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kakujis · 9 months

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what do i call you?;

summary: oliver thinks you'll be easy, just like the other girls he's slept with. but things are different when you don't cave in like he wants. pt 1 | 2

warnings: college!au, afab!fem reader, fratboy!oliver, wildcard!kunigami, this one is a bit angsty, oliver is actually a big softie, situationships, implied fwb with kunigami + karasu, one sided pining (oliver), oral f!receiving, praise, pet names, p*ssyjob, swearing, mentions of drinking, reader is confused on her feelings, if i missed anything lmk, around 7.1k

an: this took me literal months... send help. well, it's finally here! after months of sitting in my drafts half written, i was able to finish it. if the smut is bad, i'm sorry idk how i did it before LMFAO. thanks to zen for letting me ramble about this in their dms for months. tbh i think this is the longest fic i've written so far and ofc it's about this guy LOL. also, i may or may not have a mini playlist for this so lmk if u any of u would like the link :>. resident of: @enchantedforest-network

the first time you “meet” oliver aiku, it’s the morning after you were a drunken mess on your best friend’s back. it’s not that he’s surprised to see someone that isn’t sendou shuto in his kitchen, it’s the fact that you’re not walking out yet. instead, you fix yourself a bowl of cereal, barely paying any mind to the brunette watching you. before he can speak you leave, padding back to sendou’s room.

the second time happens when he catches a glimpse of you in the library with karasu tabito. your arms hanging around his shoulders in a back hug, as you peer down at his laptop. he notes the proximity and nonchalant demeanor of karasu, typing away while he talks to you about his latest class, even with your cheek pressed against his. maybe you’re his girlfriend, he thinks, before shrugging and moving on.

the third time happens when you stumble down a hallway at a party, bumping into him as you giggle out a quick, “sorry!” but kunigami rensuke isn’t far behind, grabbing your hand and scolding you before he offers an half assed apology as well. he doesn’t think much of it, preoccupied by his own date, until he sees kunigami pick you up as you babble in his ear about something.

the official meeting is when you’re having a movie night with sendou at his dorm again. your head lays in the red head’s lap, texting your friends as you give distracted “mhm”s to whatever sendou’s saying.

“are you even paying attention?” sendou asks, eyes flickering between you and the screen. before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“sen, i really don’t care about whichever gravure idol you’re into right now.” you reply, before your lips curve up into a smile at whatever text you’re reading.

for once, he’s unsure what this feeling is inside him. is it jealousy? awe? he can’t pinpoint the reason why his dual toned eyes always trail to you, taking in your pretty form. but he’s oliver aiku, he could probably get into your pants if he tried hard enough.

he slides down onto the couch, slinging an arm over sendou. “whatcha watchin’?” he’s not really paying attention to what’s on the tv, their voices muffled as he notes your form through his peripheral.

the red-head shrugs, “some romcom that she picked out and isn’t even watching.” he pokes your head, “at least introduce yourself.”

“mm?” you hum, moving your phone away to peek up at oliver. from the way you’re positioned you’re viewing him upside down. you readjust, twisting and pushing yourself up onto your knees, leaning over with one outstretched hand. “hi, i’m y/n.”

“you’re blocking the screen!” sendou exclaims, but you don’t move, eyes locked on the brunette across from you.

oliver tries his best not to leer, really, but he drinks you up with his eyes. it’s hard not to since you’re wearing a shirt that’s clearly too big with the way it falls off one shoulder. he thinks you’d look pretty underneath him and wonders if you make even prettier sounds.

he reaches over to shake your hand, to sendou’s dismay, and maybe it’s cliche but he swears he feels a spark for the very first time. it’s something that gets his heart racing, something new and exciting.

“i’m oliver, nice to officially meet you.”

the upcoming months blur and melt into each other, there’s not much to be noted. beyond you coming over every so often to hang out with sendou, what is there beyond soccer practice, classes half paid attention to, and meaningless hookups? frat parties? sure, you both attend them. with each other? not necessarily.

no, you continue to evade oliver aiku’s grasp.

“i can’t,” the text reads, “i promised to go with kunigami.”

he frowns, before typing back: “maybe next time then?”

