#btw thank you for this ask!!! i spent days responding to it cuz it just makes me happy

[anadiasmount]

jude and you being childhood bestfriends but your parents are also super close. Your parents always suspecting yous both like each other and constantly teasing yous about it. But you’ve both been dating for a like a year in secret cos yous both don’t know how to tell your parents and one day they just find out cuz they come home u expectedly when you and Jude are cuddling and everyone’s just all so happy for yous 💗

- your writing is amazing btw x

thank you lovely, means so much! 😣🤍

“we should tell them soon… my mom has become very suspicious of me lately. she followed me to the grocery store! the grocery store jude!” you laughed, feeling as he chuckled on top of you. “do you think we did wrong in not telling them? well besides jobe because he got us here in the first place…” you wandered off asking, jude’s head coming up to stare at you.

“i personally don’t think so baby. look at us, a year strong, and so many memories spent together. i wouldn’t change it for the world, because it means i have you all to myself,” jude says softly, while your finger fixes his brow that had been messed up. “they would understand. both of our families. they know how stressful and hard our jobs are, so who can blame us?”

“nobody.”

“exactly my love. how did you want to tell them?” jude asked, snuggling closer to you and placing kisses all over your chest. you laughed and tried to sway away but with his bigger frame he pinned you down. “i was thinking of just telling them today, maybe at dinner or when we play games?”

“whatever you decide i’m right there,” jude replied, falling asleep in less then 10 minutes.

while you hated being separated from jude, he unfortunately had to go back to his house to get ready. you slipped into a dark red dress and left down, your hair parted to your preference, making sure to apply a red lip and gold jewelry. the heels made you look taller which is what you wanted.

after grabbing the cupcakes and chocolate covered strawberries, you and your family were headed out to his house were you’d host christmas. you greeted everyone, asking how they were a wishing them a merry christmas eve.

jude almost choked on his drink as he saw you walk in. he was in a trance, his eyes roaming up and down your body, his lips and throat becoming dry at your figure. for a second he got slightly jealous as he observed you talk to one of his moms friend son, which clearly he took a liking.

he scrunched his brows and cleared throat, his mom coming next to him, “you okay jude? y/n looks so pretty doesn’t she,” his mom taunted his head more to which jude snickered. “she always looks beautiful mom,” he did his attempted wink, and walked over to the living room leaving her with a brow raised.

a warm and larger palm touched your shoulder, making you jump, and look down shyly as you stood next to jude. “hi max, you good?” jude pursed, clearly bothered by the interaction which left you confused.

before max respond could respond, jude cut him off “thats good, gonna borrow this one really quick,” he pulled you aside to the kitchen where it was alone. your heels clicked on the grown still holding the cupcakes. “jude slow down,” you warned him.

as you set the tray down, jude double checked the doorway, and strides to where you were. you giggled at his pout and frown. “it was driving me insane. you talking to him? while you look so sexy in this dress? jesus it’s gonna drive me crazy all night. you look beautiful darling,” jude rambled, his hands roaming your sides and placed firmly on your ass.

“thank you baby, you look handsome yourself,” although you were still wearing heels, you had to lean up, and jude lean down to catch your lips in a quick kiss, that then turned into three pecks, “i left lipstick all over your lips jude,” you tried to wipe it away but two gasps had you standing still.

“WE KNEW IT! OH MY GOSH! ITS A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!” said your mom, her hands covering her mouth as she smiled huge. jude’s mom just smirked and walked over to the two of you, “care to explain jude?”

jude still had lipstick on his lips, which made you laugh as your wrapped your hand on his right bicep and muscles. his cheeks slightly went red, embarrassed at being caught, “well we’ve been dating for a year… and she’s the woman i’m gonna marry,” he said confidently.

“A YEAR? YOUVE BEEN DATING FOR A YEAR? john grab my glass this is worth to celebrate,” your mom fanned her face dramatically before joining jude’s mom next to her. they have the two of you warm and tight hugs, scolding you for keeping it hidden for so long.

“we’re so happy for the two of you, i’m glad the two of you found each other and are able to start a relationship! we love you guys,” his mom said. after a quick conversation, jude pulled you into the bathroom, he took a quick selfie of his marked red lips and posted it onto his story, captioning it with “merry christmas to all 🤍🎄”

you cleaned his lips and tried to remove every red mark. walking back out to being faced with everyone looking at you, the two of you chuckled nervously, jude’s hand finding home with yours as everyone continued to stare.

“congratulations on finally making it officially,” jobe teased everyone cheering, which made you hide your face onto his chest.

[melodymay-k1tty]

Hello...

Well, could you do a scenario where the S/O should take care of some drunk OC and they declare their love to her or something...? Well, actually that would be cool with a Fem!Reader, but do as you wish, it's your choice!🫠💕 Btw I would also admire if in Part 1 you could include Sabo and Corazon in particular, I would really like to see them in this situation lmao😵‍💫

SABO ★ CORAZON ★ SANJI ★ LAW: DECLARING HIS LOVE FOR S/O AFTER GETTING DRUNK.

A/N: Well, I'm new to this scenario thing, and I'm not that big a fan of requests, cuz I can't write about something if I don't feel it in my heart... But I think I can manage about it. So here it is. Thank you so much for all your love, care and support! 🤧🩷

Age Rating: +12

Content Warning: consumption of alcoholic drinks. kiss description. maybe a little angst.

Genres: fluffy. headcanons (scenario).

Characters: sabo x fem!reader. corazon x fem!reader. sanji x fem!reader. law x fem!reader.

Word Count: 2.2k

SABO (Being the user of Mera Mera no Mi🔥)

• You are a high-ranking officer in the Revolutionary Army, Sabo's right-hand. After a successful mission of the two of you in Dressrosa, he decided to invite you to drink something in a bar, which was located on an island nearby. You accepted.

• You're not a big fan of alcohol, but Sabo didn't know that. The blonde guy, on the other hand, was a big fan of alcoholic drinks, and used to consume it whenever he was successful in his missions (which is quite often).

• He sat at the counter bar after you two comes there, and you did the same. Sabo called for a waiter who came immediately. He placed his order, which was beer, and asked you to order yours.

“I'll have a non-alcoholic strawberry cocktail with condensed milk, please.” You talk while the waiter writes it down on his pad of paper.

“Alright, ma'am and sir. I will bring your order soon.” He speaks after withdrawing from there.

Sabo looked at you in a somewhat strange way. “You don’t drink alcohol?”

“No, I like sweet drinks more.” You speak while he stares at you seriously, but he soon opens a smile. “Cutie.” He smiles like a know-it-all.

You looked at him strangely, and he immediately retaliated. “I meant, you look like a cute little girl acting like that.” He makes fun of your face a little.

“Sabo...” You look at him with hate and you were ready to attack him. But the waiter interrupts them.

“Your order is almost ready. In the meantime, would you like to fill out this survey?” He asks while handing over a sheet with some questions.

“What is it about?” You ask. “Can't you read, little girl?” Sabo laughs and makes fun of your face some more. “It's a survey about couples, and here it also says that couples who respond will get a discount of up to 50% on the amount spent at the bar.” He says with his knowing smile.

“But we're not a cou...” Before you can finish your sentence, Sabo puts his hand over your mouth, preventing you from speaking. “Will we really get that discount?” He asks the waiter, with his usual smile.

“Of course, sir. Just complete the survey with your girlfriend, and you'll get 50% off. It's a data collection survey for an article that will be released on Valentine's Day, in the island's local newspaper.”

“I understand. I'll do it as soon as possible then.” Sabo speaks enthusiastically to the waiter who leaves. The blondie starts marking off some answers on the survey, like we're really dating.

You had already understood that Sabo was a cheapskate and didn't like to spend money on others. So you decided to just leave it down.

He finished marking the answers, and shortly after that, your drinks arrived.

You two started drinking, but Sabo got too carried away. He ordered more and more glasses of beer, one after another. Maybe he was thinking that 50% off could become 100%...

And when you least realized it, he was out of his mind. “Y/N, let's go home soon” he grumble drunkenly, collapsing on top of you.

His sleepy voice showed just how much alcohol had already knocked him out. You saw no option but to take him for home.

“Okay, just let me pay the bill first” Apparently, the account is left for you. But thinking on the bright side, at least a discount you would have.

Sabo couldn't even pay attention to what you said. You then placed him gently propped up in the chair, and got up to go pay the bill.

After that, you put him on your shoulders and left the bar with him.

“How heavy he is...” You complain while carrying he with difficulties.

He had a stupid smile on his face, he looked like a retard. You looked at him strangely.

“What it is?” You asked arching your eyebrow. Sabo acted strange after your question, he turned red and sparks started to come out of his logia body.

He smirks again, his cheeks getting redder.

“Y/N, I love you…” His stupid smile gave it all away. You were in shock and ended up letting go of him, letting him fall to the ground.

“AAUGH!” he lets out a groan of pain as he strokes his own head. “Hmph. Y/N, why are you so mean to me?” he says this as he gets up, and his drunken body begins to stagger.

“I'm sorry, Sabo...” You say as you help him up. “Y-you… Are you serious?” you widen your eyes.

“Y/N, I want to sleep with you today and always...” he closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep. You leaned against a bench, pulling Sabo with you, and make a phone call for Dragon, who went to get you and took you to your house.

You two went to your rooms, and you went to sleep thoughtfully.

The next day you woke up and went to the kitchen for breakfast, bumping into Sabo, who blushed violently when he saw you. But now, in an embarrassed way.

“H-hello, I-I'm sorry about what happened yesterday...” He speaks awkwardly. “It's okay, Sabo-kun...” You smile sweetly.

You two was in a compelling silent for a while. Until he decides to say something. “I think we need to talk… I need to clear something up.”

“Sure, what is it?” You looked fine on the outside, but on the inside, your heart was beating hard with fear of what he might say to you.

“Dragon told me everything. I know what I say to you in yesterday night, and about that... I need to tell you that it's really true.” Now he was staring at you. And again, sparks were shooting out of his body, his face was red and he was probably really fear of what you might say too.

“Sabo-kun...” You murmur.

“Okay, I understand that you might not feel the same about me. But I would like you to know that, although.” He says as him leave the kitchen, but you pull him by the arm.

“S-Sabo...” You look deep into his eyes, and he looks into yours. Your bright eyes never stopped looking at each other. “I love you too.” You said as you approached him. The blondie approached you too, shifting his gaze between your eyes and your lips.

He placed his big hand on your face, and kissed you passionately but calmly. Your lips glued to each other, were making your bodies approach too, and in a matter of moments, you and Sabo were glued and your kiss was getting even more intense and passionate.

“I am the happiest man in the world to know that, my little girl.” He speaks after parting with you, stroking your hair and smiling cutely at you. “But I love you more...”

Finally you could understand, that he didn't do the couple survey to get a discount, but because he loves you and, in fact, wanted you like his girlfriend.

CORAZON ♠️

• You were part of the Donquixote Pirates, led by the infamous Doflamingo. While you were still living in Spider Miles, the whole family was gathered at the table and having dinner, when you felt someone poke you under the table.

• You looked to the side, seeing Corazon's serene face disguise as he lit a cigarette. He had left a note on top of your thighs.

• You pocketed the note and politely left the table, getting Doflamingo's permission. You went to your room and read the note. On it was written “You said you wanted to get to know me better. We're going out to eat today, I know of a wonderful restaurant nearby. I hope you isn't full yet.” You opened a silly smile when you read the note, and ran to change your clothes, and soon to meet him discreetly outside. You climbed out your bedroom window and left, going to meet Corazon.

He was leaning against the wall outside the house. As always in silence, lighting his cigarette. When he realized you were there, he stared fixedly at you, and let his cigarette go out carelessly.

“Wh-what is?” You asked embarrassed as you crossed your legs because of your momentary shyness.

“Nothing” He answered coldly and walked away, and you followed him. You felt honored that you were the only person who knew Corazon could speak. It was like you were special.

You two finally arrived at the restaurant, beautifully decorated with artifacts of dragons and other ancient legends creatures. The food smelled divine.

“Hmm” You mutter at that delicious smell. “Maybe you really were right when you said this restaurant is wonderful, Corazon” You say smiling.

“You can be sure I don't make mistakes when it comes to food” He replied confidently and sat down at a table in the corner of the restaurant, with your company.

The waiter came to serve us with a menu in hand. “Good night, sir and ma'am. What will you want for today? Our menu is full of original and exclusive recipes only from here, but we also have traditional ones” He says as he places the menu on the table.

“I'll have the dragon meat in white sauce, with vegetables and all the extras. For a drink, I would like a red wine and a white wine” Corazon spoke without even thinking twice, making you speechless.

“Right, sir” The waiter takes your order. “And Ma'am, what will you want?” he asks you, while Corazon looks at you waiting for your answer.

