what babe?"

"That your shoulder is getting worse and that you made Shay steal meds from the ambo just so you can work and risk your life." You tell him that in one single breath, with ears red as a tomato. You're angry and disappointed in him.

His face said it all. Busted.

"Look baby..." He stood up with caution. "This was just a one time thing. I'm fine now. I really am."

"No Kelly I don't think you are."

***

You have free time and you decide to use it to make up with Kelly. After what happened at the firehouse you didn't exactly find it in you to talk to him without bringing up the injury and starting a fight.

You wrecked your brain for possible explanations and after putting yourself in Kelly's shoes you decided to forgive him. He explained himself enough for you to build up the trust once more.

"Babe?" You walk around your shared apartment in hopes of finding him somewhere convenient enough to talk things out.

"In the shower!"

His reply is loud and clear. His off limits to talk now.

When you walk into the spacious bedroom it's almost like the air is completely different. Something seems off. You notice his jacket that lies on the bed, probably because he's headed somewhere.

While the shower runs in the background you take his jacket into his eyes and instinctively search through its pockets. You were never the type to rummage through his belongings but you felt like it needed to be done.

What you found shocked you. Pills.

Much stronger and illegal medication. 5 times the strength from the ones Shay took from the ambulance. You had one question in mind: Where did he get this?

Feeling your blood boil at the newfound sight you reach for his phone without a second thought. Someone must've gotten this for him and you were going to find out who.

Calls were a dead end and you quickly turned to look through his messages. The newest contact being someone named Anna.

It's obvious the moment you scroll through their conversation. A conversation way to long for your liking that started just a day after you confronted him about it.

You feel betrayed. He promised he would do the surgery.

You throw his phone back on his nightstand and fish through your pockets for your own. The moment you have it you swipe through your contacts and press call. "Yes?"

"Les who is Anna?" You ask her. The human encyclopedia for Kelly's past flings and girlfriends.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because..." You make sure to quickly hide in the kitchen so he doesn't hear you. "I just found out that he's still using pills. Illegal and stronger meds. And I know it's not you because you and I both don't have access to this kind of stuff."

"Uh..."

"I went through his phone and before you tell me how I shouldn't have done that... I had every right to protect him from risking his life because he's so freaking stubborn!" You huff into the phone. You clutch the meds in your hand until they're almost grinded into powder. "The name's Anna."

"Oh Jesus..." You hear her sigh. "An old flame and pharmaceutical rep. They never slept together but he did kiss her."

You start to see red. "I figured as much."

After taking a deep breath you bid Shay your goodbyes and start to pack your bags.

"Y/N-"

"Save it." You place the last of your shirts into the duffle bag. Ready to fly out of the apartment.

"Why?"

"Why?! Are you serious right now?" You ask him angrily. "You know what Kelly? I should've reported you for taking unprescribed medicine the moment I found out! No actually I should've reported you for making Shay steal them for you.

I can't believe I thought you were going to do the surgery. I stayed quiet knowing that your little stunt could cost me my job-"

"But you didn't do anything."

"Exactly! I didn't do anything to stop it. In the eyes of the whole CFD I am a careless paramedic in charge that doesn't take inventory seriously and instead allows firefighters to take whichever meds they prefer to themselves. Add my romantic relationship with the firefighter in question to the mix and my career is gone! Poof."

After a few deep breaths you zip your duffle bag. "I am not mad that you went to your ex fling for help. I am mad that you lied to me. You made me think everything was alright and when I found out you promised me that you would do the surgery. Not for me but for yourself and us. Yet again. You lied."

Knowing that staying in the same room with him for a second longer would make you stay, you decide to stalk out of the room and the whole apartment, leaving your own keys in the kitchen so you don't get tempted to come back.

***

"Shay let me in c'mon." Kelly banged on the door of Shay's apartment knowing that you were inside. "I need to talk to her."

The man you call the love of your life wasn't going to give up and both of you knew it. Frantically, with both hands in the air and if possible both legs too, Shay mouthed "What do I do?"

You nod towards the door, "Open the door."

She mouths back. "Are you sure?"

"Hey! Stop mouthing to each other and open the damn door!"

"Damn you Kelly!" Leslie shouts at him before opening the door and dissappearing into her room with a loud slam of the door.

It's been two weeks since you "moved out". You didn't give him the time of your day at work but the time you spent apart was eating you alive. Killing you actually.

His handsome self barges into the living room and spots you on the couch. Curled in a ball with tea in your hands and a blanket over you. The silent battle of eyes stops when he takes three long strides towards you and pulls you in for a kiss. A kiss that feels like homecoming.

You pull away flushed to the bone and encourage him to take a seat next to you. You place the blanket over his lap like you always do. Some things die hard.

"I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"The surgery Y/N. I'll do it."

Your mouth falls open in an 'O'. "So you're not here to ask me to move back in?Cause I'm still paying rent for that place."

He chuckles in a way that makes you weak in the knees. "You didn't let me get to that part."

"What made you get a change of heart?" You place your steaming hot tea on the glass coffee table and make yourself comfortable on the couch, your eyes never leaving his.

"You." He said simply. It made you blush against your will. "And the pain. It's horrible."

A bubble of laughter escapes your lips. "I love it when I make you laugh."

His statement caught you off guard making you blush even more. "I'm supposed to have a better defense."

"No you don't." With that he placed his index finger under your chin and lulled you into him. He spoke a soft apology in the kiss and you accepted it by kissing him back.