“maybe.”

it’s fine, he thinks, fixing himself another cup of alcohol. he’ll find another girl, it’s easy. but even the ones he’s been with before, the ones who always answer his texts for a quick fuck are starting to bore him.

it doesn’t help that when you arrive you look so good or that you excitedly greet everyone with a smile and a hug. his hands always linger on the small of your back until you pull away, scampering back over to your date.

it’s confusing, you swear up and down that you aren’t dating kunigami, but anyone would think you’re with him. especially when your arms are always laced around him, body pressed against his as the two of you talk. he’s always wondered what you could possibly be talking about, kunigami isn’t much for words let alone full blown conversations. but maybe he’s like oliver, fallen deep for how easy it is to talk to you.

seconds tick into minutes, which turn to hours and before either of you knows it, you’re tipsy, lips curled into a smile as you giggle and shout while your friends play beer bong. he leans against the wall with sendou, trying his best to not stare.

“you could try talking to her more.” his friend says, breaking the silence between the two. “or are you just gonna stare at her forever?”

“is she with kunigami or not?” he asks, ignoring the question, “every time i ask her out i get turned down.”

“yeah, i dunno either, she doesn’t really answer that.” sendou replies, taking another sip of his beer. “i think she’s just messing around, if that helps.”

if that helps - oliver is pretty sure it doesn’t, but he knows sendou isn’t going to tell him everything. still, the vague response pisses him off.

there’s also the fact that the two of you have similar friend groups and that you’re a clingy drunk that throws him off. when he finds you in kunigami’s arms again, dozing away in the crook of his neck, the grip intensifies on his cup, indenting the red plastic. his close friends notice it too, the weight of his stare is heavy as if there’s on a spotlight right where you’re sitting.

but he puts the facade back on when another girl approaches, a welcoming distraction. she’s cute and he recognizes her as being part of his fraternity’s sister sorority. unfortunately, he just can’t focus on her and what she’s saying. his eyes continue to flicker back to you, hot jealousy continuing to bubble in his stomach when he sees kunigami’s hand rub circles on your inner thigh.

the girl is still talking and he’s doing his best to at least nod when she finishes a sentence. but the final straw is when you sleepily smile at kunigami, as he reads your lips, ‘that tickles!’.

“hey,” he interrupts, grabbing the closest friend to him, “could you excuse me for a second? by the way, this is sendou.”

it was brief but for a moment, sendou felt it. the too tight grip on his shoulder and the nails digging into his skin through this cotton tee indicated one thing: jealousy. but before he can speak, oliver’s maneuvering his way through the crowd with a one track mind.

when he makes it over to you, your grip on kunigami’s shirt is so tight as his hand continues snaking it’s way under the hem of your skirt. you’re not sure if the heat is coming from desire or the alcohol swimming through your veins. your gaze is something oliver’s seen before with countless other girls, it’s sweet, but laced with want.

“hey, pretty girl.” he says, voice cutting through the air like a knife.

you tear away from kunigami’s gaze, smiling cutely when you see who it is. “oliver~ hii,” you sing, twisting a little out of the ginger’s grasp to reach your arms out towards him. “come, come.”

his heart thumps against his chest and he moves closer to bend down and give you a side hug. “what’s up?”

“mm, nothin’,” you chime, tilting your head to the side, “just hangin’ out, right rennie?”

rensuke nods, but his eyes are locked on oliver, clearly annoyed at the interruption. his arm finds it’s way around your waist, pulling you closer.

as fast as you make oliver’s heart race, you’re just as quick to make it drop. it’s a nickname and nothing more, right? so why does it feel like he’s going to throw up? something that sounds sweet on your tongue feels sour on his.

there’s something beyond the disdain that he hides behind his forced smile and if oliver's one thing, it’s petty.

“aren’t you a little too drunk, y/n?” he asks, grabbing your arm before pulling you up, maybe it’s the irritation but he almost yanks you out of the ginger’s grip.

it catches rensuke off guard as you stumble up and out of his lap. you’re shaky on your feet, but oliver’s there to replace not only kunigami but any thought inside your pretty head.

if you weren’t so drunk you’d probably notice the hammering of his heart as you wrap your arms around his neck for stability.

“carry me?” you slur and he nods, chest swelling with pride because tonight he won.

