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abysseung · 2 years ago

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SENORITA — l. jy.

SYNOPSIS The hotel you work at isn’t the best. You wish to quit, so you won’t have to hear your manager yelling at you all the time. You could easily quit the job. But what’s stopping you from leaving? The bellboy you work with. You swear the day you started working there, you fell in love with that one bellboy. But after one fake date with him, you may want him to call you another name.

PAIRING bellboy!juyeon x fem!server!reader

GENRE fluff, crack, friends to lovers, fake dating au

WARNINGS profanity, gossiping, nicknames (love & senorita), a lot of pda (public display of affection), mentions of a threat

NOTE THIS FANFICTION IS PURE FICTION, ALL THE IDOLS MENTIONED IN THIS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THEIR ACTUAL LIFE. THIS IS A NON-IDOL ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE.

AUTHORS NOTE my first oneshot, im so glad i was able to finish it (considering i NEVER finish my oneshots) happy bday to juyo and i hope you’ll all enjoy this ^^

☆ playlist — «love you so call me senorita»

WORD COUNT 4.4k

You could say you don’t like your job. You enjoy being a waitress, you just wish you didn’t work at a hotel. You would hear your manager yelling at you or your co-workers every day. At this point, you’ve gotten used to her voice. Every time you’d stumble upon her in the hallways, you would swiftly walk the opposite way. You hate your boss to guts—sometimes you wish for her to stumble on a rock or step on one of her son's legos. Either way, you wish her poor luck. You could easily resign from working at the hotel.

You’ve seen multiple of your co-workers leave because of your shitty boss. You’ve tried so hard to send a resignation letter but every time you’d try to fill one out, there’s this burden inside you that makes you not want to quit. You’ve forced yourself to quit but you were never able. You asked yourself why you weren’t able to quit. You soon acknowledged it was because you didn’t want to leave something. You could say you didn’t want to leave someone. Who is this certain individual?

Lee Juyeon.

Juyeon is this bellboy that works with you. You could say you’re friends with him but you only spoke a few times. You had short conversations with him but you weren’t able to have a full one with him. You constantly saw him at the hotel but never anywhere else. You enjoyed being around him so you told yourself to stay at the hotel so that you could see him. Maybe he saw you as a companion, but you saw him as a crush. You never liked someone as much as you adored Juyeon. You weren’t sure how you began to like him. Possibly it was because of the way he spoke to you.

“You don’t need men, just quit already!” Yoon mentioned as you two were wiping the tables. Yoon was the only person you told about your tremendous fixation on Juyeon, yet she has some sort of grudge against him.

“Yeah I don’t need men, I need Juyeon,”

“You don’t need him, there’s plenty of other guys just like him,”

“You don’t understand me,” you stopped wiping the tables to chat with Yoon properly, “Juyeon is… Juyeon.”

“And what’s so unique about him?” She plopped the towel and sat on the table next to you.

“It’s just… There's something about him that causes my heart to flutter. Every moment he smiles at me when we encounter each other in the hallways, it drives me to feel vulnerable,”

“I gagged a bit but cute, I guess,” Yoon admitted. You rolled your eyes and told her to get off the table. You checked the time and it was already time for you to clock out.

“I’m going to go, see you at school Yoon,” you quickly left Yoon to go grab your stuff. You held your bag and departed the hotel. The atmosphere was dim and you could only glance at a few cars parked. You weren’t confident if you could walk home contemplating how dark it was outside.

“It’s pretty dark out, not safe to walk home,” a familiar voice spoke.

“Hey Juyeon,” you turned around to notice Juyeon playing with his car keys.

“Want a ride?” You weren’t sure if you wanted Juyeon to bring you home. He wasn’t a dangerous person, you simply felt awkward around him. But he was right, it was somewhat risky to go walking at night alone. You couldn’t say anything so you nodded.

He ushered you to his car and suggested you sit in the front—since the rear seats were filled with his belongings. When you entered, you weren’t surprised to see everything so neat. You could feel your heart racing so you examined everywhere but him. The first few minutes of the car ride were a bit awkward. You two never spoke a word and you could only hear music coming from the radio. He broke that stillness when he asked you a question that caught you off guard.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he uttered. You were speechless, you couldn’t say anything. Out of the blue? You, his girlfriend? You spoke up and managed to say a few words,

“I’m sorry?” You were perplexed as to why he told you that.

“Oh, I didn’t get to clarify the wedding part,” he cleared up his throat, ��I’m attending a marriage in a few days, my mother’s wedding. She anticipates me bringing my girlfriend except... She broke up with me about a month ago. I haven’t informed her about the news and I plan on telling her on the day of her wedding. I solely need you to pretend to be my new girlfriend for the wedding, that’s it.'' He was mum after.

You were trying to process what the hell he was saying. Could you help? Maybe a day with your crush wouldn’t be so bad.

“Alright,” you looked at him and made eye contact only for you to get redden.

“Really?” you nodded.

“Just tell me the details about the wedding,” He smiled at you so sincerely—something you’ve never seen before.

“You didn’t respond to my calls or texts last night,” Yoon grumbled on your locker, “Where did you go last night?”

“Home?” you answered her with disarray. She scoffed at your response and laughed it off.

“Then why did I witness you enter Juyeon’s car?” In all honesty, you wish you could tell Yoon what occurred, but she would think you’re hiding something from her—which you are. You weren’t convinced you could tell the truth or deny it; she was waiting for a response.

“Because he was nice enough to take me home,”

“Yeah, his home.”

“He brought me to my place, he never did anything to me.” Well, he never did anything wrong to you. All he did was ask you to be his girlfriend—that’s not bad, right?

You nervously smiled at her. You weren’t in the mood to tell her the whole fake relationship. You could tell her that you’re dating him but she would start becoming suspicious about it.

She raised an eyebrow and replied with “Okay…” and fled for class.

You sighed in relief, you had to tell Yoon about it. Before leaving for class, you received a text from Juyeon.

Juyeon: wanna go on a date after school?

Juyeon: to get prepared for the wedding next week

Of course, he was going to say that, you understood he saw you as a friend. It wouldn’t be normal for friends to go on a date—you just wish you were more than friends.

Y/N: ofc, you can choose the place

Juyeon: :)

You head straight to class and make an effort to forget about Juyeon.

The day went by so fast, it was already the end of your last class and you were relieved to go home. You went to your locker to grab your stuff and left quickly. As you walked towards the exit of your school, people would gaze at you and then gossip about you. It was normal to be talked about by your peers but the more you walked, the more they kept staring at you. It wasn’t ordinary and you knew something was going on.

“Aren’t you supposed to be going to the parking lot?” Yoon arose to you. You were confused about why you had to go to the parking lot. You don’t drive and your family doesn’t bother to pick you up, so why did you have to go?

“This is my way to go home,” you smiled and ignored her.

“Mr. Bellboy is waiting for you outside!” she shouted. You halted, remembering the date. You had completely forgotten that you had a date with Juyeon.

You ran to the opposite side of the school—where the parking lot was. You were lucky you were pretty fast, you felt bad for nearly ditching Juyeon. If it wasn’t him that asked you out, you would ditch them. You reached the parking lot and saw that same car from yesterday, except Juyeon, was waiting outside of it. His attire was a bit formal and here you were stuck in your school uniform. He grinned and waved at you. You quickly made your way to his car, to avoid the glares from fellow students.

He entered the car with you and noticed how gloomy you looked, “What’s wrong?”

You sighed and shook it off. You didn’t feel like telling him that there were a bunch of students talking shit about you for going on a date with a super hot guy, so you told him it was schoolwork.

Instead of ignoring you and driving off to your destination, he held his arms out—gesturing for a hug. His gesture confused you a little, was he reaching out for something or did he want a hug? You found it sweet how he was kind enough for a hug, knowing that you didn’t want to vent your problem to him. In return, you accepted his hug. It was a soft and sincere one. You could sense other making stares at you but you didn’t mind at all. With Juyeon, it felt different. Although you two weren’t close, you were already comforted. You two were awkward after that hug and Juyeon was quick to apologize for it.

“I know a great place to go, not sure if you’ll like it,” he smiled.

“I’ll like it regardless of the place, as long as I'm with you,” you uttered out of nowhere—not realising what you said. It took you a while to realise which got you flustered.

“Just drive,” you muttered. He eventually loosened himself and drove.

The destination wasn’t too far but you weren’t familiar with the street. He took you to a fancy-looking restaurant, you weren’t sure if it was expensive judging by the outside. He got out of the car and opened your door, only to see him stretching out his hand for yours.

“When we walk in, I want you to always hold my hand,” you clasped his hand and vacated the car. You two entered the restaurant, just as you said about the exterior. The inside was more grandiloquent than the outside. The hostess welcomed the two of you and ushered you to a table. You sat down and remembered that your hands were interlaced with Juyeon’s. You were quick to let go and he apologised. Seriously, when will this man stop apologising? He sat down and faced you.

He spoke up, “I used to go here all the time with my ex, that’s why some of the employees look confused when they saw us enter,” you nodded.

“Do you know why I asked you to go on a date with me?”

“Not at all…” you admitted.

“I want you to learn more about me,” he tilted his head, “Since you are meeting my mother for the first time. My ex has only met her once and she kinda brought her to flames. I’m hoping you’ll have a better attitude with my mother,” you nodded.

You clasped your hands together and stared at Juyeon, “So, how old are you?”

“I’m 17,” he replied. You were surprised by his response, you expected him to be a lot older.

“What high school do you go to?”

“I dropped out. Ever since my mom moved in with her fiance, I had to help my little brother. So I started to work more hours to take care of him.”

You nodded, “How old is your brother?”

“He’s turning 13 in a few weeks.”

“Is working at the hotel your only job?”

“No, I work at an arcade but most of my shifts are at the hotel.”

“How old are you?” he asked.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one who’s asking?”

“If we’re having a fake relationship, I have to get to know you as well,” you sighed.

“I’m 16. I have an older sister and younger brother—which makes me the middle child—and I don’t work at other places other than the hotel. Also, I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”

“Well today is your fortunate day, you get a boyfriend now,” he chuckled.

The date was longer than you expected. You were able to exchange interests and have a few laughs. You didn’t even acknowledge it was already late and that your parents were presumably waiting for you. Luckily, Juyeon was able to give you a ride home. Your place was pretty close to the restaurant and you could already see your dad waiting for you near the window.

“I really enjoyed this date, thank you for today,” you beamed at Juyeon.

“I’m glad we both enjoyed it,” you two were silent after and you didn’t leave yet. The distance between both of your faces was too close. You shut your eyes and he leaned in closer to kiss your cheek. You blinked open, realizing that he didn’t kiss you on the lips.

“Erm. Good night, Juyeon,” you stammered and quickly departed. You sprinted to your house merely to notice the front door open, with your dad standing there. You went inside without greeting him or taking off your shoes. You immediately ran to your room and locked yourself in there. Sitting down next to your door, you hear three knocks.

“You know I don’t care what you do with your life but you never informed me you had a boyfriend,” your dad spoke up.

“It wasn’t necessary to tell you about my relationship,” you proclaimed.

“What if I don’t like how he’s behaving toward you?”

“He treats me well, now good night,” you got up and laid down.

That night, you couldn’t nap—all you were thinking about was Juyeon. What you didn’t know was that Juyeon too was pondering about you.

You woke up to a sound. Not your alarm ringing but a thud. Usually, you would never hear your surroundings, but this sudden noise woke you up. You got up and scanned around your room. Nothing suspicious. Normally you’d get up after you arise. You felt quite exhausted from yesterday. But it’s no problem, you could sleep easily; after all, it is Saturday. But you felt bothered, not sure why. There was no danger to sense, it was just a bother.

You went back to bed and try to ignore whatever was bothering you. Seconds later after you closed your eyes, you could smell something. Not the breakfast your siblings were making, but the scent of a particular perfume. Tropical-scented perfume. The smell of tropical fruits woke you up; it wasn’t just the smell, but moreover the person who was wearing it.

“If you’re going to hide in my room, don’t wear the perfume I gifted you,” you declared. A few seconds later, a familiar friend appeared in front of you.

“Are you aware of the time right now?” Yoon asked.

“No,” you rubbed your eyes and got up, “Why would I care?”

“We have a shift today, at eight,” she looked at the clock and back to you, “right now, it’s half an hour before eight.” Yoon pulled you and took you to the bathroom.

“Your future boyfriend is waiting for us,” she yelled as she closed the door and left.

“What boyfriend are you talking about?!” you scoffed.

It took you a while to get ready but luckily you managed to arrive at the hotel before nine. Yoon wasn’t kidding when she said Juyeon was waiting for you. He wasn’t at his usual spot, rather much, sitting alone at the restaurant you're working at. He caught sight of you and waved at you.

“Go to him!” Yoon pushed you towards Juyeon. You walked to his table and sat down. Gazing at him, who was smiling so innocently.

“We’re quite fortunate aren't we?” he whispered and tilted his head. The only luck you can contemplate is the fact that you can date the one guy you desire.

“How come?” you questioned. He slid a white card to you. It was the wedding invitation. You picked it up and slowly opened it.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019. 8 PM.

“What’s so lucky about a wedding on a school night?”

“Look at the location,” you looked down at the card and saw where the marriage was held. It was none other than the hotel you and Juyeon were working at. You’ve seen many weddings at the hotel and to be truthful, you weren’t so pleased about it. Considering you were a waitress for the hotel’s restaurant, you had to work for countless hours. What’s even worse about this wedding is that you were indirectly invited. You prayed not to have a shift on this specific date.

“Don’t worry, I requested for us not to have a shift on that day. Surprisingly, we never had a shift on the day of the wedding.” You sighed in relief. You stood up from your chair and suggested he start working.

This weekend working at the hotel felt awfully different. Not because your manager is unexpectedly quiet but the way Juyeon had been treating you. He would constantly make conversations with you whenever you two would encounter each other. Occasionally on his break, he’d go to the restaurant for a quick snack when in reality, he wants to see you.

Recall when he said to always hold his hand when you two went to that restaurant. Undoubtedly, he would sneakily clasp your hand when you would get interested in your discussions. Even after your shift was over, he’d take you to the most spontaneous places.

Once he called you ‘love’ on accident and got you flustered; so he kept calling you that. You found it cute how he was acting like an actual boyfriend. You weren’t the only person that noticed how different he was behaving. Yoon too noticed it.

“Isn’t it odd how Juyeon is such a flirt for you?” Yoon questioned.

