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Cowboy Sukuna (Part 1)

Sukuna became a cowboy so he wouldn't have to let anyone tell him what to do. And because he wanted to put some distance between himself and his little brother so Sukuna wouldn't drag him into his mess. Sukuna is made for the lonesome cowboy life. He doesn't need anyone by his side. He isn't looking for love. At least that's what he thinks until he meets you, a pretty girl in a flowery dress and cowboy boots who somehow knows how to tear Sukuna's walls down.

Cowboy!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Cowboy AU, fluff + smut Word Count: 7.5k Playlist: Cowboy Sukuna Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes, alcohol, fistfights, blood. Minors don't interact. This story is inspired by @sweetlandspos fanart of Cowboy Sukuna (also this is the selfie he sends Reader). I saw him and fell in love, and I just HAD to write a story about this sexy cowboy. Divider @/benkeibear. The art in the header was used with permission from @/sweetlandspos

Sukuna grew up thinking he belonged nowhere. He can't even remember his dad and his mama didn't want him either. He was raised by his grandpa, but Sukuna was a wild one, a rebel and troublemaker, famous in his small town but for all the wrong reasons. He got all those tattoos when he was far too young, got into all those fistfights, broke all those hearts, and even got into trouble with the cops once. His gramps told Sukuna he was a bad influence on his little brother, so when Sukuna was old enough, he left it all behind and bought this old ranch in the middle of nowhere.

He renovated the old farmhouse all by himself and built his own life out here. A life he could be proud of. It's a lonely life. No wife, no kids, not even a girlfriend. Just Sukuna and his dog and horse and the cows. And lots of hard work. But it's what Sukuna tells himself he wants. The bad boy cowboy never even considered getting married. He doesn't think he is made for love. He isn't even sure he deserves it or is capable of it. Sukuna enjoys life out here in the middle of nowhere and tells himself he doesn't need anyone by his side, anyway.

If he wants to fuck, he can drive to town and flirt his way into some pretty girl's bed. It's never anything serious. Just a few hours of fun and then Sukuna is gone again. No goodbye kiss, no exchange of phone numbers. The only thing he leaves behind are some muddy bootprints on her front porch, and some cigarette ash flicked out of his car window.

Sukuna doesn't expect to ever find love or even want to find it. And he certainly doesn't think that he will meet his future wife on a random Tuesday morning in the shabby old hardware store he has been frequenting for years.

He got into his pickup truck at sunrise, driving several hours to the small town to buy some things in the hardware store, and that's where he runs into you, a sweet little thing in a flowery dress and pretty cowboy boots, wringing your hands nervously when Sukuna has some questions regarding the pond supplies he wants to buy.

He grins at you, taking his cowboy hat off and nodding at you respectfully, all polite because contrary to what he looks like with all his tattoos and the intimidating height and muscular build, he can be a gentleman if he wants to, and you seem like such a sweetheart, Sukuna thinks you deserve his best charming self.

You tell him it's your first day working here and you have to check with your boss. You apologize profusely to Sukuna, and he can't stop the smirk from spreading over his tattooed face because you are so damn cute.

He tells you, "It's okay, ma'am, I have time.", and watches you get all flustered before you hurry to the back of the store.

You return a few minutes later with a warm smile on your face and answer Sukuna's questions, showing him around and also helping him pick some other things he says he needs (which he doesn't, but he likes the way you smile at him and the way your sweet flowery perfume fills his nose anytime you move).

You even insist on helping him load the items into his pickup truck,

"See it as compensation for my earlier lack of fishing pond knowledge."

And Sukuna laughs and thanks you,

"There is nothing you have to compensate for. I am very pleased with your service."

He eyes the nameplate attached to your dress and addresses you by your name, letting it roll off his tongue in his low, velvety voice that he knows girls find sexy. Sukuna can see that you are affected by his charm, and he grins broadly at you when he tips his cowboy hat in a farewell. And you smile so sweetly at him, and Sukuna is pretty sure you really mean it when you tell him to come back again soon.

Sukuna is back in town only a week later, picking up a new saddle he ordered at the local saddler, but he drives past the hardware store on his way back, and something makes him slow down, makes him take one last deep drag from his cigarette and then flick the cigarette butt out the open window before Sukuna pulls into the small parking lot.

Sukuna tells himself it's a good idea to have a little look around when he already made the long drive into town anyway. He could use a new toolbox. The old one is still functioning, but this new one comes with a sweet girl in a cute little skirt and those shiny cowboy boots. Sukuna spends thirty minutes in the little shop until he finally sees you coming out from the back.

Your gaze meets his, and he sees the way your eyes widen just as Sukuna grins at you, tipping his cowboy hat in greeting and casually strolling over to you.

You smile brightly at him, remembering him (Of course you do. Sukuna knows he always leaves an impression), greeting him by his name, and asking him how you can be of help.

Sukuna cocks his head, a lazy smirk spreading over his handsome, tattooed face, letting his gaze travel over your pretty face and cute curves, thinking that he definitely knows some things you could help him with. He is pretty sure he could have you in his truck in no time at all, his calloused hands slipping under your cute little skirt while your pretty mouth moans his name. But something makes him hold back.

It's untypical for Sukuna. He drove all the way to town and will only be here for a few hours. Usually, he makes good use of that time to get his fill of some sweet pussy wrapped around his cock to keep him satisfied for the long lonely nights to come once he is back home again, riding over the plains, herding his cows.

But Sukuna looks at your sweet smile and your genuine kindness, and it doesn't feel right to only fuck you and then leave again to never see you again.

And so Sukuna doesn't try to get under your skirt but instead leans down to grin at you and ask you to help him pick a nice new toolbox.

He walks out of the store an hour later, not just with a new toolbox but also a new BBQ grill, some lawn chairs, and a saddle bag he could have gotten in much better quality at the saddler he just came from. But it's okay because it meant that he could spend a whole hour with you in the shitty little hardware store, letting you show him around, talking to him in your sweet voice with the thick accent, while Sukuna watched your little skirt sway around your knees.

You accompany him to his truck again, and Sukuna smirks at you like the devil that he is, asking in a teasing voice,

"Is this some new service your store offers? Helping every customer load their stuff into their cars? Or is this a special service just for me?"

His smirk grows bigger when he sees how flustered you get once again, and he adds,

"No need to get all shy on me, sweetheart. I like being your favorite customer."

You giggle nervously but smile that bright smile at him again and quickly ask him where he lives and what he's doing for a living. And Sukuna laughs and points at his cowboy hat,

"This is what I'm doing. The hat isn't just a sexy accessory."

"Oh? So you're really a cowboy?"

"Yeah, as real as you can meet one. I have my own ranch a few hours from here. Just me and my animals."

You smile at him, getting a slightly dreamy look in your eyes, telling him,

"That sounds nice."

Sukuna doesn't know why his chest feels so fluttery and warm the whole drive home. He even catches himself humming along softly to one of those stupid, catchy lovesongs playing on the country station on his shitty old car radio.

Cowboy Sukuna doesn't know what it is, but lately, he keeps coming to town more often than usual. It's Friday night, and he's sitting in the small bar with the roses on the wooden sign above the old-fashioned saloon doors.

Sukuna is drinking whiskey with some rancher who wants to buy several cows from him, when Sukuna suddenly sees you. All pretty and sexy without knowing it, in your blue jeans and the cropped blouse, laughing unrestrainedly with your girls after a long work day.

Sukuna can't take his eyes off you. He watches you over the rim of his whiskey glass, feeling that strange warmth in his chest again. He's about to put his glass down and walk over to you when he sees a guy bump into you.

The asshole is acting as if it was by accident, but he is far too handsy for Sukuna's taste. Standing much too close to you, his shoulders brushing against yours, his mouth at your ear, saying something to you.

Sukuna grits his teeth.

You smile politely at the guy, laughing awkwardly, not at all like when you laugh with Sukuna. You are uncomfortable. That much is clear to see, but Sukuna can tell you are a good girl who was taught to always be nice and polite, even to that guy with the grabby hands. That pathetic worm puts a hand on your hip, and Sukuna sees red.

He slams his whiskey glass down on the table and crosses the small bar in a few large steps, grabbing that handsy guy and pulling him off you with an angry growl. Sukuna slams him into the wall, glaring at him, his voice low and dangerous,

"Get your dirty hands off her, or I'll fucking kill you!"

Your wide, surprised eyes stare at Sukuna, and that nameless guy screams and tries to punch him, but Sukuna just laughs about the pathetic attempt and drags him further away from you, grabbing him by the collar as Sukuna's right fist connects with the asshole's face.

Sukuna has always been good at fistfights. He is a rough guy, a dirty fighter, sadistic when someone pisses him off. He tried to stay out of trouble those last few years, but tonight, he is not restraining his anger, not when it comes to protecting you.

He smirks devilishly at the guy when that asshole manages to land a hit on Sukuna's face. It just manages to rile Sukuna up even more. He laughs and taunts that loser for hitting like a little boy before Sukuna attacks again and sends the guy tumbling to the floor with the next hard punch.

It's then that your small, soft hands wrap around Sukuna's tattooed biceps, and your sweet voice says his name with so much worry that it makes Sukuna stop going after that guy on the floor. He just jerks his head at the guy, telling him to get lost,

"If you know what's good for you, you better stay a mile away from that sweet lady in the future. Now apologize to her."

And the guy scrambles to his feet, mumbling a sorry before he flees from the bar and from Sukuna.

Sukuna slowly turns around, running a tattooed hand through his pink hair. He wipes his split lip on his sleeve, gives you a lopsided grin, and asks if you are okay.

And you stare at him with big, worried eyes, taking in the blood on his tattooed face, but a small smile plays around your lips as you tell Sukuna,

"Thank you for getting him away from me. I am fine... but what about you? Your lip... let me fix that, please."

You take Sukuna's large hand in your smaller one, tugging gently on it, and Sukuna follows you out of the bar.

You lead him down the road to your small house, inviting him in, not to have sex with him, but to patch him up, and somehow it feels a lot more intimate than all the times combined that Sukuna went home with another girl.

You are so sweet to him, scolding him for getting into a fight and getting himself hurt, but your fingers are so gentle when you wipe the blood off Sukuna's face and put a band-aid on his split lip. You smile softly as you trace the tattoos on Sukuna's jaw with your fingers and whisper a thank you to him.

"Thank you for protecting me from that guy and teaching him a lesson. You're a good guy."

And Sukuna laughs roughly, grinning at you and shaking his head,

"That's a first. Usually, I get called the opposite."

And you laugh with him, your soft fingers still cupping his chin and touching his tattoos oh so gently, insisting that even though he looks like a bad boy, Sukuna seems really nice.

Sukuna is so close to just pulling you on his lap and kissing you, but he refrains from doing it. Because he knows where it would lead, and for once in his life, Sukuna doesn't want a one-night stand. He doesn't want to fuck you and then drive back to his life out on the ranch to never see you again.

He doesn't want that with you. He wants to see you again, and he wants to take things slow. He wants to court you in an old-fashioned way.

Sukuna eats the homemade pie you bring him and drinks the coffee you insist he should drink before he drives back home. He thanks you politely for playing nurse for him and for feeding him, looking at you with the most charming smile he can give you with his split lip. And you tell him he is welcome and that he knows now where to find you if he ever needs someone to patch him up again.

Sukuna returns a week later to the hardware store, not because he needs to buy anything, but for you. He sees you smile when you spot him leaning casually against a wooden fence display, twirling his cowboy hat in his fingers and smirking that lazy grin at you.

You only have eyes for him, forgetting what you want to say to the customers you are serving. Looking at them in confusion and stuttering an excuse before your gaze wanders back to Sukuna. And Sukuna's smirk grows bigger.

He didn't even dress nice. He is just wearing his typical black jeans and cowboy boots, and one of the flannel shirts he always wears on the ranch. But he knows he looks good anyway. Sukuna knows the ladies love his handsome face and his tall and strong body with all those well-defined muscles from all the hard work. And his pink hair and tattoos are very popular with the country girls, too. They all get weak in the knees for a bad boy like Sukuna.

But somehow, he doesn't want to be a bad boy when it comes to you. A strange warmth spreads through Sukuna's chest when you leave the other customers standing and come over to him with that big smile on your pretty face, greeting him and telling him that it's nice to see him again.

No, Sukuna doesn't want to be an asshole or a bad boy when it comes to you. He wants to be a good man for you. He is polite to you, sweet, and respectful. A true cowboy and gentleman.

He grins his boyish grin at you, cocking his head and drawls,

"I thought I should stop by to check on you. Make sure there aren't any weird guys I have to fistfight for you."

Sukuna flirts with you and makes you laugh and giggle until your boss gives you side eyes and informs you that you shouldn't pester customers. But Sukuna turns to the man, towering over him,

"She is just helping me decide which products to buy. You shouldn't berate her but rather give her a raise. This sweet lady is the best thing about this shitty store. The only reason I keep coming back."

You burst out laughing the moment your boss has left and Sukuna thinks his stomach has never felt so fluttery. He asks you when your shift is over and if he can take you out for dinner. He is delighted when you say yes.

Sukuna waits until your shift is over and then leads you to his old pickup truck, holding open the door for you, giving you a hand, and helping you climb into it. His hand rests a bit longer than necessary on the small of your back, but you don't seem to mind.

He takes you to a cozy little restaurant that he has been to several times before. Always alone because Sukuna never went on dates in the past. But the elderly lady who owns the restaurant always tells Sukuna that she knows the type of cowboy Sukuna is from the time when she was still a young girl.

"Oh, I have had several boys like you in my life. Y'all are such handsome devils, but always breaking hearts everywhere you go because you are always running from something, and you don't even know from what. I wish for you to find the right girl one day. And if you do, bring her here."

And now Sukuna is here with you, walking into the restaurant with his arm wrapped lightly around you, catching the knowing gaze of the old lady behind the counter. She leads the two of you to a table on the patio, all romantic with wildflowers in a mason jar and fairy lights overhead.

Sukuna has never been on a real date, but he likes this. He likes to be here with you, chat with you, laugh with you, and hold your hand on the table, watching his long tattooed fingers interlace with your smaller ones, which feel so soft.

The hours slip by without either of you noticing how late it is.

When it is time to bring you home, Sukuna drives you to your house, parks the truck in front of it, and turns to you to say the typical flirty stuff that he usually says to girls, but he stops when he sees your smile, and somehow anything he usually says seems so hollow and fake, and it wouldn't be right to say it to you.

Sukuna closes his mouth again, gulping hard, the bad boy cowboy at a loss for words for the first time in his life.

This feeling is new to Sukuna. All of this is new to him. This warmth in his chest and the fluttery feeling in his stomach. And how he is so damn scared to fuck things up and lose you before you even are his.

How can Sukuna even say anything at all to you when everything he wants to tell you is so fucking raw and loaded with feelings he has never felt before? When it all makes him feel so fucking vulnerable?

Like the fact that Sukuna really enjoys spending time with you and that he wants to see you again. Or that he is pretty sure he gets butterflies when hearing your laugh. Or that he never believed in love, but he thinks he is starting to do it now.

He can't say those things, can he?

In the end, it doesn't need any words from him. You smile at him and thank him for the lovely evening, adding a bit shyly that you aren't used to going on dates, and then stutter because you realize what you said and you are worried that it wasn't really a date and you made a fool of yourself by assuming it was one.

