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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years ago

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daddy issues

it was so wrong and so good to bring her to your place, and being fucked by her. it feels really fucking good.

pairings: scarlett johansson x reader

warnings: 18 MINORS DNI alcohol consumption, rough sex, strap-on (r receiving), rough kissing, slightly dark!scarlett, dirty talking, oral sex, and daddy issues.

notes: these photos aren’t mine, i just found them on twitter, and i’m absolutely OBSESSED. enjoy!!

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Your eyes have lingered on Scarlett most of the time. It's not like you could help it, how can she stand there and be this beautiful with her golden silk blonde hair that is sort of wavy yet so pleasant to see? You tap your index finger on your champagne glass, bringing the rim to your pinkish lips as you try to gaze at the surroundings instead. My, everything was beautiful. Scarlett has great creativity, especially when it comes to events. Every time there was a party in her new company, every piece of furniture – was organized and fresh, like brand new. She liked the brand new stuff, never old. You don't know why, but you find it neat of her.

When you looked back at her, she was staring at you from afar. Well shit, you thought to yourself and instead looked away, the embarrassment building up in your veins. You were incredibly foolish, letting yourself know that you could get away from staring. But in fact, she has caught you! My god, so irrational of you. And not even a minute later, she was approaching you with a smile – her cheeks reaching up to her eyes. You smiled back and unexpectedly, you received a warm embrace from her.

Your Daddy or Mommy issues are concerning.

She felt absolutely warm.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" she exclaims happily as she pulls away from your body, which is much to your dismay. Yet you aren't complaining like a little child. "I thought you were staying at your mom's today?"

"Oh well," you sighed, shaking your head. "Change of plans."

Did you shrug? That's stupid, why did you shrug? She must've thought you were coming off in a rude way, honestly, those aren't your intentions! Have you been thinking about this too much? Maybe, maybe...

Scarlett scratches the back of her head and stands a little closer to you, which makes your breath hitch. Although, it was pretty understandable since the crowd was thick. You look at the way she brings her whiskey glass to her mouth and asked, "Are you alone? I've been watching you and you seem... lonely."

"I didn't invite anyone else with me," you shrug politely. "I don't know, I only joined because well... I work for you."

"Sweetheart, if you are tired, then you could go back home, you know?"

The name sweetheart slips out of her mouth so easily that you barely catch it. It's almost like you want her to say it again until you think about her at night, not knowing what else to do other than slipping your fingers into your panties as you scream her name. But she doesn't know that, of course, she doesn't.

You give her a tight lip smile and shake your head once again, although you feel a little light-headed yourself. Perhaps you should go home, but you also wanted to keep talking to the older woman who's currently your boss.

"I'll have a couple more drinks."

She nods. "Have you eaten? I could bring you a plate, we could eat together."

You wouldn't oppose that. Of course, you won't. If Scarlett asks you to eat with her, you must eat with her. You can't back out from that.

You felt your throat tightening, just like the air that has been hallucinating you, as you stutter out: "S-Sure! Yes, why not? Um, yeah."

She only lets out a small laugh and brings you to the buffet area with her hand on your lower back, her mouth near your head.

You and Scarlett spent your time alone at the corner of the event, eating salads together as you talk about the previous school that you used to go to. She didn't know anything much about you, which was expected since you don't consider her your friend, but she seems merely interested in your stories. You didn't know that she could fully speak Russian, making her speak a few sentences to you as you find it very amusing to hear her speak in another language.

"That's what you get when you work for Marvel," she chuckles, sipping from her glass, which has to be her third by now. "You choose to not learn the language and say a few lines, I did. You could say that I was bored."

"Well, maybe you should start feeling bored so that you can learn a few more things." you manage to joke, making her laugh again. Without expecting anything, you felt her hand on your knee as she squeezes it gently, her eyes at the side of your head. You sit still, holding your breath as you count how long she'll put her hand there. She was close to kissing you, but you're also delusional for thinking such a thing as that. She's married, for Christ's sake.

"I'm glad I'm talking to you, everything feels so refreshing, you know? It's like you could see me as a person, and not some celebrity."

"At the end of the day we're all human," you say quietly, your fingers playing with your cold glass as you let the wetness coat the tips of your fingers. "And I find you as my boss and sort of a friend. I have a lot of respect for you."

"Is that so, Y/n?"

"Yep," you smiled sheepishly, feeling your cheeks heating up with a pinkish color as you duck your head. "I'm sorry, it's just that–this is all new to me, we don't talk like this."

She only sighs, pulling her hand away, as she sits back on the couch. There was a moment of silence, letting the noise from the crowd ingrain you before she could even speak with such a hoarse voice.

"I'll take you home tonight."

"That wouldn't be necessary–"

"Please," she interrupts you with a plea, sounding almost upset that you almost oppose her idea. You bite your lower lip in response as she continues, "Let me take you home. It's at least what I could do for accompanying me tonight."

"I guess that wouldn't hurt, right?" there was no backing out. She does want to take you home, which makes you feel even more nervous – you could feel yourself sweating already.

She smiles kindly at you and nods.

"What would be a harm on that?"

—

"You don't have to bring me to my door," you chuckle, as the alcohol-intoxicated you slowly, rummaging your hand inside your bag to find your keys. Scarlett only walks near you and presses herself against the doorway, watching you become so stressed trying to find your apartment key. "S-sorry, I'm–"

"It's okay," she whispers hotly. "I'll wait."

After what seemed like hours, your face lit up as you held the key in your palm. You opened the door with victory as you walked inside, dropping your bag onto the couch. You notice that your apartment was a bit small so you whispered to your shoulder, "I'm sorry if it's a small house, I live on my own."

"I kind of thought you were living with your mother," she said while closing the door behind her, hearing it click. You wondered why she locked the door, was she staying here longer? Either way, you didn't seem to mind. You were tired and sleepy, so you poured yourself a cold glass of water, offering her one. "Would you like a glass?"

She only shakes her head as she flops herself on the couch, lying her head back on the cushion. Replying with a deeper voice, "No. But could you sit with me?"

"O-Of course."

You didn't waste any more time and sat down slowly beside her, feeling her hand on your back once again. She seemed so touchy tonight, but she was always touchy with everyone. You thought that maybe she was doing that with everyone else, so you weren't that sort of special, but her touch seems to be so different now. As if she's hazed and drunk, not knowing what she's doing. Perhaps she is drunk, which makes your heart feel a little heavier.

"Are you going home?" you asked curiously.

"Don't you want me to stay?" dare speak to me with that deep voice once again, I could possibly throw myself at you and let yourself fuck me hard.

"Yeah," you say as you grow tired. "I just–Well, it's very late. You have taken me home. There's only one bed in my house, I don't think I could offer you one."

Maybe you were saying this to push her away, to push these nonsensical feelings away so that you could act civil with her and not some teenager who has an infatuation over an older woman. This doesn't happen often, but you do have these issues that aren't confronting you much. And when you saw her wearing that suit tonight, you could only think that your Daddy issues are growing in you and not out of you.

You were fucked up.

"Can I ask you something?" she whispers out as she shuts her eyes, sighing with her chest heaving. You whimpered out quietly, giving an answer to her question. She whispers again, but this time, this made your cunt clench. "Have you ever thought about me being alone in your house?"

First of all, you don't know how to answer that. Second of all, why is she asking you this? It was random, completely out of your relationship with her, but you couldn't help but think: was she thinking about you? Was she interested in you? Fuck, you felt your heart swirling in your drunkenness.

"I–" you felt your breath hitched again, toying your fingertips. "Um, I... yes? I mean, I'm so sorry–I just have this crush on you and I think you know now and I feel terrible–"

You should've kept your mouth shut.

This lifted her head lift a little, as she was amused by your response, deciding that she should keep talking about this. She sat up, inching closer to you, as her arm is now around your shoulders. Now, you could feel her close. Now, you feel your issues are growing stronger.

Please don't let her notice.

"I'm–"

"Tell me more."

Your face has gone perplexed. "W-what?"

Scarlett leans to your face closer – but not ultimately close – and whispers again, "Tell me more. I want to know what's in your head."

"There's," you trail down your words, murmuring to yourself how foolish you are, as you looked away from her. You tried at least because she turned your head again with the hold on your chin. She's now looking at you, and you could feel yourself squirming from her touch. "Scarlett, do you think you should go home? I don't feel so well."

"I know you have a crush on me," she teases you lightly while thumbing your cheek, she thought how pleasant and soft your skin was. "It's obvious, doll. I know."

Well, at least you could've done it with more discreetness. Instead, she knows what a possible slut you are for her – and it's a little embarrassing to even think about it.

"I'm sorry," you whined, laying your head on her shoulder as you cried out, knowing that she'll probably never talk to you this way again. "God, I should've controlled it. I'm so fucking stupid."

She lifts your cheeks up and shakes her head, shushing you quietly, then you relax your weight on her hand as she replies with a deeper tone than you've last heard. "First of all, you aren't stupid. Never to me. Second of all, don't swear at me. I don't like that."

"I'm sorry," you say, swallowing down the saliva in your throat. "I'll never swear at you again."

"Good girl, baby. I only get to swear."

She's like making you a doll in her eyes, a good little pet that could be dragged around the street. But did you complain? No. why? Because you know you'd like her dragging you around and making you her personal slut. Whore. Tiny girl. She holds your biceps as she pulls you closer to her body, letting her hand pet your hair. She kisses your forehead feverishly, as if you're a secret, and nuzzles her forehead against yours. You lift your chin up and stare into her eyes, admiring the small wrinkles that were under her eyes, and without even thinking further – you pressed your lips on hers.

What the fuck was happening?

You winced in the kiss, you felt her nibbling on your lower lip, and you couldn't help but withdraw from her sensational lips as you finally realized what you'd done. Now, you've gone insane. You stood up and panted heavily, not looking into her eyes. You know that she wanted it too, or perhaps you're delusional again to think so. Or maybe she was kissing you back out because she was flattered, you don't know.

"I think you should leave."

"My little one..."

"No," you chuckled as you felt yourself crying from your sinful acts, shaking your head and holding onto the knob for your dear life. You manage to whisper out, "You're married. I don't–I wasn't thinking, I'm very sorry. It won't happen again, but you should leave."

Scarlett only stands and cups your face, bringing you closer but you fight her with it. You keep pulling yourself back but dear god, she was stronger with you, despite all those workouts for her role that seems to be complex. You whimpered when she grounded you on the spot, bringing her lips closer to your nose and whispering with a hiss, "I don't think you should tell me what to do."

"Excuse me?" you were flabbergasted. "This is my house!"

"Not with that tone I won't," she growls, pulling my ponytail to expose my neck. You were intoxicated by her, extremely in a compelling way. "I'm not leaving. Not until I fuck the shit out of you, not until you stop being a fucking brat. You let me in, didn't you? You knew what was bound to happen."

"You're hurting me!"

"Stay still or else I'll do something worse." you did not know she can be this... different. Maybe this is the reason why you never meet your heroes, she was so violent with her tone – especially the way she grabs your hair as if manhandling you. But your cunt says otherwise, your heart says otherwise. You want her to fuck you, to make you wide open until you only remember her fingers, her tongue, her dick, whatever else is there. Before you can speak, she pushes you back down on your couch as she spreads your legs wide open for her to easily grind her pelvis against yours, leaving you out of breath.

"You don't know how much I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you," she purrs on your neck, groping your left breast with force. You cry with the sensation that she was giving you, you were obsessed that you couldn't stop your hips from rolling upwards. "With your shoulders and those legs of yours, I could go on for hours about how much I wanted you. Now, I have you, and you're going to be mine tonight."

"Scarlett," you gasped for air, her thumb pressing hard against your covered nipple. "You have a husband! This is wrong..."

She shakes her head, smiling faintly at you. She was intoxicated by you, as much as you are to her. With her touching you like a brothel and her tongue flicking on your skin, it makes sense how incredibly aroused she was. And boy, you were too.

"It's not baby," she whispers, knowing that she was slightly manipulating you into giving yourself to her. "It's never wrong. We were meant to do this."

"You're mine," she said, pulling your silk black dress upwards, your pink laced panties on now in full exposition. "Say it. Say that you're mine."

You let out a loud whimper when she demands you to say it, and you should say it. Not because you want to please the older woman, but because you do belong to her – without any hesitation.

"I'm yours."

Slap!

"Really?" she asked with a sinful tone, a deep voice that shrills you until you're dead, and massages your bare thigh with her calloused hand. "You're mine, all fucking mine. I don't want you near anyone, or else I'll have to punish you... which is something you don't want to look forward to."

Before you could reply, she pulls down your panties, kissing your pelvis with a deep breath. She smells you, she kisses your pubic bone, and she touches your inner thighs – which is something so undeniably sexy that you have your legs wide open, a sopping wet cunt exposed for her touch. You feel the tip of her nose pressing against your clitoris while taking a small taste from your cunt, moaning at how delicious you were.

"Didn't know you were this wet," she chuckles deeply, igniting your skin. Scarlett gets even more desperate when she gives your folds a long lick, making your back arch. "Mmph, so delicious. Gonna eat you out so good, you'll be falling apart."

"Ungh," you covered your mouth, tears rolling down from your eyes – from the pleasure – as your hand grips the side of the couch, moaning in wanderlust. She flicks the tip of her tongue on your hole, teasing it slightly before she could push her fingers inside of you, and when you were expecting her fingers; she lifts herself up. You draw your eyes open and watch as she pulls down her pants, a strap bouncing in the air. You were utterly shocked, how can something so big be so engrossing? You don't even know if that would fit inside of you, and would it?"Wait!" you stopped her from pushing in when you felt the tip on your hole, biting your lip down as you could feel the irritation. "I'm–It's too big..."

"We'll make it fit, baby." she kisses your cheek in reassurance and finally pushes inside of you with a long groan, burying her head into your neck. She holds you down, pinning you almost as if she feels her cock around your wetness. She wants to feel your walls, how they would be tight around her, but she liked the idea of fucking you with her dildo. It's almost fascinating.

"God," she rolls her eyes in the back of her head, humping you with much force. "You're so fuckin' tight."

You wouldn't lie but, you're enjoying this moment. Sure, it was huge, but you know you'd take it. Of course, you have to take it. What else are you supposed to do? You clawed her back as you wanted her lips on you, but her head was tucked into your neck, and you could feel her warm breath against your skin – damped.

"Fuck me," you begged with a whine. "Please, fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck–Agh!" Scarlett gives you shallow thrusts, almost bottoming in you, her mouth all over your chest. She continues to assault you until you are a screaming mess, the squelching noises coming from your cunt and her cock getting the woman into her climax, tightening her arms around you as she grumbles with a whisper, "I'm gonna fucking cum–fuck you feel so good!"

She moves inside of you with more pace until her torso twitches, cracking a moan in your ear as she pours out her orgasm, rubbing your clit with her thumb as you come with her. Everything felt hot and sticky, which you didn't mind. But she has put her morals aside and continued to thrust inside of you, but at a slower pace, prolonging both of your orgasms. As soon as she is done, she flops on your chest and lets out a chuckle, a wheezy chuckle.

"Fuck man," she wipes her forehead with her arm as she sits back up, watching your chest heave. "That was the hottest thing we've done. But don't you dare fall asleep, we have more work to do."

You feel livid.

#natasha romanoff x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #natasha romanoff x you #scarlett johansson x you #black widow x reader #a’s oneshots!#scarlett johansson fic

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hiroshikoi · 3 years ago

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Where can you make money?

Pick a Pile: Intuitive Reading + Shufflemancy

Pile One-Pile Two-Pile Three

How to Pick a Pile: Take the time to look at each picture above. Which one sparks a memory? What emotions do you feel? Do you feel anything at all? If all piles spark a memory, choose which one is the strongest. If none, try to go with the one that draws you in the most otherwise, these messages are not meant for you (at this time).

Photos aren’t mine, got it from pinterest and all credits go to the owner.

