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stuck. [tsukishima kei x f!reader]
>>Tsukishima is the kind of best friend that makes you want to leave him, but you just can't bring yourself to.
or
You end up confessing in the middle of a fight and he fucks you to show you how much he really cares.<<
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tags: smut, fluff, angst, best friends to lovers, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, alcohol/drinking, college au, tsukishima kei is a dick, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont do that), creampie, dom/sub undertones
a/n: ahahahaha this was my first hq work posted on ao3, and it is everything Mean Best Friend Tsukishima Kei that i needed. i hope you enjoy!
[feel free to buy me a cup of coffee!]
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âOkay, Iâm done! How do I look?â
âYou look like shit.â
You sigh, trying not to let him get to you.Â
Tsukkiâs always been this way - dismissive, nonchalant, indifferent. Through middle school, heâd been sarcastic. Heâd been snarky and brutally honest. And in high school, heâd only gotten worse.Â
Anyone else in your position might have left him already. People youâd known in school had told you to find someone else, a better friend. Best friends donât treat each other the way Tsukishima treats you , theyâd said. His teammates had been in the habit of scolding him whenever heâd go too far, whenever heâd push your buttons a little too hard. The only one who could see your side had been Yamaguchi, and even heâd had his reservations at times.
But other people donât know Tsukishima Kei. They know the Tsukki that would refuse to share his notes with you after youâd been out sick. The Tsukki that would steal parts of your lunch and hold it high above your head, far out of your reach, and call you mean names with a cruel smirk. The Tsukki that would often leave you behind after school and head home without you, leaving you to text him and wonder where heâd gone.
They donât know that the same person would show up at your house with his notes, walking you through calculus and poetry lessons himself because he knows you learn better with a teacher. And, even though you never called him out for it, he would show up the day youâd been out sick, too, just to check on you. Just to watch movies in bed with you, waving off your concerns about him getting sick. He hated being sick, but he would ignore your complaints and force you to relax - because youâd only ever get sick when you overworked yourself, which meant he hadnât been watching over you closely enough.Â
They donât know that Tsukki would secretly swap your lunch out for his own - better, homemade food that wasnât the cafeteria slop you were often forced to buy because your parents werenât home a lot. He would watch you push the food around on your tray while youâd laugh at something Hinata had said, identifying at least 3 things you were allergic to on that plate. So he would reach for it, leaving his own (allergen-free, thanks to Akiteru) lunch open for retaliation while heâd use his height as a way to take out his frustrations on you - his irritation that you never seemed to put yourself first, choosing starvation over just simply asking your parents for money before they go out of town.
And the times heâd leave you behind - well, half the time, it had been an accident. It was impossible to remember your packed schedule, all your clubs and student council meetings lumping into a vague â Y/nâs busy â block of time in his mind. The other half of the time, it was because he needed to be alone. Itâs not that heâs an asshole and loves to make you suffer - in fact, he would often call you later the same night, apologizing in his own, special Tsukishima Kei way and explaining himself. He gets overwhelmed easily, overstimulated by too many people, too many responsibilities, too many social expectations. So he would disappear as soon as he was allowed, needing to be alone with himself and no one else.
So, the people in your life had known a different version of Tsukishima than you do. Where theyâd seen a bully, cold and unrelenting even for his best friend, youâd known nothing more than an introvert, expressing his care in a way that was unrecognizable to anyone but you.
Care that had carried over into college, the last three years filled with a Tsukishima Kei that even you hadnât expected. A version of him that walks you from the library to your dorm at night, despite his increasingly hectic volleyball schedule. A Tsukishima who calls you in the morning on his walk to class to make sure you havenât overslept, because - even if the calls consist of nothing but your crabby morning disposition, berating him for pulling you from your slumber - he knows youâll thank him later, as you often do.
A Tsukishima who lets you drag him to parties, even though he hates them to his very core. He lets you tug him along to your dorm, lets you force him to sit through the hour-long ordeal of choosing your outfit. Lets you spin in front of him when youâre done, clearly pleased with yourself, and ask him how you look.
Lets you throw a pillow at his face when he tells you that you look like shit, even if he wholeheartedly believes otherwise.
âTsukki, canât you say one nice thing to me? For once?â
He scoffs when you put your hands on your hips, turning his gaze back to his phone as he lounges on your bed like itâs his own. It might as well be, with the amount of time he spends in this room.
âThat would require you to have something worth being nice about, wouldnât it?â He smiles mockingly when he catches the irritated twitch of your eyebrow.
âYouâre a dick.â
âNothing new about that.â Tsukishima watches as you turn back to your closet with a huff, taking the time to look you over appreciatively. No , he thinks, his eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts and the way your dress hugs your hips, the material tight but soft. His hand itches with the urge to touch it, to find out for himself. Itâs not that you have nothing. Itâs that you have too much.
He sighs, sitting up, and runs his fingers through his hair.
You have too much, and itâs fucking annoying.Â
His eyes flick to you again, his own irritation growing. Youâd always been too good. Too perfect, too overwhelming. Heâd hated falling in love. It had sucked. High school had sucked . Having you cling to him every day and finding himself clinging right back. Not understanding these complicated feelings he has - ones that want nothing more than to hold you in his arms, against others that would tell him to push you away with his sharp tongue, to protect himself from this terrifying feeling.Â
And now that heâs accepted it - it had only taken him the entirety of high school and at least a year of college - he almost hates it more. Being so close to you and somehow still feeling like he canât breathe because itâs not nearly close enough.
So he stands, shoving his phone in the pocket of his jeans, and stares you down when you finally turn back to him.
âCan we go? The sooner we get to this stupid thing, the sooner I can go home.â He thinks he sees a flicker of hurt flash across your eyes, but that canât be it. Heâs said worse things before. You always bounce back, a retort on the tip of your tongue for everything he could throw at you. You always match him, blow for blow.
So why, then, can he see your jaw clenching as you turn away from him? Why does he feel like youâre pulling your jacket off the rack with more force than usual? Why are you leaving without responding?
What the fuck ?
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Fuck Tsukishima Kei .Â
Itâs the only thought in your mind as you down the shot, wincing as the alcohol slides down your throat. Youâd lost count of the drinks youâve had about an hour ago, when the thought had been something more like â Fuck Tsukishima Kei. Stupid fucking idiot. Never thinks before he speaks â.
Clearly, youâd mellowed out a little, but the anger is still there, simmering in your chest and threatening to rise every time he gets close to you.
The walk to the frat had been silent, but he hadnât mentioned anything about your mood, only scrolling through his phone and occasionally glancing over at you. Youâd felt the irritation crawling under your skin with every pass of his eyes over you, but you hadnât returned any of his gazes, only looking forward to getting to the party and being with other people.
But he hadnât let you wander off so easily, his tall form following close behind as youâd tried to find some of your friends from class. You can tell heâs been trying to silently check on you, like he always does when he knows heâs bothered you.Â
Heâd brought you drinks, only smiling emptily when youâd glared up at him. It shouldnât have made your heart skip that heâd done nothing more than offered you a drink, tapping his own red solo cup against yours and matching you shot for shot. It shouldnât affect you when he does the bare minimum.Â
Heâd danced close to you, one hand on your waist and his warm chest pressed firmly against your back. Youâd hated it - feeling so safe in the arms of someone who had derived pleasure from picking on you your whole lives. And even if thatâs not true - even if you only take into account all the ways that heâd taken care of you, celebrating all your accomplishments with you and holding you while youâd cried about your failures - you still shouldnât be feeling that familiar tug of nerves in your stomach when he presses his hips against your ass, slipping his fingers through yours and pulling you close.
And when that hadnât worked - when youâd held your ground and managed to cling to your anger from earlier - heâd even tried to talk to you about it. That isnât normal for him by any means, but you could see the confusion in his eyes when heâd leaned down to be heard over the music, mumbling his question against the shell of your ear.
âAre we okay ?â
It had taken everything in you to resist him, to resist the pull that is Tsukishima Kei. The same pull that had kept you next to him all these years, through all the teasing and the poking. The pull that kept reminding you that heâs just bad at expressing his feelings. Heâs just bad at being nice. Heâs just bad at holding his tongue.
But that doesnât mean you have to sit and take it every time.
So youâd only smacked his hand away and glared when heâd cupped the side of your face, trying to get you to look at him. Stomping over to the bar, you had asked the frat boy for a shot of something random.Â
After downing it, you try not to look back but fail miserably - you might be pissed, but youâve never been immune to him. You probably never would be.
Glancing back, you can see his blond head in the sea of people. Heâs trying to make his way to the bar, but his head is whipping to the side at the sound of something. A tall guy - you recognize itâs someone from his team - appears at his side, clapping his shoulder, and you can only assume heâd heard his name being called.
They start talking, Tsukki seeming distracted but drunk enough to at least pretend heâs interested in the conversation. You look away just as heâs turning his head back to you - you wonât be caught looking his way again tonight.
Luckily, thereâs someone stepping up beside you, catching your attention with their bright smile.
âY/n?!âÂ
You blink, startled by the recognition. But when you finally see who it is, you canât help but beam.
âOh my God, Bokuto?!â You leap toward him, wrapping your arms around the manâs neck and dragging him into a hug. You feel him laugh against you, his arms sliding around your waist and pulling you in tight. When you step away, he keeps you close, hand on your hips.
âWhat are you doing here?! You donât go here, do you?âÂ
The man shakes his head, grinning down at you and pointing over his shoulder.
âNah, Iâm just visiting a few friends over the weekend.â
You glance past him, seeing a group of boys that seem like they could be familiar to you, but you can never tell - Bokuto Koutarou is friends with everyone.
When you look back, you catch his eyes wandering down the length of your body, his gaze snapping up to yours when you clear your throat. He has the decency to look ashamed.
âSorry, Y/n - Youâve just, uh⊠grown up a lot since high school.â
You flush deeply, something that makes him grin when he catches it.Â
At least someone thinks I look good tonight .
Youâre smiling flirtily up at him, feeling confident enough to drag this conversation out. He seems to notice, an interested glimmer in his eye. But then heâs glancing over your shoulder, and his eyebrows are raising in surprise.
A hand wraps around your bicep, much tighter than necessary in your opinion. You barely have time to spot the blond hair in your peripheral vision before youâre being dragged away. You can only wave at Bokuto, who looks a little disappointed but mostly just amused.
Tsukishima only lets you go when youâre outside, his hand dropping from your skin like youâve burned him. You whip around to face him, more than ready to yell at him on the front lawn of this frat house. But heâs already walking away, in the direction of your dorm.
âDude, what the hell? You didnât even say hi to him - heâs one of your closest friends!â You stalk after him, determined to figure out what could possibly be going through his mind. But he wonât answer you, just shaking his head and mumbling something that sounds vaguely like âexactly â as he makes his way down the street.
You scoff, turning back to the frat. Heâs out of his mind if he thinks youâre just going to follow him home quietly.
You start to head back to the party, but you barely make it five steps before his fingers are closing around your wrist and tugging you back to him. When you look up, enraged at his entitlement, you see that heâs incensed, staring down at you with wild eyes. He looks pissed, which he has no reason to be. But thereâs something else there, something thatâs contributing to this almost panicked anger sitting just below the surface.
âTsukishima, what do you want?âÂ
He bristles at the use of his full name, golden eyes narrowing as he stares down at you.
âYouâre going home.â He punctures every word with barely concealed irritation, finally turning and dragging you back down the street. You donât say anything this time, feeling that previously mellowed out anger returning full force as you stare at the back of his head.
The walk back is just as silent as the walk to the party had been, but this time you feel ready to explode. Youâd been annoyed before, bothered and hurt by his words and the way he treats you.
Now youâre just ready to pick a fight. Which means youâll probably say something youâll regret if you donât get away from him soon and take some time to calm the hell down.
When you get to your door, youâve already got your keys out. Heâd let go of you in the elevator, finally realizing that heâd been gripping you way too hard. You might just be able to get inside without him following.
But the second you unlock the door and slip inside, not a word said to the blond as you try to shut the door behind you, his hand is slamming down on the wood. He stops your attempt, staring down at you with annoyance.
âYouâre joking, right?â And then heâs pushing into your room with an angry sigh, letting the door swing shut behind him. You only step back, crossing your arms over your chest as you look him over.
âWhat do you want?â
âWhat do I wa- What is your problem tonight ?â He squints down at you, eyebrows furrowed. When you only raise yours, his jaw is clenching. âWhy the fuck are you so mad at me?â
âBecause-â You stop yourself, taking a deep breath in order to maintain some semblance of control. âBecause youâre an asshole, Tsukishima-â
âStop fucking calling me that, Y/n-â
â-and maybe Iâm just not in the mood for your shit tonight!â You yell over him, clenching your fists against your body. You need him to go. You cannot let him see you cry.
âIâm always an asshole! How is tonight any different-â Heâs taken a step further into the small bedroom, and you take a step back, feeling overwhelmed. Youâre immensely glad you donât have a roommate, so they donât have to deal with the mess that is your friendship with Tsukki.
âTonight isnât any different, you dick. Itâs the same as it always is. Iâm just tired of it tonight.â You feel yourself growing angrier when he just laughs, throwing you a mocking smile as he paces the room. Heâs definitely drunk.
âOh, excuse me, I didnât realize I needed to account for Little Miss Y/nâs fucking mood swings whenever I open my mouth-â
âWhat the fuck did you just sa-â
âI just didnât take you for someone whoâs sensitive-â
âWell, maybe I am, you fucking asshole! â
Youâre definitely drunk, too.
Tsukishima stops short, taking you in. He canât hide the shock on his face when he sees you - the way your hands are shaking at your sides, the quiver of your lip as you try your best to stand up to him. Youâre trying so hard not to cry, he can tell.
Wow, I really am an asshole.
âY/n⊠I-â
âDid you really think I would still want to go to that party once youâd made it clear how much you didnât want to go? That you think itâs stupid to hang out with your best friend on a Friday night doing something she wants to do - because your idea of a good time is so different from mine that you would try make me feel like a fucking idiot for it?âÂ
Tsukishimaâs starting to panic - had he made you feel that way? Heâd just been talking. He hadnât even been thinking about how it would make you feel - heâd thought nothing could hurt you, that your friendship is guaranteed and that having you next to him is a given.Â
Now he feels like heâs losing you.Â
âMaybe, once in a fucking while , it wouldnât hurt you too much to tell a girl sheâs pretty when sheâs just spent an hour trying to look good for you.â
The frustration on Tsukishimaâs face drops, and heâs left staring emptily at you.Â
Thatâs what this is about?Â
He stares for a while, his eyes just flicking back and forth between yours as he thinks of how to take that. It makes you nervous. Youâd said too much.Â
âFuck this.â
You blink, staring up at him in disbelief. What is that supposed to mean?
âWhat do you- mmh -âÂ
Tsukishima had crossed the room in just two steps, taking your face in his hands while youâd been preparing to yell at him again. And then heâd smashed his lips to yours.
Your heart jumps into your throat, and you let out a noise of shock, muffled against his mouth. Your eyes remain wide open, flitting in a panic over his features as you feel his lips move against yours. His brow is furrowing behind his glasses, and youâre realizing that you still havenât kissed him back. You push against his lips experimentally, watching that wrinkle between his eyes all but disappear when he feels it, and you think it looks a lot like relief.
Heâs nervous.
Your body moves of its own accord, hands sliding up his chest to grip at his shirt, and your eyes slide closed when you feel one of his hands fall to your waist. He nudges you backward, and you feel the hard surface of your closet door against your back.
Tsukishima slides his tongue against your bottom lip, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth when he feels you inhale sharply in response. He takes advantage of your surprise, pushing past your lips and brushing his tongue against yours. When you slide your hands up and around his neck, tugging at the hair there, he groans and leans down.Â
Planting a hand on the door behind you, he angles his head, slotting his lips against yours. He presses his hips into you, and you can feel how hard heâs getting. You sigh into his mouth at the feeling, smiling when his body reacts to the sound, his cock hardening against your thigh.Â
Tsukishima Kei might be impossible to read sometimes, but he never could hide from you.
He drops his mouth to your neck, latching onto a spot under your ear and using his other arm to pull you flush against him. The sounds youâre making are clear now, soft gasps and whimpers echoing in your tiny dorm room.
âSo stupidâŠÂ âÂ
You barely hear him, too busy wondering why it had taken so long to feel his lips on your skin.
âThe only person in the world that can see right through me, and you were stupid enough to believe what I said. â He mumbles it into your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth and sighing when you moan against him.
âYouâre so meanâŠâ Your breath catches in your throat when you feel his hand drop to your leg, pulling the fabric of your dress up slightly. He grips at the back of your bare thigh, brushing against your panties and kneading into the plush skin just below your ass.
âWhat were you gonna do, Y/n, go home with Bokuto?â Tsukishima all but growls the question against your neck, dragging your thigh up and wrapping your leg around his hip. He feels your dress slide up, feels your warmth against his jeans. Heâs desperate to get out of them.
âY-You called me ugly-â
âI never said that.â Yes he had. He knows he had. He just hadnât realized you would take it to heart. Now he hates himself for even saying it. For pretending you arenât the most beautiful girl heâs ever seen.
âBo said I looked good⊠Figured I might as well go for someone whoâs actually attracted to meâŠâ You whimper when Tsukishima presses his erection against you, your thin panties useless against the rough fabric of his jeans.
âDoes it feel like Iâm not attracted to you?â
You breathe out a laugh, clinging to his biceps as he sucks another bruise into your skin.
âHow was I supposed to know, you dumbass? You only ever say mean things, and I thought I could get over you by-â
âBy what?â Heâs getting irritated again at the thought of what could have happened tonight if he hadnât brought you home. If heâd left you alone, like his brain was telling him to. If heâd given you space and just texted you in the morning.Â
âYou thought you could just fuck some other guy and get over me?â He lifts his head, grinning cruelly when you look up at him, your lip trembling. âBecause I didnât call you pretty tonight? Because you were tired of me being mean all the time?â
You nod, a gasp leaving you when he wraps an arm around your waist and hoists you up so youâre eye-level, slamming you back against the closet door and pinning you there with his hips. Your dress is bunched up around your stomach now, leaving Tsukishima with a perfect view of the wet spot on your panties when he glances down. His grin widens, an evil glint shining behind his glasses.
âBut it seems like you like it when I say mean things, Y/n.â
You whine in protest, growing louder when you feel him rut involuntarily against you at the sound.
âThis is different, Tsukki-â
âIs it?â Heâs distracted when he asks, too busy steadying you in his arms so he can lift you up and away from the closet. Making his way to your bed, he drops you unceremoniously on the mattress, smiling when you yelp. He removes his glasses and leaves them on your bedside table, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed and wrapping his arms around your thighs so he can drag you toward him.
You sit up, taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips urgently to his - even on his knees, heâs tall enough to be eye-level with you. You feel his fingers, long and calloused, drift up your thighs and hook into your panties while he nips almost affectionately at your bottom lip.
âTsukkiâŠÂ â You whisper against his mouth, but heâs quick to shake his head, mumbling back to you.
âNot that. â
Youâre a little surprised - you never really call him by his first name. Heâd found it uncomfortable the one time youâd tried it as a joke. But if heâs asking, then-
âKei .â His pulse quickens under your fingertips when you murmur against his lips, his kiss becoming more full, and you realize just how much he likes it.
You pull away and press kisses to his face, peppering them across his nose and cheeks. Itâs a moment thatâs far softer than either of you had had before, one that has Tsukishimaâs heart beating a little too hard in his chest.Â
God, he hates being in love.
He pulls away from you, planting one hand on your chest and shoving you away from him. You fall back onto your elbows with a noise of surprise, bouncing lightly on the mattress. Tsukishima only reaches for your panties again, tugging them down and smiling to himself when you lift your hips to help him.Â
He throws them somewhere over his shoulder, refusing to break his attention. Planting his hands on each of your knees, he pries your knees open slowly, glancing up at your face for any signs of discomfort. When he finds none, his gaze flicks back down to whatâs in front of him.
And then his breath is cutting short at the sight of you lying bare in front of him. Youâre glistening, even in this dark room, and his cock is suddenly unbearably hard.Â
Heâd been thinking about this moment for far longer than heâd ever care to admit.Â
âWell, isnât this just the prettiest little pussy Iâve ever seen?âÂ
You throw your head back at his words, moaning loudly.Â
âOh, shut up.â You know Tsukkiâs slept with his fair share of girls since youâd started college - being a popular volleyball player has its benefits. Youâd done the same, hoping to squash down that jealousy in your own, twisted way. To hear him praising you like this - like youâd always wanted - has you clenching and squirming from the desire coursing through your veins.
âFirst you get mad because Iâm too mean, and now youâre mad because Iâm being nice?â He tilts his head, his voice mocking. âYou really need to make up your mind.âÂ
And then, before you can let out some kind of snarky quip, heâs dipping his head and dragging his tongue over your slit in one long stripe.Â
You gasp loudly and moan out his name, falling back onto the mattress as your hands fly to his head. You bury your fingers in his hair, tightening your grip when he does it again, licking through your folds before latching onto your clit, pulling the nub gently into his mouth.
He moans loudly against you when you mewl and pull his hair. The vibration on your clit makes you squirm, and youâre involuntarily rutting your hips against his face. He only laughs against you, his breath tickling your skin, and wraps an arm over your hips to hold you steady on the bed.
He pulls his mouth off of you, and you lift your head to look at him in annoyance. He smirks, holding eye contact while he brings his other hand to your folds. When he runs his fingers through them, stopping briefly to circle your clit, you whimper. And when he drops his middle finger to your entrance, nudging gently at it in question, you bite your lip and nod furiously, just wanting him to touch you already-
âOh my-Â Kei-â Your head falls back when he slides his finger in and drops his mouth to your clit to suck on it. He sets his pace with his finger, thrusting into you and curling gently up toward himself, repeating the process until he can tell by your squirming hips that youâre starting to feel something.
And then heâs pushing another finger past your entrance, his cock twitching when you moan at the stretch. Heâs been painfully hard for a while now, and all he wants is to be inside you of already. He doesnât realize youâre feeling just as impatient, only noticing when your hands drop to his shoulders, tugging on his shirt.
âKei âŠâ You pout down at him, your eyelids fluttering when he thrusts his fingers into you again. His fingertips are brushing against a spot youâve never been able to reach yourself, his fingers much longer than yours. You think you might become addicted to his hands soon. But you only pull again on his shirt with a whine, hoping heâll get the message.Â
Luckily, he does, because heâs pulling away to rip his shirt impatiently off his back, wiping his mouth with it before throwing it to the floor. He unzips his jeans as he makes his way up to the bed, pausing to scoop you up into his arms and tossing you closer to your pillows so he can climb on top of you.
When he pushes his mouth to yours, youâre moaning. He tastes like you, something heâs apparently proud of, because heâs just smiling against you and shoving his tongue past your lips. He drops his mouth to your neck again as he fumbles with his jeans.
âYou taste so good, you know that?â He latches onto your skin, sucking harshly. âSo much better than Iâd imagined.â He pushes his pants just past his thighs, growing impatient. You gasp quietly when his cock brushes against you, the sound changing to a moan when Tsukishima runs it through your folds, sliding against you.
He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes searching yours in a moment of astounding clarity given the insanity of this whole night.
âYou sure?â
Your heart jumps when he asks. Heâs got the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance, clearly holding himself back. But the way heâs looking at you makes you realize he wants this to be done right - after all, this had started with the two of you fighting. He doesnât want you to regret this later and be even more upset with him.
He doesnât want to lose you.
The idea that thatâs what been hiding behind Tsukkiâs eyes tonight - that vague panic that you couldnât put your finger on - makes your heart sing and your stomach swoop with butterflies. You can only nod, cupping his face and bringing him down to your lips. His kiss is gentle and full of something that makes your nerves worse, something that makes you feel more than sure.
âI want this more than anything.â
Tsukishimaâs heart skips, and heâs swearing softly against your lips. He hovers over you, keeping his mouth on yours as he presses his thumb against the head of his cock, guiding it past your entrance.
You gasp together as he pushes slowly into you, a moan pulled from your throat when he bottoms out and breathes out your name. The fog in your head - a mixture of alcohol, arousal, and nerves at the realization that youâre having sex with your best friend - worsens considerably when he drops his head to your neck, making an admission against your ear.
Iâve wanted this for so long âŠâ
You whimper, curling your fingers into his hair and holding him close as he pulls out slowly just to slide into you again. You moan at the slow stretch, feeling his shaky breath against your ear.
âI didnât mean to hurt youâŠâ Tsukishima doesnât know why heâs choosing now to have this conversation, when you very well can just talk about it after. But thereâs a strand of fear twisting around the butterflies in the pit of his stomach, and his mouth is moving without his permission. He needs you to understand what this means to him.
