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profundcherrylady · 4 months ago

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SINGLE DAD!SAE ITOSHI

A/N: CHRISTMAS SPECIAL! Yeah I know it's past New Years and technically mid January, I just took a looong time writing this, hope y'all like it tho.

Warnings: None I think. Just a little swearing.

Contents: Rin being a bad babysitter lol. VERY unrealistic btw there is no way none of this could be like an actual situation that could happen in real life. Very, very bad parenting because WHY would Sae let any of this happen tf.

Description: On a displeasing turn of events, Sae has to spend Christmas eve at work, in Spain. But that's not going to stop his daughter from making her Christmas wishes come true.

"...What do you mean, she's gone?" Sae's voice was starting to sound anxious, even on the other side of the phone. Missing? His daughter was missing on Christmas eve? How could this happen? If he was there, he would for sure give Rin something more than just a piece of his mind for losing his daughter.

"Exactly what you're hearing. She's not here." he explained, still looking around under tables and inside cabinets in case she was secretly playing hide and seek again. "I checked her bedroom, the bathroom, your room, the kitchen... it's like she disappeared on thin air."

"That's impossible. Why did you leave her alone in the apartment in the first place?"

"Because she is refusing to move from her room. Well, she was. Now I have no clue of where the hell she is! You know this is your fault, right?"

"Excuse me? Tell me how I'm at fault for you losing my daughter."

"She wouldn't stop asking about you; she was heartbroken when you told her you'd spend Christmas at Spain without her, saying she wanted to be with you and asking when you'd come back. She was so depressed she didn't even want to eat. I even bought her a bunch of presents but she said it'll not be the same without you here, and you know damn well that brat's spoiled. She wouldn't reject any gifts if she wasn't depressed, depressed."

"First of all, do not call her a spoiled brat." he responded. "Second, fine. Leave it at that and just focus on finding her, where could she have gone to? Somewhere that reminds her of me maybe? She must've left something behind, keep looking!"

"I'm looking, chill." he entered the little girl's bedroom once again. Just as he saw before, it was empty and quiet, no sight of her favorite bunny plushie either which meant she must have gone somewhere. She always took that thing everywhere. He peeked under the bed but there was nothing, then finally stood back up.

A paper.

Rin's eyes widened at the sight of a paper on the bed, and he quickly rushed to read it.

"Rin?" he hushed his brother on the other of the phone. The handwriting was messy and childish so it was definitely hers, and as he read line through line his eyes widened even more.

"Fuck."

"What? What is it? Did you find something?"

"So... you're not gonna like what you're going to hear. She left a note... it says she was heading to you."

"Me?" he repeated, absolutely on disbelief. "I'm in Spain."

"Yeah, she seems to know that." the younger Itoshi continued to read the note, this time out loud. "...'Dear uncle Rin, I miss papa, I don't wanba wait anymore...'? Guess she meant 'wanna'. Uh... 'Chridthsma I dunno how to spell it but you know what I mean. Too lonely! I wanna see papa, so I'll go suprise him. I wanna spend tomoreow with him. Thanks uncle Rin! Plz don't throw out my presents that you bought me. Bye-bye'. And that's it."

"WHAT? She can't come all the way to Spain just to see me."

"You bet she can't; she's under eighteen. Relax, she can't travel alone just like that; she won't go far. I'll just go to the airport."

"Okay... that's true, but she wouldn't give up that easily; I'm pretty sure she knows she can't go on a plane alone, so..." then the realization hit him. "The train."

"What?"

"The TRAIN. She'll take the train from Japan to Europe, then from Barcelona to where I'm at on Madrid."

"Sae be fucking for real. Do you seriously think a six-year-old planned all of that?"

"Believe me, she's capable. She's seen those trains before, and she would for sure be too scared to go to the airport."

"And where do you think she'd get the money to travel?"

"Her allowance."

"You give a six-year-old an allowance?"

"STOP asking questions and go to the train station for her!"

"Okay, relax, I'm heading out."

But unfortunately for Rin, little Mao was already on the train station ready to head out to a whole another continent just to see her father. She had packed well (she broght her stuffed bunny) and ate breakfast before heading out (cookies from the kitchen counter); she was even well dressed for the occasion (she put on her jacket).

She was at the train station now, waving hello to the person selling the train tickets.

"Can I go to Spain, please?" she asked excitedly.

"Well, hello. You're taking a trip with your parents? Where are they?"

"My papa is at Spain." the man let out an 'oh' after hearing that.

"On Christmas eve, whithout his family? Must be something important. I'm sorry, though, I can't sell you a ticket to another country without any parental supervision."

"But... I already got all the way here."

"Sorry, kid, it's against the rules. I mean, if you had another parent or someone that can go with you I'd gladly let you go to Spain and see your dad."

"My uncle already said no... that's why I walked here all by myself... in the snow..."

"Well, if he said no it must be for a reason. What about your mom?"

"She isn't alive anymore. My dad and my uncle are pretty much all I have."

"Oh..." now he was starting to feel bad about this poor kids and her sad puppy eyes.

"I just wanted to see my papa on Christmas eve... he said he'd send me presents but I just wanted a hug from him. That was my only Christmas wish... but I guess it won't come true... hopefully he won't miss new year's too... or my birthday... I don't wanna keep seeing him through a screen anymore..."

"Okay, okay, okay, fine." he gave up; this teary-eyed child was going to kill him from sadness. He couldn't just send her home all sad like that. "Fine... I'll make some calls, I'll get you a train ticket to Barcelona. But you have to follow my instructions, okay? Going to another country is a big deal."

"Really? Thank you, mister! Now my Christmas wish is gonna come true!" the man took the phone aside from him and started making calls to arrange everything.

"Just let me see your passport and we'll see what we can do."

"You missed her? Really?" Sae was exasperated at this point. He was confident that they wouldn't let a kid travel to another continent, but apparently they were more incompetent than he thought.

"Listen, I got here as fast as I could. It's Christmas eve and there's snow all over; traffic was horrible." Rin explained, looking over his shoulder where the person in charge was showing him the security footage where they let Mao buy a ticket and get on the train. "I asked and it seems like her train just left. She bought a ticket to Barcelona and she's now on her way to you, but don't worry too much, they told me they got someone from the staff to keep an eye on her."

"That's not as bad as it could be, but what now? I have a match today, she knows that. I told her I wasn't missing Christmas at home just because. I'm busy preparing but if she's already on her way that I might have to cancel."

"Don't get too ahead of yourself just now, her train just left. It's like 19 hours from now, and it has two connections in Portugal and France. It'll take her a while to actually get to you."

"Still, the game is tomorrow at 2:00pm. I don't know if I can concentrate in training if my child is somewhere in Europe. Just thinking about it is getting me on my nerves... I know I can't do anything until she's here but I still feel the urge to go looking for her."

"Listen, it's going to be fine. Nothing will happen to her on the train and once she gets to Spain she only has to buy another ticket from Barcelona to Madrid and then you can do something about it, but do not call off the game because of this. People are counting on you to show up, you know? Seriously, just focus on getting ready and everything will get sorted out. Even if you don't go and look for her, I think she made it clear that she's going to find her way to you."

"I suppose there's some truth in what you say, but it still doesn't feel like something a responsible parent would do. I'm just worried."

"And you don't think I am? She's still my niece; if anything bad happens to her it'll all be my fault."

"It sure will be, you better take the damn responsibility if something happens to my daughter."

"Why do I bother telling you anything? Whatever, I'll call you later."

"France and Portugal were pretty, right?" the assistant from the train watched Mao as she nodded her head with a smile. "You took a big nap earlier; must feel a lot better, hm?"

"Yeah, but I'd really like to get to Spain now..."

"Don't worry, sweetie. Look, we're already here." she almost jumped off her seat when she heard that, holding her plush bunny tightly. The woman from the train helped her gather her stuff and get off, then sweetly waved her goodbye from the inside of the train. "Take care, okay? You're almost there!"

"Bye, miss! Thank you!" Mao waved as well as the train's gates closed off again, then turned around to head to the front desk and buy a ticket to Madrid.

Looking around, she almost bumped with a couple of people who spoke in a language she didn't quite understand and seemed pretty confused to see a foreigner child alone at the train station. She ignored it, as she was busy being amazed at the difference between this place and her hometown, but she kept going until she finally got the front desk where the person in charge looked down at her.

"¿Qué?"

"Hi! Um... I wanna go to Madrid." she pointed to the screen behind the man, so even though he didn't understand the kid he knew what she was trying to say, and he answered accordingly.

"Madrid? ¿Pero qué quiere hacer una niña en Madrid?" she stared, unable to understand a word, and the man finally sighed. "Mo es mi cría ni mi problema. Toma tu boleto a Madrid."

"Thank you!" she took the ticket handed to her and payed the number on the screen and walked towards her next train.

This was it, she was almost there. So close to seeing her father it actually felt unreal! Even when she didn't even spoke spanish she was there! Just a few hours and she would be able to get that hug from him.

Of course, as the hours passed, little Mao ended up spending Christmas eve on the train, but the wait was worth it. When the sun finally went up and Christmas morning came around, Mao Itoshi arrived to Madrid. The city outside the train station was bustling with energy, with big christmas decorations on the local stors and a crowd of people walking around with their children. And so... what now?

Wait.

...What now?

Where WAS Sae? She didn't know. She knew he was in Madrid and that he had a game later, yet that was all. She didn't know where her dad was staying or where could he be now, aside from the stadium where the football game was taking place later, but she didn't know where that was either. The city was huge and full of people; what was she supposed to do now?

"Um... sorry?" she tried asking around for directions, but of course, the locals didn't speak the same language as her. The brushed her off as soon as they realized they weren't getting whatever she was trying to say.

So she continued walking, trying to find anything that might get her in the right direction. At this point, she was tired again. She was only a child after all; she couldn't walk that much without getting exhausted fast, but she kept pushing through. She was on a mission, and the goal was so close; she couldn't possibly give up now. Even if she was tired and cold and hungry... she didn't have that much time before her father's game started, and then she would have to wait even more for that hug!

After a while she stumbled across a café. She didn't have money on her, but she figured she was tired and maybe they could let her just sit for a little bit and rest so that she could get to Sae faster. She held onto her plush bunny a little tighter as she reached for the doorknob and got inside, just to be greeted by a young (yet older from her perspective) woman.

"Bienvenida!" she looked down at the child, and after a couple of seconds she became surprised that she was alone. Peeking outside the door, there was no sight of any parents or older siblings or any responsible adult. She also took note of the fact that her features didn't seem spanish, although they were slightly familiar from somewhere... "¿Hablas español?"

"Um..." the answer to that question was no. She did not speak Spanish, but she didn't know that's what she was asking.

"Ay, probrecita... no te preocupes, ven." she signaled Mao to follow, which she did, and she was sat on a nearby table. "¿Tienes hambre? Ah, es cierto, que no hablas español. Te voy a traer algo de comer, ¿sí?"

After saying a couple more things she didn't understand, the lady finally walked away, so Mao let herself relax for a moment on the tranquility of the almost empty café. The only sounds around were the soothing wirring of the coffee machine on the back, the television set on some corner and the few people that were in there eating. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, resting her head against the table, when the lady came back with a little baked pastry on a plate. She gestured Mao to not worry and just eat it, but before she could actually say anything else she was startled by the sound of another customer cursing out at the TV.

"¿QUÉ?" he exclaimed again, and so she paid a little more attention to the news on there.

"Y ahora, bueno, la noticia que ha tenido a toda España como loca. A las 2:00pm de hoy estaba programado el partido de fútbol que iba a dar lugar en el estadio de Madrid y en el cual iba a participar el llamado prodigio japonés Sae Itoshi. Ha dado muchísimo de que hablar como jugador; se le quiere un montón en su país de origen, y hoy iba a participar en este partido pero de última hora acaba de anunciar que no puede jugar. Es una locura, escúchenme que tampoco me lo puedo creer. El partido ha sido puesto en espera porque Sae Itoshi se está negando a jugar debido a que su hija está desaparecida. Dio algunos minutos de su tiempo para hablar con la prensa hace poco menos de treinta minutos y declaró que aparentemente de vuelta en Japón dejó a su hija al cuidado de su hermano, es decir el tío de la niña, y que... que ha despertado y la niña no estaba! Y en víspera de navidad, además, es que es increíble. Y para hacerlo peor todavía, la niña dejó una nota en su casa diciendo que fue a visitar a su padre, por lo cual Sae Itoshi declaró que su hija está en algún lugar de Madrid y que no puede jugar hasta que no la encuentre. No me creo que esto sea una noticia real gente, pero aquí estamos. Eh... pues ya saben, estén atentos. Sae Itoshi dejó la descripción de su hija para que quien sea que la vea lo pueda reportar o la lleve directamente al estadio. Es una niña de seis años, tiene el cabello oscuro y los ojos iguales a los de su padre; también dice que lleva con ella un... ¿conejo de felpa?"

"Dios mío!" after hearing the news, the lady was certain. This kid in the café was Sae Itoshi's daughter; her description matched and then it made sense that her features seemed familiar. So she was missing and her father was holding the whole football match until he found her... she had to do something!

She waited patiently until Mao finished her little snack and then approached her again, pointing at the TV where they were showing the footage of Sae declaring the facts of her little runaway. The kid gasped, almost trying to reach out to him.

"Papa!" that she could understand. It was very similar to the spanish word "papá" which meant dad so there was no doubt.

"Te voy a llevar con tu papá, ¿bien? Vamos." she offered her hand, which Mao took as the lady shouted that she was going out for a little bit and got out with her.

"C'mon, Sae, be reasonable. You can't just back out of the game like this! Do you know how many people are counting on you?"

"Yeah, the thing is, I don't give a fuck my daughter is MISSING. I was patient enough; I'm not doing anything until she's safe and sound."

"But... Sae! This game is very important for all of us! You're going to make us lose!"

"So you're telling me... a stupid football match is more important than my daughter's life." now THAT made him rethink his words, although not for long, because there was no way he was going to stay quiet with how much was at stake. But the next thing he said was the last straw for Sae.

"N-No... I didn't mean... fuck, Sae, she's been missing two days! Maybe it's time you consider the other possibilities and move on-"

"What did you just say?" his harsh tone and the darkened expression on his face made the whole room go quiet. "I don't care if you lose the game over this, you hear me? But that's my little girl, and if anything happens to her because of this I could never forgive myself, and the fact that you are even suggesting that she could be dead and that I just 'move on' is making me sick. You want me to play today? You better keep that stupid mouth of yours fucking closed or I'll make sure you do. I don't say things twice so you better listen up. I'm getting out of here to find her, understood?"

"Y-Yeah... I'm sorr-"

"Papa!" Sae's expression instantly switched as soon as he heard the familiar voice call for him, and as he turned around, there she was. Safe and unharmed, accompanied by a few security guards from the stadium. His eyes relaxed inmediately when he saw her ran up to him, then he crouched down and opened up his arms as he saw the little girl going for a hug, and once she was on his arms again, he let out a sigh of relief and held her just a little bit tighter. "I missed you, papa!"

Sae stood back up with her still on his arms, and frowned slightly as he looked down at her again.

"You are in very big trouble, young lady. You traveled all across Europe from Japan, through Portugal and France, just to be here. Do you have any idea how dangerous and irresponsible that was? Do you know what could've happened to you? You could've gotten lost, or worse. I am very disappointed; I was worried sick. You don't even speak spanish and you still managed to get all the way to the stadium." he saw her little smile fade away with his words, and he sighed once more as his eyes softened once again. "You must've really wanted to see me today, huh?"

"I did! Papa, I wanted to be with you on Christmas."

"We talked about this, Mao, I sent you lots of gifts back to Japan and we could always videocall today after the game; you didn't need to do all of this."

"But I did need it!"

"How so?"

"Because none of the gifts were what I wanted..."

"What? That's not possible. I sent you everything you said you wanted; I bought you that dollhouse you said was pretty and the dress you said you wanted for Christmas, there were more plush toys and accessories you told me you liked and things from your favorite cartoons. I don't know how I could've missed anything."

"That's okay papa, it's because those are the gifts from you! I did want those but they weren't my Christmas wish."

"Really? None of them?"

"Nope! They were things I wanted but they weren't my Christmas wish. But don't worry, papa, there's no way you could've known. I wrote it on my letter to Santa!"

Oh.

Didn't he tell Rin to check that as well? Damn it, he missed his daughter's Christmas wish and he didn't realize. Of course it didn't come true if he didn't know what it was to buy it...

"Well, can I know what it is? Maybe there's still time to get you whatever it is."

"It's okay, I already have it! It was a hug from you." and then his heart melted down. How could he still be mad after that?

"You little rascal. Why did you tell Santa and not me?"

"I figured he'd talk to you and maybe you would change your mind and go home. But then I found out what was his plan really was! I woke up yesterday and there was a letter under the tree! And it had money and the train schedule so I could get here today! And then a lot of miracles happened, like the person who sold me the ticket and the nice lady from the train and the café and me getting this far without knowing any spanish!"

"You found a letter with money under the tree? I didn't do that..." he whispered, and he certainly knew Rin didn't do it either.

"Of course you didn't; it was Santa!" Sae rolled his eyes and gave her one last hug.

"It still doesn't mean you're free from punishment. You're grounded for a month."

"Why?!"