Pile One

You can make money from the occult: tarot readings, intuitive readings, maybe even astrology readings. You’re very good at looking deep into things, I would describe it to be an intuitive analytic skill? As in, you don’t necessarily have to factually know the ins-and-outs of a certain thing, but if you chose to probe into it—into something you’ll suddenly notice all these details about it, of what makes of it without knowing that that is how its actually made/works. An example that’s coming to mind is... let’s say you don’t know how to bake a cake 🎂, and you question yourself, “how do you bake a cake?” you’ll notice that there’s a base (the cake batter) that serves as the main thing to be eaten, you’ll notice the icing that was put after the base was baked, you’ll notice that there were some kind of buttercream in between layers... and then you’ll somehow come to a conclusion on how one might bake it and you’ll be most likely very close to the correct answer if not...correct in your conclusion. (Hope that made sense lmao)

Expanding on this skill of yours, since you’re very good at looking deep into things, and specifically I’m getting that you naturally notice things that people don’t...you may also do well in a problem-solving kind of job such as a managerial position or in human resources.

🎶 Deeply by bôa || You may also do well in a counseling position if not somewhat related to psychology or mental health. You’re good at helping people sort out their thoughts, feelings, make sense of it and help them work/heal through it. (This may be why occult came out right away as well, because imo these readings *can* *somehow* do the similar thing. Although still, seek a medical professional.) I’m also specifically getting (even though this might not be directly about you making money anymore) that you can maybe get into apps/websites for mental health such as 7 Cups and Better Help to offer advice or simply a place for someone to vent to. Also!!! You can be one of those people helping comfort people in those discord servers for venting!

Pile Two

I know, it may be because of the picture that you have chosen but you really would make good money in an artistic field or a creative field of sorts. You're a visionary. You know exactly what you want specifically in terms of creating something. You may typically also receive messages or ideas in this way (vivid imagery). You know how exactly you want something to look, you know which things to go together, the textures, the colors, how high or low something should be, your target audience, the message you want to convey through your creation. You move with a purpose. Connect with your heart, with this part of yourself by letting yourself...be. Do the things that you may have always wanted to try, do it for fun even though this is something that you can definitely make money of off. Start small; you want to paint but you don't have the funds for it? That's fine, you can settle for something cheap for the mean time, or even borrowing someone else's painting materials. Don't have anyone to borrow from? Maybe try drawing then, all you need is a pencil and a paper! Don't have that too or you're too embarrassed to do so? Okay, we can start even...smaller i would say. You can opt to download an app such as ibisPaintX (i know so specific but i feel like someone may need to hear about this, i apologize) and start drawing with your finger from there! The point is, allow yourself to explore what you're interested in. No more excuses! Have the kind of mentality where.. if you want it, pursue it, because you'll surely find a way to do so even though its in a different form.

For those who aren't particularly into this kind of art, maybe you're into more "styling" or picking out something's pieces rather than creating. Some things that came to mind are brand merchandising (im also getting concept art for music artists? like those companies who manage kpop idols' theme/concept for an album. you don't necessarily have to go to korea and work for this kind of company of course), fashion stylist, set designer, graphic designer is coming to mind, also architecture... Random but if you have a blog or an account that is somehow dedicated to art (like even a fan editing account) I feel like your theme/aesthetic is on point, chef's kiss, show-stopping... addicting.

🎶 Moon Byul by G999 ft. Mirani || Everyone can dream big and they should, but I feel for this pile particularly, you are holding yourself back from your wildest dreams or specifically, dreams you deem to be out of this world. There really is something that makes your heart sing, makes you feel alive, even if its just going to be a side hussle for the mean time, please pursue it!

Pile Three

First things that came to mind was music: singing and baking. You're particularly skilled with your mouth. Speaking, public speaking is coming to mind as well. You may be very good with communicating. I see an office... you can make money from occupations that focus on networking such as working at an insurance firm for example. Flight attendant, being a lawyer, a salesman or real estate broker, a call center agent is coming to mind as well. I know I may be mentioning "lower-leveled" jobs but I feel like if you were to work in this kind of job that specifically quite heavily involves you using your mouth (communicating) you would do very well. You'd level up instantly, in literal terms you could be promoted right away or offered a high level position when you first apply for a job in these kind of industry/business. I'm also getting that.. even though your position may be lower in the "hierarchy" a lot of your clients would be very impressed with you, you would leave a lasting good impression and they will come back to you for more, even specifically requesting for your assistance, for you to specifically deal with them in the services they are seeking out. You're a natural and everyone recognizes it.

🎶 Green Light by Lorde and (lmao ik but it sounds good okay pfft) PS5 by Salem Ilese, Alan Walker, TOMORROW X TOGETHER || Oh you're very very good at dealing with people. If you don't think so, you definitely have a talent for it. If you had a customer or even a person that were having troubles with you and it seems like there's no way of having both parties satisfied, you'd easily resolve it. You're good at finding ways to make two people happy, and you do it in a way that sounds genuine and that you are excellent at what you do (you are). Not in a way where its as if the person is taking something from you or tricking you, or something of that matter. You may be very charismatic, you use the right tone, the right words. You make people feel seen and understood, and you genuinely do present a solution that works for them. You can plan and skillfully present a solution for years to come. Calculated (in a good way). Public relations, social media manager, publicist, agent (for influencers, celebrities/up and coming celebrities) is also coming to mind.

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simon-newman · 2 years ago

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Long Overdue Animal Post Part 1

So. I’ve promised to make a large update post to celebrate the 2 years of my tarantula keeping...

It’s been quite overdue... And by quite I mean... I’ve been keeping tarantulas for 3 years and 4 months now...

A lot has changed. I had some losses and... Well. I went a bit over my set limit of 6 spiders...

But here’s the deal.

1. Tliltocatl vagans (ex. Brachypelma vagans) female

So. My first spider luckily turned out to be a female. She’s grown quite a bit but is not nearly as large as some of my younger spiders - being from a medium-sized species in general.

One thing for sure - she’s a big and healthy female even if she likes to disappear underground for several months at a time (I haven’t seen her from December 2021 to July 2022).

She’s also the first spider I’ve paired. But you should know that from the post I’ve made before.

2. Chromatopelma cyaneopubescens - male (Typhoon)

My first spider. What most keepers consider to be the most beautiful species out there - the Greenbottle Blue Tarantula.

Has matured as a male in 18 months and not long after I’ve loaned him to one of the breeders in my country in January 2021 - in return I’ve received two slings from the same species.

Unfortunatley, when I inquired about his fate 2 months later they confirmed that Typhoon was eaten by a female they paired him with.

Here’s one of the last pictures I took of him:

3. Phormictopus Sp. “Green - Gold Carapace” - female, Draka

The BIG ONE.

Probably the largest spider in my house. She’s huge and likely has not yet reached her maximum.

For a while I was convinced she’s a male and called her “Durotan”.

Hearing I have a sub-adult male some people offered me a nice price for “him” as the price for this species tripled since I’ve got mine. I could have made 5 times what I paid for the spiderling.

Luckily I haven’t sold her as the adult female is likely worth even more.

Now - finding a male for HER might be more problematic than most.

To add to this - this is the spider I am actually nervous when dealing with. Draka was moody and jumpy all the way back as a sling and now she’s extremely defensive. Every feeding is a potential angry fit from her and I don’t want her fangs in my hand.

Yes - I have much more venomous spiders now. Draka is simply big and much more eager to bite when compared to them.

Here’s the most recent photo.

Yes - she threw a threat posture right after I took those pictures... I had to wait with watering the enclosure - doing it with her already angry risks a case of spider outside.

4. Psalmopoeus cambridgei, famale Bertha

The one that got away.

Yes - the only spider that escaped in my care. She spent some 16 hours loose in my house and neither me, my mom or my sister’s cat were able to find her until next morning.

Also quite large but less bulky spider. Mostly a ghost. I see her once every few months now that she’s in her final enclosure.

I’ve got a mate for her at the same event I’ve got a mate for #1 but... I don’t know why he died some 3 weeks after molting. I fed him a week before and he seemed perfectly healthy. Then next week I just found him dead.

Anyway. Here’s the most recent photo when she decided to grace me with her presence.

5. Lasiodora klugi, ?????

Okay I am confused. I can’t tell if it’s a male or female tho my last attempt would indicate it’s a male after all this time.

Potentially the largest spider in my collection. Definitely rivals Draka when it comes to sheer bulk.

A bit jumpy but nowhere nearly as moody as her and overall a good specimen to deal with when you want to get used to huge ass spiders that aren’t pet rocks.

Keeping him (?) has been a delight and the fact it’s likely not female is only a bit of a downgrade. Some breeders already told me they’ll gladly take him as males from this species are hard to come by. In fact when I got him as a spiderling it was likely the first time they appeared on sale since 2014 - some even assumed males went extinct in the European branch of the hobby.

6. Harpactira pulchripes, male “Gilgamesh”

The golden boy. Matured too fast. Loaned. Met his demise much like Typhoon.

I looked up my spreadsheet - I’ve only had him for 16 months.

Very moody for a species often suggested as a good first Old World tarantula (old worlds are more defensive and have stronger venom).

The species has been a disaster for me.

I’ve raised Gil from a tiny sling without any issues. Loaning him I’ve got 2 slings in exchange - much like with Typhoon.

Both slings suffered from DKS - a symptom of illness that disrupts tarantula’s coordination. I don’t know what caused it. One sling passed away shortly after developing this condition. The other one struggled for over 2 months - seemingly recovering to some degree just to pass away anyway... Those were Spiders 11 and 12.

7&8. Phoprmictopus Sp. “Bayahibe”, male and female.

So. This is the species I’ve broken my limit for. Can you blame me? They are absolutely stunning:

#7 - male:

#8 - female:

They’ll hopefully get more violet coloration as they age - I’ll try to slow down male’s growth as well and hopefully pair them later on. There was exactly one time they were sold in Poland until recently. The entire population in Europe is likely very limited and I have a pair.

9&10. Chromatopelma cyaneopubescens, ???

The two slings I received in exchange for Typhoon.

They’re growing nicely and now that I think about it they’re actually older than Typhoon when he matured - being around 22 months old.

I didn’t bother to check if they’re males or females but I might be forced to do so soon.

They’re in vertical setups made in plastic jars and with their last molt both spiders destroyed most of their webbing that allowed them to use this vertical space efficiently. If they don’t remake it I’ll likely look for more horizontal enclosures for them.

To be continued...

#Animal Post #Spiders #Tarantulas #Chromatopelma cyaneopubescens #Tliltocatl vagans #Phormictopus Sp. Green-Gold Carapace #Phormictopus Sp. Bayahibe #Psalmopoeus cambridgei #Harpactira pulchripes

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nanatsumu · 4 years ago

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TEENAGE FEVER

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader, oikawa tooru x f!reader

synopsis: iwaizumi has strung you on long enough and you’re finally at the end of your rope.

genre: heavy angst... like make your heart wrench in pain heavy, one sided pining

warnings: manga spoilers, bad grammar (didn’t know it was that bad until i used grammarly), MATURE themes, drinking, smoking, alcohol, iwaizumi being an asshole (he’s also a frat boy because surprise! frat boys should never be trusted), subtle hints at sex, bittersweet ending

word count: 6.7K

series masterlist

part one | part two | part three | part four

“y/n we know you’re in there, someone told me they saw you run in here.”

great!

you slowly sit up from the toilet, dragging your feet across the bathroom tiles until you make it to the door and begin unlocking the lock at a snail’s pace. but before you can even get a chance to twist the doorknob, somebody is already doing so on the other side of the door and the next thing you know, reina’s screaming ‘HURRY UP’ and you’re assaulted by the bathroom door.

“REINA!” you scream as the result of the door flying into your face has you clutching your head.

“SHIT! SORRY Y/N!”

“geez, why are you so fucking slow,” oikawa complains as he sucks his teeth, pushing the door in a little wider so that you can see standing him behind reina as well. “did iwa-chan’s kiss mess you up that bad?”

“your friend is a prick, oikawa!” reina jabs him in the side, eliciting a grunt from the poor man. “it was supposed to be a quick smooch but that guy had to be extra and start using tongue!”

“what kind of guy kisses a girl who he’s only met once like that?!” your female friend cries.

“only someone as ballsy as him would even try and do that,” oikawa stops scratching his head, his eyes widening like saucers as if he’s just realized something. “and don’t put all the blame on iwaizumi! y/n, you literally moaned! and i even saw you kissing back!”

“don’t make me feel shittier than i already do oikawa!” you jeer.

“he...” you sigh and you can feel the tears start to prickle your eyes. “i feel so humiliated, and embarrassed.”

“and i-i felt so... so exposed.”

oikawa’s playful expression falters as he hears the hurt in your voice and manages to squeeze his way past a protesting reina before kneeling down so that he could meet your glossy eyes.

“listen, i’ll apologize on his behalf for now and i’ll take him about it later, alright?” he awkwardly pats your shoulder, not sure what to do as he’s never been in a situation where he’s had to comfort a girl bawling her eyes out.

“y-you... don’t have— t-to do that,” you whimper. “i’m just being a big crybaby, it’s just a silly kiss.”

“no it’s not!” reina blurts out a little louder than she intended to. “that prick completely disrespected you and embarrassed you in front of everyone! it wasn’t even a matter of him kissing you, it was a part of a game, but that dude took it too far and crossed the line!”

“listen, this is why i told you to stay away from him in the first place,” your roommate shuffles closer to you and pulls you in for a hug. “let’s go home alright?”

“let me walk you guys home, it’s getting late outside and even though you two are together, you never know what’ll happen.” oikawa offers, and while you are quick to accept, reina wavers momentarily.

“how do you know you’re not gonna take advantage of us, hm?”

“please, if i wanted to i already would’ve given the circumstances but i haven’t because i. do. not. want. to!” he smiles patronizingly which irks reina.

“whatever, but if you even think about trying anything then i’ll cut your dick off and feed it to my lizard.” she threatens but oikawa doesn’t take it to heart.

you finally get the last of your sniffles out as you stand up to your feet and exit the bathroom with oikawa and reina trailing along right behind you, similar to an assembly line of ducks— a very... tall duck, a crying duck, and an angry duck.

the walk home was rowdier than you had expected it to be. while you were quieter than usual and still in a bad mood from earlier events, that didn’t stop oikawa and reina though from causing a ruckus on the way back to the dorms.

“you’re telling me, that THAT’S hajime? like hajime iwaizumi? the notorious playboy of irvine?” reina gapes as she stares at the photo of iwaizumi back in high school that oikawa had saved in his phone.

even you were surprised to see what iwaizumi looked back then when reina practically shoved oikawa’s phone in your face, the brightness radiating from his phone screen only further irritating your bloodshot eyes.

while he still had a bit of muscle on him back then, he looked a lot lankier in comparison to his university counterpart who had grown twice in size. his once pale skin had become almost a sun-kissed tan color that complimented his features. but what shocked you the most was that the iwaizumi shown to you in the photos was free from any blemishes on his arms and his ears weren’t dressed in dangly silvers or studs.

“that’s iwaizumi?” your jaw dropped and oikawa was quick to make a teasing remark about how your mouth was wide open enough for flies to fly in.

“what happened to him?!” reina cries.

“sometimes i wonder why he hasn’t visited japan in the past 4 years but when i look back at this photo and then compare it to present him, i would piss my pants too if i were him and had to go back home to my mom.”

“does his mom not like tattoos or piercings?” reina questions as you and oikawa give each other a look before turning back to the girl.

“i don’t know about iwaizumi, but my mom is pretty strict about tattoos and piercings,” you start to explain. “she’s the ‘girls shouldn’t get tattoos!’ and ‘guys shouldn’t get piercings!’ type of mom, so she’s not completely against it, but if i came home with a huge ass tattoo like iwaizumi then she’d sure as hell chop my arm off.”

“japan’s pretty strict about piercings and tattoos, especially when it comes to students because tattoos are kind of a sign of the yakuza in japan,” oikawa adds in addition. “piercings aren’t as frowned upon as tattoos but it’s usually the younger kids who have ‘em.”

“yakuza?”

“like a gang basically? or a mafia i guess.” you answer reina to the best of your abilities.

you start kicking a pebble around and breathe in the crisp california air, watching as a puff of smoke escapes your lips with every exhale.