"Let's go home." Kelly whispered. Sorry shining in his eyes.

"Okay."

This time it was you leaned in for a kiss.

MASTERLIST

[saltysideblog]

Delilah's Kill Count: Oh Shit Six

Author's Note: Back to gore and body horror.

One Two Three Four Still Four >Oh Shit Six<

Find me on Ao3!

The fifth time she killed a man was also the sixth.

Delilah had been texting regularly with Cleo.

Cleo:

look at sebastian!! he fell into my bowl :D

She'd sent a picture of Sebastian, sopping wet, a single piece of cereal on his head. His whiskers were droopy with milk.

Delilah:

haha! he looks so angry

Cleo:

serves him right for stealing my breakfast

Delilah:

naughty boy

Cleo:

XD

Delilah's chest swelled with pride. She'd reconnected with Ted, gotten a job and now she was making a new friend. Everything was going in her favour. She was doing a good job at being funny and approachable. She was being... normal. And Cleo was great.

Delilah:

i've gotta go to work

Cleo:

ok have fun :P

Another picture of Sebastian, falling face first into the bowl of cereal, milk splashing everywhere.

Cleo:

he went back for seconds!!! >:(

Delilah smiled, slipping her purse over her shoulder and grabbing her keys. She kept smiling on the bus ride to work and all the way up the elevator to the office. When she came in, Ted was leaning on her desk. Delilah smiled at him.

"Good morning!"

Ted looked surprised, then suspicious.

"Good morning?"

"I'm on time."

"I can see that."

He looked nervous, "Bianca wants to have you over for dinner."

Be cool, Delilah, cool. "Oh?"

"Seven, my place?"

YES! YES YES YES! "Yeah sure."

For the first time ever, data entry didn't seem so boring.

That evening, she picked out a grey turtleneck and was agonizing over wether to wear a skirt or slacks. She sat on her bed, towel wrapped around her head. She typed away excitedly on her phone,

Delilah:

ted invited me to dinner tonight!

Cleo:

:D that's great!

are you excited?

Delilah:

yes!

we haven't really spent time together since he reached out

i hope i don't mess it up

Cleo:

it will be fine

just don't talk with your mouth full ;P

Delilah:

very funny.

that's not what i meant

what should i wear?!

She sent a picture of the clothes on her bed.

Cleo:

skirt

Delilah:

ok thanks

Cleo:

let me know how it goes! <3

Delilah arrived five minutes early, shifting nervously on the stoop. She fiddled with her earrings; the clip-ons pinched her lobes. She smoothed her skirt and knocked on the door. Ted appeared, holding a hand up,

"Heads up, Bianca is going to hug you."

"Why?"

"Because I told her about Abner and how you know..." he gestured vaguely, "How you looked up to him and stuff."

Delilah nodded and she shyly stood in the entrance. Ted's apartment was swankier than she expected, with soft orange light and high ceilings. The smell of tomato and basil wafted from the kitchen. A petite woman peeked from around the corner,

"Is she here?", she caught sight of Delilah and opened her arms wide, "Oh honey, come here."

She wrapped Delilah in a tight hug, "I'm so sorry about your brother", she rubbed Delilah's arms in a comforting sort of way, "Ted mentioned you were close."

Delilah glanced at Ted, a blush creeping on her cheeks. She mumbled, "I wouldn't say close..."

Bianca led her towards the living room, left hand squeezing Delilah's arm. The fireplace crackled. Something glinted in the light.

"Bianca, what's this?"

Ted cringed.

Bianca wiggled her fingers, "My wedding band, isn't it adorable?"

Delilah's face fell, "Wedding?"

Bianca pouted, "Oh yes, I wish you could've been there, but Ted told me you had to take care of your mother."

Ted hid his face in the palm of his hand.

Delilah stared blankly at the ring, "No... no, Abner took care of her..."

Bianca reached for an album on the mantle, "We have pictures!"

They sat on the plush leather couch and flipped through page after page of happy people in suits and dresses. Bianca giggled and pointed at her and Ted, mooshing cake into one another's faces. Messy faces, all smiles. Delilah's stomach gurgled. Not now.

Ted poked his head through the doorway. "Dinner's ready."

Delilah poked her food with her fork. Some kind of pasta with red sauce Bianca learned to make in Italy. Ted sipped his wine. Bianca stared at them both,

"So...", she clasped her hands together, "Delilah, how have you been holding up?"

"Mmh?"

"Now that Abner's gone."

"Oh you know...", the nausea started to set in, "...It's been bringing up a lot of...",

...the sting of a needle... it's medicine... the fever, the vomiting... the drowning sensation the first time her powers manifested... the splinters she got all over her arms and legs when she learned to phase through wood... do it again... a power dampener tightening around her neck... more needles... we'll just have to keep trying...

She swallowed thickly, "...unpleasant memories."

Bianca made a sympathetic face. Ted said nothing. Delilah could hardly keep her food down. Not now. Not yet. Please.

It's time.

Delilah stood abruptly, hand flying to her mouth. The chair toppled to the ground, a wine glass spilled and Bianca yelped. Ted shouted,

"Shit!"

Delilah retched, barely able to contain the goo. Ted was yelling now,

"Goddammit! The bathroom is down the hall!"

Delilah ran as fast she could, spilling slime on their nice carpet and hardwood floors. She gripped the bowl tightly, tears streaming down her face, a rainbow streaming out of her mouth. She was too worried about being late; she should've waited. She heard hushed voices on the other side of the door,

"I told you."