"You traveled to another continent without permission and you're asking why you're grounded? Hand over that plush bunny, miss."

"Noooo, not that! I'm not gonna do it again!"

"You bet you won't."

"Don't take it, please! He's my best friend."

"I know." he huffed. "Fine. Now, I'm gonna need you to wait for me; I have a game to win."

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changbinsboiledegg · 2 years ago

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i've been a silent reader for a while now and i rlly like your works so i'm going to request something lol

so skz reactions to a hyper independent s/o? like hurt / comfort genre, you can even like idk state why they are like this as well if you want :)

take your time and remember to drink water 💦

that's all bye ✌️

Heyo silent anon 🫶Thank you for the request! I'm glad you requested! I sincerely hope this is accurate depictions and that this is what you were hoping for. I took time to research a bit to,,, not suck at it? lol but please lmk if this is okay!! I don't want to accidentally offend anybody :((( also, thank you! Please drink water too, lovely!

GN! Reader X SKZ

Warnings: vague/ brief mentions of traumas leading to hyper independence, stress, burnout, uselessness, guilt mentions, injury, hurt/comfort, brief argument?, past relationship/ betrayal mention, negative thoughts, swearing, kinda. If I'm missing any, lmk. If anything is wrong, LMK!!!!!

Note: Thank you for your patience btw! I sincerely hope you have a good day and I hope these are to your liking & what you pictured! Okay I'll shut up now. As always, if no one told you today, ily! Take care.

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Chan

Chan knows you’re very self reliant and accepts that. He can��t force you to ask for help when you needed. But he wished you’d come to him and weren’t afraid to lean on his shoulder when you needed just as you offered your shoulder for him to lean on when he needed.

You were looking for your wallet that you must’ve dropped when you went to visit Chan in the studio. The studio was now empty, but Chan’s things were still inside which indicated he would be back.

Knowing he was busy, you wanted to hurry and find your wallet before he returned. You checked under and on top of anything in the studio but came up empty every time.

“Shit.” You muttered, trying to retrace your steps. You didn’t ask for help because you felt confident that you would find it on your own. After all, everything you’ve done for yourself had been on your own.

You closed your eyes, knowing you needed to find your wallet. It had everything you needed inside. You cursed yourself for being so careless.

“You came back?” Chan asked, entering the studio. You were on your hands and knees, trying to see if your wallet fell under anything again.

“Looking for something?” He asked when you didn’t immediately respond. You sighed, sitting up on your knees.

“My wallet. Don’t worry, I know where it is.” You quickly replied, looking around the studio from the height you were at. Chan started to help you look, despite having other things to do.

“Hey, seriously. I can find it. Go work on your music.” You tried to reassure him. Chan shook his head, “it’s not a problem. I want to help.”

You knew there was nothing you could do to talk him out of stopping. This was one of the rare times he knew how to help when you wouldn’t ask.

“Chan—”

“Ah ha! Here you go, babe.” He handed your wallet to you with a satisfied grin. You took it from him, relieved, yet a feeling of defeat wash over you.

“Thank you.” You sighed, glancing over your wallet.

Chan put his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing them. “Anytime. I mean it.”

Lee Know

You never asked for help. Especially when you really needed it. It’s just how you were conditioned. From childhood to adulthood, you were forced to do every thing yourself.

Whether the task was dangerous or not, you didn’t ask for help because you never really knew how.

You were changing a lightbulb that had went out during your study session. You grabbed a new lightbulb, a chair and a screwdriver to unscrew the light fixture.

This was something help would’ve been needed for. Not changing the lightbulb itself, but you seriously needed a spotter as the chair you were standing on was wobbly.

Minho was in the other room, talking to Jisung while you were changing the lightbulb.

You steadied yourself, attempting to screw the light fixture back on but the screw fell through your fingertips and on instinct, you tried to catch it before it hit the floor.

The screw wasn’t the only thing that hit the floor. You yelped as soon as your body thudded against the floor. You were blinded with pain for a few solid seconds when you were greeted by your boyfriend rushing to your side and trying to assess the situation before touching you.

“What happened?!” Minho asked, his expression laced with concern.

“Should I call an ambulance?” Jisung asked, shocked at what he was seeing.

“No! I’m okay!” You attempted to sit up but the pain went through your arm like shockwaves. Minho’s eyes widened, seeing your arm was broken.

“Yes, please call an ambulance.” Minho spared a glance at Jisung. You were about to shake your head, but a broken arm was beyond something you could simply fix yourself.

“My love, why didn’t you ask for help? You know that chair has a bad leg.” Minho’s tone was soft, trying to comfort you through your pain. You had a frown on your face, speaking up, “I didn’t need help— and that chair never gave me an issue before.”

“Maybe you didn’t need help to change the lightbulb, but definitely needed someone to keep the chair steady.” Minho grimaced at the way your arm had broken. You didn’t want to argue and seriously considered learning to ask for help as you were in a decent amount of pain.

“It’s okay to ask for help. I would rather you… not have a broken arm.” Minho tried to keep the mood light, even if he was freaking out inside. You slowly nodded, “I will ask… next time.”

You weren’t sure if you believed yourself, but it gave Minho relief for the mean time.

Changbin

You went from feeling an extreme amount of stress to feeling an extreme amount of guilt.

You were carrying boxes to the trunk of your car. Changbin helped you with what he could grab when he swung by to see what you were up to. When he saw you moving boxes, he wanted to help and didn’t ask first because he knew your answer.

You tried to stick to the heavier boxes, not wanting him to deal with those due to the weight they held. Even though you knew he could probably carry three heavy boxes in one trip.

You picked up a box that was seemingly too heavy for you to lift without your legs shaking underneath the weight.

The stress of packing and moving, and now this, frustrated you to an unbelievable extent. Changbin saw how you struggled with the box and quickly went over to take it from you.

“No, I got it.” You argued, almost stumbling backwards. Changbin caught you— and the box, steadying you.

“Come on, let me take it. You’re going to hurt—”

“I said I got it!” You snapped. A look of hurt flashed over his face, but he still took the box from you and silently walked it out to your car.

Changbin didn’t say anything for a while, helping you move into your new apartment and you actually letting him, feeling guilty for snapping at him. Receiving help wasn’t a bad thing, but to you, it meant there was something you couldn’t do.

You wanted to prove to yourself always that you were capable of everything. Which you were, but that didn’t convince you.

“Changbin.” You spoke up as he had gotten the last box— the box that made you snap at him, inside. He wordless looked at you, still hurt from before. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to him, hugging him tightly.

“I’m sorry. I was just frustrated but that’s no excuse to snap at you like that.” You apologized, the guilt only slightly melting away. Changbin’s arms wrapped around you after your apology and he kissed your cheek.

“I forgive you.” He finally spoke. You felt relief, although the guilt would remain for a while.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was very aware of your hyper independence. He knew you were always busy. Not because there was anything you had to do, but because you always gave yourself things to do.

It was how you made yourself feel useful. You always had the need to be useful in some way.

Hyunjin wanted to help out in some way, ease the pressure off of your shoulders, not knowing it was how you allowed yourself to breathe.

He would clean for you, tidying things up for you, do your laundry when you were out. He even cooked or ordered takeout for you so you wouldn’t have to do it yourself after a long day.

“You really don’t need to do this for me.” You sounded slightly upset, but it wasn’t at Hyunjin. He knew this, luckily.

Hyunjin brushed off your tone and smiled, “it’s not a problem.”

You sighed, not wanting to argue with him. Especially when he showed you the smile that made your heart swell.

“I didn’t want you to feel suffocated in chores.” Hyunjin added, he took your hand and pulled you towards the kitchen now that you both knew there was nothing else for you to task yourself with.

He set the table and served dinner, both of you sitting across from each other.

You started to eat, at least allowing yourself to enjoy what your boyfriend had prepared. Hyunjin felt satisfied with himself once again, seeing how you looked when you relaxed.

“Thank you.” You finally thanked him, grateful. Hyunjin waved you off, smiling as he began to eat with you.

“Not a problem.”

You watched him for a few seconds, “this is really good. I don’t think I’ve ever told you.”

“You have.” He took another bite. “But again, thank you.”

Han

You never asked for help. The last time you asked for help resulted in you being hurt in a previous relationship. You tried to work through it, learn that not everyone is going to hurt you the way your ex did.

It was the day you got hurt and even though it didn’t hurt anymore, your heart seemed to think other wise. Jisung knew there was a specific day that bothered you inside, but never knew why. You refused to talk about it, even if deep down, you wanted to tell him.

You trusted Jisung, but there was always the suspicion creeping in and causing you to fight with yourself.

“Let’s go out to eat tonight. There’s a restaurant that just opened up.” Jisung invited, wanting to get your mind off of what was bothering you.

There it was again, the suspicion. ‘He’s going to break up with you during dinner.’ Your mind ran rampant with these thoughts.

‘He’s going to betray you like your ex did.’

You forced the thoughts back, telling yourself ‘Jisung is not like my ex. He’s better.’

Jisung’s heart sank at the lack of response. “Or… If you have something else in mind, I’m open to it.”

‘He’s only trying to lower your guard—’

“No! Yes, I’m up for trying this new restaurant.” You interrupted your negative thoughts. You weren’t going to let your past affect how you thought of Jisung and you certainly didn’t want to ruin his excitement.

Jisung smiled, his facial expression filling with relief. “Thank you. My treat—”

“No, I want to pay!” You objected, “you had a hard week.”

“No, no. I’m paying. I invited you, I should pay.” Jisung argued. You groaned, “no, Jisung. Come on. What if it’s expensive?”

“Then we can split the bill.” Jisung shrugged, “if I wasn’t already going to pay in full.”

And you let out a heavy sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to let up.

Felix

You found yourself looking up how to do basic tasks, even if you’ve done them multiple times before.

You tend to do this when you’re feeling particularly burned out and can’t focus properly.

“Damnit.” You muttered, slapping your hand against your thigh in frustration as you misspelled a word. You deleted the entire search and retyped it, only to misspell the same word.

You felt like crying or screaming or throwing your phone. You knew how to do laundry. You couldn’t explain to yourself why it mattered so much that you needed to look it up right away.

You were burned out. Mundane tasks were difficult to complete and you wanted it done, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Looking up how to do certain things step by step was your way of convincing yourself it’s not that hard.

“Damnit!” You cursed a little louder, your hands shaking.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay?” Felix asked, peeking over your shoulder at the misspelled question in the search bar.

It was then that he realized how you were struggling.

“Want me to search it for you?” He asked, even if he knew you already knew how to do laundry.

He also knew it was your way of dealing with your burn out. You, of course, shook your head.

“No. I’m fine. I just need a minute.” You took a deep breath in and retyped the question, finally spelling it right and reading what Google had to offer.

“Why don’t you rest. I will take care of it.” Felix started to lift the laundry basket before you protested. “Wait, no, I got it.”

Felix saw the way your hands were shaking from the high volume of stress. He gave you a small smile and shook his head.

“Rest.”

Seungmin

“Yes.” - “No.”

“Yes.” Seungmin stood firm on his ‘yes’. You two have been arguing back and forth, you saying no, him saying yes.

He was going to help you whether you liked it or not. Especially with something he bought.

“Seungmin, come on.” You pleaded, wanting him to let you handle putting together the shelf he bought.

“Nope. I’m helping. Look, I already have the box open— one second.” Seungmin quickly fell to his knees and opened the box quickly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as he started to take out the parts and screws that came with it.

“Look, I already touched the instructions manual. Now I have to help.” Seungmin beamed, opening the manual.

“Um… can you help me?” He asked, handing you the manual. You sat with him and looked over the manual.

“Fine. Give me the screws and—“

“No. Then you won’t let me help.” Seungmin cut you off. You tilted your head at your boyfriend.

“Fine, Seungmin. You open the screws and I’ll hold the pieces together. Good?” You wished he wasn’t so stubborn, but then again, maybe it was something you loved about him among all of the other things.

Seungmin grinned, satisfied.

“Fine by me.”

I.N

You learned at a young age that ‘if you want something done right, do it yourself’. No one helped you unless they wanted to and you didn’t ask for help because you wanted things ‘done right’.

You wanted to come out of that mindset, feeling burned out from always relying on yourself.

But you couldn’t help it. It wasn’t something you could come out of overnight.

“Jeongin? What are you… Hey, no.” You sighed, walking towards him after turning on the light. He was trying to clean the kitchen in the dark, not wanting to wake you up.

He knew that you’d feel stressed seeing the messy kitchen.

He didn’t want to see you so stressed and burned out like this. You started to join him, cleaning up, but Jeongin quickly moved over to stop you by taking your hands in his.

“Let me. I made this mess, after all.” Jeongin reassured, trying to justify cleaning the kitchen by himself.

“But it’s my kitchen.” You countered. Jeongin shook his head.

“It’s still my mess.”

“It’s still my kitchen.” You frowned, crossing your arms. Jeongin thought for a moment, trying to convince you that you don’t need to be the one to clean up all the time. Especially since it was his mess.

“If you threw my phone off of a cliff, would I need to buy a new phone or would you need to buy it?” He asked, tilting his head.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “what?”

“Hypothetically.”

“I would need to buy you a new phone because I was the one that threw it.” You replied, not understanding his hypothetical question and it’s relevancy to him cleaning your kitchen.

“Exactly. Therefore, my mess in your kitchen is my problem. Goodnight!” Jeongin grinned cheekily before getting back to cleaning.

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callme-dickmaster · 6 months ago

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Basket Case

Ch. Three - Fine

cw: this may be v long, afab! reader, minimal use of y/n, bullying, language, Lonnie Byers and his bad parenting author's note: hullo

<<part 2 - part 4 >>

Tuesday, November 8th, 1983

You stomped into school with the biggest scowl you could muster. You were still angry about the day before. You punched your locker, earning a stinging hand, and snatched your books out of your locker.

"Don't! Not today, man," you snapped when Eddie trotted up to your locker. He put his hands up in surrender and backed away. He knew when someone was not having it. You huffed, deciding to skip second period to avoid snapping at Carol, and sat in the library to draw. It passed faster than you were used to, but that was fine with you as long as you didn't have to look at the back of Carol's head any more than you had to.

You made your way to the front of the school to try and use the pay phone to call Jonathan and tear him a new one for missing so much school.

"Hey, y/n!" you stopped with a sigh. For fuck's sake.

"What?" you sighed, keeping your eyes on the floor. Steve jogged up to you, wearing a stupid all-blue outfit. You hated blue.

"Hey, uh...I feel bad...A-about yesterday. But I'm having a party tonight, and I thought you could come?" Steve sputtered. This boy had clearly never said a genuine apology in his life. "I could come?" you asked slowly.

Steve smiled and nodded, "Yeah! To the party?" he said, sounding unsure.

You glanced behind him and saw Tommy and Carol not far behind. You gave him a blank stare, "No. Eat dirt."

Steve opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out as you walked away. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips. "Fine. Play it that way, Henderson," Steve said. He was bound and determined to get on your good side. Even if he wasn't entirely sure he was ever on it in the first place.

You continued to the front of the school and almost passed Jonathan, who was hanging posters on the bulletin board.

"Jonathan Byers! Where the hell have you been?!" You gritted, hitting him with every word. Jonathan flinched away from you, "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry I didn't call! I was looking for Will!" he said, giving you one of the missing posters. You furrowed your eyebrows, scanning the poster. Since when had Will been missing? You just saw him Sunday!

"Will is missing? Wait. What?! How long has he been gone? How did I not notice this? I'm sorry I was so mean to you just then; I had no idea!" you said, putting a hand on his arm. You looked behind Jonathan and noticed Steve and his friends watching them. "Do you guys know anything yet?" you asked. Jonathan shook his head with a shrug.

You sighed, turning to focus your glare on Nancy walking up to you and Jonathan. "H-hey..." Nancy stuttered. Her gaze flickered from Jonathan to you and back again. "I just...I wanted to say, um...I'm sorry about everything," she said, ensuring you knew she was talking to you too.

You, however, didn't care. "Thanks. Bye," You snapped, glaring as harshly as you could at the brunette. Nancy flinched, but she couldn't walk away yet. "Sorry...um, everyone's thinking about you," she tried, "It sucks," she gave him a sad smile. You rolled your eyes, grabbing another poster from Jonathan to hang up around town.

"I'm sure he's fine. He's a smart kid," Nancy added, throwing another cautionary glance at you before the bell rang and she had to leave for a test.

"What are you doing now?" you asked.

"I-I'm about to go to Lonnie's to look for him," Jonathan sighed.

"I'm coming with you. Let's go," you said, pulling your bag on your shoulder. Jonathan started to protest, but you were already out the door. "Okay then," he sighed. You were standing by his car, pulling impatiently on the handle. He drove silently until you couldn't stand the music he was playing anymore. You grabbed the tapes from his backseat and rifled through them with a scowl.

"Dude, seriously? No Metallica?" you sighed, dropping a Talking Heads tape.

Jonathan chuckled, shaking his head, "No! I told you I like the calmer stuff," he replied. You rolled your eyes, digging for another tape, and settled on a mixtape. "Calmer stuff," you scoffed. Jonathan started up the tape, which was thankfully one you could bop along to.

You both stopped when the first bars of "Should I Stay Or Should I Go" started. It was Will's favorite. You smiled comfortingly at Jonathan and nodded along to the song.