“you alright?” oikawa asks as he begins growing worried since you haven’t said anything in the past few minutes.

“yeah, just thinking,” you stuff your hands into your pockets and continue kicking the pebble beneath your feet. “california is a lot hotter than japan.”

“you think california is hot? just wait ‘till you spend a day in the summer heat in argentina.” he counters.

“maybe one day,” you say in consideration. “maybe when i graduate university i’ll consider traveling somewhere before my life completely revolves around paying taxes and bills.”

“if you do come to argentina one day then just give me a call and i’ll be more than happy to give you a tour around.” he beams.

“my cousin is playing volleyball in brazil, i think?” you say, remembering your mother telling you that hinata had gone to play beach volleyball in brazil. “he’s blood-related but he lived in miyagi while i lived in aomori so we never really got to see each other that much.”

“miyagi? i used to live in miyagi too!”

“huh? really? do you know a hinata shoyo then?” you ask, intrigued at the newfound information. “i heard from my mom that he started playing volleyball in high school so he’s probably played you once in a game if you played volleyball in high school too.”

“i did actually, his team beat mine during the qualifiers for spring nationals my last year of high school and man, i think i probably broke the record for most bowls of ramen eaten in one sitting that day.” he chuckles but it comes out sounding more half-heartedly in your ears, almost like he’s recalling an unpleasant memory from the past.

“so what made you go to argentina?” you ask and oikawa answers like he’s been asked this countless of times (which he has.)

“when i was a kid, there was this volleyball player i really looked up to,” oikawa starts. “his name was jose blanco and there was a tournament happening in sendai that i went to where he played against japan, and at the time there was a young ace on the team who was a fledgling star,”

“he made a big impression during the first half of the tournament but he started getting worse as things progressed. he was kind of off for the rest of the game and i thought that he was gonna be subbed out but it wasn’t until they switched setters that i noticed the ace was getting back into his groove. jose was a veteran setter, 38 years old i think? and if you were to be asked who the star of the game was then you’d probably say the ace since he was the one who scored most of the points right? but if you ask me, i think the setter was the star of the game!”

“he was so cool too! like he was so calm the entire time and he inconspicuously helped the ace get back on to his feet and just simply left the court,” oikawa continues to ramble. “i even got an autograph but that dumbass iwaizumi took the paper that i bought and got the autograph of some dude on the japan team so i had to give jose the jersey i bought earlier that day instead. although it did end up getting washed though....”

“hah! desperate much?” you laugh as you bump shoulders with him.

“desperate time for desperate measures! no way was i gonna leave without getting the jose blanco’s autograph!” he emphasizes.

unbeknownst to you and oikawa, a cheeky smile creeps upon reina’s face as she watches you and oikawa converse with each other like you two were long-time friends catching up for the first time in forever.

you, on the other hand, were starstruck by the man that is oikawa tooru.

the story he told you left you feeling heart-warmed because you noticed how his eyes sparkled and his lips curved into a genuine smile as he talked about his idol and the sport he is so passionate about. oikawa was many things: a flirt, a smooth talker, a sly fox, and he could get a little handsy sometimes— but you could tell the love he had for volleyball was like no other and you respected how committed he was to the sport, even going as far as to going to argentina in order to follow his long-time idol.

“i think it’s really cool that you’re so passionate about volleyball,” you smile as you peer up at the night sky. “in my opinion, i think being committed to one thing your entire life is a bit hard depending on who you are, but at least there are guys like you who are one-in-a-million.”

your words strike a chord in oikawa and reina is quick to notice the way his lips part as he holds his gaze on you.

“oh would you two quit flirting!” reina lets out an inhumane noise that startles you and oikawa.

“you scared me!” you take a deep breath and frantically clutch your heart.

“just say you forgot that i was here because you were too busy getting chummy with oikawa!” she groans while pulling her face.

“you’re just jealous i’m stealing your roommate away,” oikawa sticks his tongue out at your roommate before stopping in his tracks and pulling you into a hug. “but don’t worry! i’ll take extremely good care of her.”

“no way buddy,” reina takes a hold of your arm and uses all of her strength in order to pull you away from oikawa. “she was my roommate before she was your friend!”

“wow i feel so popular,” you say sarcastically, accompanied with a roll of your eyes. “it’s 1 now and i think i would very much rather be at home right now in my jammies instead of listening to you two bicker back and forth.”

“you don’t mean me do you, y/n?!” reina wails as she clings onto you.

“oh look! it’s a bear!” you point out to the other side of the street and reina snaps her head in the direction you’re pointing in.

“where?!”

with her attention off of you, you take this chance to slip away from her and run towards your dorm building along with oikawa who’s right on your tail.

“you’re... really... fast!” oikawa pants as he speaks in-between breaths. “like a lo— WOAH!”

he trips over a slab of concrete that was out of place and out of reflex, he latches onto the nearest object— and unfortunately, you were the closest thing he could grab onto.

“H-HEY!” you screech when you feel yourself being pulled down onto the ground.

with the split second that he had of clarity, oikawa took advantage of the opportunity and moved his hand under your head so that it wouldn’t make contact with the concrete and his hand, would instead, cushion your fall.

you hit the concrete with an ‘oof!’ and while you were awaiting the sharp pain in the back of your head to come, it never came. instead, you open your eyes only to see oikawa’s brown ones staring right back at you with an astounded expression that mirrored yours.

“so, how are you doing this fine night?” he grins.

“pretty good, up until your dumbass tripped and pulled me down with you,” you snort.

reina gasps dramatically when she catches up to you guys and sees the position you two are in.

“you deny your chumminess with him and then you run off to get all handsy with him!”

“this idiot tripped and then thought it would be a good idea to pull me down with him,” you stand up after oikawa offers to pull you up. “what kind of thought process do you even have to think that i could catch your fall?”

reina squeezes his bicep, triggering him to let out a yelp.

“oh it’s hard alright.” reina smirks as oikawa yanks his arm away.

“do you work out a lot?” you sneak up behind oikawa and put your hands on his broad shoulders.

“yup!” he flexes his arm and gives you both a cheeky smile. “i gained 10 kilograms of muscle mass!”

“1-10?! isn’t that like 20 pounds?!” reina gawks at the volleyball player.

“yeah and guess what, i only grew one centimeter so it was all me baby!” he laughs almost mockingly.

the rest of the walk home was full of laughter and heartwarming bantering between the three of you and you were happy that you were able to meet reina, an amazing roommate, and oikawa, who was a cocky shit but still managed to squeeze a laugh out of you.

it was going to be a long 4 years away from home, but just as long as you were surrounded by the right people, you were sure that these 4 years would fly by in a jiffy.

when you guys finally arrived at your dorm building, you notified reina that you would stay outside and chat with oikawa for a bit and so she gave you the okay and headed up to your room first so that she could get ready for bed since she was about ready to knock out right then and there.

“thanks for walking me home, oikawa,” you pull him in for friendly hug that he didn’t expect, but nevertheless, he hugs back anyway because who is he to decline a hug from you? “i feel bad for having you walk me home even though you probably want to hang out with iwaizumi.

oikawa feels his stomach churn at the mention of his best friend and guilt creeps upon him like bile rising in the back of your throat.

oikawa had turned a blind eye to iwaizumi’s bad habit of playing around with girls and leaving them after he’s had his fair share of fun because iwaizumi was his best friend and despite the drastic transformation he had gone through within the 4 years that they’ve been away from each other, oikawa knew deep down that he was still the iwaizumi he knew and loved— the iwaizumi who had stuck with him through thick and thin during his adolescent years.

however, now that he’s taken the time to familiarize himself with you personally and grow to learn what type of person you were— someone with a good heart but isn’t afraid to voice their own opinions and stand their ground when people try to walk all over them— he can’t help but be greedy and want you all for himself.

“say, y/n,” you give him a soft hum in response which prompts him to continue taking. “you wanna grab some milk bread with me tomorrow at the cafe you were talking about?”

“are you asking me out on a date right now?” you wheeze. “you’re pretty bold for asking out someone you’ve only met twice your entire life.”

“it’s not a date unless you want it to be.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“a platonic date sounds good to me, don’t you think?”

“there’s no such thing as a platonic date, y/n.”

“maybe not to you since you’re probably used to girls flocking around you all the time,” you say and he’s visibly upset at the fact that you think he’s a casanova or something when in reality he still hasn’t had his first girlfriend yet. “so you in? i’ll even call it a date if you’d like.”

“yeah i’m in,” he puts his fist out for a fist bump, which you are content with returning, and he beams at you with the biggest smile you’ve seen him give you. “does the afternoon work for you?”

you pull your phone out of your jacket pocket and open up the contacts app before handing it to the male.

“just give me your number and we can go over the specifics over text tonight.”

he punches in his number, saving the contact as “tooru👽” before handing the device back to you.

“an alien emoji?” you laugh as you read his contact name displayed on your phone. “you’re a dork.”

“like you’re any less of a dork than me.” he playfully rolls his eyes as he pulls his phone out and gives it for you to return the favor.

you clumsily put your number into his phone, accidentally pressing some random digit one too many times, and save your name as “y/n :3” before handing his phone back to him.

“a bunny face?” he threw his head back and let out a humorous laugh.

“shut up!” you give his shoulder a gentle push. “as if an alien emoji is any better, at least my emoticon is cute!”

“yeah yeah, whatever you say.” he slips his phone back into his pocket before giving you one last final hug that feels a bit warmer than the ones he’s given you before.

“get home safe, oikawa.”

his eyes linger on your face for a bit longer than he would’ve liked.

your eyes were crinkled and your smile lines were more prominent up close, but it didn’t stop oikawa’s heart from skipping a beat.

“sweet dreams y/n.”

you awaken the next morning to the sound of your phone ringing and reina’s abnormally loud snoring (you’re surprised that the girls in the next room over haven’t come knocking at your door telling your roommate to snore a little quieter.)

with the sleep still present in your eyes, the brightness of your phone screen causes you to squint before your vision clears up and you’re able to make out the numbers ‘7:30 A.M’ displayed across your screen.

when the haziness finally leaves your system, you take a look outside your window and realize that the only speck of sunlight present at all is the sunlight that’s provided by the rising sun, peeking out from across the horizon.

you mentally curse oikawa out in your head as your fingers dance across your keyboard to type out a brief response to oikawa’s suspiciously ominous text message.

you reluctantly get up from your bed and slip on your fuzzy bunny slippers before treading over to your door, unlocking it, and then swinging it open, revealing your tall, brown-haired friend standing right where he said he would be.

“nice jammies,” he lets loose an unrestrained, boisterous laugh as he reaches out to fix the strap of your tank top which slipped off your shoulder. “i dig the bunny slippers by the way.”

you haphazardly shuffle your feet, gaining a smile from oikawa as he chuckles softly.

“can i come in?” he peers into the room by leaning over a bit where he sees reina sprawled out in a weird position on her bed, snoring loudly.

“uh, reina’s actually asleep,” you sheepishly scratch the back of your head. “the dorms don’t have separate bedrooms, everyone just sleeps in the same room with their respective roommates.”

“so movie night’s no longer in question?”

“i guess if you don’t mind reina being a plus one,” you shrug as you gesture for him to come in, letting him enter the room first so that you can close the door on your way in. “she’s a heavy sleeper so don’t worry about waking her up.”

oikawa throws himself onto your bed, even going as far as to slipping under your covers and making himself right at home, which, you don’t hesitate to scold him for doing so.

“what’s the point of coming all the way over here just to go back to sleep?” you cross your arms as you walk over to your bed, your knees hitting the edge of the mattress.

“the bakery opens at 8:30 so i wanted to pick you up since the walk there is 25 minutes from here,” oikawa pulls his phone out and checks the time. “it’s 7:37 now so hurry and get ready!”

you shuffle over to the worn-out dresser that has been with you since the day you moved into the dorms and pull out the drawers that contain a majority of your most worn pieces. taking into account the outfit that oikawa was currently sporting— an oversized hoodie, a loose pair of sweatpants, and some sneakers that looked to be on the pricier side— you decided that wearing something similar to that would suffice.

“can you turn around?” you ask as you grab a pair of black sweatpants, not bothering to check the design since they looked all the same anyways, and an oversized hoodie that you forgot you even had in your possession.

“hm? why?”

“i’m gonna change?” you shrug. “unless you don’t mind staying here by yourself? or you can just step outside for a minute if you want to.”

“oh yeah, sure.”

you watch as he heeds your request and begins to turn around to face the wall before proceeding to take off your pajamas, making sure to keep a close eye on him just in case he decides to be a peeping tom.

“you know, you’re pretty credulous trusting a guy you’ve only met last week.” he says as he rocks side to side, head still turned facing the wall.

“well i don’t have to worry about you peeping because i’m already done changing,” you pull down the rest of the bunched up fabric of your hoodie that’s around your waist before slipping on a random baseball cap you saw laying around. “even if you did turn around, i have a 5-pound textbook and i’m not afraid to use it.”

oikawa’s about to make a snarky remark in return to your futile threat when suddenly a loud snore escapes reina’s mouth, encouraging the two of you to give each other a flabbergasted look that leads to you both erupting into a fit of hushed laughter.

“let’s go before reina wakes up and gets a heart attack after seeing you in here.”

“no way!”

after exiting the dorm building and beginning your journey with oikawa to the designated cafe, you two arguing about whether or not milk or cereal should go first after oikawa mentioned to you that he was a firm believer of “milk first, cereal last.”

“if you put milk in first then you’re just gonna get less cereal and who the fuck eats cereal just to drink the cereal milk?” you shoot him a grimace.

“when you pour in the cereal after the milk, then it’s just gonna float there and who takes satisfaction in seeing that shit?” you add. “that’s why cereal first is way better because you get a bowl full of cereal and it’s just... perfect!”

“but your cereal is gonna be soggy by the time you put the milk back in the refrigerator!” oikawa retorts.

“then just wait until after you’re done to put it away? how long do you even take to put the milk back in the refrigerator that when you come back your cereal gets all soggy?!”

“and aren’t you supposed to be an athlete? i’m seriously concerned if it takes you at least over 15 seconds just to put back a carton of milk.” you take a jab at him.

“i will not allow this oikawa slander from you!” he stops in his tracks before abruptly picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“h-hey! put me down! i’m heavy, oikawa!” you squirm around in protest, but oikawa shows no sign of letting you go anytime soon as he starts to pick up his pace.

“i didn’t gain all of that muscle for nothin’ baby!” he laughs maniacally as he’s practically full-on sprinting down the street now.

luckily enough, the cafe was just around the corner of the street that oikawa started running down from which meant there was finally a reason for the male to let you down, despite the fact that you had been punching his back for the last minute or so but you couldn’t seem to crack him, his arms, nor those broad shoulders of his.

you let out a huff of feigned annoyance once you’re down on your feet while oikawa is still laughing his ass off as you two walk into the establishment.

“not funny! i almost dropped my hat when you pulled that stunt!” you complain as you’re frantically trying to fix your hair: when oikawa abruptly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, the baseball cap on your head was about to fall off but thankfully with your reflexes, you were able to catch it in the nick of time— however, at the price of your own hair.

“here, i got you,” oikawa extends his hand out to your head and starts to brush away at your mess of a hair. “if it makes you feel better, it’s on the house.”

“i was gonna make you pay anyways.” you stick your tongue out at him playfully, feigning annoyance.

“pft, and you brought your wallet anyways?” he grabs your wrist and pulls it up so that you could see the object in your hands.

“it has my id in it you doofus,” you roll your eyes but there’s a hint of blush on your face as you realize he’s practically holding your hand. “and what if you forgot your wallet, hm?”

he lets go of your wrist before slipping his hand into his sweatpants pocket and pulling out a black wallet.

“i never forget my wallet sweetheart,” he winks and you laugh. “especially if i know i’m gonna be going out with a pretty lady— don’t wanna leave a bad impression y’know”

“i think you’ve already left quite the impression on me from your stunt earlier.” you bump shoulders with him.

“so see anything you like on the menu?” he puts his hand on the small of your back and guides you over to where the menu is so that you could get a closer look at all of the options the cafe had to offer its customers.