âI didnât know it would hurt you⊠I didnât mean itâŠâ His hips are still slow, moving languidly against yours. Heâd expected this to be rough - sex is only ever rough for him - but he needs to concentrate on what heâs saying. And you feel so good like this, so warm and tight around him.
Youâre having the same problem, your head completely empty as you feel him push into you inch by inch instead of all at once. You can barely hear him, your ears ringing and your skin overheating while you try to process that this is actually happening - that you finally have Tsukishima Kei the way that youâd always dreamed about.
âIâm sorry⊠Iâm sorry, Y/n.â
Your heart stutters when you realize what heâs been saying. Even with everything else going on right now - even as his hips are picking up the pace, even with his breath shuddering against your skin as he moans quietly in your ear - heâs distracted, trying to apologize. Trying to make things right between you.
âItâs okayâŠâ You whisper forgiveness into his hair, but you feel him shake his head, his grip on your hips tightening.
âItâs not. I shouldnât hurt you. Not youâŠâ He gasps quietly into your neck, his hips stuttering momentarily before he returns to his previous speed. âS-Sorry⊠You feel really good⊠Trying to focus.â
You flush, clenching around him and pulling him closer when he groans. You think about what heâs saying. â Not you â?
Youâre about to ask what he means, but heâs mumbling another admission against your skin, this one much more intense than the last.
âI love you, Y/n⊠So fucking in love, it hurtsâŠâ
You inhale sharply, your heart stopping in your chest. But then thereâs a moan ripping from your throat, because heâs hitting a spot in you that you didnât even know existed, the tip of his cock bumping up against something that makes the coil in the pit of your stomach twist harshly.
âI- fuck - Tsukki, I love you, tooâŠâ
Tsukishima lifts his head then, staring down at you with surprise written all over his face. You can only breathe out a laugh, moaning quietly while you giggle.
âWhat, youâre shocked? I just told you I almost went home with Bokuto just so I could stop thinking about you.â
His eyes darken at your words, and his hips are snapping harshly against yours. You moan in surprise, feeling your stomach flip at the way heâs looking down at you. He seems to remember now just how this night could have gone.
He sits up, knocking your hands away when you reach out for him with a whine, and pulls out of you completely. Slipping off the edge of the bed, he wraps his hands around your thighs and tugs you toward him roughly. He only smiles mockingly down at you when you slide across the mattress with a quiet yelp, pulling your hips flush against his.
When he slips into you again, the soft, caring Tsukishima is gone, replaced with the Tsukki youâve always known. The one who has no problem running his mouth just to get to you.
âThatâs it then, huh? If I hadnât dragged you home, youâd be wrapped around another man right now?â He slams into you, watching with delight as you cry out and arch your back. He keeps this pace, his grip on your hips bordering on painful as he drives his cock into you.
âTsukki-â
âWhat did I tell you? â His tone cuts through you, yanking hard on that coil in your navel and setting off a fresh flurry of butterflies.
âI- Kei -â
âYou think you can forget about me that easily? You think I would let you?âÂ
Youâre writhing under him, hands gripping your sheets tight as you gasp with each hard thrust of his hips on yours. The sight makes Tsukishimaâs hips stutter, and he feels his orgasm coming on. He drops his thumb to your clit to push you closer to the edge, throwing his head back with a moan when you clench around him.
âKei, please-Â feels so goo-Â ah-Â â
âS-Shit, Y/n, Iâm not gonna last⊠Where should I-â Tsukishima almost loses it when you claw at his hands on your hips, latching onto his wrists as you moan.
âInsi-Inside⊠Inside, Kei, pleaseâŠâ You look up at him, taking in the flush of his cheeks, the way his eyelids flutter when you clench around him. The way he bites down hard on his bottom lip and moans after a few seconds, breaking his hold on you so he can slam his hands down on the mattress on either side of you, his hair falling into his face as he pants down at you.
âFuck -â He reaches down, brushing his thumb over your clit again. When you tighten around him this time, heâs letting out a choked gasp and your name, and youâre suddenly filled with warmth as his hips stutter, as he spills into you. He drops his head to your shoulder, his breath shaky as he thrusts into you, riding out his orgasm.
And when heâs done - when his cum is dripping out of you while you squirm, feeling full but unsatisfied - he sits up, pulling you against him again. He wraps his fingers around your wrists, smiling breathlessly when you cling to his forearms, and uses you as leverage when he draws his hips back and snaps them harshly into yours.
You cry out, feeling yourself throb the more he all but drags you down onto his cock and tries to draw your orgasm out of you. He releases your wrists, his thumb circling that little bundle of nerves while his other hand grips the back of your thigh, spreading your legs even further.Â
When he changes the angle of his stroke, youâre gasping, unable to handle all of the sensations heâs causing in your body. Thereâs too much going on, too many feelings happening, each of which is bringing you closer to the edge. You slap your hands down over your face, trying both to muffle your moans and also hide your face, feeling embarrassed that your body is reacting so strongly to everything Tsukishima does.
He only coos down at you, his tone almost insulting.
âOh, is my baby going to come?â
You whine loudly at his words, so rude but so endearing - your stomach swoops as the coil tightens, but you nod anyway. His low chuckle reaches your ears.
âLet me see you, then.â When you donât respond, only moaning into your hands with each thrust, he clicks his teeth at you in annoyance. âCome on, Y/n. I wanna see how pretty my best friend looks when she comes on my cock.â
Tsukishima beams when that does it, your back arching as you cry out his name. You screw your eyes shut and fumble desperately for his hands. He slips his fingers through yours, holding tight when you come, your walls fluttering around him. He fucks you through it, inhaling sharply when you become impossibly tight, and then drops down over you when you're done, pressing his lips to yours.
You let out a sob against his mouth, your limbs heavy as you try to catch your breath.Â
âTsukki âŠâ You wiggle uncomfortably, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him. He laughs against your neck, pressing kisses to your skin. And then he leans up again, pressing his lips to your tiredly.
âLet me get you cleaned up.â He snickers when you whine but joins in on your soft gasp when he slides out of you, both of you sensitive. Stripping you out of the dress thatâs been bunched up on your stomach this whole time, he leaves you on the bed, kicking his jeans off as he makes his way into your connected bathroom. When he returns, itâs with a wet rag and a gentle hand on your thighs.
Tsukishima scoops you into his arms when heâs done, setting you carefully against the pillows and climbing into bed with you. Your head is still empty, and you reach your arms out uselessly for him, mumbling his name. He only smiles, pulling you against his chest and kissing the side of your head.
âYou okay?â When you nod sleepily against his chest, he smiles, tugging you closer. âNot too mean?â
You giggle, planting a kiss on his neck.
âI like you a little mean.â
Tsukishima snorts, shaking his head.
âI know you do. But stillâŠâ He meets your eyes, suddenly shy, his cheeks flushing. âIâll be better from now on. Less â toxic boyfriend â and more â insufferable but still cute â.â
You beam at his words, your heart skipping.
âBoyfriend , huh?â
He rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.
âOh, Iâm sorry - I forgot you and Bokuto were basically married.â
âOh, right, I should probably tell him the weddingâs off-â
âYouâre a dick.â
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â© â§âË â© JUST YOURS â LYNEY.
contents. archon quest spoilers, reader finds out lyney is from the house of the hearthâand all the drama + betrayal that comes from that </3 so big rip </3 but it has a hopeful ending tho !!
lyney has knocked on your door three times todayâyou havenât opened up once. you canât.
âplease,â you can hear his muffled voice, âi just want to talk. will you let me explain?â
magicians must always make their audience believe in the impossible, heâs always told you with that sweet, alluring little smile on his face that makes you hang onto every word of his. heâs right, you thinkâmagicians are simply those who have mastered the art of deception, and lyney is no exception. heâs deceiving you even now, with that broken voice as if heâs the one whoâs hurt.
word spreads fast in fontaineâlyney, your sweet, romantic, devoted lyney, is of the house of the hearth. his trial mortifies you at firstâbut deep down, you know in your heart that lyney is no murderer. and then, in an instant, youâre not so sure anymore when somehow, within less than a day, lady furina is able to uncover more about your boyfriend than you have in months.
lyney is of the house of the hearth. heâs of the fatui.
âiâm sorry,â you hear a thud of his forehead resting against the door, âyouâre mad, i knowâbut let me explain theââ
for the first time all day, you open the door. youâre not sure whyâsomehow, you need him to know youâre not just mad. youâve been mad at lyney before, being mad is easy. being mad means heâll pull a rose from behind your ear and make you smile against your will. being mad means youâll realize you canât stay mad at him for long, not when he looks at you like that. being mad is temporaryâbut this? this feels permanent.
youâre not mad at lyney. you simply canât trust him anymore, and he needs to know that, needs to understand that he should stay away and never find you again.
youâre glaring at him, staring at the face that has always done nothing but make you smile. you wonder, for a small, doubtful moment, if every smile lyney has ever pulled from you has been built off of pure lies and half truths and withheld information.
youâve given him every bit of yourself, told him everything there is to tell and then some, let him discover things himself that no one has yet to learn. and lyney, as you learn, is someone you canât even begin to know, not reallyâmaybe not ever.
âyouâre with the fatui,â your voice is cold, but you know he can hear the waverâyou hate him for that. for being able to pick you apart when you donât know the first thing about him, âyouâve lied to me all this timeââ
âi didnât lie,â he says quickly, âi justâŠdidnât tell you everythingââ
âthatâs not any better,â you cut him off, finality in your voice that makes his eyes widen a fraction, âi have no business with someone of theââ
âwait,â his foot stops the door before it can close, stepping in despite your protests as he inches closer and closer. you take a step back every timeâthe hurt on his face is palpable. âcanâŠcan i explain? please?â
âexplain what?â you furrow your eyebrows, âexplain that youâre with the fatui? how is there any explaining that? how can you look me in the eye and tell me youâre not badââ
âiâm not,â he insists, âiâm not bad.â
lyney has never looked at you like thatâlike youâve hurt him right where heâs most vulnerable, right where heâs weak and fragile and canât bear to be hurt. you hate that you want to apologize for a moment, that you want to cradle his face and kiss the tremble off of his lips.
âthen what are you?â you challenge, crossing your arms.
âiâm trying to save people,â he croaks, âour organization has a lot of peopleâa lot of goals. father and i want toââ
âyour father has hurt people,â you cut him off.
âfather saved me,â he says firmly, âand lynette. she gave us a home. and she wants to save the people of this nationââ
âsheâs taken advantage of your weakness andââ
âshe did what no one else would for me and my family.â
âthen go,â you spit, âgo to her and do her bidding. but i canât turn a blind eye to the fact that youâre with the fatui.â
âeven as a member of the house, my decisions are my own,â his hand grabs yoursâyou canât find it in yourself to pull it away. itâs familiar, warmâitâs lyney. your lyney. âiâm doing what i believe is right. to break the prophecy.â
âi donât know what youâre trying to do,â you admit, tired, defeated, âor who you are, frankly. but iâm tired of lies, lyney.â
âthen iâll tell you the truth,â his voice trembles, âanything you ask.â
âiâm not sure thatâll help,â you say quietly.
and then his arms are wrapped tightly around you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck as he pulls you close. you want to push him away. you want to melt into his arms. you want to tell him to leave. you want to ask him to always stay.
lyney is of the house of the hearth, the fatui. but heâs also your lyneyâthe one who brings you flowers and tucks them behind your ear, the one who does tricks for children and makes them smile, the one who gives his heart and soul for his family to keep them safe.
you donât know if the two can coexist as one, but you know despite it all, you still love lyney, and you donât know if you can stop. the thought is haunting.
âiâve always done what i believe is right,â he promises, âiâve never hurt someone innocent. you have to know that much.â
âlyneyââ
âi love you,â his voice breaks, âiâve always loved you as just lyney. i promise.â
âiâm scared of who you are when youâre not just lyney,â you whisperâand you suppose youâre also weak, because your hand slips into his hair, stroking through the strands so that if itâs the last time, maybe you can commit the feeling of him to memory.
you can feel his tears fall onto your skin, and you can feel his fingers grip your shirt as he clings onto you, onto the last bit of hope that youâre hisâthat heâs yours. your lyney, the one youâve always known and loved.
âiâm always just lyney,â he promises, âno matter who iâm with.â
âi justâŠneed time,â you sniffle, âto think.â
âokay,â he says quietly. you can feel his lip quiver against your skin as he presses a kiss to your neck, âiâll wait. however long you need, iâll wait. i love you.â
âi know, lyney,â you sigh, caving and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his head. you savor the feelingâjust in case youâll never feel it again.
maybe you canâmaybe heâs telling the truth. maybe lyney has always been yours, the one you think you know. you donât know, but you hope youâll find out.
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i would forgive him i canât lie to you no amount of fatui crimes could outweigh how badly i need to kiss this little shrimp of mine
#teepods.writings#drabbles.#lyney x reader#lyney x you#lyney angst#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin angst#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin impact angst
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fuck it, i love you - okkotsu yuuta
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word count: 11k warnings: none really. reader likes lemon oreos bcuz i projected onto this <3 summary: (y/n) and yuuta get to know each other better over the phone while he's on assignment in africa. feelings ensue. more info: long distance friends to lovers, yuuta got that romance dawg in him
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[ and you know everyone adores you // you canât feel it and youâre tired // baby, wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine // but itâs killing me slowly ]
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The first time he gets a call from her, Yuuta is a little perplexed before he answers the phone. Of the few people he mightâve expected a phone call from, (y/nâs) was the last name he expected to see on his screen. Nonetheless, he answered it right away.
âHello?âÂ
âHey, Okkotsu,â Her voice was so cheerful, he couldâve easily believed that she meant to call someone else. But sheâd said his name, so it couldnât have been a mistake. âHowâs Morocco?â
âMorocco, isâŠ.â He trails off, fingers tapping a poor rhythm on the table in front of him. Doing paperwork in a hotel room wasnât ideal. The desk provided was always small, and the chair always uncomfortable. But it wasnât like he had a lot to report anyways. âItâs alright, I guessâÂ
âAlright, you guess?â She repeats curiously. âSounds like youâre bored alreadyâÂ
âBored-? N-no, no Iâm not bored,â He stammered over his words, and (y/n) could be heard laughing through the line. âIâm just, um, Iâm trying to do a report right nowâ He said sheepishly.
Trying being the key word. Heâd practically given up ten minutes before he got her call anyways.
âOh, Iâm sorry,â (y/n) apologized right away. âAm I keeping you? Should I go?âÂ
âN-no!â Yuuta squeaked, cringing at himself as he slumped back into his hair, covering his face with his hand as if there was anyone else around to hide his embarrassment from. âNo, youâre not keeping me, I⊠I have nothing for this report anywaysâ He explained.
âReally? Not goinâ so well?â She asked.
âUh- itâs just- I donât want to bore you with it,â He sighed. âAnyways, whatâs the call for? Isnât it likeâŠâ He glances behind him at the analog clock on his bedside table, wincing when he sees how late it was. âThree in the morning, your time?âÂ
âActually, itâs only two forty-five,â She corrects with a clear smile in her tone. âAnd arenât I allowed to check in? Youâve been gone, for like, weeksâÂ
âY-yeah, youâre allowed,â He mumbles back, face feeling hot. âI just figured, yâknow, youâre⊠busyâÂ
âNever too busy,â She half-jokes. âSo tell me all about it, boring parts and allâÂ
Yuutaâs brows pinch together, a small scoff leaving his throat.
âReally?â Heâs unsure as to why sheâd want to hear about the ins and outs of a trip that so far had proven to be pointless. âYou sure you want to hear about it?âÂ
âCourse,â She hums back. âBeats studyingâÂ
So he complies. Thereâs not much to tell, but he finds a way to walk her through what his day-to-day with Miguel was like. Looking for more of the Black Rope. She seemed to have some interest in the cursed tool, asking excitedly if it could stop the cursed techniques of even the strongest special grade sorcerers.
âYeah, thatâs kinda the point,â He chuckles. âBut itâs been slow. Iâm starting to think this is going to take longer than we thoughtâŠâÂ
(y/nâs) a good listener. She lets him ramble on even when heâs not making sense, and continues to prod and ask more questions when she comes up with them. He thinks maybe sheâs just stalling to keep her from studying, but he figures there were countless other things she couldâve done to keep her occupied⊠right?Â
Itâs not until Yuuta notices the clock and remembers the time difference between them that he finally stops his rambling and suggests they end their call soon.
âAh- itâs late, and Iâm probably boring you now, tooâ He lets out a light hearted chuckle that she canât help but reciprocate.
âI guess I should try to study just a littleâ She huffs.
Yuuta scoffs, a small smile on his face as he picks up his pen and stares at the half-finished report in front of him. Maybe heâd been stalling, too.
âOr you could just go to bed, cram last minute tomorrowâ He suggests.
She seems amused by that, and when she lets out a little laugh he thinks itâs the right choice, too. The noise comes out lazily, full of sleepiness. Itâs obvious even through the phone. Yuuta wonders if sheâs hunched over her desk, ignoring the textbook and notes right in front of her.
âYouâre prâlly right,â She murmurs, her tiredness even more evident in her voice. âI guess Iâll go to bed thenâÂ
âOkay,â Yuuta drums the pen against his thigh in an erratic beat. Something about saying goodnight makes him feel a little disappointed. Â
Until now, he hadnât realized that it had been weeks since heâd casually talked to a friend. Toge texted plenty, and sometimes he heard from Panda and Maki, too. But this felt⊠different.
âWell, goodnight-âÂ
âAnd Okkotsu?â She interrupts him without realizing, quickly apologizing before she continues her thought. âYou didnât bore me, just for the record. I think itâs neat that you get to be on such a special assignment. I hope that it gets more exciting for youâÂ
Heâs thankful that she didnât opt to facetime him, because his face grows so warm he just knows heâs turned into a tomato. And something about sitting in his lonely little hotel room and blushing over such a simple comment is downright embarrassing.
He laughs nervously, tugging at the collar of his shirt to relieve the heat on his neck.
âUh, yeah, me too,â He stammered quietly. âThanks. Good luck with studyingâÂ
She hums.
âGoodnight, Okkotsu. Thanks for keeping me companyâÂ
The call ends there, and Yuuta smiles to himself as he sets his phone down and finds the energy to finish up his pointless report.
Talking with her had been nice. Maybe they hadnât become the closest of friends between him enrolling at Jujutsu Tech and being shipped off to Africa, but he thinks that could- and should- change.
Heâd have to make more of an effort to get closer to her while he was away.
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When (y/n) calls again, itâs not so late this time.
Yuuta had just settled in the hotel lobby with his burrito for lunch, his only plan for the time being was to scroll aimlessly on his phone while he ate. To his luck, just as he sat down on the stiff cushioned chair in the lobby, his phone rang.
âOkkotsu!âÂ
It had been a little over a week since their last call, and Yuuta had done his best to keep in touch with her since then. A few photos of the wildlife native to the area that she seemed to enjoy, or a pretty sunrise here or there. There were a lot of messages sent to her first thing in the morning, beautiful photos tagged with his complaints of being up so early. It was the easiest time to use his phone, and heâd tried to make a habit of at least messaging her once a day.
To his delight, she always sent him a response. It wasnât always right away, with an eight hour time difference that was a steep ask, but she never failed to let him know that she saw his message and appreciated it somehow. Whether it was an emoji reaction or a full text, she never left a text from him unanswered. Strangely, Yuuta found this to be thoughtful of her.
âIâm cooking, can you believe it!?â She sounds excited, but the kind of excited that seems like something very wrong is about to happen.
âO-oh?â He stutters, chucking as he tucks his phone between his ear and shoulder so he could unwrap his burrito. âWhat, are you not allowed, or something?âÂ
âHush, I donât let anyone tell me what to do,â She laughs at his comment, not realizing he wasnât joking. âI just havenât cooked for myself properly since moving away from home. The kitchen here is puny, though,â She mutters the last part.
The muffled sounds coming through the speaker sound as though sheâs rummaging around the cabinets. Yuuta tilts his phone away from his ear a little, the dishware clanking together more unpleasant than usual coming through a phone.
âBut I thought itâd be nice to make a home cooked dinner. I was going to make some for everyone, but I guess they already ate. So itâs dinner for one tonight,â She explains. Yuutaâs chest sinks with disappointment at the thought of missing quality time with his friends. âAnyways, whatâre you up to?âÂ
âEating a burrito,â He replies dryly. âWhat are you making? Iâd much rather have thatâÂ
âDonât speak too soon, itâs been a while since Iâve been in a kitchen,âÂ
(y/n) laughs, and Yuuta does too.
âJust ramen,â She answers. âFigured itâs best to start out simple. Also figured I couldnât set anything on fireâÂ
âDepends on how you look at it. Setting something on fire while only cooking ramen might be an accomplishment, with how difficult it must beâÂ
He doesnât mean to be funny, but (y/nâs) laughing again, and Yuuta smiles through a mouthful of burrito for saying something clever enough. Pride swells in his chest the longer he hears her laughter turn to muted giggles while sheâs pittering about the kitchen.
âYouâre eating, should I let you go?â She asks once her laughter has calmed down.
âNo, itâs alright,â Yuuta shakes his head even though he knows she canât see. âIâm bored anyways. I was just going to sit here by myself and eat this burritoâÂ
She laughs again, lightly this time.
âAlright, then, want me to tell you about how hard Maki kicked my ass in training yesterday?â She offers.
Heâd already had an inkling, recalling a harshly worded text from her followed by a photo of her left leg covered in blue and purple marks that were bound to grow dark soon. Heâd cringed when heâd seen it, giving the image a frowning emoji reaction before responding with, âMaki?â. But he happily agrees to have her tell him the rest of the story behind the bruises.
He deems (y/n) and Maki to hold a far closer friendship than he did himself, so he knew that the next five minutes of ranting on her part is in good nature and she was only annoyed with losing, not necessarily with Maki herself. That said, as someone who had dealt with the torture of training with her, Yuuta understood the feeling quite well. He laughs when she talks about being thrown to the ground like a ragdoll, and he winces when she tells him about the absolute beatdown sheâd taken.
Itâs a gruesome retelling, even though at times she talks as if it was as casual a part of her day as brushing her teeth had been. The life of a jujutsu sorcerer was always an unorthodox one.
âShe didnât even try to go easy on me, Okkotsu. But, she did get me an ice cream sandwich with my ice pack, so sheâs still my best friend, I guessâ Sheâs only teasing, evident in the way she giggles.
âYuutaâ He says without thinking, having happened to swallow the last of his food and finally getting a chance to speak.
âHm- what?âÂ
âYou can just call me Yuutaâ He clarifies, eyes darting around the lobby to be sure no one could see him blushing. Â
His voice grows quieter as he suddenly feels bashful in the public setting. None of the people passing in and out of the space pay him a second glance, and it doesnât dawn on him that they might not even understand his language, but his body language says enough. Heâs tucked into the corner chair, hunched over and holding the phone as close to his face as possible so he wouldnât have to raise his voice too much. Not to mention, his face was turning a rosy shade of pink.
âAlright, Yuuta,â (y/n) muses, testing the waters to see how his name sounded. It felt foreign, and it had the color in Yuutaâs face darkening even faster, but she seemed amused by the change. âRamenâs coming along pretty well, I think itâll actually be edible!âÂ
Sheâs quick to move on from the semi-serious topic. Heâs relieved for this, and does his best to come across as casual as possible. He asks her about the recipe, and she talks to him for a while about her process until the conversation somehow turns back on him and heâs updating her about Morocco.
Time passes so easily, Yuuta barely realizes that heâs been sitting in the lobby for an hour, not thinking about how she had finished her dinner and eaten it too. (y/n) never mentions the time either, unknown to him, sitting on the counter in the common roomâs kitchenette as she talks aimlessly about anything and everything she can think of. Yuuta enjoys hearing about it all, the shenanigans that sheâs been up to with Toge, the odd style of teaching that Gojo has, even just the simple things, like how yesterday it had rained.
Thereâs something magical about being on the phone with her, he realizes halfway into hearing about how sheâd gone outside to help the worms back into the grass after the rainfall. Not only does he lose time, but thereâs not a dull moment. Most of his days had become so bland and boring theyâd started to blend together. Besides the occasional sword training, heâd spent the majority of his time wandering about with Miguel. It was starting to feel aimless, with every passing day that they came up empty handed.
Talking with her was everything but boring, never boring. It finally felt like he had some company to get him through this assignment. He hoped that this second call meant they could make more of a habit out of it.
âI should probably go so I can clean up the kitchen,â She sighs when she finally suggests getting off the phone. Itâs then, and only then, that Yuuta checks the time, quickly pulling his phone away to tap the screen before putting it up to his ear again. âI think itâd be obnoxious for me to stay on the phone while I do the dishesâ She adds with a chuckle.
His heart spikes at the idea of her wanting to keep talking, though.