And Sukuna can't help but grin and then do the one thing that will shut you up and hopefully ease your worries:

He kisses you right there in his truck. Cups your chin with his calloused hand and brushes his lips softly over yours. Careful, gentle. Something Sukuna usually isn't, but you bring out some part of him that was dormant until now.

Sukuna wants this kiss to be special. He wants to be gentle with you because you are gentle with him, too. You are sweet and kind. You treat him as if he is deserving of tenderness.

You make a cute, surprised sound, but don't pull away. Instead, your hand lands on Sukuna's neck, caressing the short stubble of his undercut, pulling him closer as your lips begin to move against his, too, and Sukuna can't help but smile into the sweetest kiss he ever had.

When the two of you pull apart again, Sukuna smiles at you, a genuine, soft smile, and tells you,

"It was absolutely a date. And I had a lovely evening, too, princess. Let me take you out to dinner again soon."

Sukuna watches you get out of his truck and walk to your front door. He lifts a hand to give you a little wave when you turn around in the open doorway to smile at him once again, whisper-shouting to him that you wish him a safe drive home.

Sukuna stays in his truck outside your house until the light in your living room goes on, and he knows you are safe and sound before he finally pulls out of your driveway and makes his long way home, his thoughts filled with your smile and the taste of your sweet lips and tongue in his mouth.

Sukuna stays true to the promise he made to himself and really takes things slow with you. He has to work anyway, look after his ranch, fix some fences, and ride across the plains, where he meets no other human being for several days. But you are on his mind the whole time.

He sends you pictures from his rides when he is lucky and gets a signal. Selfies of him on horseback, grinning at you with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips. And some pics of some of his cows, smiling when you ask for their names.

"They don't have names. I just numbered them. But you can give them names if you like, sweetheart."

And you do. You send Sukuna the stupidest names you can think of, and he can't stop grinning,

"I sure hope you won't be in charge of naming any kids."

"Well, I will let their daddy help choose the names if he has such a problem with my name-giving skills."

And Sukuna's head spins at the implication. You're a tease in such a sweet way, and it drives him completely insane.

But Sukuna knows he drives you crazy for him, too. He knows that as much as you like the normal pictures he sends you, you also love the thirst traps he blesses you with.

The pictures where he is shirtless, all his tattoos and defined muscles on display for you, sweat glistening on his strong body, his faded, ripped jeans sitting low on his hips and doing nothing to hide the massive bulge throbbing in them.

You send him pictures, too, not as shameless as the thirst traps Sukuna sends you, but enough to drive him crazy. He has never held himself back so long, but damn, he thinks you are worth all the hard-ons he has and only his own hand to take care of them. Sure, Sukuna could drive to the next bar and find a random girl to ease that pressure, but he doesn't want it. There is only one girl he wants.

Sukuna can wait. He knows you are worth it.

And as much as he wants to have you under him, leaving scratches on his back and squealing his name in pleasure, he also wants to just talk to you or maybe take you on a little ride on his horse.

He calls you every night just to hear your voice and ask about your day, laughing about all the rude customers at the hardware store. Sukuna asks you what you had for dinner and listens to all the latest gossip your mama told you. Sometimes, he falls asleep while listening to your sweet voice and sees a text from you in the morning telling him that he sounds cute when he snores.

Maybe that's ruining the bad-boy reputation that Sukuna has all over your small town, but he doesn't give a fuck. You can see this other side of him. You are the exception, and he finds that he likes that.

Sukuna visits the town as often as his ranch duties allow so he can take you on dates. Sometimes, he drives his old pickup truck, but sometimes, he takes his motorcycle, grinning at you when he parks it in front of your house and takes off his helmet, running a hand through his ruffled hair to smooth it down again, and telling you to come hop on so he can take you on a ride. And you raise an eyebrow jokingly,

"When you said you are a cowboy, I pictured a guy on a real horse..."

And there is this happy sparkle in your eyes, and that sweet laugh falling from your lips. And fuck, Sukuna knows he is a lost man.

He grins back at you, leaning down to greet you with a slow, deep kiss before he holds out his helmet to you,

"This cowboy will let you ride his horse soon, too, but for now, let me show you a bit more horsepower."

Sukuna loves the feeling of your body snuggling against his back, your hands wrapped tightly around his waist, your hands caressing his chest and his abs through his shirt, and your loud, excited laugh when Sukuna accelerates his bike and speeds down the dirt road leading to nowhere, leaving a cloud of dust and dirt behind.

Sukuna parks his motorcycle at a pretty pond and spreads out a picnic blanket in the grass. The two of you sit down to eat something, but it only takes a few minutes before the snacks are forgotten, and Sukuna rolls on top of you and kisses you until he feels dizzy, and you sigh into his mouth.

When you look up at him and touch his face, trace his tattoos with your fingertips, and smile at him, Sukuna knows that he has never been this genuinely happy in his life. But at the same time, it scares him. It terrifies him to feel so much.

He strolls down to the pond, smoking a cigarette while looking over the smooth surface of the water, trying to calm down and stop his fears from swallowing him. Trying to stop that voice in his head that whispers to him that this cowboy should do what he is best at and just run and isolate himself and live his life in solitude.

But your sweet laugh carries to Sukuna's ears as you run towards him, pulling him out of his dark thoughts. Your small hand wraps around his tattooed biceps, and you lean against his side,

"Hey cowboy, come back. I have some homemade lemonade and cake in my bag."

Sukuna turns his head to look at you, at the way you tilt your head to smile up at him, eyes full of affection. How could he walk away from this? Yeah, he is scared out of his mind of all those feelings, but he would regret it even more if he ran.

He blows out his cigarette smoke slowly as a lazy grin spreads over his face, and he leans down to press a kiss on your forehead.

"Homemade lemonade? You sure know the way to my heart, huh, princess?"

He lets you take his hand and pull him back to the picnic blanket, sipping your lemonade and letting you climb in his lap and feed him the cake you baked for him, and Sukuna wraps his arms around your waist, capturing your lips in a sweet, sexy kiss, hoping you can understand the silent promises his tongue writes against yours.

All the words he doesn't dare say out loud because they scare him. But Sukuna knows it's you for him. He knows that he wants by his side. He knows you are his girl and hopes he is your boy, too. He hopes he is a man who is deserving of you and your sweetness. Sukuna promises you silently that he will work damn hard to be that man.

It takes weeks before the two of you have sex.

Sukuna takes you on another date with his old truck this time, driving far out to watch the stars with you and lying in the bed of his truck with you in his arms.

He brought you flowers. The wild ones which grow on his ranch because he feels like you enjoy them more than the ones from the flower shops, and it makes him happy to see you with something from his life.

You thanked him with a sweet kiss and put some of the flowers in your hair, laughing when they fell out again, and Sukuna picked them up again and tucked them behind your ear.

And now those flowers are already out of your hair again, strewn all over the truck bed because the two of you are so lost in your deep tongue kisses and the feeling of your bodies grinding against each other.

The flowers are forgotten, just like the stars above. The only thing you know is each other's mouths and hands that tug on each other's clothes, craving more, needing skin-on-skin contact.

Sukuna's shirt has been long gone, and yours too, leaving you only in your lacey bra and the little skirt, driving Sukuna crazy. Your hands explore the naked skin of his broad back and his biceps, and your lips trail sweet kisses down Sukuna's neck, leaving your lipstick marks on him.

And Sukuna licks and kisses the swell of your breasts above your bra, finally pulling the pretty lacey thing down to reveal your even prettier tits. He sucks one nipple into his warm mouth as he looks up at your face, grinning when he sees your eyelashes flutter and hears the cute little noises you make for him.

You straddle Sukuna's lap, smiling at him with desire burning in your eyes while your small hands wander a bit shyly over his tattooed chest, and Sukuna thinks he will lose his mind if he doesn't finally take you.

He flips you over on your back, pushes his head under your skirt, and eats you out until your legs are shaking and your hands tug on his pink hair, and you cry out his name into the night.

You look up at Sukuna with parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes as you unbutton his jeans and get his achingly hard cock out, stroking him lovingly while you tell him to please make you his girl.

Sukuna has held back for so long but cannot do it anymore. Not when you look at him like that and stroke his cock like that and ask him to claim you. He pushes you down on the truck bed, his arms on each side of your head, his heavy body on top of yours, his lips claiming yours in a possessive, hungry kiss at the same time as his cock claims your sweet, warm pussy.

He takes you with hard, rough thrusts, fucking you almost feverishly once he feels your warm pussy around his cock. And for the first time in his life, Sukuna apologizes for the way he fucks. For his roughness, for his strength. But you cling to him and moan his name and tell him it's okay and that you want him exactly like this.

You leave scratches on Sukuna's back, and he fucks his seed into you over and over again. The two of you can't get enough of each other that night, making out and fucking in various positions until the sky becomes pink with the approaching sunrise, and both of you are sated and exhausted, and you slump against Sukuna's body, hugging him, pressing your tits firmly against his tattooed chest as his spent cock softens gradually inside you.

Sukuna lets his head fall back on the truck bed, his large hands lazily caressing your back, and he looks up at the sky that brings a new morning, thinking that it feels like it's a whole new life that is beginning today.

He drives you back to town an hour later, stealing glances at you the whole drive long, one tattooed hand resting on your naked thigh under your skirt, and your small hand lands on top of Sukuna's, caressing the back of his hand while you sing along to the country songs on the radio. Sukuna can't stop grinning the whole time.

But even after you start to have sex with each other, you still take time to get to know each other even better. It's fun and sexy but also deep and meaningful, and Sukuna catches himself being more open with you than he ever was with anyone before.

He tells you the truth when you ask about his family, tells you that it's messy, that he can't even remember his dad, and that his mama didn't want him either. He tells you about his little brother, who he hasn't seen in many years because Sukuna ran from home the moment he was 18. He confesses all the shit he did. All the stupid things a rebellious teenage Sukuna got involved in. All the trouble and pain he caused his family. All the regrets he has, when he looks back at his former life now.

And you take his large hand into both of yours and hold it so gently, and smile that sweet smile at him, telling him that sometimes families simply are like that. A mess.

You tell him that you like him the way he is, with all his rough edges, and that you wish Sukuna had more love in his life when he needed it the most as a child.

"But you have me now, Kuna. And I will make sure you don't feel alone."

You tear down his walls so easily, break him in the most beautiful way, and build him up again, even stronger than before, because now Sukuna knows what it feels like to be loved.

And Sukuna says those famous three words for the first time in his life.

He pulls you to him, holds you in his arms, and rests his chin on your head, swaying you softly from side to side as he murmurs those words into your hair, words he never thought he would say,

"I love you. And I want to be with you. I know it's hard to love a man like me, but I want this to work. I want you. I want us. And I will work hard for it."

He thinks he will melt when you tell him you love him too and that there is nothing hard about loving him at all.

For the first time in his life, Sukuna stays in someone's bed the whole night.

The two of you kiss at your front door, and you gently pull him inside. You kiss and laugh and playfully tease each other all the way to your bedroom, undressing each other on the way, leaving behind a trail of clothes on your floor.

You call him baby, and Sukuna thinks he will go crazy. He picks you up and carries you the rest of the way until he lays you down on your bed, his lips never leaving yours.

You don't fuck that night but make love, nice and slow. You look so beautiful lying under Sukuna, your face so close to his, your small hands caressing his biceps and his muscular back while Sukuna takes you with slow, deep thrusts, unable to tear his gaze away from you and the love in your eyes when you whisper his name.

Sukuna tells you he loves you again when he is about to cum, and it feels more intense than anything else he has ever experienced. Especially when he feels you cum on his cock, too, sobbing his name and returning the "I love you" several times while you shudder in pleasure beneath him.

Sukuna doesn't let go of you the whole night. He lets you use his chest as your pillow, wraps you in his strong arms, and holds you. The wild, freedom-loving cowboy who usually runs, suddenly all tame.

Sukuna thinks he is right where he should be. He wants to stay forever in your bed and in your arms, holding the girl he loves.

Of course, a cowboy like Sukuna has to leave again in the morning. His ranch needs him. There are miles and miles of fences to fix, horses to train, and cattle to herd. But Sukuna promises to call you every night.

"And if I don't have a signal, I want you to know that I will still think of you, okay princess? Let's make a deal. Every night at ten pm, I want you to look at the sky. And I'll do the same, wherever I am, and imagine you are by my side."

And he laughs softly and hugs you to his strong body, adding,

"I will think about you every second of the day anyway. And I am damn sure you can't get me out of your mind either, huh?"

He winks at you and grins his boyish grin, and you chuckle and get on your tiptoes to kiss his grin off him.

Before Sukuna drives off, you give him a leather cord with a small charm in the form of a horseshoe, telling him you saw it on the farmers market last weekend and thought of him.

"I want to give it to you because I hope it will bring you luck and keep you safe out there on all those lonely nights and long rides."

And Sukuna leaves his bandana at your place,

"So you have something to remind you of me while I am away, princess. Wear it around your pretty throat to keep the chilly winds away and to think of your favorite cowboy."

Sukuna calls you every day just like he promised.

But out here on the plains, where Sukuna is on horseback, with only his dog running along beside him, his life still feels lonely. This solitude used to be something Sukuna chose willingly for himself. Something he thought was the only life that was right for a man like him.

But now Sukuna feels this longing inside his chest, and the questions keep filling his mind. Does a cowboy really have to be alone? Does Sukuna really have to be alone?

His ranch and his life out here are the last parts of him, which Sukuna hasn't opened to you yet. It seemed too risky to bring you here, too intimate. This is the place, after all, where Sukuna fled to so he wouldn't hurt his little brother anymore. A place he used to see as some kind of fortress that kept other people safe from Sukuna and also kept him safe from feeling too much. A place where he was free from all the complications of human interactions.

But things have changed, haven't they?

Sukuna visits you as often as he can, and he catches himself telling you more about his everyday life as a cowboy while watching you closely for your reactions. He tells you what he loves about his life on the ranch, tells you that it is a lot of hard work and that it can be tough at times, but that it is also peaceful, and that he likes that he is free out there.

"I like that I am my own boss because I really don't do well with people trying to tell me what to do."

And you laugh and roll your eyes, and Sukuna grins at you with a wink and adds,

"Well, you are the exception, baby."

And as teasing and light-hearted as it sounds, Sukuna knows that he is telling the truth. He doesn't mind if you tell him what to do. He doesn't mind if he has to take responsibility for his actions. Not when it comes to you.

You beam at him and kiss his tattooed cheek and ask in that sweet voice,

"Will you finally show me your ranch, Sukuna?"

And he knows what you are really asking is for Sukuna to finally let you in. To let this last wall tumble to the ground and allow you into his life in every way.

Sukuna feels strangely nervous when driving you to his ranch. But not because he is scared of losing his last refuge. He is nervous because he is worried you won't like the life out here in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but endless miles of uninhabited land around you and only Sukuna and his animals to keep you company.

Sukuna hopes you will like it. Because there is this small voice in his mind that whispers to him, "I want her to stay."

Sukuna watches you carefully while he shows you around his small ranch, showing you the old farmhouse he renovated, the barn he built with his own hands, and the stables he gave a new paint and a modern interior.

Relief floods Sukuna's chest when he sees the genuine smile on your pretty face and the joy when you pet his favorite horse. You turn to him, telling him that you love his ranch and praising him for turning an old abandoned farm into this pretty place.

"You are so passionate about the things you want, Sukuna, and you work hard for them. That's an admirable trait. This place is beautiful."