“we’ll... we did come here originally for milk bread,” oikawa notices how deep in thought you are over something as trivial as baked goods and he can’t help but smile a bit when he notices the little pout on your face or the crease that forms on your forehead when you scrunch your face a little bit. “but i wanna try their matcha bread! and their boba looks good, or is it a little bit too early to be drinking boba?”

oikawa’s so lost in thought (*correction: staring at you) that he doesn’t even realize that you’ve been trying to grab his attention by calling his name 5 times— and it’s only when you physically have to shake him a bit that he snaps out of his little daydream.

“oh, sorry!” he gives you an apologetic smile. “what’s up?”

“i was asking if you wanted to share one of their drinks with me but you were too busy staring at me to hear.” you sneer. “do you have a crush on me or something? heh.”

“pshhh, no way!” he has a sheepish look on his face that you can’t stop yourself from laughing at.

“you better not go falling for me anytime soon, you playboy.” you jest while nudging him with your elbow.

“i’m pretty sure i should be the one telling you that,” he rolls his eyes playfully. “i’m surprised you haven’t confessed your undying love for me yet.”

“i don’t fall in love that easily, pretty boy, and i certainly do not fall in love with someone i’ve only recently met.” you snort at his comment.

“hi there! are you two ready to order?” a voice startles you and oikawa as you both turn your heads towards a woman standing behind the counter.

“oh i’m so sorry about that! i’m sure you didn’t come to work just to see the two of us play around.” you giggle as the woman mirrors your action.

“it’s nothing new to me, it seems like this place is a hotspot for couples to come and hang out so it’s kind of the norm for me now.” she reassures you.

“are you a college student?” you ask the cashier, taking note on how she looked to be around your age.

“i actually graduated from culinary school about 2 years ago,” she starts off. “my parents supported me throughout my 4 years of culinary school, but when it came down to actually opening this cafe, my boyfriend— well, fiancé now— helped me look for a good place to rent out and it was history from there!”

“it was a bit hard at first since i was still fresh out of culinary school and i could barely start this business with the funds i had saved up, but thankfully my boyfriend was able to pitch in and help make my dreams come true,” she continues and you feel your heart grow fuzzy at how whenever she mentioned her boyfriend, her face would soften and a small smile would make its way onto her face. “i honestly cannot imagine a life without him, he’s been with me since high school so he’s always known about my longtime dream of owning my own cafe. he’s always been my rock during my hardest times and— oh my! i started rambling didn’t i?”

she starts to apologize for burdening you with her life story, but you dismiss her worries by waving your hands in front of you, oikawa laughing and copying your motions.

“i think he’d be really happy to hear that you think so lovingly of him.” your lips curve into a gentle smile, which the woman reciprocates.

“what’s your name?” she asks.

“i’m y/n! and this big guy is tooru.” oikawa waves at the woman, her following suit.

“ah i see! well y/n and tooru, my name is maia and it’s so nice to meet you two!” she brings her hand out for a handshake, which you and oikawa return. “are you two college students?”

“yeah! i’m actually a student at the university of irvine!” you answer enthusiastically. “tooru is just visiting from argentina at the moment so i wanted to take him around the area before he left.”

“argentina, really?” her mouth forms an ‘o’ shape. “it must be hard doing long distance, huh? i couldn’t even imagine if my fiancé and i had to live that far away from each other.”

you and oikawa turn to look at each other in confusion before an invisible lightbulb goes off in both of your heads and you bring your attention back onto maia, who’s now equally as confused as you two are.

“we’re actually not dating!” the pink hue from earlier creeps back onto your cheeks and from the corner of your eye you can see oikawa fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie. “i met him at one of the frat parties i went to last week and we kind of just clicked.”

“i’m so sorry for assuming!” she has a distraught look on her face and you’re quick to tell her that it was just a misunderstanding. “you two just look really cute together, plus i’m also really used to a lot of couples coming here that i was quick to assume that you two were dating!”

“i mean, we’d be a cute couple right, y/n-chan?” gone was the nervous oikawa you saw just a second ago, and back was the cocky oikawa you all know and love.

“you wish!” you scoff, not bothering to shrug off the arm he slung around your shoulder.

“anyways, is it alright if we can get two of your milk breads as well as a matcha bread and a oolong milk tea with boba?” you order and maia quickly input the order into the tablet in front of her.

“will that be all for you today?”

“anything else you want, oikawa?” you ask him but he shakes his head in response. “i think that’ll be all for us today then, maia.”

you’re about to insert your card into the chip holder when suddenly oikawa grabs your arm and plucks the card out of your hand.

“h-hey! what are you doing? give me my card back!”

“didn’t i tell you that it was on the house earlier?” he looks at you with a teasing smirk on his face and before you could protest again, a pleasant sound comes out of the machine, signaling that the transaction was successful.

“such a gentleman! you should snatch him up before someone else does, y/n!” maia coos.

“i think it’d be best for someone else to snatch him up, i don’t think i could handle all of... this.” you motion to his entire body.

“are you flirting with me?” oikawa had a shit-eating grin on his face that you were so tempted to wipe off, but his actions from less than a minute ago still caught you off guard and you had to admit, you were glad he wasn’t a cheapskate and offered to pay in your stead— well, more forced you out of paying.

“thanks, oikawa,” you didn’t know what you had the other day to make you act so bold, but you stood on your tiptoes and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek out of gratitude. “for being the only gentleman on campus, even though you’re technically not a student here.”

out of instinct, oikawa’s hand immediately flys up to the spot where your lips touched his skin and starts to graze it.

“heh, i like your spunk, y/n.” he shows you a cheeky smile.

“don’t let it get to your head, it was just a complimentary kiss.” you laugh and it sounds more melodious than usual to oikawa’s ears for some reason.

“so...” he starts and you let out a small ‘hm?’ which prompts him to continue. “do you have any plans for the rest of the day?”

“i don’t think so? i have the dorm all to myself from when reina goes to her blind date and up until she comes back, so if you wanna do something then i don’t mind squeezing you into my schedule!” you reply, but a thought suddenly resurfaces in your mind. “no frat parties though, i heard one of iwaizumi’s friends are hosting one tonight but i don’t think i can think about another frat party without having to gouge my eyeballs out.”

“got it, no frat parties,” oikawa chuckles. “if it makes you feel any better, i never liked those frat parties anyways and i only went because iwaizumi is the only person i know here which meant i was obligated to follow him around everywhere but now that i know you, it changes the whole game!”

“i’m just as new to california as you are oikawa, don’t get your hopes up too high.”

“but that’s the fun part about it, right? we get to explore california together! it really feels like we’re a couple don’t you think?” he blurts out in the heat of the moment but quickly comes to realize the weight of his words. “oh shit— sorry... i hope you’re not uncomfortable hearing me say that out loud.”

“not at all!” you look down at your shoes for a fleeting moment before looking back up at oikawa. “it’s quite... endearing? i’ve never really had a lot of ‘guy friends’ and mostly hung around with girls so this is the first time i’ve ever really had a guy show any interest in me— platonically of course!”

“and you’ve never ever had a boyfriend before?” oikawa lifts an eyebrow.

“nope, never even had my first kiss,” you say but you think back to the events that took place last night. “well, up until yesterday...”

you tried to hide the grimace on your face as the memory of you and iwaizumi kissing kept playing on repeat in your mind, but oikawa was able to see right through your mask and clenched his fists as he recalled the distressed look on your face when he and reina found you crying in the bathroom.

oikawa believed that you should have deserved to have your first kiss taken by someone who truly loved you, but instead, it was taken away by his scum of a best friend, who, he was currently disappointed in for treating you the way he did last night.

oikawa is about to open his mouth up to say something, but he’s interrupted before he even gets a chance to say anything when maia announces that your order is ready.

“it smells so good, maia!” you say after you skip over to the other side of the counter and take a whiff of the freshly baked pastries.

“oh you’re making me blush, y/n!” maia cups her cheeks bashfully while you laugh at her antics.

you shake up the cup of boba so that the pearls were evenly distributed throughout the drink before taking a straw and puncturing a hole through the film on top of the cup, taking a small sip after you mix the drink around one last time with the straw.

“mhm! so good!” you lean back, not realizing that oikawa had moved to stand right behind you, resulting in you crashing into his chest.

“shit, you scared me oikawa!” you laugh as you slap his chest. “want some?”

you hold the straw up to his lips, and you notice the way his eyes widen by a fraction.

“you wanna share?”

“well yeah? unless you’re scared of getting cooties or something, what are you? 12?” you tease. “or are you worried that it’s an indirect kiss? i can always get another—”

your rambling is cut off when his lips wrap around the straw and he takes a long sip of the drink in your hand.

“there, we just indirectly kissed!” he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before shooting you a goofy grin.

“pft, how childish do you have to be to be freaked out over an indirect kiss.” you mumble, but it doesn’t cover up the blood that rushes up to your face, painting your cheeks in a pinkish hue which oikawa finds endearing.

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radexchangeprogram · 4 years ago

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HI IM ON SPRING BREAK SO I ACTUALLY HAVE TIME TO WRITE SOMETHING

This was an idea a friend of mine in a discord server pitched and I thought it was rlly cute so I wanted to write it!

Dinner Duty with the Brothers (GN!MC)

I hope this makes up for me not posting for a little while :’)

Lucifer

Lucifer isn’t on dinner duty often because of how busy he is.

You usually offer to help him out after he’s had a particularly long day and you can just tell he needs it.

He really appreciates it since he hates being the one to ask for help (his pride could never).

VERY PRECISE MEASUREMENTS! He does not like to just eyeball ingredients and will bring out all sorts of measuring utensils.

He directs you a lot in the kitchen and leads the way. You mostly just hand him ingredients and do some simple prep work while he handles the more complex things.

Surprisingly relaxed in the kitchen when it’s just the two of you. Sometimes he hums while cooking but will never admit it.

When he’s in the kitchen, he puts up a ward to keep Beelzebub out. You nearly had a heart attack when you saw Beel try to charge through it the first time while you were cooking fried cockatrice.

Overall his food is 10/10 and it’s pleasant to just do something as domestic as cooking with him.

Mammon

You are probably the biggest reason that his cooking has improved.

You offered to help him in the kitchen first after about a month of being there when you noticed how the brothers would conveniently order take out or have other plans when it was his night to cook. (Even Beel says that Mammon isn’t a good cook, it’s just not deadly like a certain sourcer’s.)

Has a tendency to over season the food. You have to tell him that he does not need more hell pepper flakes!

Also gets distracted and will forget that he has something cooking. Why is there smoke?

Because he does not want to be the one to fight off a hungry Beelzebub, you usually have to use the pact.

A solid 5/10 food on a good day with your help.

Leviathan

Refuses to admit that he’s actually not a bad cook. He has a lot of confidence issues ok?

Usually likes to take inspiration from anime for what he makes!

He’ll ask you if you want to make something based off of the food he saw characters in his latest anime obsession eat.

The dishes are usually pretty cutesy and require a lot of different cut shapes so you’ll learn a lot of knife skills!

Is also not one for handling a hungry Beel so you will have to use the pact to prevent everything from being eaten.

Overall his food is an 8/10!

Satan

He’s always been one to try out new things and cooking is not an exception.

He definitely has a few cookbooks in his massive collection and would love to try some of them out!

The only issue is, some of the stuff he pulls out is stuff that takes YEARS to master.

Given his sin, he can get a bit...frustrated (pissed) if things don’t work out.

You started to approve recipes that are still fun, but not anger inducing after he did Beel level damage to the kitchen once.

He’s good at following instructions, but knows enough to give things his own twist.

He likes to talk while cooking, usually about a book he’s reading or the latest episode of a show.

Is one of the brothers able to fight back against Beel because Diavolo forbid he has to remake the dough again.

Overall, 9/10! One point taken off for when he gets frustrated.

Asmodeus

He is the kind of cook that sees food trends on social media and absolutely has to try it!

Devildom equivalent of the feta-tomato pasta trend will absolutely be made for dinner.

He doesn’t mind getting messy in the kitchen as long as he has an apron.

Also made you a matching apron because you just needed one.

Live blogs the entire cooking process on his Devilgram story and is sure to take cute photos of the finished product.

He is really good at plating food and making it look picture perfect!

Like Satan, he likes to give food its own twist! Unlike Satan, he does not always know what spices work the best together. Sometimes you have to tell him that no, rose water in minotaur stew is not a good flavor combination, even if it sounds aesthetically pleasing.

DO NOT ASK HIM TO FIGHT BEEL THINK OF HIS HAIR!!!

Overall, 7/10 food!

Beelzebub

Everyone knows Beel has been banned from kitchen duty, but he felt really left out seeing you be able to cook with everyone else :(

When you were able to convince Lucifer to let him try cooking dinner with you he was so excited!

You ended up having to make like 3 batches of each thing, but it was worth it because he’s so cute!

You have to scold him sometimes when you catch his hand reaching for the food and he gives you a look like a guilty puppy.

He really does try to hold back his gluttony for you, you only had to use the pact once while cooking with him and that was only because he had a really rough practice and was starving.

You have to watch him when he helps prep ingredients so that they aren’t all eaten.

Overall, 4/10. It’s more like baby sitting while cooking with him, but he’s just so cute 🥺

Belphegor

The only reason he’s helping is because he gets to spend time with you (clingy).

He’s picked up a lot of cooking skills from centuries of making snacks for his twin.

He likes to make more classic, recognizable dishes like burgers because they’re easier and still taste good.

Sometimes it just turns into him laying on an unused counter and telling you what to do because he cannot be bothered to do it himself.

He likes to talk to you about some of the human food you like to eat, telling you about Devildom equivalents. (He wants to do better about reconnecting with human culture as he’s gotten closer with you)

Is the absolute master at managing his twin. He’s the only one who can convince a hungry Beelzebub to leave the kitchen without using magic or violence.

He’s a solid 8/10, points taken away because sometimes he doesn’t do any of the work.

#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #satan obey me #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me mc

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openheartfanfics · 3 years ago

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OHFFs Advent Calendar: Day 15

This Christmas

Submitted by @lucy-268 Series/Pairing: Open Heart - Tobias Carrick x f!MC (Samantha Carlson) Disclaimer: Tobias belongs to PB, Samantha is sort of mine, as is Tobias' family Rating / Warnings: T/ none Summary: It’s Tobias and Samantha’s first Christmas together as a couple. Will it turn out how they planned? Category: Fluff

Comments/Notes: written for day 17 of the openheartfanfics advent calendar. Thank you, @utterlyinevitable for hosting. Also, thanks to @liaromancewriter and @jerzwriter for help with ideas and some of the commentary.

Word count: 2057

Samantha knocked on Tobias’ partially open office door. He smiled as he swiveled towards her in his office chair. “I’ll call you later tonight, Dad.” He listened as his father spoke. “Ok. Give Mom a kiss from me.”

“Am I interrupting?” Samantha asked.

“Not at all, just talking to my dad about Christmas. Why aren’t you going to visit your family this year?”

“I don’t have family.”

Tobias watched her, considering his words carefully. “I’ve seen family photos taped up around your mirror in your bedroom.”

“It’s… it’s complicated.”

“I have time.”

Samantha looked like she was going to refuse for a second, but then nodded her head. “Ok,” she began, but was interrupted by both of their pagers beeping.

Tobias stood and as they left, reminded her, “We’ll continue this conversation later.”

Later that night, Tobias and Samantha were on his sofa sharing take-out Chinese. Samantha stirred her brown rice, staring at it quietly, when a fork reached over from her left, spearing a piece of her sweet-and-sour chicken. “Hey!” she turned her head and watched as Tobias ate the food off his fork.

He held his plate towards her. “You can have some of my kung pao shrimp,” he offered his plate to her.

Samantha gingerly pulled a couple of shrimp off his plate. “Hasn’t anyone told you that brown rice is better for you than white rice?”

“I’m a traditionalist. I’ve always eaten white rice.”

“You’re staring at me.”

“You’re cute.”