You stared out the window as you neared Lonnie's neighborhood. You sighed, twisting a strand of hair around your finger while Jonathan parked a few houses down from Lonnie's. "Look, stay in the car, okay?" he said, reaching into the back for his bag.

"No way! I can help look for him. Do you think Lonnie will hand him over if he is here?" you asked, staring at him with big eyes. Jonathan sighed, giving in. You climbed out of the car, staying close to Jonathan and hissing at a neighbor who looked you up and down. Jonathan gently pulled you in front of him, glaring back at the boy as you ran to the door.

He frantically knocked on the door until a woman opened up, obnoxiously chewing her gum. "Can I help you?" she asked rudely.

"Hey. Is Lonnie around?" Jonathan asked, not looking at her. The lady furrowed her eyebrows, "Yeah, he's out back. What do you want?" she asked.

"To look around," Jonathan said, pushing past her with you in tow. You both called Will's name, opening doors and bumping into each other when Lonnie ran up and pushed Jonathan against a wall, getting a yelp from you. Jonathan shoved his father off of him, "You've gotten stronger," Lonnie said, punching Jonathan's chest.

You glared daggers at him from the hall, "Jonathan, this is Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Jonathan. My oldest," Lonnie said.

"Who is she?" Cynthia snapped, pointing at you. "Oh...that one. Your crazy friend," Lonnie said. "Don't call her that. And I'm here for Will," Jonathan said, pushing him to run out back. Cynthia glanced from the yard to the teenager in her living room and tapped your arm.

"You want a drink or something?" she asked. You stared at her silently. "Okay..." Cynthia trailed, walking away. Jonathan eventually walked back inside, and you left quickly and quietly. Jonathan drove back into town with you sitting quietly beside him.

He drove up to your house, noticing your mom wasn't home. "I think she's out working. I'll see you tomorrow," you said before walking inside.

The phone rang not even a minute after you walked into the house. "Henderson residence," you sighed. "Uh, h-hey, y/n!"

"Steve?" you frowned, "How did you get my number?" you asked. Steve shrugged on the other end, "Yellow pages." You rubbed your temples.

This guy is going to give me grey hairs.

"Okay, well, throw that page away. I don't really feel like dealing with you and your shitty friends outside of school, too," you said, slamming the phone on the wall. There was no reason for King Steve Harrington to call you. Especially on your home phone, where your little brother could answer. He gets picked on enough at the middle school, and high schoolers are way more ruthless than twelve-year-olds.

You made a late dinner out of the food your mom left and sat in bed to try to get some homework done. A few hours in, you heard the phone start ringing again. You sighed, dropping your head back on your shoulders. "Yeah?" you answered, leaning on the wall.

"Hi! Y/n, hey, it's-it's Nancy," Nancy stuttered on the other end. You sighed, letting your head hang.

"Dude, I swear to God, if this is an initiation thing to mess with the weird kid to date the popular guy, don't waste your time. Just go ahead and tell them I cried like a baby, okay?" you said, going to hang up when Nancy hurriedly stopped you.

"No! No! No! It's nothing like that! I'm really sorry about the other day. I didn't know what I was supposed to say...I was kinda surprised, is all," she mumbled.

You sat quietly for a minute, deciding to hear her, "Well, I guess it's okay. You didn't do anything. Anyways, what do you want?" You asked. "Um, I'm at this party at Steve's...and Barb left. And I could really use a ride home. Or could I stay at yours? If you don't want to or can't, that's totally fine! I just...don't know anyone else with a car..." Nancy spluttered, really trying not to disturb Steve upstairs.

You sighed heavily into the receiver, also trying hard to show how much of a bother this was. "I guess... Gimme fifteen minutes," you said and hung up without waiting for an answer. Everyone knew where Steve lived, so you didn't have to ask. You slipped on some shoes and grabbed your keys before driving to the Harrington house. Nancy was already outside waiting. She jogged up to the car and hopped in, smiling nervously at you.

"Hey! Thank you so much! You didn't have to do this," she said. You nodded and drove off while Nancy buckled in, "I know." Nancy pursed her lips and looked out the window. She listened to the Iron Maiden album playing quietly in the background and glanced at your white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

"Um...hey, I'm sorry about yesterday. I-I should have said something and defended you. We're not really friends, but I know you enough to be nice and keep people from treating you like that. I'm sorry," Nancy said, twiddling her thumbs. You shrugged, "It's fine, Nancy. I was just pissed at everyone else, and you were trying to help... 'M sorry too..." you said, pulling into your own driveway. Nancy looked at the house in confusion.

"You can stay here tonight. So you don't have to get in trouble with your mom. Just say you're here, and you lost track of time and forgot to call," you said, getting out of the car. Nancy got out and followed you inside, shutting the door softly behind her. You were sitting in your room, ensuring Nancy had enough room to sleep.

"If you don't wanna share a bed, that's fine. The couch is out there if you want it," you said, pulling the blankets back and crawling into the fluffy oasis. Nancy shook her head with a small smile, "That's okay! I don't mind..." she said, taking her jacket off. "There's pajamas in the top drawer," you mumbled, closing your eyes. Nancy said 'thanks' and changed into an oversized Def Leppard t-shirt and some shorts. She wandered into the kitchen and quickly called home.

Her mom was upset but happy she was safe and back somewhere "on time" as Nancy used your lie. Nancy turned out the light and climbed into bed. "Night Nance..." you trailed off. "I guess you're alright..." you added with a snicker. Nancy smiled, "Goodnight, y/n. Thanks."

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kudouusagi · 2 years ago

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Buddy Daddies Drama 4

*Puts down box*

Kazuki: Okay! Now all of our stuff has been moved into our place. Ah, thank Kyuu-chan. On top of finding us a place, we even asked you to help us move.

Kyuutarou: Well, I'm too involved to stop now. So? How do you feel about the place?

Miri: It's smaller than our old place, isn't it, Rei-papa?

Rei: Yeah... and the TV has gotten smaller too...

Miri: So our mori kart cars have gotten smaller too!

Kazuki: Hey, don't be playing games when you should be unpacking. Besides, I think this is the perfect size for 3 people to live cozily.

Kyuutarou: You're living quite a bit further away than you were at your old place, but the further you are the more difficult it will be for the eyes of the organization to spot you.

Kazuki: Yeah... Well, from what Rei says it doesn't seem like his father is straining his eyes looking for us either.

Kyuutarou: Even if that's the case, there's no mistaking that you sullied the name of the Suwa family. Try to lay low until the heat dies down.

Kazuki: Got it.

Kyuutarou: So? What are you planning on doing from now on?

Kakuzi: Hmm... for now we're going to live off our savings and get Miri into a new preschool... and then after that we'll look for jobs I guess.

Kyuutarou: I see. Do your best for Miri-chan too.

Kazuki: Yeah. Thanks for everything.

Kyuutarou: If you ever need anything, feel free to contact me.

Miri: Kyuu-chan, bye bye!

Kyuutarou: *Laughs and leaves*

Kazuki: Okay! Miri, Rei! Time to get excited for our new life! Let's hurry and put things away and have some move in soba!

Miri/Rei: Yeah!

****************

Kazuki: This one.... mmm.... the pay is too low... This one isn't bad but the hours aren't great... Hm? Drug trials? Hmmm! So in just two weeks I can make that much by just taking medicine and sleeping? It's not bad but...

Rei: Kazuki, have you found a job?

Kazuki: Rei, if I said I was going away for work for two weeks... what would you do?

Rei: Huh? Meaning you wouldn't be here at all for two weeks?

Kazuki: Yeah. You'd need to wake Miri up, feed her breakfast, change her, take her to preschool, come back home, clean, do laundry, make food, go pick her up, give her a bath, feed her dinner, play with her, read her a book, get her ready for tomorrow, wake her up the next day, for 14 days. All by yourself.

Rei: N-Nope. Not yet.

Kazuki: I figured. So nothing away from home for now. But our savings is going to run out soon so we seriously have to start working soon or we'll be in trouble. And you can't even move one of your arms...

Rei: I thought there would be many jobs I could do with only one arm... but it's surprisingly hard.

Kazuki: In your case it's not just your arm, you're also unsociable. Your interview the other day was awful, wasn't it?

****************

Interviewer: Do you have any special skills, Suwa-san?

Rei: Special skills...? I'm familiar with handling guns. Including disassembly. I won't let anything I target get away.

Interviewer: Y-You mean... airguns, right?

****************

Rei: I didn't have anything else to say.

Kazuki: Well, since you've been a NEET for so long I figured having you suddenly return to society would be a high hurdle. We're about to run out of our savings. We seriously have to work or it will be bad. But there's something that would be even worse than that.

Rei: Something worse than that?

Kazuki: If I'm the only one working then you'd have to do all the housework yourself. You've recently learned how to hang clothes up to dry but for everything else you suck. You're completely useless! At this rate this room is sure to become a pigsty. And it'll be bad for raising Miri! So now we're going to hold "Rei's special training week focusing on housework!"

Rei: Special training?

Kazuki: I've been going easy on you because I thought you couldn't move your right arm but now I'm going to become a monster! A cooking, laundry, and housework monster!

Rei: I really can't move my right arm though...

Kazuki: Shut up! Despite that you've gotten even better at mori kart than before, haven't you!? Miri told me! She said you set a new record the other day!

Rei: I was so happy I did a victory pose without even thinking about it.

Kazuki: And so! We're going to use that effort on housework! Who are the ones taking care of Miri?

Rei: You and... me.

Kazuki: And what else is there to taking care of her besides playing with her...?

Rei: Taking her to school and back, housework, laundry...

Kazuki: That's right! So now we're going to do special training and drill you until you're able to do all of those things on your own!

Rei: Geh...

Miri: Papas! What are you doing?

Rei: Miri...

Kazuki: Mm! I'm going to be giving Rei special training now!

Miri: Special training?

Kazuki: Umm... it means he's going to try hard to become able to do things he can't do right now.

Miri: I understand! He's doing a training journey! I saw it on TV!

Kazuki: Oh, you're amazing Miri! That's right! A training journey!

Rei: I didn't say I was going to-

Miri: So, Rei-papa is doing a training journey?! That's so cool!

Rei: I'll do it.

Kazuki: Okay, then starting today until you become a functioning adult I'll be your boss. What do you say?

Rei: Yes. Boss.

Miri: Yes, boss!

Kazuki: Mmm! You both gave good responses. Let's start!

**************

Kazuki: This is how Rei's training began.

Kazuki: Okay, everything about cleaning is important. Let's start with vacuuming.

Kazuki: Don't skip the corners! Your target likes to lurk in the corners!

Rei: The corners!

Kazuki: In places with running water you're in a constant battle with water droplets! You must have an iron determination to never allow limescale!

Rei: O-Okay!

Kazuki: Miri's room is the most important location! You have to make sure to diligently vacuum and use the lint roller to protect against dust allergies!

Rei: I'm... tired...

Kazuki: We're not done yet! Next is laundry!

Kazuki: You need to memorize the differences between pods and regular detergent and learn how to use laundry nets! There's things to wash every single day!

Rei: There's too many things to remember!

Kazuki: Learn how to separate the garbage and when the garbage truck comes! And on top of that check which stores have the cheapest bags that won't break!

Rei: *Panting*

Kazuki: It's important to learn how to write in the preschool correspondence notebook, but your most important mission is learning to exchange messages with the mom friends! The smooth exchange of information is essential to surviving in the world of child raising!

Rei: I-... *falls down on ground* I can't do it anymore... This is way more physically and mentally exhausting than fighting... I've never experienced training like this before...

Kazuki: Stand up, Rei! You've still got to wash the rice.

Rei: I'm at my limit. I want to eat chips, hide in my room, and play games.

Kazuki: Ah... oh no... he has dead eyes. Hey, Rei! Keep going! Miri's watching

Miri: Rei-papa's training journey is so cool!

Rei: I'm going... to wash... the rice!

Kazuki: Oh! There's a light in his eyes! Miri, keep on cheering him on like that.

Miri: Okay! Rei-papa! Do your best! Do your best!

Rei: What is this power rising within me? I can do it! I can do it!

Miri: Rei-papa stood up!

Kazuki: Yes! That's it Miri! That was even more effective than I expected! Okay!

*******************

Kazuki: Rei's special training continued even while I was at work.

Rei: Hmm... cleaning takes a while with only one arm... I'll put the last glass here...

*Glass shatters*

Miri: Rei-papa!

Rei: Miri! Don't come over here!

Miri: *Whines*

Rei: I dropped a glass so it's dangerous.

*Rei attempts to pick up glass*

Rei: I can get the big pieces... but the smaller ones... I guess a broom and dustpan?

*Gets out broom and dustpan and starts sweeping*

Rei: I can't hold both of them with one arm... I guess I'll just have to wait till Kazuki comes home?

Miri: Rei-papa!

Rei: Miri, it's dangerous so don't get-...

*Miri holds the dustpan*

Rei: You...

Miri: I'll hold the dustpan, okay?

Rei: Oh... thank you, Miri.

Miri: *giggles*

*Sweeping*

Rei: Okay. Perfect.

Miri: Perfect! Papa! High five!

Rei: Yeah!

Miri: YAY!

*High fives*

Rei: *Laughs*

*******************

Kazuki: We're now going to hold your final test! The challenge is to make my special french toast all by yourself!

*Rei cooking*

Rei: Now!

*Flips toast*

Kazuki: His flipping timing is perfect!

Miri: Perfect!

Rei: Done.

Kazuki: Itadakimasu

Miri: Itadakimasu!

*Everyone eating*

Rei: How is it?

Kazuki: It's good. It's seriously good! This is so good you could serve it in a restaurant!

Rei: *Laughs excitedly*

Miri: Rei-papa's french toast is good!

Rei: Miri!

Kazuki: And it's not just his french toast! He's able to clean and do laundry perfectly too! I think it will be fine leaving the house to him now.

Rei: No, not yet.

Kazuki: Huh? No, you don't need to be that worri-

Rei: I feel like I haven't selected the best bread for french toast yet.

Kazuki: Huh?

Rei: I realized when I was practicing, different breads have different textures. Rather than the one from the grocery store, the one from the bakery in town is more suited for absorbing moisture.

Kazuki: No... you don't have to be that picky...

Rei: And the eggs. Today I just used 10 that were on sale, but I wonder what would happen if I used more expensive eggs? Also depending on the way you mix it the texture changes. But that's obvious isn't it? If there's different amounts of air.

Kazuki: Hey... Rei...?

Rei: I also want to test the coffee that goes with it. I want to use a coffee grinder with a proper pour over and make the best cup of coffee!

Kazuki: Wait, wait, wait!

Rei: Actually I already ordered a coffee making set online.

Kazuki: Hey!

Rei: It seems like it's here.

Kazuki: Huh.....? What's going on?

Miri: Rei-papa looks like he's having fun!

Kazuki: Hey, Miri. Go tell Rei-papa to cool it.

Miri: Huh? But...

Rei: Okay.

Miri: I'll help!

Kazuki: Hey, hey. Don't bother Rei-papa...

Rei: Thanks.

Kazuki: Huh?

Rei: I'll open the big boxes and you can open the small ones. We'll split the work between us.

Miri: Okay!

Miri: I opened it! Yay!

Rei: Yay!

*Rei and Miri high five*

Kazuki: You're doing high fives? You've gotten so close...

Rei: Miri, you can open that one too.

Miri: Okay!

Kazuki: *Laughs* I can leave the house in peace like this.

Miri: I opened it!

Rei: I opened this one too. You did well, Miri.

Miri: *Giggles*

Kazuki: I can do it in peace.... but... it feels weird... like I'm going to lose my place.

Miri: Hey, papa! I want to play Mori Kart!

Rei: After we finished putting away these boxes, okay?

Miri: Okay!

Kazuki: Miri, would you like to play with me? Mori kart?

Rei: Kazuki?

Kazuki: I'll play with Miri!

Miri: With Kazuki-papa?

Kazuki: That's right!

Miri: Hmm... I don't want to!

Kazuki: Huh? But you said you wanted to play...

Miri: You're bad at games so it'd be boring!

Kazuki: EH!?

Miri: I prefer Rei-papa!

Rei: Hmm! So she says!

Kazuki: *Screams* At this rate I'll lose my parental respect...

Kazuki: Rei!

Rei: Hm?

Kazuki: Please! Give me special training! I want to be good at games!

Rei: But aren't you going to work?

Kazuki: I'll work too! So let me game! I'll keep my respect as a parent through games!

Rei: Okay. But games aren't that easy. Sometimes they're even harder than being an assassin.

Kazuki: Huh? Really?

Rei: You look down on games. If you're serious I won't go easy on you.

Kazuki: Eh? Okay! I'll beat your record!

Rei: Okay. Then I'll train you. You should say "Okay, boss" to me.

Kazuki: Eh? ...Okay... boss...

**************

Kazuki: And so then my days of special training, so tough I could vomit blood, along with working began...

Kazuki: At night I'm working at a construction site, a bartender, and a cleaner and during the day it's mori kart! I'll fly through both of these tasks with ease!

Rei: You pressed the brake too late!

Kazuki: Damn it! One more time! Ugh...

Rei: Don't just drive around randomly. Remember the course and the shortcuts.

Kazuki: Guh!

*crash*

Kazuki: Ehh?!

Rei: You used your item too late.

Man: Hey, newbie! That's some messy-...!