Sukuna smirks proudly at you, feeling this warmth in his chest again. He wraps a strong, tattooed arm around your waist and pulls you against him. And he knows exactly what he wants.

"This place is even more beautiful with you here. You remember what I said about enjoying my freedom out here? I feel free with you by my side, too. It doesn't feel like I am giving anything up when I am with you. It feels like I am gaining something."

There are happy tears shining in your eyes when you look up at him, and you smile and put a small hand on Sukuna's defined chest, right where his heart is beating strong and fast,

"I would love to live here with you, cowboy. I could help you with the crops and make sure you always have something warm to eat when you come home in the evening. I could even help with the horses and the cows, I think. And I can keep you company out here and keep you warm at night."

Sukuna doesn't believe in a God, but he thinks some kind of higher power or fate or whatever must have finally blessed him. Must have finally allowed a fallen angel like him some sort of heaven, too.

Sukuna smiles at you, a gentle, genuine smile that he never gives to anyone else, and he takes his cowboy hat off and puts it carefully onto your head,

"Then welcome to your new home, cowgirl."

SIGHHHHH, this cowboy makes me swoon 😭😭💗💗 I didn't expect this story to become so long, but I just couldn't stop writing. It was one of those moments where Sukuna took things into his hands and made me tell the whole story, and of course I do what my man wants ;)

I hope you enjoyed falling in love with Cowboy!Sukuna, too 💗

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

There will be a Part 2 in which we see our life on Sukuna's ranch.

And once again: Thank you Émilie @sweetlandspos for drawing your beautiful and sexy Cowboy!Sukuna, who inspired me to write this AU!! I hope you find joy in this story!!

#sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jjk x y/n

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bon2bonn · 1 year ago

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Okkk so i really really need more dad oscar so.

Can you please write something that yn oscar and their daughter are visiting Oscars parents and like you know when they arrive with the car their daughter is sleeping so oscar carries her and yeah much flufffffff

❤️

Here we go! Another dad!Oscar with little miss sunshine 🌻🦋!!!

Oscar Piastri X fem!reader

*sorry for being late🙏 hope you like it!

Warning : beware of the Grammar!!

05:12 that's the time when little sunshine burst into her parents room .full of energy and ready to start the day .

climbing up the bed with purpose , she paused as she gazed at her sleeping parents , (did she feel any guilt for walking them from such peaceful sleep so early??) , She sure did but that wasn't long lived as she argued that the earlier they got ready to head out the more time they'll have with her beloved Nana and Gramp. So with that in mind , she aimed at her sleeping dad and leapt towards his back .

Giving him the fright of his life as he groaned into the pillow beneath him "sunshine" for her to smile innocently and whisper back "good morning, daddy" that got him to groaned again " but it's not morning yet , Little lady . The sun is not even up" that caused her to think a bit then answer very determined" but I'm sunshine right !? So when I'm up that means it's morning! Right daddy?? " All while giving a proud nod of her own conclusion .

From beside them y/n groaned , turning to face them with bleary eyes "what's going on?" Which caused both of them to wince at how tired she sounded . knowing her insomnia is kicking off again , full nights of sleep were rare occurrences .

That got Oscar to look at their daughter pleadingly "we still got 3 hours to go , sunshine . How about we get some cuddles while we let your Mama get as much rest as she can , and I promise you we'll have you favourite playlist all the way to Nana's ! How about that ?" . With little to no objection , she settled right in between the covers and turned to her mom giving her a tight hug whispering" sorry mommy " granting her a hug back with "it's okay baby , I know how exited you are to meet you grams " . then she turned to her dad finding him smiling at her while opening his arms waiting for his turn "can we sing along to Mulan , and Moana , oh and frozen too . Please?" That earned her a pinky promise and the biggest hug in return .

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Three hours later they were all packed and ready for the road , with little sunshine buckled in the back kicking her feet happily , singing to Moana (you're welcome) while her mom mumbled "I give it two songs , and she'll be out like a light " which caused him to hum then looking at the rearview mirror " seeing as she's singing Moana with that much energy , she'll be out till we get there " .

And true to his words she was out all the way , sleeping through the ride with no disturbance , Up until they reached his parents home . After greeting them both warmly , they turned to the car , expecting a ball of energy bursting from within , but they were met with a sound asleep sunshine . And with no sign of her waking up anytime soon , knowing how grumpy she can get being distributed her dad resorted to carrying her . moving got her groaning with a frowning face , and when she settled into his arms she cuddled in and into his shoulder, falling back asleep .

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P.S I'm working on my MMA!max au! So stay tuned for that !👋 And feel free to drop your requests or sending ideas anytime. 🧡

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writer-by-the-sea · 2 months ago

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Um, hi! I'm new and I really like your works!

I want to make a request for Haley and Penny (separate) if that's okay with you!

Scenario: how would they react when they find out that their s/o, the farmer, used to be a member of the Mafia? A hitman to be exact, but they've changed and left that life behind.

I don’t think I’ve ever done a full on headcanon before, but I figured why not!

Instead of doing mini fics for only two characters, I am going to attempt to write these thoughts into a slightly coherent but readable mess. WARNING: These do not all end happily. Some are very heavy angst and they break up with you.

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“There’s… something I need to tell you,” the farmer began, rubbing the back of their neck while they looked away from the person in front of them. Someone that they’ve come to love, to trust enough to finally open up to, and someone who might understand.”Before moving to Stardew… I was... Part of a very bad crowd,” they pause and take a deep breath. “Not just a little group of delinquents that spray paint the side of buildings.

“Something.. Far worse. I know that you might view me differently because of this but– I want you to know who I truly am. I never want to lie to you, and while I wanted to keep this secret buried deep inside; I care about you too much to allow you to continue dating me without knowing…

“I was a hired killer, an assassin, a hitman.”

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Alex

“Hey, man, you don’t have to lie to me to look cool,” Alex laughed and gave you a thumbs up. “You’re already really cool in my book.”

You grimace before saying, “Alex, I’m not lying.”

“Oh,” he breathes out. A minute passes, the gears turning in his head as he thinks it over. “Ohhh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you reply. “I understand if you need some space–”

Alex leaned back into his bed, letting himself land softly on his back. “Gramps has killed a few guys, so I’m not really worried about it.”

You look down at him and raise a single brow, “Wasn’t that in war though?”

“It was, but it’s the same thing, isn’t it?”

“Not.. really.”

Alex shrugs and sighs, “if you asked him for stories, he would spend the rest of the day telling you every single bloody detail. I’ve heard them all a thousand times.” He sat up, dropping her face to a sneer and pulled his lips back. “During that war,” he began, perfectly mimicking his grandfather. “I killed fitty men! I collected their earlobes and wore them around my neck like a trophy!”

You laughed, bumping your shoulder into Alex. “Okay, that’s a little fucked up actually.”

“You haven’t even heard the worst of it,” he answered with a grin. “He likes to tell this story about the time they had to go save some guy–”

“Wait,” you cut him off, gently placing your fingertips against his lips to stop him. “I just.. I want you to know that I love you, and that all of that shit is in the past… but I understand if you want nothing to do with me after this.”

Alex pushed your hands away with his lips, laughing again as he pulled back. “It’s alright, I get it. Just don’t keep anything else from me, okay?”

You nodded and pulled him into your arms, giving him a good squeeze. “I promise.”

Alex slid out of your arms and ran to his bedroom door, swinging it open before playfully glaring at you. “As punishment for not telling me in the first place!” He took a really deep breath filling his lungs before shouting “Grandpa! The farmer wants to hear all your war stories!”

Alex wasn’t scared of you. Afterall, nothing you’ve done could ever compare to the stories he grew up with. He knew his grandpa regretted the choices he made, but sometimes, you have to do cruel things to survive.

Elliott

Elliott quickly grabbed his wine, downing the glass in one huge gulp before placing it back onto the table. “What you’re telling me,” he whispered, his gaze focused on the empty wine glass. “You’re being truthful? This isn’t a jest?”

“No,” you answered, scooting your chair closer to his. “Just.. I know you’re in shock right now, but please just give me a chance to explain–”

“This is wonderful news!” Elliott jumped up from his chair, darting to a notebook that lies open with scribbles across the pages. He sprinted back, throwing himself back into the chair as harshly it nearly toppled over with him in it. “Tell me, what does another man’s eyes look like as you choke the life out of him?”

“W-what?” you stammered, glancing down at the notebook that was now on the table where Elliott held his quill above it, ready to write. “Are you trying to get a confession from me?”

“Heavens no!” He replied with a laugh, putting his quill down and turning to grab your hands. “My next novel is a murder mystery! I would love to have your feedback.”

“You’re kidding,” you replied, your mouth hanging open.

“Not at all, my love!” Elliott smiled so brightly, you would have thought you just told him his book had a million sales; not that you used to kill people for a living. “It truly is destiny that we were to meet!”

“Do… Are you okay with my past?”

“Ah,” Elliott nodded, understanding now why you seemed so hesitant with your words. “We all have our demons, don’t we, darling? If I were ever to judge every person I knew by the skeletons in their closet.. Well, life wouldn’t be very fun, now would it?”

“I’m…” you tried to focus, confusion swirling in your head making everything foggy and hard to follow. “What?”

Elliott was already back to his notebook, licking the pad of his thumb while he flipped through the pages. “This part here,” he held the book out to you, the page filled with brainstorms and more messy scribbles. “Could you fact check it for me? I honestly don’t know what a man sounds like when he gets stabbed like this. Also, the shoulder would be a good spot for them to survive from a stab, right?”

You laughed, shaking your head at this ridiculous man. “Well, actually, there’s a main artery that going along the shoulder–”

Part of you wasn’t surprised that Elliott was excited to discuss bloody, brutal, cold murder with you. Although, the writer did make a point the next day to scold you for keeping the secret from him. He could have finished his novel even sooner, and… he could have told you how much he loves you and would never give you up.

In fact, he would help you get away with murder.

Harvey

“No,” Harvey stood abruptly, his knee hitting his kitchen table and nearly knocking his coffee over, the hot liquid jumping out of the mug and onto the table. “Shoot!” he cried as the coffee landed on some of his folders that were spread out.

You joined him in grabbing napkins, trying to clean the coffee before it caused too much damage.

“I can’t believe this,” he whispered as he tossed the dirty napkins aside, uncaring of where they would land. “Not you, not my farmer, no…”

You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back your emotions. “Harvey–”

Then he broke before you, a sob ripping through his throat right before he began sobbing. His glasses getting wet and foggy as he let each tear slide down his cheeks. “Not you…”

“Please, I just–”

Harvey straightened up, taking a deep breath and forced himself to meet your eyes. “I have dedicated my whole life to helping those who need it. I took an oath to assist any single soul that cries for help. If a patient dies on my table, I have to live with that for the rest of my life. The rest of my life knowing that I couldn’t do enough for them!”

Your eyes widen, dread filling you as you realize this is the end. “Harvey, please–”

“Get out,” he growled, his voice deep, dangerous, and oozing with hatred.

“Let me explain–”

“For you to come to me, and tell me that you took human lives for your own gain? I don’t need to hear another word,” Harvey took a step towards you, his body tensing, preparing to fight you if he must. “Get the fuck out of my home.”

Everything in you wanted to stay, to fight for what you had…

You left, crying on your way back to the farm, your heart shattered beyond repair.

Sam

“For real?” Sam's face scrunched in disbelief. “No, you’ve gotta be joking. Ain’t no way the hot farmer killed some dudes.”

While your hands may have been tough from constantly working in the dirt, Sam could never imagine in a million years that you would kill a fly on the wall, let alone another human being!

“Is it April Fool’s? It is, isn't it?” he joked and nudged you. “Well, you got me–”

“Sam,” you breathed out in reply, the truth hanging between you.

“Holy shit,” Sam stood slowly, taking a step back from you. “You’re serious? You’ve actually killed people?”

“Yes.”

“Dude…” he ran a hand through his wild hair, not caring how the gel stuck to his fingers.

He needed more information, but right now, he needed to make one thing clear.

“Look,” he started and made his way back to you, dropping himself on his mattress next to you. “Like, I’m not gonna dump you over this; but keeping that from me was seriously not cool.”

“I know,” you mumbled in reply and offered a weak smile. “I just–”

Sam raised a hand, cutting you off. “No, we’re gonna talk about this later, after we’ve both had some pizza, and maybe a couple… or an entire case of beer. You’re gonna break all this shit down for me, and then we’re gonna talk about how you’re doing like.. Mentally. After doing all that shit.”

“Mentally?” you asked with a laugh. “What--”

“Nope,” Sam stood and grabbed your hand. “Pizza first, you asshole. I can’t believe you killed people, so fucking weird.”

Sam was in it for the long run, and while he viewed you differently (as like, a cold blooded killer what the fuck,) he wasn’t going to give up on you just because of a dark past.

Sebastian

“I mean, who hasn’t?”

Your head whips up to stare back at Sebastian, not sure you just hear those words correctly. “Wait–”

“You think I haven’t killed a man? Why do you think I hide out in the basement coding shit all day instead of living in the city and making a fortune? Be realistic.”

“Sebastian, I–”

“No, it’s cool. I really don’t care,” he said with a shrug and went back to typing on his computer.

“Well, no, wait; Sebastian that’s a lot to drop on someone–”

“Hey, I wasn’t a fucking hitman though now was I?”

“I don’t know, were you?!”

He shrugs again, reaching for an open pack of cigarettes and lights one up. He takes a deep drag and then blows it out slowly. “I’m gonna go get some leftover pumpkin soup, I made it last night, you want some?”

You just stare back at him, your jaw hanging open. Now you were the one that needed more information!

But, you supposed that could wait. Pumpkin soup was on the line, afterall.

Shane

He takes a sip of his soda, savoring the flavor and bubbles before putting his can back down on the kitchen table.

“So,” he began, forcing himself to sit up straight and meet your eyes.

“Are you here to kill me then?”

“What?”

“Are you.. here, to kill me?” Shane asked again, slowly.

“No!” you shouted and waved your hands in front of you like a white flag. “You’ve got the wrong idea!”

“I’m not telling you how I made the chickens blue, you can beat me to the brink of death and I’ll never spill–”

“Shane, babe, no– well actually how do you–” you stopped speaking as Shane glared at you and narrowed his eyes. “Nevermind the chickens, I’m not here to kill you.”

“To kill Marnie then?” He asks. “To end the competition for milk and eggs? You make me sick,” he spit.

“No, what? I turn all my milk into cheese to make you Pepper Poppers or Pizza–”

“Then the eggs!” He declares and stands up, pointing a finger down where you sat.

“Please, just listen to me,” you stood with him, on the verge of tears knowing that this could be the end–

Shane’s frown twitched, so quick you could almost miss it.

You opened your mouth to speak, then closed it, then opened it again.

“Oh, I see. You came here to kill Willy, with your gaping fish mouth.”

Any doubt or worries you had dropped instantly. “You’re totally fucking with me, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I found your list of names a few months ago. You really shouldn’t leave that stuff lying around you know?”

“Yoba,” you sighed in relief and dropped back into your chair, the wood lightly squeezing on the tiled floor. “Why didn’t you say anything?” You kept your head down, ashamed to have ever tried to hide this from him.

Shane chuckled and sat back down, “I figured you’d tell me when the time was right.”

You risked a glance at Shane, “do you hate me for it.”

“Hate you? Of all people to hate someone for the mistakes they made in their past, you think I’m going to be one of them? I’m a little offended, farmer.”

“I’m sorry,” you cracked a smile as he gazed at you, his eyes filled with all of the love and support in the world.