Samantha watched him for a few minutes. She knew he was waiting for her to continue the conversation they began earlier. It was now or never. She set her plate on the coffee table and turned to face him. “I don’t really talk about my family. My mother left me with my grandmother, and she was amazing. But when she died… I was sent to live with some distant cousins in the states. That happened when I was just entering junior year in high school, and no one wanted much to do with this cousin that they had barely heard of prior. So, I graduated and left for university and never went back. I'm still in touch with them, but we're really acquaintances, not family. Those photos that you have seen, those are from the days before my grandmother passed when I was still in London, and that's a lifetime ago. So, no, I don't do the whole family thing at Christmas."

"Then come home with me. I'd love for you to meet my parents. Mike and Gabby will be there with their spouses and kids, you can meet the whole gang.”

“That’s… that’s a lot of people.”

“My mom has seven brothers and sisters, I only have two.” He watched her as she chewed her lip. “I’ve never brought anyone home before. In fact, my parents haven’t ever asked me to bring anyone home before, but they want to meet you.”

Samantha looked at him. “Really?”

“Apparently I talk about you enough, now they are bugging me to meet you.”

She smiled. "Of course they need to meet me, I'm the only woman that ever got their son to settle down for more than ten minutes. They have to be intrigued."

“You are captivating.” Tobias leaned over and kissed her.

The following weekend Tobias and Samantha set out early for the six hour drive to Rochester. They hadn’t gone far when Tobias realized she had gone very quiet. He glanced over to see her chewing on her thumbnail and staring out the window. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Samantha smiled and turned to look at him. “It’s nothing really.”

He reached over and grasped her hand, lifting it to kiss the back. “It doesn’t seem like ‘nothing.’ You were biting your nails.”

“I don't do well around families… What if they don't like me, it's a lot of pressure, being I'm your first real girlfriend at almost 40."

Tobias never got the chance to answer her because his phone rang. He glanced at his display before hitting the button on his steering wheel. “Hey, Dad.”

“I hope I caught you before you left Boston.”

“You’re almost two hours too late for that.” Tobias was still holding Samantha’s hand, his thumb rubbing circles on the back.

“I’m betting you didn’t check the weather before you left. If you had, you would still be in Boston. We have a blizzard here, and the roads won’t be safe for the next couple of days. Which is unfortunate, because we have been looking forward to meeting Samantha.”

She looked towards the speaker and smiled. “I was looking forward to meeting you, too, Mr. Carrick.”

“What is this Mr. Carrick nonsense? It’s James.”

“Ok. James.” Samantha smiled.

Tobias pulled off at the next exit. “We’ll be heading back home now. Dad, I remember you saying you wanted to retire to Florida. If you had, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

James' laughter filled the car. “I wanted to be close to my children. Even though they can be ungrateful at times.”

“Bye, Dad. We’ll call you later.” Tobais disconnected the call and glanced at Samantha. “Looks like it’s just the two of us.”

She grasped his hand tighter. “Looks like.”

“I thought you’d be relieved. You seem even more apprehensive when it’s just me.”

She blinked. “No. I… I am relieved on the one hand, but I still want to meet your family. Putting it off now just...” She sighed and looked at him. “I’m being silly.”

“You aren’t. We can visit on zoom later. It won’t be the same as being there, but we can make it work.”

She smiled. “Since we’re going back to Boston I’m glad I got you to put up a tree. Even though it’s a small one.”

“We’ll stop at the grocery store on the way home. It’s closing early since it’s Christmas Eve, but we’ll be able to have a great dinner, even if it isn’t my Mom’s prime rib.”

They walked through the store, holding hands and filling their cart. Samantha picked up a bag of Hershey Kisses. “We can bake cookies, right?”

“If we pick up all the ingredients.”

“All of them?”

“I have eggs. I think.”

Samantha smiled at his back as he put bags of flour and sugar in the cart. She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Love you.”

As they were checking out, Tobias laughed, as he looked at his phone. “Mike set up a zoom call for breakfast tomorrow. He said that everyone needs to be in their Christmas pajamas. Will my boxer shorts with Frosty’s carrot nose be appropriate?”

The next morning, Samantha and Tobias moved comfortably around each other in his small kitchen. Samantha spread cream cheese and strawberry jam on the bread and set the sandwiches aside while she crushed the cereal flakes. Tobias mixed the eggs and dipped the sandwiches in the egg mixture then the crushed cereal. Samantha picked them up and set them on the heated griddle.

Soon they had their plates fixed and logged into the zoom call. James and Ingrid and Gabby and Paul had already connected. Gabby was the first to greet them. “Samantha, it’s wonderful to see you! I wasn’t sure you actually existed.”

“Hey! I don’t need to make up fake girlfriends.”

His mother looked at him. “It’s just that we were surprised because you’ve never even talked about anyone before.”

Tobias leaned towards Samantha, his arm around her. “No one else was special enough that I wanted to make the effort to introduce them to you.”

Gabby’s eyebrows raised. “That was… sappy. Who are you and where is my cynical brother? You’re eating what looks like stuffed French toast, wearing Christmas PJs with Santas and kittens in Santa hats on them.”

James replied. “We were so looking forward to a large gathering this year. We will have to get together soon, well before next Christmas.”

Samantha smiled and began to relax during the conversation. “I’d really like that.”

“Why don’t we all go skiing next-” Gabby was interrupted by another caller.

“You organized this, Mike, you shouldn’t have been late!” Tobias joked, but stopped as soon as he realized he was looking at his three nieces on the screen, and not his brother. The three girls stood together in matching Christmas pajamas, wearing Santa hats and each holding a bell. Samantha knew that the oldest was Carly, then Amber, and finally Peggy. The little girls raised their arms and rung the bells they were clasping before bursting out with

Jingle bells, jingle bells,

Jingle all the way.

Oh! what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh. Hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells,

Jingle all the way;

Oh! what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh.

The three girls collapsed in laughter as soon as the chorus ended. Mike and his wife Paige sat on the floor with the girls. “We had to unwrap presents to show before we could call.”

Paige nodded. “The girls made something for everyone and wanted to show you all.”

Each girl picked up a drawing and shared them. “This is a picture of Granddad’s red truck.”

“This is Grandma baking cookies in her kitchen.”

A picture of a schoolhouse for Aunt Gabby; Uncle Paul, who Samantha knew was an accountant, was getting a picture of a calculator.

Amber held up a picture of a motorcycle for Tobias.

Carly held up one last picture. “Because we know you’re a doctor, and Uncle Tobias hasn’t told Dad much more than that, here is a drawing of a stethoscope for Auntie Samantha.”

Samantha’s breath caught in her throat before she smiled. “Thank you, so very much, girls.”

Tobias quietly pulled out his phone and sent Mike a quick text. Thank you.

Mike texted back. I'd really like to take the credit for it, but it was Amber who first said Aunt Samantha. I have some very perceptive kids.

Gabby brought up her last comment. “I think we should plan a skiing trip for January. Samantha, do you ski?”

Samantha nodded. “I used to. And I used to be fairly good at it, but it’s been over ten years. I wouldn’t mind skiing, and seeing how much I remember.”

Paige said, “Can we do early February, instead? We have a break in school then.”

Later as they sat under the Christmas tree, Tobias smiled at her. “I still have a lot to learn about you. I didn’t know you were an expert skier.”

“I said I was fairly good, which is not expert.” She leaned back against his chest. “And you ride a motorcycle? How come I didn’t know that?”

“My bike is in my parents’ garage. I don’t take it out very much.”

“Well, maybe we should take some time to get to know one another better then.”

They spent the next few hours talking and sharing interesting things about themselves. For example, Samantha is quite particular about what pens she uses, and she wants to get a kitten once she has a bigger place. Tobias told her then they just have to make that happen, and he noticed her smile at the word “they”.

Tobias has a fondness for mini-golf, but he never tells anyone because it doesn’t suit his image. Now, they have a mini-gold date as soon as Boston thaws out. They will also stop at Modern Pastry for his favorite canolli when they’re done

But the best things they learned were about how much they felt for each other. He explained how he felt the first time he watched her sleep, and how he has a visceral need to protect her, and he will always do his best to do so. She told him about the moment she realized she loved him, and how he is the first person she would ever want to be part of a family with. When they were done, they held each other in front of the Christmas tree for over an hour. Darkness descended outside, and the only lights in his apartment were from the lights twinkling on the tree.

When they finally got up, Sami hugged Tobias.

“This is probably the best Christmas I have ever had, and it’s all because of you.”

He kissed her on the forehead, “Ditto,” he smiled, “ditto.”

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istanleyff7 · 3 years ago

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TOTP, Episode Aerith, Scenes 10-14

Final Fantasy VII Remake: Traces of Two Pasts Episode 2: Aerith Scenes 10-14 A Light Novel by Kazushige Nojima Translated by Stanley (@istanleyff7 on twitter)

Scene 10

It was the third day. The sun had set entirely, and Elmyra hadn't returned home yet. Aerith hadn't eaten anything after the bread and soup from noon. What should she do if she became any hungrier? Should she head downstairs to search for food? But suppose she did that at her convenience without asking her? In that case, Elmyra might dislike her for it — After thinking about things like that, there was an indication of the door opening.

"It's me," the grumpy voice of Elmyra could be heard.

"I'll be prepping the food right away."

"Okayyyy."

However, there was no response. As Aerith sat down on the chair and waited quietly, the noise and the whiff from the cooking wafted over. Aerith then took out a collapsible table from the closet and set it up, imitating how Elmyra does it. Eventually, Elmyra came upstairs with a tray of a warm bean dish and bread.

"Thanks for waiting."

"Ahh!!"

Seeing Elmyra, Aerith shrieked involuntarily. A sizable plaster was stuck on her right eyebrow and the outer corner of her eye.

"I had a little fall. Don't worry about it."

After transferring the food from the tray to the table, Elmyra mumbled something from her mouth and then started eating. It seems that she doesn't want to talk about it in detail. If that's the case...

"Thank you for the food!"

Aerith started eating as cheerfully as possible.

"It's delicious!"

"It's canned food."

"Canned food is delicious."

"Whoever made it would probably be glad to hear it, perhaps."

"Who made this?"

"A Shinra factory. Well then, have your meal quietly."

After hearing that the canned food was a Shinra product, the joy in Aerith plummeted.

Without a moment's delay, Elmyra then said, "It's difficult to live without Shinra's products. I can't bake bread at home without ingredients and fuel from Shinra. You have to come to terms with it."

"What does 'come to terms' mean?"

"You probably somewhat got it, didn't you? Did you forget? I told you to have your meal quietly."

There was irritation in her voice, and Aerith was regretful. However, if her efforts to enjoy her meal had gone to waste, she also thought she shouldn't hold back anymore.

"Okay. But, tell me one thing. Elmyra, where do you go after breakfast?"

Elmyra stopped her eating hand and fixed her eyes on Aerith. However, she looked down at the plate after several seconds, she again put the beans in her mouth. Aerith couldn’t read Elmyra’s expression at all, and she didn't know what to do anymore.

"I used to bring along this table to a lot of picnics."

It seems that she was interested in having a conversation. Elmyra's voice was gentle.

"Picnic? I know what that is!"

"Even though I say so, it's still the slums. As much as possible, I would go to places without people and monsters, have a ham and cheese sandwich and even drink a little alcohol."

"Seems fun!"

"It really is."

Elmyra's expression became gloomy, and Aerith panicked. She cannot let this fun conversation come to an end.

"Did you go alone?"

"Nope, that's not the case."

Elmyra placed the bread back on the plate, went out of the room. She then entered her room along the corridor. Shortly after, she returned to the room, holding a photo frame in hand and held it out to Aerith. The photograph projected Elmyra snuggling up close with a man Aerith didn't know, with the upper half of her body. They were sandwiched in between this small table. The man's face and build were robust in comparison to the slender Elmyra.

They both looked like they were happily laughing.

"Clay Gainsborough. He's Gabriel's only son and my husband."

"Your husband!? I know what a husband is! A husband is a wife's important person. A wife is a husband's important person."

Elmyra let out a giggle.

"Yes, he's my husband and an important person to me. You can address him as 'Clay' when he comes back. He likes children, so he would welcome you."

"Where is Clay now?" Aerith asked as she looked at the photograph.

There was no response. When Aerith lifted her head, she saw Elmyra's face, which looked like she was about to cry. She then forcibly put up a smile once they made eye contact.

"He went to war. I got a letter saying that he would be coming home because he took work leave. It's already been six days since he was supposed to be back. The day I met you was the third day."

Aerith understood Elmyra's strange behaviour.

"Do you go to the station every day?"

"Yea... From morning till evening. I probably look like a moron."

"Not at all," Aerith shook her head.

"There’s no point asking Shinra where he is. They tell me something like the trooper's whereabouts is a secret. Shinra surely isn’t flexible at all."

"Clay is a Shinra trooper?"

"Yes, that's right. I should have talked about this first. It's my bad. This household actually has a deep involvement with Shinra."

Aerith's body stiffened.

"But don't worry. Clay and I, we won't do things like ratting you out to Shinra. Aerith, even though I don't know the situation, I'll never forget the desperate look of your mother. We won't do such things to betray you."

"Okay."

To hide her feeling of uneasiness, she hid both cheeks with her hands. However, Elmyra left her eyes fixed on the photo frame and continued her story.

"Clay volunteered to be a Shinra trooper to avoid public criticism that the Gainsborough household was getting preferential treatment from Shinra. Gabriel objected to it, but Clay had already decided, and he stuck to his choice. They haven't spoken to each other since then. I had to go back and forth between these two men to convey things to them."

"Clay and Gabriel, they didn’t get along well?"

"They clashed often, but they had the same personality."

If they had the same personality, maybe that’s why they became like this. Aerith didn't really understand that. However, she saw Elmyra's gentle look as she spoke. It made her inclined to believe that even though Clay was a Shinra trooper, he probably was a good Shinra trooper.

"Aerith, isn't there anything you'd like to talk to me about? Regarding things that are better if I know them?"

There are plenty of things that she should talk about. However, she should probably tell the truth. That she is a Cetra. That people refer to her as an Ancient.

She recollected the various tales of the Cetra that she heard from Ifalna. Elmyra was a good person, and there was no mistaking that. She was not only all words, and she acted upon to help strangers. Clay was also undoubtedly a good person. In the photograph, he had the same smile as Elmyra. However, people may change if she told them she's an Ancient. The Shinra Company wanted to know the secrets of the Ancients, and that was why everyone was gentle and kind. If they were to reveal their true self, everyone would probably be the same as Professor Hojo. They would be itching to inject needles and cutting skin off.

"My mummy and I were captured by this crazy scientist and locked up in the Shinra Building. My mummy had a lot of experiments done on her, that's why she became sick. If I were to be captured by Shinra, that would be me. That's why I want to be here. I also like it here—the house and the garden too. I will also eat Shinra's canned food, so Elmyra, please..."

Elmyra looked at Aerith with her mouth wide open. Shortly after, she reached out her hands across the small table and wrapped them around Aerith's.

"Is there even such a thing? No... there probably is. Yea, of course, you don't have to go back. I promise that I won't do anything that you would hate. Well then, shall we finish eating?"

The two ate quietly. And before long...

"There is a guest coming tomorrow, so I'll probably be cooking for the first time in a while. I like to cook, but it's troublesome if I cook alone for myself. Now that you're here, it'll be good if I cook more, right?"

"I... want to cook! I'd like to help!"

"I’m not sure about that... The kitchen is on the first floor. I think it's still too early for you. "

Aerith was dejected, but she soon looked up.

"That guest... What kind of person is he?"

"That guest... He's Meguro, the second in charge."

"Me-gu-ro-the-second-in-charge."

"Yes. I have to also talk about our family's business, and I’ll tell you about it tomorrow."

And then, after Elmyra finished her meal, she asked casually, "You probably are missing your mummy, aren't you?"

Scene 11

"At that time, I didn't feel things like longing or loneliness. When nightfall arrives, we'll be able to meet. And even if we weren't able to meet, she's connected with the Planet. I could believe that. Moreover, inside the pouch that I received from my mother was a materia. It does nothing other than shining a dim white light. It's not good for anything at all. But when I have it with me, I feel calm."

"It's good for something after all, isn't it?"

"Ahhh, I guess so!"