Kazuki: *Shouting*

Man: He's fired up...

*Crash*

Kazuki: Ah...

Rei: That was a close race. It's proof you don't have the specs of each kart memorized. I told you that the day before yesterday too.

Kazuki: *Growls*

Woman: Kahlua milk please

Kazuki: Okay, Okay, Okay! Here you go!

Woman: Wah...? ...Thanks...

*crash*

Rei: You needed to take the shortcut there and use your item.

Kazuki: Oh.

Rei: By the way, I told you that last week. Remember it!

Kazuki: *Sobs*

*Scrubbing*

Kazuki: *Panting and shouting*

Woman: Hold the mop right! You're not cleaning at all!

Kazuki *Sobbing and shouting*

Rei: Why are you breaking like that at the last cur-...

Kazuki: *Snoring*

Rei: Hey!

Kazuki: Ah! I'm not sleeping. I'm not sleeping.

Rei: That's enough for today.

Kazuki: Don't be ridiculous! We've barely done anything today!

Rei: This isn't a game you can win while sleep-driving. Don't underestimate it.

**************

Miri: I'm home!

Rei: I'm home.

Miri: Hmm... Kazuki-papa isn't home today, either...

Rei: Well, he has work

Miri: Oh... work... it can't be helped!

Rei: Miri...

**********

Rei: Welcome home

Kazuki: *groans*

Rei: Hey!

Kazuki: Huh? Oh sorry... training right? Training...

Rei: We're not doing that today.

Kazuki: Why?

Rei: Go look in a mirror. Your face looks awful.

Kazuki: *Laughs* This isn't anything...

Rei: During the day you're training for mori kart, and at night you're doing night shifts. When are you sleeping?

Kazuki: This... isn't-....

*Passes out*

Rei: Kazuki!

*Rei runs*

*Ambulance sirens*

***********

Kazuki: Where am I?

Rei: The hospital.

Kazuki: Ah! Rei!

Rei: You overworked yourself. They said after that IV is finished you can go home.

Kazuki: Oh I see... passed out. I'm sorry.

Rei: I'm not the one you should apologize to. Say it to Miri.

Miri: *Snoring*

Rei: Even though I said you'd be fine she wouldn't leave your bedside and fell asleep while holding your arm.

Kazuki: *Laughs* So that's why my right arm feels heavy...

Miri: *groans* Papa...

Kazuki: I'm so pathetic... now that I think about it I was so focused on the game I didn't talk to Miri much... I'm really doing everything backwards.

Rei: It's okay even if you can't game.

Kazuki: Hm?

Rei: I'm gonna go home now. I need to clean. I'll leave Miri to you.

Miri: *wakes up* Hm?

Kazuki: Miri, are you awake?

Miri: Kazuki-papa? Eh? Ah! Are you better now?!

Kazuki: *Laughs* Yeah! Completely! Seeing your face gives me 100 times more energy! Thank you.

Miri: *Giggles* Yeah!

Kazuki: I'll make you anything you want today as a thank you! What would you like?

Miri: Hmm... French toast!

Kazuki: Okay got it! ...is what I want to say but... Rei's is better than mine so you should get him to make it.

Miri: No. Today I want yours, Kazuki-papa!

Kazuki: Huh?

Miri: Rei-papa's french toast and your french toast are both the best in the world!

Kazuki: Ah... I see

***************

Everyone: Itadakimasu!

*Everyone eats*

Rei: Your french toast and mine really do taste a little different.

Kazuki: Hm? Well, the recipe was the same... but differences in cooking styles might make some difference in taste.

Rei: You learn a lot when you make it yourself. How hard it is...

Miri: Both of them are good!

Rei: and the happiness it gives.

Kazuki: I realized something too.

Rei: What?

Kazuki: When I'm doing night shifts, I can't spend time eating with you and Miri like this.

Ri: Ahh...

Kazuki: I'm going to stop taking night shifts. Nothing is more important than time with family! ...but we still have to think of what to do for a job. How do you even choose a job?

Rei: We don't even really have the option of being choosy.

Kazuki: Right...?

Rei: What about a house cleaning service?

Kazuki: Well it's not like we couldn't but.... Hmm... What about doing background checks?

Rei: I don't really want to leave the house. It would decrease my time with Miri.

Kazuki: Man, you... *sighs* What should we do?

Miri: *Happily eating*

Kazuki: Seeing her smiling face makes our troubles seem like nothing.

Rei: Miri, is it good?

Miri: Yeah!

Kazuki: We have enough for seconds! Do you want some?

Miri: I want it! But...

Rei: But?

Miri: I want to eat with everyone!

Kazuki: Everyone?

Miri: Yeah! Like Anna-chan, Kotori-chan, Hinata-chan, Taiga-kun and my friends at my new preschool! Everyone! I'm sure they'd all think it was good and be happy!

Rei: I see... then how about we make a whole bunch next time and invite everyone?

Miri: YAY!

Rei: If we invite the mom friends then it should make exchanging information smooth, right, Kazuki?

Kazuki: Everyone? Everyone! That's it!

Rei: What?

Kazuki: We should open a restaurant! Like Kyuu-chan! I can cook! And if it's french toast then you can make it perfectly. Besides, we've already got all the best equipment for coffee!

Rei: Hmmm... if the restaurant and our house are in the same place then we can always be with Miri.

Kazuki: What do you think, Rei?

Rei: It's not bad.

Kazuki: Okay! Then it's decided! Miri, we're opening a restaurant!

Miri: We're playing restaurant?

Kazuki: Not playing! A real one!

Miri: Rei-papa is unsociable so we can't!

Rei: Wha! Miri... where did you learn that?

Miri: Kazuki-papa says it! Unsociable!

Kazuki: W-well... we can do something about it with special training!

Rei: Ehh? Special training again?

Kazuki: Yeah, on days when you don't have housework.

Miri: It's okay, Rei-papa! I'll cheer you on lots!

Rei: Yeah... then I can probably do it.

Kazuki: Okay! So then where should we start? Should we start with a name?

Rei: No, shouldn't we find a location for it first?

Miri: I think there should be pictures on the wall at the restaurant! Should I draw some?

Kazuki: Yeah, please, Master Artist Miri! Ahh... Do we need to go to some government office to get permits?

Rei: Government offices again? I hate them.

Miri: It's okay! You just tell them to do as you say!

Kazuki: That's right! It will work out!

***************

Kazuki: Th-Thank you for waiting.

Rei: Here's your french toast and coffee... sir.

Kazuki: Eat up, Kyuu-chan!

Kyuutarou: Ita-

Kazuki: How is it?

Rei: Is it good?

Kyuutarou: I haven't eaten yet.

Kazuki: Ahh, right! Sorry.

Kyuutarou: Itadakimasu

Rei: It makes me nervous to have someone other than Kazuki and Miri eat it.

Kazuki: Well, he is a pro... and I don't think we'll be open long if we can't get approval from our peers... So how is it Kyuu-chan!?

Kyuutarou: Well... first of all, Kazuki.

Kazuki: Yes!?

Kyuutarou: Your face is stiff and creepy. Stop fake smiling at the customers to try to flatter them.

Kazuki: Eh!?

Kyuutarou: Rei!

Rei: Yes?

Kyuutarou: You're too blank faced. And you need to look the customers in the eye.

Rei: Okay...

Kazuki: So... how does it taste?

Kyuutarou: I think it's alright.

Kazuki/Rei: Oh!

Kyuutarou: So this is your answer?

Kazuki: Yeah! I don't know how long we can keep doing it... but this is a place for our family.

Rei: I'll do my best at work and spending time with Miri.

Kyuutarou: Yeah! Do your best at making your own family.

Kazuki: Oh! There's a customer! Rei!

Rei: Yeah.

Kazuki: Hello!

Rei: Welcome to Diner Nest!

#buddy daddies #drama cd #my translation #SoundCloud

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I put up a little survey but no one answered it. How dare you all go on living your lives when I'm posting important things like whether or not I should post this all at once or break it up. So, this is YOUR fault it's been released as a whole ;).

A/N ::: NOT EVEN GONNA FUCKING LIE this was about 15 pages on Google Docs. BUT IN MY DEFENSE I have been working on this for 3 days. And if I'd been left alone like I wanted to be, I'd have not carried on and on like this. So, blame everyone around me that insists on interrupting me while I'm tryin' to write this story that wasn't supposed to be this damn long. ANY-DAMN-WAY. I hope someone out there reads this, despite it being the size of a damn Steinbeck piece of lit.

Disclaimer ::: This is NOT literature.

Seriously, please ... someone enjoy this.

C/W ::: Chifuyu x F.reader x Baji, cheating, sneaking around and sex.

WC ::: 4,765 (I'M SO SORRY. FR THIS TIME)

MDNI under the cut please and thank you.

When Chifuyu introduced you to the man he looked up to - his mentor - his hero, you didn't really think much of it at first. It didn't register how he stopped breathing when he shook your hand and said hello. How his eyes blew out, fully black. Lacking the subtlety of a man who wasn't your lover.

You weren't anything special. At least, you didn't think you were. Chifuyu introduced you as "the most pretty girl he's ever laid eyes on" and Baji couldn't deny that was the loudest truth he's ever heard. He'd never been so jealous of anyone as he is right now. But what could he do about it? Take you away from the man who was like a little brother to him?

He didn't want to. But he couldn't help how he felt when he was around you. He couldn't help how his mouth went dry when you said "Hi, Baj'! How are you today? Lovin' the hair as usual!" And you would wink at him thinking you looked like a total dork and then you'd skitter off to find Chifuyu.

It was easy to fall for you. Especially when you were so sweet, always asking how his day was, making him laugh, smiling that pretty smile at him. His heart was yours. But he knew yours belonged to Chifuyu. And it was getting to a point where he had trouble being around you two at the same time. He wasn't angry or anything. But his heart hurt.

It'd beat out of his chest whenever you'd sit down next to him on the couch or in the back seat of the car. He started to not come around as much.

And one day, you went over there to find Chifuyu because Mikey said that he was at Baji's place and it'd be fine if you popped over to get him.

So, you did just that. Except Chifuyu wasn't there. It was just Keisuke. And he was sitting on his bed with a book in his hand and a sad look in his eyes.

He seemed surprised to see you when you approached his room.

"Hey, Baj'," you said softly, "I'm sorry for coming over without calling first but I don't have your number." You leaned against his doorway with your hand on your hip. Smiling that goddamn smile of yours at him like you have absolutely no idea how he feels.

He shook his head. "It's okay. Chifuyu isn't here so if you were looking for him … you’re outta luck."

"Oh. Do you know where he is?"

"Nope. I don't think he's coming back here anytime soon either."

"Ah," you said, "so we're both out of luck."

Baji swallowed hard. "Yeah, ok. Well, bye, I guess. It was nice seeing you."

You smiled again. "Oh! O-ok, Baj'. Maybe I'll ... see you … I’ll see you ‘round."

He only had the strength to say "yeah, maybe" as you walked out of his room and out of his place. Because if he opened his mouth the only words that were going to come out were "I love you, y/n. Please give me a chance. I feel like I'm going to explode every time I'm in the same room with you and I don't get to touch your soft skin."

But he didn't say that. He couldn't. And he spent the rest of his night alone, wishing he had someone to hold him. Someone to tell him everything was going to be okay. Someone who loved him as much as he loved you. Someone who loved him as much as you loved Chifuyu.

You eventually tracked Chifuyu down and you told him about how sad Baji seemed tonight.

"Do you think I should go talk to him?" He asked.

"No," you replied. "I don't think he's in the mood to talk. He seemed really sad, though. He looked like he wanted to cry."

"Should we just leave him alone?"

"Yeah, I think so. But let's check on him tomorrow. Maybe he'll be more up to talking then."

"Ok. I hope so."

You didn't mean to, but you caught a glimpse of Chifuyu's face before he turned away. It was like he knew something. Like he knew that Baji had a crush on you. And maybe he did. Baji wasn't subtle at all. He was obvious and open and loud about his feelings. He wore them on his sleeve. And Chifuyu is the type to notice things. Especially about someone he already paid such close attention to. But none of this could be helped. Not really.

So, you left it alone.

A few weeks later, all the boys came over to hang out. And you sat down next to Baji on the couch like you usually did and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He tensed up and then relaxed. And you heard him sniffle a bit.

"Baj'? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, voice breaking.

"You're crying."

He turned his face away from you and wiped his eyes. "Sorry, y/n. It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Hey, I'm your friend. I worry about you. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just ... just … stupid shit. Ok? I don't wanna talk about it."

You nodded and patted his knee. "Ok, well, I'm here if you need me." And you got up and walked down the hallway to your room to grab a sweatshirt.

What you didn't know is that Baji got up and followed you. And when you turned around, he was standing there. He reached out and grabbed your hand. And he brought it up to his mouth and kissed it.

"B-Baji?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I can't do this anymore."

"Do what?"

"I can't ... I can't sit here and watch you and Chifuyu be all lovey dovey. It's fucking with my head, ok? I don't want to feel this way but I do and it's killing me inside. I've tried to stop it. I've tried everything and nothing works."

You pulled your hand back. "What are you … Baji? I don't understand."

"I'm saying that I like you, ok? And I don't know how to stop."

"I understand that but why the fuck are you telling me this now? Jesus, Baj'." You sat down on your bed, folding the sweatshirt up on your lap and holding it close to your chest.

Baji sat down next to you and put his hand on your arm. "I know it's stupid and I know you and Chifuyu are happy together. But I need you to know. I need you to know how much you mean to me. How much I wish it was me instead of him."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You didn't know Baji felt this way. You didn't think he ever looked at you like that. And you didn't know what to say. You were speechless.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he said again, "I'm sorry I fucked everything up. I'll go."

But before he could get up, you grabbed his wrist. "Wait," you said. "Don't go."

He turned back to you, face red and impossibly handsome. How had you never seen this before? How completely fucking beautiful he is. And how could you have missed the way he looked at you?

"I'm … sorry, Baj'. I'm sorry I never knew."

"It's not your fault, y/n. I don't blame you for anything. You can't help how you feel."

You nodded.

"What does that mean? Why are you nodding?"

You took his hand and held it in yours. "I don't know." The look in your eyes made him feel something he hadn't felt in so long. And he couldn't help but process that as some fresh new hell. Some new hurt. But still, he was stupidly hopeful.

Even though he didn't want to. He didn't want to think that maybe you could be his. But the way you looked at him right then gave him the tiniest bit of hope that maybe it was possible.

"Y/n? Babe? Where're ya at?" You pulled your hand from Baji's and put them on your lap.

"Sh-shit!" Baji said. "We're in here, Chifuyu. The bedroom." He said as casually as he could muster.

"Tryin' steal my girl, asshole?" Chifuyu laughed half-heartedly.

Baji did not. "Nah, man. Just talking. Catching up."

"Yeah. Ok. Well, Mikey says time to go."

"Shit, already? It's only been an hour."

"Yeah, he wants us all at his place. So, we should go. Don't wanna keep the boss waiting."

"Right. Ok, let's go." Baji got up and walked past Chifuyu without looking him in the eyes. "See ya around, y/n."

"Bye, Baj’-i. Baji." you said. You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what to do.

Baji left and Chifuyu looked at you with a frown. "What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing."

"It's nothing, really. Baji was just telling me about some ... something. No biggie. So you're leaving?" You got up and hugged him, trying not to think about the few minutes you and Baji had alone in your room. Holding hands on your bed.

Chifuyu hugged you back. "Yeah, sorry. Mikey says it's important. So, I gotta go. But I'll be back in the morning. Promise."

"Ok, well, I'll talk to you later, yeah? Be safe, Chi." You kissed him and he kissed you back like it was as easy to do as breathing and that broke you down a little bit more than you had anticipated.

What the hell is happening, you wondered. No, you knew what was happening. What is happening. And it was bad. It was so fucking bad. Because you couldn't stop thinking about Baji and his sweet face and his sad eyes. And how it would be nice to hold him and kiss him and make him feel better.

But that was insane. Wasn't it? You loved Chifuyu. You didn't want to be with anyone else. But then why did you feel this way? Why did you want to call Baji and tell him you felt the same?

You didn't know what to do. You were lost. And it was getting harder to pretend you were okay. Especially when you were around Baji. Especially especially when you were around Baji and Chifuyu at the same time.

So, you got into your bed and you texted Chifuyu a good night and a "miss you already" and you waited for him to text you his usual good night text.

It wasn't long and your phone vibrated. You smiled and picked it up next to you on the bed. Picking it up, you were anticipating what cute little thing Chifuyu was going to say to you.

Your smile only grew more wide when you saw it wasn't Chifuyu who'd texted you.

It was Baji.

"What you doin', y/n?" He asked.

"Hi Baj'. I'm in bed. What you doin'?"

"Same. Just wanted to say g'night."

"Oh, ok. Well, thanks. G'night, Baji. Sweet dreams, yeah?"

"Gonna try and dream about you. And you can't stop me so don't come over here and try to or anything dumb like that, y/n. Got it?"

You surprised yourself: not only with how hard you laughed but that you were up and out of your bed before you knew what happened. Throwing on some leggings and a hoodie and heading out the front door.

Apparently, heading to Baji's place.

"Jesus Christ," he laughed when he opened the door. "Did you sprint here? You're a fucking mess."