He was right, Shane would never judge you for your past, just as you never judge him for his. The only thing that matters is the kind of person you are moving forward, and that suits him just fine.

Abigail

The first thing she asks, with a wicked grin and excited eyes, “So, how many people did you kill?”

While she knows the value of a human life, she could never allow her thoughts to wander towards ‘what if I killed someone?’ She feared she may pursue it herself.

“What was your weapon of choice?” she would ask next, hardly containing the buzz flowing through her body from the quick high; knowing she was talking to (dating!) a certified badass killer.

She does view you differently, however.

Not as an evil person, as you might have expected; but someone strong enough to protect her, someone who told her this knowing that she might turn away from them, someone who loves her enough to put her first.

The subject is sensitive, and she knows not to tease you too much or ask for too many details; but she does ask for the occasional story – if you’re willing to give it.

Emily

She gasps, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as she stares back at you in horror. “W-what do you m-mean,” she stumbles over her words, her hands now shaking as she lowers them away from her face, trying to steady them as they rest in her lap. “You.. you actually, ki–” she can’t finish the sentence.

“I did what I had to, to get by. Please understand that I’m not a bad person-”

“You killed people,” she dropped her head and watched as tears fell into her lap. “You actually killed people…”

“Emily–”

“How can I trust you after this?!” She jumped up, still shaking while she paced around her room. “How can I know that you’re not withholding more?!”

You stood and put your hands on her shoulders, holding her in place, but she refused to meet your eyes. “I swear to you, I will never hide something from you again… if you just give me a chance to prove myself.”

Emily dropped her head onto your shoulder, softly sobbing and letting her tears drip onto your shirt. “You’re going to tell me everything.”

“Okay,” you whispered back, your arms moving down to wrap around her. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

There would be a lot of trust issues moving forward, and Emily would keep you on a tight leash for a while; but she knew that not everyone was perfect, and while she might not like your past, she loves who you are now. And she’s not willing to give up yet.

Haley

She looked up from her phone, her brow dropping down and her eyes narrowing, “Ew.”

You tried not to snort a laugh at her reply, but failed miserably. “That’s all you have to say? Ew?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “what else am I supposed to say? Oh no, please don’t kill me, super scary hitman?”

“Uh,” you looked around you as if you could find the answer hovering in the air. “I’m.. not.. sure, honestly.”

Another eyeroll. “You’re making a bigger deal out of this than it’s worth. I’m still going to love you no matter what dumb shit you’ve done in your past. I mean, did you know that I dyed my hair black once? Also, ew. Total regret.”

Bewildered, you plopped down beside her, shaking your head in disbelief. “You don’t care?”

“Ugh. Of course I care,” she slapped you on the side and finally put her phone aside. “But you obviously regret it, like I did with the black hair, and while our past mistakes may have been huge; it doesn’t dictate who we are today. So, don’t worry about it.”

“You realize you’re comparing black hair to the murder of a.. Lot of people?”

“Babe,” she took a deep breath, staring deep into your eyes, begging you to understand…

“I used a box dye. Tell me a worse crime than that.”

You laughed together, her crime never coming close to your misdeeds, and she knew it. But after getting to know you, she knew she could continue to trust you just as she always has.

Leah

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Leah threw her paintbrush at you, hitting you in the chest and leaving a splotch of yellow paint. “Not again!”

“Again?!” you shouted back in shock. “What do you mean again!?”

“Tell me,” she hissed. “How many, what organization, and why the hell did you make me fall in love with you?!”

“Leah,”

“Do. Not. Leah. Me.” Each word spit in your direction. “Answer me.”

You sighed, “it was a lot of people.. The organization was international and I never really knew who was in charge..” Closing your eyes, just to get away from her angry glare for a moment, you continued, “I never meant to mislead you. I wanted to tell you the truth to see if I even still stood a chance with you.”

Leah relaxed, shaking her head before finding a place to sit down. “Thanks, for telling me, I guess.”

Moving to her side, you kneeled next to her, taking her paint stained hands into your own. “Please, just give me a chance to make this up to you. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Yeah, well. You did,” she gently pulled her hands away, turning away from you. “Honestly, I don’t know if I can go through this again.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re never fully out of that life, farmer. That past will come back to haunt you one day, and I don’t think I have the strength to endure it.”

“No, Leah, it’s over, I swear–”

“Just leave, okay? I have a lot to think about.”

Dejected, you do as you're told, stopping to say one last thing before you go. “I hope you’ll give me another chance, Leah. I’ve never felt this way about someone before, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

She sniffles and wipes a tear away, “we’ll see.”

Maru

She begins by tilting her head at you, her eyes scanning you up and down before turning back to her studies. “I know that, it’s pretty obvious.”

“Huh?!” you blurt out, shaking your head. “How–”

Maru sighed and put her work aside, realizing that they needed to have a full chat about this now, despite her samples calling for her.

“Once, you mentioned the amount of required poison to kill a person without raising suspicion to require an autopsy.”

“Okay, but–”

“Another time, when my dad asked if you wanted to go camping one weekend and maybe hunting, you asked if a Heckler & Koch P30L would be an appropriate gun to bring.”

“I’ve never been hunting before!” you defended, weakly.

“Sweetheart, it’s a handgun. You don’t go hunting with a handgun.”

“Hang on–”

“Furthermore, you have two bullet wounds that I know of. One on your lower left calf and the other on your upper bicep. You also have obvious scars from being stabbed or sliced and it was most certainly not from a childhood cat.”

You both stared at one another. You felt like an idiot for thinking you could ever hide anything from her.

“Does it bother you?”

“A little,” she admitted with a small shrug. “So long as you don’t go back into that kind of work though, I can get over it. Just don’t ever try to lie to me again, I will always know.”

Penny

Her eyes widen and her heartbeat jumps so quickly she thinks she might faint.

She would have never expected this of you.

Going into the mines was one thing, but killing people was a whole other level of insanity.

It takes her a minute to process what you’ve just told her, her hands twisting in her lap, fearing she’s going to say the wrong thing.

“Were they all bad people?” she finally asks, lifting her eyes up to meet yours.

You take a moment to respond, a lie resting at the tip of your tongue, but you squash it and say, “No, they weren’t.”

At this, Penny breaks.

She drops her head into her hands and cries, pulling her knees up and to her chest while the heels of her feet rest on the edge of the couch.

She was in love with you. So desperately, eagerly, pathetically in love with you.

And now, she doesn’t know how to move forward.

Her whole life, she has dealt with bad people. From the moment she was born she has fought with everything she’s ever had to be one of the good ones. Abiding by the rules, keeping to herself to avoid stepping on any toes, taking care of others when they don’t even appreciate the kindness she shows to them.

“I don’t-” she gasped between her tears. “I don’t think I can do this.”

The farmer nodded, taking her hands into their own and squeezing them gently. “I love you, Penny. More than anything.”

“Why did you have to tell me?” she whispered. “Why..”

“I couldn’t keep lying to you..”

Penny stood, ripping her hands away to rope the back of them under her eyes. “Don’t talk to me. Don’t talk to me ever again.”

Then she ran off, leaving you there as the guilt washed over you.

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dilly-oh · 9 months ago

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Lost and Found Family

“Come on, Pakkun, just shit already,” Kakashi sighs, tugging impatiently at his dog’s leash. The ornery pug gives him an annoyed glance, then keeps sniffing the same bush he’s been investigating for the past fifteen minutes. “Oh my GOD. I should have left you at the pound.”

Pakkun continues to ignore him, instead deciding that the bush doesn’t meet his standards and moving on to sniff at another, nearly identical bush. Kakashi wants to scream.

He’s still in his ratty pajamas, for God’s sake, with a vicious case of bed-head, not to mention it’s past noon, and passersby are giving him strange looks. One even tries to hand him a dollar, but Kakashi shoos them away irritably.

“Okay, enough. Here.” He rifles around in his pants pocket. “Do your business, and you get a treat, okay?” He pulls out a doggie bone and waves it enticingly. “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” Pakkun just gives him a flat stare. “…Yeah I know it’s not you but take it anyway.” He throws it on the ground. The pug doesn’t even twitch. “Oh, come on. It’s not that stale.” Pakkun snorts. “Whatever. I’m sure some wild animal will come along and eat-”

And then a kid scurries over, picks up the treat, and starts gnawing on it.

“Um,” Kakashi says.

The kid looks up at him with wide, shockingly blue eyes, his hair a tangled blonde mess. He looks like a scruffy dandelion, complete with grass-stained elbows and knees. Kakashi blinks.

“…What’re you doing?”

“Looking for my dad,” the kid answers around a mouthful of stale dog treat. “You seen him, gramps?” Kakashi nearly chokes.

“Gramps?!”

“I’ll take that as a no.” The kid swallows and grimaces. “Ugh, this cookie tastes like ass. Also, I might be lost.”

Kakashi starts looking around for a policeman.

The kid suddenly scrambles up a nearby tree like a rabid squirrel and teeters out on an upper branch, shading his eyes with one hand as he searches the horizon.

“Christ, kid, you should be on a leash,” Kakashi says. The boy looks down at him.

“I was, I chewed through it.”

Kakashi starts looking for that cop again.

“Oh my God, chill. I’m joking. I did lose my dad, though.” The kid squints in frustration, still searching. “Damn, I still don’t see him. Where did he GO?” He glances down at Kakashi. “I’d ask you to look, but I don’t trust your eyesight, old man.”

“I am THIRTY-”

“So you’ll help me?”

“I did NOT agree- look, just get down from there before you- AWK!” Kakashi cuts off in a squawk as the kid pounces on him, nearly tackling him to the ground. “Good lord, you almost threw out my back-”

“Okay, boomer,” the kid says. Kakashi nearly walks away.

“Do NOT make me regret this.” He threatens, glaring at him. “On second thought, I already do, but nevermind that. What does your dad call you?”

“Well, let’s see.” The kid thinks for a minute. “There’s ‘buster’, ‘lazy-butt’, ‘Mr. Stinky McPoo-Pants-”

“I mean your name!”

“Oh. It’s Naruto.”

“…He named you after RAMEN?” Kakashi is completely appalled. He’s considering contacting child protective services.

“Yeah, but it’s cool, I love ramen.” Naruto catches sight of Pakkun and gasps with delight. “And doggies. Hey, buddy!” He actually gets down on hands and knees to greet the pug face-to-face. Pakkun is rather cordial and simply grunts in annoyance at the intrusion of his personal space.

“Why don’t you sniff his butt while you’re down there,” Kakashi grumbles.

“Are you gonna help me find my dad or what?” Naruto asks, getting back to his feet.

“That depends.” Kakashi quirks an eyebrow. “…He cute?”

“Okay, ew, nevermind-”

“I was joking, kid, get back here.” Kakashi sighs in defeat and pulls out his phone. “What’s his number?”

“I dunno.”

“How can you not- have you never called him before?”

“Course I have. Usually like this.” The kid takes a deep breath. “DAAAAAAAAAAD-”

“OKAY STOP. I meant with a phone.” Naruto just gives him a blank look. “…You don’t have a phone? How about a pager? Tracking chip? Anything??” Still the blank stare. Kakashi tries a different approach. “What’s your dad look like?” The kid shrugs.

“Like a dad.”

“No, that’s not- describe him.”

“Well, he’s pretty bossy. He’s always telling me to clean my room and eat my vegetables when I’d rather just eat ramen, and he doesn’t let me play Fortnite-”

“That is not what-” Kakashi has to count to ten. “What color is his hair?”

“Oh.” Naruto blinks. “Boring.”

“Boring is not a color. How about his height and weight?”

“I dunno. Boring, again.”

“And his face? For the love of God do not say boring-”

“It’s normal. Average. Standard.”

“…That’s my bad, I walked right into that one,” Kakashi says, deadpan. “Okay, so we’re looking for any adult man within a radius of five miles. He got a name?”

“Bofa,” Naruto answers.

“…Bofa?”

“Bofa DEEZ NUTS-”

Kakashi starts to walk away.

“No wait please I’m sorry-”

Against his better judgement, Kakashi stops and slowly turns around. “This is your last chance before I take you to the pound,” he warns. Pakkun barks, offended. “You too, pal.” He looks at Naruto. “Where’s the last place you saw him?”

“Umm…this way!” Naruto grabs him by the arm and drags him along. Kakashi makes a mental note to Purell vigorously once this is over, as he is unable to distinguish whether the brown smears on the kid’s hands are dirt, chocolate, or something much more foul. Pakkun grumbles at the fast pace but is able to keep up. Kakashi’s glad he’s at least getting some exercise.

What follows next is a mad scramble through the streets, as Naruto is easily distracted by every sight, sound, and smell. Kakashi has to pull him out of a fountain twice, break up a fight between him and an unruly pigeon, and is forced to buy him a hotdog from a vendor after he complains of missing lunch. Then he demands Kakashi carry him on his shoulders for ‘optimal dad-spotting’, as he puts it. Kakashi almost agrees, then notices Naruto’s funny little dance and hustles him behind a tree before he has an accident.

All in all, it’s a very hectic hour. Kakashi is considering taking the harness off of Pakkun and putting it on the kid. Which is obviously what Naruto’s dad should have done, seeing as he is partly to blame for this whole mess. What kind of selfish, irresponsible parent loses their kid like this-

“Naruto?” a voice says behind them.

“DAD!!” Naruto shoots from Kakashi’s side, squealing in delight.

Kakashi opens his mouth and turns around, intent on giving the man a piece of his mind.

His jaw falls open the rest of the way and swings in the breeze.

Naruto’s a fucking LIAR. His dad is most definitely not boring.

He’s a complete babe.

His boring brown hair is a lovely, chocolatey brown that drapes over his shoulders, clinging enticingly to his jawline. His boring eyes are a deeper, richer shade of brown, framed by long, dark lashes. His boring body is a gorgeously toned physique, highlighted by a pair of tight jogging pants and thin t-shirt.

And his face, dear God, his face.

If Naruto is a dandelion, he’s the blazing sun. The warm smile on his face as he hugs his kid warms Kakashi from ten feet away. He wants to bask in it for hours, but the warmth quickly diminishes as Naruto’s dad grows serious.

“Where did you GO?” he demands, holding Naruto at arm’s length. A scar across his nose wrinkles with concern, which is fucking adorable. “I look away for one second and you’re gone! What happened?”

“There was an ice cream truck,” Naruto says weakly. Iruka just stares at him.

“…Did you at least catch it?”

“No.”

“Good, because you definitely don’t deserve ice-cream after running off like that.” He finally looks up and notices Kakashi. “Oh, hello.”

Kakashi shuts his jaw with an audible snap. “Hi.” It comes out more of a squeak than a sexy, manly purr, and he quickly clears his throat. “I’m Kakashi. Nice to meet you. Uhh…”

“Iruka,” the man helpfully supplies, holding out a strong, fine-boned hand. Kakashi has to suppress the urge to go down on one knee and kiss it. With tongue. “Thank you so much for bringing my son back to me.” His grin grows slightly wicked. “Although I’m not too sure I should be thanking you.”

“Not funny, dad,” Naruto huffs at him. “It was an accident, I swear. I won’t leave aga- oh my gosh is that a quarter over there-”

“NOPE.” Iruka grabs him by the scruff of the neck like a mama cat and reels him back in. “We are going straight home, buster, and you are getting locked in the basement- I mean your room.”