Aerith touched the knot in her hair at the back of her head. The materia from that time was still with her.

"I wonder who you will pass it on to..." Tifa uttered.

She didn’t understand what she meant at that moment..

"Hey, Tifa."

"Hmmm?"

"I haven't even thought about that before."

There might come a day where she would no longer be ‘the final descendant of the Cetra'. She imagined that scenario in astonishment and fixed her eyes on Tifa. She then flustered ―

"Sorry, I said something strange. Well then, may you tell me the rest of the story? About the second-in-command?..."

Scene 12

Unexpectedly, Aerith was allowed to sit at the lunch table. She was called to the table on the first floor. Meguro then got up from his chair and requested a handshake. Meguro was a plump and cheerful-eyed adult. He looked much older than Elmyra.

"This is Meguro, the second-in-charge. He's Gabriel's right-hand man, Clay's childhood friend, and he's an excellent advisor of mine."

"Good afternoon Mr Meguro. I'm Aerith."

"I heard it from Elmyra. It must have been tough for you."

Aerith was startled, and she looked at Elmyra.

"Meguro is fine. Even if I keep this from him, he's a well-informed and intuitive person. He'll get information from somewhere right away and notice it. That's why I thought it'd be better if I break it to him early on."

Aerith was unhappy about it. It was supposed to be a secret between the both of them. However, since it came to that, there was nothing she could do.

"Aerith. Shinra is making a fuss about you and your mother. In connection to that, there are also occurrences of kidnapping. There's a despicable gang that kidnaps the girls in the slums and tries to make money off it."

"How do they make money? There's probably no way they can fool Shinra."

"Of course, but there are also a bunch who would purchase the girl that Shinra is searching for. It's probably not too tricky to deceive greedy, mean bastards."

Meguro faced his giant body towards Aerith. "You're six years old, no, seven."

"I'm seven."

"Is that so? I also have a seven-year-old daughter. Her name is Rona. That's why this case is not just any other person's problem, and hence this is my suggestion. You two are to be parent and child from now on. Aerith to not be sneaking around, but to go out with Elmyra boldly. You both will meet people and introduce yourselves. You will..." Meguro said as he pointed at Elmyra.

"You will say this. This child was born before you married Clay. She was entrusted to your relatives, but you and Clay decided to live with her. That's about it."

"Hold up a second," Elmyra objects. "I don't understand your point."

"The purpose is to get Aerith known by the neighbourhood and to make them recognise that this child lives here. If she lives in hiding and is taken away by kidnappers and Shinra, no one would probably notice. Elmyra, you probably are acquainted with all the inhabitants in the vicinity, aren't you? If she becomes your daughter, everyone should take notice."

"I see. If that's the case, what about being a relative's child? Or a child who’s adopted from the orphanage? Isn't that good too?"

"The orphanage is just a short distance away. Why would you want to adopt one from there? You wouldn't want to be pried on things like that. Well, however, if she's adopted from a relative, that should be fine. That's right. That would be natural. Well, I think..." Meguro squinted his eyes and looked at Elmyra. "I think you should be addressed as 'Mummy'. Just like how Gabriel made me call him 'Dad'."

Meguro then shifted his gaze to Aerith.

"I was an orphan, and Gabriel picked me up and raised me like his son. Aerith, what do you think? While you're here as the family's child, you'll live as Clay's and Elmyra's daughter."

"I'd like that too."

It seems like an excellent idea. Even if Aerith asks for help now, clearly, no one will care. Just like when she was looking for a doctor at the station. But if she were the daughter of Elmyra Gainsborough, that would be a different story. Elmyra was still thinking about it. Please, Elmyra.

"I think it's a good idea, but this is not just important to Aerith but also for the Gainsborough family. I can't immediately make a decision."

"Well, give it a good thought. Anyways, if Aerith is to go out, it'll be good for her to change her name. Yup, please give this some thought."

Change her name? Aerith was confused at the unexpected suggestion.

"By the way, Elmyra, is the scar on your face Carlo's doing?"

Elmyra looked at Aerith with a side glance.

"Even if I’ve hidden it, you probably already knew about it, right?"

Meguro proudly snorted.

"That guy is a problem. I can't even guess how he became an in-charge."

"With Gabriel gone, he probably thinks that Clay would approve him. Moreover, I'm his representative. He believes that if he threatens a woman, she will cry and give him her signature."

"We have to tighten the whole organisation a little then."

Meguro made a serious face.

"Clay will probably succeed Gabriel, right?"

"Yes. He's taking his work leave this time to talk to you about it."

"No, no, he likely took it to meet his beloved. Business is just an excuse."

Meguro laughed happily and then stood up.

"Leave Carlo to me. And let's talk about the whole organisation after Clay returns."

Scene 13

"After Meguro went off, I was informed about the Gainsborough family business. Gabriel was a manager who manages workers at the construction site. They call him 'The Recruiter'."

"Ahhh, I've heard of this."

"He had been doing this work since the beginning of the Midgar's construction. There are other people in the same profession, but everyone moved onto the plate once it was erected. Only Gabriel and his subordinates remained in the slums. The slums support the plate, and there are many facilities in the slums, aren't there? When that time comes when repair or construction work requires manpower, the Gainsborough family will be contacted."

Aerith gestured and drew a triangle before Tifa's eyes and points at the apex ―

"Gabriel was the first in charge. Clay and Meguro were the second in charge, and they supported the first in charge. The third in charge consisted of six people, and each of them had their own men. They gathered them, and moved under the instructions of the second in charge. Carlo, the hooligan, was like Clay's sworn younger brother."

Scene 14

"Do you understand, Aerith? In other words, this is a very important matter for you," Elmyra said as she placed her hands on Aerith' shoulders.

"Most of the family's work comes from Shinra, and my husband is also a trooper from Shinra. With that, do you still want to be here?"

Elmyra was waiting for an answer with a serious face. She was different from Ifalna and talked to Aerith about anything. That's why Aerith had to think and respond to her thoroughly.

"They are our clients, but it doesn't mean that we adore them. You don't have to worry about that."

It would be a lie to say that Aerith wasn't bothered by the fact that the household has such close relations with Shinra. But if she wasn't okay with it, she couldn't stay here. What should she do? What does she want to do? She looked at Elmyra. Her skin and hair were drier than Ifalna, and she could see that she was tired. She still hadn't removed the plaster on her face. The wound inflicted by Carlo, whom Ifalna happened to bump into on the way back from the station, seemed painful. She went to the station to wait for Clay. She really wanted to see him. And that very same Elmyra fixed her eyes onto Aerith. Even though things are tough on her, she still thought about Aerith's feelings.

Aerith realised it and hurriedly asked what she should have confirmed first.

"Elmyra, won't this trouble you? If I stay here, would it be okay?"

"What are you talking about? Of course."

Without knowing how to express her relief and delight, Aerith hugged Elmyra. She pressed her face onto Elmyra's flat stomach, and Elmyra wrapped her arms around Aerith's back and brought her close for an embrace.

"Well, Clay and I don't have any experience in raising children. We've only learnt by watching others while doing the family's business. We can't say that we know much. There will probably be troubles along the way, and there's a chance Shinra may find you. But let's come up with a solution with everyone when that time comes. By everyone I mean Clay, Meguro, myself and you, Aerith."

Aerith nodded with her forehead still pushed on Elmyra's belly.

“Hey, Aerith. Can you call me 'Mummy'? Of course, you don't have to be serious about it because you only have one mummy."

"Mummy," Aerith tried saying while her forehead remained pressed.

"What was that?"

"Mummy."

"Once more."

"Mummy?"

"It's ticklish, but I don't think it's bad. What do you think?"

Aerith looked up, and she saw Elmyra's gentle face."

"It isn't bad!" Aerith imitated.

Elmyra let out a big laugh. The atmosphere in the room seemed like it started dancing.

↞↠

Ifalna appeared during nighttime, and Aerith told her about the happenings in the day. Ifalna closed her eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

"I'm glad, Aerith."

"But... I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologising?"

"After all..."

From the time after Aerith saw her face, she had feelings of guilt.

"I'm okay with it. Rather than thinking about me, I want you to have a good time. How's your new name coming along?"

"Elmyra told me to think about it myself."

"I see... Do properly give it thought. That name will be your ticket to freedom."

"Okay..."

"To me, I'll miss the name that I'm familiar with and cherish. But you'll always be Aerith. My adorable Aerith. That will not change."

"Really?"

"Of course."

Ifalna's figure wavered for a moment. Aerith panicked and called out to stop her.

"You know what, Mummy? What should I do if Clay doesn't want me? What should I do if he dislikes me and would be angry at me if I stay in this house? And if he says that, he'll return me to Shinra..."

"I think it'll be fine. He's the husband that Elmyra chose, after all, right?"

"Yup, that's right."

Her uneasiness did not precisely go away.

"I wonder where Clay is..."

"That's true... I'll try searching for him."

"Okay, please."

↞↠

It was the following morning. Aerith was drinking tea with Elmyra on the first floor. An old man with a small stature came to visit. He was Butch, a third in command. The wrinkles imprinted on his entire dark-skinned face was impressionable.

"Good morning Butch. You came earlier than the agreed timing, didn’t you?"

"Sorry. It's my bad. Shall I come back again?"

"No, no, it doesn't matter."

She handed over the documents she had prepared. These are the documents necessary for the job. After Butch confirmed its contents, he nodded with satisfaction and placed them inside a tattered bag.

"And, who is this child?" Butch asked Elmyra as he looked at Aerith.

"Ahhh, I have to introduce her, right?"

"She's my cousin's daughter, but my cousin passed away. So I decided to adopt her."

"She doesn't have a father?"

"Eh? Ah. Yes, yes. She doesn't."

Elmyra couldn't hide her nervousness. Butch squinted his eyes and looked at Elmyra. He then turned them to Aerith. It was the first time that Aerith saw such a wrinkled face. His thin eyes were like a part of his wrinkles.

"Hey, young girl, what's your name?"

She was fascinated by his wrinkles, that when she was suddenly asked a question, she was shaken. And then...

"I'm Rona. Nice to meet you, Mr Butch."

After she said that, she thought she was done for. It was too late. Rona was the name of Meguro's daughter, and Butch definitely knew that too. Elmyra also became flustered.

"Ahhhh, what a coincidence."

Unsure if Butch saw their nervousness, he vaguely nodded.

"Nice to meet you, Rona."

After saying that, the old man went home.

"I'm beat."

Elmyra held her own head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't properly decide on it."

"No, no, I wasn't prepared."

Elmyra knelt on the floor and met Aerith's gaze.

"I should have expected that Butch to come early. He normally does. And also, the name too. I thought that the important thing about a new name is that it should be decided on your own, and I left it up to you, but of course, you need help with this. You're seven. Yeah, that's right."

That's right. Elmyra took a broom in her hand and started sweeping the floor while muttering to herself numerous times. It seems that doing the house chores calms her down. Shortly after, she poured Aerith a new glass of tea and invited her over.

“The next guest is Rodin. He's the same as Butch, a third in charge. He may be light-hearted at times, but deep down, he's a good kid."

"He's a kid?"

"No, no, he's only a lot younger than I am. And also, Aerith. He's scheduled to come here in the evening. I want to go to the station before that. There's a chance that Clay might come back. My bad, but may you hide on the second floor until I'm back? It'll be a problem if an unexpected guest comes over, isn't it?"

"Okay."

"It's fine if I bring you along, but it's probably still too soon for that."

"I'm alright with that. I do like the second-floor."

"Your name... Do think about it. I think it's fine if we talk to Butch about the situation. Rona is fine too, but it's still not an issue to change your name now. I'll be thinking about it along the way, so let's discuss and decide on it later on."

Elmyra mentioned that before she came back, no matter who might come over, be it even though it's Rodin, she was not to open the door or to give a reply. She then left the house. Aerith thought they were like the mother squirrel and the child squirrel she saw in picture books. She recalled the fate of these squirrels and hurriedly ran upstairs.

She intended to think about her name right away. However, she thought about Butch's wrinkles. She was surprised she thought about wanting to try touching it someday. She was also curious about Meguro's belly. What exactly did he stuff in there? Is it soft? Is it hard? Rona is also probably a big child, isn't she? Even if she changed her name, she had already introduced herself to Butch as "Rona", would problems not arise? If Meguro knows about this, would he be angry? She wondered how Rona would react to it too. How is Rona as a child? When will it be the day that she meets Rona? Will she get along with her?

As she thought about those things ― and she dozed off numerous times ― evening came. There was the sound of the door opening, and Elmyra cheerfully called out, "Come down."

There's good news, was it!?

Aerith noisily ran downstairs to welcome Elmyra, who was holding a paper bag with both hands.

"Welcome home!"

"Yes, I'm back."

"Welcome home~!"

"Alright, that's enough," Elmyra laughed as she placed the paper bag onto the table. When Aerith looked into it, she found lots of vegetables and fruits that she had never seen. "The vegetables were cheap today, so I brought home lots of them. It's been a while since I hung around at the market. What did you do today?"

"I thought about Rona, about what kind of kid she is."

“She’s a good kid. You’ll also have a chance to meet her in this house.”

After that, Aerith also asked questions about Rona. Elmyra listened with her back facing her, and she replied while starting to put away the vegetables in the food storage area in the fridge. She already stopped smiling. Her voice was also no longer lively. It was because Clay also didn't come back today.

The doorbell rang.

"It's Rodin."

Aerith felt a sense of relief. Elmyra probably did too.

Rodin was a young man around 20-years old. He was tall and slender and had big blue eyes and wavy blonde hair.

"Hello," Rodin gave Elmyra a small greeting.

He noticed Aerith right away.

"Hey, Rona. Nice to meet you. I'm Rodin, one of the third in charge."

After Aerith was called ‘Rona’, she flinched. He opened the bag he slung on his shoulders, and held out a thin book.

"Nice to meet you. Here's something I brought from Butch."

"Thank you."

On the cover of the book that she received, the words 'Let's play with letters' was printed in large font. Without thinking, she swelled up her cheeks. That book, which gathered the characters Midgar uses, was the same study book that she was assigned to study in the Shinra Building.

"Eh? Don't you like it? Butch chose it, but... That man, he cares about this kind of stuff more than you would think, so I'll keep this a secret."

"I'm happy about the book. But I thought I had to study."

"Is that so? Well, you're the same as me then. I'm also bad at studying. I'm pretty okay with reading, but writing... Especially Kanji, it'll be good if it doesn't exist."

"Rodin, don't tell her such weird things. Well... Rona. Read the book upstairs. We have to talk about business."

After replying as vibrantly as possible, she went to the second floor, looking like she was escaping. She felt uneasy every time she was addressed as Rona.

After Rodin went off, Elmyra apologised for not coming up with a good name and not taking the time to talk with her about it before Rodin came. And then...

"What do you think about the name 'Rona'? Do you like it?"

"Yes. I like it."

"Well then, shall we go with that?"

"Okay."

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Headcanon - When an old classmate has a meal at your house

This work, 当男同学来你家吃饭, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

[ VICTOR ]

You didn’t expect a chance encounter with an ex-classmate to result in him inviting himself over to your place for a meal. Unable to reject him out of politeness, you were left with no choice but to agree.

You give Victor a call, getting him to prepare more dishes tonight. “Teacher Victor, an old classmate will be coming over for dinner. Yup, just one.”

“Eh? Your husband does the cooking? He doesn't have a job?” Your old classmate gabbles on after hearing what you said. “Men who don’t have jobs aren’t reliable. Just think about it.”

You feel like beating him up. Giving him a frown, you explain. “He has a job. It’s just an off day.”

“I’m saying this for your own good,” he speaks solemnly. “Someone who has a high income and a stable job in LFG like me are definitely reliable.”

Initially planning to retort, hearing that he’s working in LFG makes you decide to let him discover the situation for himself afterwards.

Despite standing outside your home, you’re already able to smell a familiar fragrance wafting in the air. Pushing the door open, you greet, “Hubby, I’m home!”

Victor happens to be bringing the dishes out from the kitchen. “Wash your hands first. You’ll get to eat soon.”