"Yeah? Thanks! Anyway, I did run here. And I'm here, aren't I? You're not the only one who can't sleep." Your breathing started to level out after a minute or two of standing there with him.

He couldn't deny that he was missing how your chest heaved when your breathing was heavy. Even behind the baggy sweatshirt. He was missing the way your eyes sparkled in the dark. The way your hair looked messy and adorable. He was missing everything about you.

Until you got there, that is.

"Come in," he said, "make yourself at home."

"Thank you. So, what's up? Why can't you sleep?"

He shrugged. "Don't know. Just thinking too much."

"About?"

He rolled his eyes. "You know about what."

You nodded. "I do. And I think we need to talk about it, yeah? It's getting weird."

Baji swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. You're making things really awkward, y/n. I don't know how much more I can take - going on like this. You're a real pain in my ass."

You gasped, exaggerating hurt feelings and pushed him over on the living room couch. You climbed on top of him before you even knew what was happening.

And though you were only intending to tickle him and make him suffer in the most innocent way, it quickly evolved into something neither one of you had any business exploring with one another.

You felt his hands on your hips and his lips on yours before you had time to process it. And you had no idea what was going on.

You didn't know what to do.

But you knew you didn't want to stop. You didn't want to stop him.

"B-Baji," you said, pulling back just a bit. "Ffffuck! Baj'! Wh-what the hell!"

"I don't know," he said, "I just ... I couldn't help it."

"Yeah, well … neither can I. But we have to stop. We can't do this. We can't do this to Chifuyu! Fuck, man!"

You pulled back and jumped off him. And you started pacing around the living room.

"We can't do this, Baj'. We can't do this to him. We can't."

Baji got up and grabbed your waist, spinning you around to face him. He pulled you flush against the front of his body and kissed you again.

Harder this time.

With more purpose.

And you didn't have the strength to push him away.

You gave in.

Because you wanted to feel him. You wanted to be touched by him and you wanted to touch him. And you couldn't help yourself.

But you knew it was wrong. You knew it was bad.

"Baj'," you said, "we can't. We can't do this." You said between breaths and smashing your lips against his. You had your hands twisted and tangled up in his long, dark hair. Pulling on it as though it would get you even closer to him than you already were.

But it wouldn't.

It couldn't.

And you knew that. You both knew that.

But you couldn't stop. And it didn't matter that you had no idea what was going to happen after tonight.

All you could focus on is what was happening right now.

And right now, you were kissing Baji like it was the last thing you were ever going to do. Like he was the last person you were ever going to touch. Like he was the one who mattered the most.

Like you were never going to be the same again.

Because you weren't.

And you knew you weren't.

So, you did the only thing you could do in this situation:

You said fuck it and kept kissing him.

You said fuck it to what you and Chifuyu had.

You said fuck it to your morals. Fuck it to your conscience. Fuck it all.

Nothing had ever felt so right.

Not in a long time.

Not since you started dating Chifuyu.

And that's when you knew. You knew it was never going to be over, this thing that was blooming between you and Baji.

And you weren't sure what you were going to do about that.

So, you let Baji kiss you and hold you and make love to you that night. You let him because you needed it. You needed him.

And you knew that no matter what happened, it was never going to be the same.

Because you couldn't live without Baji.

Not anymore.

Not now that you'd seen him and touched him and loved him.

No, it wasn't going to be the same. Not ever.

And you were okay with that.

You were okay with it because you knew that it was always supposed to be like this.

Baji was always supposed to be yours.

And you were always supposed to be his.

You were always supposed to be together.

And it felt like the universe was finally putting everything back where it was always supposed to be.

You were complete.

And you had no idea what that meant or what it was going to lead to.

A couple of weeks after this started, Chifuyu asked you to go out with him and Baji. He said it wasn't going to be anything special. Not a date, though, just the three of you going out for dinner, maybe drinks.

You said yes.

Because you couldn't say no.

And Baji couldn't either.

You couldn't look at Chifuyu because you felt so bad.

But you had to.

You had to look at him.

You wanted to tell him.

You wanted to tell him everything.

You wanted to tell him how you felt.

You wanted to tell him how you were feeling about Baji. About him. About you and Chifuyu's relationship as it stood now. About you and Baji's relationship. That shouldn't even exist.

But it did.It does.

And you weren't sure how to explain that.

You weren't sure how to tell him that you'd fallen in love with his best friend.

You weren't sure how to tell him that you were fucking said best friend and that it wasn't just sex.

It was love.

It was so much more than anything you’d ever experienced.

So, you sat there.

You sat there next to Chifuyu, holding his hand.

And you sat there across from Baji, your feet touching under the table at the booth. Your eyes staring back at the other's for longer than should have been acceptable.

"I'm gonna go grab some water," Chifuyu said, "you guys want anything else?"

"Nah, I'm good," Baji said.

"Me too," you said.

He nodded and walked over to the counter.

And Baji leaned forward. "We can't do this, y/n. We can't keep this up. I can't keep going like this. I can't keep sitting across from you and pretending like I don't want to rip your fucking clothes off and eat your pussy for the next 4 hours. That I don't want to fuck you stupid. I'm fucking getting hard right now just talking about it, y/n! Fuck."

"I know. I know, Baj'. This is killing me. I feel like I'm going to explode."

"What are we going to do? I can't lose you. And I won't lose Chifuyu. He's my best friend. But you're my, goddamn it y/n ... you're my soulmate."

"I … what?"

He nodded. "Yeah. And I know that sounds crazy and stupid but it's the truth. We were made for each other. I feel it. Do you feel it?"

"I , Baj'. I do. But we can't keep this up. We can't do this to Chifuyu."

Neither of you noticed him walk up to the table. "Do what to me? What are you guys goin' on about?"

Baji and you looked at each other. "Nothing," you said.

"You were talkin' about me, weren't you? Did you guys have a fight or something? Is that why you're over here whispering and shit?"

"N-no!" Baji said. "No, we didn't have a fight or anything like that. We were just talking, man. Just talking."

Chifuyu didn't seem to believe him. He squinted his eyes at the two of you and then shrugged. "Ok. Whatever. Anyway, here's your water. What do you guys want to eat?"

You didn't know. You didn't know what you wanted to eat. You didn't know if you wanted to eat. Ever again. All you could think about is how much this was going to hurt Chifuyu. And how much it was going to hurt Baji. And you.

But you had no choice.

You had to tell him.

You had to tell Chifuyu.

And you couldn't put it off any longer.

"Chi, Baj' has something he wants to tell you!" you yelled out so loudly the whole restaurant stopped whatever they were doing to stare at the disruptive girl.

"The FUCK, y/n!" Baji yelled back at you. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He hissed at you.

You shrugged. "I can't do this anymore, Baj'. I can't keep hiding it. I can't keep lying. It's not fair to him."

"You're gonna fucking do it now?"

You nodded.

And Chifuyu looked between the two of you. "What the hell is going on? What are you guys hiding?"

"I ... um ... we ... we've been sleeping together," Baji said, hanging his head.

"You fucking what?" Chifuyu looked at you. "You've been fucking my best friend? Behind my back? Are you fucking kidding me, y/n? You're fucking kidding me. This isn't funny. This isn't funny at all."

"I'm sorry, Chi. I didn't mean for this to happen. It just did. It's not like we planned it or anything. It just happened."

"Yeah, it just happened! That's real fucking convenient. You just accidentally fell onto his dick. Real fucking nice, y/n. I can't believe you. I can't believe either of you. You know what? Fuck this shit. You guys deserve each other. I hope you're happy together." Chifuyu threw his napkin down on the table and stormed out of the restaurant.

Leaving you and Baji at the table and everyone in there staring at you again.

You got up and started to chase after Chifuyu. Baji just sat there, taking a sip of his drink. "Fuckin' shit," he said, "this was a bad idea."

You found Chifuyu outside, sitting on a bench next to the entrance of the restaurant. "H-hey," you said, sitting down next to him.

"Leave me alone, y/n. I don't want to talk to you."

"I know. I'm sorry, ok? I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, Chi. You know that, right? You know I would never want to hurt you on purpose."

"Yeah, well, you did. You did hurt me. And you have been hurting me for weeks."

"Chi, you have to under- wait, what did you just say? You've known about this? Chi!"

"Yeah, I fucking knew about it. I'm not an idiot. I could tell you guys had something going on. And I let it go because I thought it was nothing. I thought it was a crush or something. I thought I could trust you BOTH to do the right thing here. Instead, you've been fucking each other - behind my back, for weeks and NOT telling me how you felt. You know, the worst part is, I'm not even that surprised. Baji is great. You're great. It was inevitable that you two would find your way into each other's arms. I mean, come on, now. You'd have to be fucking blind to not want to be with either of you."

"I'm so sorry, Chi." You had tears running down your face. But you weren't sure why you were crying. It was all just a lot to process. Chifuyu's reaction, Baji's lack of reaction. All of it.

"It's fine. I'm not mad at you, y/n. I'm mad at Baji. And I'm mad at myself for not seeing this coming. For not stopping it before it went too far. For being in love with you when you're clearly in love with him."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what to do. So, you just sat there.

And you let Chifuyu talk.

"I think I knew it was happening before it did. I tried to ignore it. I tried to pretend like it wasn't a big deal. But it was. And it still is."

"I'm so sorry, Chi. I … honest to God never ... ever never wanted to hurt you."

"But you did. And I can't forgive you for that. I don't know if I ever will. And we can't be together anymore. Not now."

"I understand." You had to choke out those words. They were getting caught in your throat as you tried not to sob.

"Fuck. Don't cry, y/n. We can still be friends. I mean, I don't hate you or anything. I'll just never trust you with anything important. Ever again. Like, ever."

"I know. I know, Chi. I get it."

He nodded. "Ok. Well, I'm gonna go. You should go back in there and talk to Baji. Tell him what happened. He deserves to know how badly he fucked up."

"Y- … I will."

"Good. Take care, y/n. And tell him I said good luck with you. That he's dating a whore, liar and cheater. Tell him I said to have fun with that."

You forced yourself to laugh. You knew Chifuyu well enough to know he didn't mean everything he just said to you. Maybe ⅔’s of it. Though you wouldn't bet money on which ⅔’s he was referring to.

Walking back to the restaurant you saw Baji sitting at the table. His shoulders slumped down and his head hung over the table.

"Hey," you said, sitting down across from him.

"What happened? Did you find Chifuyu?"

"Yeah. He was outside. He left"

"Oh. Ok."

"He knows, Baj'. He knew all along."

"Fuck, y/n! Why didn't you tell me that? You should have told me that. Jesus Christ, man! That changes everything."

"I didn't know he knew! Stop yelling at me! You're just as responsible for this shit as I am! Maybe more!"

"Yeah, ok. Whatever. It's done. Let's just go home."

"What? Home? Where is home?"

"You know where it is. My place. You know, the place you've been fucking me every night for the past 2 weeks. The place where you've been sleeping with me and lying to my best friend. Yeah, that home. You remember that one, right?"

"Yeah, I'm familiar." You scowled at him.

"Ok, good." He stood from the table and walked toward the exit, not waiting for you.

You followed him out, running to catch up. You walked next to him in silence, the tension thick in the air around you.

Neither of you had any idea what was going to happen next.

You didn't know if you were going to be together. after this. If you should be together after this.

And you didn't know what to do about it.

So, you did the only thing you could: You kept walking until you got to Baji's house.

And when you got there, you went inside.

Because you didn't want to think about anything else.

The emptiness you felt in the fresh absence of Chifuyu was so painful that you wanted to escape this reality. And the only way to do that was to let yourself be whisked away by Baji in the little fantasy world the two of you had created a couple of weeks ago in his room.

He pulled you down onto the bed and rest his hand on the curve of your waist and he put his forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"Sorry?" You whispered back to him. All the while, thinking about his lips and the rest of him and how it was all yours for the taking now. You could have him in his entirety.

You didn't know what you were going to do with that.

"Yeah. I'm sorry for all this. I shouldn't have fallen in love with you. I knew better."

"Baj'. You're not the only one who fell here. I love you too. So hard and so fast. I don't know what the fuck happened."

He kissed your mouth, his lips just grazing yours. It sent a jolt down your spine. You know that kiss. You know what it means. The look in his eyes. On his face. You'd become well acquainted with Baji's everything over the last few weeks.

Except now, it didn't hurt to acknowledge it. That you liked it. That you sat around, fantasizing about it when you weren't together. And that you thought about him more than you wanted to admit to yourself.

You wrapped your hand around the back of his head and held him tightly by the hair, pulling him on top of you. He pushed into you, grinding his hips against yours as he kissed you with a ferocity that you couldn't deny.

You were never going to be the same after tonight.

Not ever.

Not after Baji.

@kazutora-kurokawa @katkusuo @viburnt @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82

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thelunarfairy · 2 years ago

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Okay, let's talk about something random

Omg, it's so embarrassing >.<

So, it's been a while since I created this account and I've already gained some followers, thank you all for that :3 (it means you like the crazy things I post)

So I wanted to talk a little about myself (even though I think no one cares XD)

Ok, I'm going to be serious now XDDD

I created this account because I really like JSHK and I wanted to talk about some crazy ideas or theories about the series and I felt welcomed here ^u^

I want you to know that a lot of things I post are just some crazy ideas that I occasionally have and that it's okay if you disagree, be kind S2 or if you agree I'll be happy if you want to talk to me about it :3

In fact, I hope you feel free to talk to me if you want, whether with an Ask or a message, I love talking about JSHK, if you also love and like crazy theories you can come talk to me if you want.

Don't take the things I say here too seriously, about the theories specifically, I may change my mind in the future or it's just crazy in my head, the most important thing for me is not to be right, but to have fun!

I'm trying to unravel the story in the most entertaining way I can, so it's okay with me if I'm wrong about the things I post (because no one other than Aidairo knows what's actually going to happen) XDD

Anyway, that's it.

Some other information that I don't know if you're interested in but I'll leave it here.

I am a girl

I'm Brazilian, I'd like to make that clear because if there are any Brazilians who also want to talk to me, feel free! (Sou brasileira, gostaria de deixar isso claro porque se tiver algum brasileiro que também queira falar comigo sinta-se a vontade!)

I speak English and Portuguese

I post randomly, but I usually post a lot because I tend to create theories and crazy ideas out of completely nothing.

Anyway, that's all, if you've read this far, thank you very much for giving me your attention :3

Bye bye~

Index

THEORIES:

Amane's Darkness

Could it be that in the time of Amane

Amane's past

The house and the fire

Hanako-kun's Big Puzzle

Predictions of the tragedy

These hands…

The Cursed Seal

ANALYZES:

The monster inside Hanako

One of the mysteries of the Yugi twins

Hands on the walls

The irony of life and Hanako's karma

The forecast

Did you notice?

When you remember that at some point, Hanako will have to say goodbye to Tsukasa again…

Amane's disease

"Red Thread of Fate"

Okay, let's talk about Mitsuba

Amane's possessiveness and insecurity

Natsuhiko and the mysterious door

The relationship between Tsukasa, Yashiro and Amane

Tsukasa's relationship with the red house

Yugi Tsukasa's mother

Sixth sense or predestined death?

Oh my, Yashiro is interested in a lot of boys

Yashiro and Tsukasa's Relationship

YUGI TWINS

The melancholy love of the Yugi twins

Did Tsukasa do this?

Hanako's mental age

I wish I could hear his voice

FINDINGS:

Hanako's boundary

Tsukasa's toys

ASKS:

About Yorishiro 1

Spelling errors and pronouns

Twin stars 1 || Twin stars 2

Tsukasa’s emotions 1 || Tsukasa's emotions 2

Tsukasa's parents

Sumire

Tsukasa's kiss

Hanako's feeling seeing tsukasa for the first time

Nene-chan and I are the same!

Could Hanako have done something to stop Tsukasa's kiss with Nene?

The mysterious hand 1 || The mysterious hand 2

Tsukasa image analysis

Tsukasa's behavior

Who do you think is gonna confess first? Hanako or nene?

Hanako's duty

HANENE:

A post about Hanene

Yashiro's wish and Hanako's self-control

Hanako's cute side

Nene ankles

She was exposed

Does Amane remember?

Hanako and Yashiro's tragic love

Reblog

Hanako-kun's jealous punishment

Hanako's look of desire and love

I still want to see this date, right Aidairo?

The insecurity

Hanene reblog

It was the first time a girl said she liked me, it made me happy…

The active Hanako and the passive Amane

Hanene reblog 2

The moment when Hanako fell in love with Yashiro

Details

But what about Amane and Yashiro's date?

Zombie Hanako and his wish

I know what you did here huh, Aidairo

Hanene reblog 3

This scene

RANDOM:

The invisible ghost

Yashiro Nene priorities

Natsuhiko's love potion

A compilation of jealous Hanako-kun

Tsunene reblog

Tsukasa reblog

Hanako reblog

Yugi twins

Okay, it's cute but

Just a compilation of random Hanene moments

Kou reblog

Just a compilation of random photos of Tsukasa

Just Tsukasa and Mitsuba being happy friends

Amane's Possessiveness reblog

Just a bunch of random photos of two idiots (Kou and Mitsuba)

Just Hanako-kun blushing or embarrassed

Nene and Aoi

A funny detail about the hamsters' space wars

Backstage 1

A tiny Tsukasa trying to put a birthday hat on top of his hat

Just a little ghost and an exorcist boy being best friends

Strangely similar….