“T-the same as him. But instead of wine, I would like a melon juice” You say with a little embarrassment, for not ordering something fancier.

“Alright, your order will arrive within 30 minutes” The waiter speaks after bowing and leaving.

You felt Corazon's heavy gaze on you. “What do you want to know about me?” He asks suspicious.

You were intimidated by his look, but you answered him. “I just wanted a friend. Sometimes I feel really lonely around here... And looking at Doffy's face really isn't one of the best hobbies” He looked convinced by your answer. "I understand. In that case, I'm sorry to tell you, but I can't be a friend.”

“N-no? Why?” You ask incredulously.

He gives a blank look and then lights his cigarette. “It's complicated to explain to you, but it's better that way. We can’t have any kind of bond.”

You give him a sad and downcast look. “I see, it's okay.”

And so, you talk about friendship ends there, until you two talk about the crew matters, and the food finally arrives.

“Hmm, wow! It smells delicious. I've never tasted dragon meat before. I thought they were extinct...” You say looking appetizingly at the food.

“Dragons are just hard to find, but they never went extinct” Corazon is as serious as ever as he begins to cut his meat and eat it. You could see a bright in his eyes as he tasted the meat, and the same happens to you.

After a few minutes, you realized that Corazon was acting strange. He'd started to get tipsy after drinking so many glasses of wine, and he'd even had a little whiskey too.

He got up abruptly, you ran to hold him when you saw that he had almost fallen to the ground. “C-corazon! Are you okay?" You ask worriedly as you hold in his shoulders.

His eyes were small and bloodshot, probably from the drunken effect of alcohol. “Y/N... I...” He tries to say something with difficulty.

“Please don't do that again!” You scold him. “You almost fell, you know how worried I was?” You ask angrily and as you look at him, you see that he is staring at you with twinkling eyes. He approached you slowly, when he finally pressed his lips to yours.

“Y/N, I… love you” He whispers after breaking away from the kiss. “But we can't be together, only for your own good” Tears start to fall from his eyes.

“W-what? What are you talking about, Cora-san?” you ask incredulously. “D-do you love me?” Your eyes widen. “And why are you saying that? We can not be together? What...?"

He doesn't say anything for a few seconds as the tears fall down his face. Until Corazon finally says something...

“I... I CAN'T!” He screams while crying. “I'm on a suicide mission, I'm going to die. I'm cheating on Doffy, Y/N” He keeps crying “I love you so much, and I don't know if you feel the same, but...”

“Ya, Corazon! I feel the same, I love you too!” You grab his shirt with your fingernails and speak with desperation.

Gently, he removes your hands from his shirt, and squeezes it affectionately. “I'm sorry, Y/N” He speaks with a look filled with sadness. “But I can't risk losing you or hurting you. We can't be together, and you can't get attached to me. Please… Just forget about it” He asks while stroking your chin with his thumb.

You start crying uncontrollably.

“I'm going to die... It's just a matter of time” He whispers sadly, which makes you cry even more, and hug him tightly, not wanting to leave him never ever.

He gently separates you from the embrace.

“But know that I will always love you, my sweet Y/N” Corazon finally smiles, a smile so big as the love you feel for him.

You will never accept your parting words.

SANJI 💐

(The rest I will continue later)

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

Please tell me more about Autistic Syd, I thought I was the only one who had this head canon, I just can't place why I do

Hi!! I need to make more Syd gifs but for now, this one works for everything Syd related tbh because I love it.

Okay, I guess this is my excuse to finally write a meta for Syd. :) First off, all of this rambling about my headcanons for them has to come with the giant warning that because we don’t have a ton of information about Syd except through their relationship with Elena, I’m well aware that this is conjecture and hunches and I can’t always point to specific aha! evidence as to why I interpret them the way I do. In some cases it really is as simple and as complicated as ‘I’m on the spectrum and this thing feels like me, ergo Syd seems Autistic too but you won’t exactly find the thing in the diagnostic criteria.’

Okay, so what do we know about Syd? They’re big into social justice, nerdy fandom, and Elena. They’re also not super good at reading nuanced or complicated social cues, a potential Autistic clue. A lot of what we see between them and Elena when conflict arises is that they either expect Elena to know what they mean even when they’re not expressing it very clearly (Benihana’s), or they misunderstand Elena’s behavior and from it draw the wrong conclusion (the cookie, the lockdown). Now, granted, miscommunication happens to neurotypical people too…but it’s definitely an Autistic flag for me, especially when you can see it in Syd compared to Elena, who is also a social justice and fandom nerd, but who trips herself up in other ways (usually anxiety and inexperience).

What about social norms more broadly? We know that Syd is homeschooled, though we don’t know why. It could be their parents’ choice for all kinds of reasons, or it could have been decided that homeschooling would be the best way to educate Syd and/or their brother for reasons having to do with the kids. We don’t know, because we know nothing really about their home life. Either way, Syd is a loveable weirdo but capable of getting along with others, including new people. They may approach socializing in an unconventional way (see Alex and the zombie video), but they clearly make online friends well enough and seem fairly comfortable among groups of people (like Elena’s family).

It’s impossible to tell whether their quirkiness makes homeschooling a good fit for them, or if being homeschooled helped make them quirky. But I’m not willing to rule out the possibility that Syd’s parents chose homeschooling to support their Autistic needs and sensitivities while they were growing up. The reality is, older Autistic kids aren’t always the media cliches you see of people who rock in a corner and don’t respond to others. Everyone’s different, and a lot of us develop strategies to pass as somewhat neurotypical, or as close as we can manage…and especially those of us assigned female at birth (which it seems like Syd was) who are less commonly diagnosed than Autistic boys, we can get really good at it. I spent my entire school career being considered a freak–overenthusiastic, incapable of controlling my emotions and thoughts, different from everyone else in a thousand tiny ways that nobody could have pinpointed but everybody recognized–but nobody ever thought I might be developmentally disabled. I navigated things well enough that I was just ‘weird.’ With a caring and supportive home environment that also doubled as school, Syd might have reached the same place by the time they were sixteen.

Also, while Syd is comfortable around Elena’s family and in public places like the school dance, they seem pretty introverted too. Faced with a party, they’re more likely to dive into a magazine or escape to the balcony as they are to make small talk. Their interactions with Alex, one-on-one, seem much more comfortable, but that may be because they already have the established common ground of Elena that makes it easier for them to engage in conversation. Introversion also does not automatically equal Autism, but being Autistic can look a lot like introversion, in a social context. I hate small talk and tend to be quiet at parties until I find one person I actually want to talk to, and then I tend to be very animated and never shut up. Sound at all like Syd with Alex, once talking to Elena fizzled out?

Something I’ve found to be true in my own experience is that Autistic people, who have to learn social norms that come easily to other people, are capable of seeing them for the arbitrary boundaries they are. The fact that gender is a social construct is something that’s always made perfect sense to me, because as a society we make all the rules up–and the less sense they make to Autistic people, the more aware of that we are. Breaking them is a choice, rather than some kind of defiance of a perfect higher order. In other words, if Syd is Autistic, that might have helped them become as comfortable as they seem to be in their own skin and identity, accepting their nonbinary nature rather than feeling the need to fight it.

Syd definitely fits the Autistic traits of having specific interests and being logically oriented. They’re not especially rigid or obsessive about them, though, that we see. Their reasons for not telling Elena their sexual history before they’re in the hotel together follows Syd’s own internal logic, whether it makes sense to anyone else or not. And they have some intense interests, that span a range of geeky fandoms. But we don’t see any narrow focus and deep well of knowledge about one area. I certainly know from personal experience that fandom can be a special interest, and if we knew more about Syd outside their relationship with Elena, we might learn that they do have one passion that they’ve spent years fixated on. The big ask shows us that they’re creative in an eccentric, enthusiastic way, which always gets my attention for potential spectrum qualities.

We don’t see any obvious sensory issues with Syd. They don’t show any unusual sensitivities to foods or clothing textures, loud noises, etc. They do have a slightly unusual voice, a little flat in tone with less expressiveness, which can be an Autistic trait.

One other trait that codes Syd as Autistic is their relationship to honesty. Unlike Elena, who sometimes lies, Syd is persistently honest. The traits that make them unusual, even ones that might seem unflattering, they are nothing but upfront about. And they’re trusting, taking others at their word as well. After knowing Elena for months and never once hearing about or meeting any of her friends, they completely believe her lie that she’s popular at school, when other people would have been naturally suspicious. This could be because they are young and in love and want to see the good in the world around them…or it could be because they tell the truth and expect the same from everyone else. When you go from ‘likes to believe that people are honest’ to ‘never even considers the possibility of lying as something people could do,’ that’s a significant spectrum quality.

Now, honestly, based solely on what we see of Syd in canon, are they Autistic? It’s kind of impossible to tell for sure. We just don’t know enough about their home life and how they are when they’re not with Elena, to say with total certainty one way or the other. If they are Autistic, they definitely only display mild traits on the show. No repeating words a lot, stimming, avoiding crowds or small talk, etc. But since every Autistic person is different, and lots of spectrum kids grow up with behavioral therapy support now and learn much better coping mechanisms than I did at Syd’s age, it’s entirely possible they could be Autistic even without showing more intense, ‘classic’ signs in their limited screentime.

So personally, I like my headcanon that Syd may be Autistic. Because whether they are or not, they are definitely a giant, wonderful nerd–and the kind of character I would enjoy sharing a common experience like Autism with, when it’s so often portrayed on TV in ways that are hurtful or unrealistic.

tl;dr Syd definitely has some traits that could be read as Autistic; we don’t see them enough to know for sure; I claim them as one of ours anyway because they’re awesome so I say you can too, if you want :)

[galactic-magick]

I Choose You: Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Summary: Your parents and the Ootoris set up an arranged marriage between you and Kyoya for business reasons.

Words: 3100+                                          

Warnings: swearing, angst

Author’s Notes: uhhhh so my hand slipped and I wrote a whole ass Kyoya fic cuz I love that bitch I’m not sorry. (btw normal text is present and italics are flashbacks. Gender neutral pronouns and language for reader!)

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Your reflection in the mirror haunts you. It hurts. You can’t pretend it’s all a nightmare anymore, this is your reality. The reality you didn’t choose.

But maybe you would if the circumstances were different.

Servants, tailors, and seamstresses are fluttering all around you, making adjustments to your wedding ensemble. It looks perfect, more than perfect. It’s everything you ever wanted, and it looks amazing on you. You continue to stare at yourself in the mirror, knowing how proud your parents would be when you walked to the front of the wedding ceremony. They would be happy, even if you weren’t.

Your parents business has been failing for months now, and they needed to fix it fast. The Ootori family agreed to help if you married their youngest son as a symbol of the partnership. Of course your parents wouldn’t threaten you if you didn’t do it, but you knew how much they needed it. You’ve always known there was a chance you’d end up in an arranged marriage anyway, even if you’ve also always dreamed of love. You were willing to give up a love marriage in order to help them, and after all, you could certainly do worse than Kyoya. You knew he’d treat you well and provide for you, and quite frankly you couldn’t imagine him caring enough to hurt you or bother you.

 “Thank you so much again for making this deal with us,” your father nodded.

“Of course. Your company has quite a few valuable prospects,” Mr. Ootori smiles.

You gazed at Kyoya across the room, who’s barely made any eye contact with you the entire time. You could tell he wasn’t thrilled about this either, but there was something else, something more than disinterest. Was it anger? Determination?

“Shall we leave them alone for a bit? They should get to know each other better if they’re going through with this, don’t you think?” your mother suggested, gesturing to you.

“Certainly,” Mr. Ootori sat up and left the room, your parents following soon after and shutting the door.

“So…” you started, trailing off. What was there even to say?

Kyoya shot up from his chair and began pacing around the room, settling for a few moments by the window but soon going right back to pacing. He chewed his pen a bit, occasionally scribbling things down on his notepad.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

He continued to ignore you, deep in thought.

“Look, I get that you don’t like me, but can we at least talk? I’m going to have to live with your ass for the rest of my life you know,”

“It’s not that I don’t like you,” his eyes finally met yours, almost so much it was frightening. “You’re quite attractive actually and I don’t see any reason we wouldn’t get along. But that doesn’t negate the fact that this was forced on us. We have every right to be angry,”

You were stunned that the first thing he said to you was so direct.

“I mean, I guess so,”

“My father doesn’t know how much power I truly have over his company. We could take it from him and make our lives whatever we want. We could continue to work together or we could separate if that’s what you desire. They’ll be sorry for forcing their will on their children,”

“What about my parents?”

“What about them?”

“They’ll go bankrupt without this deal. They’ll lose everything,”

“Their deal is with the company, not my father. Once I become the head I’ll make sure they get what they need,”

Damn, he really had all this planned out.