"She's your sister."

"She's a freak, Bianca!"

"Ted..."

"They all were!"

"Ted..."

"Is it not enough I got her a job?"

"..."

"Imagine that, at our wedding."

"..."

Delilah wiped her eyes and mouth. She sat on the floor and hiccuped. They stopped talking when she flushed. Delilah opened the door and avoided both their gazes. She said in a small voice,

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine", Bianca glared at Ted, "I'll get a mop."

Delilah and Ted were alone in the hallway.

"Why didn't you invite to me to the wedding?"

"You know why."

"I thought you wanted to be friends."

Ted scoffed,

"Please, this was Bianca's idea."

Her lip quivered and she fought the tears. When she looked up, Ted was gone.

Delilah left the apartment without another word.

She waited at the bus stop, sniffling, pulling her coat closer to her body.

Two drunken men walked on the sidewalk across the street. She stared ahead, not looking at anything in particular, when one of the men shouted,

"Hey! What're you looking at?"

She turned away, looking down the street in the hopes the bus would appear and save her.

The men crossed the street. The first man shoved her, "Hey, weirdo", the other man came round behind her, "why you crying?"

"Go away."

They poked her face and laughed, "Aw, whassa matter? No friends?"

"Stop it.", she swatted their hands away. They shoved her again, "Tha's not very nice." "No wonder she has no friends."

She snapped.

She grabbed the man by the front of his jacket and pulled him forward. She spun and phased, all while gripping the man tightly. She pushed his back into his friend.

The two men merged into a mass of flesh and limbs. One man's jaw unhinged, eyes bugging out of their sockets; the other's forehead and nose poking through the teeth, his mouth and chin jutted from the throat. The new entity gurgled and shuffled, blood frothing up around the edges of both mouths. Its breathing was laboured. They lurched in opposite directions, desperately trying to separate, pulling at the seams and ripping in areas where the skin was too thin. It moaned in pain, falling over itself and writhing on the ground. The fingers wriggled wildly in every direction, hands slowly inching towards Delilah's shoe.

She ran before it could grab her.

It didn't survive the night.

[ghostofbrock]

venomous words

on a rainy afternoon in new jersey, the kids didn't have an option to go outside or not since they knew how strict their mother was on days like this and how their father would react if he saw mud tracked into the house. they'd be toast with the chancla.

so ellie played with her barbie dolls on the carpet in the living room floor with a small smile on her face, giovanni sat on the couch and watched over his baby sister while trying to look for something to watch in netflix, specifically a movie. luke and auggie were upstairs in their room playing whatever the newer generation was into. the two boys were in sweats that had crumbs on them since the boys were munching on potato chips as they played their game. their mother had just arrived from long and stressful day at work, she sat in her car for a minute or two to collect herself before entering her home where her babies and husband would be waiting for arrival. well maybe just her babies... once again.

she covered herself with her purple umbrella since it was pouring rain as she got out her car, closed the door and locked it before walking to her front porch that wrapped around the house. she closed her umbrella as soon as she was covered by the porch's roof. she grabbed her house key out of her pocket and opened her door.

"mom's home!"

she hasn't stepped foot into her home and she was already called out by her kids. luke and auggie jumped out their beds and ran downstairs as soon as they heard their older brother yell. ellie dropped her doll and skipped over to her mommy as gio stood up from the couch and walked over to her.

as sara closed the door behind her and turned around, she was attacked by hugs all over her body. from her thighs to her shoulders, her children had her trapped in a loving hug.

after she kissed them each and asked about how their day went, they went back to what they were doing before she came home. later they were expecting a home cooked meal that she always provided for them since mattia rarely cooked for them nowadays and sara didn't like having her kids eating fast food all the time either for their health. at times it was acceptable but if they didn't need to eat it then they wouldn't.

sara was now sitting at the island that was in the kitchen, she opened the bottled water she grabbed from the fridge and took a sip.

"how was work?" her oldest son's voice came from behind her. he walked from behind her to next to her and leaned against the marble island. "stressful. overwhelming. busy. i don't know how i'm gonna do it..." she rubs her temples with a groan. "don't over work yourself, ma. you got this, you always do." gio rubs his moms shoulder softly and flashed her a smile. a smile that made her feel better and made her smile.

"i know it's just that i wanna do as much as i can for this project. i've worked my ass off for years for this to finally happen and i'm so close. only a few more months of ridiculous amount of stress then i'll have my own clothing line." a weak smile formed on her lips, gio's heart swells at the sight. he knows how much his mom has been wanting this but he also knows how much she can overwork herself.

"isn't dad helping you with any of it? he said he would, right?" gio asked with his mother with hope as she took another sip of her water. "uh yeah. he is but there's certain things he can't help with." she gave her son a tight smile laced with lies.

truth is mattia hadn't even talked to sara about her huge project that she has been working on for over a year now. he thinks his wife can do it herself because of how strong she is but little did he know how weak she was getting from handling everything by herself. she was never the one to ask for help but this time she did ask for help from her husband but his answer?

"you're being dramatic"

so she never asked again and instead asked her close friends who were of course open to help with anything she needed. she knew that the kids had brought up the project while they talked to mattia recently either at dinner or something similar. and being the good father mattia is he had to lie because he knew if his kids found out their parents weren't helping each other out then they'd question why and jump to conclusions which leads to arguments and picking "sides".

"oh yeah. i've been helping her with scheduling everything and keeping the tabloids updated. she's not as stress thanks to me."

sara would just simply nod and give a small nod to the kids and glare at mattia who just rolled his eyes at her.