“I’ve noticed it as well,” you tried to ignore Yoon as you two were walking down the hallways.

“Why are you playing along? He could be doing some devious trick on you,”

“Well…Maybe we’re just on good terms, that’s all,” maintaining to disregard her on your way to class.

“Good terms?” she questioned. She was silent for a while when you both entered the classroom. Sitting at your usual spots, Yoon was guessing what you meant by ‘good terms’. Then it suddenly hit her.

“You’re dating Juyeon?!” she yelled out, having some classmates turn their heads to peek at the two of you.

Before you could answer, you were saved by the bell—hoping Yoon would forget about your discussion.

As you two were doing work, Yoon would occasionally interrogate you. She’d ask questions such as “Are you really dating him?” or “How come you never told me?” From time to time, you’d ignore her and tell her to concentrate on the work. But even after class, she’d never stop bothering you. During lunch, she’d mention your relationship to your other friends—which makes it ominous because they’d question you as well. When school ended, she expected you to go home alone but you headed toward the parking lot. She followed you and assumed Juyeon would be waiting for you. But she was wrong, he wasn’t there at all.

“Where’s Juyeon?” she asked.

“Why are you so curious about him? Didn’t you despise him a week ago?” on your way to leave school while Yoon follows you.

“Why are you close with him then?”

“As I said, we’re on good terms, that’s all.”

“What do good terms even mean?”

“Haven’t I already said enough,” You didn’t want to tell Yoon that she was right about your relationship but you also didn’t want to say that it was all a hoax. She wasn’t sure why you kept scrolling downtown. It wasn’t near the hotel or your home.

“Where are you going?” Yoon interrogated.

“A restaurant,” saying that right on time when you appeared in front of it, “this one.” It was the same restaurant you went to on your date with Juyeon. You remember Juyeon asked you to meet him at the same restaurant after school.

Yoon’s eyes went wide, “You can afford to eat here?”

“Who said I was paying?” you scoffed. You two entered the building and recognized that same hostess at the front. The place was full but luckily Juyeon made a reservation for you.

“Ah I’m sorry but we are very packed,” the hostess apologised.

“Oh, don’t worry, I have a reservation,” you reassured the hostess.

“Name?” You looked back to Yoon then glanced at the hostess, “Lee Juyeon.”

The hostess smiled and led you to where Juyeon was sitting. It was the same table where you and Juyeon had your first date. His head facing down, Juyeon didn’t notice you until you sat down. He looked up and saw Yoon standing next to you.

“Look who tagged along,” he chuckled.

“She followed m–,”

“What funny business do you have with my friend?” Interrupted by Yoon.

“It's evident, she’s my girlfriend,” Yoon was bewildered by his response. She wasn’t confident about how she felt about it. Last week she saw you pondering—wishing you were dating him—and now you’re here, holding his hand.

“I-I see…”, she stuttered, “Enjoy your date, have fun Y/N!” She quickly left the restaurant, trying to ignore the idea of you and Juyeon together. You two laughed it off and started conversations about yourselves.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019. 6 PM.

You stood in your room thinking about what to wear. Two hours before the wedding and you still weren’t prepared. Yoon was rummaging through your closet to find proper clothing but she was competent to find a few. She revealed a brown silk dress with short sleeves and a lavender long-sleeved dress.

“Does the wedding have a theme?” Yoon asked.

“Something about blue,”

“Do you detest blue? ‘Cause, I don’t notice any formal attire with any blue,” You grumbled, trying to think whether you should go out to buy a dress according to the theme or loot one from your mom’s closet.

“Wait! I see something blue!” Yoon pulled out a navy blue dress, “Found it deep down in your closet.”

“Oh, that gown. My mother gifted it to me. She said to wear it on a romantic night with your first love because she wore it when she had her first kiss with my dad.”

“That’s so cute. You should wear it!”

“I can’t, the wedding is about Juyeon’s mom and not me.”

“Your point is?”

“It’s not an idealistic night for me,”

“It is. Weddings revolve around love and considering you’re going with Juyeon—with him being your first love—it’s a romantic night.”

You were reluctant to wear the dress. It had a profound meaning yet it looked so simple. Yoon was right, it is a romantic night. You had less than two hours to arrive at the wedding and there wasn’t time to purchase or steal.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019. 7 PM.

You appeared at the hotel—wearing the dress Yoon suggested you wear—with Juyeon by your side, who was wearing a navy blue tuxedo as well. There were a ton of visitors and it felt uncommon to be attending it—especially at the place you work at. A fellow co-worker greeted you two and directed you to a table. It was a bit near the front but quite distant from other tables. As you two sat down, there were a few families of Juyeon greeting the both of you. You felt a bit ashamed to be called ‘Juyeon’s second girlfriend’ but you didn’t seem to care at all; after all, you two weren’t a real couple. You were able to meet a lot of his relatives—young and old ones. Juyeon introduced you to his little brother, Wonjun, who you found adorable.

Minutes after waiting for the wedding to start, you recognized a familiar face. The person caught you staring at them and went up to you.

“Y/N my little Senorita! It’s so nice to see you,” Your aunt greeted you, “And who is this handsome man you brought today?”

“Actually auntie Jihyo, this is the bride’s son and my boyfriend, Juyeon,” You introduced her to Juyeon, “He invited me. What brings you here?”

“I’m the bride’s co-worker. She’s told me about him so it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she shook his hand and whispered to him, “If you break my Senorita’s heart, count your days,” your aunt let out. She hugged you and left.

Juyeon chuckled, “That’s a cute nickname, Senorita. Where’d she get it from?”

“It was the name of my favourite song,” you giggled awkwardly.

The officiating minister appeared and it was time for the wedding.

As the wedding finished, you were able to meet Juyeon’s mother.

“Juyeon, it’s nice to see you. I’m so glad you attended,” his mother hugged him and turned to you, “Hello Yuna, it’s nice to see you again,” she stopped smiling at the sight of you.

“Mother this isn’t Yuna, this is Y/N. Yuna ended our relationship,”

His mom nodded, “It’s lovely to meet you Y/N, welcome to the family!”

You got along with Juyeon’s mother easily. Every time you speak, you always manage to make her smile and laugh. She told you a lot about Juyeon and quite exaggerated information.

“Juyeon had such a cute butt when he was a baby,” you two giggled while Juyeon groaned at the fact that his mom was informing you of embarrassing knowledge about him.

You eventually got her number to call her if Juyeon ever misbehaves. She left to interact with the other guests.

Hours after the wedding ended and you found Juyeon holding you, swaying to the melody. Your heart was beating fast, you were this close to Juyeon. In addition, your favourite song began playing and he brought you closer to him—still holding your waist.

He whispered, “I think I’m in love with you,”

“Pardon?” startled by his statement and confused if he meant it.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N,” he spoke up. You were silent and he was worried that he was getting rejected.

You spoke up, “I love you too, Lee Juyeon,” bringing his face closer to yours. You kissed him. He felt like a dream, a dream in which you never wanted to wake up.

“So, when’s our next wedding, Senorita?”

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wooahaes · 3 years ago

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a rude awakening

pairing: dino x fem!reader [but its lowkey kinda vague]

prompt: n/a [private bday prompts]

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: n/a just sleepy boyfie content

daisy’s notes: again... a happy birthday at midnight is all i care about

Chan knew the code to your apartment, and was fully ready to use it. As far as you knew, the two of you were going to meet up for lunch tomorrow and then spend part of the day together after you had breakfast with your friends. The latter part was still happening--Chan would never stop you from seeing them, and was glad you had other plans--but he decided that, despite how tired he already was, you deserved a little something extra to surprise you. He shut your door behind him, re-securing it back before slipping out of his shoes and setting them in their proper place. All of your lights were off, meaning you had likely gone to bed early in order to get up at a decent time tomorrow...

Which meant you wouldn’t see him coming. All according to plan.

Despite the fatigue that had settled into his bones, Chan felt slightly reinvigorated in being able to surprise you like this. His bag bounced against his hip with every step he took, glancing around your darkened apartment as he went. He kept a close lookout for anything that would trip him up on the short trek from your front door to your bedroom door, slowly cracking it open. If you were awake, he couldn’t tell: your phone was off and on your bedside table, and you were curled up on your side with the teddy bear he won you tightly held within your arms. He smiled at the sight. Even when he was busy, you found ways to keep him close to you. He weaved underneath his bag, setting it on the floor as he made his way to your bed.

“Honey,” he called out in a low whisper, reaching out to shake you gently. “Are you awake?” You stirred a little, too asleep to really say anything. So he leaned in, already singing a soft “Happy birthday--” when you reached back behind you. He laughed a little as you groped the air, searching for his face, only to finally find it and gently tap him on the cheek.

“What time is it?“ You mumbled, eyes still screwed shut as you hug your bear closer to you.

Chan pressed a knee into the mattress, watching you shift slightly due to his added weight. “Midnight.”

“Channie,” you whined. “I was asleep.”

He felt bad for a moment, only to lean in and press a kiss against your lips. “I’m sorry,” he said, pressing another against the corner of your mouth, “I just wanted to see you.” Another two to your cheeks--one on each side, and he chuckled when you reached up for him again. The bear fell abandoned onto your bed as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, tugging slightly. “Wait--”

“Either get changed or sleep like this,” you looked up at him. “You owe me cuddles to make up for this.”

He kissed you quickly before backing off, going to grab his change of clothes from his bad. Chan didn’t bother to seek any sense of privacy as he changed, your back already to him as you moved to make room for him. He plugged in his phone, setting it on the other side of yours, and settled in behind you. With ease, he pulled you into his arms--only to watch you pull away, turning to face him first--and craned his neck to kiss your forehead.

“Happy birthday,” he said again. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“You’re so sappy,” you mumbled, growing closer to him. You intertwined one of your legs with his own, seeking as much warmth you could from him.

“I am!” He said, voice raising a little too loud before he giggled. “I am,” he repeated, softer this time. “I’m glad you were born. I’m glad you love me, and that I love you, and that you’re understanding, and--”

“Chan,” you finally opened your eyes to look him in the face, “I love you, too. I’m tired, and you are, too.”

He was. He merely giggled again, pulling you into his chest. “I’m lucky to have you,” he said, drawing hearts idly into your back. “I just wanted to tell you that.”

If you said something, he couldn’t tell: all that he made out was some sort of confirmation or thanks, muffled into the fabric of his shirt. He stared off past you, past the wall and into an unknown space as he continued to trace lopsided hearts across your back.

“I know I’m not always here,” he said, voice low and soothing. You could feel it rumble in his chest as he continued, “But I’m glad you understand. I... I love you,” he stifled a yawn. “And I like waking up next to you. I like... all of this. The domestic stuff. Sometimes I think I just want to wake up next to you every day.”

You said his name, your voice low and quiet it was something delicate. Like it’d somehow break if you said it too loud, and like you were holding onto it tight like a snow globe or a wine bottle in an attempt to keep from dropping it.

“I love you,” he said again. “I love you so, so much.” So much it hurt sometimes, but he left that unsaid. If he said it, you’d worry. But love could hurt sometimes in such a good way: the way he yearned for your touch, for you to call him those cute names you reserved for when you were tired, for you to kiss him and tell him he was doing well and that you were proud of him. It motivated him in the best way. “I’m just glad you’re here,” he said after a moment.

“Chan?” You spoke up. “I love you, too. Let’s get some sleep.”

As you settled back into his chest, he felt safe. He felt at home. Like this was where he was meant to be in that point in time.

You’d nag at him in the morning for waking you up, he was sure of it, but he was okay with that. As long as he got to hear that pretty voice again, he was okay with anything.

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obunt · 3 years ago

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Happy Birthday Chris Evans.

Being an A list actor has alot of benefits and some draw backs you never expected.

Getting birthday gifts and messages from fans is always so lovely and Chris respects everyone enough to thank them for his gifts.

On gift of a nice whiskey had someone's info attached too it so Chris decided to give them a face time to say thank you while enjoying the gift they sent him.

Chris called and smiled wide when I answered the phone, I was in my car so I had to pull over to understand what was happening, hey bud thanks for the whiskey, it's been a long day so this will be a great night cap.

Oh your so welcome Chris, I'm so glad you called just before you gave it a try, bottoms up big guy !!!

Chris smiled, poured a glass and swallowed it in one go. It didn't take long before the drink too effect and I watched as Chris passed out onto his sofa.

I pulled up to Chris's house with my phone still on so I could see he's still out. I moved around the back and went through the open back door to see him still on the sofa.

I moved quickly, i got chris down to his boxers and then tied him up with some thick ribbon like bands and stuffed his sweaty white ankle socks into his mouth and tapped it closed. I sat on Chris's lap and wrote SLAVE on the gag.

Chris woke up to see me sat on his lap, trying to move and talk but only able to wiggle and mmmpff.

Happy birthday big guy, Chris's eyes opened wide and panic took over him.

I grab his gagged cheek holding his face looking at me.

It may be your birthday, but I'm g trying the gift of my dreams.

First I taste that chest, then soles and then if your good we take those boxers off. But we are getting ahead of ourselves bday boy.

You just sit back and be the perfect slave and then we both get what we want. I get all this and then you get let go....at some point.

Original picture by, capturedguys.com

#chrisevans #birthdayboy #tapegag #kidnapped #gaggedmen #masterandslave #malefeetslave #malebondage

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kithtaehyung · 3 years ago

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Hi!! I just read all 5 chapters of three tangerines this afternoon and let me tell you, it has been a while since that long of a story (can't believe how many words I've just consumed, oh gosh) has got a hold on me in the first chapter so much that I had to binge read everything! Honestly, I love the couple so much, and I am in love with the dialogue! They have amazing chemistry and you write them so well! Genuinely can't say how good your writing is because I don't have the words for that. Like the way she overthinks and doesn't want to overstep was so real (like I'm someone who never knows what to ask people in conversations when I'm getting to know them, cause I have no idea if I'll accidentally bring up an wanted topic, and the last thing I want is to make someone uncomfortable. So when she was saying to Tae "I can't ask that, I don't know him that well", I was like UGH!!!! Yes!!! Like, I feel that, girl!) Anyway I love how we get to see both perspectives and how Yoongi is so patient, like "Ask if there's ever something on your mind"... I literally melted everytime I read that. So thank you. Lol but genuinely, this was the reason my Sunday free time was well spent, so thank you so much!!! You're amazing for giving this to us to read for free, so thank you a thousand times!!! I can't wait to see what happens next :) hope you have a good day/night!!