“How long will we be married before you do all this?”

“It will take at least a year, possibly two. Too quick and we’ll raise suspicion, too slow and we’ll miss our chance,”

You nod. It made sense, but you couldn’t help but feel cheated. He didn’t care about you in the slightest, he was simply using this unfortunate marriage situation for his own gain and revenge. What were you supposed to do for the short time you were married? Sit around his mansion and wait?

You huff, “Look, I’m glad you’re getting some good out of this, but don’t you think we should at least try to be friends? I’m not just going to sit here and be a tool for your masterplan. Whether you like it or not, we’re going to be partners for a while and I’d rather not spend it being bored,”

Kyoya blinked. Clearly he didn’t calculate any sort of relationship into his plan, and the fact you weren’t blindly going along with it confused him.

You roll your eyes, “Can’t we at least go out to dinner a few times? You know, talk a little bit?”

“That sounds dangerously close to a date,”

“So what if it is? You said yourself you think I’m attractive and you think we’d get along,”

“I suppose I did,” he smiled.

 You decide to turn around, hoping not seeing yourself for a few minutes will distract you.

You sincerely hope everything will work out, hope that everything will turn out fine. You trust Kyoya, he’ll do anything he can to keep his word. Your parents will be taken care of. You will be taken care of. His excuse of a father will be out of the picture.

What will you even do when it’s all said and done? Go off on your own? Get more education? Travel? Find love with someone else?

The future’s never been more terrifying.

At least you won’t be miserable. You can tell Kyoya’s made an effort to care about you throughout your engagement, he won’t be an awful husband for the year or so you’ll be married.

But does he really care about you? Or he just acting like it because you asked him to?

 Kyoya picked you up in his limousine for your first “date,” taking you to a fancy restaurant downtown. Surprisingly he was the one to initiate conversations during the whole thing, asking you about your life, your hobbies, your interests. You found you actually have a lot in common, and you end up talking for hours, literally until the restaurant closes and kicks you out.

“I would take you somewhere else, but I’m afraid it’s getting too late,” he said, opening the door of the limo for you to get in.

You frowned. You were actually having a really good time.

“Tomorrow?”

“Hmm?” he raised a brow.

“We could hang out again tomorrow?”

“Sure,”

 You opened your eyes, awoken from some noise outside. You looked around, assuming it was just some branches brushing against the side of the house. You rolled over, trying to get back to sleep.

The banging starts up again, and this time when you sat up you could almost swear you saw a hand through your window.

You stood up, trudging over and opening it.

“Kyoya? What the fuck are you doing?!”

“It’s tomorrow,” he smirked. You gaze at the clock. He’s right, it’s nearly 1 AM.

“I never pegged you for the sneaking out type,”

“Well, I do most of my best thinking at night, so I like to sit on the roof or go for a walk once everyone’s asleep,” he took a look at you in your pajamas. “Would you like to accompany me?”

“Give me a sec,” you shut the curtains and slipped on some clothes and freshened up a bit. You returned and started climbing out the window, Kyoya helping you get down to the ground.

“Where would you like to go?” he asked.

“This was your idea,”

“I suppose so,”

He ended up leading you to a small park his family owned, with a little pond and some benches and trees. You sat down and looked around, listening to the distant sounds of the night.

“I misjudged you, Kyoya,”

“You thought I was an asshole, didn’t you?”

You laughed, “Yeah, just a bit,”

“I certainly can be, I won’t claim otherwise,” he sat down next to you. “But I’m not opposed to expanding my horizons. You offered a valid point. A friendship and partnership may very well be in our best interests,”

“Ugh,” you groaned. “There you go again with your best interests shit,”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re telling me that you’re only trying to be friends with me because it’s in your best interest?”

“Is that…not how friendships work?” he squinted. “I am interested in being friends with you. I am interested in being your partner. Why does that upset you?”

“Because you’re talking about me like my love and respect is something for you to take or gain,”

“I apologize,” he hummed. “I’m afraid I don’t have much experience in the type of relationship you want,”

“You’ve never had a real friend? You’ve never cared about anyone for who they were more than what they could give you?”

“No, I have. Just not many,”

You almost felt…bad for him. He was trying, at least.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t be so harsh,” you looked at him. “I know we can make this work. We just need to be patient with each other, that’s all,”

“Alright,” he agreed.

You continued your conversation from earlier, and things felt good again. You really do get along well, it’s a shame you weren’t actually in love.

 You check your phone, seeing a text from Kyoya sent just a few minutes ago. You open it, and he’s asking where you are because he wants to talk to you. You tell him no, not today, but he insists.

You stop responding, figuring no matter what you say he’ll come anyway. You didn’t tell him where you were, but a quick questioning of a few servants and someone would tell him.

You don’t particularly want to see him right now, not like this. This is your time to feel bad about yourself and lose your mind worrying about the future, and he’s not going to help that.

You don’t hate him, quite the opposite, but he’s only a reminder of what you have but could never be.

 You and Kyoya have gone on several more outings over the past few months, and it’s getting closer and closer to the wedding. He’s taken you to all his family’s properties, resorts, parks, and more. You’ve gone to almost every restaurant in town (yes, even commoner ones, you both found it entertaining), and you’ve spent many nights walking around the city. You’ve spent days indoors playing board and card games and watching movies. You genuinely enjoyed spending most of your free time with him.

But tonight’s a bit different.

Tonight you won’t be alone, on your own terms. Tonight was the rehearsal dinner, and of course both your families were going overboard. Barely any of it was going to be spent actually rehearsing for the wedding. There’s going to be dancing, food and drinks, and basically a party all night long.

Everyone’s going to be watching you, everyone’s eyes are going to be on you.

You met up with Kyoya after getting ready so you could walk in together. You put on your most formal outfits, besides the ones for the wedding a few days from now.

When he saw you, he averted his gaze immediately as if he’d just caught you naked.

“You look good,” he coughed.

“So do you,” you laughed.

He offered you his arm and you took it, walking down the hallway into the ballroom.

You had to do an awful lot of greeting before doing anything else. Everyone wants to talk to you and congratulate you, even people you swear you’ve never met in your life. There’s a mix of family, friends, and other business partners. Some people were probably there simply because they could be due to their status, and had no interest in the celebration whatsoever.

When you’re finally free of conversation, you raced to the table to grab some refreshments. They prepared the best food possible, including some of your favorites.

Kyoya found you again just as you were finishing, offering his arm to you once again.

“May I have this dance?”

You almost choked, “You dance?”

“Of course I do. So is my fiancé going to refuse me or not?”

You smiled and shook your head, giggling a bit as he drags you to the floor.

No one was doing anything particularly complicated, just waltzes, and thank goodness that was the case. You could barely think straight from everything going on.

Surprisingly Kyoya wasn’t a stiff dancer, his movements were consistent but flowed perfectly with the music. He held you closer than you thought he would, but gently.

You felt your body heat up and chills in your stomach and down your spine. How are those two things even possible to happen at the same time?

Well, shit. You weren’t actually falling for him were you?

You thought these past few months would be tedious, but they’ve actually been some of the best of your life. Kyoya’s become your best friend, and gosh you want to spend the rest of your life with him. You understand each other. You both want to break away from your controlling families and finally find your own happiness. You can spend hours talking about everything and nothing. You can make each other laugh like no one else ever has.

Maybe this arranged marriage could become a love marriage. Just maybe.

But no. Kyoya made his intentions very clear. You doubt he’s developed the same feelings for you. He may see you as a valued friend, but he’ll fell nothing when you inevitably break off your relationship in a couple years.

Kyoya must’ve noticed you zoning out in thought, because he stops dancing and brings his hands to your shoulders.

“Are you alright? Do you need some air?”

You nodded, and he leads you out onto the balcony outside the ballroom, keeping a hand on your back.

You take a deep breath, desperately trying to compose yourself after your realization. Should you tell him? No, absolutely not. Bad idea.

Why did this have to happen? Now you were even more miserable. Were you really so weak that you had to catch feelings?

“It’s going to be fine, you know,” he assured you. “I know it seems overwhelming, but by the end of the week we’ll be on our own and they can’t constantly be on our backs anymore,”

“Yeah,” you sighed, your breath stopping in your throat. “Do you think anyone will notice if I leave? I’m exhausted,”

“They probably will, unfortunately,” he looked out at the view. “But we can stay out here until they notice,”

“Thanks,” you grumbled. Your head was throbbing.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You managed to survive the rest of the night, barely.

You tried to get some rest, you have a fitting tomorrow, and then all you have to do is wait for the big day.

 You’ve been standing here for at least an hour, and you’re starting to get irritated. How long does it take to fit something? It looks fine.

You turn around again and stop breathing for a moment when you see Kyoya in the doorway. His hair is ruffled and he looks like he didn’t sleep at all, but there’s a smile on his face.

“I’d like to speak to my fiancé please,” he says.

You look away.

“Absolutely not! Don’t you know you’re not supposed to see each other’s outfits before the big day?” one of the tailors pipes up.

“Well, seeing as I already saw it, I don’t think it matters,” he motions for them to leave. “You’re dismissed,”

He waits until they’re gone before he approaches you, but by that time you’ve fallen down and started crying. You’re shaking on the edge of the platform you were standing on, your hands covering your face.

“You’ve been avoiding me all morning. What’s wrong?” he asks.

“This isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” you sniffle. “For everyone else this is the best time of their life. But it’s not for me,”

Kyoya crouches down in front of you.

He doesn’t cut in, so you keep going, “Look at me. I look great, I look just like how I wanted to as a kid, but it’s all wrong. Everything’s wrong. I thought I was okay with this, but I’m not. I hate this. I don’t hate you, but I hate this,”

You keep sobbing, trying to pretend he’s not there watching you. It’s not too hard actually, since you can barely see through the tears.

“Well, I suppose this might be the worst time to tell you what I was planning to tell you,” he tries not to laugh as not to be insensitive, but it comes out anyway.

“W-What?” you rub your eyes, seeing him a little clearer.

“I know this won’t fix anything, but I want you to know I do genuinely care about you. It was never part of the original agreement or plan, but I’ve come to feel more for you than I’ve felt for anyone. I just…I want you to know that. You’re not a tool to me anymore,” he takes a deep breath, “I love you,”

You stop crying for a moment, too shocked for the tears to keep flowing. Did he really just say that?

“I understand that you probably don’t feel the same, which is alright. I will still honor our original plan, get you everything you wanted, and allow you to leave whenever you please. But if you’ll have me as your husband, a real husband, you’re welcome to stay,”

The sobs break out again, barely able to get out the words, “I love you too,”

“You do? Really?” his eyes light up.

You nod vigorously, beaming through the tears, “Yes,”

“But you just said you hated this? That you were miserable?”

“Only because I thought you didn’t feel the same,”

“Oh,” he chuckles. “Well then,” he takes your hand and places his other on your cheek, looking into your eyes. “Will you marry me? Please?”

You laugh, “I guess,”

He smiles and pulls your face to his, kissing you softly. You take the initiative to deepen it, slithering your fingers into his tousled hair. He’s the last to pull away, and immediately pulls you back for more, even when you can barely breathe.

You can feel him smiling against your lips, his thumbs wiping all your tears away.

You thought you’d never know what it was like to be truly loved.

But now you do.

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More Author’s Notes: This is my first time writing for OHSHC lol. Might dabble in it more in the future cuz I had a blast writing this XD Hope you enjoyed and feel free to tell me what you think!

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No More Second Chances: Chapter Two

So you all voted and your wanted to read this one more! So I hope you enjoy!

The Master: Master List

No More Second Chances: Master List

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When the plane landed, she got off the plane and got her luggage. She entered the main area of the airport, where three people with a sign stood. She smiled and walked towards the group. “Hello, are you Marinette?”

“Yes, are you my host family?” She smiled, holding out her hand.

“Yes, I’m Jon, this is my dad, Clark, and my mom Lois,” Jon said, pulling her into a hug.

“Well it’s nice to meet all of you,” Marinette said.

“It’s nice to meet you too, are you hungry? We were wondering if you want to stop for food on the way,” Lois said, warmly. 

“That would be lovely,” Marinette said, following them to the car. When they were sitting in the Chick-fil-a (love their food btw), Lois informed her that she would have her own room, every other weekend Jon and her will go to either stay in Gotham with friends or Smallville to stay with Jon’s grandparents, and that she will be starting school the upcoming Wednesday,

“We wanted to give you a day to get acclimated to the time difference,” Clark said, throwing out the trash, The drive to their apartment in the city was full of light chatter. She learned that he is a year younger than and even though he lives in Metropolis, he attends Gotham Academy, he takes the early train to school. She also learned that her host parents are none other than Lois Lane and Clark Kent.