"like what?" gio asked. "it's personal business stuff, g. don't worry about it, okay? i'll be fine. but did your dad take you guys out for breakfast like he said he would?" she changed the subject with a smile.

gio avoided eye contact with her which she automatically meant no.

"h-he just forgot. that's all." he stuttered a bit. sara tried to remain as calm as she could. she didn't want to lash out in front of her baby and took a mental note to talk to mattia tonight about not taking the kids out for breakfast.

"you don't have to lie to me, ya know? i won't get mad at him." she sighed and gave her son a reassuring look. "when i woke up this morning he wasn't here. he sent me a text as well saying that something came up and he had to go meet up with his manager for a gig." he simply explains. "so i made breakfast for us instead and lunch too. he sent us money for post mates but i was just mad-" he stopped himself from venting to his mother about his father.

"i didn't use the money. that's all." he shrugs as sara looks at him with sympathy.

"he promised me that he'd try hard for us. to try being more involved... why would he lie?" gio claps his hands together. "sometimes work gets in the way of things, honey. trust me if he could clear his schedule for a whole week just to be with us he would, okay?" the fact that sara was defending mattia wasn't something she wanted to do.

she had to because she didn't want her son to think bad about his own father, she was trying to protect at least both of them.

after their little conversation sara made dinner while the kids were being entertained by the activities they were doing before she got home. as sara looked over at the clock, she sighed.

it was seven o' clock and mattia still wasn't home. usually he'd send his wife a text saying that he was going to be home late but when sara checked her phone she had no new messages. the kids were now sitting at the table with their mother. she sneaked a quick text to mattia before eating with her babies.

sara: are you on your way yet?

she got no response after she sent it. she called twice and still nothing. she was beyond livid at this point. first, he didn't take the kids out for the day, then he doesn't respond to her text or calls her back? this was the third time this month that this occurred. she didn't show it but she was pissed off at dinner and while she tucked this kids into bed.

"is daddy gonna tuck me in too?" ellie asked as she held onto her stuffed giraffe. "yes, baby. of course. when he gets home i'll tell him to come and give you a kiss, okay?" sara's soft voice said as she placed a strand of hair behind her ear. ellie simply smiled at her mother.

"goodnight, angel. te amo." sara kisses ellie's nose. "buenas noches, mommy. te amo mas." the two giggled. once sara finishes tucking in her kids, she goes to her bathroom to take a shower. she then changed into some house shorts and one of mattia's shirts that fit her like a dress.

she went to the living room and ate ice cream as she watched good girls. without even knowing it, she fell asleep on the couch. she was woken up by someone whispering her name softly and rubbing her cheek gently with their palm.

she opened her eyes to see mattia with a smile. oh how much she wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his stupid face.

"did you make dinner?" he questions her. "yeah. we ate already so i put your plate in the fridge. now if you excuse me i'm going to bed." she was too tired to deal with him right now. she would have to be up bright and early tomorrow for meetings and such so she just didn't want to argue with her husband right now.

she got up from the couch and tried walking away but mattia reached out for her hand to stop her.

"you guys didn't wait for me? what happened to family dinners?" he asks with a pout as he held her hand. she quickly glanced at the clock on the wall for a time check.

2:34 a.m.

"i was not gonna wait till now to eat with you and neither were the kids, mattia. family dinners means that everyone has to be here at reasonable times." she sighs and glares at him. "where were you anyways, mattia? it's past midnight and you barely got home." she questions quickly and changed the subject.

"i was out. it's not a big deal, babe." he scoffs at her.

"not a big deal? if it's not a big deal then why can't you tell me where you were?" she remarked quickly and crossed her arms over her chest.

mattia gives her a look, as if she was crazy or something. all she wanted to know was where he was at, what was so hard about that?

he started walking to the kitchen, sara quickly followed him.

"sara, i've had a long day. please don't start with me right now..." he huffs as he opens the fridge and grabs his plate of cold food. "says the guy who comes home late smelling like alcohol and cigarettes." she looks at him from across the island.

"i didn't do shit! all i did was go to a bar with alejandro and alvaro after i finished my meetings. they drank but i didn't because i knew you'd react like this and treat me like some kid!" he was getting frustrated with her at this point, he showed it by banging his fist on the island. his breath reeked of alcohol so she was even more pissed off that he was lying to her about drinking.

"all i wanted to do was come home to my wife and kids. a nice home cooked meal and after the kids go to bed and we all settle down, maybe some good sex with my wife but i can't have that can't i? ever since you've gotten this attitude all you ever do is complain! you're on bitch mood twenty four seven, sara!" he was now raising his voice at her.

sara had no energy to argue with him right now. literally nothing left. she had a long day, she just wanted to sleep. she looked at him with tired eyes, she scanned his facial expression and saw the anger he always had all of a sudden now. right now she ignored it and walked away, but he didn't let her.

"where the fuck are you going?" he turned her around a little bit too rough. "to bed, mattia! i'm too tired to deal with your bullshit right now." she stated as she tried not to yell at him.

"whatever. go ahead, walk away. that's all you're good at since you can't do anything right. you definitely can't be a good wife." his words felt like knives. she felt like her heart was getting stabbed completely, over and over again.

she walked off, pretending that what he just said didn't phase her and went upstairs quietly so she wouldn't wake the kids.

little did she know, gio was hiding behind a pillar near the stairs where he heard everything.

she went to the room which she shared with her "husband" and jumped into bed. she laid in bed for a minute, thinking about what mattia said. his words repeating in her head like that one song that could never get out of your head.