âY-yeah, that might be too loud,â He replies. âBut thatâs okay, I should probably get some training in, or something, anywaysâÂ
âGotta keep up that Special Grade status,â (y/n) teases. Heâs grateful she canât see him fluster every time she teases him, no matter how lighthearted it is. Heâs not sure why it sends him into a mini panic every time, but he hopes he gets a hang of himself soon, if theyâre going to keep talking like this. âTalk soon, though?âÂ
Heâd really have to learn to get a hold of himself. The short question has him beaming and nodding his head wildly, although the only people to see it are the hotel staff at the check-in desk whoâd been peeking glances at the weird talkative boy on his phone for the last two hours.
Yuuta clears his throat before speaking, hoping to sound as normal as possible.
âYeah, yeah we can talk again soonâ
Heâs not sure how well he does.
âOkay, cool,â The smile is evident in her tone, and in turn has Yuuta smiling too. âTalk to you later then, YuutaâÂ
Maybe he was just hopeless, but hearing his name again has him blushing and fidgeting in his seat.
âBye, (y/n)âÂ
Even once the call has ended and his phone is sitting lifeless in his lap, with the rush of adrenaline Yuuta gets, one might think heâd just received the best news of his life. Funnily enough, he hadnât received much news at all- besides the fact that the worms on Jujutsu Tech Tokyoâs property were safe and accounted for after a life threatening sprinkle- so his giddiness was solely brought on by talking with her.
Slowly but surely, she was becoming his favorite person to talk to.
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[y/n]: need ur help, itâs urgent [y/n]: ok woah i should not have said it like that
[yuuta]: ??? are you ok???
[y/n]: need u to help me win a bet
[yuuta]: ._. [yuuta]: ok.
[y/n]: vanilla oreos suck, right?Â
[yuuta]: this was urgent?Â
[y/n]: panda said theyâre his favorite flavor.
[yuuta]: oh god. [yuuta]: he needs a wellness check for sure.
[y/n]: THANK YOU [y/n]: toge said his fav were the birthday cake ones but the vanilla werenât bad. heâs still got the taste of a toddler, but at least theyâre not his FAVORITE i mean cmon. vanilla is just bad. [y/n]: i knew youâd understand me.
[yuuta]: ur right this was urgent. i thought i knew them. [yuuta]: what are your favorite?
[y/n]: obviously i told them original.
[yuuta]: ⊠implying theyâre not actually your favorite?Â
[y/n]: youâre asking very personal questions, yuuta
[yuuta]: lmfao [yuuta]: iâll tell u mine if u tell me urs :)
[y/n]: u first iâm shy :)
[yuuta]: original are good. but i like the toffee ones bestÂ
[y/n]: interesting.
[yuuta]: so am i getting judged for my oreo preference, too?Â
[y/n]: lol no. ur safe. for now ;)
[yuuta]: well we had a deal. whatâs ur fav?
[y/n]: ⊠i like the lemon ones
[yuuta]: :o [yuuta]: donât those come with a VANILLA cookie???
[y/n]: ⊠[y/n]: maybe.
[yuuta]: ur ridiculous
[y/n]: but the lemon flavor makes it different. itâs not PLAIN vanilla.
[yuuta]: canât argue with u there
[y/n]: ya bcuz u wouldnât dare :)
[yuuta]: no i wouldnât :)Â
[y/n]: mwahaha i have the big scary special grade afraid of me :)
[yuuta]: idk about big. and the scary is all rika
[y/n]: does she have a take on the great oreo flavor debate? <3
[yuuta]: ⊠[yuuta]: she always preferred animal crackers.
[y/n]: <;/3
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When Yuuta finally works up the courage to call her first, itâs been a couple weeks.
Which in hindsight, it feels like too much time has passed. Even though theyâve been texting every single day nearly nonstop. Yuuta had grown so attached to his phone it was almost becoming a problem.
Not that heâd admit it.
âOkkotsu Yuuta!â She picks up the phone with the same eagerness sheâd held the last time sheâd called him. âTo what do I owe the pleasure?âÂ
âI was bored, and was hoping you had something interesting going on,â He sighed, falling backwards on the perfectly made bed in his room. Too perfect. It was always annoying to tug the covers out of their tightly tucked corners to comfortably sleep at night. âAll Iâve been doing is train and Iâm exhaustedâ He grumbles.
(y/n) hums through the speaker.
âWell if youâre that bored, I suppose I could tell you about a boy conflict of mine,â She suggests.
Just as Yuuta was starting to relax into the mattress, he felt his spine go stiff as a chill shot from his tailbone all the way up to his neck. It feels like his entire body has been drenched in icy water, freezing him solid.
âItâs okay if thatâs too⊠weird, thoughâ Heâs drawn back to reality by (y/nâs) nervous laugh, something he doesnât hear all that often. Itâs strained and awkward, displaying every bit of anxious emotion that she felt. Â
âItâs not weird,â Yuutaâs not usually very good at lying, people always have a way of seeing right through him. He wonders if heâs only decent at telling this one because sheâs not physically here. She canât see the way his face contorts as it tries to stay neutral, or how his fingers start to tap against the comforter beneath him. âBoy conflict is⊠normalâ He adds.
Heâd meant that one, but she laughs anyway.
âI guess so,â She sighs through the speaker. âBut Iâve never really had any before. Not like you get to meet a lot of people. But⊠I guess I met someone..?â
Yuutaâs gut twists, and he wonders if he ate something bad with his lunch. Maybe the chicken was undercooked? No, it seemed fine. He probably just ate too fast.
âThat feels less like conflict and more like interestâ His jaw feels tight when he talks. With his free hand, he rubs at it and tries to keep his teeth from clenching.
âWell, I am interested,âÂ
Distantly, Yuuta thinks he should swallow some tums before he goes to bed so this stomach ache wonât keep him up all night.
âAt least, I think I am,â (y/n) sighs again. âHeâs not a sorcerer, I met him at a corner store I went to with Maki,â She explains. âHe was cute and all, I guess we had a moment over the energy drinks? Itâs kind of a blur, I didnât really pay attention until he was handing me his number and now I have this number and- I donât know. Is that weird?âÂ
Yuutaâs not really sure what to tell her. Heâs not really sure how he feels about it. His gut tells him that yes, it is weird, and she shouldnât be going out with some guy she met at a convenience store. Anyone can walk into one of those, he thinks bitterly, his brow furrowed as he thought over her dilemma.
âWell, um, did he seem⊠nice?âÂ
The question comes out pathetic. Yuutaâs smacking his hand over his face from how stupid he sounds, and feels. Â
âYeah, I guessâ (y/n) answers anyways.
âThen I guess ballâs in your court?â The suggestion comes out more as a question than he means it to. Yuuta thinks he wasnât equipped for this, and maybe he should have told her it was a weird thing for them to talk about.
But he wouldnât have meant that. He would talk to her about anything, and he wanted her to feel the same. He wanted her to talk about anything and everything she wanted. Lord knows heâd take an interest in it.Â
However the interest he has in this conversation isnât quite like normal. His curiosity is less genuine. It feels like itâs lurching around in his mind, something disappointed yet irritable growing in itâs place. He hates the feeling. He hates feeling that way towards her. Even if it wasnât directed at her specifically.
âYouâre right,â Thereâs more determination in her voice now. âI should just text him, right?â
No, Yuutaâs jaw is clenched again, teeth grinding loudly. He hopes she canât hear it through the phone. No, donât let some stranger have your number. He doesnât deserve it like I do.
âRight!â His voice is louder than he means to, as if trying to overpower the jealous train of thought that runs through his mind.
Heâs sitting upright on the bed in a second, still rigid and uncomfortable, but his anxiety makes him want to pace. He needs to work off the awkward feeling in his chest somehow.
âThen I can see what heâs like,â (y/n) speaks as though sheâs really telling herself what made the most sense. Yuutaâs nodding wordlessly, his eyes fixated on a spot on the floor thatâs growing more blurry by the second. âAnd then if I like him⊠maybe we can go out or somethingâ She mumbles the last part, clearly distracted. Â
He wonders if sheâs texting him now. The idea of her reaching out to this random guy while sheâs on the phone with him sends his heart plummeting to his already upset stomach.
Where were all of these nasty feelings coming from?Â
âYeah, thatâs probably a good ideaâ Yuutaâs speaking, but it feels distant, heâs not exactly sure of what heâs saying.
âAlright. Iâll text him later, then,âÂ
Heâs relieved that she wasnât doing it this very moment, but there was still an unsettling pit in his stomach knowing she was bound to reach out at some point.
âThanks, Yuuta. So, whatâs been going on with you?âÂ
It takes a while of chatting and pacing the room before Yuuta feels like himself again. Heâs lucky there wasnât a circle burned in the shape of his track in the tightly coiled carpeting of his room, certainly he wouldâve had to call Gojo for a favor if he was billed for such damage.
Eventually the nasty feeling in his chest settles and heâs sitting in the bed again, the notebook he was drafting up todayâs report on propped on his legs and his phone at his side, (y/nâs) voice on speaker as she tells him about the rest of her and Makiâs outing in the shopping district.
As it always does, time goes by too quickly, and soon enough sheâs yawning through the speaker and telling him it was getting too late for her.
âBut thanks for calling, Yuuta. I was starting to think you didnât know phones worked both waysâ She teases softly.
Had she been waiting for him to call?Â
âYeah, anytime. I just⊠you know the time difference⊠I donât ever want to bother youâÂ
âYou? Bother me?â She giggles. âAfter you let me talk your ear off about a boy, I donât think thatâs whatâs happening here,â She tells him.
The nasty feeling swells again.
âBesides, you could never bother me,â She adds, her tone much softer. Almost sweet. Yuuta canât tell if his stomach is convulsing or doing flips. âBut call again sometime, mâkay?âÂ
âOkay,â He says, hopeful, and just as eager as he felt. âGânight, (y/n)âÂ
âBye Yuuta, goodnight!âÂ
His phone lights up with the low battery icon once the call is over. Heâs slow to plug the charger into it and leave it on his nightstand for the evening, his mind still mulling over everything sheâd told him. Or more so, how heâd felt taking in all that information.
He couldnât have possibly been jealous, right? Not over some random guy. Not because of her. They were friends, after all. Friends that didnât even get that close until after he left. In his time at Jujutsu Tech heâd only spoken to her a handful of times, and mostly in passing. It wouldnât feel right to have something like jealousy spark up now. No, he was probably just worried for her, seeing as he couldnât look out for her when heâs thousands of miles away. Yeah, that was it.
It couldnât have anything to do with the way he felt his world light up when she laughed. Or that getting a text message from her in the sound effect that heâd picked out just for her contact had serotonin spiking in his brain. Â
None of those things were connected at all.
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The fourth time they talk on the phone, unfortunately, he has to hear about this guy again.
Yuutaâs not even sure he knows his name. He thinks (y/n) mustâve mentioned it once or twice in their texts, but itâs never quite stuck, and honestly, Yuuta doesnât want to ask.
Not that he cares- it wasnât like that at all. It had simply been too long for it to feel appropriate to ask. He didnât want her to think he didnât listen, is all.
Heâd called one evening when yet again he felt like putting off writing up his report. It had almost become a habit to reach out to her as soon as he was stalling, or bored. He didnât have much to talk about, he never really did, but he had been eager to tell her about some new cuisine heâd tried that heâd thought she might like.Â
There was a pesky thought in the back of his mind about her visiting him for a few days. Only pesky due to how often it presented itself, even when he shouldâve been focused on more pressing matters. He knew it was bad when Miguel had taken notice and smacked him upside the head to get him to pay attention- on this earth, preferably, heâd said.
But he couldnât help it. The idea of having her here, for a few days or a few weeks, had become his go-to daydream. He already knew everything heâd want to show her, the busy, colorful markets and the good food Yuuta hadnât known existed until coming here. To how pretty the beaches were at sunset, especially when the little hermit crabs would wake up and wander around the shore, he thinks sheâd like that a lot.
Even just the idea of having her around to hang out with and chat about anything and nothing, just like how they do through their phones, had his chest buzzing with warmth and excitement. Even though it was all in his head and logic told him she probably couldnât make such a trip. She had her own assignments and lessons after all, and technically he was supposed to be working.
Nonetheless, when he found himself getting bored, his mind drifted off to pretending she was there with him to keep him company. Sometimes it even did the trick.
Tonight when he calls her, heâs kicking around the idea of bringing it up. Maybe if she took it well enough he could reach out to Gojo about it, surely he had the social standing and the funds to let her visit. His heart is thrumming in his chest just thinking about it, every ring of the dial tone putting him further on the edge of his seat.
It rings a total of five times before she finally answers. Itâs not all that late in Tokyo, just half past nine, but suddenly Yuuta worries that this wasnât a good time to call.
âHey,â Heâs the first to speak, grinning from ear to ear when the line finally clicks and sheâs answered the call. âIs this a bad time?âÂ
âUh, n-no,â She stutters back, voice quiet and a little raspier than usual. Had she been sleeping? She speaks before he can double check if it was an okay time to talk. âIâm not doing anything. Whatâs up?âÂ
Yuuta canât quite put his finger on it, but it certainly sounds like itâs a bad time. Her voice is lacking itâs usual mirth, and she sounds like sheâs purposefully trying not to raise her voice. His smile begins to fall as his brain starts to stir with worry.
âNothing, really. Just⊠wanted to talk, I guess,â It feels a little embarrassing to admit, but for once, sheâs not teasing him. Itâs strange, not hearing her softly poke fun at him when heâd clearly given her an opening to do so. âWhatâre you doing?âÂ
âItâs almost ten here, Iâm in bedâÂ
The words almost come out cold, a bitterness to them that Yuuta wasnât used to. If it werenât for the crack in her voice, he mightâve thought she was upset with him. But thereâs a noticeable little hitch in the middle of her words that tells him itâs not annoyance heâs picking up on.
âHey,â His voice is quiet as he sits on his bed, brows furrowing as he feels the mood shift even in a room thousands of miles away from hers. âIs something wrong?âÂ
âNoâ Comes her instant answer, but itâs not remotely believable. Her voice is so quiet and muffled it barely comes through the speaker, and shortly after he hears a shuffling that sounds like a heap of blankets being tossed around.
âCâmon, wanna talk about it?â He pressed again, dragging his finger over the crisp comforter on the bed to create misshapen invisible designs. âWhat happened, (y/n)?â He asks again, voice softer than before.
The tiniest of sniffles could be heard, and his heart sinks at the idea of her sitting alone in bed and crying. Whatever caused it he was sure he could find a way to solve it. It wasnât often that Yuuta felt cocky with his Special Grade status, but in this moment he was sure he was the most powerful person in the world, and if something had bothered her this much, heâd certainly be able to take care of it.
âItâs- itâs stupid,â The high pitch in the cracking of her voice was more evident the louder she spoke. Heâs worried she was going to leave it at that, maybe tell him to leave her alone or hang up altogether. Then he hears a wobbly inhale before sheâs whimpering through her words again. âIâm so stupid, Yuuta, what was I thinking?â
His heart cracks with every word she speaks. Heâs not sure what put her in such pain, but he swears, heâs experiencing it too just knowing she was hurting. He places his free hand over his chest to ease the hollow feeling that carves itself there.
âWhat dâya mean? Youâre not stupid, not remotely. Câmon, yâknow that,â He tries to keep his voice light and gentle, even though the growing put in his stomach had his throat closing up. âWhat happened? Talk to meâ He pleads softly.
(y/n) sniffles, before trying to even out her breathing again so she didnât sound so pathetic when she talked.
âI donât even want to tell you, itâs so stupid,â She admits. âB-but everyone else is busy, o-or gone and I- I donât want to cry about it anymore,âÂ
Had she been crying for a while? His heart seizes at the thought.
âPromise you wonât laugh at me?â She mumbles. Yuuta nodded his head rapidly in response.
âYeah, yeah of course I promise. I wonât laugh at youâ He tells her with grave sincerity.
She sighs, breath still shaky, but she does her best to talk through it.
In a wobbly, quiet voice, she tells him everything. About how she had plans to meet up with convenience-store-guy that Yuuta still hadnât caught the name of. How sheâd taken plenty of time to plan out her outfit and put herself together, how in the meantime heâd been nothing short of flirtatious and sweet, leading her to believe heâd been eager to go out with her. She tells him how an hour before they were set to meet up a block away from campus, sheâd stopped hearing from him altogether. She laughs humorlessly as she explains sheâd sent nearly ten messages asking where he was or if he needed to reschedule before sheâd dropped it completely and walked herself back home.
âNo text, no call. Absolutely n-nothing,â She mutters bitterly. âBut I donât g-get it, did I do something wr-wrong?âÂ
âOf course not,â Yuuta sighed, trying to release the tension of his building irritation so he could keep his focus on comforting her. âHeâs just⊠heâs stupid, okay? I donât know what his deal is, but you dodged a bullet, for sure. If thatâs how he acts before a first date, imagine how terrible he wouldâve been by the twentiethâÂ
Surprisingly, heâs not terrible when it comes to consoling her. (y/n) hums tiredly in agreement. It doesnât necessarily take the pain away, but there is some relief in knowing it never would have worked out.
âYeah,â She breathes out. âBut⊠I was excited, you know?â She mumbles. âIâve never been on a real date before, at least I donât think I have, but I think Iâd know,â She explains. âI just⊠I thought Iâd feel normal for a night. I- I thought he liked me. I kinda liked him, too. But mostly IâŠâ She trails off, and they both remain silent for a few beats, each processing their own mess of thoughts. âI liked the idea of being liked, I guess. Is that selfish?â
âOf course not,â Yuuta chuckles warmly. âEveryone wants that. Itâs completely normal,â He says. âBesides, itâs not like you were imagining things. He did have an interest. Who wouldnât?âÂ
The last part comes out before he can realize what heâs actually saying, and his face grows hot with the insinuation of his words. Heâs stammering to fix it, which doesnât help him much, but he tries.
âW-what I mean is that there will be plenty of other people who will meet you and fall for you completely and y-youâll be swarmed with phone numbers and people who like you!âÂ
He doesnât mean to raise his voice, but his nerves are starting to take over as the word vomit continues. (y/nâs) quiet as she listens intently, and the longer she doesnât speak up to stop him, the worse his rambling becomes.
âYouâll have to fight âem all off, you know? Thereâs so many people out there who havenât been lucky enough to meet you yet, and when they do youâll get to experience everything you want. You know what?â
Thereâs a soft âwhat?â from her end before he continues on his rant.
âItâs a good thing your first date wasnât with that prick anyways. It wouldnât have been fair. It wouldnât have been right at all if your first date was boring or shitty or- or anything short of special and electric, okay?âÂ
(y/n) still doesnât say anything, but sheâs hanging onto every word he says, even when theyâre rushed and heâs stumbling over them, all of her focus is on what heâs saying.
âBecause you deserve it. And anyone who is remotely worth your time will know that. And theyâll- theyâll text you too much before you finally go out, because theyâll be nervous because you make them nervous because youâll be so out of their league, you know?â He doesnât even pause before continuing. âAnd theyâll pick you up on time if not early because theyâll respect your time, and theyâll have flowers- the prettiest, most expensive bouquet they could find- right? A bouquet even Gojo couldnât afford,âÂ
She lets out a watery laugh that has Yuuta easing up in his rambling, a warm feeling planting in his chest in the hopes sheâd smiled, even just a little bit, even if it was through her tears, heâd provoked just a little bit of joy from her.
âAnd⊠and if youâre anything short of completely swept away, then youâll call Maki and sheâll come get you so you donât have to spend another second wasting your time with a loser that doesnât deserve youâÂ
His chest is heaving a bit when he finally stops, not realizing he was losing his breath the longer he rambled on. His face feels hot as he processes everything heâd just dumped on her, and he prays that it wasnât as pathetic as heâs worrying it was.
Thereâs a few small sniffles before (y/n) speaks up.
âWell, if you were back home, Iâd just call you,â She says softly. Her voice doesnât sound as strained as before, and Yuuta hopes it means sheâd stopped crying. âYou really think Iâll be able to find all that?âÂ
âYeah, âcourse I do,â He mumbles back, although his words hold absolute certainty. âNot a doubt in my mindâÂ
She giggles, a real little laugh that he can almost see. Itâs short and sweet and it has him elated that heâd lightened her mood. Heâs not sure what exactly he did, but heâs grateful that the word vomit was beneficial for once.
âThank you, Yuuta,â She murmurs. âYouâre right, and, I actually feel a little better,âÂ
His heart soars, and heâs smiling to himself again with pride and relief.
âIâm still going to watch Pride and Prejudice before bed, though. Iâd already committed to it and I canât just go to sleep nowâ She tells him seriously. Yuuta laughs, falling back on his bed as comfortably as he could with his feet still planted on the ground.
âIâve never seen it,â He tells her. âBut donât stay up too-âÂ
âNever?â She interrupts with a gasp of shock. âYuuta, thatâs criminalâÂ
He chuckles again. âIs it really?âÂ
âYes, very much so,â She tells him. âWhen youâre back we have to watch it, okay?âÂ
âYeah, sure-âÂ
âNo, promiseâ She demanded for the second time that night.
âI promise,â He repeats, smiling to himself as his gaze wanders the ceiling. Â
He couldnât help but think that if she were to visit him, they could spend a whole afternoon here in this room watching her movie, probably eating snacks and making a mess of the place as they got cozy for it. This room had always remained perfectly tidy, so much so it was almost boring. Having her in it would surely brighten it up and give it some life, he thinks.
âWeâll watch it as soon as Iâm backâ He tells her.
âOkay. Good. You were on thin ice for a second, you knowâ She murmurs sleepily. He can hear her yawning.
âWas I?â He muses. âIs that what it takes to get you to hang up on me?âÂ
âAre you suggesting I wouldnât?â She quips back, and heâs glad that her teasing nature has come around again.
âIâm suggesting you never have beforeâ Yuuta shrugs. His fingers are pressed firmly against the back of his phone, keeping it close to his ear so he couldnât miss the way she laughed at him.
âYeah, well, maybe youâre just good company,â She hums. âBut it is late and I want to watch this movie, so I guess thereâs a first for everythingâÂ
His face is warm and he feels full, like heâd just eaten a good meal, despite him having skipped lunch in order to call her. Yuuta smiles lazily at the blank ceiling as he hums back to her.
âAlright, enjoy your movie,â He says. âBut, uh, you can call me again. Yâknow, if you⊠need to. Or want toâÂ
Thereâs a pause before she responds.
âOkay,â It comes out in a hushed whisper. âHave a good rest of your day, YuutaâÂ
The time difference has his lips pinching into a frown, but he quickly tries to hold onto the last few seconds of joy he has while talking to her.
âGoodnight, (y/n)â
The call ends, and he drops his phone to the mattress, letting it sit forgotten beside his head. He stays put in his semi-comfortable position, still staring at the ceiling as his hands fall to his sides. His chest felt tight, and his mind a little dazed as he replayed the call over and over in his mind. The hurt heâd felt when she was hurting, the relief heâd felt when she was happy. It was overwhelming, the way his own emotions were thrown through the wringer depending on hers.
His heart was hammering in his chest so hard, Yuuta knew he couldnât deny his feelings any longer.
He was falling for her. Fast, and hard.
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[yuuta]: [attachment]: one image [yuuta]: i think youâd like these little guys
[y/n]: :D a hermit crab!!! [y/n]: so cute! canât believe ur holding it, iâd be scared of getting pinched
[yuuta]: iâm special grade, iâm not scared of anything :)
[y/n]: getting real comfy with throwing that title around, huh? you must think so low of me, a mere second grade. i could never amount to the *mighty* okkotsu yuuta.
[yuuta]: lol shut up itâs just a crab
[y/n]: he is super cute. his name is yuu now :)
[yuuta]: bcuz u miss me so much? :)
[y/n]: bcuz heâs small and feisty. that little claw looks ready to attack :>
[yuuta]: ok iâll admit he did pinch me once. [yuuta]: but in his defense i did pick him up and i am a big scary human
[y/n]: lmfao [y/n]: i thought we just established ur small and feisty
[yuuta]: i donât think i like being called smallÂ
[y/n]: tiny [y/n]: smol [y/n]: just a baby
[yuuta]: are we still talking abt the crab??Â
[y/n]: and maybe a little cute [y/n]: if weâre still talking about similarities :)Â
[yuuta]: cute???????
[y/n]: when u first came to jujutsu tech u were kinda like a hermit crab LMFAO [y/n]: i think if u had a shell u wouldâve lived in it for WEEKS XD
[yuuta]: ._.
[y/n]: :)
[yuuta]: ur being a menace today [yuuta]: more than usual
[y/n]: itâs bcuz gojoâs lesson plan so far has been fighting the air :/ idk how heâs a teacher. iâm definitely not learning anything [y/n]: except that i might be able to take him in a fight without cursed energy
[yuuta]: my money is on u :)Â [yuuta]: but also iâll be there with ice cream when u get ur ass kickedÂ
[y/n]: <;/3[y/n]: thatâs my broken heart[y/n]: youâve broken my heart.