Your old classmate stands rigidly behind you. He didn’t think your husband was actually the CEO of LFG. What was it that he said earlier? That your husband doesn’t have a job? That your husband isn’t reliable?

Wanting to rub salt into the wound, you speak up. “My old classmate was worried that you were jobless when he heard you do the cooking, so he came to take a look~”

“N-no, CEO, I...” Your old classmate stammers incoherently. Seeing this, your heart feels smug. As expected, you’re the only one who can bully Teacher Victor.

“Mm.” Victor nods unaffectedly. “Let’s eat.”

Grinning, you hook your arm with Victor’s. “Did you make my favourite sweet and sour pork ribs?”

Casting a fleeting glance at your old classmate, his line of sight returns to you. “Yes. There’s also the chilli pepper fillet steak you wanted. Go and wash your hands.” He tousles your hair, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Your old classmate: Is it too late for me to leave?

[ GAVIN ]

When Gavin heard that you were going to bring a male ex-classmate home for a meal, he naturally felt upset.

After instructing him to be a good host to your ex-classmate before heading to the kitchen, Gavin very unwillingly pours him a glass of water. For a moment, the air in the living room turns tense without your presence.

“Are you Gavin? I often saw you standing at the door of the classroom during high school. I didn’t expect the two of you to end up together.” Your ex-classmates takes the initiative to start a conversation.

“Back then, she was already meant to be mine.” Gavin’s words are needle-like and unfriendly.

Your ex-classmate chuckles, not taking it to heart. Just then, you step out of the kitchen, calling them over to eat. When Gavin sees you, his expression relaxes slightly.

“Are you still working at the same company?” You find a topic to talk about during dinner.

“Yeah, there’s much to look forward to - promotions, a raise, marrying the person I love, and reaching the pinnacle of life.” Your ex-classmate lifts his head, as though gazing towards the future.

Beneath the table, Gavin gradually clenches his fist.

“Also, how’s your boyfriend doing?” You scoop some vegetables onto your plate.

“Boyfriend!?” Gavin’s hand pauses mid-air while he prepares to reach for a dish.

Scooping some pineapple duck cubes into his bowl, you respond calmly. “That’s right. He’s been together with his desk mate since high school. They even went to the same university.”

Your ex-classmate gives Gavin a mischievous look. “Do you regret being so hostile towards me now?”

“...” Gavin flushes in a second.

[ LUCIEN ]

What happens when one meets a rival in love? There’s no need to worry - let Professor Lucien teach you how to defeat the rival.

The moment Professor Lucien enthusiastically invited your ex-classmate who used to court you (and is still pestering you even now) to your home, you already knew that something didn’t feel right. His smile was especially frightening.

Taking your seats, that feeling becomes even more evident.

“Eat more of this garlic beef, it’s high in protein.” Your ex-classmate ignores the awkwardness, scooping dishes onto your plate. He glances at Lucien, as though trying to provoke him.

You don’t fancy the food he has scooped for you, and you cast a pleading look at Lucien.

Lucien prepares another bowl of rice for you, taking your half-eaten bowl of rice away with a smile. “She doesn’t like garlic.”

“Also, I’m very particular about cleanliness, and I don’t eat things touched by someone else’s chopsticks.” You add, causing your ex-classmate to feel slightly embarrassed.

“They’re just some common home dishes. Do help yourself to them.” Lucien dispels the tension in the air, but you can sense the discomfort of your ex-classmate.

“Try the steamed ribs in black bean sauce I just learnt how to make.”

Lucien brings a rib to your mouth, and you instinctively bite it straight from his chopsticks.

Your old classmate: ...

You seem to have forgotten how you mentioned being particular about cleanliness earlier. The taste and texture of the ribs are just right. “Lulu, your cooking skills have really improved. I want this again tomorrow!”

“Sure.” Lucien gives you an affectionate smile, giving it a try himself. It’s indeed a success.

Your old classmate: ...

He feels really full.

[ KIRO ]

Kiro has never felt so unhappy while having a meal.

He crunches the cartilage of the pork ribs, as though grinding that man’s bones into smithereens. His gaze is fierce.

When Kiro and you snuck out to go shopping, you had bumped into an old classmate, who was at best an acquaintance. Out of politeness, you mentioned that he could come over to your place for a meal sometime.

But you didn’t expect your ex-classmate to take it literally, saying that since the opportunity has presented itself, he might as well visit today. Left without a choice, you and Kiro could only return home to cook.

“Miss Chips, these are the coffee ribs we made together. You like them~” Kiro emphasises on the word “together”, looking at your ex-classmate smugly “Here~”

“This too. I specially made it for you. Try it.” Little Kiro starts rattling on.

“And this. It’s very nutritious.”

“I specially asked Savin to bring over this fresh beef. See if it tastes good?”

Watching as the food on your plate morphs into a small mountain, you release a resigned sigh. You lift your head, looking at your ex-classmate. “Go ahead and have more.”

Kiro chimes in. “That’s right, eat more. Treat it like it’s your own home. After all, Miss Chips and I don’t really know how to cook. Usually, we’ll just have fun improvising and making some dishes.”

Your old classmate: ...

Is he eating food or eating dog food?

[Note] In Chinese slang, “dog food” (狗粮) refers to public display of affection!

[ SHAW ]

“Shaw, tidy the house. Tonight, an ex-classmate from high school will be eating at our place.”

Hearing the mildly uncertain tone of the little brat over the phone as he asks if your ex-classmate is male or female, you chuckle to yourself, finding him unusually cute.

“Yup, he’s a guy.”

“Got it, got it. You’re so troublesome.” Shaw pouts at the other end of the line, picking up his keys and preparing to head out.

Bringing your old classmate over, the first thing you see at the entrance are couple photos.

They’re all mounted in elaborate frames.

Pursing your lips, you’re about to ask when and where Shaw got them. The further you step into your house, the more photos you see. The ones where you’re both fooling around, getting angry with each other, being happy...

They’re all memories of the both of you.

You fail to notice how your ex-classmates’ face turns darker and darker, and how the look in his eyes becomes gloomier.

Donned in an apron, Shaw brings out the dishes. “Your husband did the cooking today. Surprised?”

Hearing the way Shaw addressed himself, your ex-classmate immediately takes a step backwards. “Sorry, the fuel in my house exploded and I need to put out the fire. We’ll meet again next time!”

You: ???

Shaw: Tch, at least he knows his place.

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♡ treasure reaction: having an idol s/o ♡

“hiii <33 do you think you could do a headcannon where the boys have an idol s/o? like how they’d react to their s/o comebacks or small interactions on camera? i’m sorry if i’m not being specific :’)) but i love your writing,, keep up the good work <33” - anon

a/n: no need to be sorry! i don’t mind broad requests because it gives me a lot of creative freedom which i like ^^ also feel free to go check out my other idol s/o request here! - bee

♡ hyunsuk ♡

ready to hype you up every step of the way

if he’s free he goes to practice with you to watch you prepare for your next comeback

will help with lyric writing/producing if you do that

understands how hard it is and will be your rock

supports you with everything

if you’re on the same show/on camera at the same time

besides the occasional side glance i don’t think he would interact with you more than a normal amount

he’s the leader and doesn’t want rumors or anything to hurt treasure

so he would be very careful with that

but definitely sits with you while you get your makeup/hair done backstage because he’s happy that he can spend some more time with you

brags about you to his members while he watches your new mv

“woahhh look at them!! that’s my baby!!”

♡ jihoon ♡

as i said in my previous idol s/o reaction: the Proudest Boyfriend Ever

also a very protective boyfriend

all his other idol friends not in treasure know you’re his partner

you have to remind jihoon not to spoil anything about your comeback to his friends because he Will brag about you

wants to know all the details of your comeback and watch your dance practices

when he can he brings you (and your members) lunch/snacks to make sure you’re eating well

if you guys promote at the same time he will absolutely visit you backstage to wish you luck/give you good luck kisses

the makeup artists scold jihoon for kissing you and messing up your lip tint

but they think yall are the cutest so they don’t scold him too much

is very very subtle with interactions on camera

a lot like hyunsuk, since he’s a leader he doesn’t want to jeopardize the groups career/your career over rumors

but he also loves you so much so he would smile fondly at you and clap loudly for you

♡ junkyu ♡

again, as i said before, knows your dances front to back

is your hype man but moreso hypes you up when you need it

like yea he’s super supportive

but if you ever say you’re worried/upset about something

he turns on the hype switch

“babyyyy you’re the best! don’t doubt yourself!” *points to your dance practice video* “look at you! you did so well!”

texts you before you go on stage/go to a filming for something wishing you luck and that he’ll be watching and cheering from the dorm

so shy with interactions

if you’re on the same show junkyu won’t do anything that’s considered ‘too much’

but if your group is included in a random play dance or something

junkyu will go All Out

think junkyu dancing to cl’s ‘baddest female’

absolutely embodies the feel of your dance because he’s watched you practice it so many times

♡ yoshi ♡

probably one of the shyest/least likely to interact with you on camera

smiles and claps for you but doesn’t do much else

if you guys promote at the same time he’ll visit you in your waiting room for a moment to steal a quick kiss and then dart back to his room

while you perform yoshi just sits in the makeup chair with his eyes glued to the screen

smiles when you show up

the members tease him about his glazed over look he gets when he watches you perform

gushes about you to the members after your stage is done though

“did you see how they were center for the dance break?!”

if you compose/write lyrics he would love to just spend quality time with you in the studio

even if he’s just laying on the couch watching you work

he really values quality time so he would love to visit you in the studio and bring you lunch/dinner

knows only your lyrics to your songs

he loves your songs and hypes you up when you have a comeback

but he just loves listening to you and ends up just remembering your parts

♡ jaehyuk ♡

the Most Supportive Boyfriend

brings you and your members snacks/food during practice when he can

is really good friends with your members as well

every time you have a comeback he brings you flowers and sends flowers to music shows for your comeback stages

if you guys promote at the same time he will visit you in the waiting room and wish you luck

makes sure you’re eating well/enough

if you ever say you’re dieting jaehyuk will Hate It

“no you don’t need to! you’re perfect the way you are!”

when you get your first win jaehyuk absolutely cries

unless he’s on the stage promoting as well then he fights so hard to hold back and just smiles really widely/claps

but if he’s at home watching on the tv then he bawls

“i’m so proud of you, sunshine.”

if you stay late at the company to practice/produce/etc then jaehyuk joins you

because he wants to make sure you get some rest eventually

also because he likes spending time with you and watching you practice

♡ asahi ♡

the silent type of supportive boyfriend

when you have your comeback he will watch it over and over, smiling when you appear on screen

has your songs on repeat in the practice room and screams the lyrics/dances nonstop

when your concept photos come out he shows all the members with a big smile on his face

during your promotions asahi always texts you and reminds you to drink water/take a nap when you can/that you’ve going to great

always ends those texts with a heart

no rumors of you two ever come out because asahi is his normal quiet self during broadcasts/recordings

if you’re ever on camera together then he would just act normal

he’s mostly the silent supportive type but there are definitely exceptions to that

if you’re promoting at the same time, asahi will go to any tv he can in the waiting room just to watch your stage

does the fanchants..... very loudly and cheers loudly when it’s your part

also if you ever do a solo stage/cover/song then asahi is gonna blast it at 100 volume in the dorm and go wild

♡ mashiho ♡

Hype Man!!!!!!!

he would have all your albums on his shelf and if he could he would have one of your photocards in his phone case

knows all the dances to all your songs, all the fanchants and lyrics

probably one of the ones to interact with you the Most on camera

if you’re on the same variety show together he will laugh at everything you say, clap and smile at you

during music shows at the end when all the groups are together he would absolutely stare at you with a smile on his face

shared smiles and knowing glances from the other members of your group/treasure

when asked his ideal type he describes you

loves to visit you in the waiting room

brings you food/snacks during practice, especially if you tell him you hadn’t eaten yet that day

whenever he can he visits you to see how practice is going

will help you with dance moves or help you learn cover dances

tries to teach you treasure choreo

♡ yedam ♡

streams your comeback whenever he can

during breaks in filming stuff he has his phone in his hand and your mv on repeat

shows all the members the mv and points you out even if you’re at the back

wants to do a cover with you so badly because he thinks your voices would go well together

eventually you do a collab at an awards show and yedam is the Happiest Boy Alive

during variety shows or other broadcasts on camera he’s really professional

is able to separate his private life and his career pretty well

plus he gives you plenty of affection backstage/when the cameras are off

knows all the lyrics to your songs and goes to you to learn the dance

when he can he likes to make you cute lil lunch bags for you and your other members to eat

buys you matching necklaces that neither of you take off so that when you’re on stage or recording something you can always remember him

“so i’m always close to your heart and you’re close to mine!”

♡ doyoung ♡

doesn’t interact with you on camera, at least not past the normal regular interactions

helps you out with dancing all the time

you need help with a dance cover? doyoung will help.

having trouble with a move in your own choreo? he’s got it

likes to visit you when he gets out of practice because “seeing you is better than sleep”

gets so excited every time you have a comeback

like you would think he was part of the group with how hyped he gets

when your teasers drop he sends them to all the members on kakao and keyboard smashes in korean

is good friends with your members

hypes up your members as well but not as much as he hypes you up

knows the dance to all your songs and is the Resident Master when your songs come on random play dance

depending on when you/him go to practice, he will bring you and the other members coffee and a small snack so he knows you are eating

♡ haruto ♡

despite ruto being young, i think he’s pretty shameless when it comes to interactions on camera

like during a variety show if you show off a talent and the hosts ask ruto what he thinks, even if he’s seen you do it before, he stares with his mouth wide open

“wow, they’re really good”

but he’s also careful not to overdo it

if he visits you during practice he hypes tf out of you

yells so loud when you’re the center that it’s hard to hear the music

also hypes you up in the waiting room as well

kisses your forehead (much to the annoyance of the makeup artists lol) and takes pictures for you for instagram/twitter

“you’re gonna rock it, hun!”

will be your Biggest Fan and will talk about your comeback/mv/concept photos to the members whenever he can

they even recorded him talking about you and sent it to you which you found adorable

♡ jeongwoo ♡

Hype Man!!!

absolutely cries when you get your first win because he’s so happy for you

sends you flowers whenever you get first place on a music show

though he’s your hype man, i think if you guys are on the same show together he might be a bit shy

like he is shameless when you aren’t there, he dances to your songs on tmap or whatever

and sings at the top of his lungs in the dorm when you have your comeback

but if you’re together on a show then jeongwoo tones it down because he knows how much rumors can hurt you/him

out of all the members, probably talks the most about you around the dorm/at practice

“have you seen their concept photos? their mv teaser? i have to be up at midnight for the music video release!”

plays your song whenever and wherever he can

has all your albums because he wants to support you however he can

♡ junghwan ♡

oh this cute babie

a lot like doyoung with interactions, is really shy when he’s with you on camera but maintains being professional

after you have a comeback junghwan will call you at 12:01 and tell you all the things he liked about the mv in specific detail

“the effects in the background when you showed up were so pretty! your makeup was so good! this dance looks really hard”

if you guys promote at the same time junghwan might try and visit you

but if he doesn’t then he texts you wishing you good luck

when you perform junghwan has all his attention on you

his mouth kinda falls open when he sees all of the cool effects and makeup and everything

blasts your songs at Full Volume in the practice room

excitedly talks to the members about your new comeback

makes them watch all the variety shows you are on

the cutest supportive bf ever >_<

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giftwrappingpaper · 4 years ago

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wangxian bakery au

prompt: "I'd love to enable a creator to write/draw that self-indulgent niche workplace AU they've always wanted to make."

Lan Zhan finds Wei Ying baking bread in the kitchen of a hole-in-the-wall bakery in Yiling.

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A low, all too familiar voice hesitantly calls his name. "Wei Ying?"

No fucking way. Wei Ying looks up, raised eyebrows wrinkling his flour-dusted forehead. Yep, that’s Lan Zhan alright; no matter how many years pass, Wei Ying could recognize that face anywhere. His sharp, meticulously perfect appearance makes him look like a high-fashion magazine model cutout slapped on a stock photo of yellowed plaster and secondhand baking equipment.