"We're the same"

Karma

Hanako and Tsuchigomori

Just Tsukasa having his patience tested

I've been thinking (Tsukasa and Hanako)

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thevoicefromanotherworld · 3 months ago

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"FUCK, YOU'RE..."

Soooo I wrote another fic with Tangerine

I hope you like it!

It was the weekend and you were heading to your best friend's house.

You had arranged to go out on the town, so you had put on a pair of high heels along with some tight jeans and a white t-shirt, all accompanied by a short fur jacket.

You rang the doorbell, but instead of her answering, her father did. You had known him for a long time and during that time you had done nothing but throw taunts and bad words at each other. He hated you, you hated him, end of story.

You hated his neat outfits of light-coloured shirts combined with dark-coloured suit trousers, you hated his hair that was always combed back like it had been sucked by a cow.

But what you hated most of all were his eyes, those two intense blue eyes that always seemed to pierce you when they looked at you.

He rolled his eyes for a moment when he saw you and looked at you carefully before speaking.

-Are you going out? –he asked pointing at you with his index finger- I've never seen you in that outfit

-I haven't worn it for you –you growled holding his gaze, a half-smile appearing on his stupid lips-

-Of course –he muttered gesturing towards the house with his hand- and… Where are you going?

-It's none of your business

-It's my daughter you're going out with –he stopped you crossing his arms as he stood against the door frame, you avoided looking at how his biceps pressed against the fabric, and the way his tattoos were partially visible- so I'd say that it is my business

He felt your gaze before you looked away as quickly as you had looked at him.

-Downtown - you said, swallowing hard, trying to dissipate the tension that had settled in your lower belly - we'll have some drinks, dance for a while and we'll be back in no time - you explained seriously-

-Maddie is a minor - he reminded you - so if someone has to drink, it'll be you - he said, fixing his blue eyes on you - I'm not going to let you lead my little girl down the right path

-Your little girl? –you questioned, opening your eyes wide- she's 17 years old, she's not “your little girl” anymore

-For me she will always be –he defended himself, observing you more closely now- and you better show your ID –he smiled amused- with that face they won't believe you're 25

-Ha ha, very funny –you muttered, being aware that still having a girl's face was a problem when going out to party- thanks for the advice dad, I'll be careful –you said-

As soon as the name left your lips, you could clearly see how his eyes darkened and his lips pressed into a thin line. “Oh my God” you thought. If what you thought was really happening was… God, it was hilarious.

-Shit –you said- Are you horny because I called you dad?

-No –he defended himself, shaking his head vigorously- stop looking at me like that

-How?

-As if you wanted to say it again?

-That's because I want to do it again – you murmured, holding her gaze-

-Fuck, you're… - she paused, thinking of the right word- you're infuriatingly hateful

-Coming from you, that sounds like a compliment to me – you whispered, smiling at her-

Just when you thought she was going to come closer to kiss you, Maddie appeared in the doorway. You loved your best friend so much, but you wished she didn't exist at that moment.

-Hi – she greeted you, gesturing outside – Are we going?

-Sure – you said, forcing a smile-

-See you later, dad – Maddie said goodbye to her father, leaving a kiss on his cheek-

-Bye, honey – he whispered with a smile, this time it was you who got excited-

“Something is really wrong with me” you thought as you walked away down the sidewalk with Maddie, who turned to you when she saw that you weren't speaking.

You did it so much that when you didn't talk everyone knew it was because something was wrong with you.

-Are you okay? –he asked you- you're very quiet –he said looking at you out of the corner of your eye- it's because of my father, right? –he questioned making all your hairs stand on end-

If he had seen something… you could never forgive yourself in your life

-I know you two don't get along and all that… –he said making you breathe easier-

-It's nothing, D really –you forced a smile- let's go have fun

-Okay –he smiled walking beside you animatedly-

You forced yourself to focus on the drink in front of you when you arrived at the club, but it didn't matter how many you drank, a pair of blue eyes kept sneaking into your thoughts

(let me know if you want a second part *wink wink*)

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #bullet train #atj #my story #writters on tumblr #writterscommunity #byvoice

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beecauseevan · 5 months ago

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December 2023

The holiday season is stressful, especially for first responders. Eddie always breathes a sigh of relief when January rolls around and the craziness stops—at least until the surge of Valentine's Day related candle incidents hits them and the whole yearly cycle starts anew. The annual toy drive, however, is a brief moment of respite from all the stress; it's not peaceful by any means, it's loud and chaotic, but it's an energizing sort of chaos, and he looks forward to it every year.

Today is the day. He's down in the app bay, surrounded by tables filled with gifts—dolls and toy cars, lego sets and books on one side, colorful parcels on the other, and he and Buck are in the middle of that mess, turning unwrapped gifts into wrapped ones. Buck is telling him about a documentary he watched the other night, something about a leggings-based pyramid scheme, and Eddie listens to him talk, nodding and shaking his head and providing input wherever it's appropriate, and he gets lost in it, in the sound of Buck's voice and the rustle of patterned paper and the quiet zzzzip of tape being pulled off the dispenser.

He's wrapping up a little toy excavator when Ravi joins them, a stack of gifts in his hands and a distraught expression on his face.

"Guys, can I ask you something?"

Buck stops mid-ramble, instantly ready to problem-solve, and Eddie nods too.

"Okay." Ravi shoves his hands into his pocket then pulls them out again, fiddling with the sleeves of his LAFD hoodie. "So—you both have girlfriends right?"

"Uh," Buck says, and glances at Eddie.

"Yeah," Eddie says, after a moment. He's been seeing Marisol since May, and things are—good. Things are good. Definitely good enough to be calling her his girlfriend.

"Right," Ravi says, hiding his hands again. "Right. What are you getting them? For Christmas?"

Eddie looks at Buck. Buck looks back at Eddie. Eddie isn't sure why he's waiting for Buck to go first, but he is, and so neither of them answers for a minute. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it's Eddie who breaks first.

"Well," he says. "Buck likes to give his girlfriends gifts that come with built-in GPS. So I guess Natalia is going to be the owner of a brand-new tracker necklace. Or bracelet. Or ring."

"Seriously?" Ravi asks, which is silly. He knows Buck. He shouldn't be surprised.

Buck rolls his eyes at Eddie, who laughs.

"And Eddie likes to give his loved ones bad news," Buck retorts. "Like, 'hey babe, I'm quitting'."

"That was one time," Eddie replies. "And I did not call you 'babe'."

"One time so far," Buck says. "Who knows what you're up to."

"Guys," Ravi interrupts. He sounds a little bit desperate. "This isn't helpful. I need ideas. Real ideas."

"Who's the lucky person?" Buck asks.

He slides a sly look in Eddie's direction. Eddie smirks at Ravi. Ravi shuts them down instantly. "Nice try. I'm not telling you."

"Chocolates," Eddie decides, while Buck pouts. "Or flowers."

"That's way too generic," Buck says, before Ravi can even open his mouth. "No, it has to be something fun. Like—a trip on a hot air balloon."

"What if they’re afraid of heights?" Eddie points out. "Go with something safe. Like movie tickets. Or—other tickets. To a Lakers game or something."

"To a Lakers game," Buck repeats, rolling his eyes. "How romantic."

"It is if you like basketball. And—either way, it's better than a tracker."

"Taylor liked it."

"Oh, come on."

"Thanks." Ravi interrupts, clearing his throat. He's backing off now, making his way back to the other side of the table. "All great ideas. I'll—yeah. Bye."

Then he's gone, leaving them alone with their presents and their wrapping paper. Eddie turns to Buck. "He's not going to think about any of those things."

"No way," Buck agrees. "He's probably going to ask Hen instead. Or Cap. And I don't blame him. Lakers tickets."

Buck shakes his head disdainfully. Eddie shrugs. He grabs a doll from the pile next to him and starts to wrap it up. The paper he's using is white and covered in holly leaves. Buck chose a roll of plain red.

"I would love to get some Lakers tickets."

"I'll keep it in mind for your next farewell present," Buck replies.

Eddie rolls his eyes but lets it go. A comfortable silence settles between them, interrupted by the occasional rustle of paper. They could exist in this silence for hours, enjoying each other's presence without the need for conversation, and a lot of the time they do. Eddie doesn't know what makes him break it this time, what makes him ask:

"Is Natalia coming to the party? "

"Uh." The sound Buck makes is too uncertain to be a groan, but only just.

For a moment, Eddie wonders—wonders. There's a strange feeling in his chest, tingly and too tight. He might be coming down with a cold.

"No," Buck says, then, and that feeling fades into something less tight, something—warm. "No, I don't think so. What about Marisol?"

Slowly, the warmth fizzles out. He’s definitely coming down with something. He'll ask Hen to take his temperature later, when they're done with these presents.

"Yeah," he says. "I think so. She's spending the evening with her family, but she'll drop by before."

Something tugs at the corner of Buck's mouth, twists it downwards, but it's gone before Eddie can identify it.

"Right," Buck says, and turns back to the book he's wrapping "Looking forward to it."

Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now it’s a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.

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#911 countdown to christmas #buddie #buck x eddie #buddie fic #buddie fics #buddie 911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #mine #911 spoilers

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years ago

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I want to steal the bride (4)

4. The Tull between man and maid

MASTERLIST

Summary: Aemond’s mission of showing you he is the right man for you is in motion

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader

Warnings: cursing, use of “stereotypes”, I don’t want to say “eating disorder” but I do will say inaccurate methods of dieting, extreme dieting even, sex toys! haha, Aemond is a slut, might miss some warnings, but you know what this is about

Wordcount: 4,7 k

Notes: sorry, this is a mess, I tried from my computer, the doc would download so I send it to my phone… IDKsorry

Aemond’s face twisted in so many hilarious ways

You had asked him if you could drive Cregan to the airport, of course you went with him, so, now, he was sitting in the car, waiting for you to say your goodbyes to your fiance, who was straight up eating your face

“That's cool”, he mumbled, again, if a policeman would be close, he would have detained you both for indecency

“What's he gonna do, eat her?”, he whispered, trying to look everywhere but them, but it was impossible

“Come on, come on, come on”, he whined, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles were white. You were eating eachtoher’s faces! how could you breathe?.

You were hugging Cregan against you tightly, you didn’t want to let go of him, I mean, you were going to see him again in a couple of days, but still

“Okay, take a breath, take a breath, take a…”, you finally separated from him, as you heard the last call for his flight

“Thanks, Aemond”, you thanked him sweetly, looking back at him

“Yeah, have a... great flight”, he said to Cregan, he couldn’t wait until he had you all to himself again

“Bye. Thanks, mate”, he said shortly, to turn back to you and give you a last kiss and a light squeeze on your ass

“Come on”, Aemond growled, where you into that? according to that weird smile on your face, oh you were!

“I love you, Cregan”

“Bye”, he whispered against your lips, “I love you”

“Bye”, you said sweetly, and finally let go of him

Aemond hated the way you all smiley and giddy get up in the car again

“Oh, God”, you whispered, like a teenager in love

“Need some ChapStick?”, he said, bored, passing the little stick, you grabbed it quickly and put it in your lips quickly

“Yeah”

“So, what church are we going to?”

“The Great sept on Rhaenys’ hill”, you said with a wide smile

You were so happy, you didn’t want to let go of him, you had such an amazing night! Cregan had come back to your apartment all happy, and… motivated… after he learns how to… dunk? whatever that was it certainly spurred him on, and you were thankful for that

“Thank you for coming with me to meet the High Septon”, you said back, smiling at you best friend

“Oh, it's no problem”, said Aemond, happy to have you all to himself again

“He is the sweetest man”, you continued

“Yeah?”, he asked, asking you to continue your story

“Yeah, he married my parents and insisted on coming to Winterfell in order to do my wedding”, you told him excitedly, and he got to sneak a peek at your beautiful face, that always lit up when you spoke about your parents, specially your father

You told him the story as Aemond drove skillfully into town, and sooner that he’d hoped, you were both getting out of the car in the great septon’s parking lot

“Why didn't Cregan stay and do this with you?”, he asked, hoping to find a weak spot

“Well, it was more important for him to go back to Winterfell to petition the Grand Council, so Cregan and I could get married”, you told him with an excited smile

“I don't know, what's a Gran… What's that mean?”, he asked, seriously conflicted

“Well, I'm not Northerner, and his family is kind of, like, you know…”, you said with a excited smile on your face

“What…?”, he asked, stopping in his tracks

“Royalty”, you giggled like you were a little girl finally turning into a real princess

“Royalty?”, he asked, pale as paper, “what is he, like a king?”, he asked then

“No, no”, you dismissed, and he could breathe more freely, “he's a Lord”, you finished before getting inside the great sept through the side door, he only stood there, mouth wide open

“A Lord!?”, he asked to the heavens

He quickly followed you inside to see you hiding the High Septon

“Ah, (Y/N), darling”, he said, hugging you tightly

“Septon Eustace”, you greeted with a smile on your face

“And this must be the lucky young man who's marrying our beautiful (Y/N)”, he said looking at Aemond

“Oh, no. I'm not marrying him”, you laguhed, and Aemond didn’t like how quickly you responded to that

“No”, he whispered, nodding to the man, greeting him with a handshake

“This is Aemond, my maid of honor”, you introduced, the man now looked at him with an arched eyebrow

“Maid of honor?”, he asked, a sweet smile appearing on his face

“Yes”, he said, embarrassed of his tittle

“Well, how about that?”, to aemond’s and your surprise, the man hugged Aemond tightly then, patting his back, “we have many gay and lesbian members of the congregation”, he said lovingly, “welcome”, Aemond heard you suffocate a giggle with your hand, and didn’t corrected him, and well, he didn’t bother to either

“Thank you”, he said faking a smile

Fool

“Thank you, Septon”, you said with a smile, as he invited both of you into his office in one of the wings of the HIgh Sept

“So, let's talk about the wedding”, he eased, as he sat down in a long, old, wooden table and chairs

“Okay”, yous aid excitedly

“I need to get some details about you and, uh…”

“Cregan”, you fulfilled dreamly

“Cregan. Cregan, yes”, he corrected with a easy smile, “I want to work it into the ceremony”

“Well, it was such a whirlwind, really…”, you said nervously, Aemond watched you closely, aching an eyebrow

“Yes, well, enlighten me”, encouraged the Septon, “tell me about him…”, and you didn’t know what to say! Aemond draw a smile on his face, yours feel blank instead

“(Y/N), darling?”, he called, wanting to laugh, you looked at him wide eyed, not knowing what to say, but he calmed himself, he couldn’t gloat yet

This was his opportunity to explode the fact that you didn’y know thi guy, that you were ruching into things with him… this is it!

“(Y/N), I think it's important to dig deep here for the vows and tell Septon Eustace all that you know about Cregan”, he said softly, going over the table and squeezing your hand reassuringly, “all that you love about him”, he said simply, “not just the obvious stuff, but those unique characteristics that are Cregan”, he kept going, sinking the knife deeper, “those things that… make you laugh and say, "That's so Cregan.", he said with a “sweet” smile, but you didn’t see the melevolence in it

“Right”, you drawled, still nervous, like you were being quizzed

“And then, you know, maybe you could get some information from Cregan and emphasize their unique bond”, said Aemond looking at the Septon, “Their shared history”

“Of course”, conceded the old man

“We could talk about love at first sight”, you offered weakly

After all, that’s what you felt with Cregan

When he tapped ont he window of your car, and you saw him for the first time, you truly thought you were done for, it only took one look, to know this man was there to stay, that is how you felt, maybe it was childish, but that is how you felt, but somehow, you couldn’t say it aoutloud, you looked at Aemond next to you, holding your hand, he was being sweet and patient, he was trying, but you knew how much of a cinic he could be, and somehow, you didn’t want him to see this part of you.

Love Slut

He had called you

“Well, that's always a crowd pleaser, but…”, muttered the Septon not quite convinced, but then he smiled encouragingly at you, “(Y/N), elaborate”, he begged softly, “tell me more about him. How you feel about him”, he tried, “where did you meet?”

“In Winterfell”, you answered, sneaking a glance at Aemond

“That Old valyrian church”, whispered aemond, loud enough for the bot of you to hear, yours and the Septon attention were drawn to him

“What?”, he asked

“Your first summer in King’s Landing!”, Aemond said, standing up from his seat, “you were dating a guy who worked on the Citadel and he asked you to move in with him”, he said, and you remembered perfectly what he was talking about

“And I wasn’t quite sure”, you completed

“Anyway, that was around the time they were doing excavations outside the city, and they discovered this old Valyrian church with old paintings in them, perfectly preservated…”, he said excitedly, “you discovered the artist that amde them and became obsessed with his painting of this woman, a high priestest, with fire…”, he then turned to the Septon, “(Y/N) said "That painting captured the essence of that woman better than any photograph”, he finished

“I can't believe you came to remember that”, you whispered, amrvelled, you barely remembred it until now!”

“I also remember that she freaked because she said she felt more passionate about that painting than she did about Mr.... Citadel”, he said triumpahntly, “and she wondered if she ever could meet somebody that could make her feel as passionate as that work of art”, he said looking and smiling warmly at you, you smiled softly

“That's good. That's good”, the High Septon cheered, writing it on his notepad, “The painting of Old Valyria”, he scribbled, “Now I know why you picked him to be maid of honor”, he said smiling at you, you only laughed nervously

Oh gods…

You couldn’t believe he remembered that! the way you felt, you even thought it was silly, and Aemond remembered it all! how insane was that?