[yuuta]: lol [yuuta]: but there will be ice cream [yuuta]: <3
[y/n]: âŠÂ [y/n]: ok i might forgive u
[yuuta]: is it bcuz iâm cute [yuuta]: :)) [yuuta]: ?? (y/n) ?? [yuuta]: :(( [yuuta]: donât ghost me ik ur not paying attention in class
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The tenth phone call they have, (y/nâs) the one calling him.
Itâs one in the morning his time, so heâs sound asleep on the mattress that still feels stiff after about three months of him sleeping on it. Every day he longs more and more to go back home to his cozy room and his friends and her. Â
When his ringtone blares, a pretty tune thatâs suddenly the most obnoxious sound on the planet, heâs awake right away. Jolting from his slumber and reaching around blindly in search of the device. He nearly shoves everything on his bedside table right off, his arm swinging with too much force in his desperate attempt to pick up the phone.
Even once itâs in his hand, it takes him a second to steadily press the accept button, his vision blurry and sleep still threatening to take back over. It takes him a few tries before heâs answering the call and laying the phone on his pillow next to his head.
âHello?â He rasps out.
âYuuta!â (y/nâs) all too cheery for one in the morning, but he distantly remembers itâs the early evening in Tokyo. His eyes squeeze shut as he rubs at them tiredly. âYuuta! How could you not tell me the good news!?âÂ
Sheâs yelling, and even without his phone on speaker he hears her perfectly fine just having the device laying next to his head. Itâs a shock to his ears, his mind buzzing as it tries to wake him up to deal with the noise. But he snuggles deeper into his pillow, rolling onto his side to press his face into the feathery plushness.
â-was gonna wait,â He mumbles sleepily. âYâknow, âtil I was awake, ând it was a normal timeâ His words are followed by a low chuckle. The pillow suddenly becomes the comfiest thing heâs ever touched, and even the stiff mattress becomes a little more inviting.
âWait?â She repeats the word before gasping dramatically. âOkkotsu Yuuta, I had to hear you were coming back from Toge!âÂ
He chuckles again at her antics. Heâs still exhausted, but his chest feels warm hearing the excitement in her voice.
âDo you know how long it took him to tell me? Hm? He did charades, Yuuta. Charades!â The image has him laughing a little more, shoulders shaking just a little bit as he listens to her go on. âIâm terrible at charades by the way. The whole thing took, like, fifteen minutes. I was pissed he couldnât just write it downâÂ
âTogeâs jusâ like thatâ He mumbles.
âBut you told him before me?âÂ
Yuutaâs not sure if the offense in her tone is fake or not. To play it safe, he covers his tracks.
âNo,â He sighs. âGojo prâlly told him. He only just told me before I went to bedâÂ
âAnd you didnât even text,â (y/n) huffs, but he can hear the laugh sheâs trying to hold back. He smiles in relief knowing she was just sticking to her bit. âWell you better actually text me as soon as youâre back!â She says threateningly. âWe have plans. You promisedâÂ
âHow could I forget?â He hums, voice low and growing quieter as his body beckons him to fall back to sleep.
âOkay. Good,â She says definitively. âI guess Iâll let you go back to sleep. Sorry for waking you upâÂ
He hums in amusement.
âDonât be sorry for being so excited to see me you couldnât contain it,â He teases quietly. (y/nâs) silent on the other end of the line. âAnd donât be embarrassed, eitherâ He adds.
âIâm not embarrassed!â She squeaks, making him chuckle some more. Maybe he was just deprived of his sleep, but she was extra cute when he was the one doing the teasing. âBut I⊠I am excited to see youâÂ
He smiles into his pillow, sighing contentedly into it.
âI know sweetheart,â He mumbles. âAnd âm excited to see you tooâÂ
Sheâs failing to stifle a giggle through the speaker.
âOkay okay, youâre clearly wiped. Iâll let you go,â She says. âGoodnight, YuutaâÂ
âNight, (y/n)âÂ
Heâs asleep before she even ends the call, drawn back into rest by the suddenly comfortable bedding and the sweet echo of her laughter playing in his mind.
â©âË.ââŸââșââ§
(y/n) had been adamant about having their movie night the same night he gets back to Tokyo. With the jet lag and the time difference keeping him awake against his wishes, she was sure that having a relaxed evening inside would be the best way to ease him back into being at home.
Yuuta, on the other hand, tried to make it clear that they didnât have to rush into it. His flight would land at eleven in the evening, and he was sure he wouldnât even be back to campus before midnight. While it might have felt like early afternoon to him, (y/n) would have already had a full day of lessons and training, and likely be exhausted by that time.
However she was stubborn. It didnât matter how much he tried to persuade her otherwise, she remained certain that she would stay awake long enough to greet him and have a simple, fun night set up for them.
And who was he to fight too hard against it anyways? The idea of her going through the trouble and wanting to stay up so late just to see him gave him energy for the whole day. He was smiling through customs, bouncing his leg waiting to board, texting her as much as possible before heâd have to put his phone on airplane mode, and greeting every employee and flight attendant with so much delight it was infectious. Heâd even gotten an extra package of goldfish for his delightful friendliness.
Heâs as quick as can be picking up his checked luggage and rushing out of the airport. Anyone who saw might have thought he was late, but in actuality he was trying to be as early as possible. Heâd practically crashed into Ijichi, almost racing past him, but just as quickly recognition flashed in his eyes and he gave the manager a bone crushing hug, forgetting his strength.
The man was alarmed by the affection, awkwardly patting the boyâs back before stepping out of the embrace and nervously laughing. He leads Yuuta out of the building and towards the sleek black car thatâs waiting to take him home. Yuutaâs positively buzzing the whole ride. Itâs obvious that Ijichi is tired, itâs almost the middle of the night after all, but he does find some amusement in Yuutaâs pure and unfiltered excitement.
However when the boy shouts for a pit stop at a local twenty-four hour grocery shop, the man almost drives the car right off the road, slamming on the brakes and pulling over roughly enough to wake him up completely. If Yuuta notices the harsh driving maneuvers, he doesnât say anything. Simply grabbing his wallet and rushing inside the building. Ijichi swears all these kids pumped full of muscles and adrenaline would be the death of him.
Yuuta comes back with a full paper bag and a grin, thanking the manager as they continue the drive home without a hitch.
He shouldnât have the energy he does when they arrive, but Ijichi watches in shock as Yuuta easily carries all of his bags and the delicate groceries and breaks into a full sprint for the dorms, hollering one last thank you as he does.
Heâs unceremonious as he drops his things in his room. There is a certain comfort in being back in a space he can contently call his own, but the welcome home nap he was so eager to take in his own bed could wait. He leaves his things and is swept away by his own two feet as he hurries down the hall.
Thereâs the faintest of light peeking out under only one door, all the others tightly shut and seemingly dark inside. It was past midnight, and there were lessons first thing tomorrow morning. Heâs hesitant for only a second as he reaches the door, but adrenaline takes over again and heâs knocking as quietly as he can.
He can barely hear someone inside, although he doesnât make out any real words. Just to be safe, he knocks again.
âHâllo?â A tired voice calls back a little louder this time.
Yuutaâs hand is shaking when he reaches for the latch and slides the door open, just barely peeking inside.
Heâd seen (y/nâs) room maybe once in passing, but he hadnât taken a real glance, and definitely never stepped inside. Now, he takes it all in with his face lit up in pure astonishment.
Itâs decorated with string lights, soft and twinkling slowly here and there. Just enough to give some ambience without it being overpowering. Her small television is flickering with the title screen of her adored movie. Sheâs curled up in a heap of blankets on the bed, and for a few seconds he thinks sheâs asleep. But her head tiredly lifts to see who her visitor was, and like a switch, sheâs full of energy.
âYuuta!âÂ
His name falls from her lips in soft awe, and sheâs throwing her blankets back and sitting upright, shifting to get out of bed. Yuutaâs beaming back at her, stepping into the room and turning to slide the door shut behind him. The others would be quite annoyed if they were to be woken up at this hour.
Sheâs stumbling a bit towards him, her arms outstretched and her face in a lazy grin. It takes no time at all for her to cross the room and throw her arms around him to hug him tightly. Yuutaâs careful to hold his bag of goodies to the side so they donât get crushed when he reciprocates the tight hug.
He hadnât hugged her before he left for Africa. He hadnât hugged anyone, actually. Just waved as he bid them goodbye. Hugging her now feels like something heâd waited for for ages, and finally getting to hold her against him has his heart soaring.
âYouâre finally home,â Sheâs smiling into his chest, and pulls away only so she can grin up at him, properly taking in his pretty eyes and longer hair. Sheâs just about to comment on the change in style before she notices the bag in his hand, and focuses on it instead. âDid you bring gifts?â She asks with a playful smirk.
âUh- yeah, I mean, sorta,â He stammers, his face getting warmer than he wouldâve liked as he opens the bag and glances inside, suddenly apprehensive about handing them to her. âItâs not from Africa, but they are necessities,â He tells her.
(y/n) raises a brow curiously, before prompting him to show her what he brought.
Yuutaâs sheepish as he reaches in the bag and produces a family size package of lemon flavored oreos. It seemed like a great idea when heâd picked them up, but now he feels anxiety twisting in stomach as he presents them to her.
âLemon oreos!â (y/nâs) nothing short of delighted as she takes the package from his hands, already peeling back the plastic to snatch one and take a bite right away. She hums as she finishes the cookie, her eyes twinkling with happiness as she seals the package again. âYou remembered, thank you. Weâll definitely finish those tonightâ She says with a laugh.
âDonât worry, I brought my own snack, theyâre all yoursâ He says softly. She brightens even further at the prospect.
âYou really know the way to a womanâs heart, Okkotsuâ She teases. Â
After months of getting teased over the phone, he finally gets to witness it first hand. Her cheeks are pink and her eyes shift between his and other spots around the room bashfully. He wonders if she was always so shy when sheâd teased him before.
His smile softens as he reaches into the bag again, carefully holding the other gift as he pulls it from the bag. (y/nâs) eyes widen and her lips part as she takes in the sight of the beautiful arrangement of flowers he was holding. It was simple, a pretty bouquet of lilies, lily of the valley, to be specific, she recognized them as the same white flowers scattered around the courtyard. Her eyes were locked on the bouquet as Yuuta picked around it a bit, making sure every flower was perfect and presentable.
âItâs not, uh, the most expensive bouquet in the world,â He mumbles anxiously once he deems the flowers pretty enough to hand to her.
She looks up at him as though silently asking if they were really for her, her surprise evident in the way she stared at him in soft surprise before she finally took the flowers. Her movements are slow and so, so careful, not wanting to bend a single stem out of place.
âBut, still, um,â With his hands free Yuuta begins to fiddle, scratching at the nape of his neck as he struggles to meet her gaze. âYâknow, I just wanted to⊠give you flowersâÂ
A smile breaks out across her face as she leans close to them to take in a whiff, soothed by the gentle, clean scent that fills her nose.
âI love them,â She murmurs, still staring in awe at the pretty arrangement. âCan I take a picture?â She asks, and he nods wordlessly. He finally takes in a breath of air when she turns around to grab her phone from the bed, not having realized heâd been holding it since handing her the intimate gift.
What he doesnât realize is sheâs bounding back over to him with her phone in hand, the camera flipped around so she can take a selfie of her flowers with him very much in it.
âCâmon, smile!â She giggles as she turns her phone sideways, eyeing the image of him with his blushing face and wide eyes, obviously caught off guard.
She snaps the photo when he throws up a peace sign and gives the most relaxed smile he can, his eyes closed and his cheeks undeniably pink. (y/n) admires it before tucking her phone back into her pocket and clutching the flowers close to her chest lovingly.
âThank you so much,â She gives them one last affectionate glance before tucking them carefully into a jar on her desk- after she dumped all the pens in it onto her workspace without a second thought. Yuuta almost laughed at how quickly she made the mess and left it in order for the bouquet to have a safe home. Once sheâs sure theyâre safe and sound, she turns back to him again.
Itâs funny how out of place he looks standing in her doorway. Long legs and broad shoulders taking up more space in her room than she wouldâve thought. Sheâd almost forgotten how large Yuuta was. Somehow, it made it funnier that he looked so lost. Like he didnât want to take a step, and didnât know what to do with his hands. She could tell he was trying his best to come across as comfortable as he could, but she could see the wince behind his smile, and his slowly shifting feet. Â
He looks out of place now, but she likes having him here. She likes that he smells like sandalwood, and something sweet like vanilla. She likes that heâs still holding the paper bag that heâd brought her gift in, not wanting to drop it somewhere in her room like a piece of litter. She likes that when their eyes meet he smiles, and crinkles form on his eyes that compliment his blushing face.
She likes everything about Yuuta, but right now, she likes that he was the first boy to ever bring her flowers most of all.
So despite her racing heart, she decides to tell him so.
âIâm glad you were the first guy to ever give me flowersâÂ
Yuutaâs smile drops slightly as his face softens with surprise, eyebrows raising higher when she steps even closer to him.
Heâs holding his breath again when she leans onto the tips of her toes and pressing a quick kiss to his warm cheek. The feeling of her lips brushing over his skin only makes it heat up more, and against his will he lets out a little gasp for air. (y/n) giggles when she stands flat on her feet again, her nose slightly wrinkled at her amusement at how easily Yuuta flusters.
Sheâs starting to think to herself that she should test just how much she can fluster him while heâs here, when heâs suddenly the one taking her breath away.
He steps forward to close the distance between them again, dropping the paper bag so he can slide his hands under her jaw, tilting it upwards so he can lean down and kiss her with ease. A gasp dies in the back of her throat just as his lips touch hers, the hesitation from her surprise only momentary. Â
For a soft kiss, Yuuta radiates so much passion her knees feel weak, and her hands are firm as they press into his shoulders, desperate to keep herself upright. Even his hands are gentle, their touch warm and featherlight against her face.
She longs to press impossibly closer and explore his every last dip and crevice, but for right now, everything is perfect. His gentleness, his sweetness, him, she couldnât have hoped for a more lovely first kiss.
Just as the kiss was, he pulls away slowly, forehead still touching hers. A short sigh escapes him before his lips turn into a smile. (y/n) watches as his mouth stretches and curls, her own face mirroring the expression, before her eyes flicker up to his to see heâs staring down at her.
âSorry, I-â He shakes his head, trying to find just the right words to tell her how long heâd been thinking about doing that. His mind is too foggy so he runs his mouth with abandon. âIâve just really wanted to do thatâ He murmurs.
(y/n) giggles, her face blooming with color at the blatant confession. It had her heart going haywire even more after the kiss, and any hopes of being the one to fluster him goes out the window. Sheâs putty in his hands and he must know it.
âDonât be sorry,â She whispers back, shyly averting her gaze, not that it does her any favors, heâs still cradling her face and keeping her so close that it felt there was no shying away from him. âI⊠I was hoping to talk to you, um, when you got back,â She says, the grin on her face betraying her as she tried to casually mention her feelings for him. âAbout, yâknow, hanging out more, ân stuffâÂ
Yuuta chuckles at her bashful nonchalance, nodding his head back at her with an excited gleam in his eyes.
âIâd like to hang out more and stuff,â He hums, dropping his hands from her face and nodding to where sheâd set up the movie hours earlier. âShould we start with watching your movie?âÂ
Excitement flashes in her eyes as she nods her head back at him, before taking his hand and tugging him over to the comfort of her bed.
âSettle in, your mind is about to be blown by literary perfection and cinematic masterpiece. This is their love childâÂ
He chuckles, falling into the mattress with her and getting settled against the mountain of pillows at her headboard while she searches her blankets for the remote. His chest is still vibrating with adrenaline, but as he sinks into a comfortable bed for the first time in months, he finds himself relaxing.
Despite his body feeling like it was the late afternoon, he feels as though he could go right to sleep.
It helps when (y/n) passes out first. Her body slumps against his and she snores softly against his chest. Itâs such an amusing sight he canât help but take a photo for her to wake up to in her messages. He pauses the movie so that they can pick it up from where they left off tomorrow, and then settles deeper into the cozy bed.
The comfort he felt with every text received from her, every phone call to keep him company in the last few months of being away and being alone, it seems almost personified now. Resting here beside her, simply sharing the same space, Yuuta feels the same wave of relief now. He canât help but smile to himself as he settles under the covers, being careful to not disturb her peaceful slumber.
Heâs asleep in a matter of minutes. The warmth of her body so close and the plush mattress working together to put his mind at such ease he didnât even notice he was tired until he was closing his eyes and drifting off.
It was good to be home.
â©âË.ââŸââșââ§
[ fuck it, i love you // fuck it, i love you // fuck it, i love you // i really do ]
â©âË.ââŸââșââ§
xoxo ~ jordie
a/n: gojo pays the international phone bills obviously so don't be commenting on it
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Daminette December: 3-Birthday
The class had all gotten the same notification on their phones that morning: it was Marinette's birthday.
"What do we do?" questioned Nathaniel.
"I say we ignore her." Alya equipped.
"She hasn't really been nice to us lately." Rose mumbled.
"She forgot to bring Lila's cupcakes last week!" Kim shouted.
"I say we go with Alya's idea; she knows her best." Lila declared, "If we all ignore her today, maybe she'll see how mean she's been and fix everything!"
"I dont know." Adrien replied.
"It does seem a little too much." Juleka responded.
"It'll be fine; trust me." Lila claimed, "Tomorrow she'll be apologizing and then we can do something for her, as long as she promises to be nicer."
"Okay." Majority answered.
Nino could see the hesitance on his best friend's face, "Think of it this way, Dude; it's only one day."
Adrien sighed and nodded. He hated when his birthdays went unnoticed, but he was trying to keep everyone happy.
'Today won't be so bad, right?'
Marinette got to school and they all kept their focus on their conversations. Throughout the day, they all avoided her like the plague; no one spoke a word to her. Lila didn't make one comment or spread one rumor, thinking Mari would jump at the chance to be the center of attention.
The bell rang and Adrien felt the tension leave his body. It was now after school and he could now wish his friend a happy birthday. He turned back, but she was already gone. He quickly grabbed his things and rushed out.
'I hope she wasn't disappointed. I'll explain everything and-'
"Dude? Why are you running?" Nino questioned, "Late to meet Natalie?"
"No; school's over." He smiled, "Now, I can tell Mari happy birthday!"
Nino froze as Adrien continued to rush away. He quickly brought out his phone and called his girlfriend.
"Wha-"she began.
"Adrien didn't understand the plan." He announced, "He's on his way to see, Mari."
He heard several gasps and rustles of bags.
'Guess they're on their way.'
The class was frozen on the stairs as Marinette happily ran into some guy's arms and kissed him.
"Happy Birthday, Habibiti." He spoke, "How was your day?"
Marinette smiled, "It's was the best day, ever!"
'Best?'
'Best day ever?'
'But.....we ignored her.'
'We didn't tell her happy birthday.'
'We didn't even get her presents!'
"Your brothers sent me presents a week ago and told me open them when I woke up." She continued, "I already thanked them."
"Well for my gift, we have to go to your place and get ready for dinner." He smiled, "Tom and Sabine are getting ready as we speak."
"Marinette...has a boyfriend?"
"How did we not know?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Since when?"
"So why is she being mean to Lila?"
Adrien was broken out of his shock, when his driver started honking the horn.
"Adrien." Nino spoke.
"I got to go." he answered, "I'll tell her tomorrow. She seems busy."
'He really wanted to tell her.'
Adrien sat in his car and waited until his driver pulled away to take out a small box with a small ribbon on it. He noticed his driver looking at him.
"She was busy all day." he whispered, sadly, "I didn't get a chance."
His driver motioned to turn around.
Adrien shook his head, "She already has plans. I don't want to interrupt."
His driver gave his one last look before focusing on the road. The model took that time to open the box and stare at the ladybug necklace he had bought. On the back read 'My Everyday Ladybug'.
The next day, everyone was shcoked to see Marinette and her boyfriend, Damian Wayne, all over social media. Alya quickly googled in his name, tryign to figure out what was going on. Why was Marinette suddenly so famous?
The truth hit her like a tone of bricks. There were millions of pictures of Marinette with Damian online. She learned that Damian was the son to an international billionare and they had met on a family trip to Paris a few years ago. Years. That single word rang deep. How had they not known Marinette was seeing this guy for years? She quickly sent the information into their group chat. Lila growled as she read the word: billionare.
'How could she have the luck to find a billionaire's son and date him?'
They all had so many questions for her. They all quickly got ready for school. Lila sat in her seat quietly as everyone around her talked about Marinette. They all were shouting out questions to ask her.
Why hasn't she told them she was seeing anyone?
What about her old crushes?
How soon after they met did they start dating?
Who asked out who?
How did they ask out the other?
Was the thing between her and Lila a giant misunderstanding?
Lila just nodded her head, going along, trying to figure out a new plan of action. Marinette had all the power now. She had the power to ruin her story. She had the power to tell the class the truth. She had the power to get her boyfriend to look into her life. She had the power to ruin her life, the way she had ruined hers. What she didn't count on, was Marinette never showing up to class. The class began to wonder if she had food poisoning. Maybe her boyfriend was still in Paris and he took her out. Unanimously, they decided to go to the bakery after school and ask.
"Marinette left Paris." Sabine spoke.
'Huh?'
"What do you mean?" asked Rose.
"When will she be back?" questioned Mylene.
"Since when do you suddenly care?" retorted Tom.
The class shifted uncomfortably. They had never seen the bakers so hostile towards them.
"We have been working with Damian, his family, and the board to get her out of that school and transferred to where she feel safe." Sabine declared, "We packed up all her things, while she was at school, and she left on the red eye. Don't suddenly pretend to be friends with our daughter when none of you wished her a happy birthday."
"You should be lucky that she convinced Damian not to go to the police with the death threats she was receiving." Tom added.
'Death threats?'
'What?'
'Who threatened Marinette?'
'Why was she getting threats?'
'Who hates her that much?'
"She just wanted to be far away, as possible, and now she is." Tom continued, "She never has to think about you all, again."
Sabine huffed, "And don't bother calling her, she got a new number. I believe the police commissioner's daughter was going to help her set up her new social media accounts and have them fire walled, by the best."
Tom smiled, "It's great that the police are so close with Damian's family."
Tom and Sabine looked at the children, daring them to say anything. They began to squirm under their parental gaze and turned to leave. Adrien stood there, slowly pulling out the tiny box and placed it on the counter.
With tears in his eyes, he whispered, "Tell her happy birthday for me." and left.
"Hey." Nino spoke, placing his hand on his best friend's shoulder.
Adrien quickly turned and they could all see he was crying.
"All I was to do, yesterday, was tell Marinette happy birthday!" he shouted, "And now I never will! I never should have gone along with your stupid plan!"
"Uh, Dude." Kim began.
"Father was right about you!" he continued, "You're nothing but a bad influence!"
Adrien quickly turned the corner and rushed into his car down the street.
Alya stepped close to Nino, and whispered, "He didn't mean it, Babe. He's upset; that's all."
Nino couldn't help but feel his friendship was over.
Adrien hadn't shown up to school in two days and the class was starting to get antsy.
'Had they really messed up with two of their friends?'
Concerned, Lila decided to confront Adrien head on and showed up at the Agreste manor.
"Miss Rossi." Natalie spoke, "Give me one moment."
She smiled, thinking she'd be let inside. She turned towards the gates, but heard Mr. Agreste himself call out to her.
"Mr Agreste." She smiled, not expecting him to talk to her over the speaker.
"You're fired, Miss Rossi." he spoke.
"What?" Lila questioned, frozen.
"Adrien told me about your plan to alienate Miss Dupain-Cheng from the class." Gabriel continued, "He explained how he forced you to tell one more lie after you falsely accused her in the first place. Using my jewlery as a 'hand-me-down' trinket!"
"But she-" Lila tried to argue.
"And now I find out that any future endeavors with Wayne Enterprises are null and void!" he shouts.
Lila remained silent, realizing her lies had not only cost her access to Adrien but from furthering her career.
"Adrien is no longer in Paris. He went to boarding school, out of his own free will." Gabriel declared, "He only went to François Dupont to be with Miss Bourgeois. Since they no longer have a relationship and he sees the class turned against his best friend, he decided to finish school early. He enrolled into high school and will graduate in a few years, ahead of your so-called class. My son is out of your reach, Miss Rossi."
The screen went dark. Lila turned and walked away, not realizing Nino was hiding behind one of the posts of the gate. He heard everything. Sobbing, he texted everyone what he just heard.
The next day, Lila walked into class smiling.
"Adrien is visiting family at the moment." she spoke, "He'll be back soon."
"Marinette was right." Alix scoffed, "You really are a liar."
'Huh?'
"Why would you say that?" Lila asked, pretending to sniffle.
"'Cuz I went to aska bout Adrien and heard the whole conversation between you and his Old Man, Miss Former Model." Nino stated, glaring at her.