She spent the next day sleeping and getting settled. She got up Wednesday earlier than she would’ve at home. Lois was sitting at the table sipping a cup of coffee and checking emails on a tablet. “Good morning, Marinette, there’s coffee on the counter. Jon will be out of the shower in a bitf for when you want to get ready.”

“Thank you Lois,” Marinette said, grabbing a mug from the cabinet, before pouring herself a cup.

“Good morning, Marinette!” Jon says cheerfully, skipping into the kitchen, his hair wet, sticking to his forehead. His smile is as bright as ever.

“Good morning, Jon!” Marinette greets back, equally cheerful.

“I can’t wait for you to see the school, it's so nice, there're so many nice people there,” Jon said, grabbing Lucky Charms from the cabinet.

“Ok I’m excited to meet your friends,” Marinette said, leaving the kitchen to get changed. She cringes at the uniform she was told to wear a black skirt, button up white blouse, a red tie, and a black blazer with the Gotham Academy symbol. She brushes her hair out, leaving it semi-wavy, and puts on light make up to cover up her tiredness. She smiled, looking in the mirror, before leaving the bathroom. Jon was waiting by the door, holding her backpack out for her. 

“Merci Jon,” She says, taking her backpack. “Come on! Let’s go catch the train,” Jon said, whipping open the door. He rushed down the hall and pushed the button. The door was opening as Marinette caught up to him.

“How do you have so much energy?” She asks, leaning against the elevator’s wall.

“Sorry, I’m just excited,” Jon said, him rocking on and off his heels.

“For what?” “For you to meet my friends! And of course my best friend,” He said, the elevatoring dinging, they’re on the first floor. 

“How far is it to the train station?” As they leave the lobby.

“Just around the block, we have all year-around tickets.”

“Cool, how long is the train ride?”

“About a half hour,” Jon said, taking a seat. Marinette pulls out her sketchbook, letting herself be inspired by the outfits around her. Jon put on his headphones and just to cut down on the noise of the crowded subway. It was not long before Jon tapped Marinette, drawing her out of her mind and back to reality. “It’s time to get off. School start in half an hour and it's a three block walk.” As they walk, Jon points out things and talks about everything he knows about the place. As they walk up to school, a black car pulls up Jon, runs up to greet the person. Marinette shakes her head before joining Jon.

“Why do you keep doing that?” Marinette asks, reaching the two raven-hair boys. She looked at the new boy, smiled and said. “You must be Jon’s best friend, he’s been really excited for me to meet you.” She holds out her hand.

“I’m Damian, you are?” He asks, taking her hand, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m Marinette, Jon’s exchange sister? Is that how you would say it?”

“We’re hosting Marinette, so host siblings?”

“That works,” Marinette laughs.

“Class is starting soon,” Damian said curtly, ending the previous conversations.

“I have a favor to ask,” Jon smiles, bringing out his puppy dog eyes.

“And what is that?” Damain sighs, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“Since I'm a year younger than Marinette, and you both happen to be the same age. You probably have some of the same classes, would you be able to help lead her around? I really only trust you not to hit on her,” Jon pleaded, smiling widely. “I’ll owe you one, maybe help you get out of a gala or out of one of your family nights.”

“Fine,” Damian grumbles, as Jon hugs him.

“Jon, I can take care of myself ya know?” Marinette sighs, turning to walk away, leaving the two boys alone, or as alone as you can get in public.

“Sorry, I may not know her well but, she’s independent, doesn’t like assumptions, and apparently, hates liars, and will be the crap out of anyone. She’s stubborn but a complete sunshine child, like she challenges my sun shining-ness,” Jon says, quickly. “Bye.” he exclaims, skipping off.

“whatever,” Damian groaned, following the ravenette. When he found her, she was talking to the secretary.

“Here’s your time table, your locker number, and password.” the secretary says, handing her a couple of pieces of paper. 

“Thank you, monsieur!” Marinette exclaims, before turning to Damian. “Are you going to be that slow all day? I don’t want to be late.”

“Are you going to be rude all day, no? Ok let's go then,” He grumbles, leaving her no room for an answer. He started walking away towards the senior hall, where their lockers are. She stared at his back, shocked, before following him. When she caught up he asked, “what’s your first class?”

“I have business first period,” She answers, quieter than before. He raised an eyebrow and sighed.

“I have that as well, why are you taking it?” He says grabbing his books.

“I want to own a business,” Marinette said, stating the obvious. “What about you?”

“It’s an easy class,” Damian says. “What’s your locker number?”

“358.” (fun fact that’s my locker number cuz I’m not creative.)

“That’s this way,” Damian says, once again, walking away. She puts her things in her new locker, before following Damian to their first class. When they enter the class there is practically nobody. “Mrs. Waters, this is Marinette, she’s an exchange student from Paris.”

“Hello Madame Waters,” She greets, shaking her hand.

“Hello, are you staying with Damian?”

“No, he’s not my host family, I’m staying with Jon… Damian, I forgot his last name.”

“She’s staying with Kents, but Jon is younger than Marinette so he asked me to show her around and probably has something with me being able to speak French,” Damian explains.

“You didn’t really come at a good time,” Mrs. Waters sighs. “I just introduced a project yesterday, Damian you didn’t pick a partner, would you be Marinette’s?”

“Madame, with all do respect, he doesn’t need to help me, just let me know the parameters of the project,” Marinette smiles.

“Nope! I’ve decided, you’ll be partners,” She smiles, adding a clap before walking behind her desk. She opened a drawer and grabbed a stack of papers, and put them on her desk before walking and opening to the cabinets. She pulled out a textbook and also put it on the desk. “This is the material, including your project,  you need for this class, you’re lucky that you’re starting at the beginning of the semester.”

“Is this only a semester class?”

“Yep! Now take a seat next to Damian, and when class starts you can introduce yourself!” She says, enthusiastically.  Marinette takes her seat, groans, and lays her head on the desk. Damian rolls his eyes at her dramatics. He was about to comment, when the bell rang. Mrs. Waters went through role call, Marinette responded when her name was called, and didn’t flinch at the mention of his last name.

“Good morning student, as some of you may have noticed, we have a new student. Ms. Dupain-Cheng can you come to the front?” Marinette drags herself out of her seat, still feeling the anxiety of a new school and the tiredness from the change in time zones. 

“I would prefer to go by Marinette Fu, but you may all call me Mari. I’m part of the exchange program from Paris, my host family are the Kents, and that’s all you really need to know,” Marinette says conscily, before walking back to her seat.

“Perfect! Now moving on,” Mrs. Water says, adding a clap for emphasis. Before starting her lesson plan for the day. As they were leaving Mrs. Waters pulled her aside. “Marinette, I’m excited to have you in my class for the rest of the year, I’ll also be your English teacher. Also if you need any help don’t be afraid to come talk to me!”

“Thank you Madame, have a good day,” Marinette says, waving goodbye.

“Are you quite finished, we’re going to be late for our next class,” Damian says, pushing himself off the wall, where he had been leaning.

“How do you even know we have the same next class?” Marinette asks, adding an eyeroll.

“It was on your desk during first period, after that we have a different class, but it’s back in Mrs. Waters’ room,” Damian says. “Then we have one different class after lunch.”

“Whatever, I’ll sit with Jon at lunch,” Marinette sighed as they entered the next class. The classes were as good as classes can be. They walked to lunch together, before Marinette was dragged off by Jon, Damian joining, with a sigh, soon after.

“Sooooooooo! What do you think about school? What about Damian?! Has he been nice to you?” Jon say, excitedly, almost vibrating.

“Everything and everyone has been great. Well, Damian is a bit grumpy, but he’s bearable,” Marinette answers with a small smile.

“It’s not like you’re an angel either!” Damian defends.

“Whatever,” She says with an eye roll. “See what I mean.”

“Noo! You two have to get along, I wouldn’t be able to stand my sister and best friend fighting,” Jon whined.

“Speaking of fighting, Damian, when do you want to work on the project?” Marinette asked, ignoring Jon’s complaints.

“You should work on it at our apartment!” Jon exclaims, earning a raised eyebrow from Damian.

“We would get more work done there than at my house,” he agrees with a sigh.

“Ya! Your sibling can be loud,” Jon adds.

“But so can you,” Damian deadpans.

“Jon, as much of a sunshine you are, this isn’t your project, kay?” Marinette cuts in.

“He’s right though, my brothers are unbearable,” Damian groans.

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Three.”

“I had none, now I have Jon around,” Marinette smiles.

“You think of me as a brother!” Jon exclaims, tackle-hugging her.

“Be careful! I need to breathe765,” Marinette said, before opening her mini bag, she lets out a sigh of relief.

“Well then, it’s settled, you’ll come home with us this afternoon,” Jon exclaims, before standing up to throw away his trash.

“I’ll call Alfred,” Damian says. Marinette follows Jon and throws away her stuff. When they got back, Damian was hanging up. “Time for our next class.” He states, standing. 

The last couple of classes were just as boring as the first had been. She had been so happy to leave, just to realize her and Damian had a project to work on.

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No Medicine for Lovesickness

Akaashi with an s/o who speaks before thinking

warnings: none :)

word count: 2041

a/n: to the anon who requested an oikawa piece, i AM working on it, there is just something i’m currently super inspired to work on and i’m try to power through that but i will get right on it as soon as i’m done i’m so sorry ily thank you for requesting btw

You had been invited by Kaori, a girl in your friend group, to come watch the Fukurodani boys volleyball club practice after school as she was trying to recruit you as a manager for the team so you would both have more time to hang out. And that's how you ended up at the Fukurodani gym after school, nervously standing before the door as you contemplated running away.

"Excuse me, I'm heading in, are you entering the gym as well?" you jumped at the deep voice behind you, turning to see a boy with slightly messy black hair and grey-blue eyes. He wore his uniform neatly, even though school was already dismissed for the day and you were silent as you stared at him for a few moments.

"Um, yes! Me too! I mean, I'm going into the gym too. But I'm not in the boys volleyball club. I'm just...going in." you said, stumbling over your words and mentally facepalming at the word vomit flooding out of your mouth.

"...alright." he said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he reached around you to open the door to the gym, holding it open for you as you were still frozen in front of it.

"Thank you...uh..." you trailed off, realizing you didn't know who the boy before you was.

"Akaashi Keiji. And you are?" he asked as you both walked in.

"I'm l/n f/n. Nice to meet you, Akaashi-san." you introduced as you reached out a hand for him to shake, deeming that he seemed like the type of polite person who appreciated handshakes.

"Likewise, l/n-san." he replied, shaking your hand in a firm grasp.

"Please, just y/n is fine." you said without thinking, flushing at your boldness in letting him call you by your first name so quickly.

"Ah...alright, y/n-san. Well I have to go. It was nice talking to you." Akaashi said, walking away as you echoed his goodbye. You approached Kaori, who waved at you as she saw you approaching.

"What's Akaashi Keiji like?" you asked, trying to seem casual and subtle although you failed terribly.

"Akaashi? Um I don't really know. He's really quiet and he's the only one who can handle Bokuto. He's a second year and I think he's really smart too." she said, wracking her brain for as much information about Akaashi as she could recall.

"Oh, that's cool." you responded, trying to play it off as if you were disinterested.

"Why do you ask? Do you like him or something?" she asked you jokingly, turning to you, shocked when you immediately flushed and turned away, stuttering out excuses.

"You do?! How do you even know him? You aren't even in the same year." she exclaimed, shaking your shoulders as if that would get you to tell her faster.

"I mean...I don't know if I like him. But I met him when I was walking into the gym." you informed her as you swatted her hands off of your shoulders.

"I-what? So barely even know him and you already think you like him." she tried to confirm, praying that she was interpreting the situation wrong.

"...yes." you mumbled, looking down, ignoring her as she tried to ask you more questions as you headed up to the bleachers, seeing the boys coming out of the clubroom to begin practice.

As you watched their practice, you couldn't help but stare at Akaashi, only looking away whenever his silver haired teammate pointed you out. Throughout the practice, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away, butterflies in your stomach as you fantasized about what it would be like if you were in a relationship. After practice ended, you approached the dark haired boy before he could go back to the clubroom.

"You were really cool, Akaashi-san!" you exclaimed, refusing to make eye contact with him as you felt your cheeks grow warm.

"Oh. Thank you, y/n-san, I'm glad you enjoyed watching our practice." he replied, a light flush settling across his cheeks, contrary to his deadpan expression and monotonous voice. 

"Okay. Well...goodnight." you said lamely, waving sadly at the perceived lack of interest from Akaashi.

"Goodnight...I hope you come to our practice again sometime." Akaashi called as you began to walk home, deciding you would definitely be coming to their practice the next day.