OMGGGG hi hello @justanothergirlfromeurope !! I am so honored to hear all of these wonderful things😭 (Also, so so sorry for the late reply. I was out literally all day celebrating my mom’s bday!! Hope you had a wonderful rest of your Sunday after this🤍)

Gosh, I am so attached to this pairing it’s honestly scary??😅 I think about them everyday and come up with scenarios or scenes without even thinking too hard. I’m happy to hear you love their chemistry too bc that’s v v important to me as far as my writing goes. I want to get that and characterization right.

THE OVERTHINKING AHDKSJF trust me I relate to this reader so damn hard. And the combination of overthinking and then not being able to voice what you want?? That’s legit so hard to deal with even if someone tells you to speak your mind, so if anyone ever feels this way, you aren’t alone!!😭 But you have an even better point with the not knowing if you’ll touch on an unwanted subject, too! Definitely adds to the mess.

I love writing and working on 3tan. I’m just glad you’re following along now because I’m totally focused on the journey for these two🥺🍊 And since you’re new, gotta give you the whole intro: welcome to the 3tanverse!! Grab a seat, it’s chaotic and wild, but we have a lot of fun here🤣

#welcome welcome!#lovely people #3tan #asks:3tan #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌#calm tag

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dollymadness · 4 years ago

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Hello. It's my bday today! I just turned 19.

Write me a a b'day hc. SHOTO, TAMAKI, BAKUGOU!

THANK YOU BESTIE

heyyyyyyyyyyyy ☺️💜

happy birthday princess, hope you had an amazing day

Shoto:

Shoto isn't used to recieve anything on his birthday, not even a sign of kindness. He didn't had time for this, he had to train — Endeavor would say.

So, he did his best to make sure you don't feel the same.

He patiently waited for you to get back to him, after partying, with a warm blanket, soba and a cake he made all alone.

A huge pile of presents is waiting for you as well, mostly because he dindn't knew which one to choose. There's plushies, a new pair of boots, expensive bags and some mangas.

When you arrive, he just looks up to you and smile softly, opening his arms so you could run to him into a hug.

He wraps his arms strongly around you, saving your scent and placing some sweet kisses on your neck.

"Happy birthday, darling." He tries to be as quiet as possible, whispering in your ear. "Did you enjoy your day? I waited for you."

You then tell him every detail of you day, still stuck on his lap. He stares deeply into your eyes, not missing a detail of your story.

"That sounds amazing, i'm so happy you had fun!" He says in a way that you can sense is honest.

"I love you..." Shoto gently grabes your hand and places between his. "I wish you the best, always. All i want is to see you smile, to see that beautiful, breath taking, light in your eyes... I'm with you, don't forget." That was his birthday wishes for you, he had been rehearsing for almost a week, anxious that he wouldn't know how to express all his fellings for you.

"I got you all this..." Todoroki points all the stuff you haven't even open yet. "But... there's one more important than the others." He moves you away from his lap, going to grab a small box — "Tiffany & Co" Is he for real?

The jewel is too cute for your heart to take, and it's matching. He puts his, and hands your necklace.

"I wanted to give something that would remind you of me..."

"It's lovely..."

He puts it on you, and kiss your lips with passion. Shoto then places you in the huge amount of blankets and gives you the food he cooked.

He jumps in and cuddles with you "Want to watch your favorite anime?"

Tamaki

He took on a date, a picnic at the park. He prepared everything, there is fruits, candys, an apple pie and some drinks so he will be able to relax.

Tamaki wanted to give you something personal, so he gives you a handmade bracelet.

"I-i know it's nothing b-big... it looks s-stupid now that i g-gave you... sorry-"

"No, baby! I loved it, especially because you took time doing this just to surprise me. Thank you!" He cheers at the praise, showing his.

"The butterflies were so hard to m-make." He jokes a little, smilling at you, and you laugh with him to end the tension.

"And you manage to make it look perfect!" He blushes hard, trying to hide his face.

"I'm glad you liked..." You take him into a warm kiss, pulling him in by the collar.

"Y-you deserve the world... i adore you so much..." He curls on you, gesturing for you to pat his head. "I love you, bae... Thank you for everything."

"I love you so much" You answer, giving him the affection he is craving.

He serve you some food, making sure that you are enjoying every detail of the day.

When you two are done eating, Amajiki quickly packs all and take you by the hand, pointing the bracelets with a bright smile as your arms touched.

He takes you to a walk, you both just chat and chill. He then gets you a big bouquet of white roses, again blushing only to give you.

"White roses mean eternal l-love..." Tamaki shyly explains, kissing your hand.

"So you bought me the right ones, pretty, because we are a forever kind of thing."

Bakugo:

Katsuki planned you a surprise party. He invited — better saying — ordered each one of your friend to come.

He cooked every food that was served and chose the elegant decoration of the room, making sure everything looked in the way he bet will please you.

Bakugo said he wanted to see you in your birthday, to give you your gift. So he invited you to his house, where the party will happen.

You didn't sense nothing suspicious from him and went only expecting him to be there.

As soon as you stepped into his house, a buch of "SURPRISE"s from your loved ones made you jump in your place, turning to Katsuki quite unbelieved that he did all this.

"Don't say anything... is your day, anyway, dumbass." He kisses your forehead and passes, going to Denki and Kirishima to have his little freak out away from you.

"BABY, I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" Mitsuki comes to you. "Happy birthday!!! We got you a gift, sweetie." By 'we' she means her and her husband, that is watching from the distance.

You are surprised that even your boyfriends mom got you something, and even more because it's a beautiful, perfect cloth.

"Katsuki bought you this." She hands you a big box, for the weight you guess is filled. "He is too shy to give you, but i'm doing this for him! Thank him later!" She smiles and let you alone to see what it is.

There it's, a HUGE plushie of orange a cat. You smile, taking the other box, seeing it's a delicate ring. You look up to him and your eyes met.

Instants later, he is with you again.

"So... old rag gave you this shitty thing..." He curses, but doesn't appear mad at all.

"Yes, it's so cute! Thank you, angel, i love you!"

"There's no need to thank me, it's what you deserve and-" You stop him with a kiss, firmly holding his waist.

"Tsc..." He mumbles when the kiss ends. "I love so much, idiot..." His face is all red as you kiss him again and again, interlacing your fingers togheter.

Muahh, happy birthday again 😽❤️

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 4 years ago

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Birthday

Summary: could you do a hs losers x reader where the readers new to town and hates her bday bc each year her past friends and family had always forgotten or did nothing so when richie finds out her bdays coming up he tells the losers and they all plan a special surprise party and richie saves up and gets her something super special and the losers r all like wow he’s never gotten anyone anything like this b4 so she finds out that he likes her or something so it’s like the best bday she’s ever had

Richie bikes swiftly passed you, faster than he usually does, which can only mean he’s trying to surpass you. You barely refrain from flipping him the bird in public, as you too throw your weight into peddling. It’s no use, Richie is more athletic than you by a long shot, and he’s been practicing with Eddie for track. You’ll never be able to catch up with him with no viable effort.

‘You asshole,’ you yell out to him, noticing an elder woman pledging through her yard too late to stop your exclamation. She regards the both of you with malcontent, stabbing her hark too brutally in the soil of her allotment for it to be a coincidence.

‘Not my fault your short legs can’t reach the peddles.’

You growl, lifting up from your saddle to race faster, but Richie sees you do it and does nothing but laugh.

Any other time you might give him hell for it, but today, you are in no mood to indulge in Richie’s escapades.

It’s your birthday, and while for most that equalizes a fun day stacked with presents and cake, to you it stands for a day full of misery.

Your birthday is cursed. And no, that is not you being dramatic. At your ninth birthday, your cake got slammed into floor, therefor ruing the gift your parents had been working on for weeks, and which was their only present.

At age ten, you fell off your brand new bike into a ravine and had to go to the hospital to get eleven stitches. On your fourteenth birthday, you and your parents got into such a huge fight they send you up to your room and forbad you from sneaking down at any point in the day.

There are more examples to back up your claim for the terrible birthdays, but you have tried to desperately block them all out, so you won’t rehash them.

That’s why your so peeved that Richie is forcing you to the quarry.

‘If you could tell me where I’m supposed to be going to bet u could find a short cut and be there faster than you.’

‘Nice try Dora, I’m not telling you anything. It’s a surprise.’

‘Alright, I get two attempts. If I can’t guess where we’re going, I’ll do your homework for a week.’

‘And if you do guess it?’

‘Then you owe me a favor and no matter for what reason I cash it in, you don’t get to complain.’

‘Fine, bring it miss know it all.’ Richie slows down to slide next to you, the wind picking up as the two of you descend down the mountain. His smile is mischievous and cheeky, probably too confident to think you’ll be able to reckon the spot he has in mind.

If only he knew that you had limited the possibilities to two places, the exact amount of guess you were granted.

‘Hm, are we going to the arcade?’ Your first theory is. Richie doesn’t have anything on him right now, except pennies that have been rinkeling inside his pockets the entire bike ride, the only thing he needs to go to the arcade.

Richie smirks, and shakes his head. ‘Try one my dear, may I say that the odds aren’t in your favor right now?’

His impressive ego in the way he taunts you with the right answer fuels your desire to be right. ‘Are we going to the Barrens?’ You sing, smiling wide as Richie’s shrinks.

‘Eh, no?’ He says, but he sounds petulant. ‘Fuck this shit, what gave it away?’

‘A girl never reveals her secrets’, you say covertly, forgetting momentarily about the agitating day. You suspect that might have been Richie’s intention.

It’s not like the Barrens is such a stretch in the first place, the losers and you have made that place your own, but you do hypothesize that he may have planned something special for you.

Your theory turns out to be true, as you can spot a long table at the end of the dirt path you and Richie are currently riding on to get to the clubhouse. The table is stacked with a variety of candies, your favorite, drinks that are sweet enough to rot your teeth, something Richie should be more aware off - having a dad who is a dentist-, and a giant cake with eight candles on. Each one representing a loser.

You say nothing as you approach, in a sneaky way torturing Richie a bit more before revealing that you’re at the verge of tears of this nice gesture. Richie slows down his speed by dragging his shoes along the dirt, glances darting nervously towards your face.

‘I know you said no parties, but how else was I supposed to show off my rocking dance moves?’

‘Do you mean the moves you make that look like you’re dying?’ Stan chides, him and the rest of the losers rolling up behind you two. They’re all walking next to their bikes, and Bill’s hands are smudges with cake residue he somehow missed while cleaning up. They didn’t want to be here before you and ruin the ‘surprise’, but it’s clear everyone has worked hard to organize this for you.

‘Fuck you Stan the man, the color green doesn’t fit you.’

‘Happy’, Bev grounds out, leveling Richie with one look, the way only Bev can, and then address you. ‘Birthday.’ She hugs you despite you still holding your bike, and you let it clatter to the ground with a loud bang.

‘Thanks Bev.’

‘Happy Birthday’, the other losers also call out, because there’s just too many of them for each to wait their turn.

‘We hope you don’t mind we don’t have any presents, we spend basically all of it getting ingredients for the cake, which we had to redo- twice.’

They don’t offer any other explanation about why the cake had to be remade two times, but by Eddie’s scowl you can fill in the blanks.

‘No, honestly, this is already too much.’ It is too much, but their efforts are so kind and heartwarming that you have to bit back a happy squall. No one has ever bothered to organize anything for your birthday, whether it be purchasing a two dollar present or even ordering a cake, but these people that you had met less then a year ago were willing to scramble together all the money they could, just so they could turn your day special. Thank god for moving to Derry.

For the first time in years, your birthday has brought smiles and laughter, and no tears and weeping moods.

‘Nonsense my dearest young lady, this is but a blip on our radar, a speck of dust on the tv, nothing compared too-‘

‘Can we please cut the cake now? Before something else goes wrong with it?’ Eddie glowers, refuting to wait for an affirmative.

‘Don’t forget the candles,’ Ben says as he follows Eddie to the table. You’re about to join them, when a hand on your wrists stops you.

‘Hey, Y/N? You really don’t mind this right? I know you said you didn’t want anything but I know how nice it is be caught off guard with something like this.’ Richie rubs the back of his head as if that makes him see any less anxious. It’s incredible how smart someone can be while simultaneously also being so dense.

‘Richie’, you say as you smile, unable to hide it any longer. ‘It’s amazing, thank you so much. If there is any way I can repay you I’ll do that. I’m really happy with this.’

‘That’s good, not that I was worried about it, who isn’t a fan of everything I do?’

Rolling your eyes only spurs Richie on, but it’s become an automatic response now, you can’t help but do it.

‘Oh, I almost forgot. I did get you another gift. Two actually, if you count my huge dong as one.’

‘Gross Richie, why do you always have to add something sexual to everything?’

‘It’s my game babe, love it or leave it. Anyway, here is the gift if you want it. If you don’t that’s fine too.’

‘Don’t get all shy on me now Rich’, you tease as your bump your arm into his while grabbing the package. ‘I’ve just gotten used to your antics.’

The package isn’t heavy, but it also isn’t light. It’s wrapped in enough layer that you can’t feel what’s inside of it just by holding it, but that was probably Richie’s intention. That or he is simply horrible at wrapping up.

While you carefully peel off each layer, you begin to speculate on what it could be. It could be a gag gift, but Richie looked sincere, and his eyes behind his glasses are magnified in true anticipation, a gag gift wouldn’t illicit that response.

As soon as the final layer is detached, you gasp, armored by the actual gift. It’s a blue bracelet, covered in butterfly pattering. You once mentioned having a similar one as a kid that you loved but lost one day while playing outside and had been sad about for weeks.

You can’t believe Richie had kept it in his mind, and had gone out to look for it.

‘Richie… I don’t even know what to say right now.’ You exclaim, squeezing the bracelet in your hand tightly, a blush covering your face. Richie’s mimics yours. ‘Thank you’, you say while reaching out to him and kissing him on the cheek. Richie face burns a brighter red.

‘Yeah… glad to be of service.’ His mind is ball parks away, and he is left dazed.

‘Come on Y/N, it’s time for you to blow out the candles.’

You go easily, letting your hand linger around Richie’s, deciding mentally that you’ll do it tonight before you go home. Your birthday has already been better than anything you could have imagined, and maybe it has one more miracle left to give. If Richie says yes to your question about going on a date, then this will truly have been the best birthday you have every had. By the love struck expression Richie is walking around with, you have an inkling as to what his response might be.