“of course, wouldn’t want anyone takin’ advantage of you.” he smirks, leveling his gaze with kunigami.

if he was being honest, he would probably lose if he got into a fight with him. yet, the sweet satisfaction that he can hold onto in this moment overtakes that thought. with your head on his shoulder, you start to doze off, missing the way kunigami stands with balled fists.

“what do you think you’re doing, aiku?” he starts, before moving forward, but oliver steps back.

“making sure y/n’s alright,” he says, “besides you were pretty touchy just now.”

“cause she’s my date.” he states, starting to get irritated with how every step he takes forward oliver takes another back.

“and she’s had too much to drink, right y/n?” you mumble something incoherent and oliver nods. “see?”

the air is tense. not only is oliver edging kunigami on but the group playing beer pong has noticed and quieted down. before things continue to escalate, karasu swings by, wrapping an arm around the wildcard’s shoulders.

“oi, rensuke we need someone to fill in fer otoya.” he says, eyeing oliver as well. if only he could laugh at the irony.

if it isn’t number one and number two. he thinks, recalling the amount of time he’s seen you, arms linked with karasu’s as you wander the halls to your next class. but three is the luckiest number, or so he’ll hope. and besides, hierarchies can always change.

rensuke’s quick to shrug the crow off, the scowl on his face ever present, but tabito doesn’t seem to mind. he’s too focused on the sleeping girl in oliver’s arms.

“well, i don’t really feel like fighting today,” oliver continues, “so we’ll be on our way.” he walks off before the other two can get a word out, nodding to sendou who seems pleased to talk to someone about himself.

there’s only the sound of the shoes on pavement as oliver walks you home. nestled in his arms, you sometimes perk up to mumble something incoherent or make a noise in his ear. he doesn’t mind, the campus is nice and quiet at night.

“oliverr,” you slur out, “where are we goin?”

“home, princess.” he answers, making sure to call you all the nicknames he wants.

“your dorm?” you ask and he swears the red tips of his ears are from the cold. but it’s not cold at all, it’s the middle spring semester.

“if you want?” he jokes, before quickly adding, “nah, yours.” he’s told himself before that if he waits it out, he’ll get to you. but it’s been a few months of this back and forth, where you feel so close yet so far.

“we can’t go to my place!” you whine, “i forgot my key.”

“and where’s your roommate?” he asks, stopping, because he’s realized another thing. he doesn’t even know where your dorm is.

“at the party,” you pout, before pulling away and looking at him. “you’re cute, oliver. you should date her.”

he gives a dry laugh, heart only semi-crushed. you think he’s cute. he’ll take it, especially when it’s beat accelerates further when you push his bangs back.

“sweaty.” you note, before wiping at his brow.

“hey,” he says, knowing that a blush has crept onto his cheeks, “stay on track here. where am i taking you tonight?”

“your place.” you furrow your brow. “how many times do i have to say that?”

“sorry! just making sure.” he says, shrugging before resuming the walk. it’s not too far off course, if there ever was a course to begin with.

you settle back into place, head on his shoulder, and humming to yourself. oliver appreciates the music.

“not gonna take my offer, eh?” you ask, breath tickling his neck. “she’s pretty, funny, but not as funny as me, remember that.”

“i don’t think i’ve met her before, have i?” he asks, scanning his mind of recent memory. truth be told, he can’t recall you showing up with anyone that wasn’t a guy on the soccer team.

“hm? you know everyone.” you counter.

feigning innocence, he asks,“do i?”

“maybe its because you’ve met soo many girls, you don’t remember her.” you retort and he winces inwardly at the disdain clear in your voice.

“c’mon now,” he says, “i really don’t know that many.”

you hum, “mm, i bet if i didn’t show up as often you wouldn’t remember me-”

he’s quick to cut you off, “not true.” it’s too early to say he loves you, maybe infatuated is a better word.

“if you say so,” you sigh, mind still buzzed and muddied. “are we there yet? i’m sleepy.”

“just up the stairs,” he mutters, “feel free to fall asleep.”

when the two of you arrive at the dorm, you’re fast asleep. he tries to move you onto the couch but you continue to cling, grumpy moans coming from you as he tries to pry you off.