Everyday for the next week, you would come to the volleyball club's practices and watch, coming up to Akaashi and complimenting him for his hard work at the end of every night and every night you walked home feeling dejected by his monotonous thank yous.

"Kaori, I don't know what to do! How can I make it any more obvious that I like him?" you complained to your friend during lunch on the Monday after your first week of watching practices and pining over Akaashi.

"y/n, you haven't done anything to show that you like him, you just tell him he looks cool everyday." Kaori sighed, exasperated.

"What else would I do?" you shot back defensively.

"Uhh, what about...tell him?" Kaori said slowly, trying to spell it out for you more clearly.

"Good idea. I think I won't do that." you replied, smiling at Kaori's groan of annoyance.

"Well, you can't stay to watch practice tomorrow so why don't you do something for him?" Kaori suggested.

"I know! I'll cook something for him!" you exclaimed, standing up in excitement. You and Kaori spent the rest of your lunch break looking up recipes for you to try to cook for Akaashi.

The next day, you walked up to the gym, a box of homemade onigiri in your hands as you nervously stared in through the windows. As you saw Akaashi walk out of the clubroom, you sucked in a deep breath and mustered up all your confidence as you opened the gym doors and walked in.

"Uh, Akaashi-san?" you called nervously, shifting your weight from foot to foot as the setter began to walk over to you.

"Hello, y/n-san. Are you staying to watch us today?" Akaashi asked you politely.

"Oh, I'm actually not. I have to do some stuff so I'm heading home early today." you said, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

"Oh...I see." Akaashi said, expression unreadable as he spoke.

"But I made you this! To eat!" you exclaimed, quickly shoving the box outwards for him to take.

"...oh, thank you, y/n-san. That's very kind of you." Akaashi replied, gently taking the box from your hands.

"It was no biggie. I hope you like it!" you told him, bowing slightly as you made your way out of th gym. "Good luck today!"

Akaashi watched your retreating figure, jumping when an arm wrapped around his shoulders.

"Why don't you ask them out already?" Konoha asked the setter casually.

"No." Akaashi replied simply, shrugging off Konoha's arm.

"Why not? Don't you like them?" Konoha prodded, reaching for the box of onigiri greedily.

"It's not that I don't like them, because I do. But I don't think y/n-san should be with someone like me. They're too...kind and friendly. Besides, y/n-san is just being nice." Akaashi replied, holding the box further away from Konoha's grabby hands.

"What do you mean y/n doesn't like you? Aren't you guys dating?" Bokuto asked, approaching Konoha and Akaashi as he came out of the clubroom, casually stretching his arms while looking at Akaashi confused.

"Huh? No, y/n-san and I are not dating. Where did you hear that?" Akaashi questioned, genuinely puzzled.

"Oh, I just thought that you and y/n were dating cuz y/n is always here and you always talk to them and stuff." Bokuto shrugged in response, walking away to start setting up the gym for practice.

"...well there you have it. Just confess to y/n before someone gets them first." Konoha said, following after Bokuto and leaving Akaashi rooted in his spot, deep in thought. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, deciding to think about it tomorrow and confront you about the matter after practice when you approached him.

Little did he know, you weren't going to be coming. After conferring with Kaori, you decided that you had simply gained a silly crush on the blue eyed setter and you figured the best way to get over it would be to stop showing up to their practices.

The next day, Akaashi spent the entire day planning what he would say to you after practice but was gutted when you weren't there as you usually were, you hadn't even shown up to give him anything or say anything to him.

"Dude, where's y/n." Konoha asked Akaashi halfway through practice.

"I don't know." Akaashi replied honestly, a small frown settling across his features.

"Kaori-chan, where is y/n?" Konoha asked for Akaashi during their next water break.

"Oh uh...y/n is really...sick right now. Yeah, they're very sick. They can't come to watch practices for a while." Kaori lied, not wanting to expose your crush on the setter, especially while you weren't there.

"Could I possibly get y/n-san's address? I would like to drop some stuff off for them." Akaashi spoke up, surprising everyone. Kaori nodded mutely, knowing you would be alright with it (in this scenario! do not just give your friend's address to people unless they are as wonderful of a person as Akaashi (they aren't) or you're the author controlling their hypothetical life), deciding to give you a heads up after practice ended and giving him your address.

You were at home when you received a text from Kaori.

Get ready for a surprise

You were confused and a little bit concerned. It wasn't your birthday, nor did she have any reason for sending a surprise to your house, so you were a bit wary. About half an hour later, your questions were answered as you heard a knock on your door. You peeked through the window and gasped.

"Akaashi-san, what are you doing here?" you asked the boy who stood at your doorstep, grocery bag in hand.

"Good evening y/n-san, I apologize for intruding on you without warning. Suzumeda-san informed me that you weren't feeling well so I thought I'd bring you some stuff." he replied, holding out the grocery bag to you.

"Kaori told you I was...sick." you repeated, not putting two and two together yet.

"Yes. I asked why you weren't at practice today and she informed me that you were sick so I grabbed you some things to hopefully help you feel better since you are always encouraging me." Akaashi informed you. 

"Oh. I see." you replied dumbly.

"Are you still feeling unwell?" he asked you as he set the grocery bag on the ground for you.

"Um...about that. I'm not sure why Kaori told you I was sick." you said awkwardly.

"Isn't that why you didn't come to practice?" Akaashi asked, just as puzzled as you.

"No, I didn't come to watch you guys because I like you." you replied bluntly.

"You like me?" 

"Yeah. I thought that was obvious."

"Wait, why did you not come to practice because you like me?" 

"Because you don't like me so I wanted to get over you faster."

"I don't like you?" Akaashi questioned, wondering what gave you that idea.

"Yeah." you replied, embarrassment beginning to creep up in your stomach.

"Oh. Wait, no that's not true. I do like you." Akaashi said, frowning at your accusation.

“What do you mean you like me?” you asked, puzzled.

“I mean, I like you and I would like to take you out on a date sometime.” he replied.

“Well...why didn’t you say anything before?” you accused him, pouting slightly.

“I didn’t think you liked me. I don’t think you should like me.” he replied easily.

“Well that was silly of you. But...since I’m not sick, how would you feel about coming in and sharing this?” you invited Akaashi, holding up the bag of groceries.

‘I’d like that.” said Akaashi, smiling as he took the grocery bag from your hands and left his shoes by the door, walking into your house.

[calpalirwin]

Pretty Girl, Handsome Boy

A/N: So Mikey has felt a little underappreciated in my opinion, so I did something about it. Enjoy!

And away, and away we go!

~~~

“Ah, shit! Fucker…” you grumbled, setting your controller down in frustration as you waited to respawn.

“Whoa, you’re a chick?”

“Fuck!” you grumbled again, fiddling with your headset. You hated when people found out you were a girl in the gaming universe, but you had forgotten to mute your mic before playing. 

The chat at the bottom of the game starting blowing up in the realization of a girl in their midst. The same shit you were used to- comments ranging from about how it made sense how much you sucked now to more lewd comments about other things you could suck. 

“Fuck this,” you said, picking up your controller to take yourself out of the game and find a new match. You reached up to hit the switch on your mic to mute yourself. 

A notification popped up in the corner of your screen to let you know someone by the tag Mikerowave_X had messaged you. 

“The fuck?” you said aloud, opening the notification. Why did that tag sound familiar?

Sorry about those assholes, the message read. 

Nah, it’s all good, you typed back, forgot I wasn’t muted. 

They’re still assholes. You were playing just fine. Better than some of them, even. 

Haha, thanks. 

I’m Mike, btw. 

I could tell. Clever name. What’s the X for?

It’s a Final Fantasy thing, lol. 

Sick! I’m Y/N. 

Nice to meet ya, Y/N. 

Nice to meet you too, Mike.

What else do you play?

Oh, loads of stuff. I’m not too picky. 

Cool. We should play sometime. 

For sure. I use the same gamer tag on all my accounts so just hit me up, you typed, not quite sure why you were opening yourself up to play with someone you didn’t know, but figuring if push came to shove you could always block the dude. But something told you you wouldn’t need to; that this Mike character was a good guy. 

You down to play something now or were you going offline for the day?

Nah, I was just switching matches. Can’t really play once people find out I’m a girl. Ruins it for me.

Is that why none of us can find the girl gamers on these things?

Just a gamer, Mike. A girl yeah. But a gamer just like you. We don’t call you guy gamers. 

Shit, my bad. But you’re for real a girl?

Nah, I’m a middle aged dude with the voice of a prepubescent boy. Yes I’m a girl. 

Just checking, damn… can’t be too careful these days. 

Says the one who’s prob a middle aged dude himself…

Lol, I’m 24. Swear. 

Prove it. 

For real? Hang tight then. 

A few moments later a picture of a boy with a hat covering his blonde hair, with the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen and beard stubble flashed on your screen, his phone with the date and time next to him for added proof. My mate took it so we could timestamp it for ya, the message below the picture said.

Damn… you typed, immediately recognizing him, all the pieces of the puzzle clicking together: his gamer tag, the use of X being a Final Fantasy reference. No fuckin way...

Haha, like what you see?

As far as nerds go, yeah, you’re kinda hot, you responded trying to keep your cool. 

Lol, I got a song by that name. Well almost. 

Yeah, I know. 

Oh? You good?

I’m a little stunned, you admitted. 

Lol why?

Cuz you’re Michael fuckin Clifford

It’s Gordon actually. But yeah, so?

Michael fuckin Clifford is messaging me… fuckin hell this is wild!

Shh, don’t blow my cover. I’m just a gamer, yeah?

Just a gamer, yeah, okay. 

Can I get a pic of you? Shit, not like that… I just meant… ah fuck…

Lol, it’s fine. Gimme a sec. If Michael fuckin Clifford wanted a picture of you, you were gonna give him a picture. You tried to do a cute, goofy pose with your tongue poking out, making sure your TV screen with the date and time was visible in the background. Shit, that’s awful, you typed as you sent the picture to him. 

Damn…

Haha, like what you see? you teased, using his words against him

Very much so, Y/N, very much so. How old are you, btw?

Same as you, 24. 

Yeah?

What, wanna see my license for proof? I don’t lie, Mike.

Nah, you just hide that you’re a girl. 

I don’t hide it. It’s visible on my profile. I just keep a gender neutral gamer tag. Keeps the assholes away. 

Damn, defensive. I was joking Y/N. 

Oh… so you serious about playing a game sometime?

Hell yeah, I’m serious. But, I actually gotta go. Famous duty calls. 

Oh, alright. See you around then. 

See ya, pretty girl. 

Bye, handsome boy. 

~~~

You played with Mike for the next few months every time he was on. You didn’t admit it in your messages to each other, but your heart sank when you would see he was offline and it did a little jump when he was. Unbeknownst to you, his heart was having the same reaction. 

Hey, pretty girl? he typed about 4 months after the first message. 

You heart leapt in your throat. You loved that he had deemed you “pretty girl” although again, you’d never admit it. 

Yeah, handsome boy? you typed back, using his deemed nickname in response. 

We’re getting back in town here in a few days. Was wondering if we could meet up in person?

Really?

Yeah. I feel like we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well these past few months. Why not?

I don’t want to disappoint you…

Disappoint me? Aw, pretty girl…

I’m a nerd, handsome boy. What you see is what you get. No surprises. 

Pretty girl, that could never disappoint me. 