You blow out your candles, but you don’t need to make a wish. You already have everything you could possibly want.

----

‘Off course that asshole buys her a gift, but never returns the money I loaned him so long ago. I’m not a fucking bank.’

‘I think it’s cute.’

‘No, Eddie is right, I’m also waiting on my refund.’

‘It’s adorable he bought her something, he really can’t hide his crush anymore.’

#richie tozier #My writing #richie x reader #the losers x reader #it x reader #it imagines #richie tozier x reader

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fanfic-inator795 · 4 years ago

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RotTMNT Oneshot: Sweet Sixteen

((This scene just popped into my head, aaaaand I don’t feel like writing anything else atm so- hope you all enjoy))

It wasn’t often that the lair was bustling early in the morning; the Hamato-Jitsu family stayed up late, and often slept in even later. But on certain days such as these, only one person was allowed to sleep in...

At about 7 a.m., all activity was quickly shushed as silent shadows crept towards a specific room - a bedroom with red-tinted walls thanks to the small lamp that was still lit. They could hear quiet snores, and grinned to themselves as they snuck inside.

Still somewhat asleep but awake enough that his ninja senses were reacting to certain noises and scents, Raph snorted a bit and turned over as he began to stir from his slumber. He instinctively hugged his teddy - he had chosen Dr. Huggenstein the night before - close and tried to bury his face in the back of its head, hoping for just a bit more sleep.

And yet, his mind was slowly starting to wake. He could smell something fruity and buttery near. He could hear quiet giggles and quiet steps padding across the floor of his room. And, despite his eyes being closed, he could still somewhat ‘see’ figures coming closer and closer, until they were standing right in front of him...

With his curiosity now too much for even his sleepy mind to ignore, Raph opened one eye, and-

“SURPRISE!”

The snapper flinched, startled as he sat up and nearly throwing a punch at his ‘surprise’ - although this was anything but a surprise attack, and due to expecting it, his family easily stepped back, avoiding the hit expertly as they laughed.

Donnie and Mikey threw bundles of red and green confetti at him, and as Splinter held up the stack of strawberry and chocolate waffles, Leo leaned over and placed a plastic “Sweet Sixteen” tiara right on his big brother’s head. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~!”

Although he groaned a bit at being surprised by one of their family’s longest running traditions (again. You’d think expecting it would be enough to STOP him from freaking out), Raph still smiled as his family sang and clapped.

When they finished, Raph naturally invited them all in for a group hug. “D’awww, thanks guys.”

“No probles, Big Brother.” “Happy birthday, Raphie!” “Heh, seems like we got you pretty good this year, huh?”

“Ugh, only ‘cause I was in a deep sleep!” Raph argued, pouting only a little, “I’ll be ready next year.”

Splinter just chuckled at his boys, shaking his head. He hadn’t expected this Birthday Morning tradition to last sixteen years when he started doing it when they were all tots (albeit with less screaming involved, at first) but he was sure glad that it had. “Here,” he said, handing the snapper his breakfast, “Best to eat them before they get too cold and soggy.”

“Right, don’t wanna lose that crunch,” Raph agreed, quickly digging in. Although they still had their own breakfasts to prepare, his brothers and father kept him company as he ate. Honestly, Raph appreciated that just as much as he appreciated the breakfast itself.

Naturally, they discussed Raph’s ‘birthday wish’ plans for that day first - another family tradition, the birthday boy (or girl, in April’s case) gets to decide what they all did as a group that day. For his Sweet 16, Raph had decided on some sparring with Frankenfoot, go-karting at Albeartoland, a small shopping spree at Teddy Bear Town (gotta spend that bday money somehow) and capping off the night with a three-hour wrestling special that was premiering on TV (after presents and cake, of course).

His bros approved of all these ideas, and after texting the schedule to April and CJ, they gave her approval too.

Afterwards, the brothers moved on onto talking about past birthdays, followed by Leo, Mikey and Donnie all talking about the plans that they had for their upcoming birthdays. But as fun as this conversation was, Raph couldn’t help but notice his father growing quieter the longer it went on.

Eventually, his brothers excused themselves to both grab their own breakfasts and give Raph some space to get ready for the day. (The guy didn’t even have his bandana on yet! How embarrassing - or at least it would’ve been if there was anyone but family there). The only one who stayed was his pop, sitting there as content as ever with a soft, slightly bittersweet smile on his face.

“...Everything alright, Pops?” Raph finally asked, once he had polished off his waffles.

“Hm? Oh yes yes, I’m fine... So, how are you feeling, my son?” Splinter asked, “Sixteen is a pretty big milestone, after all.”

“Heh, I’m good. ...Honestly, it doesn’t feel all that different from fifteen” Raph replied. Thinking about it, he added, “Maybe ‘cause a bunch of stuff has already happened in the past year?” He was now officially a year older, yeah, but it felt like he had already done plenty of changing and growing before then.

Who would’ve thought that he would be given mystic weapons (and later mystic powers), learn about his dad’s past, take down several city-ending threats, meet the spirits of his family, and become a hero alongside his family and friends all before his next birthday? That whole situation was... pretty crazy to think about. Amazing, yeah, but definitely still crazy. In that sense, maybe a more normal and lowkey birthday was just what he needed.

Raph was brought back to the present when he felt his father patting his shell. “Yes, you make a fair point... Still, this birthday is just as much an accomplishment as anything else, and certainly worth celebrating properly.”

The old rat sighed a bit, closing his eyes for just a moment. “You boys are growing up so fast... Before I know it, you will be all grown up. You and your brothers...”

“Aw, come on, Dad...” Setting his plate to the side, Raph pulled Splinter in for a one-armed hug. “We’re always gonna need ya, no matter how old or grown up we get.”

“Heh, I know...” But it was still admittedly nice to hear. “Still, you cannot blame me for being a bit... well, a bit shell-shocked as it were whenever I think about how far you have come, Red. I remember when you were all small enough for me to hold in my arms, and now-”

Splinter stopped, his eyes widening as if he realized (or maybe remembered) something - something apparently funny enough to make him laugh. “Did I tell you- ah, no, I wouldn’t have... Well, no time than the present. Want to know something about the day you were born?”

Raph’s eyes widened at the suggestion, more than a little surprised at his dad’s sudden openness about that day, which Splinter supposed he should have expected, considering previous reactions to anything (or anyone) relating to it.

“I know I do not always-” or ever- “talk about the day I was mutated, but it was not a completely bad day.” He smirked. “I got you boys that day, didn’t I? Heh, you were all so tiny and cute! And you-” Splinter laughed again, and while he was still a bit surprised, now Raph was curious about what was so funny, and how did it involve him?

“Okay, so- this was before your boys were- yourselves. Back when you were norm- ah, average turtles. I was picking you all up, looking at how cute you all were and, well, at one point I decided to give you a kiss on your little head - and you know what you did in return? You bit me!”

“Pffft-!” Raph brought a hand to his mouth, hiding his laughs. “I did not!”

“Oh yes you did!” Splinter shot back, grinning now, “Bit me right on the lip! And I am pretty sure I still have the scar to prove it, somewhere under all this fur. Oh, I was so mad! Heh, but only for a few seconds. It is cruel to be mad at a baby, after all...”

His expression softened a bit as he thought about what happened next. Although Splinter was sure that he would always have mixed feelings about what happened that day and the transformation he received, he would always see the creation of his sons as a blessing that he would always be grateful for.

“Once you were all yourselves, I did all I could to get you boys to safety. And when I held you and your brothers in my arms and saw you all looking up at me... I knew that I would never be able to let you go.”

Even before he began calling them his sons, even when he still only saw them as ‘innocent creatures’ and had no idea what they would eventually become, they were still his. And they always would be.

“You have all grown so much that day... And I am not just talking about size, although you especially have certainly gotten bigger.” Splinter looked up and smiled at his eldest. “You are strong, and brave, and so kind... You are more of an honorable man at sixteen than I ever was, and I am so, SO very proud of you, Raphael.”

By this point, Raph’s tears were already beginning to fall, but the snapper could hardly care about that. He just brought his rat dad in for another hug - one that Splinter happily returned. When he eventually felt his son’s grip begin to loosen, Splinter moved to stand on his tip-toes and moved his tail towards his son’s head.

Understanding what he was getting at, Raph lowered his head, allowing Splinter’s tail to lift up the silly tiara as his dad planted a kiss right on the center of his head. “Heh... Happy birthday, my son.”

Wiping his eyes, Raph nodded back. “Thanks, Pops.”

“Oh please, thank YOU for not biting me again.”

The two shared another laugh, staying beside each other a bit longer. When Splinter did finally decide to leave, he made sure to grab his son’s plate to take back to the kitchen. “Try not to come home too late, I’ll be sure to have supper waiting for you all when you get back. But make sure to enjoy yourself today too, okay?”

Raph chuckled, nodding again. “I will,” he promised - easy enough to do, considering it already felt like a great day. Splinter gave him one last smile before walking away.

As he put on his bandana and his wraps, Raph continued to smile to himself. Maybe he didn’t feel any different than he did at fifteen, and maybe in comparison the days where he escaped a Battle Nexus or fought a dark armor, a birthday wasn’t THAT big of a deal.

But maybe his dad was also right. Maybe it was still an accomplishment that he was a year older - that he was still there, still living and still right beside his family, even after a less-than-normal ‘birth’ and everything that came after.

Maybe that really was worth celebrating, especially when that celebrating was done with the people that actually made his life worth living.

Speaking of which- “Hey, Raph! You still in there?” “Come on! We’ve already got the dojo set up, and we’re pretty sure Buddy’s just gonna start punchin’ stuff if you don’t get in here!”

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming - and you guys better be ready!” Raph shouted back, grinning.

With his wraps, belts and bandana all now on, he grabbed his sai, spinning them a few times before sliding them into their holsters. Once that was done, he happily raced out of his room and ran towards the dojo, more than ready to seize the day - seize his birthday - for all it was worth.

THE END

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dorki-c · 4 years ago

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Fuck him up (if he hurts you)

Characters: Dabi, Fem.(Reader), Toga, Mr. Compress, Giran

Relationship: Dabi and (Reader)

A/N: Hey! I’m finally done with this one! Whoop! Whoop! It took a little while but I’m glad its done because to be honest...I really enjoyed writing this, but, I have other things that require my attention. Also! Happy belated bday Dabi!

As always, PLEASE REBLOG AND LIKE! (ALSO COME JOIN MY VALENTINES EVENT, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS CLICK HERE!)

TW: Threatening, Swearing and Cheating

Does anybody know the stages of getting over your cheating significant other?

It all starts out with denial- how bittersweet that filthy fucking word is-, although it doesn’t last long, when once you managed to eat at least five tubs of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream whilst watching the last show of some shitty soap opera, the next stage comes to bite your ass, anger- also known as throwing or burning your exe’s belongings that they left; however, I prefer burning it (they won’t be able to sell it if they come back).

Once those first two (rather tough) stages fly pass, this third one was like hitting the jackpot for me, but probably not for you, as the mental gamble caused lots of sexually frustrated people to bargain- to play the dice, you shall, but even gamblers don’t use the ‘third time is the charm’ as its utter bullshit- and then--!

OH GOD, HERE COMES FIVE MORE TUBS OF BEN & JERRY’S ICECREAM! THIS ONE IS A REAL KICKER! SOMEBODY HELP ME! THE LIVING ROOM IS FUCKING FLOODING WITH DEPRESSION- Yup, that was you five tubs of ice cream ago, maybe some chocolate might help…

At last, when the cleaning crew arrived, and you managed to accept- with the sunshine glowing down on your skin after four long stages of shit- with the fresh thought of buying a couple dresses that you saw on sale from that one adorable itty bitty corner shop.

But I’m not like that.

And here’s why in (you guessed it) 5 stages.

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1. Discovery.

Rolling their shoulders backwards, a blanket fell backwards as a tall silhouette ghosted from the bedroom door that they left open.

When the bathroom light blinked to life, (y/n) faintly heard the screeching of the door shut on itself. Though, she knew her beloved boyfriend had to go to ‘work’, what she didn’t know was who made his phone ping at 7:15 in the morning.

Scooting over to the opposite side of the bed, blankets stuck to sweat-ridden skin as they coiled around her legs similarly to a snake and ensnared them to stay stuck and stationary. The plush pillows tried to lull her back to sleep. However, (y/n) wasn’t having any of it.

Reaching out to grab Dabi’s phone- even if he didn’t give you permission- the time was as you predicted, though the contents of his notifications bleeping up was something you didn’t predict. The background of his lock screen was something to behold as it was a picture of your concentrated form doodling in a sketchbook whilst a pale white cup stood beside two fresh slices of cake.

Shakily revealing the messaging app, there was around four or five unknown contacts, all listed under the people’s numbers.

Though one of them caught your eye.

Opening the chatroom, your free hand clutched the blankets.

Dabi is going to regret making you break the way you did that morning.

(He has no choice in doing so.)

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2. Kicking the asshole out.

“Toga…? C-can you come over, please.”

The TV presented the small-town news that had little to no intervention though that didn’t mould the female into a wish less mess where a gentle hand went to work and smooth out ensnared knots. “Are you okay now, (y/n)-chan?” You never heard Toga murmur before, but that’s the perks of being alive now.

(Y/n) released the trembling bubble of air out of her lungs and into the atmosphere, readying herself for that front door to open. Shaking your head to respond to Toga’s question, a small huff was released out of the other female’s chest.

The blonde female knew why you still weren’t okay.

Whoever walks through that door will have a profound effect on whatever will happen to (y/n).

However, with the slight nudge of her friend’s hand pinching the side of her sensitive waist, a yelp was released in surprise whereas the blonde villain giggled at the reaction. “Your so easy to scare, (y/n)-chan!” Toga loved to tease you, but in this time frame it wasn’t to make you feel uncomfortable but rather the opposite.

She wanted to make your thunder stricken heart rumble with rage in an unknown and bizarre way- but to also remind that you weren’t alone-, though, you had this bubbly and extra crazy best friend who brought over too many sweets for your stomach to handle alongside the annoyance that you hadn’t noticed Dabi’s strange and desolate nature.

As Toga picked up another opened bag of candy (I think they were ‘eclairs’), unwrapped the golden covering as the crinkling plastic fumbled like sparks dancing across the fingers in a tantalising rhythm. In an attempt to grab the bag, Toga was about to throw it across the room so you could get off her because, and I quote “You’re killing me with your weight!”, how lovely that compliment is for somebody who’s blood is like a glacier falling apart after a storm chipped the exterior and revealed the icy truth underneath.