"you definitely can't be a good wife."

those venomous words scared her pretty much. she couldn't believe he said that... why would he say that? was she really not a good wife? what was she doing that made her so horrible to him? was it the kisses? was it her cooking? was it her looks? was it the sex? the constant need of having him around? what was it?

whatever it was made her feel like she wasn't good enough which was not the case.

sara was always good enough.

she cried herself to sleep that night. and hours later she felt his presence next to her body, his arms wrapped around her keeping her warm but it didn't make her feel loved like it usually did. no, she had a different feeling. she felt like she was in bed with a stranger. why was she feeling this way? shouldn't she be happy that he was still willing to sleep in the same bed with her?

all the questions she thought of made her feel more insecure, not about herself but about her marriage with the man she loved so much. the last thing she wanted was to lose him, it would ruin her.

she hopes for an apology of some sort. perhaps a date to make it up, she'd be willing to forgive him. she knows he lied about not drinking, mattia could never say no to not have a beer or three with the boys. he wasn't thinking straight, she knows her husband too well.

he just didn't want to admit that he was drinking because he didn't want to feel more guilt than he was already feeling since he missed out on dinner.

so the next morning she was woken up by the smell of pancakes and bacon. she went downstairs and saw gio and mattia cooking at the stove, auggie and ellie coloring on the table while luke looked sleep deprived as he walked into the kitchen with his mom.

"morning, amor." mattia walks over to her holding a plate of stacked pancakes with all the works. he bends down a bit to kiss her oh so sweetly, they both smile into the kiss. "i handled everything you needed to do today so we can all spend quality family time and to start off the day i thought of making breakfast." he hands her the plate where she takes it and sits at the table. once everyone is served the all began to eat.

"you have to cook more, pop. these smack!" auggie speaks as he licks his lips. "maybe i will." mattia laughs as he looks over at his son. "how'd you sleep, ma?" gio asked simply. the way he asked her sounded like he knew something (which he did since he heard what his father told his mom last night) but no one thought too much of it.

"good, baby." she lied with a smile. gio could tell that she was lying but he wasn't going to confront her about eavesdropping on her and mattia.

they all ate breakfast in peace and with joy. gio couldn't stop looking at his mom and dad. especially, his mom since she seemed so happy. didn't mattia's drunk words hurt her? was she really pretending that nothing happened between her and her husband? he couldn't believe she was still protecting mattia after what he told her.

"what's up with you?" luke nudges his older brother's elbow slightly. "what?" was gio's response. "you keep on staring at mom. i get that she's beautiful but it's starting to look weird now. quit it." luke let out a dry chuckle after he spoke.

gio just rolled his eyes and finished his breakfast. once the family finished eating they were told to get ready for a day out. mattia said that he'd be taking them out to the carnival since it happened to be in town.

"hey, can we talk?" mattia closed the door behind him as he walked into his bedroom. sara was sitting at her vanity deciding what necklace to wear that she had in her jewelry box.

"yeah, what's up?" she nods and turns her body to face him. he sits in the edge of their bed as she sat across from him in her spinning stool.

"first off, i want to apologize for last night. i know i should've gave you a heads up about dinner and coming home late. yes, i did drink and i didn't mean any of what i said. i was drunk and stupid. i'm sorry, mamas." he gave a look filled with guilt and he really didn't mean those things that he told her last night.

"tia... i accept your apology, okay? you just had me worried because you weren't texting or calling me back. and i just had a stressful day overall yesterday." she sighed. "i know, baby. you shouldn't be overworking yourself either. i also took the liberty of organizing all of your meetings and handling the little things for your project. i know you've wanted this for the longest time and i hate to see you so worrisome about the little things, babe. i wanted to help you." he explains which made her heart feel a certain way. only he was able to give her that feeling as crazy as it sounds.

"i really do have the best husband in the world, huh?" she giggles. "and i have the best wife ever. being all sexy and shit." he winks at her which makes her blush.

"come give me a kiss." he adds and she obeys. she gets up from her chair and straddles mattia's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and plays with his hair. she dips her head down, he catches her lips with his own. the kiss was soft and sweet, all of their worries seemed to wash away. almost as if all their problems went away as well... boy were they in for it.

[quokkalatte]

Affinity pt.3

It takes Hoseok a moment to figure out what has woken him up. He blinks groggily in the darkness of his room, sleep clinging to him and he nearly falls back into its succumb. He turned over, a groan leaving his lips and noticed his phone was illuminated and he'd gotten several text messages from Namjoon.

"Damn him to hell" Hoseok mutters and he grasps his phone, wincing at the bright light. The turned the brightness down for his eyes to adjust. It was 4 in the morning, and no decent human being would be awake this early. Hoseok growled, checking the messages.

Joon: It's in

Joon: Hobi get up we have to go

Joon: don't make me come and get u

Joon: Jung Hoseok I swear you're going to get us in trouble . Get. Up.

Hoseok cursed, quickly typing back a response.

Hobi: I'm up. On my way

Hoseok quickly got up and pulled a tshirt over his bare chest and pulled on some jeans over his boxers. He slipped on some shoes and grabbed his keys, setting off towards the garage. He stopped when he saw your door. He turned towards his living room, grabbing a pen and an unimportant piece of mail, writing down that he had to run some errands and he'd be back soon.He quietly pushed open your door, and set the note on the bare side table. He glanced at your sleeping form, curled up under your blanket, soft breathing sounds coming from your lips. Your ears twitched, but other than that you remained asleep. Hoseok smiled fondly, his fingers brushing over one ear before he left.