Could he be possibly leaving his inmature side of him behind him? could he be growing into a more sinsitive… more caring person?

. . .

“Come on. Who's ready to lose some money tonight? Because I'm feeling lucky”, said Criston entering Aemond’s appartement, with Adamm in tow, but what he found there wasn’t the usual friday night setup…

“You guys are late”, chided Aemond entering the common space with a colorful basket on his hands

“How you doing?”, asked Aegon, standing by the diningroom table that wasn’t filled with booze, cards and chips, but with baskets, colorful tuls, bath sponges, candles, soaps and lotions instead. Aegon had a pink scarfed wrapped silly around his neck, and a cool pack for the eyes around his head

“How you holding up, champ?”, asked Addam, entering the room like the sight didn’t frighten him like it did Criston

“I'm stressed”, warned Aemond, greeting his friend with a short hug

“What the hell is this?”, Asked Criston looking around terrified

“(Y/N)'s shower's in the morning”, answered Aemond simply

“Where we gonna play?”, asked the Dornish man

“We're not gonna play until these baskets get done and everything else never gets done”, said Aemond with a wide smile, putting white colored shred inside a basket

“Don’t worry, we have this party mix to get this party started”, said Aegon, grabing a handfull of colored pieces of a bowl and stuffing them in his mouth

“That's potpourri”, said Aemond shortly as Aegon spitted it out, being choked by the strong flavours and smells

To Criston’s horror, Addam got by Aegon’s side and started to help out in all the marital shower’s crazyness

They started to fill the baskets with white chredded paper, and then filled them with soaps, face masks, and other things. criston shook his head, going to the kitchen to find something to eat or drink while his friends kept working

I mean how hard could it be? if he was in Aemond’s palce he would have gone to your apartment and fucked you stupid to make you forget all about that other random guy, Aemond dancing around this was idiocy, even when he had his best guy working on getting dirt on Cregan. He was going to find a smoking gun, and then he was going to be the one to free his best friend from this madness. With a scotch in hand he went back to the diningroom in Aemond’s apartment, to see that his three friends even more into the basket making things

“Oh, this is perfect”, said Addam admiring his first basket he put together, ribbon and all

Aemond and Aegon laughed

“How did you make that ribbon look like that?”, asked the oldest brother as he twirled his around the tull that covered the basket

“Come on Criston, join in!”, invited Addam when he saw his friend standing there looking like he just saw a ghost

“No, I'm not playing with baskets”, said Criston, “It's poker night”

“You put bayberries with serenity”, said Aemond, ignoring Criston and talking to Addam

“You don't like?”, he asked back

“No, it's interesting, I always thought it was obvious that bayberry worked best with harmony”, he answered

“Really? I've been putting Bayberry with Sothyros Sunrise”, chimmed Aegon

“That, I like. That's Zen”, admited Addam

“Yeah. You know what I like? I like how you put the bath ball in the center”, said Aegon talking to Aemond

“I like that so much, I'm gonna see your ball and raise you another ball”, continued Addam with bath bombs on his hands

“It's a Good idea, you should definitely have two balls”, mocked Criston

“Hey, Criston, come and curl some ribbon!”, invited Aegon, thrilling with opened scissors and pink ribbon on his hand

“I can feel my sperm dying inside of me one at a time”, he said angrily

“Shut up and grab a basket!”, Addam throwed it at him playfully

“Come on, it's fun!”, cheered Aegon, Criston threw the basket back and Addam, and grabbed his jacket from the sofa

“I'm going to a strip club to eat some meat”, he said mockingly, “then I'm gonna get into a fight”, everyone laughed as they kept organizing baskets, “Call me when you find your balls, Aemond!”, he said as he was walking towards the doors

“All right, tough guy”, muttered Aemond

“Or maybe they're in the basket next to the Sothyros Sunrise!”, he said loudly

“Someone's afraid of his feminine side!”, mocked Aegon. Criston flipped them off before he closed the doors behind him

“Look at that... Oh, nice job with the fluffing”, admired Aegon as he put his first basket together

“Look at that, huh?”, said Aegon proud of himself

“If shedoesn’t fall for you Aemond after seeing this baskets, I don’t know”, assured Addam

Aemond only had one thing on his mind…

All this wedding madness

He found himself wanting it to be your wedding, yours and his….

The thought didn’t scare him anymore…

He didn’t only want to be with you… he wanted…, he took a long breath when he realised it

He wanted to marry you…

So with a smile, and keeping the knowledge to himself, he kept fixing baskets with the help of his friends next to him, that then help him decorate and set things in motion for you and your closest female friends and family, tomorrow

“Get her tiger”, said Addam hugging him as he was leaving late at night, “youa re doing to right thing, proving to her you are changed and want to be with her”

“i know, I only hope it works, if it doesn’t I’m only making things easy for her to marry another man”

“She loves you Aemond, remember that”, he said before lekaving, and Aemond smiled, convinced

You loved him…

He knew this, he just had to make you realise he loved you back, romantically

The love was already there, he just had to ignite it

And get rid of the other guy…

He got only a few hours to sleep before he had to get up and dress to his best, nice pressed shirt in a color he knew it make his featured glow even more, perfectly fitted pants, and black leather shoes, no tie, no jacket, but everything perfectly casual, his long silver hair stylled in a relaxed lose braid that fell over his shoulder, two first buttons of the shirt opened… a cologne he knew you adored…

He’s got this

“Hello, ladies”, he greeted at the door as he opened the door in a calm and welcoming manner, he had to be the perfect host, “you look lovely today”, he complimented as your cousins giggled and entered the apartment after greeting him

“Aemond”, he heard his name being called and turned with a smile on his face

“Ah, Walda, how are you?”, he asked warmly

“Good. Everything looks wonderful”, she said sweetly, “this is the best shower I've been to”, she admired with an excited smile

“Really, you think so?”, he asked, excitedly, but your firend only wore a loopy smile on her face, and Aemond frowned worried, “you know what, Walda? You should really eat something”, he said softly, but she shook her head

“No. Aemond, I'm fine”, she assured him, “I'm fine. I'm okay”

“Theres carrots and celery on that table, please”, he begged, she only nodded and walked away from him, as you appeared by his side with a wide smile on your face

“What you ladies go through to fit into a dress”, he sighed, wondering if you ever felt like you didn’t feel as beautiful as you were, wondering if you ever put your health in jeopardy to fulfill men’s and society’s impossible beauty standards,, he really wished you haden’t, you were perfect as you were

“This pretty much blows your rule out of the water about no women allowed at your place”, you teased with that complicent smile he adored, he sorrounded you iwth his arm, making your body stick to his side

“What good's a rule if you don't break it every now and then?”, he leaned in and whispered in your ear, you only giggled

“I'm very, very impressed”, you kept teasing, “thank you…”, you said softly, looking up at him

Anything for you

He thought, and he was about to voice it outloud, but he was interrupted by a loud bagpipe noise, breaking all the cool sweet ambiance

The first part of his plan was in motion

“Listen to that. Bran the Broken party remix, just for you”, he said, as the bagpipes sounded like a seagul being strangled, “Hear the horn? Hear the horn?”, he said excitedly at your horrified face, “It's good, isn't it? Wait, let me turn it up for you. There it is”, he said with his smart watch controlling the gadgets on his house.

The “song” became unbearable, you knew this was traditional northern music, but you dind’t want to hear it right now, you covered your ears as the sound became unbearable and it was disturbing your guests

“It's a little loud”, you comlained to your firend

“What?”, he asked with a smile on his face

“It's a little loud!”

“Okay. I'll turn it down”, and he finally turned down the volume, just as a waiter was passing by witha tray of the second part of his plan

“Look at this. Try this”, he said snatching a small tartalette. You thankfully received the small snack and took it to your mouth without thinking, but stopped in your tracks with a horrendous taste attacked your taste buds

“Widow’s wail”, he said proud of himself, “It's pepper, cheese, chopped up baby lamb lung, and cow pituitary gland”, you threw it up in a napkin trying not to raise anyone’s attention, “It's a Northerner delicacy. Cregan recommended it”, Aemond continued

You were about to say soemthing… eman… to him, when Cersei interrupted everyone

“Ladies! Ladies1”, she said outloud, “look what just came for (Y/N)1”, she said excitedly, beigning quite a large box in her hands, you inmediatly smiled, as she stopped right by your side and in second you were sorrounded by your friends

“It's from Cregan, everyone!”, and you laughed when you heard everyone’s “aws” and lovely sighs

“Wait, there's a card!”, chanted Baela, grabing the envelope from the box, “There's a card. There's a card!”, she said weaving it in the air, she opened it up quickly and you only hoped it didn’t have anything dirty on it…

Cregan was a very passionate man…

“It says "(Y/N)", she started witha wide smile on her face, "(Y/N), my love, this is the extremely rare Northerner, winter rose!", she said as Cersei opened the box and showed it to everyone, and there it was

A beautikful icy blue rose

“A rose?”, asked Aemond, panicking

"They only bloom for four hours before they die.", Baela said, as the flower was indeed in full bloom

“He must have timed this out perfectly!”, admired Cersei as she was looking at Aemondmockingly

“Oh, my gosh. When we first met, Cregan joked that he would roam the countryside to find me one, and he did!”, you said, finally receiving the box in your hands and admiring the beautiful flower, it was truly breathtaking, and you couldn’t believe cregan had actually done it!

“Sweetheart, that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard”, muttered your gmother

“Thanks, mom”, you whined as she hugged you tightly

“Joan, good to see you. It's been too long”, greeted Aemond, “I think, Easter, wasn't it?”, he tried with a simple smile

“Yes. You slept with our maid”, she said with that cinic smile of hers, you looked back at Aemond, surprised

“She told you? I didn't know she spokethe common tongue”, he said nervously

You very old grandmother showed up then, with a smile on her face

“This is grandma Pearl”, you presented to Aemond, “You remember Aemond?”, you asked her

“How are you?”, asked Aemond

“Oh, yes. The fornicator”, she mumbled, forwning at him, “That's right”, she said pelased with herself as she walked away again

“Okay”, mumbled Aemond, completely embarassed

“Aemond, this is awesome!”, congratulated Baela, “It's great”, she admired

“Good, thank you, i’m glas you liked it”, he said with a pelased smile, again, proud of himself

“I mean, This is even better than my sister's shower!”, she said with a wide smile

“Oh, really?”, he teased, this was better than he thought, “It appears to be going well”, he chanted victory, because he could, right?

Then he felt a poke on his choulder, he turned to see one of the waiters

“Yes?”, he said politely, still basking in his victory

“Missandei would like to know where to set up”, hhe said nervouslyl

“Who?”, he asked

“Uh, the entertainment?”, he seemed nervous and wavering, but Aemond paid no mind to him

“Ah, yes”, he said, this was going to be the icing on the cake, as your eyes sparkled with expectancy, “thank the Gods... I mean, good”, he said pointing at a corner of the room, “She-she should set up over there”, he commanded, nervous, this was going to be the hightest point, you were going to love this..

So you all gathered around this woman with exccentric red hair long to her waist, and exxagerated red dress showing her curves…

“Hello, everybody. Hi, I'm Missandei”, she said, standing next to a big coffer, “Good to see you all”, she said inviting everyone to get closer, and you did, with Aemond by your side, “Yeah, come on, right down front”, she said as you all took your places

You looked excited

And Aemond wanted to exploit that

“This was my idea, you know”, he said, you looked up at him and smiled

“really?”

“Oh, I know you loved her from Baela's sister's shower…”, he said dismissively

“Before I start, I'd like for us all to take a deep breath”, you heard the woman said, and you took indeed a big breath

“She wasn't at the shower”, you said with an amused smile, Aemond frowned

“She wasn't?”, he asked, terrified

“No”, you said, now curious, Aemond felt someone was watching him and he saw Cersei smiling back at him, a sickening, evil smile

“And now exhale slowly!”, the woman commanded as Aemond’s stocmach sinked

“Really?”, he asked nervously

“Good job. Good job”, Missandei congratulated, “It's very important to reset our third eye and connect to the primal… inside of ourselves before I present the pleasure aids”, she said with her voice soft as silk

“Pleasure aids?”, he asked, wanting to laugh, but the smile got quickly erased from his mouth when he saw yours, and your horrified expression on your face, as the woman opened the box and you saw…

Dildos

Vibrators…

and things not even Aemond knew what they were for

No, he thought

No no no no no

“Now… These pleasure aids are best used when in a tantric, meditative state, and today, I'm going to show you, ladies, how to reach your optimal, sacral chakra”, but of course the nightmare continued, “All of these aids are for sale, ladies”, she said looking into her box of horrors, “And... Oh, look what we have here”, she said taking a fabric that it revealed itself to be a… “We have edible panties!”, Aemond swallowed thickly, “you look hungry. Here, snack on these”, she said throwing them at Walda who received them eagerly

NO NO NO NO NO

FUCK FUCK FUCK

“Now, ladies, what pleasure party would be complete without… glow-in-the-dark thunder beads”, she chanted, taking out two very long silicon… chains?? what were does?

“These are terrific”, your grandmother was curious and she starting walking towards the woman without veing able to be stopped by anyone, to your horror, “and for you ladies today, two for one”, your grandmother receibed the beads, “Do you wanna try those out, princess?”, she teased

“Where do these go?”, she asked, and she put them together and palced them around her neck like a neckale, to your horror

In your bachelor party this would have been fine, funny even…

But no in front of your aunts, mother, grandmother and cousins!

“From casual right into evening wear. Gorgeous!”, chanted missainder as your grandmother seemed terribly happy. “You know what, why don't you keep those? Oh, and they match your earrings”

You couldn’t take this anymore, still tasting the horrible snack Aemond made you ate in your tongue, you walked hastly out of there, feeling ashamed and terrified, and so, so betrayed… You felt like Aemond had mocked you, turned this into a big joke…

He did all the decoratins and all of it just to prank you with this?

What was going on?

Aemond chased after you

“(Y/N), you okay?”, you couldn’t help but sniff, and he grabbed you softly

“You know that I dreamt of my wedding shower ever since I was 10 years old?”, you said, now more angry than sad, he seemed surprised to see you in that state

“No”, he admitted sadly

“Strangely enough, the image of my grandma Pearl, draped in glow-in-the-dark thunder beads, wasn't part of it”, you accused, he wanted to laugh, and that angered you more, “It's not funny, Aemond!”, you said, and he got serious to see how upset you were, “do you have any idea how important this is to me? And the Bran thing, Widow’s wail?, dildo saleswoman?”

“We-well, just understand something, that Cersei set me up!”

“Oh, please”, you chuckled darkly, “there's always an excuse with you!”, you said angrily, “I never even should've asked you to do this in the first place, you don't even believe in marriage, for the gods’ sake”, he wetted his lips

“You know, I might!”, he said, “I might believe in it!”, you shook your head

“I gotta get back”, you said, walking away from him

Aemond had disappointed many, MANY, women before, but he never thought it was going to hurt like it did now when he disappointed you

If he was going to truly do this, try to win you over, over your fiance, he was going to go all in, he needed to do this for real

taglist! @snh96 @sagelovesreading @toodlesxcuddles @ammo23 @bananzaa @ttkttt @at-a-rax-ia @n4tforlife @spn-obession

#misguidedmade #aemond targaryen #cregan stark #hotd modern au #modern au

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letswrites · 10 months ago

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C.L- Never be the same

Masterlist

Sneak peak: Chapter 1- A girl with hazel eyes and a hand full of scars

Chapter 1 will be out this week. Enjoy this sneak peak by now. :)

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"Is it a good time?" It wasn't a good time, he hadn't stopped Super Max and he climbed the grid to get the pole. But even so, he smiled politely "Yes, sure" he wasn't convincing himself but seemed to convince the lady "Good! Charles, how do you feel?" Broken. Useless. "Not in my best mood, but... Looking forward to better days" "That's the spirit. Can we do something to up your mood?" Force Max to retire next season and leave his car as heritage to me, he thought. "Just keep supporting me, seriously, your love messages... Mean a lot to me" the interviewer opened a warm smile "You're lovely" he opened the same smile "I'm just being honest" and he was "would you like to make a retribution for a fan?" No! At least not right now. I was hoping that you all would leave me alone to hate myself for the crap I'm feeling today, he answered in his mind only "Sure" "Great! Please follow me" Nice! Now he had to relocate. "Wait here" She walked a few feet towards a tall man "Excuse me" She started. The man who was laughing with two girls turned to the lady who Charles knew as 'the interviewer' "Daniel Ric? Are you the fan of mine?" Daniel opened his big signature smile "No. I mean, I am but the surprise isn't for me but for this little one here" Daniel stepped to the side and showed a little girl, who was about 6 to 8 years old, wearing Ferrari's whole outfit. The journalist squatted and asked the girl "Do you want to meet my friend?" 'We are not friends' Charles thought. The kid nodded "Charles, would you like to join us?" "Sure!" he said shyly and the child tapped her mouth as she was meeting Santa "Oh, my God" he didn't know why but her reaction gave him the power he wanted back. He smiled and offered a hug to the little one, lifting her up with one arm only "I didn't know the fan was her. Could have warned me so I would have aligned my hair" he told Valeriana running his fingers on his hair, causing everyone to laugh "Hi, nice to meet you, princess" she was still the same way, frozen like a photograph "She's a shy lady, don't be offended" Daniel placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed lightly "Hi!" she said quickly just for him "Hi! How's your name?" he replied warmly, a smile on his face "Celeste" "That's a beautiful name. Is it French?" "Yes" "Nice to meet you, Celeste. I'm Charles" "You're amazing" "Do you think?" "Yes" "Well, thank you, Celeste. You're also amazing" she blushed, wishing to disappear "Would you like me to sign your cap?" "Please" "And take a picture?" she nodded affirmatively " Okay, let's do it. Will you take the picture, Dan?" "Sure!" Daniel grabbed Celeste's mother's cell phone and photographed them "There you go" "Does someone have a pen," Charles asked. People started to look around for a black marker and the first person who did it was a girl, one of the girls who was talking to Daniel when he first came to the scene "Here" she had a strong American accent and her hands had tones of scars. He didn't feel as hypnotized as he was at that moment in a while. She had short brown hair but long enough to be tied, hazel eyes, and light skin which he figured out was soft even with all the scars when his fingers brushed on hers at the moment he grabbed the marker "Thanks" she nodded. Charles placed Celeste on the ground and knelled to sign her cap and shirt "There you go, Celeste" she hugged him "Thank you!" he hugged "You're welcome" Then he stood up "Say goodbye to Charlie, Celeste" Daniel told her "Goodbye" he smiled, she was so cute "Bye bye" then she ran for her mother. "Thanks, Charles" "It was my pleasure" Then he walked away from the journalist and walked towards the owner of the pen "Your pen, miss" "Thanks" she grabbed it quickly "Would you like me to sign something for you?" "No, thank you" "Or a picture?" "I'm good" Wow, she was tough "Do you know I..." "You're Charles Leclerc, I'm aware" "Oh... okay"' he coughed "Goodbye, then" "Goodbye" If little Celeste didn't appear to cheer up his day, he would be fucked.