And may God cover their eyes, as that chilling sharp edge at the tip of the glacier crumbles under Mother Nature’s will (so does the female when the familiar screech of the door revealing whoever is walking through reaches her ears).

Sluggishly dripping back onto the couch where at least three of the seven stocked up with fluff blankets- wrapped around drooped shoulders- had slid onto the floor, Toga made an effort to pick them up and stuff (piling) them next to the drowsy (y/n).

“I’m home, dollface!” A familiar voice hollered.

When both of the female’s heard that voice, there was no turning back to the past.

(Y/n) glanced to a duffel bag next to the couch, then glanced towards the teenager’s sinking rage as the blonde’s lips started to slip into a scowl.

A step almost turned into two, however, was held back by the puffy eyed female. “C-c-can I handle this…please?” They whimpered.

Toga really needs to gain a resistance to (y/n) cuteness when she’s sad.

Grabbing the duffel bag, two slippers shuffled (real smooth) around the couch to enter the hallway that led to the front door. Exactly where Dabi was about to take off his shoes.

“I recommend not taking your shoes off.” The pair of blue eyes looked up in confusion. “What? So, I can’t take off my own shoes in our home?” It sounded like a tease, but what if there was another meaning behind it?

Dabi, however, knew that familiar look of sharp-edges eyes where the glossy swirling of a singular emotion led to- and his teasing didn’t make the situation, he’s found himself in, any more light-hearted.

“This isn’t your home anymore,” Hissed (y/n), where (the fuck) did she get that attitude from?

“Who told you that you can throw me o—” The heavy duffel bag clutched in (y/n) clammy hands thud against Dabi’s chest, where his feet slid against the front door’s matt- his legs trembled at the impact the bag had on his chest- along with the rising cough that caught up to him after fleeing from a hero.

“Nobody—told me what to do.” Another sniff ensued, “But, I figured out the truth.” An eyebrow twitched upwards in anticipation as his hand bawled against his hip.

“Then tell me, what’s this big ass ‘truth’ you figured out?” Retorted the male with turquoise eyes watching her head droop towards the ground to hide something.

Raising it after a momentary pause, she glowered “You’re a bloody cheater, Touya.” When tears stained the red canvas again.

“Oh, so this is what it’s about…” Voice as nonchalant as shallow murky river water, “Do you even realise why I did it?” Rolling his eyes, two fingers wormed their way towards a special ring on her left hand before it hit the ground.

“I don’t want to know why.”

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3. Jealousy

It was sudden, quick, and loud how Toga came into your (lonely) apartment.

Bang went the door against the wall and crash went the multiple shoes from the shoe cabinet as they thudded against the floor.

“(Y/N)-CHAN! I HAVE GOOD NEWS!” Her shout was louder than the moans you would usually make when it was a pleasurable night with your (new) ex, however you shouldn’t dwell on past relationships.

Only moving your eyes slightly from the book gripped tightly in your hands, Toga sauntered over holding a suspiciously large bag, this only led one ping-pong ball bouncing back to another ping-pong ball within the crevasses of your mind.

Placing a ripped piece of paper in the book, it snapped shut, “Who did you kill?” questioned (y/n)- knowing that when Toga finds something, she will resort to violence, no matter the cost-, however the sweet smile presented as a defence for whatever action she committed was enough dull your concern.

“Not telling ya!” Then getting a knife out- wait, where did that even come from-, Toga stabbed into the black plastic bag and tore it open with many- I mean tons- of clothes sliding out of the bag and becoming a miniature avalanche in the small space that is your living room.

“…H-how?” Sputtered (y/n), Toga replied: “Big sis’ Mags let us borrow some of her clothes!”

(Y/n) can only imagine how Toga managed to convince Magne to let her borrow some clothes off her, and by clothes, (y/n) could only assume its short skirts and dresses.

“But!” Added Toga, “we have to wait for Mr.C to pop up!”

Great, even Mr. Compress knows about your breakup with Dabi.

“Fine.”

Sitting pretty on a kitchen chair, a small brush lightly dabbed a small hint of colour against the rooftop of your eyes. “Why are we doing this, again?” Murmured the relaxed female as a small dress laid boringly over the torso where it edged closely to showing the backside of her thighs.

Chuckling in response to her inquisitive comment, the villain grabbed liquid eyeliner, although it was smacked out of his hand and replaced with pencil eyeliner matched with a scowl from his subject.

“Liquid eyeliner is cursed, don’t get that shit near me.”

“My, my, even somebody as classy as I wouldn’t offensively smack such an object—”

Oh boy, here we go again.

“Shush, I could easily get Big Sis Magne to beat your ass if you use that tone with me, sir.”— “Oh heavens no! I think Magne would pick my side out of the two of us!”— “Oh really now?”— “I believe—”

Another door slammed open and in stormed Toga in a confident catwalk down the hallway just to profoundly exclaim; “NOPE! SHE’LL CHOOSE ME AS THE CHOSEN ONE!”

Cue the laughter.

Before the sun was ready to roll itself out of the closet, the patchwork villain made his way under the thick cover of darkness to a certain broker’s office.

Pushing it open to let the light of the office room scream in his eyes before he even had the chance to speak, the older male that greeted him, offered him a seat.

“Hey Dabi, what brings you here to my humble abode?” Giran spoke out as the glistening cup of coffee placed in front of the wanderer reflected the light into its murky brown ripples. “I need you to trace this number to its origin, and quick.” Anxiously sliding his phone to showcase your number, the broker twitched his brow upwards.

“First and foremost, where’s the cash?” A thick wad of yen slammed against the table.

“Happy now?”— “Very much so!” Scowling at Giran’s happy chirp, the broker worked his magic on the burner phone to effectively trace the number back to your location, where Dabi soon enough made his way towards the destination you were at.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this…

Nor why he still keeps the ring…

However, he knows what he’s going to say next.

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4. Anger

Simmering and low crackles of something in the kitchen of your apartment awoke the female from her drunken slumber.

What was being made and why does it smell so familiar? The waft of the meal being created swarmed the first stimulant within the hungover mind of yours truly as the wavering warmth rustled around your legs in an unspoken persuasive whisper to stay in bed.

However, curiosity killed the cat and also brought it back.

Two feet tapped the floor in alerted silence.

Tiptoeing across the room, a hand clenched the side of the doorway when two eyes surfed the surroundings outside of her den.

The sizzling stopped, with a small snap of fire going out.

At the same time this happened, it was then when she figured out who was in her kitchen: Him.

Him, with his tall stance that could make for a ladder to climb on or him with his broad shoulders that look like they were bricks squished underneath his skin, where his paired raven hair familiarly spiked up.

“What are you doing here?” If it wasn’t for the delicious food he was making, then you would’ve killed him on sight. A lacklustre glance at the female, he uses one of her spatulas to move the bacon from the frying pan onto a plate with plump golden coloured scrambled eggs.

“You were drunk, I brought you home, and am now making your hangover breakfast.” Placing the plate next to your arm resting against the counter, with another glance in your direction, Dabi made a finishing blow in the words of: “Since you can’t cook for shit.”

Oh boy, he knows you too well to expect your immediate reaction: anger.

From the built-up rage that started to stack up from days of unrest (and being bloated because of the several tubs of Bens & Jerry’s ice cream), it all started to splutter out of control.

“Oh-- So now your fucking attacking me after the shit you put me through?”

“Why should you know?” (Y/n) turned sour at his comment, “’Why’ I should know?!”

From the nearest counter, there was an empty glass. You took advantage of the potential weapon held it up ready for it to slam against the ground.

“(Y/n) -- put the glass down.” Warned the patchwork male.

With the tips of her ears feeling ever so hot, it felt like the pressure escalating within her ears caused only for her protests to be heard even through the pause of silence.

“(Y/n).” A small twitch of one of his feet made (y/n) flinch backwards. “Com’ on, I know you don’t want to hurt me.” He took another step toward, her grip tightened on the glass cup.

“Do you even know why I’m here?”

“No,” Moving her hand higher, Dabi took another step forward, (Y/n) took another step back, “And I don’t want to kno—” Blubbering a bit of salvia as the female attempted to speak, though it was incoherently heard through squished cheeks.

“Listen, for fucks sake,” Electric blue eyes pierced into your soul like a spear, it’s quite hilarious: You once loved those blue eyes of his, you once worshipped the feeling of his eyes raking down your nude body before- as they took in the sight of pleasure squirming and tightening underneath those diligently flexible fingers-, but those days are over.

He can worship your goddamn forgiveness if he’s going to restrain you like this.

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5. Forgiveness

“That’s what happened.”

Two legs of your own were crossed over each other like two birds of a feather.

“Are you being honest with me?”

His hand tapped the table as he sat across from you.

“Yes, I’m being honest.”

Breathing inwards and releasing a slow, practiced breath. She glanced at the male’s awaiting expression.

“Okay…”

Biting his ruined lip, the raven-haired male let out a breath of relief.

“Will you forgive me?”

She wishes she could.

“I’m not so sure yet…”

Dabi looked to the side to see (y/n) with both of his eyes.

“But, I’ll give you one last try.”

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nahoyaglock · 4 years ago

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📃 AS I AM CHAPTER 3 — Discovery

SUMMARY — You knew Kageyama Tobio since you both were in diapers, being close family 'friends'. You always wanted to befriend the quiet kid but no matter your efforts, he would never crack. When you transfer schools and meet Kageyama again, what will happen to your relationship?

PAIRING — family friend!kageyama x y/n

GENRE — fluff/crack/angst

WARNINGS — kags being a bigger meanie

WORD COUNT — 2.6k

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It has been about more than two weeks since your first day at Karasuno, already creating good bonds with Hinata, Nishinoya, Yamaguchi, and even Tsukishima. You were pretty close to all of them, spending alot of time together at lunch or after school, and even during the weekend. They wanted you to feel welcome, after all, you even had a little text group chat.

(Sent October 10th at 11:15 am)

Y/N: [Good morning yall, and happy birthday noya!]

Shoyo: [HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOYA!]

Tadashi: [goodmorning and happy bday!]

Tsukki: [morning, happy birthday]

Noya: [GOOD MORNING, AND THANKS GUYS!]

You smiled down at your phone before shutting it off. Since it was Noyas birthday, your mom let him and your friends come over, it also being a Saturday. You planned to have a sleepover with your new friends, Kageyama, and Tanaka of course. You had finished cleaning your living room, and despite it being small, it was big enough to fit a bunch of enthusiastic dorks, and Tsukishima.

You had begun cooking lunch, making sandwiches for you and Hinata, who was already on his way to your house. "Good morning honey," your mom spoke softly, rubbing her eyes as she walked past you to the coffee maker. "Good morning mom, Hinatas on his way here already," you smile and finish the sandwiches, putting them on a plate and walking to the living room.

"Okay, I have work today so ill be out for a little bit, tell Nishinoya I said happy birthday and Kageyama I said hello," she chuckled as she started the machine. You nodded and heard the doorbell ring, causing you to sit up and smile in excitement, placing the play down on the couch. "Thats Shoyo!"

You hop to the front door and immediately unlock the door, greeting the orange haired male with a smile that was matching his. "Hey y/n!" He greets and you let him in, closing the door behind himself. "Hi Shoyo, I made lunch," you say and lead him to the living room. "Wow, your house is really cute," he giggles and sets his bags and blanket in the corner next to the couch.

"Im glad you think so, I think Tanaka is arriving next, but i could be wrong," you say and plot down on the couch, hinata following your movements. "When is Kageyama coming?" He asks and rests his head on your shoulder, head tilted so he can look at you, but you just shrug. "He hasn't answered me since I sent him the invite yesterday," you say before handing him the plate and taking your sandwich.

"What? He answered me this morning," Hinata said and pulled his phone out of his pocket, going to his text messages with Kageyama. "Yeah, he texted me this morning, asked if i was coming to the sleepover," he said and you sae him typing on his screen. You felt hurt, Kageyama always answered you, whether it was one word, or even one letter, he always answered.

"Ah, he might've forgotten, i wont hold it against him," you smiled and decided to shake it off, it was Noyas birthday and you were ready to have fun. You and Hinata watched a bit of Netflix and ate a bit more than just the sandwhiches you made. It had been about more than an hour since the next person appeared, hearing the doorbell ring as you were in the middle of showing Hinata baby pictures of you and Kageyama.

"Ah, I bet its Tsukishima and Tadashi! Or just Tadashi!" Hinata shouts, jumping up, you following after him with a big goofy smile on your face as you both run to the door. "Its definitely Tanaka! Im calling it!" You laugh, barely able to keep up with the small male as he opens the door. As you looked at the male at the door, you and Hinata both shouted at the same time.

"Tadashi!"

"Tanaka!"

"K-kageyama?" You questioned and Hinata sighed, walking back to your room, sulking. "Its just Kageyama," he complaimed and Kageyama glared at him. "Whats that supposed to mean dumbass!" You let him in and close the door behind him as he kicks off his shoes. "Kags, you didnt bring any bags? Like, more than one?" You ask and walk to your room, seeing him hesitate to say respond.

"I'm not staying over. I just wanted to wish Nishinoya a happy birthday, i thought more people would be here by now," he nonchalantly responds, almost irritating you. "Well, you could've answered my text with a yes or no, or tell me that," you say and turn to face him, kicking his ankle softly. "Sorry," he muttered.

You entered your room with Kageyama and saw Hinata checking out your wall of pictures, filled with pictures of you and kageyama as children, you and your mom, and your friends from Nekoma. "Hey, is that Kenma?" He asked, turning his head to look at you and Kageyama with a curious face.

"Oh, yeah it is," you answer and walk over to the spot next to hinata. "Ah, Inuoka! Lev!" He exclaims with a excited expression, carefully scanning the pictures. "Is this the Nekoma volleyball club?" He asked, looking up at you with admiration as you confirm that it is.

"Thats so cool! You know Kuroo?!" He said, looking at another photo, one dear to your heart. It was the last time you saw them, you had a sleepover at Kuroos house, all the boys attending. You were wrapped in Kuroo and Inuokas arms, the 2nd years sitting on the couch in the back with the rest of the members asleep, or running around.

"Yeah, he acts like my brother sometimes. This was from our last sleepover before i came here," you state and he puts it back in his place when he hears the doorbell. "Okay, this time its DEFINITELY Tanaka!" You slap Hinatas arm and you two, once again, race to the front door. "Its gotta be Tadashi!" He once again opens the door to be met with Tanaka, causing you to shout in glory, hinata groaning.