“you’ll kill me if you wake up in my bed,” he mutters, so he carries you off to sendou’s room. “here, it’s sen’s bed.”

“don’t go, i need to cuddle with someone,” you mumble, words still slightly slurred, “til sen comes back at least.”

he stills, knee sinking into the mattress, one hand on your back the other on the bed to steady himself. “you’re gonna kill me when you wake up.” he murmurs, but suddenly the perfume you’ve wearing smells really good. so does your hair and even the skin sticky with sweat is appealing. he wants to stay.

“noo, i won’t,” you whisper, the scent of alcohol still heavy in your breath. “promise.”

“…you want me to stay that badly?” he jokes, inwardly cursing at how easy you make him crumble.

he swears his heart nearly stops when you giggle out a “yeah.”

he settles in, maneuvering the two of you so that you’re laying on his chest. you fall back asleep quickly, nuzzling into him while your arm is splayed across him.

it’s comfortable, he thinks, different from the other girls who get up and leave him after sex. not that he ever asks them to stay, actually preferring it when they leave. but he didn’t realize that someone could actually feel this good in his arms.

“i think i’m actually falling in love,” he scoffs in disbelief, before throwing a palm up to his forehead, a grin plastered on his face. “goodnight, princess.”

he’s not surprised that you left before he woke up that morning. what’s actually surprising is how you seem to avoid him more lately afterwards. at least before you’d throw a few snarky remarks his way and listen to him talk for a bit before you’d inevitably wander back to your phone.

it’s been about two weeks since that night and oliver’s got the message enough to leave you alone for most of the time you’re over. even when you come over for a movie night, he’ll try to keep his talks to you at a minimum. sometimes inviting over another teammate to fill up the awkward silences.

even before the incident, he thought that maybe there’s a reason for it. a reason that he contemplates more one day as he watches you from the corner of his eye. there’s a reason why you’ll lay in sendou’s lap and not his, why you’ll hold hands with your other friends and not him, why they get meals while he gets scraps.

he’s got it half right. there’s been too many texts from sendou asking how to get a crying girl out of his dorm, too often have there been “and that’s another one out the dorm,” calls.

there’s a reason you keep him at arms length, why the most affection you’ll do is give him a quick hug. but he feels that you’re chipping down ever so slightly with each hang out, each party, and each “goodnight.”

is that why tonight you don’t follow sendou to his room when he says goodnight? why you awkwardly fiddle with your hands, something he’s noticed you do when you’re nervous. he misses you and he feels a little more ambitious or perhaps insane for thinking that you might miss him too.

he clears his throat, prompting you to peek at him from his side of the couch. “you goin’ to bed?”

to his relief, you shake your head answering, “not yet, you?”

“depends. you want company?” he asks, sliding over to where you’re sitting.

you giggle, something he hasn’t heard from his end in weeks, giving in to his little game. besides, no one else will text you back this late at night, “i don’t know, do i?”

he grins, “i think so.” emboldened, he glides his hand underneath your blanket, before he presses his hand against your thigh. he waits a second to see if you’ll stop him, but you don’t.

his hand trails up until it’s dipping past the waistband of your shorts. he smirks when he feels the wet patch on your undies, “and here i thought you didn’t like me.”

your breath hitches slightly, “what do you mean? i’m always nice to you.”

“thats debatable.” he mumbles, slipping your panties aside to ghost his fingers up and down your slit. “especially lately, you don’t even wanna look at me.”as he’s about to sink a finger in, you jolt forward, grabbing his wrist.

“wait!” you gasp, chest heaving. he stops, just like you ask, never having seen you so flustered before.

“waiting.” he says, doing his best to not have his mind too muddied by the heaviness in his pants.

“i don’t want to.. um, i don’t think we should fuck.” you stumble over your words, unable to take your eyes off his hand.

he blinks, “okay.” he won’t push it. retreating, he tries to sit back, but you don’t remove the grip on his wrist. “uh, are you gonna-“

“we could… do other things though.” you mumble, but you release his hand and push it away anyway. “actually, nevermind.”

he grins, finally getting it. “so you want me to finger you, is that it?”

“do you have to put it that way?” you groan, laying back and covering your face with your hands.