Kakashi chokes on a laugh, faltering a little. He’s desperate to say something else to keep this lovely man’s attention, anything-

“I hope his mother wasn’t too worried,” he blurts out, then immediately wants to sock himself in the face. Way to kill the mood, asshole.

“Oh, hell no, I’m gay as fuck,” Iruka states bluntly. “He’s adopted.”

“…I see,” Kakashi says calmly, while hearing an angel choir singing a chorus of ‘Hallelujah’ in the background.

“I have a wine aunt,” Naruto says.

“Naruto, do NOT call Anko that-”

“But she is!”

“Let me finish. To her FACE.”

Kakashi’s grinning like a fool, watching the banter between the two. It’s incredibly entertaining. They should have their own sitcom.

“And what happened to your clothes?” Iruka goes on in exasperation. “Did you roll around in the dog park or did you let a dog poop directly on you?”

“Hey, at least I’m not still in my pajamas!” Naruto gestures at Kakashi, who freezes.

Fuck. He’d forgotten about that. Immediately he’s self-conscious, painfully aware of his worn pajamas and messy hair. And here’s Iruka looking like a whole ass snack. FUCK.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, rough morning,” he says, chuckling awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve been there,” Iruka replies with ease. “One time I went to the store with puke on my shirt. Didn’t even care. I totally understand.”

Kakashi doesn’t think he could possibly be more attracted to the man.

“Oh my God, I love your pug,” Iruka says, and Goddamn if Kakashi doesn’t fall in love right then and there. “We should totally walk our dogs together.”

“You guys have a dog?” Kakashi asks in surprise. “Isn’t the kid enough?” Iruka laughs.

“His name is Kurama!” Naruto chimes in. “He’s a Shiba Inu.” He goes on in a whisper. “He’s such an asshole.”

“Naruto, language,” Iruka hisses.

“Pakkun is, too,” Kakashi says, nodding at the pug, who gives a surly growl at the sound of his name. “Oh, shut up. You know I love you.” Iruka laughs again.

“Well then, it’s a date,” he says with a wink, and Kakashi nearly cheers aloud. “It’ll be fun. Naruto can come with us.”

And just like that, the flirty atmosphere comes to a screeching halt.

Kakashi opens his mouth to object, and then stops. Because of course Naruto will come with them. He’s Iruka’s kid. It’s a package deal. If he’s truly interested in the man, he has to be willing to accept that.

Kakashi doesn’t know if he can.

He has almost no experience with children, seeing them as little more than puppies who can talk. They poop and pee everywhere, trash the place, eat all your food, and generally make a racket. They’re not even that cute-

“Thanks for helping me!” Naruto says, beaming up at him like a miniature sun, then throws his arms around his waist in a tight hug.

Kakashi is rendered speechless. He can’t remember the last time he’s been hugged. It’s…nice. He looks over at Iruka in bewilderment, and is stunned at the look of pure love on Iruka’s face, transforming it into something even more beautiful than before.

…Maybe this won’t be so bad.

“Later, gramps!”

And then Naruto whips around and runs back to his dad, elbowing Kakashi right in the dick.

…Still worth it.

-End-

(Written for @kakairu-rocks KakaIru Valentine's Week 2024, Day 1 prompts: Meet Cute and Found Family.)

#kakairu #umino iruka #hatake kakashi #naruto #fanfic #meet cute #found family #kakairu valentine's week 2024 #kakairu.rocks #modern au

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cameronspecial · 11 months ago

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Before The Last Petal Falls (Part 10)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Sexual Innuendoes

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: Five years later and life couldn't be more perfect for Y/N and Rafe Cameron.

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve to all who celebrate and happy holidays for those who do not. This is the final part of the Flower Universe and I am so excited for you guys to read it. I hope you guys really enjoyed this universe and have fallen just as in love with this version of Rafe and Y/N as I have. Thank you for reading!

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The sudden pressure of little bodies on their bed awakens Y/N and Rafe from their slumber. Y/N opens her eyes to see her children staring intently at her. “Good morning, Mama,” Jack whispers as if he is trying not to wake up his father, which seems strange because he already woke both of his parents up by jumping on the bed. She smiles at her eldest and sits up to bring him into her lap. She can feel Rafe shifting on his side of the bed to bring Anna into his. “Good morning, my loves. How did you sleep?” she asks, kissing them both on the head and one on the lips for her pouty husband. He knows she expects the children to answer, but Rafe does before they do to be a little cheeky. “I slept great. I had a wonderful dream where you were wearing that red lit-.” “Okay, that’s enough from Daddy,” she jokes, covering his mouth with her hands because she knows where he is going with that dream. The children are oblivious as to what is happening and just cuddle themselves into their parents' chests. The call of sleep causes their eyelids to be drowsy.

The quiet that overcomes the family is interrupted by the pitter-patter of the youngest Cameron child running into the room with a little doggie stuffie in his hands. Lucas runs over to his mother’s side of the bed and makes grabby hands to be picked up. Y/N leans over and brings him to sit between Rafe and her. They both wrap an arm around the boy to make sure he doesn’t feel left out. “Mommy, isn’t that your doggie?” Anna questions upon seeing the little stuffie in her brother’s hands. Y/N nods her head against Jack’s head, “Yes, baby. But I gave it to Lucas last night because he had a nightmare. It’s going to protect him like your owl or Jack’s dolphin protects you guys.” Rafe smiles down at the toy with a fond memory. “Why don’t you tell them how you got the doggie?” he suggests, ready to finally reveal the truth to his wife.

“Sure, When I was a little bit older than you, I really wanted a doggie and when I brought one home that I found, Gramps made me return him to his owner. And that made me really sad, so Grams and Gramps got me this stuffie to make me feel better.”

“Actually, your parents didn’t get it for you. I did.”

“What? If you did, then how come you let my parents take the credit for it?”

“Because it wasn’t about the credit, my rose. It was about making you happy, which it did so I was satisfied with the result.”

“Wow, even at six years old you were absolutely whipped for me, Cameron.”

“Excuse me, I’ve been in love with you since we were five. Hear that, kiddos, your daddy played the long game and got the girl. Take that as your lesson,” Rafe describes to his children, kissing the three of them on the head. Y/N shakes her head at him and goes to get up from bed. “Let’s go make breakfast,” she orders, helping Lucas off of the bed. Rafe looks at her with a smile, “Let’s. But kids, make sure mommy sticks to toasting the bread, we don’t want the house to burn down.” This causes the three Cameron siblings to laugh their heads off.

——

Y/N is in her home office working on her new manuscripts, when she hears the giggles of her children coming from behind the closed door. “My loves, you can come inside,” she announces, putting a pause on her writing to see what the kids are doing. Anna opens the door and lets her twin walk in first then her little brother before she goes in. The three kids run toward their mother with beaded jewelry in their hands. Rafe is not far behind them. She smiles at the gifts in their hands and takes each one of them into hers to be examined. She puts them on her, “Wow, these are beautiful. So I take it you guys liked the arts and crafts class.” The children nod at her remark and go snooping through her bookshelves.

Jack finds a book that catches his eye and pulls it from the shelf slowly. “Mama, who is Percy Jackson,” he wonders, bringing the book over to his siblings for them to look through it together. They didn’t mean to teach their three-year-olds to read, but since Y/N practically read to them every second she could, they were prone to picking up reading eventually. Rafe and Y/N give each other a knowing look. She beckons for her kids to come to her and Rafe, who is standing behind her with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. “Well, Jack. He’s who you are named after. And Anna and Lucas are also named after people from that book,” Y/N explains, letting the kids look through the book. “Mama, why does the book have writing in it? You don’t like to write in your books,” Anna inquires, trying to read some of her father’s handwriting. This time, it is Rafe’s turn to answer. “Because Daddy wrote in the book for Mommy. He gave Mommy those books for her birthday. Each one tells her how much he loves her,” he kisses Y/N’s temple to prove the point.

“Is that why you named us after the characters in the book?” Anna asks, which is met with nods as a response. Lucas takes the book into his hands and waddles closer to his parents, “Read, please?” Y/N smiles down to her son and takes the book into her own. She places the annotated copy back onto her shelf and takes out a different edition of the books. “Of course, my loves. But we are going to read this copy because the other one is just for Daddy and me.”

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The children’s favourite place in the world is the bookstore their mother owns. They love sitting behind the counter in the little chairs she bought them and reading to their hearts' content. Usually, Anna and Jack will take turns reading to Lucas. Normally, Y/N doesn’t censor what they read, if they want to read a middle-school chapter book, then she won’t stop them. However, after her three-year-old twins almost read Fifty Shades Of Gray to their one-and-a-half-year-old brother, she decided she needed to have some rules as to where the kids were picking out their books. The kids are currently in their chairs reading a copy of The Battle of The Labyrinth, while Y/N works on her manuscript between customers at the cashier.

“Okay, so I ordered more copies of Icebreaker and more of those little cat bookmarks that have been selling so much,” Rafe informs Y/N as he makes his way out of the backroom. After they had gotten engaged, Rafe quit his job at Cameron Development and moved in with Y/N in London. She was struggling a little bit with the business management side of owning a bookstore, so Rafe offered to help and he just never stopped. Ward was beyond angry with Rafe for making that decision, but it didn’t really bother Rafe because he was angry at his father too. However, once the twins were born and with the help of Rose and his daughters, Ward saw past his anger and asked to be a part of his grandchildren’s lives. Rafe and Y/N didn’t forgive him right away, but for the sake of their children, they eventually forgave Ward and now, they FaceTime him once a week so he can see the kids.

Y/N looks up from her computer and acknowledges that she heard him. He rounds the counter and rests his arms around her waist and his head on her shoulder. He tries to peek at what she is writing, but she quickly closes her laptop before he does. “Hey, you know you aren’t supposed to read it until it’s in the editing stage,” she chastises, turning in his arms so her arms can wrap around his neck. Rafe lets out a chuckle, “I know, but I can’t wait to see what happens to Damian. The last one ended on a cliffhanger. Although, I have a few new moves in the bedroom that I think you might want to add. It might help some poor fellow out.” He whispers the last part into her ear and she feels the heat rise to her cheeks as his breath hits the back of her neck. She giggles while shaking her head and gives him a quick peck on the lips.

The bell above the door jingles and a voice pierces the quiet of the store. “Auntie Lace is here and she has brought gifts for her Cameron dumplings.” Lacey enters the store with a small bag in her hand and smiles when the children run over to her, screaming her name. She gets a hug from each kid and in return, they each get a cookie. They say their thanks and run over to their parents with hopeful eyes that they get to eat the sweet treat in their hands. The three of them cheer when Y/N gives them a thumbs up and they run to their chair to eat them. Y/N’s heart melts when she sees Anna and Jack each split their cookies in half to give Lucas a half each after he accidentally drops his on the floor. Rafe grins at the scene and goes to give the twins a smaller cookie from the cookie cart.

“My second gift is about to walk through that door, right now,” Lace declares, turning towards the door and pointing. Right on time, Mason and Mabel, his fiancée, walk through the door. The children excitedly abandon their cookies at the sight of their uncle and aunt to give them both a hug. “Hello, kiddos. I’ve missed you so much,” he says, crouching down so that they can be carried by him. Jack is being piggybacked, while Anna and Lucas are being carried in his arms.

Lacey’s restaurant opened up down the street from Y/N’s bookstore six months after Rafe and Y/N’s engagement and the Cameron family have dinner there every Sunday. She has really embraced the single-wine aunt title and she loves the children to death. The kids often spend nights over at her house when Y/N and Rafe need some time to make them more siblings. Mason met Mabel a year after Y/N and Rafe’s engagement. He had just moved to Toronto permanently and she was his next-door neighbour. The story goes that they did not like each other at all when they first met. He had the habit of playing music really loud and her fiery self didn’t stop herself from banging on his door to turn it down. However, a blackout, caused by a bad snowstorm, forced them to stay in the same room as each other because he didn’t have anything for a source of light except for his phone and this was when their love story began.

Mabel laughs as Mason plays with his niece and nephews, and they eventually move on to asking her questions about the wedding. “Auntie Mabel, I don’t want to be a flower girl. Can I please be a ring bearer like Jack?” Anna begs. Y/N knew this was coming. Being twins meant that Anna and Jack wanted to do the exact same thing as each other, and Y/N and Rafe weren’t ones to say no just because society deemed something to be only for boys or for girls. Mabel smiles sweetly at the little girl and takes her into her arms. “Of course, you can, sweetie. Maybe Lucas can be my flower boy? Would you like that Lucas?” Mabel offers. Lucas turns towards her at the mention of his name with a smile on his face, “I flower boy.” He happily claps his hands and continues to repeat the phrase. Everyone awws at how adorable he is. “How about you close up shop a little early and we go get dinner?” Lace proposes. This is met with agreement from the children, who never turn down the offer of eating Aunt Lacey’s food.

——

After a joyful dinner and a little bit of chaos getting Mason and Mabel settled in the guest bedroom, Y/N and Rafe can finally lie down for the night and get some rest. They both lie on their sides facing each other with a sleepy look on their face. Sparky is at the foot of the bed. Rafe reaches out for the book-shaped locket secured around her neck and opens it up to look at the picture inside. The picture of him and Sparky has been replaced with one with their children in it as well. He smiles at the picture and gives it a kiss. Y/N watches him with adoring eyes. “You know, I think I am going to need a new picture for the locket,” she mutters to him, taking his pendant into her hand. Confusion crosses his face and he responds, “Why would you need a new one?”

“Well, I think it’s missing someone.”

“What do you mean? It has Jack, Anna, Lucas, Sparky, and me. Who else could you need? I mean, I guess we can choose a picture with you in it too.”

“No, I’m not talking about me. This person will probably be here in around nine months.”

“Why? Where are they? Are you talking about your parents? Are they coming to stay with us? It can’t be Mason. He’s already here.”

She mentally face-palms herself and giggles at her husband’s cluelessness. She shakes her head, bringing herself close to him. She brings his hand onto her stomach, “No… they are currently right here.” It takes Rafe a moment to process what she said, but when he does his face turns to elation. He presses kisses all over her face, “Can’t believe we get to do it all over. I really am winning at life.” Five years ago, Rafe never thought he would be here. He didn’t think he’d get his dream woman back or the house or the children. And now, he has all of it. Rafe Cameron feels so lucky that all his dreams came true.

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authorautumnbanks · 3 months ago

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Accidentally Dating (13)

Summary: A series of accidental dates and meetings between Kagome and Satoru over the years.

Pairing: KagomexGojo

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"Satoru?"

Kagome's arms wrap around him, but his mind is somewhere else. He feels light. A little off. But mostly, he just feels as though his body is not his own, and he's just going through the motions. How did he get here? When did he get here? There was the mission. That curse user. And Riko... that's right, Riko is dead.

Should he have killed those cult members? Suguru said not to, but maybe he should have, so this doesn't happen again. Or maybe it doesn't matter. Suguru said that too. Killing them won't bring Riko back and their deaths would be pointless.

"Satoru," Kagome calls more sharply this time. She pulls back and grabs his arms, giving him a jolt. His body freezes. He angles his head towards her. "Talk to me." She stares up at him with concern. His eyes drift down, taking in the oversized shirt and shorts. His shirt and shorts. Kagome is drowning in the fabric.

Oh right. It's late. She must have been getting ready for bed.

He opens his mouth. His throat is thick with emotion and the only thing that comes out is a grunt. Satoru shuts his mouth and brushes his knuckles down her cheek. "You're beautiful." There's something oddly endearing about her wearing his clothes before bed.