Lila looked around the class and realized ling wasn't going to get her anywhere, anymore. She scowled and stomped out of the class. No one said anything, but they all knew they messed up and all because they hadn't said 'Happy Birthday' to a true friend.
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pepero day mishaps with riize !
summary â.á they mistakenly grab a box of condoms instead of your usual pepero snack <3 (as referenced from here) content warning â.á condom mentions, slightly suggestive, secondhand embarrassment maybe.
a/n; i know it's already the 12th... </3
âââ : embarrassed, please go easy on him
shotaro:
it would be the first time shotaroâs ever celebrated pepero day with someone meaningful, wanting to commemorate it by buying you a box before he came to pick you up. heâd show up at your place, smiling brightly as he hands you the box. shotaro would be excited about today, telling you there were a lot of things he wanted to do with you, like the pepero game or getting to decorate a piece for each other. you wouldnât know any better though, surprised to see packs of condoms inside the box instead of the familiar foil packet that had pepero in it. youâd pour a few out on your hand, still in denial, making shotaro panic once he realizes. heâd be embarrassed, apologizing over and over again as he snatches the box out of your hands. needless to say, heâd be bummed out the entire day, still bothered by the unintentional blunder he made. putting a smile on shotaroâs face wouldnât be difficult though, going back outside to buy actual boxes of pepero this time and doing all of the things he wanted to try just to make him feel better.
seunghan:
i just know seunghan takes made-up events like this seriouslyâ this is serious business for him. he would have planned out an entire date, along with his gift and a letter to show how much he appreciates being with you on pepero day. it would be romantic just like he planned and as he opens the box, hand scrambling inside to reach for the pepero snack, he pulls out a handful of condom packets instead. seunghan would freeze in shock, the romantic atmosphere crumbling down in an instant. youâd be laughing at the incident, laughing even more at the look on his face. it would take a lot before seunghan recovers, having to seek comfort in your arms because he canât believe he was careless. heâd explain to you that the packaging was different from their normal ones that he just wanted to give it to you so youâd feel special </3 you'd coo at him, reassuring him that you understood what he was trying to do and that he shouldn't be this shy over condoms lmaoo
anton:
itâd be funny ngl. anton walking in a random convenience store at six in the morning and grabbing a red box reminiscent of the pepero packaging without even checking, all because youâve been texting him last night about how excited you were for today. youâd wake up to anton hugging you from behind, the red box placed in front of you. it would put a smile on your face, appreciating the gesture even though anton never got the point of pepero day. excited, youâd open it up, getting mixed signals when you see condoms instead of your favorite biscuit sticks. anton was always the type to show affection through his actions so you werenât too surprised that he went out of his way to 'ask' in this way. he would stir awake to you hugging him back, wondering why you were being affectionate. once you explain to him what he brought you, heâd be confused, scrambling to check with his own eyes. anton would pull out various excuses, like how itâs too early in the morning or even pull the foreigner excuse, cheeks and ears bright red out of embarrassment.
âââ : works out in their favor
eunseok:
did he do it on purpose? who knows. eunseok for sure wouldâve found it amusing nonetheless. a quick trip to the convenience store meant that he only grabbed the first thing that caught his attention, whether it was subconsciously or he really didnât know was all up in the air. you couldnât really blame him though, the boxes were similar and stacked next to each other. conveniently, you also just ran out of condoms so it works out perfectly. finding out that he bought the wrong thing wouldnât even faze him, blushing as he laughs. if it was any other day, heâd be too ashamed to even say anything but âgiftingâ you a box of condoms felt appropriate for an event like today. once you two have settled down, maybe even got an actual box of the snack, eunseok would lay beside you, pulling you in his embrace as you held the box of condoms. heâd praise their marketing sense, mumbling about how he wants to see how good the quality is next so you could write a review afterwards or whatever ;;;
sungchan:
regardless of the event, youâre getting spoiled no matter what because sungchan would definitely be the type to get one of each, the box of condoms accidentally getting added in the mix. heâd sit you down on his lap, going through every single box and feeding one of each to you by mouth. he might even sneak in a little kiss in between just to stay true to the pepero day shenanigans. you would have gone through half of the boxes by this point, the mood starting to get hot and heavy. the moment sungchan grabs the condom packet, heâd stare at it curiously before glancing back at you, a playful smile growing on his face. sungchan wouldnât even have the time to feel embarrassed because he knows you feel the same way as he does.
sohee:
i like to think that sohee would know, laughing at the drawing on the box (itâs pepero characters with the unrolled condom on their heads). heâd find it funny, buying one along with a box of pepero for you like he planned on doing. heâd even share it to the boysâ group chat, jokingly warning them to be careful </3 sohee would hide the fact that he knows, wanting to surprise you with it. clueless, youâd give sohee a kiss on the cheek, thanking him for the pepero day gift. it would kill him if you started taking photos of it to post on your socials, holding back his laugh as he watched you. sohee would start to feel guilty at how happy you look though, hugging you from behind and telling you to try opening the box. you would be the one panicking in this case, quickly grabbing your phone and deleting all stories and posts you've made of it </3
âââ : the secret third option
wonbin:
poor guy would've went out to buy out an entire stock to make it into a bouquet because he's seen it on social media. wonbin likes doing romantic gestures and he'd be satisfied with himself afterwards, proudly showing the bouquet off as he comes pick you up for your date. you would have to ask him if he walked around while carrying it, which he smiles at and nodsâ your shoulders moving up and down as you try your best not to burst out laughing in front of his face. it would take him a while to realize, face paling when you explained to him that these boxes did not contain the sweet snack you both knew. seconds later, wonbinâs knees would give out from embarrassment, wailing and beating himself up for not checking. heâd start to connect all the weird glances he got, especially from the cashier, feeling even more embarrassed the more he thought about it. your pepero day date would be cancelled and a movie night will have to do (and maybe put one of the eleven boxes he bought to good use)
#riize#riize imagines#riize soft hours#shotaro imagines#eunseok imagines#sungchan imagines#wonbin imagines#seunghan imagines#sohee imagines#anton imagines#à«ź > †< àŸàœČá#ddolfluffs#ddlz: headcanons#ddlz: osr#ddlz: ses#ddlz: jsc#ddlz: pwb#ddlz: hsh#ddlz: lsh#ddlz: lcy
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This is a little sterek college AU (are they human are they werewolves who knows) one shot that I wrote on my phone with no beta or editing So apologies for the errors! The premise is a little vauge on purpose in case I want to expand this into a full story later but basically its an "Everyone grew up together" kind of vibe. Made Derek only 3 years older to make him still being in college realistic. Enjoy!
The car slowing to a stop woke Stiles. Blinking around and not fully conscious he asked confused:
"Are we there already?"
Derek glanced over from the driver's seat and chuckled.Â
"No we still have like three hours. It's just a traffic jam."Â
"Oh," stiles sat up a little straighter and looked around, clearly still half asleep. "We'll still get there early right?"Â
"Yeah, gps says we'll arrive at 1, so plenty of time for move in," Derek assured as the traffic began inching forward.Â
"Good, I need to talk to the housing department," Stiles pulled out his phone, fingers moving rapidly as he typed.Â
Derek smiled indulgently. It was Stiles freshman year of college and Derek had never seen him so excited.Â
"To get your key?" Derek prompted when Stiles didn't elaborate.Â
"No, I need to see if they have any empty rooms," Stiles tone was almost vague, his attention on his phone. "Or any double rooms with only one occupant. Here look there's an alternative route-"Â
"I'm sorry what?" Derek cut Stiles off. "You have to ask about a room? Stiles it's move in day! The day you move in!"Â
"Yeah so I have to get a room to move into," Stiles rolled his eyes. "So the earlier the better! Here, take the next exit so we can get around-"Â
"Mieczyslaw Genim Stilinski!!" Derek didn't roar, they were in a closed car but it was a close thing.Â
"Hey hey hey, why are you middle naming me?" Stiles demanded. "Forget that, why are you first naming me?!"
"Because your father isn't here to do it!" Derek growled. "You don't have a place to live?"
"Well I did! But then Scott decided to room with Allison instead and I told him not to worry about it but when I called the place we were going to rent from they said I couldn't rent a two bedroom as one person so yes I'm going to talk to housing when we get there!" Stiles waved his hands around as he spoke, getting more agitated. "What else was I supposed to do?"
"I don't know, stiles, ask the adults in your life for help?" Derek pointed out.
"Dad has enough on his plate and I had already told him scott and I were set," Stiles sounded embarrassed.Â
"Your father is not the only adult in your life," Derek reminded, though not harshly. "What about my parents, hell Laura would have been happy to help or I don't know me??"
"Your parents were busy getting cora all set up," Stiles pointed out. "And I thought about calling Laura but her semester just started too..."
"And me?" Derek prompted. "I'm not exactly new at this!"Â
"Honestly I forget you're an adult too," Stiles admitted sheepishly.Â
"Stiles!" Derek groaned almost closing his eyes but the traffic began moving again and he focused back on the road.Â
"I know I know!! That's why I want to get there early, so I can get this sorted out with the housing department!" Stiles desperately explained again before holding out his phone again. "So can we take the alternate route?"Â
"What if you moved in with me?"Â
Stiles jaw dropped and he half lowered the phone. Derek wasn't looking at him, the older man's eyes on the road but he was growing in thought.Â
"What?"
"Move in with me," Derek repeated. "It's small but you wouldn't have to worry about rent, you could save the money you make at your job. It's technically off campus but it's not far to walk. There's also a bus stop out front-"Â
"But you hate having roommates!" Stiles interrupted. "And isn't it a one bedroom?"Â
"Yeah it's a little place but we can make it work. And you're not a stranger so I think I'll be fine," Derek smiled slightly. "What do you say?"Â
"Okay," Stiles was almost breathless. "If you're really sure..."
"I'm sure Stiles. Now we've still got like two and a half hours to go so go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when we get there."Â
"Okay," Stiles said again, smiling this time. "Thanks Der."Â
"You're welcome," Derek responded with a smile.Â
*****
"I'm sorry I have so many books," stiles frowned apologetic as they hauled the last two boxes up the stairs to the apartment.Â
"It's fine, Stiles, I promise," Derek said for what felt like the hundredth time.Â
They dropped the boxes by the half full bookshelves in the small living room before pausing to take a break.Â
Heading to the kitchen Derek pulled a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, silently greatful he had come the week before to clean and stock the apartment. It hadn't been used in months and had been dusty. Derek had wanted move in day to have as minimal work as possible so he had come to prepare.Â
"Are you sure about me not paying rent?" Stiles worried voice pulled Derek from his thoughts.Â
"I told you it's fine. I don't pay rent, why would I make you pay rent?" Derek held out a water bottle to Stiles. "My parents own the building, specifically so family can use it without having to worry about paying for accommodations. There's always a few units empty. This one has been mine since I started school."Â
"If you're sure," Stiles relented. "Do we need any groceries? I can make a run!"Â
"Sure," Derek started but he was interrupted by a knock on the door and it swinging open.Â
"Hey nerd, how's unpacking going?"Â
Both men turned to see Erica kicking off her shoes by the door.Â
"Hey Erica!" Stiles greeted brightly. "It's going pretty good! We got the sleeping arrangements sorted first then hauled everything in!"Â
Erica froze for half a second at the sight of stiles before smiling.Â
"What are you doing here?" She asked
"Oh I'm living here," stiles glanced between his two friends "did Derek not tell you?"Â
"He did not," Erica gave Derek a pointed look and the older man rolled his eyes.Â
"Cut me some slack, I didn't even know until like 3 hours ago!" Derek gave Stiles a face. "Someone thought they could show up on move in day and just find a place to stay!"
"Oh?" Erica grinned and Stiles blushed.Â
"I'm going to go get some groceries now," he muttered avoiding Erica's eye and she laughed.Â
"Whatever Batman," Erica plopped on the couch, pulling out her phone. "Bring me back some chocolate?"Â
"Sure," Stiles agreed easily. "I won't be long!"Â
"Ok be safe and call me if you get lost!" Derek said sternly.Â
"This isn't the preserve Derek, GPS actually works here so I think I'll be fine!" With that stiles left, waving as he pulled the door closed.Â
As soon as she hears the door latch Erica jumped up rouding on Derek.Â
"This is a terrible idea!!" She exclaimed. "Why would you even suggest it?"Â
"If you're gonna lecture at least help me unpack his books," Derek answered, dodging the question.Â
"Seriously Derek, what were you thinking?" Erica grabbed a box and began opening it.Â
"Well I wasn't gonna let him be homeless!" Derek hissed. "He's my best friend-"
"Who you've been in love with since you were what 8?" Erica crossed her arms.Â
"If we're getting technical since I was 3," Derek admitted.Â
Erica did the quick mental math before asking:
"God Derek, was he even born??"Â
"Um not yet."Â
"Derek!" Erica groaned. "What are you going to do if he brings someone home? You'll be in jail for murder!"Â
"I'm not that jealous!" Derek said defensively.
"No but you are that protective!" Erica countered.Â
"It won't be a problem anyway, Stiles isn't going to bring anyone home," Derek said dismissively.Â
"Are we talking about the same stiles?" Erica raised an eyebrow. "Stiles stilinski? The boy who dated Lydia Martin! Stiles stilinski who dated your sister and your cousin not to mention half the lacrosse team! Say what you want but that boy can pull!"Â
"Okay so we cross that bridge when we get there!" Derek continued putting books on the shelves, avoiding Erica's eye for a moment.Â
"Yeah okay," Erica crossed her arms. "We'll see how that goes."Â
"You want a tour or what?" Derek huffed, changing the subject.Â
"Obviously," Erica grinned. "Why else do you think I came over?"Â
Derek refrained from rolling his eyes and gestured for the young woman to follow him. He gave a quick tour of the living room and kitchen before opening the door to the bedroom.Â
"There's only one bed?!" Erica rounded on Derek, her disbelief written across her face.Â
"It's a king, we can share," Derek shrugged. "We have before."
"This is going to end so badly. This is a disaster," Erica stood dumbfounded. "Seriously what were you thinking?"Â
*****
"I was thinking 'hey one less thing to stress over' Scott I wasn't thinking about how in each other's space it would be!" Stiles nearly threw his hands up in exasperation. "I didn't exactly have another option!"Â
"You should have told me! Allison and I could have got a bigger place or you an I could have done this first semester together and she and I could have moved in together next semester!" Scott's worried voice came over the phone and stiles could almost see Scott nervously pacing.Â
"It's Derek Scott, it'll be fine!" Stiles tried to sound confident.Â
"Who you've been in love with since you were old enough to walk!" Scott pointed out.
Stiles groaned.Â
"I know, I know. But honestly, how bad can this be?"Â
#teen wolf#sterek#derek hale#stiles stilinski#college au#there's only one bed#Erica reyes#Erica reyes is the voice of reason#one shot#mutual pining
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Hello! First off, congrats on your mumâs businessđââïž
Hereâs a one shot request that you can shape to your liking:
f!reader overhears Enoch talk badly about her and an argument arises. The classic miscommunication trip hahah
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Leak Death
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Pairing: Enoch OâConnor x fem!reader.
Summary: Enoch has refused to let anyone else know of your relationship for months but still acts out when someone else takes an interest.
Warnings: Not beta or proofread. Use of Y/n. Slight mentions of an OC character.
Word Count: 2.4k
Note: Hi, lovely! Youâre so kind, Iâll be sure to pass your congratulations along <3 First time writing Enoch dialogue so I hope you enjoy!
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âY/n?â His fist rapped against the wood of your door, each tap sounding through your room with the same erratic pounding of your heart. You donât answer him, huddling deeper into the corner of your bed, against the wall.
He doesnât let up.
Your name is called two times more, said through a gradually thickening accent. Your bottom lip wobbles. The longer he speaks the more his words echo through you, forming half collerative truths.
Enoch had always told you the truth, harshly said or not and heâd always been able to read you like a book. It was lovely when youâd been new to the loop, something you could easily latch onto and take comfort in. But now, when he knew everything about you, spilled from your lips and dripped from your soul⊠Enoch couldnât keep your secrets, only his own.
âY/n, please!â He pleads, his knocks fading into silence.
âSheâs pathetic.â
Pathetic. Thatâs what he thought of you and Enoch never lied. Never to you, never about you.
âIâm s- Iâm sorry.â The apology is forced through gritted teeth, as foreign to your ears as it was his tongue and to you, nothing but insincere. âPlease just open the door?â
âHer peculiarity was intriguing to me at first too. Now I know itâs nothing but an inconvenience to us, a curse really.â
You are cursed. One touch of your body in the wrong place and you risk the possibility of unintentionally taking someoneâs life. Poison runs through your ulnar veins and produces a slick substance on your wrists, never ending and never washing away, no matter how hard you scrub it always comes right back. A brush of the skin there or a leak through your gloves, everything becomes unsafe.
âThereâs been countless times weâve had to spend the day out just because she caught her glove on something. You think youâd be safe kissing her? Holding her hand? Youâd die quick and painful. The loop couldnât save you.â
The poison acts quick, leaking through most fabrics and seeping right through the pores of any skin it touches. Death is almost instantaneous once itâs been touched.
âSheâs a walking hazard.â He scoffed. âShe leaks death.â
You are always a hazard. Youâll always leak death.
You donât always have to be pathetic.
Your door shakes under the weight of his fist once again. His voice has stayed quiet until now, speaking as though you were conversing face to face. âY/n,â He pleads louder. âPlease. If you just open the door, I can explain. Or- or donât open it and just let me know youâre listening.â
You scoot to the edge of your bed, shoving your blanket to the side. The mattress squeaks lightly under you and you cringe, praying he didnât hear and take it as a sign to keep talking. Trying your hardest to stay quiet, you shuffle over to the door.
The brass of the door handle makes a funny noise against the leather of your glove, squeaking as your fingers curl around it.
Enoch is silent on the other side and you wonder for a second if maybe heâd given up like youâd earlier knew he would but then his voice sounds again, only this time heâs not speaking to you.
âWhat do you want, Emma?â He spits, a dagger of defence spearing through the silence.
You pause, every breath feeling too loud, too incriminating.
âYouâre a jerk, Enoch.â Emma claims. You can almost picture how she stands, tall with her shoulders back and frowning in the way only she can, sure and disappointed. âI canât believe you.â
âLeave. This has nothing to do with you.â Enoch snarls.
This Enoch was more familiar to you, angry and defensive always. This was the Enoch youâd met way back when, fresh to the loop and in need of a friend. This was the Enoch who could only ever keep his own secrets, have his own back.
âY/n is my friend. This has everything to do with me.â Emma defends, scoffing loud enough for you to hear. âYouâre a jerk. How many times did Miss Peregrine have to convince us that there was nothing wrong with our peculiarities despite what non-peculiars had to say about them? All for you to become a part of the problem.â
âYou donât think I know that?â He spits. âIâm trying to apologise, so just go away, Emma.â
âNo!â She exclaims. âYou do this all the time! Youâve treated her badly since you met her, the only difference this time was that she didnât just let it happen.â
Your heart pangs. They all knew. They all knew how much of a pushover you are, how pathetic you are. Embarrassment gnaws at your gut.
âY/n is more than capable of sticking up for herself.â Enoch says firmly, his accent twanging into a growl. âDonât make her out to be stupid. You're not around to see it.â
Emma stays silent for a moment. âYou think that makes what you say acceptable?â
Itâs a rhetorical question really but Enoch answers anyway, with words you never expected to roll off his tongue. âNo.â He grits. âBut my girlfriend is more than capable of telling me if she has a problem, she doesnât need your help.â
Your breath catches in your throat. Your hold on the handle tightening.
Thereâs a collective gasp through the hallway that causes your eyebrows to furrow, the sound much too loud to be only Emma.
You open the door before you can really think about what youâre doing, coming face to face with the wide eyes of your loop-mates. Miss Peregrine stands behind them, her sharp gaze flitting sternly between you and Enoch. When her eyes catch yours she stares for a long moment, one that has your heart pausing for a whole new reason, before she smiles softly.
âCome along, children,â She beckons, gesturing to the stairs beside her. âI think Enoch and Y/n have some things to discuss.â
The youngest of the children go without question, muttering between themselves as they glance between you and Enoch with unbidden excitement. Olive gives you a long glance before she follows, one that you canât quite decipher the meaning of but donât yet care much for.
Jacob, Emma and Sam all linger. Emmaâs mouth gapes and snaps shut twice before she turns to you. âY/n?â Her wide eyes glimmer with question, straying only to further scan you. You shuffle uncomfortably, her eyes scorching your skin.
âEmma?â You murmur back, avoiding her piercing gaze.
âGirlfriend?â
âI-â You take a deep, grounding breath. âMaybe? Iâmâ Iâm sorry for not⊠telling you.â
Emma clenches her jaw. âWhy didnât you?â She spits.
You ignore the tightening of your throat. Jacob steps forward, resting a grounding hand in the crook of her shoulder. Emma seems to sense something in the touch, taking a small step back into his chest.
You stammer over a few words, trying to scramble together a response that wouldnât paint Enoch in a bad light.
Youâre not sure why youâre still trying to protect him, still defending his case even when you didnât agree, didnât understand it but you are; youâre not sure youâll ever be able to stop.
Words fail you.
But like he always does, Enoch reads you like a yawning book, wide and full of secrets. He does something heâs only ever done once. âItâs my fault,â He takes the blame. âI didnât want anyone to know. It wasnât anyoneâs business.â Even if it was his fault.
âOf course it was.â Emma says, exasperated. Raising and dropping her arm in his direction for full effect.
You see Enochâs jaw clench in the corner of your eye, pulling taught in the way youâve always loved, but he doesnât respond. You look away.
âEmma,â Miss Peregrine interrupts, tone as firm as always. âTake a minute to cool down before you get ready for super. Jake, go with her.â She instructs.
Emma takes a breath, lips forming a would be argument. One look from Miss Peregrine has her quickly relenting, her lead boots clanging roughly with the floor as she stomped down the stairs, Jacob scurrying after her without so much as a glance in your direction.
âSam.â The ymbryne calls sternly. Sam doesnât look away from you, hasnât once since you opened the door but he tilts his ear in her direction. âDownstairs to get your hands washed. Super will be ready in precisely five minutes.â
He stands dead still a few seconds longer, staring right through you with something unnerving lighting his gaze. Your skin crawls. Enoch steps before you, his shoulder shielding your face from Samâs watching eyes. As angry as you are with Enoch right now, you couldnât help but feel safer with him before you.
Samâs smile is sharp as he finally looks away, something malicious gleaming his teeth as he finally pivots and travels down the creaky stairs, muttering a âyes, Miss Peregrineâ along the way.
âDonât take too long, children.â Miss Peregrine says as she steps towards the stairs. âWe wouldnât want you to be too late to super, would we?â
âNo, Miss Peregrine.â You and Enoch murmur simultaneously.
Enoch turns to you the second you can no longer hear her footsteps, gripping you by the waist and walking you backwards into your room before you can protest. The door clicks shut loudly behind you, forced closed by the toe of his shoe.
âI know you donât want to talk to me right now,â He rushes out. âBut please just listen before you start scolding.â
You choose to stay silent out of pure curiosity to what excuse he could pull together, ready and willing to call him out. If anything, heâd buttered you up by believing you were capable of scolding him.
âThe others were playing one of their undeniably idiotic games again and he- Sam expressed a⊠liking for you.â He spat like the words were poison in his mouth.
You furrowed your brows, waiting. Nothing more came from him. âThatâs it?â You scoff.
âThatâs it.â He confirms, fingers twitching against your sides. You shove him off in frustration.
âAre you pulling my leg?â You frown. âYou said all that you said because Sam might like me? Thatâs it? Are you kidding me, Enoch?â
Enoch narrows his eyes at you. âMight? He might as well have had Fiona grow you a flower garden.â
âI donât care!â You snarl, exasperated. âYou called me pathetic, a walking hazard! You said I leak death! You humiliated me, you backstabbed me. You used my words to make me look bad. I trusted you! I trusted you and you took advantage of it!â
âI was trying to make him leave you alone!â Enochâs bellow echoes through your room, loud enough that youâre sure the others heard him too.
You inhale deeply, your shoulders dropping with defeat. âWhat does it matter anyway?â You heave a rough sigh.
He pauses, chest rising and falling erratically. âWhat?â
âWhat does it matter?â You repeat, swallowing. âHe didnât know we were together. No one knows weâre together. Hell, half the time I don't even know if weâre together!â
âI-â He starts, face dark with anger before taking a deep breath. âYouâre right. Youâre right, Iâm sorry.â
âYou said I was cursed, Enoch.â You whisper. His frown deepens. âIs that what you think of me? You think holding my hand and kissing me is nothing but dangerous? Is that why you wonât let me tell, so you donât have to do those things?â
âNo!â He exclaims, stepping forward with an outstretched hand. âNo. You think I would be with you if I thought all those things? You think death through love scares me? I-â
âYou said those things, Enoch, not me.â You interrupt, pointing an accusing finger into his chest.