You sighed. Alright, name the time and place and I’ll be there. 

~~~

You walked into the arcade, double-checking that you were in the right place. “Pretty girl?” a scruffy voice sounded from behind you. 

You turned and looked up at the blonde-haired, green-eyed boy who had his arms open for a hug.  “Handsome boy,” you greeted, accepting his hug. You smiled into his chest as his arms enveloped you. Damn he felt good. “So, an arcade, huh?” you asked once you let go of each other. 

“Figured it’d make a good first date,” he winked. 

“Date?” You quirked an eyebrow at him, hands going to your hips. You weren’t dressed for a date. You had spent the better part of your morning deciding what to wear before opting for a simple black t-shirt and jeans. Every day attire, not first date attire. 

“Well yeah? What did you think this was?”

“2 friends meeting up?”

“Pretty girl…” he sighed, rubbing his temple. “Look, I’m not good at these things okay? Ash is the…”

“Wordsmith,” you nodded. “I know. Ash is the wordsmith, Cal’s the squishy cheeks who hates love, Luke’s hungover Jesus, and you’re the gamer. I know.”

He let out a small chuckle, “Yeah. But, I like you, okay? I don’t call just anyone ‘pretty girl’. In fact, you’re the only one I call that.”

“Well, I like you too, Mike, but…”

“But what? Is this too real for you now?” His voice wasn’t angry, it was almost sad. Like he was scared he was losing you. Which he was. He had grown attached to you and he wanted more than a gaming friendship with you. And here he was, ruining it. So typical. 

“A little?” you admitted, trying to find the words. “I mean, before… you were handsome boy and I was pretty girl. And… and that was enough for me. But now… you’re here. In front of me. And you’re him. You’re Michael fuckin Clifford…”

“It’s Gordon, actually,” he half-joked. “But, Y/N, that doesn’t change anything. I’m still handsome boy, and you’re still pretty girl. What you see is what you get, right? No surprises?”

“Yeah, but you’re you! Like actually you! And I’m… I’m me. And people like me don’t go on dates with people like you.”

He pursed his lips together, a wave of emotion coursing through him. He was angry, yes. But more than that, he was hurt. Hurt that he had hurt you by trying to get close to you. Hurt himself by making himself vulnerable. Maybe this is why Calum hated love so much. This shit hurt. 

You looked up at him, as his face tried to process your words and his feelings towards you. You could see the pain etched in his face. “Mike,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “This has nothing to do with you, okay? I like you. A lot, if I’m being honest. But, I’m scared, okay? I’m not blind to your professional life and what that entails. It was easier before. I could ignore that you were you and just pretend you were just Mike, my friend in the gaming world. But this?” you gestured with your hands. “Well, my world’s spinning a little too fast.”

“I’m still him, Y/N…”

“You are. But you’re also not,” you said sadly, thinking that this is exactly why you weren’t supposed to meet your idols. 

“God, that’s such bullshit… I’m me, Y/N!” he shouted suddenly, his voice ringing out around you. “I’m still the dude who messaged you to apologize for assholes who think that just because you’re a girl gives them a free pass to make a pass at you. I’m the same guy you’ve been talking to for months. I’m still the same guy in the picture when you knew who I really was. And I’m still here, in front of you, trying to ask the girl I like on a date.”

“Mike… I…” you sputtered. It was too real. It was too real that he was right here in front of you. The feelings you had for him were too real. This was just… too much too fast. 

“Look me in the eye and tell me I’m not the same person you’ve gotten to know these last 4 months,” he challenged you. 

“Mike, it’s not that simple, and you know it!” You were doing what you did best, closing yourself off so you couldn’t disappoint anyone.

“Bullshit, it isn’t! Look, if this is about you being scared of disappointing me I got news for ya: you don’t. I meant every word I’ve ever said to you.”

“Mike…” you said, your voice breaking. “I can’t be the girl you want me to be. I just can’t, okay?”

“I only ever wanted you to be you…”

“And I am!”

“And that’s enough for me! Can’t you see that? Haven’t I proved that to you?”

“It’s clearly not enough if you want to date me, Mike…”

“Pretty girl, I want to date you because you’re enough. It’s not easy for me to open up to people, okay? I’m not like Ash, I can’t just make myself vulnerable and pass it off as charm. I’m not like Cal who just passes his feelings off as indifference. I’m not a cute dork like Luke. I’m just nerdy ole me who likes nerdy ole you a hell of a lot. You have made these past few months away from home more bearable than I can put into words. Yes, I love my job. I love what I do, and wouldn’t trade it for anything. But it gets lonely. And it gets hard. But when I was with you, I felt at home. Like for once in my life there was someone to come home to. And that’s not a feeling I want to let go of. If this is too much, that’s fine. I get it. I have a tendency of coming on a little strong because I don’t know how to open up, so when I do it’s like an avalanche. If we need to go back to just being gaming friends, I guess I’ll find a way to be okay with that. But I like you, okay? You feel like home to me and I just need you to know that.”

“Mike… I don’t think that’s what it means to like someone…” you said, once he was done giving a voice to all the feelings you’d been having yourself. “Pretty sure that’s love.”

“Oh… well, fuck, maybe I love you then, pretty girl.”

“Maybe I love you too, handsome boy,” you said before reaching up to touch his cheek, needing to look at those green eyes of his.

“Maybe?” he said softly, as his gaze locked with yours, the tip of his tongue poking out to wet at his lips.

“Maybe,” you nodded, before your lips touched his.

[scholar-thief]

RP Log: Momori and Rerenima meet at an Ul’dahn ball.

Momori - Dressed in fine silks and finer filigree, the Ul’dahn elite made their way to the grand ballroom for yet another of one of their exclusive parties. But under the cover of revelry, business was being done. Alliances were drafted, rumors were exchanged, and strategies were formed.

Rerenima || Fancy parties were nothing new to Rerenima. It felt like he was sent to one of them at his mother's every opportunity. Already tonight he'd been forced into dozens of awkward conversations with other lalafell, and even some taller races... And now he stood grumbling at a punch bowl, trying desperately to stay as small as possible- smaller than he already was- to avoid yet another conversation.

Momori has spent most of the night by her client’s side, dutifully jotting down notes and storing business cards as they come. But, as the night stretched on, her client grew more and more interested in partying...it’s definitely the alcohol.

Momori - There wasn’t much for her to do now. From the corner of her eye, she spies someone lingering by the punch bowl, obviously trying to avoid conversation. Despite knowing this, Momori approaches.

Momori: “Hello.”

Rerenima nearly visibly cringed at the sound of a voice near him, and had to take stock of his own sanity before he could turn to face the voice with a pleasant, but very fake, expression. "Hello there, how fares the evening for you?" He asks, clearly not wanting to know the answer.

Momori mirrors his forced smile, and takes a moment to observe her target. Raven black hair - the new heir to the Rurunima fortune, perhaps? He doesn’t look too pleased to be here. Must be new.

Momori: “Night’s just getting started for me. How’s the punch?”

(Momori) dubiously flavored red punch is what i imagine )) (Momori) red flavored )) (Rerenima) ewwwww lol )) (Momori) better than blue! xD ))

Rerenima has one of the many glasses on the table in his hand, the long nails on one hand tapping against it idly. "If I'm being honest?" He responds, slightly less standoffish than before. He was expecting someone a bit.. older. Maybe this was his lucky day? "Not enough alcohol. Not -nearly- enough."

(Momori) Momori’s 30 btw..but then again. All lalas are ageless beings tbh >:D )) (Rerenima) engrish, me no wut is ) (Rerenima) pff not that much older than him xD ) (Momori) how olds Re? :o )) (Rerenima) settling with 27 for now. xD ( (Rerenima) Probably looks younger, though lol ) (Rerenima) if even lalas can tell that kind of thing xD ) (Momori) no idea )) (Momori) a 'child' lala uses the adult model LOL )) (Rerenima) further proof that they are grown in potato patches. )

Momori dully looks at the punch bowl, and then back to Rerenima. The stuffs strong...She’s had it before. Maybe he’s looking to get hammered? “If it’s more alcohol you want, Ser, that can be arranged.”

Momori ominously pulls out a small vial full of an unknown brown liquid, expression unchanging.

Rerenima must have a pretty high tolerance- he barely looks tipsy despite having stood there for only the gods know how long. He takes a glance to either side of him, checking to see if anybody was watching him. His mother was otherwise engaged, as was his butler Kelza, with some other family's servants, no doubt. "Sign me up," He replies with a sneaky little smirk, offering his glass to dump some of it into.

(Rerenima) cuz its always a good idea to take random unidentifiable liquid from strangers amirite? ) (Rerenima) WHAT COULD GO WRONG?? ) (Momori) LOL I was gonna say xD )) (Rerenima) bet she's kicking herself for not bringing some chloroform. "Hey, smell this!" "sure! X_X" ))

Momori raises a brow, but pours a shot’s worth of liquor into Rerenima’s glass. “...Cherry Brandewine.” She similarly pours herself a bit and takes a sip.

Momori: “You must be new around here.”

Rerenima spins his glass a bit to mix it up and gives it a tiny sniff, both eyebrows raised. PHEW. Yes. This will get him sufficiently slammed. Perfect. He takes a few gulps all at once, coughing in a most unmannerly way that caught the attention of a patron or two. He quickly straightens up and brushes himself off. Nothing to see here.

Rerenima: "Thanks!" He squeaks.

Rerenima: OH!

Rerenima: "Uhh.. new? I wouldn't say that, exactly. Been going to these damdable things since I was old enough to introduce myself without a stammer."

Rerenima: "You, on the other hand, I've not seen before."

Rerenima ponders over you.

Momori - His reaction is answer enough. The corner of her mouth quirks up as she holds herself back from laughing. Must. Be. Polite. Mustbepolite. She clears her throat.

Momori: “They do a good job at keeping me hidden in the back. And by they, I mean my clients.” She stiffly offers him her hand. “Momori Mori. Conservationist and historian.”

Rerenima seems sufficiently surprised. "Conservation efforts? Around here? And they're buying into it?" He asks, genuinely surprised that any number of the hoity toity frilly guests here would be interested in anything other than lining their own pockets.

Momori gives him a practiced smile. “You’d be surprised how much history means to those in this room. Now...” She casually leans against the punch table. “What do you go by? Unless you’re content being indexed as ‘hey you’ in my mind.”

Rerenima chuckles as the booze settles in. "Rerenima Rurunima. The pleasure is mine." Hard to say if he means that or not. He takes another drink off the glass, smaller this time.

Momori narrows her eyes for just a split second as her suspicions are confirmed. It could be valuable to get to know him a bit more, given his family’s wide net of connections. She refills his glass, hoping that another drink could help loosen his lips...and lower his guard.

Momori: “Likewise. So, what do you think about all this?” She gestures to the ballroom and, in turn, the rich folk that fill it. “For many, they see opportunity. Money to be made. Power to be gathered. What about you? Do you see something else?”

Rerenima seems to be internally debating with himself over exactly how he should answer this question, given where he's located and who could be listening. But, after a few more sips, he's run out of fucks to give, and states as plainly as can be, "I see a bunch of lecherous old men and women eyeballing me like I'm some prize to be won or some happy ending to their utterly boring night. Frankly, I feel filthy just standing around here -letting- them look at me, and I want out. You?"

(Rerenima) when u painfully aware that ur mama tryna sell you like a high class whore lol ) (Rerenima) bet that there's more than a few lalas around here who are strictly gilsexual. Gender got nothin to do with it, but they better be loaded. With money. ) (Rerenima) i ain't sayin they's a gold digger... )

Momori can’t help herself. A cheeky grin spreads on her face and she giggles a single time - the rest is kept back when she brings a clenched fist up to her lips. But as quickly as she had let out her true feelings, her mask is back on. Stoic, serious Momori.

Momori: “...Ahem.”

Momori: “Perhaps I am naive compared to you, Ser, but I see a room full of good lords and ladies who hold the financial fate of Ul’dah in their hands. Hmmm.” She adjusts her glasses, looks at the crowd, and then Rerenima. “But if I squint, I can see what you mean. Hehe.”

(Momori) LOL I feel if Kelza were here he'd be dragging Re back to safety by his ear )) (Rerenima) conveeeeniently distracted for the time being lol ) (Momori) butler be butlering! ))

Rerenima almost immediately feels bad after her response. "Maybe," he mumbles, taking another sip. He's leaning on the table now, and seems to have forgotten some of his manners in all of the alcoholic haze. "I've just.. I'm not much a part of it. I mean, I am, I benefit from it, but this whole business running thing? Not for me. Not really. Better left to the people who know what the hell they're doing."

Momori tilts her head, somewhat surprised. “And here I thought all rich families raised their heirs with one purpose in mind. You’re not like them, Rere. And that’s a good thing.”

Momori: “And I can guarantee you that, in this room, there are countless others who don’t know what the hell they’re doing. They just aren’t aware of that fact.”

Rerenima: "Just maybe I -would've- been taught how to do all these things if my father hadn't suddenly... y'know." He waves a hand about dismissively, and for just a moment seems like he might truly get upset about it and make a scene.

Momori blinked. She had heard rumors, and it seemed that there was an inkling of truth in them yet. But she got the feeling that he wasn’t quite ready to tell her the details. It was too sensitive. “...Sounds like you need a bit of fresh air, and maybe another shot.”

Rerenima: "I think I do," He agrees in a wobbly, small voice. He abandons his glass, and the table, and as well as he can, heads towards the nearest exit while avoiding as many people as possible. The gaze he did -not- escape, however, was Kelza's. Rather than follow his charge, however, he simply watches him go with a curious, if not slightly concerned, expression. Another conversation distracts him once again.