“finger fucking?” he jokes, but he’s slinking back forward, his hand traveling back to it’s rightful spot.

you groan again, but not without spreading your legs for him and he smiles.

“not gonna talk to me?” he continues, one thumb slowly stroking your cunt through the fabric of your panties.

“do you want me to change my mind?” you answer, muffled by the sleeves of your hoodie.

“please don’t,” he laughs, before tugging at your clothing. “can i?”

you nod again and he’s quick to pull them off. it’s his turn to lose his breath, lost in how pretty your folds glisten for him.

change of plans, he thinks as he levels himself down onto the bed.

“oliver?” you call, peeking through your fingers again.

“as long as we don’t fuck right?” he asks, licking his lips and you can read the anticipation clear on his face. but he’ll wait for you to say yes, like a dog on a leash.

you nod again, the both of your hearts hammering as you do and he dives in. he starts slow to savor it, his tongue moving with long languid strokes between your folds.

he knew you’d taste good, but not this good. even better are the noises you make, well the ones you’re trying to hide. he glances up at you, your face contorted as you bite down on the sleeve of your jacket. a heavy blush creeps onto his face, you’re so pretty.

you arch your back as he slides his tongue over your clit, bringing his fingers up to prod at your opening. he continues to work his tongue over your already swollen clit, suckling out mewls from your lips. when he sinks his fingers in, your jaw drops as you gasp out a “fuck!”

covering your mouth again, you whimper as he picks up the pace. he wants to hear that pretty voice again, so he curls his digits up inside your gummy walls and to his delight, you sob out again.

by now he’s realizing he actually has shit self control. pushing your clothing up, he pulls off your already swollen clit, readjusting himself as he starts to leave sloppy kisses up the expanse of your belly.

“i wanna hear you, i wanna see you,” he mumbles, latching onto your neck and sucking in a mark. “besides, sendou’s asleep.” he actually has no clue if his best friend’s asleep, he’s just so high on you that he doesn’t care.

“take me to your room then,” you whimper, conceding, breathless and squirming. he smiles against the crook of your neck before removing his fingers from your cunt. he picks you up fast, scooping you up as you tremble in his embrace.

he practically sprints to his room, slamming the door shut before throwing you into his bed. you scramble to take the rest of your clothes off. he wanted to see, remember?

you tug on his shirt, it’s only fair if you take your clothes off that he does too. “hey… take this off.”

“i thought we weren’t fucking?” he laughs, but you raise a brow.

“do we need to fuck if we’re naked?” you scoff, but in reality, you feel a bit too exposed.

he grins, shrugging, “nah.” then he’s quick to take off his own before pushing you down. “let me finish eating, yeah?”

you settle back, sighing out a breathless, “yeah.”

with your legs spread so nicely, it’s easy for him to get back to work. he spreads your eager folds with his thumbs, admiring your pretty pussy before spitting down a lob of saliva. you jolt at the feeling, but he uses an arm to keep you still. he has work to do. his tongue begins lapping back at your folds before diving into your cunt, slurping at the arousal leaking onto his sheets.

oliver’s not typically a giver, maybe having only given a couple times in all of hookups. but this was different, he could probably eat you out for hours if you could stay a twitching, mewling mess underneath. perhaps he was starving, growling as he pulls you in even closer and you find your hands in his hair.

as his name leaves your lips like a chant, he continues to tongue fuck you, your slick trailing down his chin. your core burns as you grind onto him, chasing after your release, his stubble lightly scratching across your skin.

he switches, latching back onto your clit with nimble fingers working their way inside you. “cum for me, baby.” he murmurs, curling his fingers up again just how you like it. “you’re so fucking good for me, you know that?”

“s-shut up,” you sob, but the praise hits in all the right places as you arch your back. another indication that you like it is the harsher pull on his strands, a string of obscenities leaving your mouth.

“aw, i’m just tryna make you feel good,” he muses as he hears your first frustrated noise from pulling away. “close huh?”