Kagome blushes and rubs her hands up and down his arms. "Okay, that's a start." She lowers her hands and takes his. "Come on. You have blood all over you. Let's get you cleaned up and then we can talk."

He does?

Satoru glances at his shirt. Right. The fight. "It's mine, but I'm fine now. Learned reverse curse technique, so I healed myself."

Kagome frowns. "You are not fine." She wets her lips and then tugs him along. She leads them down the hall to the bathroom. "Mom and Dad are still in Italy. Not sure when they will be back, but Gramps and Sota left to join them. Not sure when anyone will be back, but it'll probably be awhile since Gramps and Sota highjacked the trip."

"You didn't want to go?"

Kagome flicks on the light and turns on the shower. "No, we had plans, remember?"

Satoru nods, though Kagome isn't looking at him. "The mission took longer than it was supposed to but..." He stops and shrugs out of his jacket and bloody shirt. "It was her last days as being her and we..."

Kagome turns and embraces him. She rubs her hand up and down his back. "It's okay. Not your fault, Toru."

"But It is my fault." He wraps his arms around her and inhales. "Wasn't strong enough. She's dead because I couldn't take care of one curse user." He inhales again, needing more of her scent in his veins. Being here with her centers him. "He's dead. But I should have taken care of him before it got to that point." Should have done a lot of things. Riko's choice was taken from her, and that is what pisses him off. If he had been stronger. If he hadn't let his guard down, then none of this would have happened.

Kagome pulls back. "It's not your fault." She stands on her toes and presses a hand to his forehead. "You nearly died to save her. You did the best you could."

He doesn't feel that way, though. If he had been stronger, then none of this would have happened. He should have been stronger. Should have anticipated one more move against them. Satoru grits his teeth and nods. Dwelling on Riko's death won't help him. It won't change anything.

She's gone.

And Tengen isn't stabilized.

His shoulders droop. "I'll wash off." He unbuttons his pants and raises a brow when Kagome doesn't move. "You staying?" Not that he cares if she does. He has nothing to hide, and they'll be married as soon as they are of age, so it doesn't matter to him all that much. But he promised the old man he wouldn't try anything until they are older.

"Huh?" Kagome blinks and then flushes. "NO! I was just—ow!" She rubs her nose. "You didn't see that!" The door slams behind her.

Satoru chuckles, but it's hollow, and he still doesn't quite feel like himself. The earlier high is wearing off and all he feels is weariness in his bones. He slides off his pants and boxers. The water is hot, but he still feels so out of it. Satoru goes through the motions of washing the blood off and then turns the shower off. He stares at his pile of clothes on the floor. Well, he isn't putting those back on. He spikes a hand through his hair and then wraps a towel around his waist.

"Hey! Do I have any other spare clothes here?" he calls out, walking to Kagome's room.

"Is that a trick question?" The door opens, and she shoves the clothes at him and promptly closes the door. "Come back after you're dressed!" she yells behind the door. Satoru shrugs and does just that. His body is too tired, and his mind is too wired to come up with a funny retort. He dresses quickly right outside the door and then stares at the towel pooled around his feet.

Right. He should do something with the dirty clothes.

"Are you done?" Kagome calls from behind the door.

"Yeah, I'm decent." The door swings open and Kagome takes one look at the towel on the floor and rolls her eyes.

"Some things never change," she sighs, swiping the towel before he can. "Honestly. What am I going to do with you?"

"Stay with me?"

Kagome bites her bottom lip and nods. "Alright, but if everyone suddenly comes back in the morning. It's all on you."

"I can handle the old man." Satoru swipes the towel back and picks up his clothes from the bathroom floor. "They won't be back tomorrow. Wouldn't make sense." He follows her downstairs and deposits the clothes in the hamper while Kagome makes hot chocolate. "It's a bit hot for that?"

"You love this, though." She grabs a can of whipped cream and overflows his mug with it. "You want chocolate sauce?" Kagome pours a generous amount of sauce over the whipped cream.

He leans against the kitchen table and tilts his head. "You aren't bothered by the blood?"

Kagome gives him an exasperated expression. "Satoru, really? I've seen InuYasha with a hole in his stomach. What matters is that you are here... I wouldn't have accepted it if you were gone."

"That sounds ominous, for some reason." He takes the mug and sips the hot chocolate. It burns his tongue, but he keeps drinking anyway. "Would you have cursed my death?"

"I'm not a dark priestess," she replies, sticking her nose in the air. "I would have found a way to bring you to the past and gotten Sesshomaru to bring you back."

Satoru blinks. "You would have carried me?"

"Well, I would have enlisted InuYasha or maybe Suguru." Kagome ducks her head. "You may be taller than me now."

He laughs. "Yah, I think I'm plenty taller than you now." Satoru pushes the mug away and sighs. "I gotta get stronger, Gome-chan. I have to."

"Toru, you know it wasn't your fault."

"It could have been you." His heart hurts. He has to get stronger to protect her and everyone else. "I know you're strong, but that doesn't mean I don't have work to do. Can't let today repeat." He holds out his hands and flexes his fingers. "I can keep infinity going if I master rct. Keep my brain refreshed."

Kagome frowns. "I don't like the idea of you frying your brain and constantly refreshing it." She pushes her bangs back and blows out a breath. "There's also no talking you out of this. I know you." She walks around the table and wraps her arms around him. "You aren't in this alone. You can depend on me."

"I hate it." He buries his nose in her hair. "Hate feeling like I'm powerless. Can't lose you again." He inhales, taking in more of her scent. His body is so much lighter when she is in his arms. "I'll get stronger," he promises. "Strong enough that no one would dare to lay a hand on you."

Kagome hums as she rubs his back. "Do you want to lie down?"

Uh... Satoru's ears burn. The high from earlier is mostly gone now and reality settles on his shoulders. It's just them. Alone. He swallows.

"Satoru?"

"Maybe we should camp out in the living room." He turns his head.

"The living room?"

"Yeah, because... we just should? It's cooler than your room." More importantly, the living room is bigger than Kagome's small bed. Space is what they need. Lots of it. "We could stack the pillows up and make a fort."

Kagome pulls back and stares at him. "Okay, now you're scaring me. What's wrong with my bed?"

"It's tiny."

"So? That never stopped you before."

"Yeah, well, I didn't have these thoughts before," he mumbles. Is it so wrong to wish he was still high from unlocking rct? Because he wishes he didn't feel anything right now. Kagome wets her lips and takes a step back.

"You grew up to be a perv," she teases.

Satoru scoffs. "M' not. Just saying we should put some pillows up because..." he shrugs. "We're going to get married after all."

"Oh, we are?"

"Mhmm. Never been more sure of anything in my life." He wraps his arms around her again and somehow, they manage to waddle their way to the living room. If Suguru were here, he'd tease the hell out of him. "Let's go somewhere tomorrow. Anywhere." He pulls her into his lap as he sits down on the couch.

"You want me to play hooky?"

"For me?"

Kagome huffs as if he is asking her to do the impossible. She practically plays hooky every time she goes to the past, anyway. Satoru rests his forehead against her shoulder.

"Why didn't you get a tutor like Sota?"

"Guess I wanted some semblance of normalcy. I like coming back home and hanging out with my girlfriends." Kagome leans back and looks up at the ceiling. "But finding the last couple of shards is taking longer than I thought it would. At this rate, I'll never be able to go to college."

Satoru frowns. All these years and it never occurred to him what Kagome may want. Not in the material sense, but her aspirations besides putting the jewel back together. "Do you want to go to college, or is it that you think you have to go?"

Kagome shifts until her back is to the armrest, and her legs are resting on his lap. "Haven't thought it about, really. Guess I figured it's what I'm supposed to do, but..."

"You can tell me. I won't judge."

"I'd rather just run the shrine and bless people with charms that will actually protect them."

Satoru blinks. "Can we at least get our own place?"

"You mean when we're married?"

His mouth parts. "Y-yeah, when we get married." Oh, fuck him. He did not just stammer. "Or when I turn eighteen. We could get our own place."

"Did you just stutter?"

"Ugh, are we watching a movie or not?" He reaches for the remote and turns on the TV. "I get to choose this time."

"You chose last time," Kagome points out. "Ooh, I want to watch that."

Satoru rolls his eyes but clicks on the romantic comedy. "Could have picked something cool, like an action movie."

"Yeah, yeah." Kagome stands and waves him off. "I'll be right back with covers."

"And pillows!" he yells. Satoru sits there for a moment with the cheesy music playing over the montage. He gags at the screen. Why is it always a kissing scene in the rain? That can't be... Satoru glances at Kagome, who stands off to the side with covers and pillows in hand, and is completely transfixed by the scene on the TV.

Seriously?

"Hey, come here."

Kagome raises a brow, but walks over to him. She dumps the pillows and the covers on him. "I was coming. Don't have to rush me."

Satoru tosses one cover onto the floor and then reaches for her. "Can I hold you?" Maybe it's the hint of vulnerability seeping through his words, or maybe Kagome is just used to how needy he is. She settles on the couch with her back to him. His hand grips her hip. "Sorry."

"What happened to the sweet boy?" Kagome complains.

"I was never sweet."

"Heh, yeah, you were a real piece of work. That's okay since you're Satoru."

"Your Satoru," he murmurs.

Kagome shifts again but turns so she is facing him. "My Satoru," she agrees. "If you do anything reckless again, I'll kick your butt myself."

He brushes his lips against her forehead. "You're the only one that can."

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A/N: Happy Tuesday! Next chapter will be their first date and then we'll do some multiverse shenanigans. We will see Kagome show off her powers more. That will come up during that mission with Yu and Nanami.

Stay safe and healthy! Make sure to get plenty of rest and try to do at least one thing that refills your well every day. Andddd I'll start working on updating the stories master list.

#gojo satoru x kagome #crossover pairings #gojo x kagome #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha #kagome higurashi #crossposted on ao3 #kagome crossovers

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firefirefruit · 11 months ago

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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Four

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Four: A Cyborg, A Skeleton and A Lot of Limbs Walk Into A Shop…

You’ve always liked early mornings. Those moments where everything remains silent, untouched, and it feels like only you can drift across the earth like a ghost. You love to be the first witness of the sun stirring from its own slumber, where you can sit down and think and think and think and know that the day still hasn’t started yet. You’re relieved because you know you’re not wasting your day. This is just the entrée to the main course.

With a cup of coffee pressed against your red-hot palms, you lay against your workbench and admire the mild light that filters through the door. Your eyes slightly drift across your studio, taking in the heap of unrestored mess made from yesterday. You let out a pent-up sigh... Well, at least you’re getting some help with that.

From a distance, you pick up on the faint form of Gramps ambling towards you, making you almost smile in greeting – almost. Because as you strain your eyes harder, you realise that there’s another person who’s towering beside him, silently listening to the excitable one-sided conversation made by your old man.

Much to your unsurprise, it’s him.

You observe him silently, tapping a thoughtful finger against your mug.

Huh. He’s still wearing those hilts by his hip, you notice. Any other wielder would opt to throw those empty carcasses away by now.

Somehow sensing you, the marimo cocks his head and his eye naturally falls onto yours. His golden earrings dance in the morning light like a flickering flame, making sound only gold can elicit from a breeze. The light brushes across his closed eye, uncovering the deep white scars of his history, and for a split second, you begin to wonder about them.

From a distance, he narrows his piercing gaze with a questioning brow, and undeterred as you are, you stare straight back at the green-head.

Without breaking your gaze, the two men near you, and Gramps being as oblivious as ever is still completely lost in his own line of conversation.

“And that’s why Kotetsu, from eons ago, favoured the ores from the Rippling Ground rather than the—"

“Good morning,” you interrupt, deciding to offer relief to the marimo from your babbling old man.

Gramps beams at you, waving a calloused hand in greeting. He turns to the marimo, having to dramatically crane his head up to look at him. “I told you she’d be awake.”

“I haven’t started on the swords, if that’s why you’re here…” you curiously state, cocking your head at the samurai.

As Bull-Head opens his mouth to reply, Gramps interjects giddily.

“I invited him here.”

Oh, well that figures. You know your Gramps sees something in this guy, but you don’t really get what it is.

You take another long look at the scarred marimo, which he returns with an expressionless countenance.

“What?” He gruffly snaps.

You smirk a little, walking towards your forge. “Did you fall out of bed? Your hair’s sticking up.”

You don’t need to turn around to see it happen – you hear the man hiss to himself as he pats over his head aimlessly.

“I met the others by the dock,” Gramps Sukiyaki informs with a little grin on his weathered face. “Funny bunch, they are!”

You can’t help but smile at his elated demeanour; it seems like the Straw Hats are definitely improving his mood in these days. You can’t help but like the fact that they’re all most certainly clinically insane.

“Raya!” Nami shouts from the field, jogging with Chopper on her shoulder. “We brought a few more of us than expected, I hope that’s okay!”

Chopper apologetically grins at you as they enter through the wide door. “More like - we couldn’t stop them from coming…”

You push off from your stool and smile at the two, shaking your head. “That just means more helpful hands!”

Three odd figures begin to file in after Nami and Chopper, excitedly looking around the studio with freshly intrigued eyes.

“Woah! Luffy wasn’t lying about this place,” the metallic man exclaims wildly, stomping through your workspace like a kid in a candy shop.

“Yo-ho! This energy…this soul - I can feel it in my bones!” The…speaking skeleton…grins, clambering along inside with the robot.

Clang! Rattle!

“Don’t just fucking walk in before introducing yourselves!” Nami yells, her hand steaming from a fresh beating.

“Hello, I’m Robin.” The dark-haired woman smiles at you, gazing at the rack of freshly made weapons besides her. “Wow, you’re very talented.”

Disoriented from the bombard of stomping guests, it takes you a second to register her words.

“Oh…uh – thank you. I’m Koz—” You immediately halt, swearing intensely at yourself at the blunder you were about to make. “I’m Tenguyama Raya.”

In an instant, Robin’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before she tries to compose herself.

Shit. Shit. Shit, you think. Did you accidentally ruin your cover just now?

“Nice to meet you,” the cyborg weakly interrupts, a robotic arm clutching at his swollen back. Nami hovers behind the two wounded crewmates, animalistically breathing against their necks. “I-I’m Franky.”

The damaged skeleton sweats anxiously, side-eyeing Nami who’s growling at him under her breath.

“I-I’m Brook.”

All of this sounds like some kind of joke: A cyborg and a skeleton walk into a shop…

“We heard you needed some extra hands,” Robin explains, crossing her forearms in the formation of an ‘X’.

Consecutively, an army of limbs sprout up from the ground like baby tree saplings, slowly taking shape as pale, wriggling hands.

“What the fuck?” You shout loudly, jumping away from a hand that crawls past your feet.

Robin laughs at your reaction. “I ate a—"

“Yeah, I can see that!” You excitably exclaim, crouching down to watch the assembly of hands picking up your scattered belongings. “This is so efficient for make-shift manufacturing assemblies! Not to mention the amount of work you could do at the same time…I’m envious…”

A skeletal hand slides in front of your eyes, making you yelp out loud and lose your footing.

“What the fuck?” You repeat again, arms fearfully flaring up with fire, about to kick whoever’s zombie-ass that was.

Brook yelps like you do, putting his hands in front of him.

“Ho-ho, I’m surprised I wasn’t the one who scared you first!” He flashes his teeth in a forced grin, making him look more constipated than friendly.