"Uh, hello to you too," he laughs and steps over Hinata who dramatically fell to his knees. "Sorry, we were betting on who would arrive next," you laughed as he put his stuff next to Hinatas and saw Kageyama come out of your room. "Hey Tanaka," he greeted and you all sat on the couch, continuing the movie you and Hinata had started. After about 30 minutes more, there was a knock on the door.

"Thats definently Tsukishima," You say and Hinata nods as you stand up to open the door, greeting the tall blonde, noticing Tadashi and Noya behind him. "Hey Tsukki, Tadashi, and happy birthday Noya!" You greet, patting Tsukishimas arm and hugging the last two. "Everyones here, so lets get started, hmm?"

As everyone gets their stuff situated, you head to your room to get your phone and order some take out and remind your mom to get a cake before heading back out to your friends. "Noya, you ca– Noya?" You giggled softly, seeing him wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket, and he smiles. "Yes?"

"Ah, I was gonna say you can choose a movie, unless you wanna do anything else before the food arrives," you bounce before taking a seat between Tsukishima and Hinata. "Movie please, i dont want to even know what hes thinking right now," Tsukishima said, his expression was serious. You elbow him with a chuckle that follows, "its his birthday, cut him some slack."

You all decided to play a few games with an old movie playing as background noise. Truth or dare, would you rather, never have I ever, and some board games, Tsukishima winning monopoly. He was currently boasting to Kageyama with a smug look on his face as the doorbell rang.

"Food!" You shouted and jumped up to answer the door, quickly paying for the food and closing the door before bringing it to the small coffee table in your living room. "Also my mom should be home in a few minutes so call down with all the cursing Tanaka," you laughed and opened the food boxes before grabbing some plates and utensils for them to serve themselves.

You guys ate and finally put on a movie, moving the coffee table to you, Noya, Tanaka, Tadashi, and Hinata could all huddle up on the floor infront of the tv, leaving Tsukishima and Kageyama on the couch. "Hey, im home honey. Hi boys," your mom called, a big bag in hands as she slipped off her shoes. "Hi y/ns mom!" Noya called and she brought the cake over to you.

"Happy birthday Noya, and hello Kageyama, its been a while since ive seen you, you're so big," your mom patted his shoulder and he nodded. "Hello Mrs. y/l/n," he spoke politely as Tsukishima quietly laughed at him. "Behave okay? Im heading to bed. Oh, and Kageyama, your mother invited us over tomorrow so i can take you home tomorrow, " she flashed a warm smile and your face lit up as you sat up from the cuddle pile.

"I haven't been to your house in years," you exclaim and placed a hand on Kageyamas knee, giggling. He shifted a bit, causing your hand to fall and he hummed, "because Tokyo is far." You roll your eyes and lay down back between Nishinoya and Hinata. "And im not sleeping over, my moms coming in 10 minutes to pick me up."

"Ah, well either way, ill see you tomorrow Tobio," your mom waved and left to her room. It was silent as you guys kept your eyes glued to the screen. Eventually Kageyama left, so Tsukishima joined the cuddle pile until you guys got tired. Hinata and Tadashi took the couch, Tanaka and Nishinoya draped over each other near the couch, Tsukishima laying next to you on the blanket that covered the itchy carpet.

You sat up, on your phone after your friends from Nekoma decided to blow up your phone.

"You still awake?" You jumped at the voice, thinking everyone was asleep, and you turned to the voice to see the salty blonde slipping on his glasses. "Yeah, my friends texted me," you whispered before turning off your phone, the room being engulfed by darkness and you took your spot next to Tsukishima. "So you and Kageyama?" He propped his head up on his hand as he looked at you.

"Yeah, he's weird. He hasn't been talking to me that much the past few weeks." You rest your head on the pillow and pull the blanket up over you. Tsukishima hums lightly before fixing his pillow, "is he always like this? He doesnt seem that way around the team."

"I guess? Hes always been dry and stand offish since we were children, but to other people he was different." You felt tired, and Tsukishima could sense it. "Rest, worry your head tomorrow." He pats your head before taking his glasses back off and lays down, you smile. "Thanks Tsukki."

"Dont call me that."

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Once it became morning, Tanaka and Nishinoya were the firsts to leave, followed by Tadashi. You had just come out of the shower, finding Hinata folding his blankets and cleaning up the living room, and Tsukishima talking to your mom in the kitchen as he helped wash dishes. "Good morning mom," you yawned and grabbed a key from one of the drawers. "Im gonna stop by the store, wanna come with Tsukki? Hinata?"

Tsukishima looked at your mom and she nodded, telling him it was okay and that she'd finish the dishes on her own. You left the house with the two males, taking the short walk to the store. "You're going to Kageyamas right?" Hinata asked, bouncing to keep warm in the cold air. You nod and swing the keys around your finger, "yeah, in a few hours, oh! Let me text him."

(Sent October 11th at 1:17 pm)

Y/N: [Morning Tobio!]

[I'll see you in a few hours!]

As you waited for his answer, Tsukishima spoke up. "Not to.. seem like im putting you on the spot but.. doesn't he ignore you?" He kept his hands in his pockets and his gaze forward and Hinata gasped, "Tsukki that sounds mean!" He smacked his arm, causing the taller to look down at him. "I'm just saying that its not the best way to treat someone," he rolls his eyes and Hinata scoffs. "As if you can talk."

You sigh and laugh, placing a hand on both the males arms, "calm down you two, geez." They relax in your touch and Tsukishima continues. "Seriously tho, he could be just, y'know.. being a bitch," he he spoke, putting an emphasis on bitch. "Or he could be hiding something!" Hinata gasps and you laugh at them. "Yeah yeah, but its whatever really, this is how ive always seen Tobio, it'd be weird if he was any different. Though id like it alot if he DID be a little less dry."

You remembered the talk you and Tsukishkma had before, he always brought up Kageyama and your relationship with him. Soon you started to think the same was he did. Was Kageyama really just being mean? Isnt that just how he always is? Why does he act different around others? Was it you, or was it him?

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You kicked off your shoes as you stepped into the warm house with a bright smile, "hello Mrs. Kageyama!" You greeted as she pulled you into a hug. "Hello y/n, my you've grown! Tobio is in his room, can you take him his plate? This one is your" She said and handed you two plates. You smiled and nodded your head like a gibby child and she patted your back as you made youe way to Kageyamas room. You kicked on the door because your arms were occupied.

You heard a bed creak and a few seconds after, the door opened and was almost closed back in your face if it weren't for him catching a glimpse at the plates. "Come in," he mumbled and let you in. You walked over to his bed and put his plate down on his bed and sat on the end as he closed the door. "Wow, your room has changed alot," you smile and look around the room at his posters and pictures on the walls.

"Mhm," he plopped back down on his bed and went on his phone. You noticed this and furrowed your brows, taking a bite of your food. "You know, for someone on their phone alot, you sure do ignore my texts alot," you mainly joked, but you guessed that he didnt catch on when his expression changed and he mumbled an apology. Was that guilt on his face?

You decided to stay silent and just scroll through social media and eat your food. After a few minutes of just silence, Kageyama finished his plate and got up to take it upstairs. "Hey Kags," you called before he left and you held your plate out to him, "can you take this for me?"

"You barely ate any thing," he said and you shook the plate a little bit, causing him to grab it, scared it would fall. "I'll bring you a meatbun," he murmured and left the room. You smiled slightly at the mention of meatbuns, and stood up to stretch your legs.

You grabbed a napkin from Kageyamas bedside dresser and wiped any food off of your mouth. He had a small trash bin in the corner of his room, so you went to throw away your napkin, looking at his posters and pictures on the wall. When you opened the bin, there was a large stack of pictures atop all of the trash.

All being pictures that had you and him in them.

#as i am*series #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio au #kageyama tobio fanfic #haikyuu fanfic #hq fanfic

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wooahaes · 3 years ago

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salmon roses

pairing: non-idol!jihoon x gn!reader

prompt: ... your fake date from here

word count: ~1.3k

warnings: n/a

daisy’s notes: written + scheduled during the bday fics.

When you asked Jihoon to pretend to be your boyfriend, he had admittedly been a little wary. He’d seen the story before: he pretended to be your boyfriend, one of you fell for the other, and things would most likely get messy from there instead of that starstruck, cheesy romance movie ending where things were mutual. He was your classmate, and truthfully did consider the two of you friends since you interacted often enough. But the moment you mentioned some guy had been harassing you to go on a date with him, he changed his tune. He grabbed your hand, called you his honey, and made a show of being affectionate to you on the way out of class just to see someone stew in anger at that.

Jihoon reasoned out that he would have done this for pretty much any of his friends if they had asked. It was one thing to fake date someone to make someone jealous or something: it was another to stop harassment. The two of you could maybe keep this up for a bit, maybe drift apart in public for a few days, then return to having that publicly friendly relationship that the two of you had always had.

But with fake dating came... other things. A month into this fake relationship, Yoshi had asked when the two of you started dating whilst in a public library, and to keep up appearances, Jihoon lied and said it’d been a more recent thing. Hyunsuk had nodded along, said he was happy for him, and that the two of you always seemed to get along and he’d been suspecting something for a while. That had been news to him, and the additional agreement from the rest of the study circle had left Jihoon speechless. Junkyu’s teasing about how he was going to sweep you off your feet just to get Jihoon to do something had left him even more confused.

“Who asked who out?” Hyunsuk asked, his books slightly shoved away as he fully took interest in Jihoon’s love life. Maybe it was just Jihoon’s turn for playful teasing.

“I bet it was them,” Junkyu said, beaming from his seat beside Jihoon. “He always made this face when he saw them--” He vaguely gestured toward his face, imitating some lovestruck expression that Jihoon was frankly convinced he’d seen in movies and dramas more than on his own face, “--and I asked him when he was going to ask them out. Then he’d always tell me to leave him alone--”

Jihoon swatted the air toward him. “It’s not like that--”

“So it was them?” Junkyu looked enthused. “How’d they ask you out? With a letter? Did they stage it like in that one drama where--”

Jihoon had put an end to that conversation with a complaint about needing to get his work done, managing to get everyone back on topic. He parted ways with Yoshi and Junkyu later, Hyunsuk walking side by side with him.

“I’m glad you two finally figured it out,” he had said, gripping the straps of his bag. “I hope you two are happy together.”

Jihoon had nodded along and vaguely thanked him for his support on the way back to their shared apartment. The moment he could sit down in his own room, put in his earbuds, and go back to working on something else, he was able to think. Did he like you like that? He thought he had always seen you as a friend. Sure, you were cute, and he had the stray thought of wanting to hold your hand every now and again. But that was normal, right? It wasn’t as if you were always on his mind, day in and out. He wasn’t in love with you, right? The whole fake dating things had shook things up, sure, but that was understandable. He was your fake boyfriend. He was just doing what a fake boyfriend should do: thinking of you often, texting you when he could, bringing you little things that made you happy...

Jihoon nearly smacked himself. He fell for you, or maybe he fell for you forever ago and was finally realizing it. He opened a new tab, typing in a new search: How to tell someone you like them for real.

Flowers. It had worked for some of his friends, maybe it’d work for you. He looked up the nearest flower shop, and called out to Hyunsuk that he’d be back later that night. Hyunsuk had teased him about not staying out too late with you. Jihoon had let the comment roll off his back like water, booking it to a florist and looking through his options. The shop attendant had been nice enough with helping him put together a small bundle of pink-y orange-y roses that Jihoon thought would be perfect for you. As he waited at the bus stop to take the short ride over to your place, he texted you to make sure you were home.

Thankfully, you were. He couldn’t imagine the embarrassment if he showed up there while you weren’t there.

He rehearsed what he was going to say to you over and over on the way over. Uncertainty swelled in his stomach as he made his way down the street after getting off, up the stairs and to your apartment door. When you finally answered, he found himself at a loss for words.

“Jihoon?”

He thrust the flowers out toward you. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

A look of hurt reached your eyes, and you looked down at the flowers before looking at his face again. “What are you--”

“I don’t want this to be fake anymore,” he said. “If you want me to go, I can go. But I like you, and I want to be your real boyfriend.”

He watched you shift your weight from leg to leg, uncertain on how to answer, and that bravado he held for a moment began to dissipate. Maybe this was stupid. Maybe he should have said it without the flowers, or with something else that he knew you liked. Before he could back off, apology on his lips, you reached out, warm hands enveloping his own.

“I’d like that,” you said instead. “Sorry. I just thought I was dreaming for a moment,” you nervously laughed.

He smiled at you. “Does that mean you dream of me?” When you laughed, he pressed the flowers into your hands. “I have an essay I need to finish, but... Can I...?”

When you nodded, he leaned forward to press a kiss onto your forehead. He was about to back off, to tell you that he’d take you out for a real date this weekend if you were free, only to get yanked back by the front of his shirt. You kissed him hard, flowers squished between the two of you, and he felt you smile when he kissed back. When you leaned away, you had this pretty glimmer in your eyes that made his heart skip a beat.

“I’m free all day on Saturday, by the way,” you took a step back. “Just let me know a good time and I’ll figure everything out.”

When you shut your door, Jihoon finally let out an amused sigh. Now he remembered why he liked you so much. Despite his confidence, you could take his breath away and make him feel like a fool in the best way. But he was happy to be a fool if it meant he could be your fool.

#wooahaes.fic #treasure imagine #treasure x reader #treasure x you #treasure fics #treasure fluff #park jihoon x reader #park jihoon x you #jihoon x reader #jihoon x you #also just know im p sure i'll always tag my wz stuff as him and not by his name

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ravenarld · 4 years ago

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A Lonely Birthday Part 2 (School AU)

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Pairing: Zero x Alice/Reader

Genre: SFW

Summary: "Zero...thank you for giving me a reason to celebrate my birthday again."

A/N: I wrote this on bday on May, I just changed the names cuz this fits Zero. This story is based on how I felt on bday a few months ago. also Tumblr didn't let me post long text so i was forced to divide this story into 2.😪

Part 1

AO3

"Firstly, if I apologize to you for having this kind of life, then it will only make you mad at me since you might think I pity you which I don't," he started off. Good because the last thing I need is someone pitying me, "I want to tell you something that someone might not have never told you before. And that is that I am proud of you." he said, warmly smiling at me.

I stared at him, puzzled. Proud?