âI know!â He snarls. âI was just trying to get him to leave you alone. I know he makes you worry. I was saying the things I thought would scare him, not me.â
âIt had to come from somewhere, Enoch OâConnor.â You growl back, fisting his shirt. âYou think those things. Probably always have. Stop treating me like Iâm naive.â
âYouâre not naive, Y/n.â His tongue pokes out to softly wet his lips, a subtle nervous gesture youâd never been able to take your eyes away from. âI- I have thought them.â He looks away from you, guilty.
Your heart hurts as you take a step back, unfisting his shirt. It was different to hear it come from his mouth than you just thinking it; it cut much deeper. Your eyes water quickly, clouding over with pooling tears that spill down your cheeks quicker than you can stop them.
âIn the beginning,â He rushes to continue, his voice thick and frantic. âWhen we first got together. I couldnât help it, it was a possibility. Is a possibility. But youâre worth the risk â and more than.â
Your lip wobbles once more, trembling uncontrollably against your words. âWhat you said was downright nasty.â You cry. âI donât think it was just the beginning.â
âIt was.â He almost pleads. âIt was. I donât care about your peculiarity because you donât care about mine. You take all the precautions, you make it safe. My peculiarity is all about the dead, I could hardly be scared of you.â
âDonât brag.â You scoff, trying to smother your emotions back down into the chest box through distraction. âYou do enough of that already.â
Enoch huffs a chuckle. âWhatever.â
âYou have a lot of making up to do for that.â You sniffle, finally glancing over at him.
âYou forgive me?â He swallows lightly, almost unnoticeable if not for the bob of his throat.
You shrug. âAre we still a secret?â
âI donât think thatâs possible anymore.â He shakes his head, dark curls ruffling with the motion.
âYour fault.â You pursue your lips.
âNever said it wasnât.â He smirks lightly. âIâll fix it. All of it.â He promises.
You relent into his lure, awaiting the upcoming weeks of him making it up to you in all the best ways with bode excitement. âI want at least a week of fights between my favourite homuncoli.â
Enoch steps up to you, the toes of his shoes meeting yours. His hands find home on your hips, pulling you flush against himself. Your cheeks flush pink.
âDeal.â He grins, leaning his head down to yours, connecting your lips with a tender passion.
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Hi! I donât know if you were already planning this but I was wondering if I could request a part 2 of your new fic âRegretsâ? Maybe like a few years later they see each other again? You can decide if itâs a happy or sad ending, I love your work!
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regrets, part 2- s.reid
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a/n: thank you so much for requesting, i think this is becomign a series !!! (aka it's got it's own google doc, yay!)
summary: 5 years after you and spencer call of the engagement, he's back in your life. For a case. obviously.
pairing: spencer reid x fem reader
warnings: fighting, brief spencer in prison mentions (nothing about the storyline though dw), set a few years after so ik he's 'no in the bau' but just go with it please.
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You didnât see him. For 5 long years in your new town of Colorado. You became a nanny for a wonderful family, you were paid well, and you were happy. That was until one fateful day.Â
When Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareou, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, and Luke Alves, showed up at the doorstep of the OâConnor family mansion.Â
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Knock knock knock
âOne second!â you shouted, juggling Annaleise, the youngest of the OâConnor children, in your arms as you tried to peel a banana for Xanderâs, the second youngest, breakfast. âXander, stop playing with your porridge, eat it!â You playfully scolded, resulting in a laughing fit from Xander, and the surrounding four children.Â
Annaleise was 2, Xander was 3, Jamie was 6, Poppy was 9, Juliet was 14, and Megan was 16. All the kids adored you, you lived with them as their parents went on various business, and pleasure trips. They were typical rich parents who didnât exactly care about their children, but you did. You cared about them alot and youâd grown to love taking care of them.
âComing!â You shouted as you bounced Annaleise in your arms and rushed to the front door.
You wished you hadnât opened it. Then, the world wouldnât have stood still. Then, you wouldnât have seen Spencer. You wouldnât have seen the awful dark rings under his eyes, his sunken and pale skin, the shock in his eyes when you came to the door with a child. âHello?âÂ
âMrs. OâConnor-â David started.Â
âIâm not Mrs. OâConnor. Sheâs on a business trip with Mr. OâConnor,â you explained quickly. Had you not been making eye-contact with David, you wouldâve seen how Spencerâs entire body untensed. The small breath of air he didnât realise heâd been holding left his mouth in a spluttering cough of sorts and Jj had to slap him on the back to stop him from choking on his own spit.Â
âMy apologies, Y/n how are you?â David had always been kind to you.Â
âFine, Iâm good David. Thank you,â you smiled. âIâm the nanny.â
âDo you mind if we come in to ask you some questions?â he asked, flipping over his FBI badge.Â
âI wouldnât mind if you came in but everyone is getting ready for school and this isnât really an ideal time. Would you like to come back later?â You asked and Emily nodded.Â
âThatâd be perfect,â she smiled. âItâs good to see you Y/n.â
âYou too,â you smiled and went back inside, 5 sets of eyes on you.Â
âWho was that?â Megan practically screamed.Â
âOld friends,â you lied, rushing back to get everyoneâs breakfast plates away, and Annaleise in his chair.
5 voices were speaking over each other, aided by Annaleiseâs incoherent babbling and you genuinely had to shout over all of them.Â
âGet in the car!â You shouted. âWeâre going to be late!â You reminded them. Soon, everyone was springing into action, grabbing their bags and packed lunches, and piling into the car, Megan and Juliet getting into Meganâs car to drive to their high school. You dropped Xander to his Montessori first, then Jamie and Poppy to their grade school.Â
All was calm in the car as Annaleise babbled to you from the backseat.Â
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âI canât tell you anything,â you answered., âI signed an NDA.â
Lukeâs eyes narrowed and he sighed. âThis is a murder case Ms.-â
âAnd I will go to prison if I break my NDA. I'm sorry and I really wish I could help you, but I canât.â
âY/n, we can get a warrant,â Jj reminded you.
âJj, I know that. Iâd honestly prefer if you did,â you sighed. âWhatâs this about anyways?â
âHuman trafficking,â David answered and you sighed. âWhen will Mr and Mrs. O'Connor be back from their trip?â
â3 weeks time,â you answered.Â
There was a collective eye roll from the entire group.Â
âAlright, Spencer stay here with Y/n while we get a warrant to search the house,â Emily ordered and both your faces fell.Â
âEmily-â He tried but she gave him a look. One that made you feel that there was no room for arguing.Â
âRight,â you stared at the ground, trying to find your footing in this new dynamic. âHi Spencer.â
âHi,â he squeaked out.
You sat in silence in the kitchen as Analeise slept in her bassinet in the next room. âDo you want a drink or anything?â You offered.Â
âJust some water, please,â he smiled softly. You grabbed a cup out of the drawer and handed him a full glass of water. For the brief split-second where you two were touching, everything felt⊠different. âHow are you?â
âIâm good, how are you?â
âIâm⊠Iâm alright, yeah,â he clearly lied.Â
âHowâs your mom?âÂ
âSheâs good,â he chuckled. âShe misses you.â
You smiled. âWell, you can always tell her that I miss her too.â
Spencer chuckled sadly at your words and nodded. âI will.â
âI like your hair,â you smiled. âIt suits you.âÂ
Spencer hadn't looked in a mirror in what⊠three weeks? He usually refused to. âThank you,â he swallowed the lump in his throat. âY-you look good too.â
âThank you,â you nodded.Â
âI shouldâve never snapped at you like that,â he shook his head, trying to keep the multitude of emotions that were threatening to spill over at bay. âIâm so sorry.â
âItâs alright. Weâre both happy now,â you shrugged. "It was a long time ago-"
âIâm not,â he admitted. âEveryday, I spend my waking moments just thinking about you. Where you went, what you were doing, everything! Anything. And now youâre here in front of me. And I don't know what to do.â
âWhat do you mean Spencer?â you asked, suddenly the air was turning sour, just like your opinion of him. âYou broke up with me.â
âAnd I wish I hadnât-â
âBut you did Spencer. You did. And I moved to another state to get away from it. And now youâre here, saying all this shit about âusâ. As if there is an âusâ anymore,â you scoffed. âThatâs a joke Spencer.â
He nodded, his eyes falling to stare at his dirty, broken converse. Youâd gotten him a pair just like these. A red pair, to match the red scarf youâd made him. For his birthday, back when you were just the cool girl he had a huge crush on. Back before you were his. Back before he ruined it all.Â
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âHappy birthday Spencer,â you smiled from your spot on his living room couch. He had been shocked that youâd even shown up, let alone brought him a present for his 25th birthday. âOpen it!â
He did. And what he would find inside was a hand-written note (one that heâd treasure forever, with the rest of the notes youâd give him while you were together), a pair of red converse in his size, and a crocheted, chunky scarf that looked warm and comfortable.Â
âI know you usually match something in your outfit, so I thought this would be good,â you smiled. âBut thereâs a gift receipt for the shoes if you donât like them. The scarf is for keeps though.â
Both of them were for keeps. You were for keeps.Â
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âIf youâd just excuse me for a moment-â he started, trying to get up but you just pulled him into a hug.
âBut Iâd really like to be friends,â you whispered. âI miss all of you. But you most of all.âÂ
His hands felt into their rightful place, around your waist as you held him close. âIâd like that.â
âMe too.â
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Canât Help Wanting You
pairing: Cassian x Reader
content warnings: pining, sparring, minor injuries from a mission
word count: 4k
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
Cassian POV
After the argument with Y/n, Cassian found himself at a loss. The fight had been loud, raw, and left jagged edges he didnât know how to smooth over. He tried to talk to her the next morning, to apologize, or at least to start some kind of repair. But she had already made her choice: she didnât yell, didnât argueâshe just stopped.
She stopped acknowledging him entirely.
She wouldnât look at him, wouldnât respond to his presence.
If they crossed paths in the hall, she would turn her head or busy herself with something else, as if he were invisible. During meals, sheâd sit at the far end of the table, laughing softly with others but never glancing his way. Even her posture was differentârigid and closed-off, her shoulders tense whenever he was near.
Cassian tried everything to bridge the gap. He lingered near her when she was training, hoping she might notice him. He offered to help with tasks theyâd usually done together, but she waved him off or ignored him entirely. He even made an awkward attempt at a joke onceâa stupid, self-deprecating thing he knew sheâd normally laugh atâbut she just turned and walked away without a word.
Her silence was worse than any argument could have been.
It crawled under his skin, filled his chest with a hollow ache.
He missed her.
Not just her presence, but the vibrancy she brought into his life.
Now, the space she left felt cold and sterile, as if sheâd taken the air with her when sheâd walked away.
Desperate for something to occupy his mind, Cassian found himself gravitating toward Nesta. She and Y/n were so much alike â it was almost scary. Except where Nesta had issues with self-loathing, Y/n did not. She was very comfortable in her own skin and who she was.
But Nesta didnât ignore him. She didnât coddle him either, which was part of what made her presence tolerable. She was just there, steady and unbothered, and that steadiness became something of an anchor.
At first, it was just sparringâan excuse to burn off the frustration simmering inside him. Nesta met him blow for blow, her sharp tongue matching her quick movements, her dry remarks pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. Later, it became sitting in silence while she read or trained or simply existed nearby. Cassian didnât have to explain himself to her. She didnât ask.
And for a while, that was enough.
Still, the void Y/n left gnawed at him. One evening, after another strained day of being ignored, he sat on the training steps beside Nesta, his head in his hands. âShe wonât even look at me anymore,â he admitted, his voice quiet, the frustration and hurt bleeding through. âNot once. Itâs like I donât exist.â
Nesta didnât look up from her book. âMaybe thatâs the point,â she said, her tone as blunt as always.
Cassian frowned, his brow furrowing. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
She turned a page, her voice calm but cutting. âMaybe sheâs waiting for you to stop running from whatever it is youâre really afraid of.â
âIâm not running,â he snapped, his frustration boiling over.
Finally, Nesta closed her book and fixed him with a piercing stare. âArenât you?â she asked, her gaze sharp and unrelenting.
Her words lingered long after sheâd gone back to her reading. Cassian didnât know what answer he could give her. All he knew was that every time Y/n avoided his eyes, every time she turned her back on him, it felt like he was losing her a little more.
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Y/n POV
You sat on the balcony that night, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as the cool night air brushed against your skin. You hadnât meant to speak, hadnât meant to voice the thoughts that had been gnawing at you since Cassianâs behavior shifted. But when Azrielâs shadowed form emerged from the doorway, his quiet presence both familiar and comforting, the words slipped out before you could stop them.
âAzriel,â you said, your voice low and uncertain. You didnât look at him, keeping your gaze fixed on the dark mountains in the distance. âWhatâs going on with Cassian and Nesta?â
Azriel paused, his sharp eyes studying you as if trying to read between the lines of your question. He moved closer, leaning against the railing, though he kept a careful distance, his shadows curling faintly around him.
âWhat do you mean?â he asked, his tone as measured and calm as ever.
Your jaw tightened, and you finally turned to look at him, your frustration bubbling to the surface. âI mean, ever since we argued, heâs been spending all his time with her. Nesta. He trains with her, talks to her, sits with herâheâs everywhere she is.â Your voice cracked slightly, and you took a breath to steady herself. âWhat is she to him?â
Azriel studied you for a moment, his face unreadable, before he shook his head. âThereâs nothing romantic between them if that is what youâre asking.â
The relief you felt was immediate, but it was fleeting. The knot in your chest remained, tightening with every unanswered question. âThen why?â you pressed, your voice rising slightly. âWhy is he always with her? Itâs like he doesnât even care that things are tense between us?â
Azrielâs gaze softened, though his voice remained calm. âBecause Nesta is easy for him right now,â he said simply. âShe doesnât push, doesnât ask questions. She gives him space to figure himself out, and thatâs what he thinks he needs.â
You frowned, your hands gripping the railing. âSo what am I, then? Someone who pushes too much? Someone who doesnât give him space?â Your bitterness was impossible to hide.
âThatâs not what Iâm saying,â Azriel replied, his voice patient but firm. He hesitated, his shadows swirling faintly as if in thought. âBut maybe⊠after all this time, Cassian doesnât see you the way he used to.â
You blinked, your frown deepening. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Azriel turned to you fully, his hazel eyes piercing. âMaybe he doesnât see you as that little girl heâs always looked out for. Maybe heâs starting to see you as a woman. A woman he truly cares aboutâsomeone who matters to him in a way that scares him.â
You let out a short, incredulous laugh, shaking your head. âThatâs ridiculous,â you scoffed, though the words sat heavy in your chest. âCassianâs known me my whole life. He doesnât think of me like that.â
Azriel raised a brow, his expression unreadable. âAre you sure about that?â
His question lingered in the air, the weight of it pressing down on you. You shook your head again, scoffing as if to dismiss the very idea, but your voice was quieter now. âCassianâs just being⊠stubborn. Heâs hiding from the fight because thatâs what he does when things get hard.â
Azriel inclined his head slightly, âAnd arenât you doing the same thing? Maybe heâs trying to figure out how to handle what heâs feeling without making it worse. And maybe thatâs why heâs leaning on Nestaâbecause sheâs safe.â
You didnât respond immediately, your mind spinning. The ideaâthat Cassian might see you differentlyâfelt too far-fetched to even entertain. Yet, deep down, a flicker of doubt stirred, unsettling and unwelcome. Finally, you shook your head, forcing a wry smile.
âI think youâre giving him too much credit,â you said, your tone light but brittle.
Azriel didnât press you further, though his gaze lingered, thoughtful and knowing. âMaybe,â he said quietly. âBut maybe itâs worth considering. For both of you.â
You leaned against the balcony railing, still reeling from the conversation about Cassian. Azrielâs words had settled deep, stirring a mix of frustration and doubt you didnât want to confront. You shook your head, trying to push it aside, and turned to him, narrowing your eyes slightly.
âWhy are you really out here, Az?â you asked, your voice sharper now. âYou donât strike me as the type to come play counselor.â
Azrielâs lips quirked into the faintest of smiles, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. âI came to talk about your upcoming mission.â
Your brow furrowed, confusion flickering across your face. âMy mission? I thought weâd be working together.â
Azriel shook his head, crossing his arms. âNot this time. Iâll be on a separate assignment, and this one is yours. Itâs dangerous, Y/nâhigh riskâbut I know you can handle it. Itâs why Iâm giving it to you.â
Your confusion deepened, mixed now with a twinge of unease. âDangerous how?â
He tilted his head slightly, as though weighing how much to tell you. âThereâs a faction operating near the borderlands, smuggling weapons and information to our enemies. Their exact alliances are unclear, but theyâve grown bold enough to disrupt some of our key trade routes. Your job is to infiltrate, gather intelligence, and, if the opportunity presents itself, dismantle their operation.â
Your stomach tightened, but you forced yourself to stand straighter, masking the flicker of nerves. âAnd youâre sending me alone?â
âYouâll have support nearby, but the mission depends on subtlety,â Azriel explained. âToo many people, too much attention, and the whole thing falls apart. This is why I chose youâyouâre precise, resourceful, and you can adapt in a way most canât. Youâre the best fit for this, Y/n.â
You exhaled, already shifting your focus to the task. âWhen do I leave?â
âThree days,â he replied. He hesitated, his tone softening slightly. âItâs come at a good time.â
Your eyes narrowed. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Azriel leaned against the railing beside her, his shadows curling faintly around him. âYou and Cassian. Whateverâs going on between you twoâitâs tense. Heâs stubborn, and youâre frustrated. Being away, focusing on something else, might help you both cool off.â
You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. âYou think distance is going to fix things?â
Azriel didnât argue, but there was something in his eyes that made her uneasy. âYou might be surprised,â he said quietly. âBut thatâs not for you to figure out right now. Focus on the mission. Itâs dangerous, but I have no doubt youâll handle it.â
âI think it might help you see things more clearly,â Azriel said evenly. âFor both of you. Cassian needs time to sort through whateverâs going on in his head.â
You nodded, pushing your doubts and emotions aside.
Three days.
That was all the time you had to prepare, to shove everything about Cassian and Nesta and the weight in your chest into a box you wouldnât open until you returned.
You would deal with the rest laterâif there was anything left to deal with at all.
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Cassian POV
The training grounds buzzed with activity, the clang of swords and the shouts of Illyrian warriors echoing through the air. Cassian stood with Nesta at the edge of the field, his arms crossed, his hazel eyes locked on Y/n. She was sparring with one of the Illyrian soldiers, her movements sharp and calculated as her sword clashed against her opponentâs.
Heâd been trying to stay patient, to let her come to him. But watching her nowâher golden-brown hair falling loose from its braid, her hazel eyes burning with focusâhis patience snapped. He couldnât take it anymore. Couldnât take the way she was ignoring him, acting as though the tension between them didnât exist.
Without a word to Nesta, Cassian stormed across the training grounds, his boots crunching against the dirt as he closed the distance between them.
âY/n,â he barked, his voice sharp and commanding.
She didnât pause, didnât even glance his way as she blocked another strike from her sparring partner. âIâm busy, Cassian.â
He ignored the warning in her tone, stepping into the ring. Her opponent froze, glancing between them, clearly unsure whether to continue.
âYouâre done,â Cassian said to the male, his tone leaving no room for argument. The soldier mumbled something under his breath before retreating, leaving her standing alone in the ring, her sword still raised.
She turned to face him, her eyes blazing. âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âIâm done waiting,â he snapped, his wings flaring slightly. âYouâre going to quit avoiding me.â
Her jaw tightened, and she lowered her sword, planting it in the dirt. âIâm not avoiding you.â
âBullshit,â he growled, stepping closer. âIâve known you since we were kids, Y/n. I know exactly what youâre doing. Youâre avoiding me because you donât want to face me after our fight.â
Her eyes narrowed, her hands balling into fists at her sides. âThere is nothing to face. You have made that perfectly clear when you decided to spend all your time with Nesta.â
âThis isnât about Nesta,â he said, his voice rising.
"Then what is this about, Cassian?" She shot back, stepping into his space. âYouâre the one whoâs angry at me and for what, I have no clue! You donât even care about me so please enlighten me!â
Cassian flinched, her words hit like a punch, and for a moment, he couldnât respond. âI care about you,â he said, the words slipping out before he could think better of them.
She shook her head. âNo, you donât. You just donât like the idea of someone else having what youâve never wanted.â She turned to walk away from him.
âNo, you donât get to walk away again,â Cassian growled. He grabbed her wrists and spun her around to face him.
âWalk away from what?â she demanded, her voice cracking as her body strained beneath his hold. âFrom you? From your jealousy? From whatever this is?â
Cassian didnât answer.
He couldnât.
Because she was right, and it made him want to destroy somethingâor someone.
âFine. You want my attention?â he growled, his hazel eyes blazing. âYouâve got it.â
Before he could stop himself, he reached out, pulling her to him. His mouth crashed against hers, the kiss rough, desperate, filled with all the frustration and longing that had been building for weeks.
She froze for a heartbeat, then kissed him back just as fiercely. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together. For a moment, nothing else existed but herâthe heat of her, the taste of her, the way her lips moved against his like theyâd been made for this.
It wasnât soft.
It wasnât gentle.
It was a clash of lips and teeth, her mouth moving against his like she wanted to burn him from the inside out.
Her legs shifted beneath him, and for a moment, he thought she was going to push him off. Instead, she arched up, pressing her body against his, her lips parting as she kissed him back with the same fire she fought with.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing hard, their faces still inches apart.
âYouâre a bastard,â she said, her voice low and trembling.
âAnd youâre impossible,â he shot back, his grip on her wrists loosening slightly.
For a moment, neither of them moved, the tension between them crackling like a storm about to break. Then Y/n yanked her wrists free, shoving him off with more force than he expected. She stood, her hair wild, her cheeks flushed, and her hazel eyes burning with a mix of anger and emotion.
âThis doesnât change anything,â she said, her voice hard as she turned and walked away, leaving him in the ring, his heart still pounding in his chest.
Cassian ran a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as he watched her go.
She was wrong.
It had already changed everything.
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Cassian POV
The morning Y/n left, the House of Wind was quiet. Cassian didnât know it would be the last time heâd see her for weeks.
He didnât know she was slipping away on a mission, alone, without so much as a goodbye.
If he had, he wouldnât have let her go.
Not without a fight.
It wasnât until later that day, when Rhysand called the Inner Circle together, that Cassian learned the truth.
âSheâs gone where?â he demanded, his voice echoing off the walls of the war room. His wings flared behind him, his hazel eyes blazing with disbelief.
Rhys sighed, his calm demeanor barely masking the tension in his shoulders. âThereâs a faction operating near the borderlands, smuggling weapons and information to our enemies. Their exact alliances are unclear, but theyâve grown bold enough to disrupt some of our key trade routes. She went to infiltrate, gather intelligence, and, if the opportunity presents itself, dismantle their operation.â
âSo you sent her? Alone?â Cassian growled, his hands fisting at his sides.
âAzriel suggested her,â Rhys said, his tone firm. âAnd you know sheâs capable, Cassian.â
âSheâs capable, but sheâs not invincible,â Cassian snapped, his chest heaving. âYou shouldâve told me. I couldâve gone with her.â
âShe didnât want you to,â Rhys said, his violet eyes locking onto Cassianâs. âShe specifically asked me not to involve you.â
That stopped him cold. The words hit harder than any blow, and for a moment, he couldnât breathe. âWhy?â he asked, his voice quieter now, almost desperate.
âShe didnât say,â Rhys admitted, his gaze softening slightly. âBut I think you know why.â
Cassian didnât respond.
He couldnât.
Because deep down, he did know.
She was still avoiding him, still putting distance between them, and now sheâd gone off on a mission that could get her killed just to keep that distance intact.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
She was so gods damned stubborn.
And it was one of her qualities that he loved and infuriated him at the same time.
However, the days that followed were pure agony.
Cassian threw himself into training, drills, and patrols, anything to keep himself from pacing the halls of the House of Wind like a caged animal. But no matter what he did, his thoughts always drifted back to her.
Every time the sun rose and set without word from her, the knot of dread in his chest tightened. He thought of her out there, alone, facing gods-knew-what. Thought of the dangers she might be walking into, the enemies she might be fighting without backup.
Every scenario that crossed his mind ended the same way: with her hurtâor worse.
âSheâs fine,â Azriel said one night after his return, his voice calm as they stood on the balcony of the House of Wind. âYou know how good she is. Sheâll come back.â
Cassian didnât respond. He stared out at the dark horizon, his jaw tight, his wings twitching with restless energy.
âShe wouldnât have gone if she didnât think she could handle it,â Azriel added, his shadows curling around him. âI trust her and you need to as well.â
But trusting her wasnât the problem. Cassian knew she was capable. Heâd seen her fight, seen her outwit enemies who underestimated her. What he couldnât stand was the thought of her out there, bleeding or broken, with no one to help her.