“oliver, please.” you whimper, brow furrowed as you gaze down at him. you’re so close, but just his fingers scissoring you isn’t enough.

he tilts his head, “please what?” he asks, and you wonder when he got so fucking bold. “use your words.” maybe it’s the blood rushing straight to his head that’s got him out of sorts, but for the first time he’s got you where he wants you. he may be the one caged between your thighs, but you're the one that’s stuck in his web, begging for release.

his fingers continuously moving in and out of you makes your eyelids flutter, especially when he picks up the pace. “i wanna cum, please,” you beg, “please, please, please.”

he laughs out an “that wasn’t so hard right?”, before he’s back onto your bundle of nerves. he seeks out the friction of the bed for his own pleasure, his cock hard and heavy as he grinds out against the sheets.

right now though, the focus is on you. the focus is the way your thighs clench closer together, boxing him in, letting him know when what he does is good. it’s the way you greedily grind up into his face, tumbling his name off your lips like it’s the only thing you know how to say.

you finally burst when oliver murmurs, “so fucking good for me,” his breath hot on your clit. he finger fucks you through your orgasm, continuously praising you, “good job, beautiful, that’s it.”

you pant, pushing at his hand when you’ve started to get overstimulated. he slips out, but pushes you back when you start to reach for his cock. you watch with doe eyes as he smears your slick across his cock, stroking himself.

“keep your legs open.” he says, eyes lidded. “i won’t fuck you, don’t worry.” he reassures when he sees your eyes widen more.

you comply, still slightly twitching from your orgasm, when he settles himself between your folds again. he’s not far off, not when he’s been drunk off the sound and taste of you. but the wetness between your folds has his head spinning. he slips so easily between them, he wishes he could just slide into you, but he’s good at keeping his promises.

he uses one hand to keep his cockhead pressed firmly against you. you think it’s messy, his hand covered in arousal, precum, and saliva but you’re both a little mesmerized by the scene. the two of you make eye contact and he breathes out, “you’re so beautiful.”

“stop complimenting me,” you pout, before you’re pulling him down to rest his forehead against yours. “or else i’ll kill you.”

“i thought you were gonna say you’d fall in love with me,” he muses, lips barely ghosting over yours as he continues to rut in between your folds.

“in your dreams, oliver.” you murmur, but you tilt up and kiss him anyway. you taste yourself on him but can’t seem to care, as his tongue slips in to intertwine with yours.

that’s enough to set him off, shuddering as he comes undone on your belly. white hot ropes paint your skin and you pull away, lips swollen. you fall back on the bed, the only sound the two of you panting.

oliver lays down next to you, staring at the ceiling. he brings his hand up, staring at his sticky fingers covered in fluid.

“gross,” you cringe and he peeks over at you. “clean me up?”

“sure.” he’s quick to get up, grabbing a box of tissues by his bed.

“all men are the same.” you groan, but there’s a smile dancing on your face.

“yeah, this is the brand sendou and i prefer.” he jokes and you smack him playfully. he uses the tissues to clean his hand first before moving onto you, scooping up the remnants of what just happened. he pauses when he moves lower, looking at you.

are we… anything? he wants to ask, but he bites his tongue when he notices you staring back. he cleans up the rest, before asking, “so, what now?”

“i’m gonna shower, that’s what.” you say, pushing yourself up and grabbing your clothes. you don’t put them on, there’s no point since both the guys in this dorm have seen all of you.

as you turn the knob to leave, he asks, “can i join you?”

you scoff, shooting him a look. “absolutely not.”

he figured you’d say that.

it’s only 8pm on a saturday when sendou’s phone blows up.

“sorry,” he says, reading the letters of your name across the screen. “i gotta take this.”

it’s a rare night in, oliver’s own phone buzzing with “where are you?” texts from his friends. he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you, the way you squirmed and moaned for him was enough to set him over. falling further into the sticky web of your hold.

when sendou walks back in, the expression on his face is mixed with concern and confusion.

“something happen?” oliver asks, pausing the movie.

“uhh.. yeah i think so.” sendou answers, scratching the back of his neck. “i think y/n’s coming over.”

there’s confusion washed over the brunette’s features. he’s not sure why this visit is so concerning, you’ve changed your mind before. saying no to movie night yet coming over unannounced anyway.

sendou sighs, “don’t freak out when she gets here.” he’s not an idiot. he’s seen basically every spare glance that oliver’s thrown your way, the schedule modifications to come home more often to see you, the way his smile lingers on you when you do almost anything. he sees the way oliver deflates when you’re with someone else, it’s quick when it happens, almost uncatchable.