"I am proud of you for being strong despite all the pain and hardships that you went through. I am proud that you didn't give in to the darkness but continued walking on the straight path. Also thank you. Despite that we don't know each other very well, thank you for entrusting me in telling me. It takes a strong person to do something like that."

Then he gently grabbed my hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb as an action of comfort...something that I was longing for so long.

We stared at each other. This man right here was finally someone that I was waiting for so long…

"You're a strong woman, Alice...and I'm proud of you because of that…"

After the emotional moment we had (and I went to the washroom to fix my messy face from embarrassingly crying in public), the food that he ordered arrived just in time. Zero is such an attentive person. He must have observed what I ordered for the past five years for him to correctly buy the exact same food.

The feelings that I was feeling at the moment were overwhelming but for the first time in my life, I was happy.

By the end of the dinner, Zero brought out the box.

That’s that box that I saw on his desk earlier. He shyly gave it to me.

"Here, I worked really hard on what to give to you as this is my first time giving someone a gift."

I chuckled and opened the box, gasping as I saw what was inside. I gently grabbed it as I was afraid to break it because it was very beautiful to be said in words.

"Do you like it?" he asked, rubbing his nape, embarrassed.

"Like it? I love it very much!" I cheerfully said, giving him my best grin.

"Figures since I see your desk almost filled with it." He teased me. Oh, Zero…the longer I spend time with you, the more I find more interesting sides about you.

"Hey! Snow globes are beautiful and enchanting." I playfully glared at him for mocking me.

I love snow globes but this one on my hands was a cherry blossom one. It was so beautiful that I couldn't really explain how magical it was.

"Why cherry blossoms though?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know if you know but you're not the only one whose colleagues think who looks cold. But unlike me, you're oblivious of how the people in our office think of you." Now that he said it, I do see our colleagues whisper such things about me, but I was too focused on my work to even care.

"Still, that doesn't explain the cherry blossoms."

"I chose it because that is how I want to see you right now and from now on, smiling lovely like the cherry blossoms, and I'm glad to make it happen."

I blushed furiously. Oh man...I don't know if I can get used to him being like this. He was a sweet talker when he was comfortable.

But it made me happy that the both of us, two people who only show others our mask, were able to finally take off that mask to each other. This crystal globe wasn't only the gift that I have received from him, but I received his friendship.

Buy me Coffee

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev zero #ikerev fanfic #ikemen revolution fanfic

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lifeisntafantasy · 5 years ago

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I wrote a Drarry fanfic for @e-of-west-glendia 's bday! Happy birthday! Also,,, this takes place after the war, but none of the good people died (like Remus and Tonks and Fred and Sirius, even tho ik Sirius died before the battle of Hogwarts, he's still alive)

I hope you like it!! I think it's crap, but I tried. Again, happy birthday, Eva!

"Potter! Hurry up!"

Draco smiled as he heard his husband shout his way.

"I'm going as fast as I can, Malfoy!" Draco said in response.

"Well go faster! We're going to be late for the the party! Hermione won't be happy!" Harry ushered as he walked into the room. He quickly stopped as he stared at his husband. "Damn . . . You're . . ." Harry trailed off.

"Well? I'm what?" Draco asked still looking in the mirror, seemingly impatient, but actually nervous for the response.

He had decided to wear some ripped, tight fitting, black jeans, black combat boots, an open black and white striped button up shirt, with a white t-shirt under. His hair was cut on the sides, the top being slicked back.

"You're . . . Gorgeous." Harry stated, walking towards Draco.

The latter blushed lightly as he turned to face his significant other. Draco quickly looked his husband up and down before responding.

"You don't look so bad yourself," He smirked.

That wasn't even half of it. Harry looked absolutely breathtaking.

He wore some maroon converse, dark grey skinny jeans with rips only at the knees, a blue denim jacket with a hood, and a black shirt underneath. His hair was, as always, messy, but that only added to the look. His emerald green eyes were framed by glasses. Not his old, circle rimmed ones, but black, square frames.

Harry chuckled as he gave Draco a quick kiss, "Thank you, dearest. Now, we have to go. Are you done?"

"Yes, yes. I'm finished. Let's go before Granger loses it. Wouldn't want her to get her wand in a twist," Draco rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly.

"You know how scary Mione can get when she's upset," Harry said quickly.

"Of course I do. But I don't think she'll be terribly upset if we're a couple minutes late."

"Well, I don't want to risk it. So let's go," Harry whined, stretching out the 'o' in go.

"You're such a child sometimes."

"Yeah, but you love me," Harry smiled cheekily.

"Of course, or else I wouldn't have married you three years ago. Now, come on." Draco put his hand out for Harry to grab.

As soon as Harry grabbed his hand, they disapparated to the Granger-Weasley residence.

Hermione was waiting out front for them, and immediately smiled as she saw them apparate and start walking towards the door.

"There you guys are!" She rushed towards them, hugging both of them quickly before pushing them towards the door. "Almost everyone is here, except Ginny and Luna. You know how they're always late to everything for whatever reason. Now go inside, I'll wait out here for them. Also, you two look lovely. Thank you for coming." Hermione spoke quickly.

The two men walked inside and saw that a lot of people were there. Just as Hermione had said, almost everyone was there.

Blaise and Neville were in the corner, chatting animatedly about something or another, Molly and Arthur Weasley were talking with Narcissa Malfoy, Fred and George were just milling about the room, joining in on every conversation they could, Pansy and Ron were chatting in the middle of the room, Bill and Fleur were talking to Charlie, Sirius and Remus were talking to Tonks.

Draco and Harry looked at each other and smiled. Everyone they loved was here, and it was amazing.

A couple people turned to look their way and waved at them. When Ron and Pansy saw Draco and Harry, they walked towards the two men.

Pansy immediately hugged Draco, talking quickly about how lovely Draco and Harry looked and how they needed to invite her over more because her life was so dreadfully boring and she was so glad they could make it and just everything she could.

Ron smiled at Harry and they gave each other a quick hug.

"I'm glad you could make it, mate. Mione was fussing about how she thought you wouldn't come, and I had to keep reassuring her that you would," Ron chuckled.

"I was rushing Draco to hurry up so we could make it on time because I didn't want to face Hermione's wrath," Harry grinned.

Ron smiled and shook his head, "Well, I'm glad you guys could make it. Mione will probably make a speech like she always does once Ginny and Luna get here."

Harry nodded, and as if hearing Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna walked through the door, and everyone looked Hermione's way, already preparing themselves for Hermione's speech.

Hermione smiled at them and spoke, "I know you're all tired of my speeches by now, so I'll try keep this short. I'm glad everyone could make it, and I'm glad to see everyone in good health. This party is to commemorate everything we all did to save the world from Voldemort's wrath all those years ago. We're glad everyone was able to make amends with each other. Thank you to everyone in the room, and I hope you all have a good time tonight."

They all clapped and smiled at each other. Everyone loved this annual party, and everyone in the room had all come to care for each other.

As the party went on, Harry and Draco drank and laughed and talked to everyone. And, as the party closed, they stayed behind to help clean up.

They knew that no matter what came in the future, they would always have their family and friends and, most importantly, each other.

#ahhh this is so bad im so sorry-#i hope you like it eva #happy birthday #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #hermione granger #ron weasley

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pain-somnia · 6 years ago

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A Tale of Two Carps

Characters: Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Fam, mentions of KakaRin, and a little SasuSaku (they babey) Rating: K+ Disclaimer Day’s Notes: Happy Bday to our fave boy! I originally plotted this out as a backup fic for @a-year-of-naruto a seasons themed general Naruto zine. I just really wanted to write some Modern AU Uchiha family fluff, so here’s some 17 year old Obito doting on his baby cousin, 3 year old Sasuke around the time of Kodomo no Hi (Children’s Day) I hope you enjoy the fic and make sure to check out my spotlight and all of the other contributors.

A Tale of Two Carps

The classroom’s curtain fluttered when the breeze rolled through the window. The students were supposed to be using their break time to prepare for their test but the coming holiday was on their mind.

“Obito,” Kakashi pulled his manga away from his face to look at his friend properly, “not that I care, but what are you doing?”

“Shit!” Distracted, Obito pricked his finger with his needle. He sucked on his index finger and then wiped it on his pants before getting back to the blue fabric on his lap.

Ignoring Kakashi, Obito returned to his work of embroidering on the fabric on his lap. The days were closing on him and he had to finish his project before the fifth of May. School really cut into the time he could have been using. Instead he had to deal with the bombardment of exams they were being given before their holiday break.

“It’s a windsock!” Their class representative and best friend, Nohara Rin, supplied after examining the nylon material. “Are you making a koinobori?”

Obito nodded his head enthusiastically, grateful that the carp was obvious in the design. He continued stitching the pattern of the scales, glad that his first attempt was coming along so well.

“Aren’t you a little old to hang a windsock?” Kakashi asked before hiding his face behind his manga again.

“It’s not for me,” Obito rolled his eyes, “it’s for my cousin! I noticed his windsock was looking a little beat up so why not make a new one?”

“This is a lot of fabric, Obito.” Rin lifted one end of the nylon attempted to stretch it out. “And you’re hand sewing all of this? How big is it?”

“About as tall as Sasuke-kun.” Obito hummed and went back to sewing sequins to the scale pattern. He hoped the sequins would catch the sunlight and shimmer as the windsock waved with the breeze.

“Oh, the younger brother, right?” Rin pulled a seat closer to him and assisted him in attaching the sequins.

“Of course,” Obito scoffed. “Why would I make one for Itachi?”

Kakashi curled himself inward, attempting to block out the lecture Rin was giving Obito about how he favored his youngest cousin too much. Sasuke had been born when they were in their third year of middle school and even now that they were high school seniors, Obito continued to spoil his baby cousin.

“I mean, how can you say no to that face,” Obito cooed every time he got called out for it. It wasn’t as if Sasuke asked for anything, but it didn’t stop Obito from showering the toddler with affection.

Most of the students were excited for Golden Week to take a break from school. Obito was looking forward for the holiday break because he could spend as much time as possible at his Uncle Fugaku’s house which meant more time around his favorite relative.

“Sasuke!” Obito squatted down so that he was at eye level with Sasuke and opened his arms wide to intercept a hug that wasn’t coming.

“Why is Obito-nii here?” Sasuke pouted, gripping tightly to the straps of his backpack. “Where’s kaa-san?”

Obito hung his head in defeat. It was always the same reaction from him whenever Obito showed up.

“I even ran all the way here,” Obito muttered at the ground.

“He’s leaving without you.” Kakashi kicked his rear to get him moving. Obito yelped and rubbed his rump. Rin giggled into her hand before coughing and turning to scold Kakashi.

“Wait, what?”

Ignoring his best friends interaction, Obito spun around to find his baby cousin walking ahead with a blonde woman and her rose gold haired child.

“Wow. He even got a little girlfriend before you,” Kakashi drawled.

“Shut up!”

Obito watched as the little girl rambled enthusiastically and waved her hand around talking to both her mother and to Sasuke. Sasuke wouldn’t speak but would nod or shake his head at certain intervals. Obito’s eyes traveled down to the joined hands of Sasuke’s friend and her mother.

I should be doing that too. Obito stood up and dusted off his pants, strengthening his resolve.

“Well, we’re off to our date. Good luck with the cousin, Obito.” Rin patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. Kakashi put his hand on Obito’s shoulder and stared at him for a moment before shaking his head.

“You could be more supportive, Kakashi,” Obito grumbled. He adjusted the strap of his messenger bag for school and the strap for tote bag he used to carry his windsock materials on his shoulder and sped up to catch up to Sasuke.

“We hold hands when walking near the street, Sasuke-kun.” Obito waved his hand cheerily in front of Sasuke, urging him to grab it.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes at his older cousin and then shook his head. Instead he reached for his friend’s hand and held onto it.

“Don’t be weird, Obito-nii.”

Obito hung his head in defeat again. He loved his little cousin, but gods was he a little shit.

“I’m sorry,” the little girl called out to Obito, misunderstanding the situation. “I only have two hands.

“You can ignore him, Sakura.”

One could only hope that Sasuke got better as he grew up.

After Obito and Sasuke split ways from Sakura and her mother who lived on a different street with more modern houses, he was finally able to take hold of Sasuke’s hand for the rest of their walk to Sasuke’s house. Obito took out his copy of the house key and unlocked the door.

“You can go now, Obito-nii.” Sasuke waved him off as he sat down at the genkan and removed his shoes.

“Oi. I’m here to babysit.”

“I’m not a baby!”

Obito sighed and slipped out of his sneakers and into the spare slippers he used whenever he visited. He could only hope that Itachi came straight home from his elementary school and helped with Sasuke. With his luck it was more likely that Itachi and Shisui would stop by the park on their way home.

“Let’s get you washed up and changed into some house clothes and I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Onigiri?” Sasuke asked hopefully, unpacking his bento box from his backpack to hand to Obito.

“Yeah, I guess that can be a snack.” Obito set the timer on the rice cooker so that the rice would be ready after Sasuke was washed up and changed into his sleepwear.

It was a struggle to get the toddler to settle down for a shower and then bath. By the time Obito was able to get Sasuke cleaned up for a bath he was completely soaked as well. He set his clothes to wash and dry in the connected laundry room and bathed as well.

“I want Roar-chan.”

“Roar-chan isn’t waterproof, Sasuke-kun.” Obito reached into the bucket of bath toys by the bath and handed Sasuke a toy tugboat.

“Where were Kaka-nii and Rin-neechan going?” Sasuke asked, dragging the toy across the surface of the water.

“Kakashi promised he would take Rin to a café last week and she’s cashing in on that today.” Obito leaned back, sinking his body further into the water.

“They were holding hands.” Sasuke dropped the toy and formed a water gun with his hand and squirt water at Obito. “I do that sometimes too.”

“Oh, yeah? With who? Sakura-chan?”

“Maybe.” Sasuke shrugged but averted his gaze. Obito laughed at the redness of his ears and Sasuke splashed water at him.

“Okay,” Obito coughed through the waves of water, “time to get out. Don’t want you to overheat.”

Obito changed into some of his uncle’s sweats and left Sasuke on his own to change into his pajamas. He insisted he was fine on his own without Obito’s help so that left Obito with making something for him to eat. He had just finished forming all of the rice balls when the front door opened.

“I’m home.”

“Itachi-niichan!”

“Hey Itachi, go wash your hands and━what the hell happened to you!?”