“I’m so sorry -- you took me off guard,” you stammer, frantically looking around at the crazy bunch of people who’ve entered your shop. You thought Luffy was too much too handle, but it seems like his whole crew is, too.

As you begin to stand, your eyes accidentally brush past the skeleton’s hip on your way up – wait, what is that? A purple cane? But… its makeshift tip looks similar to of a hilt…the grooves, the slight contour line that divides the top from the rest of its body…

You wildly point at the foreign object, the words not able to come out of your mouth.

Everyone looks down and gapes at what you’re gesturing at.

They gape up at you in bewilderment.

“What is that?” You finally demand, completely taken by this cane.

“Ah, this?” Brook points at his purple cane.

With a quick swish and twang, his bony fingers curl over the hilt and he unsheathes…. frankly, a masterpiece.

His glinting sword hums in the most harmonious, bone-chilling tone you’ve ever heard from a blade before as he proudly presents the sword to you.

“I call her the Soul Solid – my grooviest instrument yet.” Brook dramatically poses and flashes his cane-sword hybrid in the air.

“It’s…It’s…” You stutter, your eyes shining in admiration. “It’s a work of art.”

It’s so wacky and so groovy, and it harmonises with the wielder so perfectly, and you just love it.

“Hold on, you like that skeleton’s walking stick more than my blades?” The green-head marimo stomps over while growling, looking completely pissed off. “Just what type of swordsmith are you?”

You ignore him, bashfully moving closer to Brook with your palms stretched open.

“May I hold her?”

“Hey, don’t ignore me!” Marimo yells, flaring his nostrils furiously.

“Of course…but…if only I could see your panties first, Miss?” Brook replies sweetly, fluttering his empty eye-sockets at you.

Crack! Rattle!

“Didn’t I make things clear enough before?!” Nami yells, karate-chopping Brook on his vulnerable skull.

“I-I’m sorry…” Brook whispers and hands you his sword, fading into the background of his crewmates. Chopper anxiously follows him with a carton of milk clutched in his hoof.

“Amazing craftsmanship! I wonder who made this, this handiwork doesn’t ring any bells…” You say more to yourself than to anyone in particular, observing the make of the metal and the customised grooves on the hilt. “She’s in perfect shape.”

“Cool. Whatever. Who cares. When are you going to remake mine?” The marimo hisses, making Nami hiss back at him like a cat.

Suddenly, you hear Robin gasp like she’s being choked. All of her helpful hands wilt and merge into the floor, smashing all of the items that were safely in their grasps.

“Robin! What are you doing?” Franky shouts, lunging forwards to catch a glass orb before it shatters from impact.

You swivel your head around to look at Robin, and almost immediately, anxiety consumes your chest like wildfire.

“Robin, are you okay?” Chopper exclaims, running towards her.

Robin’s eyes are consumed with shock, her mouth slightly open. She turns to you, a new hand blossoming in between where you two are standing.

The hand morphs and flutters out like branches on a tree, but instead of holding leaves, it's holding--

“How…do you have this?”

The glossy cube glints in her graceful grasp. Obsidian and violet in shade, the text is only half-way crafted across its surface.

It's your poneglyph.

Immediately, Gramps Suki draws out his blade.

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lively-potter · 9 months ago

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— trials of athena ; five

— genre ; enemies to lovers, kinda slow burn, friends to lovers

— warnings ; a hella lot of cursing, some typos ( of course 🙄😬 ), mature themes, smut, athena doesn’t like feelings, fluff, smut, angst, some violence, a teeny bit of blood and gore, JK’s a dick fr

— intro, teaser, part one, part two, part three, part four,

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— word count ; 2k

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

chapter five ; “athena and the fortress of trust issues.”

June 2nd, 2023 10:45 AM

Ten fuckin' days had had passed since I met that bumbling shit muffin at the store – and shit had gotten so much worse since then.

For one, that little beech nut next door was cozying up with my family (mainly North) and that shit had been coming to dinner (which I had made sure to miss – and begged Grams and Gramps to let me crash at their place during dinner). Two; my entire family seemed to love that little creamed face loon.

I just don't get why they won't just adopt that fucker; with the rate their relationship is progressing.

A frown came upon my lips.

Okay. I am a little jealous of their attention on him, but still.

He's a complete dick. Why can't they just see that?

I sucked in a sharp breath.

What if he's getting closer to them to take me down?

Shut up, Athena. Not everything is about you, I scolded myself, feeling guilty by being bigheaded.

I sent another text to Sawyer, begging him to come home as I listened to North laugh loudly downstairs and rolled my eyes.

Yes, my enemy is downstairs, if you were wondering. At ten forty five in the morning, no less.

I rolled my eyes, and wondered why my eyes haven't just got stuck back there at this rate. I've been rolling them too much, I really got to stop doing that.

I got up from bed and scurried to my desk, where my laptop was sitting opened. While I confined myself to my room while the rat shit is downstairs, I reckon I should be getting some work done. I cracked my knuckles and pulled my hair back with a clip and got to work.

An hour must have passed, and I was completely stuck in my own world when the doorknob rattled and opened. My eyes never left the laptop screen when a figure stepped past the threshold of my room, figuring it was just Mom or Dad.

But I froze and clenched my teeth when that familiar mocking melodic voice spoke up.

"Hey, princess." he greeted, more than likely holding those delectable lips in a amused smirk.

"Fuck off." I snapped, not in the mood to go and forth bantering with him. I blinked and continued to tap the keys on my laptop – hoping he got the memo and left my fuckin' room.

I never once glanced at him. Honestly, I didn't feel like being hypnotized by his otherworldly beauty.

But that little bitch didn't leave.

I waited (patiently, might I add), for the fucktard to leave, only he didn't. Feeling his glare burning into the side of my face, I huffed loudly and slammed my laptop screen gently closed and snapped my head towards him.

And there he was.

Leaning nonchalantly against my doorframe, JK (as he prefers to be called, but I preferred to call him dickwad) kept his gaze solely on me, and never once wavered. His eyes held a slight glare, warning me to keep mouthing off to him.

I wanted to challenge him just to see what he'd do. Would he put me in my place?

He wore his baggy white cargo pants, held up by another designer belt, and an oversized black shirt with a large white Nike swoosh across the front, and chunky black Prada combat boots. He wore chain bracelets on both of his wrists, chains around his muscular tattooed neck – and as usual, his sexy tattooed hands grappled multiple rings on his long fingers.

Was it nasty to admit I wanted him to grab me by the neck, choke me a little, and leave some marks so I know it wasn't a dream?

My gaze lingered slightly on the dozen roses tattoo on his neck.

Gosh, he was absolute perfection.

But all people had their flaws, and his was his dickish personality.

"Can I help you with something?" I asked through clenched teeth, eyeing him dangerously.

JK smirked at his effect on me and pushed off the door frame and swaggered inside my bedroom.

I watched him, outraged, as he pursed his pierced bottom lip and looked around my girly room, wincing at the amount of pink.

Man, I would spray paint his precious little motorcycle pink and add some bling if only I could...

I smirked at the thought – and side eyed the Nair powder on my nightstand.

I'll have need of you soon, precious.

Patience is a virtue, I said inside my head, eyeing that beautiful hair of this.

It was styled to perfection, his black hair shining in the light when his tattooed hands came up to ruffle the longer strands on top.

Soon, that luscious hair would be no more if I played my cards right, and kept the Nair powder close to me.

"Nah," He shrugged, looking effortlessly handsome as his tattooed fingers grabbed the back of my heavy as fuck reading chair, picked it up and set it across from where I was sitting (with one hand, mind you).

I watched his display of strength with an open mouth. I hated to admit how impressive it was.

If Sawyer were here, I bet that little bitch would have already confessed his undying love for him and perched his tiny ass on JK's muscular solid thigh.

I leaned away from him and crossed my arms across my body. I was only wearing a pair of frilly boy shorts and a matching floral top. It didn't leave much to the imagination when I wasn't wearing a fuckin' bra.

Which I wasn't.

I blushed heavily when JK's eyes flashed to my tits and darkened significantly when he took in the indentations of my nips pressing against the tight fabric.

I cleared my throat when his adam's apple bobbed up and down when he forced his eyes to leave my body.

Wut the fuck...just happened?

"So?" I asked, raising my brows, wondering why he decided to come inside my bedroom and bother me.

JK licked his glossy lips as they pulled up in a smirk.

"No reason. Just came to get you. North and the others wanna talk to you downstairs, princess." He smirked wider, acting like he knew something I didn't.

Even if he did admit it; I probably wouldn't believe him; I got some serious trust issues after Sawyer didn't catch me in a trust fall back in the second grade and i got minor fracture in my skull. That fucking twerp.

My face paled. "Huh?" I squeaked, "Did they find out that I put food coloring in your pool? —"

"What?" He asked, head flying up and shooting me an accusing glare. "Wait, that was you? You put that fucking red dye in my pool?"

Man, he was hotter when he was mad. He looked ready to punish me.

A shiver of fear ran down my spine as his intimidating presence multiplied.

"No, dickweed." I scoffed, lying outta my ass, "Your old age must be getting to you – hearing things already." I giggled nervously before stopping in my tracks.

What.

Did I really just giggle?

Me; Athena Jayden Green just giggle?

I've never 'giggled' in my entire fuckin' life.

Well, I did'nt until this fucker came into my life.

Sweet baby Jesus in a comfy manger, just what was this man turning me into?

JK towered over me with a glare and clenched his hands like he wanted to reach over and choke the life out of me (which, knowing my fascination with his sexy hands, I would let him). He licked his lips slowly and backed away.

"I'm only four years older than your little ass." He spoke, a smirk dancing on his lips when I glared up at him for calling my ass little. I wanted to bend over in front of him to prove that my ass, in fact, was not little. "Now get downstairs, princess. I gotta get back home to Bam." JK said.

His dark beautiful doe eyes followed my form as I stood up with an eyeroll and left my bedroom. Hearing his heavy footfalls behind me, I trotted downstairs and entered the kitchen without a further word to JK.

He shot a cheeky wink in my direction and shouted his goodbyes before turning to me.

"I'll be seeing you soon, princess."

There it was again. A hidden message underneath his words.

What in the ever-loving earth was going on?

I also hated to admit his little nickname was growing on me.

Mom and the rest of my family, who had watched our exchange with hidden smirks, gestured for me to enter the dining room, where they were all waiting for me.

I swallowed nervously, wondering what this was all about, and settled into my own assigned chair and bit my lip nervously.

"What's going on? Wait—" I panicked, "Did I do something?" My anxiety was taking hold as Mom snickered into her palm.

"No, baby." North laughed, his burly body shaking as he chuckled. "We just need to go over a couple things before we leave."

Oh, right. I almost forgot about them leaving for Europe in two days.

I gnawed on my bottom lip and nervously nodded.

"Okay. What's up?"

Mom and Papa exchanged looks.

Papa took in a deep breath and pushed his glasses up his nose with a single finger.

"Now, Athena. We have been discussing leaving you alone for so long...and JK so graciously offered to house you while we're gone."

Huh?

Say what now?

"I beg your pardon?" with my brows near to my hairline, I coughed loudly to get past the lump growing in my throat. "You refused, right? I'm an adult, Papa. I can take care of myself."

And I can make my own fucking decisions. I get that they're worried, but I'd have to get used to staying alone, right?

Mom exchanged a look with Papa, "We agreed."

"Without consulting me first, Mom?" I squawked, "I'll say this again – I'm nineteen years old. I'm capable of staying by myself."

"But with the recent robberies happening around the area, Uncle and Dr. Roberts don't have enough people to spare to watch over the house." Papa explained patiently eyeing me sternly, "JK mainly works from home and graciously offered to watch over you while we're gone."

He may murder me while you're gone.

I sighed and banged my head on the table.

"You have to be kidding me."

"Sadly, we're not." Luke said, cheerful eyes dimming, "We just worry, peaches."

I stared at him and felt my resolve crumbling.

I hated making them worry so much. But staying with JK? That's like asking Klaus and his dead beat dickface of a stepdad, Mikael to stay in a two story home together. It would only cause chaos and disaster.

"But what about Grams and Gramps? Can't I stay with them or the Toma Team?" I asked, desperate to find a loophole.

Silas shook his head slowly, "Your Grams and Gramps had a couple things come up and they left early for New York this morning."

"—and the Toma Team is working with Dr Roberts to find a pattern with the robberies, so they're busy. Plus Raven and Sawyer are still in Russia on holiday." Victor chimed in, running his gentle hand over my head.

My shoulders slumped.

Fuck my life.

For real.

Everything is so fucked.

I'm going to be surrounded by a man who arouses feelings I've never felt before. And he was a dick, with a scary dog, and I was going to have to live with him. LIVE WITH HIM. How would I survive this?

...Wait. That was why that beaver nugget was smirking.

I clenched my teeth and made myself stay still, when all I wanted was to march next door and fuckin' strangle that handsome bastard.

Fuck him.

"Fine." It's not like I had a choice.

A/N

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visionarystoryteller · 1 year ago

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Us|| Love For Noella Levesque

*part of the ‘Love For Noella Levesque’ OC World*

Noella ended up staying in Connecticut for a few more days as her grandfather had a stroke. She was currently sitting in her room at her apartment, watching Dynamite. Max was just finishing up a win and called Austin during his interview, but Austin kept telling him to call someone else. Max smirked and ended his call with Austin and dialed Noella.

Noella started shaking her head laughing when she saw Maxs name pop across her screen. She picked up her phone and answered it.

“Hi Mush” Noella giggles into the phone. Max shakes his head with an embarrassed laugh.

“Hi sweetheart, listen did you watch the match?” Max asks.

“Yes I did and I’m so so proud of you” Noella says. Max felt his cheeks redden, Renee watching with a smile on her face.

“It’s nice to see you smiling a lot more Max, congrats again on your win” Renee says ending the interview. Anyone who watched the interview could see how taken max was with the ‘caller’, not everyone knowing her voice on the phone. Max nods and thanks her before walking away still on the phone with Noella.

“Glad that’s done” Max sighed out.

“Oh stop Renee is sweet.” Noella says.

“No sweetheart I’m just tired. That match wore me out.” Max sighed getting to his locker room, sitting on the bench.

“So then I guess I’ll take a cab to the hotel then?” Noella shyly asks. Max was about to talk again but then her statement stopped him like a truck.

“What?” Max asks.

“Gramps is home and fine…So I’m on my flight out” Noella says. Max feels a smile grow on his face.

“What time does your flight get here?” Max asks, eager to see the one thing that makes him smile a lot more.

“12am landing, which I know is a little late but I can get a cab as long as you leave me a key to the room or at least tell me the room” Noella babbles. Max chuckles, running his fingers through his curls.

“I’ll be there to get you sweetheart just tell me the gate and I’ll be there” Max says.

“Okay I’ll text it to you, I’ll let you go get changed and washed up. I miss you Mush” Noella says.

“I miss you too Sweetheart, have a safe flight I’ll see you later” Max says. Noella smooches through the phone and hangs up.

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Max parked his rental and walked into the airport. Of course some people recognized him and stopped him for pics. Max was beyond tired but indulged a few fans. Once that was finished, he made his way to Noellas gate and waited, leaning against a pillar. While waiting max received a text from Noella.

My Sweet Noella:these people move so slow, I get it but don’t y’all want to sleep in a real bed????