What if she needed him and he wasnât there?
The thought ate at him, night after night, until he could barely sleep. He paced the halls, his mind filled with the memory of her smile, the sound of her laugh, the sharpness of her tongue. He replayed every moment theyâd shared, every argument, every glance, every word he wished heâd said before she left.
And then came the silence.
Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no word. Not from her, not from Rhys, not from anyone. The dread that had been simmering in Cassianâs chest erupted into a full-blown storm.
He stormed into the war room, his voice rough with barely restrained anger. âItâs been too long. Iâm going after her.â
âCassian,â Rhys said calmly, though his tone carried a warning. âSheâs under orders. We have to trust her.â
âIâm done trusting,â Cassian snapped, his wings flaring. âWhat if sheâs hurt? What if sheââ He stopped, the words catching in his throat.
âSheâs not dead,â Mor said firmly, her brown eyes filled with determination. âYouâd know if she was. We all would.â
The words did little to ease the storm inside him. Every second that passed without her return felt like an eternity. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw herâbroken, bleeding, calling out for help that never came.
And all he could do was wait.
When another week passed, Rhys sent Azriel for her.
When word finally came two days later, it wasnât good.
Azriel returned first, landing on the balcony of the House of Wind with a grim expression and blood smeared across his leathers.
âWhere is she?â Cassian demanded, striding toward him before Azriel even had a chance to step inside.
âSheâs coming,â Azriel said, his tone calm but tight. âSheâs injured, but sheâs alive. I carried her most of the way back.â
Cassianâs stomach twisted, his wings flaring as he fought to keep his emotions in check. âWhat happened?â
âAmbush,â Azriel said simply, his face unreadable. âShe fought like hell, but there were too many of them.â
Cassian didnât wait to hear more. He stormed past Azriel, heading for the infirmary where he knew they would take her. His heart pounded with every step, his mind racing with all the things he hadnât said, all the things he should have done to keep her from going on that damned mission.
When he entered the infirmary, the sight of her nearly brought him to his knees.
She lay on the bed, her golden-brown hair matted with blood, her face pale. Bandages wrapped her torso, her arm was in a sling, and her hazel eyes were closed, her brows drawn tight in pain. A healer hovered nearby, murmuring soft incantations as her magic worked to mend the worst of the damage.
âOut,â Cassian growled at the healer, his voice low and rough. âIâll stay with her.â
The healer hesitated, but one look at Cassianâs face had her retreating with a quick nod. He sank into the chair beside the bed, his hands clenching as he took in every cut, every bruise.
âWhat the hell were you thinking?â he muttered, his voice trembling with anger. âTaking on a mission like thatâŠâ
âI was thinking,â came her soft, hoarse voice, âthat if I told you, you would try and stop me. Like you would think I couldnât handle it.â
Cassian froze, his gaze snapping to her face. Her eyes were open now, hazel and sharp despite the exhaustion etched into her features.
âY/nââ
âSave it,â she said, her voice stronger this time as she pushed herself up on the bed, wincing. âI knew what I was getting into.â
âThatâs not the point,â he said, his voice rising as he leaned closer. âYou could have died, Do you have any idea what that would have done toââ He cut himself off, his throat tightening.
âTo you?â she finished, her lips curling into a faint, bitter smile. âDonât flatter yourself, Cassian. You made it pretty clear that Iâm just another soldier to you.â
âDonât,â he growled, his hazel eyes blazing. âYou know thatâs not true.â
âDo I?â she shot back, her voice rising despite her injuries. âBecause all Iâve ever seen from you is judgment and control. You donât care about meâyou care about keeping me in line.â
Cassian had no answer. He sat there, his heart pounding as he watched her turn her face toward the wall, the silence between them louder than any argument. And for the first time, he realized that maybe the lines heâd drawn between them werenât just to protect her.
Maybe theyâd been to protect himself.
Chapter 5
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dabi & shouto bonding + dabihawks, fluff
It's almost noon when Touya comes shuffling into the living room he shared with his boyfriend, PJ pants hanging low on his hips, no shirt in sight.
"Well, good mo-, no wait, good midday to me, handsome," Keigo quipped with a grin and Touya rolled his eyes.
Yeah, yeah, I'm a lazy bum, I know I know," Touya replied with a yawn and a stretch.
"We can't all just call home office and lunge around in sweats all day and call it work, yanno," he added and Keigo laughed.
"So staying up until 3 am gaming with Spinner and Tenko counts as work, now?" the hero asked with a sly smirk, and Touya sighed.
"I need a shirt for this conversation, and either their all in the wash or you stole some again, and I think we all know which one is true."
Keigo raised his eyebrows at that.
"I haven't taken any more than you've given me, I swear!" he said with hands raised in surrender, and Touya sighed dramatically.
"Well, what am I supposed to wear then?"
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Listen, Touya loves Keigo.
Everything about him, actually.
Except for the fact that, ever since the war ended and the hero was allowed to develop his own style, that style turned out to be a mix between cottage core lesbian and confused grandpa.
Actually Touya didn't mind it when the clothes were on Keigo, he actually kinda loved it.
But while Keigo looked ridiculously hot in Touya's band shirts and big hoodies, Touya didn't quite have that same luxury.
So, there he sat, in a crowded coffee shop, a busy afternoon, out in public, with his white hair, scarred skin, piercings, tattoos, ripped black skinny jeans and... a very eclectically colored cardigan Touya suspected Keigo had dug out of a thrift store that should have been closed decades ago.
Yeah, fuck his life.
Just as the former villain pulled the bucket hat he had also borrowed from his boyfriend further down on his head in a vain attempt to hide he noticed the person he was here to meet come in trough the door.
"Shouto," Touya said out loud, raiding his hand to grab his brothers attention.
His dork of a younger brother smiled, as brightly as he ever did, and moved over to Touya quickly.
"Nii-san!" The young hero greeted and Touya huffed.
"Yeah yeah, sit down ya dork, I ordered you your..."
Touya's voice trailed off as Shouto took off his jacket.
"Todoroki Shouto, are you wearing my fucking shirt?!"
Shouto looked up at him with a hint of surprise on his face as he looked down on himself , before he nodded.
"Yes, it appears that I am," he said simply before happily taking a sip of his bubble tea.
Touya just stared at him.
"Why?" he finally asked as Shouto didn't elaborate.
Shouto took his time enjoying his tea before he answered.
"It's like a hand-over, it's normal for brothers to do, you know?" he replied with a shrug.
Touya blinked a few times trying to catch up.
"A hand... over?" he finally asked, trying his best to wrap his head around this.
He decided this was a bucket hat off situation, and just as he placed the hat down, Shouto picked ip back up and put in on his head.
"Like this, see?" the young hero said as if that answered all the questions.
Touya just stared back and Shouto sighed.
"Iida said he used to get his older brothers stuff all the time, Nii-san, I really think you're making too much out of this."
Oh.
Oh, god.
This poor, clueless, sweet bastard.
"You're talking about hand-me-downs, aren't you?" Touya finally asked, and Shouto nodded.
"Yes, that was the phrase."
Touya bit his lip, trying to figure out how to go about this without being too mean.
Look at him, all reformed and shit.
"Look Sho, I get that we have a lot of catching up to do, but if you want my stuff as hand-me-downs or whatever it'd be great if you asked first, okay?" Touya explained.
Shouto hummed.
"I must have misunderstood the tradition then, I apologize."
Touya huffed.
"It's okay, kid," he said with a small smile, and Shouto smiled back, before his gaze fell to the cardigan Touya was wearing and his brown furrowed.
"You can keep that one, though," Shouto said seriously, and Touya couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Yeah, I don't judge ya there, kid," he replied with a grin.
Before they parted ways a few hours later Touya quickly snapped a picture of Shouto in the bucket hat to send to Keigo with a warning that he'd probably never seen that hat again.
It was handed down now, after all.
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: ÌÌâ Sending genshin men the wrong message.
part 1
Who?
â°â†Ayato, diluc , alhaitham
situation?
â°â†you sent the wrong message to your boss which was supposed to be for your brother.
â this is an au (diluc still has the wine Business)!! Characters is your boss who likes you secretly. â ïž Use of cuss words... I'm trying my best to make them character like so be nice jk <3 they are just my genshin top 3 so I made this then I can also read it myself đ anyways enjoy <3 cannot assure you of perfect grammar !! I like to keep it simple
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: ÌÌâ AYATO
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You accidentally sent those to Ayato, your boss because you kept thinking about him and how you hate his strict side. He doesn't smile and he always looks mad whenever you don't finish on time, it was his fault for giving you so much work. If there's a time where he's good to you it's the time when you finish all the work that he assigned for you to do fast. The next day after that, he'll assign you more and more and it gets annoying knowing you have to work overtime again.
You sent it accidentally because, you weren't focused enough. You are focused trying to guess the time what time you can come home. The first person on your chats list was always your brother so you just got used to it and clicked it without looking. Now you're standing there, in his office expecting him to scream and fire you after sending him such ridiculous messages.
"So..Y/N did I really assign you a ton of work?" It was the first thing he said before firing you, or that's what you thought.
You shook your head.
"No, sir. It's not that..it's just umm, my girl days are acting up I didn't mean those I'm sorry! It won't happen again. I promise."
It was a lie but you were desperate. You didn't want to lose this job because it would be too hard to find another.
"Girl days? You could simply tell me if I'm giving you too much work, I can work on that and I understand if you're tired, but you didn't have to-" He was cutted of by you apologizing to him.
"No it's not that! I'm really sorry. I apologize. I'll take the consequences of my reckless actions." You said as you bowed to him to show your sincerity.
You took the consequences of your actions, it was just your boss giving you work but your work gets easier and less time by time, you didn't understand why of course but people are gossiping about how your boss likes you which you didn't believe at first but he becomes more gentle and gentle to you. You fell for him and when you started dating him, you found out your boss likes you for so long and was actually hurt by the wrong messages you sent, but it's alright now because you kept kissing him and telling him how much you love him.
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: ÌÌâ DILUC
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When you saw that reply from Diluc, your boss. You really tried to run away and hide yourself forever. You're using your phone while working? He'll probably scream at you and fire you. That's what you thought. The only reason why you sent that message to him instead of your brother was because you're WORKING. You had to focus on making a drink first while using your phone, it wasn't allowed when your boss was there and one day he just wasn't and you thought it's okay for you to do that.
That's why, it happened. You thought your job was over and you can't do anything about it. Just by thinking what your boss would do to you when you meet him the next day scares the shit of you, well you did compliment him so you hope he'll let it slide but at the same time you also said that it was a loss. You had to go to the tavern, sleepless who looks hopeless at the same time, now you're just standing in front of your boss, diluc while he's at his chair looking really fresh and cool.
"Care to explain?, Y/N" He said, he wasn't looking at you. He's doing his work while waiting for you to speak for yourself.
"I won't do it again, it's really wrong for me to speak bad things about you when you're the one who's helping me to earn money, I'm really sorry. Sir." You said as you bowed to him, when you tried to look at him, he looked confused and stressed by just what you said.
"I'm not talking about that, Y/N. I'm telling you to explain why were you using your phone while doing your work? It's forbidden, you know that right?" Now you felt more embarrassed than you did before. You apologized for speaking bad about him but not using your phone in the middle of your work.
"It was reckless behavior that I did, sir. I'm really sorry. I won't do it ever again. I will do everything I can to assure you that."
He didn't fire you and just told you to do your work, however you couldn't focus for months because of what you did. Diluc was the one who REALLY assured you that it's fine just don't do it again. He's straight up being sweet towards you. You didn't think about it at first but you completely fell in love with him. You may have told him that you loved him when you were drunk and magically out of nowhere, you both started dating after getting drunk that night.
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: ÌÌâ ALHAITHAM
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Alhaitham was flabbergasted when you sent those messages and the fact that you didn't realize it because you're that BUSY typing was something else. You just didn't mind it and waited for your iced coffee that was paid by your brother patiently, I mean you always ask your brother to deliver coffee to you so he knows what to do so you just continued your work like nothing.
How did you realize it, you ask? It was when your iced coffee was delivered by your co-workers saying that it was for you, and when you're about to thank your brother through chats you realized your boss, alhaitham was the one you messaged to deliver you coffee. It was so embarrassing but you're thankful at the same time because your boss really did buy you COFFEE but still it was straight up embarrassing making your boss buy you a coffee, so when you finished typing the files that your boss assigned you to, you immediately went to his office, he was the one who started the conversation.
"How was the coffee, Y/N?" He asked while you hand him the files he asked for. He sounded sarcastic that you didn't know what to answer.
"It was a wrong sent message sir, I'm really sorry. I can pay you right now. I'm just really sorry." It was so embarrassing for you, that you couldn't even move your body, you looked at the floor the whole time not bothering to look at him.
"It's alright, you said it yourself. I should pay more respect to my employees especially you."
You avoided your boss after that talk. You'd go the other way around whenever you see him in the office and when you give him the files he needs, you'll immediately leave. You thought you were doing very well avoiding him but destiny had other plans. Whenever you're down and alone, you just see him. You see him everywhere you go, anywhere you lay your eyes too. He just can't be avoided whatever you do. He knows what you're doing he looks like he's unbothered but he's really bothered by you avoiding him all the time, like did he look that scary to you?
Well, he found a way to talk to you and tell you that it's okay it's not a big deal and when you had that talk with him everything felt better. You felt relieved and happy because you felt like you had a beef with your boss, Now whenever you hand him the files he needs, you stay for a little talk and it becomes a hobby for the both of you, he was cold and sweet but you realized he's all that you ever wanted. When you both started dating he may have given you a new office that's very close to his so that he can see and talk to you everyday and anytime he wants.
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The Harrington Pattern Part 10
The first of two chapters today. Next week will finish up this story, so yay!!
Steve has a rough day, Jeff comes to the rescue and deserves hazard pay for dealing with the two idiots (Steve and Eddie). And Nancy and Jonathan cameo.
Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5Â Pt 6Â Pt 7Â Pt 8Â Pt 9
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Steve put on his chain shirt and tunic admiring himself in the mirror. Yesterday it was sort of haphazardly thrown on. Today he took careful consideration to make sure everything was in place.
He grabbed his wallet and keys and then picked up the little dice bag. It just hoped it wouldnât be too big or two small. He stuck the first two items in his right pocket and the bag in his left.
Now all he had to do is get up the courage to give it to him. He picked up Lucas and Max first.
When Lucas came out the house wearing the pirate outfit which had been his backup, Steve had been surprised. Then Lucas explained that he had wanted to match Max.
While Steve could appreciate the sentiment, Saturday was the biggest day. The one where everyone would see it. So to say he was a bit crestfallen when Lucas came out of his house would have been an understatement. If they had wanted to do that, why not yesterday?
But he bit his tongue and let them do what they wanted.
Lucas and Max wolf whistled when Robin came out all decked out in her beautiful blue dress and matching corset. She was still wearing her pirate boots, but mostly because she didnât want dirt on the hem of her new dress.
She did a cute little spin and then bowed at their applause.
It was only when they were in the car that Steve realized that now they looked like a couple. And on the day he was supposed to be confessing to Eddie.
He knew Eddie was aware of Robin proclivities toward her own sex and that Robin was only wearing to look pretty at the jousting tournament, but that feeling gnawed in his chest that everyone else would think Robin and he was a couple.
Well not the Party.
And it did it really matter what strangers thought?
More than Steve would ever admit out loud.
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They arrived to see only Gareth and Brian waiting for them.
âThey wanted us to rely their apologies,â Brian said grandly. âBut they fucked up the schedules again.â
âWhat schedules?â Dustin finally snapped. âNo one has told us anything.â He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at them.
Gareth tapped the side of his nose. âThatâs because itâs a surprise. But letâs just say that the people running the Ren Fair are trying to have two events at the same time and in the same place.â
âThatâs lame,â Mike hissed. âI hate stupid adults.â
Gareth wrapped his arm around him. âNo truer words have ever been uttered.â
Steve then got to watch as all the kids paired off and the older teens wander off in directions Steve wasnât interested in going. Even Robin had abandoned him to take Max and El to see the ax throwers.
He didnât have anything he had wanted to do until just before lunch so he went to Damsel in This Dress. He couldnât wait to show off his little pouch for her to see if it was something that would sell.
But when he got there, the place was slammed. Steve could even see a large, burly man with a long thick black beard with a single white stripe on the left side of his chin was scampering around trying to take peopleâs money while Katie answered questions.
Steve took out the pouch he had made for Eddie and then looked up at the tangle of people in front of him. He would have to come back later. But he knew when she would be the least busy, and Steve wanted to go to the joust, too.
He let out a shuddering breath and turned around. He figured he could kill sometime wandering around the marketplace and browse.
He still had some money leftover and it was the last day. Maybe he should buy something for himself. He spent so much time and effort and money on everyone else he had forgotten to get something for himself.
But now, everything had been picked through. He still had his little dagger he thought sadly. Maybe he would come back after the joust when the crowds had thinned a bit.
The last lunch was a horrid affair with everyone fighting over the food, trying to get someone to try the haggis. Finally Steve just picked it up and threw it away.
Five bucks down the drain because these kids were assholes.
He still hadnât seen Eddie.
Steve let out a pained sigh and went to go grab the pouch to rub it between his fingers for comfort when he realized it was gone.
âShit!â he swore.
âWhat is it?â Will asked, the first zero in on Steveâs obvious distress.
âI had a small black pouch Iââ he stopped. He didnât want to tell them he had made it for Eddie. âI bought earlier,â he finished lamely. âAnd itâs not in my pocket.â
All the kids stood up and started looking around.
âWhere did you last have it?â Robin asked, rubbing Steveâs arm soothingly.
âThe dresses place,â he muttered. He couldnât remember the name just then.
âI didnât see that they were selling that sort of thing there,â Lucas said. âWhy did you have it out?â
âI was going to show the owner, Katie,â Steve groused. âShe liked my tunic yesterday and wanted me to give her stuff for her to sell for me and I was going to show the pouch to see if that was something she might want from me.â
He picked at the sleeve of his white undershirt. The cuff had the Harrington Pattern and his lip began to wobble at the sight of it. He wanted to take his seam ripper to it and just tear it all it out. He was too stupid to hold onto such a simple thing as pouch, he didnât deserve to sell his pieces.
âWe donât have time to go look for it now,â Max said gently. âWeâll all head over there after the joust.â
Steve nodded and allowed Robin to lead him to the arena where the jousting would be held.
He was trudging up the stairs to bench seating when he heard a voice call out behind him.
âSteve!â
He turned around and saw Jeff waving something in the air. Hope lit a small fire in his chest. It couldnât be.
He went thundering down the steps.
âKatie said you left this at her shop,â Jeff said a little breathless.
Steve gently took the pouch from him. âThank you so much. I thought I had dropped it somewhere.â
Jeff grinned. âItâs for Eddie, isnât it?â
He ducked his head and nodded.
âHow do I thank you?â he breathed, his eyes welling up with tears.
âJust be sure to root for the black knight,â Jeff said with a wink.
âI will I promise.â
He turned around and searched the stands to see where they had all gone and to his surprise Jonathan and Nancy were waving at him sandwiched between a grinning Will and a pleased Mike.
Steveâs day was starting to look up. He sat down in the empty spot next to Robin at the end of the bench.
He showed her the pouch.
âYay!â she squealed, throwing her arms around him. âIâm so glad you found it.â
Steve leaned forward and told them. âJeff said to root for the black knight.â
Dustin leaned over too. âArenât black knights the bad guys?â
âNope!â Steve said with a grin. âThe black just means that he isnât loyal to a specific lord. Heâs a traveling mercenary looking for work in the only profession he knows. War.â
Everyone nodded.
Steve started explaining the history of the sport and what the different points were and how to win. Even what they won.
They were all hanging off his every word.
Steve felt a tap on his shoulder and he looked up. Callahan waved at him shyly.
âThis is Sheila, my girlfriend,â he said. âShe had a question about the joust.â
Next to the police officer was a pretty brunette in her early thirties. She wore bright red lipstick and was blushing.
She swatted at Callahanâs arm. âHe doesnât want to hear my dumb question.â
Steve grinned up her. âIâm happy to talk anyoneâs ear off. Whaâcha got?â
She asked about if the lances were sharp and Steve explained that they werenât. They even had wide tips to make the shock of the hit go over a wider area so the lancers didnât get hurt.
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In the cover of the stable where Eddie was helping Jeff, Jeff turned to him.
âThat boy has got it bad for you,â he said pushing Eddieâs shoulder playfully.
Eddie rolled his eyes. âYeah, Iâve heard that one before.â He straightened up and popped his back. âYou remember Louis?â
Jeff winced. He did in fact remember Louis. âMe and Bri still maintain he had a crush on you, he just wasnât out yet and freaked on you.â
âWell,â Eddie huffed. âSteve ainât out either, so Iâm not touching that...â he made motions with his hands, âall that mess with a ten and a half foot pole, man.â
Jeff rolled eyes. âLook, Iâm not saying I know for sure, but according to Gareth, who is the densest motherfucker on Godâs green earth, said Steve was really sad when we werenât there this morning.â
Eddie picked a pimple on his jaw nervously and Jeff swatted his hand away.
âI donât want to ruin my friendship with Steve,â Eddie murmured. âIf it goes badly Iâm going to lose some of the kids in the divorce. Dustin and Red are the two biggest ones. They like me, but they love Steve.â
Jeff had to concede that one. âSo make sure it doesnât go south. Woo the bastard. You know how. And donât give that bullshit about it being âonlyâ pretend at DND because Iâve seen you turn on the charm to get cheaper product from Reefer Rick or to let Gareth who isnât even close to being twenty-one to perform at a bar.â
Eddie blushed. âYeah, all right. You win.â
Jeff threw his arm around him and kissed his cheek. âYes!â
Eddie pushed him off him. âGo on, your squire awaits!â
Jeff laughed but wandered off to finish getting ready.
Eddie shook his head fondly. But Jeff had a point. He couldn't wallow forever.
He had a Harrington to woo.
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Part 11 Part 12 Part 13
And lo! There is the wild Callahan everyone expected to spot when he came to Steve's door all the way back in chapter 3.
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Hi there! This is my first time asking on your page and I hope your recovery is going well <3 If youâre maybe taking requests for sfw headcanons:
What do you think king dice would be like with a gf (gn is okay too) whoâs rumored to being âthe wicked witch of the woodsâ whoâs typically described as a stereotypical child-eating evil old lady that lives in a house in the woods when in reality, sheâs just a woman who really likes her alone time practicing her spells, making her potions, and generally doesnât care about the childish rumors about her (bc girlbossing n shit)
If you donât feel like answering this, pls donât feel obligated to and you can ignore this if youâd like to. Have a good morning/day/afternoon/evening/night <3
A/N: it took me two years to get to this. But Iâm here after a very lengthy depression to deliver.
C/w: possible talk about bones and other stuff, She / her pronouns used for reader
:KingDice x Witch!Fem! reader:
Honestly if you live out in the woods, you probably donât even know about the rumors being spread. Youâre too busy going to the supermarket to buy some out of season spices to begin with! Unethical you know but itâs needed for a spell and you lack a substitute herb
Whispered surround you, despite your obliviousness. âI heard she captures kids and cooks them in her cauldron!â Points out one worried mother. âI heard she works for the devil!â A man speaks out. Soon enough no one is left except the poor cashier whoâs shaking in his boots.
Onto KD. Youâre simply walking back to the forests edge when all of a sudden THE King Dice manages to bump into you! And uh oh, all those spices are down in the gutter. Since youâre a lady, and one he very much fancies after getting a glimpse of your face, he profusely apologizes.
âIâm sorry lil Darlin! Didnât see ya there. Whatâs a pretty thing like you doing all the way downtown?â Casually trying to flirt while trying to salvage some of the spices along side you. Of course you explain your story, and here he is. Graciously offering to buy you any replacements
He is slightly scared but youâre also just too cute that maybe the crazy is excusable this time.
And from then on, he took notes. Brought you flowers ans the traditional gifts of course but heâd notice you using them in odd ways. âBaby doll,â he asks one day. Pointing to the flowers he brought a few nights ago hanging and dried upside down. âYou know you can throw those away, right?â
As someone who works for the devil. He doesnât know much about witchcraft. But whatever his girl needs. His girl gets. And hey, if youâre dating king dice? Maybe, just maybe, youâre not a kid eating devil worshipper like everyone says you are
#king dice head cannons#king dice fan#king dice x reader#king dice x reader fanfic#king dice cuphead#cuphead king dice#king dice fanart#king dice#cuphead x reader#cuphead
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Can I request how Alhaitham, Cyno, and Tighnari would react if they thought the reader was cheating on them? Like maybe they overheard something out of context or walked in on reader in a compromising position with someone they've been spending a lot of time with, or anything really, and then how the reader reassures them that they would never cheat. Feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable. Have a nice day!