“No customers in the back,” Wei Ying advises before returning his attention to the dough in his hands. A picture of informality, with a small smirk playing on his lips — a half-hearted attempt to conceal the shock and surmounting panic bubbling in his gut.

How the hell did he find me? one side of his brain despairs, while the other side reassures that at least it isn’t Jiang Cheng.

Lan Zhan continues his stalwart breach of Burial Bakery’s kitchen. What a rebel. “Wei Ying,” he says again.

“That’s me.”

“You’re here.”

“Uh, yeah?”

“You’re in a...bakery. Baking.”

Wei Ying breathed in the calming smell of fresh sourdough and tangy levain. Thank the heavens he had been able to convince Wen Ning to take a lunch break, leaving Wei Ying to man the kitchen alone. This isn’t going to be pretty.

“That’s kinda what we do here, yeah,” he says, eyes trained on his workbench, crowded with floured bannetons and formless lumps of dough. “A helping hand would be nice. I’d appreciate that much more than the gawking.”

Lan Zhan blinks, jawing clenching and ears flushing. Wei Ying’s smirk lifts into something softer. Even after all this time, it’s still so easy to rile him up.

“How’d you even find me, anyway?” he wonders, stretching his dough flat against the workbench, stopping right when it’s about to rip. Gently, of course. Wouldn’t want to pop the gas built up after hours of proofing.

“The back door is open,” Lan Zhan answers faintly. His expression mirrors the face of a guy after finding a years-long missing sock long since chalked off as having been eaten by the dryer. “I saw you from the counter.”

A quick glance to the entrance confirms this. Wen Ning must’ve forgotten to close the door when he left. Damn, that’s no good. Can’t let the cold air flow in. Might mess with the dough proofing in the walk-in.

“Could you close that for me?” Wei Ying asks, briefly letting go of the dough to rub the back of his neck. When Lan Zhan continues to stand there, motionless like a beautiful, bewildered statue, Wei Ying tsks and says, “I’m not going anywhere, Lan Zhan. Gotta get yesterday's proofed loaves in the oven by the hour.”

Miraculously, Lan Zhan obeys. Wei Ying half expected him not to. He and Lan Zhan have never been the closest of friends; Wei Ying was an annoying student, and Lan Zhan has a zero tolerance for annoying classmates. But people can change, he supposes. It’s been over four years, and neither of them are the same people they were before Wei Ying packed up his things and gave up his cushioned life in the Jiang estate and his scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country to start slumming it with the Wen siblings and A-Yuan in their closet of an apartment.

“Aw, thanks,” Wei Ying says when Lan Zhan returns. He belatedly realizes that he should’ve asked Lan Zhan to close the door behind him as he leaves the kitchen that he, as a non-employee, isn’t supposed to be in. Oh well; Wen Qing can chew him out for all the health codes he’s violating later. Isn’t she supposed to be manning the front? Lan Zhan must have snuck past her to get here, so she’s just as guilty.

“So you’ve been here the whole time?” Lan Zhan says, watching Wei Ying shape the dough. “Since you — left?”

“Basically.” Stitch the dough into itself. Then fold and tuck. Push the dough underneath itself with the palm of your hands to create surface tension, giving the newly formed loaf that tight, professional finish. Took Wei Ying ages to get the method down pat enough to be consistent. “Wanted to get out of the Jiangs’ hair, so I left soon after dropping out of uni.”

Dust the loaf with rice flour. Place it into a banneton, seam side up. Into the rack, then repeat. “A friend of mine had just inherited their family bakery. I volunteered to help out, and it eventually ended up becoming a full-time thing.”

Lan Zhan stands there without a word — not that Wei Ying minds. He hadn’t let himself dream they’d see each other again, hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up that he'd be lucky enough to see a familiar face again after all this time. Damn, he thinks, sneaking glance after glance between the loaves he’s shaping, he’s more handsome now than ever. Who knew the gorgeous teenager he’d harassed throughout two years of university would turn out to become a gorgeous adult who somehow stumbles into Wei Ying’s bakery? Even the unflattering cast of the yellow, flickering overhead light Wen Qing had been meaning to replace can’t wash out how black Lan Zhan’s hair is, how his skin is as smooth as a baby’s. How golden his eyes are, peering at Wei Ying as if he’s the sunrise after a long, cloudy night.

Bah. Where the hell did that come from? Maybe Wei Ying really is as self-centered as Aunt Yu claimed him to be.

“I wasn’t aware of your...baking aspirations,” Lan Zhan says, causing Wei Ying to choke out a laugh. He’d forgotten how funny Lan Zhan could be.

“Me neither,” Wei Ying admits. He sidesteps the kitchen mixer he’d spent the last year fixing up — he’d bought it in a sorry state, but Hobart engines are built to last a lifetime, and he couldn’t pass up the deal he paid for — to place another filled banneton into the rack. “But I’m not too mad at where I’ve ended up. Speaking of. How did you end up here?”

Lan Zhan's shoulders hunch suspiciously, and Wei Ying's eyebrows arch into fucking parabolas. “I wanted bread,” Lan Zhan replies defensively. “So I went to a bakery.”

Wei Ying scoffs, unimpressed. “A bakery all the way in Yiling?”

Lan Zhan glances away. “I travel a lot for work.”

Fine — he’ll let it go for now. “Well, as long as you don’t tell anyone back home about this, I guess it’s fine.” Wei Ying pauses. “You’re not gonna rat me out, are you?”

The thought should scare him, but a traitorously large part of him thrills at it instead. The Jiangs' are a key food supplier for the Lans' hotel chain, so Lan Zhan has to have some form of communication with them. Does Jiejie think about him from time to time? And Jiang Cheng...well. They’re still brothers, aren't they? Surely he must, at some small capacity, miss him.

But no brotherly love, whatever left there may be, could erase this: the cold silence that hung over the Jiang family table whenever Wei Ying would show up for dinner. Aunt Yu’s constant disapproval and Jiang Cheng’s wavering willingness to put up with it. The car ride. The screech of metal. The hospital said their Range Rover flipped four times. Wei Ying must have passed out after the first. But he was lucky: only a broken arm and whiplash. He had lied about being too hurt to attend the funeral.

It had been a good decision to leave. It had to be.

The back of his neck stings; a constant reminder. He hangs his head low as he stitches the dough.

“I’m not going to...rat you out,” Lan Zhan denies. He’s closer than he’d been since the last time Wei Ying looked up, his slack-clad hip brushing against the corner of Wei Ying’s workbench. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t. Thanks.” Another banneton in the rack. Slower output than usual. He’s going to have to speed up to reach today’s quota. He gestures to the door. “Now, if you’re not gonna help out…”

Lan Zhan doesn’t take the hint. “You left. Without saying goodbye.”

“Must’ve forgotten to leave a note,” Wei Ying says, nonplussed.

“No one knew where you had gone off to.”

“Kinda preferred it that way.”

“But I didn’t —” Lan Zhan stops. Takes a breath. This is the most emotional Wei Ying has ever seen him, if mildly discomfited could constitute as emotional.

When he meets Wei Ying’s eyes again, his face is in its usual state of aloofness. “I was worried about you,” he tells him. “I wish I had known that you were alright.”

A block of guilt presses on Wei Ying’s shoulders. “Oh,” he says. “Sorry.”

Lan Zhan shakes his head. “Don’t apologize.”

“It’s just — with all that happened with the, the accident, and the handling of the estate —”

“You don’t need to explain anything to me you’re not comfortable with.”

“And my relationship with Jiang Cheng was down the fucking gutter —”

“He misses you.”

“I just felt that it everything would’ve been better off if —”

“I understand.”

“— I just left, y’know?”

At this, Lan Zhan frowns. “I fail to see how your sudden disappearance made anything better,” he says.

“Well, you weren’t there.” Wei Ying sighs, and what little fight he had to defend himself from the past drops to the floor. “I don’t want to argue with you.”

Lan Zhan bristles. “I didn’t mean to — that’s not why I’m here.”

Then why are you here? But Wei Ying is done playing this game. “Look, it’s really nice to see you again. But I kind of have a lot on my plate right now, so if you don’t mind.” This time, his gesture to the door is clear. Leave.

Of course Lan Zhan doesn’t leave; he’s always been so damn stubborn. After a beat, he walks over to the empty sink — Wei Ying prefers to wash the dishes as he goes — and washes his hands. Dries them. Rolls up the sleeves of his button up, revealing forearms Wei Ying can’t help but swallow at. Makes his way to Wei Ying’s side, staring down at the lumps of dough like how a runner glares at the bottom of her shoe after stepping on a pile of dogshit.

“Alright,” he says, “how do I do this?”

Wei Ying blinks. “What?” he asks, like an idiot.

Lan Zhan experimentally cups the nearest dough mound with his palms. It sticks to his hands as he lifts them, streaks of the stuff already clinging to his slender fingers.

“Gross,” he says, monotone, pinching two ends to stretch it; an imitation, Wei Ying realizes, of his own technique.

Wei Ying stares. An incredulous smile spreads across his lips. “You’re —” He laughs. “You’re so weird, Lan Zhan.”

Lan Zhan squints at him, confused, hands still making a mess out of the dough. “You asked for my help.”

Perhaps all those years away from home was enough penance for, at the very least, this. “Yeah," he says, soft. "I guess I did.” Wei Ying sways closer to Lan Zhan’s side. He discreetly sniffs the air in a selfish bid to find...ah, there it is, masked between notes of wheat flour and sourdough starter: sandalwood aftershave, brushing past Wei Ying's nose when Lan Zhan turns to him with an expectant glance.

Wei Ying laughs again. “No, not like that. Like this.”

He lays a floured hand over Lan Zhan’s and, together, they get to work.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 4 years ago

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I Could Be Your Sometimes Part Nine

Previous Part | Next Part | Masterlist Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only Notes: I hope y'all are having a good week :) Thanks for all the comments and kudos!! Warnings: Eventual infidelity and sexual content. If you dislike this, please don’t read. Thank you. Chapter-specific warnings: Unhealthy coping mechanisms Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Summary: I couldn’t avoid what Andy and I had done forever.

It didn’t take long for the guilt to sink in. Approximately half an hour, in fact. Andy left with with a long kiss and a promise to see me soon (after I’d insisted that I needed to finish my work). I’d finally gotten my lunch and had settled into eat and check my email when my phone pinged with a notification. I picked it up, opening Instagram to a tagged photo of myself, Laurie, and Toby laughing at the party night before. I let my eyes drop to the caption. T_Lanzman: Besties 💝 I felt very queasy all of the sudden. I could decide if it was the sight of Laurie and I leaning into each other or the fact that I hadn’t eaten since last night. Either way I dropped my phone into my bag, shoved my food aside and tried to refocus on my work. What the hell kind of woman over the age of 35 used the term ‘Besties’, anyway?

(4:12 PM) AB: Still at work? (7:23 PM) AB: You alright? (8:53 PM) AB: Talk to me, angel (10:31 PM) AB: I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong -- I woke up on Sunday to 5 missed calls: 1 from Laurie, 1 from Nora, 3 from Andy. The ones from Andy were both placed after midnight, while I’d been out with friends and made out with Tinder hook-up whose name I didn’t remember in a dingy bar in Boston. I’d gone out in the hopes of erasing what had happened that morning from my mind, but I had left drunk and feeling about a hundred times grimier than I had before. I couldn’t avoid what Andy and I had done forever. I couldn’t avoid the fact that I had messed around with him at my office (some paranoid part of me was sure that Nora had somehow found out and that was why she’d called). I had liked it when Andy had told me how he’d take me apart; we’d left with a promise to fuck up again. We knew exactly what we were doing. My phone vibrated in my hands and I groaned at the sight of Andy’s name. I weighed my options, glancing at the clock. Laurie was probably out for her run, Andy wouldn’t be ducking out of rooms or saying, “Just work, honey,” In a way that would make my stomach turn. I took a deep breath before I hit the ‘accept button’ and lifted my phone to my ear. “...What’s going on?” Andy filled in when he was greeted by my silence. I chewed my lip, staring up at my ceiling. “I don’t know,” I admitted, wincing at how hoarse my voice sounded. I had spent the night before yelling over music to get the bartender’s attention, or to talk to my friends. “Can I see you?” Andy asked after a moment. I pursed my lips. After what had happened yesterday in the name of air-clearing, that didn’t seem like a great idea. “What for?” I asked, pushing myself into a sitting position, and groaning at the head-rush that followed. “To bring you some Gatorade, for one,” Andy teased. I smiled in spite of myself, resting my throbbing head on my hand. “...You are permitted on one condition.” “What’s that?” “You also bring the greasiest bacon egg and cheese in God’s creation.” -- “Big night?” Andy asked as I opened the door. I didn’t answer, instead taking the bag out of his hand and turning and walking back into my apartment. “You’re welcome,” Andy called after me, shutting the door behind himself. I grunted, waving my hand lightly in turn. I had showered, brushed my teeth for what had felt like an age and slapped a little bit of makeup on (just some foundation, concealer, and mascara - in the interest of making myself look less dead). I plopped down on my couch, setting the bag down and unpacking it. There were two breakfast sandwiches inside, one bottle of orange juice, and a gatorade. I set the orange juice to the right of me, far enough that Andy would be at the other end of the couch. I could at least pretend I was putting some space between us, right? “That one’s mine,” Andy said as he came into the living room, plopping down onto the couch beside me - directly beside, knee knocking mine as he settled in. He reached out, plucking up the aforementioned breakfast sandwich and unwrapping it. I nodded a little bit, unwrapping mine and groaning at the smell. I took a large bite of it, loosing another groan at the taste before I took up the gatorade, opening it and taking a deep swig. “Slow down,” Andy laughed, watching me sink back into my couch cushions. “My apartment, I’ll eat as fast as I want,” I groused. Andy and I went on eating in silence for a while. “Where does she think you are?” I asked finally. “... Errands,” Andy answered, one-word, simple. I nodded a little bit. “That what’s bothering you?” He asked after a few more minutes. “Is it somehow not bothering you?” I picked at a piece of bacon that had fallen out of the sandwich and into the wrapping, “I mean... Shit, Barber. We fucked up and you’re acting like it doesn’t even touch the sides.” Andy didn’t answer me, and when I turned my head to look at him, he was staring down at his food. I shook my head, turning away and taking another pull from the gatorade. "She and I aren’t...” He started before he stopped, thinking. Then he went on, “Laurie and I aren’t exactly... On the same page anymore.” “About what?” I asked. “Anything.” “Have you tried talking to her about that?” I asked gently. I saw Andy take a deep breath and I picked at the bacon again. “It’s not that easy,” His tone brooked no argument. I popped the piece of bacon into my mouth. “Why’d you call me?” I asked after a few moments. “I saw your instagram story. You looked like you were having a pretty wild night of ignoring my texts.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re way too interested in my nocturnal activities, Barber.” Andy smiled at me, and I felt a little of my unease lift. “Well, the first time I was interested, it was because Neal made me interested.” “And last night?” I asked. “Last night,” Andy leaned in, pressing a kiss to the mark he’d left on my neck yesterday, “I wanted to see you again.” I closed my eyes for a few seconds. “This is a bad idea,” I mumbled. “You knew that when you invited me over,” Andy accused against my skin. And he was right, I did. I knew what the hell I was doing, inviting the married man I’d fucked around with over to my apartment. It was easy to explain it away as free breakfast, but I knew it was more than that, and so did he. “Stop it,” Andy murmured against the underside of my jaw. “What?” I murmured dumbly. “Thinking,” he urged before nipping at the spot. He leaned up, pecking my cheek. “Finish your breakfast,” He added. I turned my head, leaning up and catching his lips with mine before he could get too far. Andy cupped the back of my neck, sliding his thumb soothingly over the nape. I nudged my nose against his as the kiss broke, sighing. “You taste like bacon,” He teased. I snorted, even as I flushed. “Whose fault is that?” I asked. “Yours. That sandwich was a condition for my coming over here,” Andy reminded me. I grunted, turning back to my food and muttering, “Sustained, counselor.” Tag list: @fanficadddddict69 ; @nina-sj; @rosalynshields ; @what-is-your-wish

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