Namjoon was waiting for him by the billboard advertising Seoul's McDonald's a few miles from their destination. He was leaning against the hood of his car, a sucker stick poking out from his mouth. His eyes followed Hoseok's car as he pulled up. He walked over and leaned into his window.

"About time" he grunted and Hoseok glared at him

"I was sleeping, you know like normal humans do" Namjoon grins at him, pulling the sucker from his mouth, his lips stained a slight red "You're the one who wanted to do this Hobi"

"Yes I know that Namjoon. It's good money" Hoseok says. Namjoon hums in reply, studying his treat before returning it to his mouth.

"Well let's get going then, wouldn't want to loose our business partners now do we?" Namjoon grins and ruffles Hoseok's hair before returning to his own car and Hoseok headed for the drop off.

The warehouse was used to store miscellaneous parts for the majority of Seoul's business that needed heavy storage space. Kitchen appliances in some areas. A room in the back to store perishable foods. But mostly used for auto part storage. Seoul had a lot of car shops, Hoseok's wasn't the only one (but by far the most well known in the South) and they all had their parts stored here. Which helped with the underground business Hoseok and Namjoon were involved in.

Hoseok walked down the shelves containing microwaves and high end blenders. Namjoon followed close behind, his eyes raking over the products appreciatively. When they got to the section where car parts were stored, both men grew on edge. Hoseok glanced around the dark building creaking and setting his nerves alight. Namjoon wasn't any better, his hands twitched to the concealed handgun on his hip, covered by his jacket. "Are you sure they're here?" Hoseok murmurs.

"Positive. Same meeting space."

Namjoon replies. Hoseok grunts, walking forward and onto the section where tires were stored, Namjoon remained rooted to the spot. Hoseok looked around. Something had to be wrong, he would have met up with him by now. A slight clang made Hoseok turn on heel, his arms rough with goosebumps. He took a step towards the noise, and then felt the cold barrel of a gun press against his neck.

"Your late" A voice says calmly

"I'm here now." Hoseok replied in the same tone, his heart thudded in his chest.

"You kept me waiting. I don't like to wait" the voice said, a hint of malice in his tone.

"Ah, but you like getting paid more don't you Hiroto?" Hoseok smirks, and a short chuckle came from behind him. The barrel was removed and Hoseok turned around to meet the dark eyes of Ki Hiroto. His lips were pulled in amusement.

"You got me there. You're getting slow Hoseok, it's worrying" Hiroto stuck his gun into the waistband of his jeans.

"Still kick your ass every time we race though" Hoseok replies, and Hiroto snorts. Namjoon come rounding the corner, and sighs upon seeing the two.

"There you are. Thanks for letting me know" Namjoon says wryly. Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"Do you want your stuff or not? I was beginning to think you weren't coming. I'd risked my ass three times getting the stuff here and you don't have the decency to show up on time"

"Like I said, I'm here now" Hoseok replies.

"Well you aren't the one having to get through police scanners and dodgy truck drivers who'd turn you in the second they knew what you were carrying are you?"

"Do you want the money or not?" Namjoon but in, his jaw twitching with aggravation.Hiroto narrowed his eyes at Hoseok's companion, but turned and walked down the corridor. The two followed him, coming to a clustered set of boxes. Hiroto pulled a knife from his short sleeve and slashed the packing tape open, gesturing towards the corridor Hoseok peeked in, tugging a piece from the container. It was a piece to a engine, the name of the brand inscripted in Japanese. He scrutinized it, and smirked at his business partner.

He says, digging into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills, placing it into Hiroto's hand. The man gave a small smile, patting Hoseok on the shoulder."Always a pleasure Hoseok"

"I can say the same Hiroto. See you in two months" Hoseok nods and Hiroto turned and skulked off, leaving Namjoon and Hoseok alone. Namjoon scoffed when the Japanese man left, and Hoseok laughed. "I'll never understand what you have against him. He's a delight"

"To you maybe. He likes to cheat"

Namjoon growls, pulling the now candy empty stick from his mouth, sticking it into his pocket.

"Of course he cheats, how can he not in this line of work? You're just bitter because you lost 40,000 won to him in a pocket game" Hoseok folded the box of parts and placed another on top, walking out towards their parked cars. The sun was rising now, a hue of reds and golds were peeking over the trees and bathed the area in soft light. Hoseok opened the back door to his car, pushing the boxes inside. He'd take those by the shop before heading home.

"I'd earned thar money racing fairly, and he cheats at blackjack just to take it from me" Namjoon set a couple boxes himself in his trunk.

"Well Joon, my dearest companion, You shouldn't have placed so much money against a notorious cheater" Hoseok laughs and Namjoon glares at his friend's lack of empathy towards him.

"Sometimes I question who's side you're on"

Hoseok pulled out of the shop, delivery of parts finally unloaded and ready to be dealed out next race. The parts were stolen from a manufacturing facility in Japan, some of the finest parts you could ever want for a race car. Freight trains and trucks always robbed of the parts as they were being delivered to shops and stores and storage houses. What they never knew was it was always people on the inside that stole them. It was a risky business, meaning death if caught. But the pay was always good. The parts were then sent all over the world, to car shops to be resold or to places like Hoseok's shop where street racers used them to earn yet living in driving. Japanese parts were guaranteed the fastest, and Hoseok always made a profit selling then for half the original price, he earned way more money dealing the parts around than the mechanic shop he ran. He always covered his tracks too, there wasn't any way he'd every get caught selling stolen parts.