Ooh ok, so I read this wrong at first and thought it was that the reader was cheating and I thought that was fun, but reactions to mishearing is also fun!! thanks for the request <3 âą Characters: Alhaitham, Cyno, Tighnari âą Genre: angst to fluff âą Extra: a little short and not too detailed, sorry about that <3
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Well at first, he doesn't actually believe what he's seeing. Why would you cheat? Of all people.
But you'd been spending so much time with this other friend of yours, that when he found you two on top of one another, it was hard to deny the "facts".
Alhaitham was hurt- he was already a really quiet man, but the eerie silence that followed after he found you was the worst. He didn't say anything, he barely had a physical reaction other than his eyes widening a little.
He just turns and leaves. Your friend gets off of you and you sprint to follow him, just barely managing to grab his arm which he yanks away.
The words immediately come pouring out of your mouth as you explain that your friend simply slipped and you tried to catch them, but you fell too.
As you kept explaining and talking, Alhaitham didn't say a word. He was just dead silent as he always was. Finally, you paused and stared at him.
"Ok." Was all he said. You felt the despair and fear build up inside of you, you were terrified your relationship might end over a misunderstanding.
"I-I'm sorry..." you said, shakily. Alhaitham still hadn't turned to look at you and it was really making you nervous. "Why are you sorry? You said it was an accident. Why apologize unless you did something wrong?" He challenged, finally looking at you. Honestly, you flinched a little with the way he made eye contact.
"Well, my actions still hurt you, didn't they? Something made you think I wasn't faithful. I'm sorry for that." Alhaitham went back to being silent, making you slowly reach for his arm. That's when he sighed and wrapped that same arm around you, pulling you in for a hug.
The sudden affection brought a world of relief to you and you released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you hugged him so tightly. "I swear, I would never cheat on you! I love you so much, so, so much." You said, looking up at him. Alhaitham stared into your eyes for a moment before nodding.
"I believe you... I do."
Cyno
You and Cyno spending less time together wasn't either of your faults. Cyno was just really busy and you were too sometimes. It never meant you two loved one another less, it just meant you needed to work on it a bit more.
Of course, Cyno would still get a little jealous when he thought you and your friend might've been a little too close.
You see, when he constantly saw you two with your arms around one another, it sent a wave of jealousy through him.
But he rationalized. You were always loyal- why would this time change? You never gave him a reason to doubt you before, so why now?
Here's the thing: Cyno didn't think you were just being unfaithful because. But he felt as if... maybe you two drifted apart a little and maybe... you might've found interest in this new friend of yours. And all of that was confirmed when he saw you on top of your friend in your sharred bedroom.
Cyno froze up, staring at you- on top of your friend- in HIS bed. There was just a terrifying silence. Cyno opened his mouth to speak... but just closed it and looked away. A quiet grunt came from him and he turned away.
"Cyno! Cyno, wait! It's not what you think!" You yelled as you tried to follow him. You grabbed his arm and it made him freeze. "I fell! Well, they fell and I tried to catch them!"
You kept going on, trying to explain exactly how your friend fell, exactly how you tried to catch them but tripped and fell on top of them- but Cyno just stayed quiet.
"Are we still in love?" He asked, making your eyes widen. It was the first thing he'd said and it... scared you.
"O-of course we are! Yes, I'm still in love with you!" You said confidently, making him turn to you. He didn't say anything but you could see the uncertainty and sorrow in his eyes.
Without another thought, you engulfed him into a tight hug, squeezing as much as you could.
"Cyno, I love you. I'm not sure how you feel or what made you say that, but I'm still in love with you. And if you think you're losing feelings well I'll just bring them back. But my feelings haven't changed fro you- not one bit."
"You don't like your friend more?" He asked, making you shake your head.
"That's just my friend. I love them as much as I could love any friend- but you, you are my everything." Cyno fell silent and looked away, but there was a tinge of red on his cheeks and a very, very faint smile on his face.
Tighnari
You and Tighnari had been together for almost three years. Your relationship was doing pretty good until he got busy. That wasn't anything new, people got busy all the time.
But this time, his work took him far and for a long time. Of course, in your eyes the relationship never dulled. But for Tighnari, he felt as if he began to fail as a partner.
He tried, but he found it hard to keep up with you and this new friend you'd made. He didn't have a problem at first- you could be friends with anyone.
But then he noticed how much time you two spent together. Too much time. Not only that, but your friend was so... touchy. When did you start allowing that?
Tighnari told himself over and over that you wouldn't cheat. It wasn't in your nature and you were just too good of a person. If you didn't like him, you let him know. Which sent a new wave of anxiety through him. What if you were just about to end the relationship?
Then he saw it. You on top of your friend. A thousand thoughts went through his head but only one of them stuck out. "It's time." This was probably the moment you'd end your relationship with him and it was most likely his fault. He was too busy for you. This friend kept you busy- and happy, evidently.
"I-it's fine, I know." Tighnari spoke in a sorrowful tone, looking down. "Sorry." With that, he slowly turned away and left. You were frozen where you were, but it all hit you after a moment. Your friend pushed you upwards and you sprinted after him.
"Tighnari!" You called, trying to stop him but he wasn't looking at you. He was walking fast too, maybe trying to escape. You caught up to him, grabbing his arm. "Wait- please, wait!"
"It's fine, you don't have to explain. I know. I've been busy, you're in love with your friend-"
"What?! No! No, TIghnari, that's not even close!" You said, cutting him off as you stopped in front of him. "Please, don't think like that. I love you- only you. My friend just tripped and I tried to catch them, but I slipped too." You went on to explain what had happened in detail, but Tighnari wasn't listening.
You loved him? Still? After all of this?
"Tighnari? Are you listening?" You asked, slightly waving your hand in front of his face. He looked at you, humming as if asking 'what'. You sighed and looked away, frowning. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" He asked, curious and surprised.
"Because, I made you doubt me. I didn't mean to and-"
"No, that's not it. I just assumed you and I weren't close anymore since I got so busy. It felt weird." He said, absolutely refusing to let you take the blame for this.
Your arms wrapped around his waist and you leaned into his form, eyes meeting his.
"I love you just as much as I did before. I love you so much, you're all I think about. I don't want to break up- I don't ever want to leave you. I swear." You said with a slight smile.
After a moment, Tighnari's smile began to match yours. He gave you a slow nod as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly.
#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#tighnari x reader#genshin cyno x reader#alhaitham x reader#genshin x gender neutral reader#đâ pockyâs writings
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I wanted to redesing and rewrite Miraculous for a while. Then thought why not share my ideas so here is ChloĂ© Bourgeois. (Duddeee I forgor the wingss?? đ)
In my rewriting, power system is different. I will explain it on my further posts. Here I want to tell you more about my version of Chloé aka Queen Bee.
ChloĂ©âs character is similar to show version. (First two seasons) Mommy issues, struggling with social relationships, bully⊠The difference is I keep the redemption arc :D In my version Ladybug and Chat Noir get their miraculouses when they were in high school. But show will take place at their twenties when they are in university. We will have flashbacks about high school years and how they got their miraculouses. ChloĂ© also gets her miraculous in high school but it will be taken from her by Ladybug. This events will be similar to show too. ChloĂ© wonât reveal her identity to everyone but will do wrong things to fix and seem like a hero. Her plan was to impress her mother as Queen Bee so later she can reveal her identity to her and make her mother proud of her for once :â) (Damn you Audrey)
Her only friend was Adrian for her whole childhood (same goes for Adrian) thanks to Audreyâs business with Gabriel. I thought her whole feelings towards Adrian is platonic but in her high school times she thought she has romantic feelings towards him because she never had friends other than Adrian and never had romantic interest. Thatâs why she will be clingy towards Adrian in high school.
In last year of high school after Ladybug took Bee miraculous from her, Marinette will try to fix her relationship with Audrey like in the show but it wonât work and Audrey probably say some really heartbreaking things and this will make ChloĂ© angrier. She will blame Marinette and will be ruder to everyone (espacially to Marinette) at school, Sabrina will dump her (yaaay), Ladybug wonât trust her about an akuma attack (there are no akuma in my story tho but i want you to know what i am referring to rn) and Adrian will talk with her about her actions and how he doesnât want to keep being friends with her anymore if she continues. She will get akumatized too and hurt her teacher (forgor her name) and Sabrina. She will collapse and leave Paris. I am not sure where she will go, probably i will make her go another country at Europe.
She will change her contacts so Adrian wonât be able to reach her. She will go therapy there and will be emotionally better. I feel like she would study child psychology maybe become a teacher or something. I also thought she will take self defense classes too since Ladybug told that she doesnât have enough experience on fighting and they ve been getting educated for years to hold a miraculous, when she took bee miraculous from her. ( thats a lie tho it has only been a few months not years lmao)
After 2 or 3 years she will return to Paris (when show takes time at)for a few days just to see her father and apologize to Sabrina, Adrian and Marinette. I thought Sabrina wonât even wanna listen her. So she will decide not to see Adrian because she will think he doesnât want to see her either. Then she will find herself in the middle of akuma attack. She will see where the akumatized item is. Ladybug and Chatnoir will be surprised to see her there of course but they are in the middle of fight. ChloĂ© will try to tell where the akuma is but Ladybug will immediately tell Chatnoir to take her somewhere safe and he will. ChloĂ© will tell Chatnoir that she knows how to defeat the akuma and she is sorry for being a bad holder back than. Adrian is so confused seeing her friend after years of course but canât say anything (you know ,secret identity đ€·). Akuma will be defeated and he will go to ChloĂ© to thank.
So then she will go to bakery hoping Marinette will be there in university break and hoping at least Marinette would like to listen her like back then. And as she hoped, Marinette wants to listen her. I might make a comic with this scene later. Right now I donât have the words to describe the dialogue in here. But it will be about how she came to apologize and she is now a different person but how she doesnât expect to be forgiven since Sabrina didnât. And I thought Marinette would hug her seeing how in the edge she is and she might cry :ââ(
I know I know it is so plane but i am not good at writing. I just tell what my ideas are. It is not the end. I will write about what happens later but first I should make posts about other holders and power system. Powers are different in my version so story might be confusing without knowing them. Bee miraculous also has slightly a different power. So first I will tell about them. Then I might try harder and write the story better hehe.
About Zoe btw I donât even know if I want her to exit lmaoo. No hate donât get me wrong but she is not even a character in the show. I am not sure what to do about her yet.
Thank you for reading, I appreciate that. đȘđ
=====Turkish translate======
Bir sĂŒredir Mucizeâyi tekrar tasarlamak ve yazmak istiyordum. Kendi kendime dedim ki neden fikirlerimi paylaĆmayayım ve paylaĆmaya karar verdim. Ta daa ChloĂ© Bourgeois! ( kanatlarını çizmeyi unutmuĆum ama çaktırmayın)
Benim alternatifimde gĂŒĂ§ sistemi farklı. Ä°lerki postlarımda açıklayacaÄım. Burada daha çok benim tasarladıÄım Chloeâden diÄer adıyla Kraliçe Arıâdan bahsetmek istiyorum.
Aslında Chloeânin karakteri dizidekine yakın. (Ä°lk iki sezondaki) Annesi ile sorunları, sosyal iliĆkilerde sıkıntılar, zorba biri olması⊠Fark ise âredemtion arcâ ını çöpe atmadım. :D Benim versiyonumda UÄur BöceÄi ve Kara Kedi mucizelerini lise okurken alıyorlar ama hikaye ĂŒniversite yıllarında, yirmili yaĆlarında geçiyor. Lise yıllarında yaĆadıklarına arada âflashbackâlerle deÄinmeyi dĂŒĆĂŒnĂŒyorum. Chloe de mucizesini lisede alıyor ancak UÄur BöceÄi ondan geri alıyor. Bu olaylar da dizidekine benziyor. Chloe kimliÄini herkese açıklamak yerine önce Kraliçe Arı olarak annesini etkileyip sonra ona kimliÄini açıklamayı dĂŒĆĂŒnĂŒyor. Böylelikle sonunda annesinin onunla gurur duyacaÄını dĂŒĆĂŒnĂŒyor. Dizideki gibi sorunlar çıkarıp sonra kahraman gibi davranıp insanları kurtarmÄ±Ć gibi gösteriyor kendisini.
KĂŒĂ§ĂŒklĂŒÄĂŒnde tek arkadaĆı Adriandı. O da annesi Audreyâin Gabriel ile olan iĆi sayesinde. Aslında Adrianâa karĆı tamamen platonik sevgi (arkadaĆ olarak seviyor yani karĆılıksız sevgi anlamında deÄil) beslediÄini dĂŒĆĂŒnĂŒyorum. Hiç bir zaman romantik hisleri olmadı ama Adrianâdan baĆka arkadaĆı olmadıÄı için ve daha önce hiç romantik duygular hissetmediÄinden Adrianâa olan duygularını romantik sevgi ile karıĆtırdıÄını dĂŒĆĂŒnĂŒyorum.
Lisenin son yılında UÄur BöceÄi, arı mucizesini ondan alıyor; Marinette Chloeânin annesi ile olan iliĆkisini dĂŒzeltmeye yardım ederken iĆler ters gidiyor ve Audrey, Chloeâye kalp kırıcı Ćeyler söylĂŒyor. Bu Chloeâyi ilerki gĂŒnlerde daha agresif yapıyor, Marinetteâi her zamankinden daha fazla aĆaÄılayıp olanlar yĂŒzĂŒnden onu suçluyor, Sabrina dayanamayıp onunla iliĆkisini kesiyor (yĂŒrĂŒ be Sabrina), UÄur BöceÄi akuma saldırısı konusunda Chloeâye gĂŒvenmiyor( akumalar benim versiyonumda yok ama Ćimdilik anlaĆılmak için akuma diyeceÄim) ve Adrian böyle biri olmaya devam ederse onunla arkadaĆ olmak istemediÄini söylĂŒyor. Bunların hepsi Chloeânin duygusal olarak yıkılmasına hatta belki akumalanarak sevdiÄi insanlara, Ću adını unuttuÄum öÄretmenleri ve belki Sabrinaâya, zarar vermesine yol açıyor. TĂŒm bunlar Chloeânin Parisâten ayrılarak baĆka bir Avrupa ĂŒlkesine gitmesiyle sonuçlanıyor.
Burda Chloe iletiĆim bilgilerini bile deÄiĆtiriyor ve Adrian dahil kimse ona ulaĆamıyor. Terapi alıyor. Ăniversitede çocuk psikolojisi okuyor belki de öÄretmen olmak istiyor diye dĂŒĆĂŒndĂŒm. Hatta bazı dövĂŒĆ sanatlarını da öÄreniyor Ă§ĂŒnkĂŒ UÄur BöceÄi mucizeyi alırken ona yeterli savaĆ deneyimi olmadıÄını ve kendilerinin yıllardır eÄitim aldıÄını söylĂŒyor. ( Yalan tabii. Sadece bir kaç aydır çalıĆıyorlar yıllardır deÄil.)
2 ya da 3 yıl içinde ( hikayenin geçtiÄi zaman ) Parisâe dönĂŒyor. Sadece bir kaç gĂŒnlĂŒÄĂŒne babasını görmeye; Sabrina, Adrian ve Marinetteâden özĂŒr dilemeye geliyor. Sabrina onu dinlemek bile istemeyince Adrianâın da aynı tepkiyi vereceÄini dĂŒĆĂŒndĂŒÄĂŒnden onu görmekten vazgeçiyor. Marinetteâi görmeye giderken kendisini akuma saldırının ortasında buluyor ve UÄur BöceÄi ile Kara Kediye yardım etmeye çalıĆıyor. Kahramanlar Chloeâyi gördĂŒklerine çok ĆaĆırıyorlar ama savaĆın tam ortasındalar bu yĂŒzden Kara Kedi onu alıp daha gĂŒvenli bir yere götĂŒrĂŒyor. Chloe, Kara Kediâye akumanın nerde olduÄunu söylĂŒyor ve önceden kötĂŒ bir kahraman olduÄu için özĂŒr diliyor. Adrian eski arkadaĆını gördĂŒÄĂŒne çok mutlu oluyor tabii ama hiç bir Ćey söyleyemiyor Ă§ĂŒnkĂŒ gizli kimlik Ćeysinden. Akumayı yeniyorlar tabii ve Chloe ye teĆekkĂŒr ediyor.
Daha sonra Chloe Marinetteâ i görmeyi umarak pastanelerine gidiyor. Ve umduÄu gibi Marinette orda oluyor. Burdaki sahne hakkında daha sonra bi çizgi roman yapmayı dĂŒĆĂŒnĂŒyorum Ćimdilik dialog kafamda tam deÄil ama basitçe Marinetteâden özĂŒr diliyor, artık eskisi gibi olmadıÄını ama yine de Sabrina gibi affetmek zorunda olmadıÄını sadece farklı biri olduÄunu bilmesini istediÄini söylĂŒyor. Burda Marinetteâin ona sarılacaÄını dĂŒĆĂŒndĂŒm bu da yaĆlarını zor tutan Chloeâyi aÄlatacak.
Biliyorum biliyorum anlatımım aĆırı dĂŒz ama yazmakta iyi deÄilim. Sadece kafamdaki fikirleri aktarıyorum. Bu son deÄil. Devamını yazacaÄım ama önce diÄer Mucize kullanıcıları hakkında ve gĂŒĂ§ sistemi ĂŒzerine postlar yapmak istiyorum. Neleri deÄiĆtirdiÄimi bilmeden hikayeyi anlamak zor olabilir. Yazım Ćeklimi de daha akıcı ve gĂŒzel hale getirmeye çalıĆacaÄım.
Zoeâyi sorarsanız onun hakkında ne yapacaÄımı henĂŒz bilmiyorum. Onu hikayeye ekler miyim emin bile deÄilim. Açıkçası dizide hiç bir kiĆiliÄi olmayan bom boĆ bir karakter. O yĂŒzden emin deÄilim.
OkuduÄun için teĆekkĂŒr ederim. đȘđ
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HII ID LUV TO COME TO THE SLUMBER PARTYYY im bringing my favourite book and we can watch a rom com! after that we can play truth or dare and roblox!! with oikawa plsđ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»đ
(also congrats on 100 followers!!!!<3)
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! đđ àŁȘË ÖŽđ twishaâs 100 followers slumber party ᶻ đ đ° .á â does this count as a prom date??
oikawa x reader ; wc 1.4k
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disclaimer i am basing this off my experiences as a british high schooler okay
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the final term of the school year was always the most busy. the entire school was filled with anticipation as the summer holidays were just around the corner, and the event calendar was bursting at its seams with different events planned: sports day, school festivals, and arguably the most important one depending on the high-schooler youâre talking to: prom.
now that there was just 2 weeks to the event, it was all anyone could talk about. there was, of course, all the drama surrounding prom dates as wellâ you hadnât been a part of it because, well, you werenât really in touch with the girls in your class. that being said, you werenât really in touch with anyone in your class except for your best friend, that is.
ever since primary school, youâve been on more of the reserved, quiet side; which has grown with you up till now. it wasnât that you were disliked, noâ it was just that people were⊠a little intimidated by your cold outward demeanour. despite that, there were still some guys here and there who asked you out, which obviously you refused immediately- who would go with a guy theyâve never known to prom?
but right now, you found yourself being hit on by some random guy in the year above. he was more aggressive, even being bold enough to grab you by the wrist. anyone walking past could easily tell you were feeling growingly more uncomfortable as the time passed.
âcome on! donât you want to look cool, with a prom date from the year above?â he was staring into your eyes while talking.
your eyes tried to find something else to look at.
âuh.. i think iâm alright-â
âoh, lies! iâm not passing on a beauty like you, let me just take you out to prom!â he inched closer to you.
you saw someone walking by. out of desperation, you quickly locked eyes with them and hoped they got your message.
the guy looked back to see if anyone was there. to his surprise, there wasâ the schoolâs prince charming, oikawa tooru.
the two of you were vastly different. he was like the lead of an american high-school drama, and if this was a movie, you were probably the shy, quiet girl who gets a massive makeover.
he smiled at you, and then looked at the other guy with a feigned smile. âexcuse me, could you get away from.. my girlfriend? i donât think sheâs enjoying yourâŠâ oikawa gave him a knowing look. the guy stepped back. he stammered. âwell, if you had a boyfriend, you shouldâve just said!â he chuckled nervously before running off.
it was an understatement to say you were confused. you were utterly dumbfounded.
because as far as you were aware, oikawa was definitely NOT your boyfriend. heck, you didnât even have a boyfriend.
surely you were dreaming, you thought. why would someone like him say that about someone like you? after pinching yourself, you concluded you were not in a dream, but some very strange, movie-esque version of reality.
the rest of the day was a hazy whirlpool of events as well; after the incident oikawa pulled you away from prying eyes and after many apologies, began to explain: he needed you to be his girlfriend for prom. all his friends had dates, and he didnât want to look like a⊠well, a loser. to be honest, being able to go to prom with oikawa as your date, even if it was just pretending, was like winning the lottery.
and so began the beginning of you and the school heartthrobâs (fake) relationship.
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prom was tomorrow.
you had everything ready, you even went shopping with oikawa to get matching colours. it felt so different being in the spotlight all the time, and it was definitely a big change for you, but somehow the two of you managed to pull it offâ actually, it didnât come as a surprise to you, oikawa made it all seem so believable. he was so sweet to you, even when it was just the two of you, there was a small part of you that wanted all this to be real, for him to actually be your boyfriend.
prom was tomorrow. prom was tomorrow, and oikawa currently found himself panicking in his room, speed dialling iwaizumi in a moment of frenzy.
as soon as he picked up the phoneâ
âoikawa what the hell do you want.â iwaizumiâs annoyed tone carried over the phone.
oikawa took a deep breath out. âi think i like [name].â
iwaizumi took a few seconds to reply. ââŠwhat? sheâs your girlfriend, i sure hope you like her..â he sounded confused. oikawa suddenly realised, he hadnât told anyone about his⊠situation.
he explained the whole story to iwaizumi. at the end, all iwaizumi did was laugh.
âyou two arenât dating?? what the heck man,â after his laughter died down, he added, âjust ask her out! thereâs no way sheâd say no!â oikawa paused. what did that mean? did you like him? he was always under the impression that you were only doing it to do popular; but now that the possibility that all the effort he was putting into subtly showing you how much he like you may be mutual entered his mindâ how could he pass up on an opportunity like this?
since the terms for your relationship basically ended tomorrow, he decided to take a gamble and ask you out after prom tomorrow.
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it was prom night. the two of you were outside the venue, trying to decide on what to do when you enter.
âiâm saying we should hold hands!â you tried to yell discreetly.
âbut weâd look like middle schoolers! no one would believe us!â oikawa argued.
âokay, then what should we do?â you said, crossing your arms.
âi donât know, like hold onto my arm or something!â
âwhat? like this?â you stiffly put your arm around his.
oikawa looked at his arm, then began to open the door, sighing dramatically. âwhatever, letâs go.â you laughed at his antics.
scanning the room, you looked at the other couples to see what they were doing as you walked in.
âoh my god we look so fake..â you whispered into oikawaâs ear.
âcome closer then!â he whisper-yelled back. you did as he asked and stepped a little closer. not long after, you were approached by one of oikawaâs friends.
âhey, oikawa!â he waved cheerfully at him, then at you.
oikawa laughed a little. âhi, makki! whereâs your girlfriend? dâya lose her already?â
âiâm not that bad! sheâs over there, with her friends,â makki laughed and pointed to some girl in the distance. oikawa nodded.
âso, oikawa, howâs your girl?â makki turned to look at you.
you and oikawa looked at each other.
you could feel makkiâs eyes on you; your mind went blank.
âoh- uh, iâm good,â you replied; and then you felt oikawa nudge your side with his elbow. hard. you squinted your eyes at him.
makki obviously looked a little awkward, so he gave the two of you a quick wave and ran off.
âwhat the hell was that about!â oikawa looked at you.
âi got nervous okay!â
oikawa started mocking you. âoh- uhhhhh, im good! uhhhhhhh,â
âi do NOT sound like that!â
âhave you heard yourself? yes you do!â
â
the rest of the night went smoothly, you got to have fun not only with your friend but also with oikawaâs rather large friend group. they all commented on your dress and how it looked gorgeous, which mad oikawa stare at you with a very obvious i-told-you face, as he was the one who chose it.
i could get used to this, you thought. but soon, the sky grew dark, the night came to a close, and the two of you were walking home together. you had originally planned to walk home alone, but he was determined to walk you home.
â[name].â oikawa called to you. you turned around to face him. somehow, he still looked good even under the dim lighting of the nearby lampposts.
âi know that our⊠relationship has been pretending up till now,â he looked at you earnestly.
âbut id like to change thatâ if you donât mind. can i take you out on a proper date tomorrow?â
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