“and why would i do that?” he’s joking, but the knot in his stomach is turning. what is it? you’re coming over to tell them all about your great fuckin’ date with rensuke? even after almost sleeping together, you still ran right back to kunigami when he called for you.

sendou rolls his eyes, before repeating himself, “seriously. don’t.”

oliver throws his arms up in surrender, “okay, okay.”

when do you barge in you’re in the same hoodie you wore the night you came undone under oliver’s mouth. the nervous smile on his face falls when he hears you sniffling. when the two of you make eye contact, your puffy red-lines eyes looking into his, he feels something break.

you blink, and then you blink again, as you try to fight back the tears that eagerly wish to spill. instinctively, you tug at the sleeves of your sweater trying to self-soothe yourself. you try to speak multiple times, only to stop and let out little huffs of air. it hurts too much.

sendou speaks first, gently rubbing your back as he guides you over to the couch. “hey… take some deep breaths.” you shake your head, balling your hands into fists as you continue to cry.

“want me to leave?” oliver asks, as much as he doesn’t want to, he knows you’re more comfortable when he’s not around. to both his and sendou’s surprise, you shake your head again, reaching out to him with trembling hands.

he sits closer and you lean down to lay in his lap, “l-let me cry here.” you mumble, grabbing his hand and placing it on the top of your head. “rub my head.”

oliver can’t help but laugh a little bit, “sure.” he nods over to sendou, whose eyes could possibly launch from their sockets. “hey, you heard her, rub her back.”

“pretty sure she said ‘head’” he retorts, but starts doing it anyway. while sendou’s eyes wander the room, sometimes glancing at the remote wondering if he should start the movie back up; oliver’s are glued on you.

he cards through your hair, eyes soft on your hiccuping form. he thinks you feel like his girlfriend, maybe if someone else saw, you’d look like it too. maybe he’ll ask sendou later. it’s a few more moments of your sniffling before you finally speak.

“do you guys think i’m stupid?” you ask, reaching out for the remote and turning whatever movie they had playing on.

“sometimes, yeah,” sendou answers and both you and oliver are quick to smack him. “ow! i thought you wanted the truth? and why the hell are you hitting me?!” he exclaims, one finger pointed towards the brunette.

oliver shrugs, “because you said something stupid?”

“i agree,” you sniffle, but there’s the smallest hint of a smile on your face. “you’re supposed to lie, idiot.”

“if i lie will you tell us what happened?” he asks, leaning back against the armrest.

“don’t even have to lie, i’ll just tell you.” you sigh, lowering the volume down on the tv. you start to tap on oliver’s knee since you’re nervous, but he continues to play with your hair.

“so you know how rensuke and i were… thinking of being something?” you start. you feel oliver’s hand pause when you say that, but he starts back up again. “anyway, he called it off today. he gave me an ultimatum that i didn’t wanna take.”

“which was?” sen asks, brow raised.

“i couldn’t see you two anymore.” you answer, “like i wouldn’t choose my best friends?”

“since when is oliver your best friend?” sendou asks, perplexed.

since she came on my face in my bedroom, he muses, but you answer with a “since i decided.”

“are you guys doing shit behind my back?” the redhead asks and the two of you look at each other.

“no,” you say, face heating up as you stare into pretty dual tone eyes, “we don’t do anything.”

not only is the blush on his face clearly visible, but so is the smirk. “not a thing,” he agrees. “if anything, we just… chill.”

you mouth out an “oliver!” but he shrugs, before using his thumb to wipe at the remnants of tears on your cheek. if you weren’t trying to hide from the current accusations, you’d probably just keen up into his touch.

“i don’t wanna know.” sendou groans, breaking the two of you out of trance. he gets up, turning the tv off and flickering his gaze towards you. “sleeping in my room tonight?”

you swallow, before nodding again, finally tearing your gaze away from oliver. “yeah, i’ll be there in a sec.”

you sit up as sendou leaves, the click of his door indicating when the two of you are alone. you feel vulnerable. you pull your knees up, hugging them, before you start to talk.