Taehyung watched Hoseok leave. The mechanic was in on it of course, being the one who normally stored the parts in the cellar so conveintly built under the auto shop, with only three people knowing it's existence.

While Taehyung had been taking boxes down, Namjoon and Hoseok spoke in Hoseok's office.

"I was thinking of coming over later" Namjoon flips through one of Hoseok's many car magazines the racer had collected over the years. Hoseok raises his eyebrows and shrugs

"If you want"

"Can Jin and Jimin come? Let Y/n meet some other hybrids? I doubt Yeonsoo ever allowed playmates" Namjoon closed the magazine and set it on the shelf. Hoseok mulled over yet words, unsure of how you'd react to two male hybrids in a place you were getting used to.

"I don't know Joon..." Hoseok hesitated

"They're perfectly well mannered. And if Y/n us uncomfortable, then we can leave. It's been awhile since we've hung out alone, and not at the tracks or here" Namjoon says. Hoseok chewed his lip, then nodded.

"Okay, you can come later. Give me a bit of time to clean up" Hoseok says and Namjoon snorts

"I've seen your house Hobi, when is it ever not clean? Sometimes I wonder if you even live there"

Hoseok pulled into the garage around noon, already feeling exhausted after being up so early. He pushed open the door and walked down the hall, hearing the sounds of the TV going. He entered the living room, immediately smiling at the scene. You were sprawls out on the floor, a patch of sunlight bathing you from the window. Your eyes were closed with content and not sleep. Your tail, which was curled around your waist, flicked gently as you listened to the show on TV.

"Hey Kitten, sorry I left so early, I had errands to run" Hoseok says. You immediately sit up, eyes wide.

"Hoseok!" You yelp, scrambling up to hug him tightly. He let out a gasp, your grip was strong. Your tail curled around his waist as your ears tickled his throat. "I missed you" you say, and Hoseok smiled, petting the base of your ears affectionately.

"Missed you too Y/n. Did you get my note?"

"Yeah, that's why I didn't panic." You hum, pulling away from him, leaving his body cold. You curl up on the couch, Hoseok coming to join you . You folded your legs, tail wrapping around your waist as you watched the TV. Hoseok studied you, how perfectly content you seemed to be, how comfortable you were with him and his house. It made his heart warm a bit.

"Hey Kitten?" He used the nickname to draw your attention to him. You turned to look at him, head coke curiously.

"Yes Hoseok?"

"Namjoon is coming over in a bit, you remember him right?" Hoseok says. You nod slowly, remembering the man that was around Hoseok the night he rescued you. "Right, he's coming over, and his bringing his hybrids too" you eyes widen, and your fur puffed up a bit at that."I can ask him not to of course" Hoseok says quickly, not wanting to upset you furthur. "But I figured you wanted to meet other hybrids, I've only met Seokjin and Jimin once but their nice and gentle." Hoseok assures you. Your fur lies flat as he spoke, curiosity replacing anxiety. "But if you don't want him to bring them I'll ask that he leaves them home" You think for a moment, weighing the options.

"No.... it's okay Hoseok. They can come over. It's your house after all" you say.

"I don't want you uncomfortable Y/n. It's just as much as your house now" He says. You smile at that, a short purr pushing up your throat.

"I'll be okay. Let them come over"

Maybe it was a bad idea, you thought, your nerves getting the best of you as to heard the knock on the door. You didn't know many other hybrids, and the ones you did know had been to handsy. Yeonsoo had always taken you with him to parties, which meant everyone was drunk and looking for something to fondle. Yeonsoo had the habit to allow hybrids to touch you, never letting anything else happen of course, that was his job.

But you couldn't keep letting Yeonsoo's doings scare you away from living happily. Hoseok was better than your old master, and he hasn't let anything hurt you thus far, so you steeled your anxieties when Namjoon walked in with two male hybrids

One had jet black hair, little milky white ears peeking up. His tail was long and thin and twitched every so often as he peered around. The other, a cat hybrid like you had soft calico ears and a tail. He seemed slightly more bold than the other, straying a bit away from Namjoon to peek around. They were both very handsome, and it shocked you how stunning their features were.

Even with your new found philosophy of not letting things cause any hurt, you still stuck to Hoseok' s side as he greeted Namjoon happily. Namjoon spied your timid form, and offered a dimpled smile.

"Hello Y/n"

"Hello Namjoon" you reply politely. He gestured to his hybrids

"This is Seokjin and Jimin. Jin is a sugar glider, and Jimin is a cat like you. I got Jin first, and then Jimin because sugar gliders are more suited to having a companion to be around, so they don't get lonely." Namjoon explains.

"Why not have two sugar gliders?" You question curiously, then freeze. "I-I'm sorry, that was rude" you stutter out. Namjoon shakes his head with a smile

"You're fine. I was originally, but I found Jimin at a shelter and took him home instead. And Jin seems to enjoy his company well enough" Namjoon patted Seokjin's shoulder and the sugar glider gave a shy smile. Jimin flicked his tail and gave Jin a grin

"I would sure hope he likes me, we've been living together for 3 years" He snorts and Seokjin laughs. Hoseok watched you cautiously, seeing how you reacted. So far you didn't seem uncomfortable, which was a good sign.