Mush:marks 🙄

My Sweet Noella:I’m coming now

Max smiled at his phone and put it away. He looked up and saw Noella behind a few people. She looked tired. Once the way cleared a little, Noella looked up and saw Max. She gave him a tired smile and moved quickly to him. Max saw her fast pace and braced himself. Noella launched herself at Max once she was close enough, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Max gripped under her thighs to keep her from falling, and buried his head in her neck, her doing to the same to him.

“Mush” Noella sighs contentedly.

“Sweetheart” max says back. They stay there embracing for a moment before max puts her down. Max keeps his head close and puts his hand on Noellas cheek, pulling her up for a kiss. The kiss lasted a few seconds before max pulled away. He reached for her hand and the pair made their way to baggage claim for Noellas bag. Once they got her bag they made their way to the rental and Max put her bag in the trunk, then made his way around to the passenger door and opened it for Noella. Noella gets in and he closes the door before getting in himself. Noella relaxed in the seat.

“Those airplane seats sucked” Noella says.

“My lap would’ve been better” Max says, pulling out of the airport parking lot. Noella giggles.

“Honestly yes, your thighs are very comfortable” Noella says. Max looks over at her with a smirk.

“You can sit on them anytime you want sweetheart” Max says.

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Max and Noella spent the next few days chilling out in the hotel room, exploring the city and getting ready for the next show. The wrestling world had seemed to be filled with everything Max and Noella. Pictures had been circulating of Max and Noella at the airport embracing each other, even kissing and being seen together almost everyday after that. It was all that could be talked about. Max didn’t really care what anyone thought about him but when it came to Noella, he was more protective. So when Max got fed up reading yet another comment about how somehow she was going to fuck up his life or how the pair just didn’t seem right for each other, he finally decided he was going to speak out on social media. Noella keyed herself into their shared hotel room and saw Max stewing on the bed typing away on his phone. Noella had been in a meeting with Tony and a few of the production heads, talking about promoting Noella to production manager as the current one was going out for surgery. Of course Noella accepted and was so excited to tell max. She toed off her shoes and set her sweater on the back of one of chairs in the room and made her way to the bed. She crawled up on the bed and sat up on her knees and looked at Max. Max typed away his thought in his notes before he looked up seeing Noella look at him with hopeful eyes. Max took a breath and put his phone down, then looked up at Noella. Noella scrunched her eyebrows together and looked at Max.

“What’s wrong Mush?” She asked.

“Just sick of seeing these marks knock on my girl” Max says frustratedly. Noellas demeanor flattens. She just nods her head, looking down at her hands. Max watched and decided to change the topic.

“How was your meeting?” Max asked Noella. She looked up at him and gave a small smile that slowly became wider.

“I got a promotion “ she smiles brightly at him.

“What! That’s awesome sweetheart! What did you get promoted to?” Max asks her.

“Production manager” she beams. Max pulls her into a hug.

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart” Max says holding her to him. She burries her face in his neck and taking in his scent and warmth. They stayed like that for a few minutes before she pulled back.

“So what were they saying this time” Noella nods down to his phone. Max sighs and runs a hand down his face.

“No sweetheart, we are not even going to read those out. You are better than they are-“

“And I know it” Noella finishes for him. Max nods.

“Exactly. You are sooo much better than them. I promise you” Max says.

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Noella took a few minutes before full gear was supposed to go start, to go see Maxwell. Before they had left the hotel he seemed a little nervous. Noella knocked on his locker room. She heard the faint annoyance of a ‘what’ come through and opened the door slowly.

“Hey mush” Noella says softly. Max looked over his shoulder at Noella and relaxed a little seeing her.

“Hey sweetheart” Max says. Noella walks over to him and he pulls her into his lap as he’s sitting in a chair.

“You okay mush?”

“Yea I’ll be good knowing you’re here” max says nuzzling into Noellas neck. Noella giggles as his beard tickles her neck. Max pulls away.

“God I love that sound” max says looking at Noella. Noel smiles at him.

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Noella sat in production a nervous wreck. Max had been sent back to medical to get checked out and Adam was in the ring. She was listening to all the commands through her ear piece but she was just zoned in on what she was feeling. A few moments later she hears yelling from the hall and sees Max limo his way out to the tunnels. Noella wanted to scream at Max to go back and sit down, she could see his hobble. Noella put her thumb into her mouth, biting at the nails.

“What is he doing” she quietly whines at the monitor. She presses her button and coms the referee.

“Check Max please” she coms through.

“He said he’s fine right now” the ref coms back. Noella sighs. She closed her eyes for a mere moment before screams erupted. She looked up to the monitors to see Max had in fact retained his championship. Noellas heart was pounding in her chest with relief. Max rushed back to the tunnels and through them, the cameras following him as he made his way over to production. Noella turned her chair just a bit after seeing him coming. Max approaches her and pulls her up from the chair, tossing the championship on the floor, picking her up into his arms, his hands supporting her thighs.

“Mush..” Noella says quietly, now looking down a little as max held her up.

“I’m gonna kiss you so shut up” max remarks. Noella gasped playfully but was cut off when Maxs lips covered her, his hand in her hair controlling her head positions. Little hoots and hollers from around them erupted and the crowd out in the arena did too as the cameras caught everything. The kiss last a few more seconds before max pulls away. His nose brushes against hers before he started to set her down.

“I’m so proud of you but mush please go get checked out before scrum please” Noella whines, looking down at his leg that he was putting minimal amounts of pressure on. Max pulls her close and kisses her head.

“For you, fine.” Max agrees. Noella breathes out.

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Noella couldn’t help but have tears in her eyes as Maxwell was giving a speech at the media scrum. She could tell he was in pain but wasn’t the worst he had. His heartfelt comments about the company that brought him so much made Noellas heart swell, and then he mentioned her.

“This company has really brought me so much, between friends, mentors, it’s also brought me this beautiful amazing girl who I can’t believe is by my side. Noella please come here, just please” max practically sobs. Noella took a breath and got up from production and made her way to the area of the media scrum. She walked in and Max tried to stand up, so she fast walked to him so he could sit. Once she’s close enough, Max pulls her close.

“This women right here has been everything to me and I’m so glad to have her by my side.” Max says looking up her. Noella looks down at him with a smile and tears in her eyes.

“I love you” Noella mouths out. Maxs face lights up and he mouth it back.

When the scrum was done max and Noella where in his locker room and he was just standing there hugging her.

“I love you” max says.

“I love you Mush” Noella says pulling him closer.

“Now go get cleaned up so we can go relax” Noella says pushing away after a moment. Max chuckles and goes as she says.

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kwlsn · 7 months ago

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After spending some time at your place, Hina finally went back to her place before her curfew while Emma sat down on your bed with your plushies, watching you working on your last task from cram school.

There was a pile of work on your left that Hina brought after she informed the teacher about your condition, stating that the teacher shouldn't be allowed to be this strict towards a barely recovered patient as she gave them to you.

"The winter wasn't as hard as before, I think it'll be okay for us if we go to the beach this week."

Emma hummed, kicking her legs in the air while looking at you for some approval — knowing Toman would only listen to Mikey, who only listened to you like a siscon maniac.

Though, she believed that you never realised it since three of them were infatuated on taking care of you — a pure girl, oblivious to every kind of harm in this world thanks to both of your elder brothers.

Whenever Emma felt jealous when Mikey or Shin paid more attention to you, she would always remember how hard it would be for you to be in this situation — remembering how disheveled you were when they brought you to the hospital, no sign of life in your eyes.

"I love you, y'know that?"

"I love you, too, Emma."

You looked at her with a small smile, knowing how hard it was for her to speak her feelings out and appreciate this chance she took to tell you about her real feeling.

Sitting on your bed, you took Emma's hand in yours and gave it a light squeeze of reassurance, feeling that this whole situation was probably due to what happened during the festival.

You knew she had a soft heart — which was both her weakness and strength. She was the only one you could rely on whenever you needed a bit of moral support or shoulder to cry on, a sister who would never leave you alone during your darkest hour.

Slacking off in the lounge with ¾ of your lower body underneath warm kotatsu was for sure a privilege you would never be able to let go — especially during winter.

Grampa was making a grilled mochi and put two tangerines beside it on top of his small hibachi, enjoying a comedy sitcom with you that had been gaining some popularity lately.

"Brat."

"Yes, Gramps?"

Instead of his usual strict tone, Grampa called you in a tone that reminded you of a mother trying to soothe her crying baby — as if, there was something he hid away from you.

He took one of the tangerine and peeled it carefully with his calloused fingers, putting the peel inside his favourite tea as you ate the sweet orange in delight, carefully reading the fine lines between his brows and dark spots on his hands.

Instead of continuing his sentence, Grampa was silent for the next thirty minutes and opened his mouth after the show ended, turning off the TV then scooted closer to you.

"I'm sorry,"

"I failed to be a grandpa, I failed to protect you from all those bad people..."

He wrapped his arms around your shoulder tightly and even if he didn't show it, you knew he was worried this whole time and had a lot of things to take care of at the same time (especially after what happened to you) took a toll on his slowly fragile body.

Grampa kept getting old and staying in Shibuya was nothing but facing a life full of danger — it wasn't worth it, you know it yourself.

After a small talk and a bit of reassurance, Grampa thought it would be the best if you live away from here — of course, they would come once in a while to visit (which would happen a lot, he reckoned).

He had asked Shin beforehand to find you an apartment nearby your school, hoping these would be a perfect place for a new start for you once you entered the school year again.

After checking out a couple of promising candidates, you landed your choice on a newly built apartment complex that required you to walk only for twenty minutes to school.

"Apparently there's a market, too, nearby this complex and the station didn't take more than thirty minutes by walk."

You hummed in thought, looking at him after stating the reasons for why you chose this place and hoping he wouldn't be angry at it as a smile crept up to his lips.

He called for Shin right away, asking for him to help you pack up your belongings as your winter break would end soon in a few weeks, giving your shoulder a light squeeze.

"Brat, make sure to tell me if you don't feel uncomfortable there or wanna go back here, okay?"

You answered him with a small grin as Shin showed up at the front door — left hand holding a couple of empty boxes for you and right hand holding on a sellotape.

Even though Shin could get pretty annoying for you once in a while, you started to think about things you wouldn't be able to do with him anymore.

There'd be no more Shin taking you watching him working at S.S Motors or buying fresh peaches in the summertime — asking for an apology with a box of your favourite meal for breaking your favourite eyeshadow or sneaking out from house when it was 2 AM with Manjiro.

It would be a core memory that you would never forget — the big brother who was both caring and annoying, ready to burn the world for you.

"Shin..."

"Yes, kid?"

"How's life with the Black Dragon — are you still with them?"

Shin raised his head to see your eyes, there was a hint of both curiosity and doubt — he didn't know what made him unsure about you but he almost knew right away that it was a test ; to see if he was lying or not to you.

He couldn't tell you that he was still in the gang — actually, scratch that, he couldn't tell you he was still the head of Black Dragon. He already made a promise to you and started a better life, one with less fight and contributed a lot to the society.

"Heh, y'know, Waka and Benkei would drop by once in a while at the shop — telling me about how kids around wanna actually learn about one thing or two from them, making sure they'd make no mistakes or things that don't align with what we believe. Well, 'used to' for me."

He let out a small chuckle, making a smooth exit and succeeding in getting you off his back as he helped you fold your clothes carefully, fearing that he'd ruin the white lace on your favourite shirt or cute DIY chain you made with Emma as an accessory for your skirt or short.

The sky started to turn into a warm shade of blood orange while the last box was finally done before he moved it away, stacking it on top of another box and writing 'misc' on it.

"Kid, we're done here now. I'll have the truck take em over tomorrow."

He took out his phone, sending a quick message to Waka as you lay down on your bed, feeling exhausted with the excessive amount of your belongings.

Shin, who didn't like it whenever the table was incomplete, encouraged you to stay away while the dinner would be done in fifteen — though, he was pretty unsure, too, since Emma would be home late today.

"I'll cook tonight, how about that?"

"Uh, no, I still wanna be alive..."

"This brat!"

The dinner was finally cooked by Shin — much to your dismay.

He cooked around five packages of noodles, a bunch of chopped veggies and tomato before he added a mixture of egg a few minutes before he turned off the stove.

"Shin, is this edible?"

"Kid, do you not trust me?"

You looked at him with a pair of puppy eyes, trying to beg for him not to give you that and instead make a quick run to the store to buy your favourite lunchbox — alas, your look got mistranslated by the older guy as he gave you extra veggies and topping your bowl up with two onsen eggs and tempura.

"I thought you loved me, Shin."

"I gave you two onsen eggs."

"Meat?"

"Those are beef tempura."

You poked it with your chopsticks a few times before taking a bite, hoping the taste wouldn't ruin your taste buds as Shin looked like someone who could actually do that as a form of his favourite torture method.

After a while, you started to taste a savoury grease taste coating inside your mouth when the crunch melted on your tongue — a combination you never expected before that could be achieved by Sano Shinichiro.

At the other end of the table, Shinichiro watched you eat his cooking with a faint smile; feeling his efforts on joining cooking class for housewives these past few weeks were finally paid off the time your doubt turned into a smile.

Thanking Shin for his cooking, you began to collect the dirty dishes and told him and Grampa to go sleep as you would wait for Emma and Mikey until they returned from who knows.

After drying out your hands, you walked to the lounge and slid the door open partially; letting the cold crisp air enter as it hit your face, enough to keep you up before a slow, heavy step caught you off guard.

"Shin!"

You looked up as he offered you a small smile before draping a thick blanket over your shoulders and sitting inside the kotatsu with you; a box of his favourite cigarette and lighter from Waka were splattered over the table.

As if it had been expected to be like this, he took a puff before holding it over your face when he caught you staring at him smoking; looking like a deer caught in headlights as he placed your hand on your tight.

"Wanna try?"

"But, I don't, y'know."

You stuttered, earning a chuckle from him before he took the blanket off you and rested his cigs away, placing you on his lap before wrapping the two of you with the blanket back.

"It'll be easier like this."

He hooked his left arm around your waist to keep you close as he took his cigs back for you, not wasting any second before he told you how you were supposed to inhale it and then exhale it slowly while making sure the smoke wouldn't linger inside you too long or you'd cough.

Unfortunately, you weren't gifted in understanding him so the time he put it between your lips; you ended up coughing.

"As I thought, a baby isn't supposed to smoke."

He gave you a cheeky grin when you hit his chest for making fun of you as he looked at you with a half-lidded gaze; finding your lips started to look a bit too enticing for him.

The way you sat on his lap, getting all cosy and snuggly when the winter wind started to get too much for you; cheeks and nose getting red and cold as your hands covered them, hoping it would actually do something to them.

As the door was within his reach, Shin closed it almost right away and brushed your hair away, making sure you felt warmer now when he raised the temperature inside the kotatsu.

"I love you so much, Shin. Thank you for keeping me company here."

You looked at him with a small giggle, hiding it away as you knew Shin would follow you and exaggerate the laugh; only for him to actually return the smile, one that rarely he wore.

The room kept getting warmer despite the cold winter air and dark lounge, solely depending on the heater for some light as Shin cupped your cheek; drawing random shapes on it with his thumb as he got closer.

"I love you, too, kid."

As a rush of adrenaline began to pump up in your system, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer; deepening the kiss as both of you had taken the forbidden route, one both of you couldn't turn back from anymore.

The start of this misery was finally started when a certain faux blond saw his beloved siblings were kissing each other; a pair of star-crossed lovers who had broken the shackles and now cursed by the star to live in nothing but ill-fated throughout the time and space.

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