Momori watches Rere leave - and as she walks by her, she slips her business card into his pocket. “Hey, some friendly advice. Don’t take drinks from strangers.” Momori smiles slightly. “See you ‘round.”

Momori checks on her client. Passed out, like always...which meant she had a fair bit of free time on her hands. Where would this drunk whelp wander too? Right before he completely leaves her sight, she dips behind a curtain and follows from the shadows.

Rerenima barely hears the advice, his brow furrowed as he stops in his tracks to ponder on it.. and then carry on again. Was it just him, or was it getting unusually warm in here suddenly? He wanted- no, he NEEDED- to get out of here, away from all these people.. and so he walked, pushed his way through the crowd, didn't even bother to apologize.

(Rerenima) this seems "away" enough lol ) (Rerenima) nice dark corner rofl ) (Momori) damn this dramatic lightning! (Rerenima) if i tilt the camera just right i get dramatic anime glasses lol ) (Momori) oh perf!!!! ))

Rerenima finally gets outside of the building, immediately taking a deep breath of fresh air.. and just as quickly taking a few steps off to the side to hurl all the alcohol he's been consuming. Guess he had just a liiiiittle too much.

Momori follows a distance away. It’s something she’s done many, many times. Gods, he makes a tempting target to simply rob and run, but she isn’t in the business of such crude practices anymore. Instead, she waits. Likely, someone else has their eye on him already..

Rerenima makes an unhappy groan once everything's done with, muttering more than a few curses as he stumbles just a few more feet away and collapses on his ass on the top of the stairs looking as miserable as can be.

(Rerenima) maaan he gon be so easy to pick on rofl ) (Momori) someone could just gently take him away.....if kelza was watching too, we’d have a person stalking at a person stalking at a person situation going on xD )) (Rerenima) stalker stalking a stalker stalking a dummy. ) (Momori) want me to jump him or do u wanna write for some thugz )) (Momori) *me writing some thugz. Momori will just be watching suspiciously in the night the whole time lmao )) (Rerenima) he's aaaall hers. xD  ) (Rerenima) buut can raise the stakes a lil :) ))

Rerenima || Meanwhile, back at the party, Re's mother seems to have realized that her son's vanished. She'd wanted to introduce him to someone! In a huff, she stalks over to Kelza, and demands to know where he's gotten to! When no answer is provided, he is DEMANDED to go find him! Immediately!

Momori - Rerenima’s drunken wandering does not go unnoticed. A gang of lalafell dressed in cheap leather armor jovially play cards nearby, and their conversation quickly goes from impassioned shouts to hushed plotting. As a group, they encircle Rere and one of them nudges him with the butt of their club. “Eh. You.”

(Momori) Re's mom sounds like a helicopter parent )) (Rerenima) only when it benefits her :) )

Rerenima , who is in no mood at all for anything or anyone, simply grumbles, "What do you want..." without actually looking behind him. Perhaps he should've.

(Rerenima) when u too rich to know what danger looks like

Momori: “Oy, this one’s as drunk as a pig! Let’s get ‘im, boss!” one of the thugs says, just loud enough for Rere to hear. The leader nods, and each one of them pulls up a bandana to hide their identity. Another cuts off any escape routes, and keeps watch for any guards.

Momori: “Give me everything in your pockets. Now. Hurry.” The thug presses the end of his club against Rere’s chest, commanding urgency.

Rerenima || At first he'd simply rolled his eyes, but as more of the conversation revealed itself, sobriety set in quickly. "Wait, what?!" and all at once he was wide-eyed and terribly aware of just how many thugs were actually out here tonight. This wasn't looking good for him. Shit shit. Shouldn't have come out here alone. Shit. SHIT! For once, he does the smart thing- exactly what he's asked. Unfortunately for them, he's not carrying all that much- a couple gil, whatever's on his fingers...

Momori - The amount is not enough to get the thugs off his back, not by a long shot. The thug grumbles, and eyes what Rere might have on his person. Any valuable jewelry or items of great value?

(Momori) family ring? or anything that would cause a stir if it were gone )) (Momori) heck they'll just take his glasses lmao )) (Rerenima) hahaha poor kids gon be blind (Rerenima) tempted to have someone come to the rescue but that might ruin poor momo's chances haha (Momori) momo is completely content to stand by and watch if you want to be rescued by someone else! )) (Momori) momori is a terrible person lmao )) (Rerenima) the badass butler XD ) (Momori) oh shiiet )) (Momori) go for it! ))

Rerenima is on his feet now, waving his hands about and insisting he doesn't have anything else... at least not that would be worth anything! Surely! Except there was -one- thing, and it was quickly snatched away from him. A pocket watch, that it -almost- seemed like he would be willing to fight for had he not been held back by some handsy assholes. (cont)

Rerenima || Meanwhile, Kelza, silently cursing himself for letting an idiot out of his sight, opens the same back door that Re had just come from, and immediately sees the ruckus. Oh HELL no. He takes a gun from the inside of his jacket, aims upwards, and shoots. THAT aughta get their attention.

(Momori) GUN )) (Rerenima) dont bring a knife to a gun fight >:3 )

Momori: “Shit! Scramble, boys!” The thugs holding Rere quickly push him to the ground and each of them, as they pass, give him a drive-by kick. Pocket watch in their possession, they split up and flee into the dark alleyways like desperate rats.

Momori ‘s full attention is now on Kelza as she passively observes from her hiding spot.

(Rerenima) HAHA ) (Rerenima) i like how he literally hops into the sitting position rofl ) (Momori) little bounce xD ))

Rerenima doesn't have much time to shout after them, as he's both pushed, and then kicked, falling to the ground like a rock, breaking his glasses, cracking a nail.. it's not a good night for him. Rather than acting like a worried mother when Kelza rushed to Re's side, as one might suspect a butler should do, he made quick to chastize him. "What did I tell you about going off on your own?! You're lucky you're alive!"

Rerenima: "They.. they took it.. They took it!!" He suddenly cries out to Kelza's surprised expression.

Rerenima: "Took what?" The butler asks, annoyed.

Rerenima: "His watch! I need to get it back!"

Rerenima: "You were two minutes away from dead and -that's- what you're worried about?!" Kelza snaps, but Rerenima snaps right back at him! "He gave that to me! It's the only thing I have left of him!"

Rerenima: "How much did you drink?" Kelza asks accusingly.

Rerenima Between the two of them, the argument continues unabated for several long minutes, with Re attempting his damndest to convince Kelza that he NEEDED to get that watch back, and Kelza very much brushing him off-- literally and figuratively-- and eventually insisting- no, requiring, that they go home. Now.

Rerenima || The more he was brushed at, the angrier Re got until all at once he slaps Kelza's hand away, standing on his own, and doing exactly that. But there is a determination there in his plastered eyes that was not there before. Fuck this entire day.

Momori’s brows drew together as she contemplated the true nature of Rere and Kelza’s relationship. No matter, there was a takeaway regardless of that. A pocket watch found, and a debt created...Her master would be interested in hearing more about this. But around now, her client would be coming to their senses back at the party, and she had appearances to keep up.

Momori silently steps back into the shadow, the night cloaking her like an old friend.

[agenthensem-blog]

Craving for you

A/N: @hekate-the-witch I AM SORRY FOR THE DELAY. MY LAPTOP BROKE DOWN ON THE DEADLINE, DATA COULD ONLY BE RECOVERED TWO DAYS LATER AND I HAD A BUSY WEEKEND so I’m sorry if this is not up to standard. It was sorta rushed and I’m skipping sleep for this. I will edit for some mistakes at some point BUT FIRST LET ME SLEEP. HOPE YOU ENJOY THE CHOCOLATE MY AKASHI <3<3<3<3 I TRIED MY BEST EVEN WITH MY SLEEP-DEPRIVED MIND.

Also, not a lot of characters in here. I just put in those that fit in fairly well. 

Warning: Tiny mentions of sex. Might be a bit disturbing. Not gonna mention a lot cuz I don’t want to spoil the fun but be on your guard. Btw, I had fun writing this. We both like the same kinda thing though I couldn’t do it justice orz.

Rated: M (for the slight disturbing nature of fic)

Word count: 3.5k+

Summary: Intrigued, Akashi couldn’t help but craved for the blue-haired male…badly.

       “Kurokocchi! Let’s go out after your classes later~!”

      Tilting his head up to look at his cheerful friend, Kuroko responded with his usual monotonous voice.

      “Just the two of us?”

      Kise grinned sheepishly and whipped out a peace sign. “Yes-ssu! They all rejected me just now! Can you believe it Kurokocchi?! I’m so sad!”. Sniffling in exaggeration, the blond pretended to wipe imaginary tears at the corner of his eye.

      “Yes, I can believe it.”

      “So mean!”

      Ignoring the blond’s usual antics, Kuroko let his mind wandered to a certain redhead – whom he could see was walking down the pathwalk on the building far across from them with someone presumably from his course.

      “Even Akashi-kun?”

      “Yes! He said he has a full afternoon schedule today~”

      As if hearing his name called, the said redhead turned his head slightly to their direction, just enough to spare a glance to the blue-haired male and his companion with his amber left eye, almost piercing in malice - dare Kuroko say.

        Their eyes locked intensely – Akashi’s sharp and calculating and Kuroko’s almost emotionless yet nervous as he gulped and licked his chapped lips. Even in the distance, he could feel the strong authoritative aura of his boyfriend looming over his small frame, as if daring him to disobey.

      “So Kurokocchi?”

      Daring him to agree.

      “….Sure.”

      A swirl of excitement teased the pit of his belly.

……..

      Akashi first met Kuroko through Kagami.

      Which was quite an unusual idea in itself considering the types of persons they both were.

      Truthfully, Akashi had always been uninterested in people, preferring to interact with those within his close circle of friends, like his vice-president in the basketball club Midorima, or those that just happened to be talented enough in the sport to earn his approval like Kagami and the likes.

      But Kuroko was different. The first time they met in the university café, Akashi barely saw the blue-haired man if it wasn’t Kagami introducing his friend to him. Granted, the smaller male was covered by Kagami’s significantly bigger physique but it also didn’t help that the male lacked presence – almost to the point of invisibility if Akashi wasn’t Akashi.

      His first impression of Kuroko was….intriguing, to say the least, despite the male being so plain and expressionless. He couldn’t sense anything from him, neither an aura of strength nor weakness – plain nothing which made it all the more interesting. But he has wits with his words, especially in the matter of riling Kagami up.

      Ever since that fateful encounter, he kept seeing the other more and more – if not with Kagami, then alone in the library. It was odd – he had never met Kuroko anywhere until that encounter but he guessed that was thanks to Kagami. Nevertheless, he didn’t mind befriending the blue-haired male. They both like books so that was one thing in common they could converse about.

      Kuroko always seemed surprised whenever Akashi greeted him before his usual poker-face came into play a second later but Akashi never missed the red colouring the tip of the bluenette’s ears. It was probably far-fetched to assume he was flustered but Akashi was amused. He didn’t take Kuroko to be a shy one – and he probably isn’t – but he didn’t mind sticking around to get to know him more.

      Admittedly, it got to a point where the two of them were close enough to exchange numbers and meet up for lunch whenever they could. And this of course didn’t miss those who especially knew how Akashi is.

      “Is it just me or Akashicchi has been disappearing quite often lately?!”

      Kise, the copycat of their regular group, exclaimed in disbelief after 5 minutes of their captain’s exit from the changing room. Midorima narrowed his eyes in displease at the loud volume of the blond’s voice.

      “Apparently, he found someone ‘interesting’.”

      Several gasps resounded around the room, mainly from those Akashi would actually consider as friends.

      “What? Since when Akashi ever find someone worthy enough of his time?!”

      Aomine exclaimed, popping his head into the collar of his shirt, disregarding Midorima’s glare at his unnecessary booming voice ringing in the fairly tiny changing room.

      “Huh? Are you guys talking about Kuroko?”

      All heads turned towards the voice at the corner of the room, belonging to none other than Kagami.

      “Kuroko? Who?”

      Finally putting on his black shirt to complete his casual post-basketball look, Kagami hummed nonchalantly, packing up the rest of his sweaty clothes into his gym bag.

      “A friend of mine from highschool. We got into this college together.”

      Slinging his bag over his broad shoulder, he continued, “Kuroko has been mentioning him quite often lately – book buddies apparently. They hung out quite frequently too. That bastard’s been neglecting me lately.”

      “Woah wait! It’s not a woman??!”

      “Only you would think so Ahomine.”

      “What the-?! Bakagami you-!”

      “Settle down, you two,” Midorima interrupted sternly before the two rivals get to each other’s throats again. They both groaned and glared at each other.

      “Wahhh, really?! I want to meet who caught Akashicchi’s eyes!”

      And thus, this was how they met Kuroko (if sneaking around behind the duo’s back and lost them on the way because of Kuroko’s phantom ability to suddenly spring up behind them instead can be considered as ‘meeting’ Kuroko).

……..

      It came as a surprise to everyone when Akashi asked Kuroko out suddenly after practice (Kuroko merely attending as a spectator).

      It was even more surprising when Kuroko - with his typical poker-face – accepted without as much as a stutter or hesitation in his eyes. (“Your taste is so eccentric Kuroko!”)

      As expected, despite the simple and straight-forward confession, the others made a commotion over the declaration of the new-born couple (“You’re signing a contract with THE Devil, Tetsu!” “Nooo, Kurokocchi!!”). But Akashi paid no heed to them, instead focusing on Kuroko with a smile of amusement permanently etched onto his lips as his boyfriend bowed politely, asking Akashi to take a good care of him.

      Absently, Akashi responded the same as he couldn’t take his eyes off the gradual reddening of the phantom’s ears and neck.

……..

      One month was what it took for them to start dating.