#f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc f1 #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc 16 #scuderia ferrari #sneak peak

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alexdelray1 · 2 years ago

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Miles 42 x Fem Reader.

Warnings: Bad words and mentions of death.

Type: Fluff.

One and last time people. I am Reader Corrow.

I come from Earth 42 and at the age of 15 I was infected with spider DNA through an accident in my aunt's lab. Better not to go into details. I've been the only Spider-Woman for several months now. I saved a lot of people, arrested some bad guys and killed one guy in self-defense, but it's not the best memory. I'm not the best student or genius so my aunt made my costume understanding my situation. It is beautiful. I just don't know what else to say about it.

I've been going to 'Visions' school for two years and I'm studying there to become a scientist. Great ambition, great power and great responsibility. It's true that it's terrible pressure, but it works. I also have my friend Miles. He's kind of how to say...weird. He wasn't always like this, but after his dad died, he started to get darker and more mysterious. At first I thought it was normal after losing a loved one that he goes somewhere at night and don't want to talk as much as he used to. I went through it myself, but it's been going on for a year. So is Prowler's presence on the streets of New York.

-Miles, do you have time today?- I asked him on the way home from school. Miles looked the other way, still serious.

-Not really.- he replied, sighing.

-What are you doing today, mister mystery?- I joked and chuckled.

-None of your business.- he replied still seriously.

-Ok I understand. Don't be so tense. - I didn't want to delve into the topic anymore because I knew that he would sulk soon.

-Sorry. I just don't have time lately. Do you understand?- He stopped and asked me.

-Yeah. I see. We have exams soon anyway and you're top of the class. You can't take a geek's nose out of a book.- I laughed and started walking towards his house again because it was closer.

-Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if I'm smart or you're a bunch of idiots. Eh, I'm betting on both.- Miles finally joked and we started laughing.

-Maybe you're right. Okay, we're at your place. - I said and we stood in front of his tenement house.

-Bye Reader. See you tomorrow.- He replied and started walking up the stairs to the door.

-Bye Miles.- I said goodbye and walked the other way. I hope he doesn't fall asleep at his desk again.

TIME SKIP.

This costume is not only very comfortable, but also metal. I normally have Tony Stark-like technology. And it's fucking awesome with that costume. Now all I have to do is wait for some motherfucker to come and destroy it by ripping my stomach open. But that's not until I get a kid and Marvel thinks my life is a little too happy.

-This view gets prettier every night.- I sighed while sitting on the roof of the skyscraper. It's night time and the criminals get up to get kicked in the ass by me. My spider sense warned me. I caught the knife that was thrown at me.

-And you keep getting uglier and smaller every night.- Prowler commented behind me.

-I can say the same about your dick Prowler.- I retaliated and he let out a disgruntled grunt.

-Hahaha funny now let's get serious.- He said sarcastically and aimed a blow at me.

-You know there's always time to switch sides.- I said blocking his attack.

-No thanks, I like my old good side.- He replied trying to throw me off balance.

-It's funny, because you're not on the good side at all.- I laughed, kicking him in the face and he fell a few meters away.

-You're probably always like this.- He commented and got to his feet, preparing to attack.

-Oh, you are very nice. I'll be honest.- I said and he laughed.

-What can I say. I'm always nice to some level.- He replied and attacked me.

-This level is probably in the negative.- I jumped and landed behind him.

-As always, painfully honest. And don't wait. It means that you lie to most of the people around you with some excuses. Tell me. How many people know you're Spider-Woman?- he asked, trying to evoke my sadness.

-Do you count the dead people?- I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

-You can't discriminate against the dead.- he replied, raising his arms.

-Two. And don't try this tactic. I bet you do that yourself. Lie to everyone. Except for one person. I don't believe you're alone in this shit.- I said.

-Maybe you're right. May not. You're an interesting person. I'm curious what faces you are making under this mask now. - He confided and started to approach me.

- You sound like a psychologist. And under my mask I make faces that are meant only for me, my mirror and nice people. And you don't look like a mirror or a nice person.- my 'watch' started to pip.

- Shit.- I cursed and started to fight the Prowler.

-Spider-Woman from Earth 42 is being called to the main hall on Earth 2099. Immediately.- My 'watch' started chirping.

-What?- asked the confused Prowler, trying to grab my hand on which I had a 'watch'.

-Fuck. Lyla. Can't you see I'm busy?- I asked my "watch" and kicked the Prowler in the face.

-It is very important. We have a 'rebel' and you have to help the others stop him.- Lyla said without showing up.

-It's so stupid. Let the boy or girl do whatever they want on his or her earth.- I sighed, ignoring the fact that the Prowler got up from the ground.

-But he's an anomaly on his own earth...- Lyla said and I froze.

-Oh shit. I'll be there in a moment. Sorry handsome, but I have work to do. - I said and stood on the edge of the building.

-Wait! What's the deal with Earth 42 and what was it?!- Prowler tried to run up to me, but I jumped off the roof.

-Bye bye!- I said and opened the portal. I flew into it, leaving my villain behind. What a pity I couldn't kick his ass longer.

END. Do you guys like Beyoncé?

#x reader #spider verse #spider woman #earth 42 miles morales x reader #fem reader #earth 42 miles fluff #miles morales #prowler miles

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toxic-potions-productions · 6 months ago

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Friendly wager (Sengoku era demon slayer) (Source: Caitpatmosh, obviously)

Zakiko: HAYATE, HAYATE!!

Michikatsu: !!! Aah, God! What is it, Zakiko?!

Zakiko: Ohh, sorry, wrong grumpy guy.

Michikatsu: How could you possibly mistake us?

Zakiko: Have you seen Takeshi? I need him immediately.

Takeshi: What do you want, Shibata?

Zakiko: HEY-- Hey, *Ahem!* Hey. Hey, man. Bruh. Fam. What's up?

Takeshi: The hell is your problem?

Michikatsu: Maybe all that energy finally gave her an aneurysm.

Takeshi: Yeah, I hope so.

Zakiko: Okay, so if there's one thing I know about you, is that you are a betting man.

Michikatsu: That's the only thing you know about him?

Takeshi: Wind hashira? Sake lover? Makes a bomb ass Nikujaga?

Zakiko: Yeah, yeah. How'd you like to make a little wager?

Takeshi: ......I'm listening.

Zakiko: I bet you 15,436 yen ($100 USD) you can't go the entire day without making fun of Himeno.

Takeshi: I'm done listening.

Michikatsu: You must be joking.

Zakiko: Michi, you want in on this, too?

Michikatsu: Mmmmmm, pass.

Takeshi: Yeah, no way. I know myself too well.

Zakiko: Okay, how about 30,872 ($200 USD)?

Takeshi: Nope, still not good enough.

Michikatsu: (Yeah, I'd probably pay that much to make fun of him.)

Zakiko: 77,180 yen ($500 USD)!

Takeshi: !!!!.............You serious?

Zakiko: Dead serious. If you can go 24 hours without making fun of Himeno, either of you, I will give you each 77,180 yen.

Michikatsu: ......Seriously?

Zakiko: But, if you can't do it, you each have to pay ME 77,180 yen. Hell, I'll even call it 12 hours!

Michikatsu: ...............Uh, I could probably do that. Takeshi: I mean, worse case, we can just avoid him all day. Michikatsu: That's pretty much what you do, anyway, though.

Takeshi: Okay, pinky, you got a deal.

Zakiko: YEEESS!! Hey, Kamanari!

Himeno: *Coming over with a grown out goatee & small mustache* Oh! Hey, guys! What's up?

Takeshi: *Jaw dropped*

Michikatsu: !!! Ohh, my God....... O_O"

Himeno: Sorry, I thought I heard someone say my surname.

Zakiko: Why, Himeno! What is this flashy mane I see?

Himeno: Ohh, this? I was just trying something new. You like it? ^w^

Takeshi: *Speechless*

Zakiko: Like it? I didn't even recognize you! You handsome devil.

Himeno: Thanks, Zakiko! I tried showing Yusuke & Enjuro, but I think they had just shared a funny joke cuz they couldn't stop laughing.

Takeshi: *Struggling to keep himself together*

Michikatsu: Goodness gracious, Kamanari. I hate to say it, but you look like-

Zakiko: Like a what, Michikatsu? :3

Michikatsu: ....................Uhhhhhh...........

Takeshi: You fucking bitch.

Zakiko: This is the first time I've seen him today!! Up close.

Himeno: Hold on, I can feel something. *Rubs mouth & 'stache* ........Okay, that's better.

Zakiko: Well, guys, whaddya think?

Takeshi: *Genuinely tweaking*

Michikatsu: Come on, Hayate, snap out of it.

Takeshi: I.........Can't.......!

Zakiko: Come on, just say the first thing that pops in your head.

Takeshi: Ehhh.........Soul patch.

Himeno: Sorry, what was that? •-•

Michikatsu: I think he's asking.......Mhh. Is that a soul patch?

Himeno: No, it's not a patch. It's, umm. It's my dad's old kimono.

Zakiko: Ohh, my god.......!!

Takeshi: If I stab him, it doesn't count, right?

Zakiko: You may not stab him.

Takeshi: Then, can I stab myself?

Zakiko: Bet's still on either way.

Himeno: Ohh yeah, check this out!! *Wiggling the 'stache* It's doing the wave.

Zakiko: Now, that is talent!

Takeshi: .......I have to go! *Runs off*

Michikatsu: Yeah, I-- I have to- S-- Shave my snake. Bye. *Heads out*

Zakiko: I know everything, so I can still hear you! Takeshi, pissed & frustrated: UUUUAAAAAAGHH!!!! 💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢

Zakiko: Hahahaha! Way to go, man!

Himeno: This thing's alot itchier than I thought it would be.

Zakiko: Well, here is your 3,087 yen ($20 USD) as promised.

Himeno: Thanks! Sooooooooo, what now?

Zakiko: I'm gonna go collect my 154,360 yen ($1,000 USD), you can take off that God awful fake hair whenever you're ready. *Trots off*

Himeno: ..................................Fake? O-O""""""

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Do you guys think he could pull off something like that? Cuz I'm oddly intrigued now

Thank you for voting on the poll! Himeno Kamanari it is!

Here's the original tik tok

#Demon slayer #KNY-sona #kny oc #Caitpatmosh #incorrect quotes #kimetsu no yaiba #random shit #This just further proves my point that I need to stay the hell away from tik tok X'D

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The Last Morning

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It took Mason a moment to realize what he was actually seeing.

He'd been expecting the typical Overnight Writing Session Karl Look. Dry eyed, drowsy, and at least one ink stain somewhere on his face. His multi-colored coat rumpled and creased from sitting in the same spot for hours. Usually a few books, several piles of paper, and a scattering of quills on the desk. The rest of the room would be in a state of what Karl called "the middle of organizing", which it had been in since the second week of his stay.

His room was neat and tidy. Everything must have been put away except for his satchel, laying innocently in the middle of the perfectly made bed. His desk was a tidy mess. A stack of envelopes were the center piece of countless crumpled, ripped, or half burnt papers. Karl turned to face the open door with a wild desperation on his face. He wore a plain black coat. Ink smeared over most of his face, leaving the tear streaks clear to see from the tracks left behind.

"Karl," Jack whispered, "are you alright?"

A sniffle. A choked off response. Then Karl was barreling into Mason's arms.

He sobbed into Mason's shirt as both bandits gently guided him onto the bed. The two supported him as his tears ran out, his breathing stopped hitching, and he slowly composed himself.

"I'm-" Karl breathed through another round of sobs, "I'm going to see my family and- and please don't ask why."

"Okay- okay," Mason soothed, rubbing circles into Karl's back, "we won't ask 'bout that."

Jack glanced back at the desk. "Can we ask about what those letters are for?"

"The- the letters, right." Karl wobbled to his feet. Mason and Jack helped him shuffle over to the desk where he gave them both envelopes with their names on them.

"Don't open them yet." He sniffled. "They- they explain why I'm going. And a few other things. I wrote letters for everyone."

"We'll make sure they're delivered." Jack said seriously.

"Thank you," Karl sagged like a weight was lifted from his shoulders, "I didn't want to break down in front of anyone, especially John, so letters."

"Hey," Jack cooed, "we all cry sometimes. It's okay to ask for a bit of support from any of us."

Karl looked over at Jack, "Are you sure?"

"Of course we're sure." Mason affirmed.

"I-"

"Karl." Phil's voice called through door. "It's time to go if we're going to make it by nightfall."

"I'll- I'll be there in a bit. Just got to wrap up here." Karl called back. He barely breathed until the sound of Phil's wooden shoes disappeared.

"You're leavin' now." Mason could hear how hollow he sounded. He tried to put a little more energy in when he asked, "need help packing anything? Carrying your stuff down?"

Karl shook his head. His breath quivered as he grabbed his satchel off the bed. It looked far too small to hold more than the bare essentials.

"Don't worry, I'll be- I'll be with my family. It's only a day's trip if you don't stop more than an hour. I'll be fine."

Jack stopped him before he could walk out the door. He pulled at his bandana and quickly undid the knot. "Here," he offered, "so we can comfort you while you're gone."

"Yah," Mason agreed as he wrestled with his own bandana, "a bit of Lazarus to take with ya."

Karl held the fabric like they were the most precious items in existence. He folded the bandanas and tenderly tucked them safely into his satchel.

"I- I don't know when I'll be back." He muttered numbly.

"You can keep 'em as long as you need." Jack reassured.

For a moment, they all just stood there and stared at each other. So many things were almost said. Almost.

"Safe travels Karl."

"Be safe sheriff."

"I- I will... bye."

Karl turned around and marched out of the room.

Mason brook the silence first, "... should we follow him?"

"What?"

"Down to Phil."

"Oh, no. We already wished him well." Jack ambled over to the window. It faced out towards the only street in town. "We'll see him off from up here. I thought for a sec you were suggestin' we follow them on horse."

"No, course not." Mason joined him at the window, "This seems real personal. Probably dead family or somethin'."

The pair watched as Phil and Karl rode out of town. Even after the pair disappeared around the corner and out of sight, they watched for a little while longer. The sun began to brighten the sky when they finally moved to open their letters.

Longing turned to fury as they read the tear stained pages.

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Thwap.

"Ah! Wha-" Connor croaks.

"Make sure those get delivered." Mason growls before marching out of the cave with a travel bag. Jack is right on his heels with his own bag and a lump of colorful leather wedged under his arm.

Connor slowly collects the papers that were thrown at his face and stands up out of his chair. He can hear the pair galloping off at high speed. He looks around. There's no smoke for a fire. The ground isn't shaking. There's no whistling storm. All he has for an explanation are the pile of letters in his hands.

"Did I miss somethin'?"

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I'm home for winter break! Something I realized as I was writing this fic, when I'm drafting I tend to yo-yo between present tense and past tense. Do you all have a preference for past or present tense? Do you even notice it in a fic? Looking back, I can see how my tense changes practically every other sentence.

Once we get further in the story, would you guys be interested in me "remastering" the old stories? The story would stay the same, but details might change, and I would likely only remaster the stories from before the current story arc, but my writing has seen such a major boost in quality over time and it could be a fun side project. It would basically be me rewriting the stories but following the same plots.

Also, how's everyone enjoying the story? :D Fun fact: this is the 1,000th post on this blog! Crazy!

#tales from the smp #tftsmp #tftsmp wild west #karl jacobs #jack kenoff #tftsmp mason #writings from lazarus

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