The eight year old stood in the gekan covered in dirt. Shisui stood right next to him, covered in even more dirt, if possible.

“Take off your shoes and socks and head straight to the bathroom,” Obito instructed them, snatching their backpacks before they could take them into the house and ruin Auntie Mikoto’s floors. “Shisui, don’t you have your own house?”

“Don’t you?”

“I’m babysitting!” Obito snapped, dusting the backpacks in the doorway.

“I’m not a baby!”

This is going to be a long afternoon, Obito groaned inwardly, picking up the discarded dirty socks and shoes.

Once Itachi and Shisui were soaking in the bathtub, Obito was able to sit Sasuke down to eat his onigiri. Sasuke wasn’t as quiet a kid as Itachi but when he sat down to eat he focused on the task in silence. Even with how quiet it was, Obito preferred it over his own home. He had been adopted by his great-uncle after his mother passed away during his first year in middle school but he was almost never home. Uncle Madara was far too busy with work and was only around for important holidays.

“I’m finished,” Sasuke announced setting his cup of barley tea down. He helped Obito clear the chabudai and then moved to the living room with a box of building blocks.

“Can we watch TV?” Shisui entered the living room, dressed in a pair of Itachi’s pajamas. Despite the two year gap between the two boys, Itachi’s clothing fit him well enough.

“Don’t you have homework?” Obito questioned him from where he was doing his own homework, a few feet away from where Sasuke was building a skyscraper.

“You’re never this strict with Sasuke,” Shisui complained.

“Sasuke-kun is three. He doesn’t get homework yet.”

“Yeah, I’m three.” Sasuke smiled smugly at Shisui.

“Only for two more months,” Shisui grumbled before turning to grab his backpack from the genkan. “Your cuteness will run out one day, twerp.”

Obito got up and set down a plate of onigiri for him and Itachi when the two of them took out their workbooks.

The scratching of pencils on paper and the sound of Sasuke babbling as he played caused a tingle to run from the back of Obito’s down his neck. It was a soothing feeling, pleasant as he flipped through his math workbook.

He could do this, just this, everyday for the rest of his life.

“I’m still hungry.”

“You have two hands don’t you, Shisui?” Obito rolled his eyes but got up anyway to see what else he could scrounge up from the contents of the fridge.

“Thank you, Obito-nii!” Shisui sang out.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Thank you so much Obi-kun.”

“It’s no problem, Auntie.” Obito sandwiched his cell phone between his ear and shoulder as he opened up his umbrella. “As long as Haruno-san calls the daycare it should be fine. I’ll see you when you get back from work.”

Obito ended the call and slipped the phone into the pocket of his hoodie. It was unusually cold but that’s how it got when it rained sometimes.

“What was that about?” Kakashi asked, shaking out his own umbrella. With Rin busy with library duties the two of them were left to head home on their own.

“My aunt’s friend had an emergency at the shop she owns with her husband, so she can’t pick up her daughter from daycare. I don’t mind babysitting her, she’s a cutie.”

“What’s up with you and toddlers?” Kakashi questioned as they made their way to the daycare. “First it was old people, now it’s babies?”

“Pre-schoolers are much better than the elderly. I might wanna be a daycare teacher.”

Kakashi walked with him until they reached the daycare and then he split ways, heading home in a different direction.

Oh my gods! Too cute.

Sasuke and Sakura were both wearing raincoats and boots. Sasuke’s coat was dinosaur themed and the green hood had blue spikes while Sakura’s was yellow and covered with ladybugs. She even had a matching umbrella that looked like a giant ladybug.

Little kids got all of the best stuff.

“Where’s my umbrella?” Sasuke demanded.

“Ah, shit.”

Sakura gasped at the curse and Obito slapped his hand over his mouth. Uncle Fugaku was always getting on his case for watching what he said in front of Sasuke during his impressionable years.

“I didn’t have time to pick it up, Sasuke-kun,” Obito explained quickly, hoping that the more words he said would cover his slip up. “We’re just going to have to share.”

Sasuke’s face scrunched up and he said, “No thanks,” before he opened up Sakura’s umbrella and held it up over their heads as best as he could.

“Little shit,” Obito muttered under his breath in disbelief. Just once it would be nice for Sasuke to be a little kinder to him.

He followed right behind them making sure they stayed a good distance away from the curb. They reached the road they needed to turn onto when the little kids continued walking straight ahead.

“Guys, we turn right left here.”

The two of them stopped and looked up at Obito. It was starting to get unsettling how Sasuke looked up at him impassively.

“We’re going to the conbini,” Sasuke explained as if it was obvious.

“Now why would we do that?” As far Obito knew Sasuke didn’t carry money on him because his aunt and uncle kept his allowance in a coin bank.

“You’re going to buy us ice cream.”

“Say what?” Obito looked from the firm stare Sasuke gave him to Sakura’s beaming smile. He turned back to Sasuke and reminded him that he didn’t even like ice cream.

“I like lemon-honey popsicles.”

“Your mom makes those,” Obito reminded him. “And she doesn’t like it when you eat junk food.”

“My mom also doesn’t like it when you use bad words.”

Was he really getting shaken down by two toddlers? Where the hell had he even learned about blackmail from? Obito stared long and hard at his baby cousin.

“Fine.”

“Sakura likes Häagen-Dazs.”

“I’ll hug you.”

“A fruit popsicle is fine.”

“It better be.” Obito opened the door to let them inside the convenience store. “I didn’t even know you knew how to pronounce Häagen-Dazs.”

Obito made sure that Sasuke and Sakura took a bath when they got to his uncle’s house and changed them both into warm pajamas. The last thing he needed was one of them getting sick on his watch.

He was sure after their snack at the conbini that their appetite was ruined and didn’t bother making anything to eat. He was sure that they wouldn’t be hungry before Itachi decided to show up.

With the two of them playing in the corner of the living room, Obito sat on the floor and leaned back against the couch. He tugged his tote bag closer to him and took out the koinobori he had been working on. It was almost finished and he could give it it’s last few touches before his aunt and uncle came home.

Sasuke was a brat, but Obito considered him his brat. He was still a child himself when Itachi was born and Itachi was odd from the start. He didn’t spend much time his younger cousin, not until Sasuke was born.

Sasuke was a difficult pregnancy for Auntie Mikoto and born prematurely. She was weak after the birth and Obito had nothing to do, not wanting to go to an empty house. When Auntie Mikoto returned home from the hospital with Sasuke, Obito made sure to visit every day after school and on weekends to help around the house.

So Sasuke was a brat and could try being a little nicer to people that weren’t his older brother or Sakura, but he was a big part of what made Obito feel at home somewhere.

“What’s that?” Sakura had shuffled over from where she and Sasuke had been playing and started gently poking at the shiny sequins on the windsock. Curious as well, Sasuke had wandered over and picked up one of the windsock and examined it.

“It’s a koinobori!” Obito spread it out on the floor to show off it’s carp shape. “I’m making it for Sasuke ‘cause his old one got damaged last year and looks a little beat.”

“But I already have a koinobori.”

“You can’t use that one, silly.” Obito ruffled Sasuke’s messy spikes. “It won’t hold up against the wind.”

“No, I have a new one. Tou-san bought it the other day. It has lightning patterns on the scales.”

“He...he did?”

Obito looked down at the finished koinobori and frowned. He was so excited about making the windsock that he hadn't considered that his uncle would replace the old one.

“You can have it anyway. Not like I need one.”

Obito sighed, resting his chin on his fist as he watched the two kids run off with his koinobori. It might not be serving its original purpose of celebrating Sasuke on Children’s Day but at least Sasuke was using it for something.

Uncle Madara was busy yet again even though it was Golden Week.

Obito used the days off from school to camp out at Kakashi’s place. During the day he split his time between hanging out with his Aunt Mikoto and Sasuke and helping restore the community garden. Apparently Shisui, Itachi, and Shisui’s friend Iruka had attempted to dig a tunnel system of sorts but none of the adults had caught them. Obito only knew because he found a necklace that could only have belonged to Itachi in the wreckage.

Now that it was the fifth of May, Obito had to meet up with his family at his Uncle Fugaku’s house to help his aunt make the sticky rice cakes with red bean jam and sticky sweet rice treats used to celebrate the holiday. He was sure that he would probably end up eating double portions of them again because Sasuke always gave them to him. It seemed that Sasuke was going to be one of those kids that didn’t like sweet foods.

“Huh?’

Entering the gate to their house, Obito noticed something sparkling from the corner of his eye.

“Just in time,” his Uncle Fugaku grunted. “Come help me with these.”

Uncle Fugaku held up the windsocks he had taken out to hang off of the side of the house. In his hand was one black carp, one pink carp, one red carp, and one sparkly, sequined blue carp.

“That’s the carp I made.”

“Yeah. We sent the one we bought to the daycare center.” Uncle Fugaku handed him a rope and together they knotted the kites.

They set up the pulley and yanked on the rope until the wind caught the flying carps. Just as Obito had hoped, Sasuke’s carp shimmered as it fluttered in the wind.

“Sasuke insisted we hang up this one up.” Fugaku clapped Obito on the shoulder and nodded towards the house, inviting him in. “He said that it was special. Didn’t matter that I got a carp with lightning like he asked me to.”

Sasuke was a brat, but he was a lovable one. Obito would gladly eat all of his sticky rice cakes for him. Maybe he’d make him some onigiri instead.

#uchiha family #sasusaku #day!fics

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Salvation

So Jesus left you lonely Feels like nothing's really holy (holy holy holy) No one no one hears your calling Falling and everything is falling (Falling falling Falling)

~ Bailen

Sometimes, all of the roads look the same when you’re unsure about your final destination.

Today, I embarked on a #DateNight with myself to the City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia. To say I was anxious is an understatement. As I get older, it becomes increasingly overwhelming to navigate new terrain on my own. And, in the last 24 hours before the show, a friend respectfully bowed out. This was not about a friend, a girlfriend, an ex, a lover... This concert is about me experiencing true joy and healing, and self-love, as acts of radical self care.

This morning was another melancholy morning. I laid there. Listening to my Pop rumble around and rouse to call my Ma for her birthday. Then I thought about N’s birthday and Krystal K’s bday. How am I surrounded by all of the Sags in my inner circle. I love-hate, hate-love y’all.

I turned back over in the bed, overwhelmed by all of my mother’s possessions seemingly coming in on me. It’s hard to find joy in a hoarder house. It’s much easy to shift to an attitude of gratefulness when I think about the safety and security of having a stable place to call home. Yet and still, there was a weight on my chest, an albatross around my soul. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Exhale. Exhale.

My cousin called. Each time she calls it is a reminder that I have solid plans for an amazing return trip to Paris. The Ancestors knew exactly what I needed in that moment: tenderness. We chatted and that buoyed my spirits. Pop needed me to drop his medicine in his eyes. Low key, I think the diabetes is going to eventually make him blind. He hates the drops. His vision is off and his understanding of color is distorted. That’s a very different blog for a very different day.

I managed to get myself up after my father left for a funeral. He was wearing Black on Black. I just couldn’t muster the strength to go to another funeral this year. Exhale. Uche is gone. Exhale. None of us will make it out of here alive. Exhale.

Sigh.

Okay, let me call my Ma and make some coffee. “But first, coffee,” right? HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YA!, in my best Stevie Wonder voice. My mother sounded so happy and full of joy. I am glad that during this time of deep grief and sorrow, we could pause to find the joy in celebrating another one of her returns. Thank you, Jesus, for giving me another year with my Momma.

Exhale. I made the damn coffee too weak. Time to brew another pot. Fuck! That one is too weak, too. Fuck it, I need my coffee.

I sat down at the computer, sipping my coffee and talking to the legal wife on FaceTime. Thank Goddess for FaceTime. Knocked out some computer work. Reaffirmed my commitments. Shared my gratitude. Re-grounded in my truth. Checked in with myself about boundaries. Exhale. Everything will be okay. It always has been and it always will be. The point at which it stops being okay, my consciousness will have shifted from this plane. Allow yourself to experience Joy, McCrae. (Seriously, no pun intended).

It “Hit” me... today is the day! I get to see Bailen! Go to Giovanni’s Room. Enjoy a delicious meal. Be in a new-old, old-new city once again. Experience the fullness, the ethos of the season. “It’s just me,” as Jilly from Philly sang. And that’s okay. And exciting. This will be a brief pre-cursor for my trip to Paris.

Admittedly, the Moon was guiding me... as they always do. I felt guided by my Ancestors. The stars are aligning. No matter what, this is going to be a beautiful and wonderful night. Today, this evening, in this moment; I am so glad to be alive and full of life.

After navigating various bridges (I HATE driving over bridges), I was able to circle the block a few times and find parking. Before going to Giovanni’s Room, I wanted to enjoy a delicious latte. After all, I am the revlatte.

Park. Pay for Parking. Get my shit together. Scarf/hat combo, jacket, bookbag. I have to submit an assignment for my doctoral program before enjoying the concert. AND, if I decide to drink, the best decision is to park and ride. Have liquor before beer because beer will be so much easier to drink in a concert setting. AND, I am not trying to be THAT altered in a different city, seeing this band for the first time. I clearly made that mistake with Jill Scott.

And... here we go. One foot in front of the other, friend. I navigate my way back to Giovanni’s Room and was stopped by traffic once, in front of the Alexander Inn. It was beautiful to see the people, in their natural habit, full of the season’s spirit, and allow the red glow from the signs to gently caress my face. I am held tight by all my people.

Advancing on, I found a cute spot to grab a drink. AND, it’s Happy Hour! Yes, pass me all the things at Mixto! When I walked in, there was a striking young gentleman. I thought he was flirting. Which was confusing. I was also pleasantly surprised to see all of these queer women couples. Interracial couples. Couples of all types and sizes. Every time I am here I have the same feeling and experience. I completely understand why my brother has lived here so many times. Sheesh! Could I find my tribe here?

Settling into the bar, I did a time check. GREAT FUCKING JOB, MCCRAE! You have plenty of time to relax, have some snacks, enjoy two drinks, leave some holiday cheer and browse books at Giovanni’s Room.

Next on this date night... Giovanni’s Room. Then, Johnny Brenda’s for a concert I’ve been waiting for since I was captivated by them on Good Morning America... BAILEN.

Yes, Jesus has left me lonely. And wrapped in the melodies of these siblings, I know that I’m not falling alone. I am looking forward to feeling alive in their lyrics and my heart being strangely warmed by their music.

Salvation.

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