"Let's sit down Kitten" he murmurs, walking towards the couches and you follow immediately. Namjoon sits in a chair, beginning a conversation with Hoseok immediately and you curled up and watched them silently. A dip in the couch informed you of another presence. You turned to see Jimin grinning back at you. Your eyes widen, a rush of anxiety pricked your nerves at his closeness, but he remained a respectable distance, folding his legs to face towards you.

"Hi. I'm Jimin" he says casually.

"Y/n" you reply shyly. Jimin was incredibly beautiful, and that made you a bit uneasy towards him. But your shyness only made his grin widen. "You don't need to be shy Y/n. I'm good" he affirms. Seokjin had come into your line of sight, drifting away from Namjoon to sit on the floor next to Jimin. His eyes were fixed on you. "And this is Seokjin, but we all call him Jin." Jimin reaches over and runs his hand gently through Seokjin's hair, and the hybrid hummed in content. "he doesn't talk much, but when he does he makes awful jokes" Jimin laughs, and you join in. Seokjin gave Jimin an affronted look.

"I don't make awful jokes! They're witty and hilarious" Seokjin snaps, his pride wounded.

"Can I hear one?" You ask politely, and Seokjin turns to you, and his eyes brighten

"Really?" He says with excitement

"Yeah, I've never heard a lot of jokes." You shrug and Seokjin gives a gasp of horror.

"Well don't worry Y/n, I have more than enough jokes to go around"

"Unfortunately" Jimin huffs, but the twinkle in his eye showed his true colors of teasing. Seokjin swats his arm and glares

"Oh hush you enjoy them. You laugh every time" Jimin giggles and it caused you to join. Okay, so maybe other hybrids weren't so bad, at least these two aren't. "Okay Y/n here's a joke."

"I'm ready" you affirm

"What did the ocean say to the other ocean?" Seokjin asks. You cock your head.

"What?"

"Nothing. It just waved" Seokjin said, and immediately started to giggle and Jimin laughed. You joined them, and soon all three of you were in fits of laughter over a joke that wasn't even that funny.

"Seems their getting along well" Namjoon comments as he takes a sip of the soda Hoseok had given him. Hoseok looks over, seeing how engrossed you were with the two hybrids, one in particular. Gone was your nervousness, and you were scooted closer to Jimin as he told a story. Your eyes bright as you listened intently, ears pricked and tail curled delicately in your lap. Some type of emotion clenched inside his stomach, and a jealous feeling overtook him seeing how well you got along with the make hybrids. Hoseok quickly turned to look back at Namjoon.

"Yeah, that's good isn't it? She'd been nervous before, but now she's comfortable. That's great" Hoseok says, taking a long drink of his own soda. Namjoon raises his eyebrows, humming in response.

"Yes. I was worried they'd intimate her, Jin's so tall and Jimin has a personality to him" Namjoon rolled his eyes. "But I'm glad they're getting along. The boys seem happy too." Hoseok nods, taking another drink of his soda, not being able to push away the angry feeling thats was well mannered and said nothing but nice and polite things to you, even complimented your looks and blushed like he was a kitten again. Namjoon hadn't seen Jimin like this for awhile, and he wished he new why Hoseok thought his cat hybrid would harm you.

'It's first owner paranoia' he decided abstractly. 'I must have been like that with Jin when I first got him.' Now memories of Namjoon always hovering around Seokjin when he took him to the park came into mind. How his anxiety caught up to him with he saw Seokjin interacting with other hybrids, always afraid they'd hurt him or say something nasty towards his sweet sugar glider. But the hybrids were always friendly, enjoying Seokjin's presence just as much as the hybrid did with them. Which lead Namjoon into adopting Jimin, he felt bad for leaving Seokjin all alone whole he worked, and Seokjin wasn't one do deal with loneliness well, thus Jimin came to their lives, and they've been happy since.

"Thanks for having me over" Namjoon chides when he stood in the doorway a while later. The sun was about to set, and it was nearly time to eat supper. Hoseok had extended the invitation for dinner, but Namjoon waved him off. He could tell the racer was on edge and he wanted to get home as well, knowing cuddles were within reach.

"No problem, you're always welcome" Hoseok told him.

"Don't worry too much okay Hoseok? You're doing a good job" Namjoon told him. Hoseok blinked

"What?"

"With Y/n. You're doing fine. I could tell you were on edge, but don't worry it gets easier. She's a wonderful hybrid. You're lucky" Namjoon nodded, and clapped Hoseok's shoulder before walking down the drive to his car. Hoseok closed the door, a small frown on his lips. It quickly turned into a smile when you walked up to him and watched him.

"Are you okay Hoseok?" You ask. He nods distractedly.

"I'm fine. Did you have fun?" He asks nonchalantly as he went and sat down on the couch. You joined him, sitting down next to him. Your ears perked at the question and your eyes lit up.

"Yes! Thank you for letting them come over. Jimin is really sweet and Seokjin - Jin I mean- is really funny. They tell good stories and Jimin came from a home like I used to have. But just like me, someone good found him and now he's happy" You grin. Hoseok smiled at you, his heart swelling at your happiness.

"And you're happy here?" He asks cautiously.

"Absolutely" you tell him firmly. "Do you- do you think they can come over again? Namjoon, Jimin and Jin I mean" you ask shyly. Your eyes were wide, and it was almost like you were giving him puppy eyes despite being a cat. Hoseok felt like putty in your gaze.

"Of course, anything you want kitten "Oh God, how was he going to resist you?