      Three months were what it took for hell to break loose.

      ‘Sorry for leaving early, Akashi-kun. Aomine-kun and Kagami-kun invited me out to eat.’

      That was twice now for that week.

      Akashi clenched his phone tightly, repeating the words silently in his head but not letting his distaste to show on his face. After replying with a curt ‘Ok’, he pocketed his phone and proceeded to continue walking beside Midorima (who was holding a small frog statue for his lucky item of the day) as they were both back from attending the same extra-curriculum leadership course.

      “Is everything alright Akashi?”

      Sparing a glance to the green-haired male, Akashi chuckled lightly but even Midorima could hear the dark undertone lacing it.

      “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

      Midorima frowned. Maybe he had imagined it but...Akashi seemed different. It wasn't uncommon to see him serious - Midorima was familiar with that sight in every training - but this seemed....almost dangerous, for the lack of better word.

      Seeing as he had been the closest one to Akashi - being the club's vice-president beside Akashi and his shogi's playmate, Midorima knew of the redhead's situation at home. Being the only heir for the Akashi Cooperation, there had been pressure on the redhead to excel in everything - to be the most absolute.

      This had been the case ever since the redhead was a young boy, even more so when his mother had passed away. Midorima could only guess that it had only been getting worse as Akashi was nearing the age where he could take over his company.

      But lately, even Midorima noticed how relaxed the male had been. Which he guessed was owed to a certain phantom. He didn’t know how the phantom had affected Akashi but it was reassuring to know at least there was an oasis in the midst of the desert.

      Although, having said that, there were still instances such as this when this ‘different’ Akashi would resurface. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason for it, other than the pressure at home might have gotten to him but he could guess it might have something to do with how Kuroko might have gotten close to the others like Aomine and thus might have spent less time with his boyfriend. It didn’t help that Akashi also had a busy schedule of his own.  

      He wondered if Kuroko ever see this side of his boyfriend.

      If so, would he have said that this is not the Akashi that they both know?

……..

      Akashi felt displeased.

      Severely displeased.

      Lately, Kuroko had been spending a lot of time with Aomine and the others instead of him. He knew it was probably because they had invited him out most of the time and since Akashi had been quite busy, he couldn’t complain much. He still got to see the phantom in between breaks so that was something. And the time they had spent together was still as soothing as it was the first time.

      However, there had been major nuisances regarding his friends interrupting their quality time together – to the point of hogging Kuroko for a conversation throughout the entire break.

      Akashi was never a fan of public drama so he chose to tolerate them. He could always get his revenge during basketball training anyway. Besides, Kuroko usually made the effort to include him in the conversation, seeing as he probably felt the same of wanting to spend their short time together efficiently. The phantom had smiled a lot more recently too which had always improved his mood for the day.

      But it wasn’t enough.

      Akashi wanted more.

      An hour or two with Kuroko was never enough to satisfy his longing.

      It didn’t help that the situation at home had been weighing on his shoulders the past few months - the growing expectations on him had been looping itself tightly around his throat, constricting his ability to breathe - it was suffocating.

      And his only relief had been getting further and further away from him.

     From Kuroko, he had known true peace. From him, he could let himself free of all worries. From him, he could forget reality for a moment.

      In a world of high expectations and strict perfection, Kuroko was Akashi’s escape – he was his salvation.

      And he didn’t intend to let that go anytime soon...

……..

      That day was unlike any other day.

        Akashi had never so much had a day such as really bad days. He had always gone through his life efficiently and smoothly. But today, things had not gone right at all.

      There weren’t really such big deals – he had experienced them at some point – but just on that particular day, it felt different. His father had started off the morning on the phone with a lecture of what he should get done during the weekend and again reminding him of his status; then on the walk to college, the rain started pouring so he was drenched to the core; and one of his groupmates didn’t turn up for an important presentation for an afternoon class whom he managed to cover for but it was still a nuisance.

      And he would have been more displeased by the sudden short notice of his last class of the day being cancelled if it weren’t for the fact that Kuroko was free to meet up with him at the main college porch at the stairs then.

      When he arrived however, it wasn’t just Kuroko.

      There were Midorima, Aomine, Kagami and Kise – the latter trio messing about around the blue-haired male and Midorima standing slightly to the side with a red scissor in his hand (probably his lucky item for the day), reprimanding them of their rowdy behaviour.

      What caught Akashi’s attention the most though was Aomine’s arm around Kuroko’s shoulder, getting all touchy than the redhead would have approved.

      Feeling his temperature rising, Akashi slowly walked towards the group, seeming casual but authoritative. They barely registered the redhead coming closer towards them until a sudden disappearance of the scissors between Midorima’s fingers and a swift attack aiming towards Aomine’s head (which he managed to barely dodge with his excellent reflexes) were registered.

      Silence cut the atmosphere sharply – wide, shocked eyes trained themselves onto none other than their captain, Akashi, holding the red scissors firmly, the sharp tip barely missed Aomine’s cheekbone. Even Kuroko was frozen to silence at the unexpected strike.

      Retreating the sharp object to his side, Akashi locked eyes with his target, a serious dark look on his expression before a small amused yet malicious smile graced his lips.

      None of them missed the different colour of amber on his left eye.

      “Do not touch Tetsuya.”

      On the command of the cold voice, Aomine’s arm limply retreated back to his side, still frozen with shock at the unexpected turn of events.

      “Akashi-kun, are you okay?”

      Kuroko was the first to snap out of it as Akashi grabbed his wrist firmly and proceeded to drag him elsewhere, disregarding his questions. He tried to struggle out of the vice grip but to no avail. Akashi was so different at that moment – with his sudden change of eye colour and first-name basis – and violent. But at least Kuroko felt reassured his friends didn’t seem hurt other than experiencing slight mental trauma.

      Though now he had to worry about himself because he had no idea where Akashi was bringing him.

      “Akashi-kun, where are we going?”

      No answer.

      “Akashi-kun, are you okay? You’re hurting my wrist.”

      Akashi kept walking, each step faster than the last and Kuroko could barely keep up. But he could finally see where they were heading to.

      The dorm.

      Kuroko remembered Akashi stayed in a single room at the campus dorm during weekdays and returning to his actual home on the weekends where needed. And he had been to the redhead’s room a few times so he was familiar with it but he started to get more worried by the seconds. In Akashi’s current different state, he wasn’t sure how safe it is to stay with the redhead out of public’s eyes.  

      When they had reached the room, Kuroko was given no chance to calm Akashi down as he was pushed in and pinned against the door with his lips occupied suddenly by a warm sensation.

      Kuroko wasn’t foreign to Akashi’s kisses but rough kisses that sucked his breath away was something he had never done before.

      When they parted, their eyes locked intensely as their ragged breaths mingled warmly. It would have been something Kuroko would have appreciated if the context was different. Not to mention, the amber hue of Akashi’s left eye was unsettling.

      “Akashi-kun, you shouldn’t do that to Aomine-kun.”

      Akashi blinked, caught off guard slightly before he chuckled. “I wouldn’t have if he didn’t hog you so much.”

      There was a mysterious nervous prickling at the base of his stomach at the redhead’s words – tickling him almost deliciously. He gulped, adamant on scolding Akashi’s unfavourable tantrum towards their friends, even though the delicious tickles in his stomach almost betrayed him to agree with the redhead.

      “Are you jealous Akashi-kun?”

      “Hm? Am I?”

      Kuroko’s breath hitched.

      “We’re just friends. They’re your friends too…”

      He really should have been sterner towards Akashi – he really wanted to. He was never a fan of a bad treatment towards a friend and Akashi wasn’t supposed to be an exception.

      But Akashi was so close to him.

       So close and wanting him so badly.

      And the feeling was mutual.

……..

      “Hmm…”

      His head felt heavy as he stirred in his slowly disappearing slumber, a streak of the morning light peeking through the maroon curtain and teasing his closed eyelids, prompting the bluenette to awaken even more despite the delicious warmth engulfing his body, tempting him back to sleep.

      Rubbing his eyes off of drowsiness, Kuroko lazily reached for his phone in his discarded pants by the bed to check the time. He squinted at the blinding brightness.

      It was still fairly early in the morning.

      He rubbed more of the sleep away from his eyes, slowly propping himself up to sit on his slightly sore bum before he turned his head to his side to see his boyfriend sleeping whilst draping his arm over his stomach, breathing peacefully despite last night’s intense session.

      Upon remembering said session, warmth crept up Kuroko’s shoulders up to his ears.

      He should probably get back to his room soon before the redhead woke up – not because he was scared but rather feeling the need to freshen himself up before the mere memory burned him even more. He lived just across Akashi’s building so he could always come to check up on the redhead once he was done.

      Though he was surprised Akashi didn’t wake up early that morning. Considering his lifestyle, Kuroko would have thought him to wake up early at the crack of dawn just to jog but apparently, even he was drained from last night.

      Not wasting any time in case Akashi would wake up soon, Kuroko silently got off the bed and stood up shakily on his sore legs, steadily putting on his discarded clothes before ruffling his bedhead just for a good measure (though it didn’t calm the horrible bedhead at all) and started for the door stealthily.

      On his way back to his room, Kuroko couldn’t stop thinking.

     His breaths grew more ragged the faster his steps took him, his legs gave out as he stumbled a bit before he finally reached his room.

      He took deep breaths, willing his heart rate to calm down though knowing the futility of it. He kicked off his shoes quickly, sauntered over to his closet and leaned on the closet door as his legs gave out underneath him. His pants slowed down, sweat trickled down the side of his face despite the fairly chilled morning and the heat rising underneath his skin had not calmed down fully yet.        

      Last night was…different and intense, in a way that he had not expected himself to feel elated at. He crossed his hands to caress the opposite sides of his neck, willing the coldness of his fingers to soothe the rising temperature of those parts with every second the detail cleared in his morning mind. He could still feel the teasing tingling sensations of Akashi’s lips trailing his skin, peppering kisses and sucking marks all over his pale skin.

      He gulped, recalling every single touch of his boyfriend’s lips and hands, rough yet gentle but demanding all the same, roaming all over his lightly muscled body.

      ‘Do not let anyone touch you ever again except me, Tetsuya.’

       He could almost feel his hot breath fanning against his red ears, the low vibration of his voice teasing and daring him to disagree as his grip against his hips tightened with every single syllable. It was honestly scary when Akashi had muttered those words in his ears as he pounded roughly into him, vice grips on his hips, threatening to hurt those who dared to disobey him – those who dared to take Kuroko away from him.

      ‘You’re mine.’

      Kuroko shivered.

       With fear came the thrilling excitement that had him wobbling on his legs, hands shaking, clammy with cold sweat and shuddering breaths passed his chapped lips. He supported himself on the closet door, hand on the handle.

      He smiled.

      The closet door creaked open lightly.

      And what stared at him back was his pale reflection – conspicuous dark red patches of marks scattered along his neck and collarbone - at the centre, lined out by several pictures pasted on the mirror haphazardly.

      Pictures of a certain redhead.

      “Akashi-kun….”

      With a shaky finger, Kuroko traced a picture closest to his eye-level – the most recent picture of the redhead in his practice clothes, sweaty with a towel around his nap and a bottleneck lightly grazing his lips. He had taken it when he was allowed to watch their practice that one time.

      That one time that also happened to be the day Akashi had asked him out.

      Lacking in presence came with its benefits for Kuroko. He had managed to take secret pictures of the redhead during the practice session, especially when Akashi was so focused on the game he wouldn’t notice Kuroko taking pictures of him. He had been nervous when Akashi wanted to talk to him after that, scared of being caught red-handed but the outcome was unexpected.

      His poker-face was a real advantage at the moment to cover his elation.

      He had been watching Akashi for a long time, long before Akashi had known him at the university café. Fascinated and drawn to him, Kuroko thought he would never be able to get close to Akashi. After all, he is on a different level than Kuroko himself. But Kuroko was content – taking advantage of his phantom-like ability, he took pictures of the handsome redhead throughout the year, collected them and pasted them onto his dresser mirror, looking at them with longing and fascination every morning.

      He had been contented with loving from a distance.

      But now…..Akashi noticed him.

      Akashi loved him.

      Akashi desired him.

      He swore by the reddened and purple marks on his skin that Kuroko was his.

      And he was Kuroko’s.

-END-