“i really liked him, y’know?” you mumble, “but i never really got the same vibe back.”

oliver’s silent, arms crossed and head thrown back as he stares up at the ceiling. he doesn’t particularly care to hear just how much you liked rensuke, but he’s not about to leave now.

you continue, “i think he wanted someone to blow off steam with, which isn’t bad, but… i wanted him to actually like me. like-like me, not just to be thrown away later on. i thought he could be my first real boyfriend.”

“why are you telling me this?” he asks, trying to keep his tone neutral. “wouldn’t you rather tell sen?”

you shake your head, looking back at him slightly. “no, i like talking to you more. about this stuff anyway, you seem to actually listen to me. sen’s not bad, but i dunno, he doesn’t really give me sound advice.”

“what’d he tell you to do last time?” he asks, semi-agreeing already that sendou really isn’t the best advice giver.

“sleep with karasu.” you deadpan, inwardly cringing at how awkward that interaction was.

“and did you?” he asks, voice a little ptiched.

“no! everyone thinks so, but no.” you failed, thankfully, unable to actually go through with it. but you made a friend with tabito, one that listens to your ramblings when you visit.

oliver sits up a little and you snap your head back forward, embarrassment eating at you. “did you two… do anything?” he’s started to realize something.

you shake your head again, hoping he doesn’t notice how feeble you feel. but he can’t notice that because he feels like he’s on cloud nine. “have you slept with anyone?” he asks, heart pounding.

what comes up must always come down and to his dismay, you nod, mumbling out a name that leaves him slaw jacked. “sendou. like, twice…. why am i sharing this information with you?”

“seriously? sendou?” he’s not sure whether this means that his friendship has ended, but it does maybe make some sense that you’re so comfortable around him. beyond best friends, anyway.

you spin around, “listen! it was when we had just graduated high school. we’d never slept with anyone before .. so, seriously, why am i telling you this?!”

he won’t lie, the panicked look on your face is cute, so much so that he’s a little less pissed off. “okay, okay. i get it,” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. “you don’t have to tell me anything else.”

sometimes, you don’t understand how oliver can be so sweet, but you sure are grateful for it. you smile at him and his heart melts a little. it’s so much better when you aren’t crying.

he pats your head before getting up.

“oliver?” you call, but he smiles at you and it’s your turn to feel your heart flutter.

“you should get some sleep,” he says, “it’s late. you want water before you go though?” padding over to the kitchen to fix you a glass of water.

you nod, “mhm.” before getting up yourself and following after him. he hands you the glass and he thinks it’s strange. the first time you stood in this kitchen, you didn’t even look his way. but now, you look at him clearly. sure, it’s not the ideal situation and you are leaving to go sleep in another guy’s bed, but it’s enough.

one step closer to you is worth it. it shouldn’t be long now, he thinks, you’ll be his in due time. but he doesn’t notice the confusion on your face when you grab the glass. the moment your fingers touch you feel it too, that all familiar pull, the one you were trying (and failing) to avoid. you duck away when you move towards sendou’s room, hoping he can’t hear the way your heart pounds within your chest.

it can’t be him.

“that fucking stings!” oliver hisses, instinctively pulling away from you.

you frown, “i don’t know why you went to me and not like, the campus nurse or a hospital.” you recenter his face, gripping his chin between your index finger and thumb.

“why would i go there when i’ve got my guardian angel here?” he teases before wincing again as you press the cloth to his busted lip.

“i’ve got to stop the bleeding,” you mumble, ignoring his comment. oliver thinks you look so cute when concern paints your face, he’d kiss you if you let him, despite his lip. “i still can’t believe you did that.”

“did what?” he asks.

“get your ass beat,” you snort, removing the pressure from his lip before handing him an ice pack. “here.”

“he made you cry, like i wasn’t gonna beat his ass?” he counters, correcting you and if he could pout, he would.

“oliver. that was weeks ago, no one asked you to do something so stupid,” you sigh, swiveling around to look for bandages. “there was no point.”

“no one asked you to date stupid guys,” he retorts, but man does it hurt. more than his lip or his bruised cheek, the fact that no matter what you won’t look at him the same way you do others.

“i just don’t get why you’d do something so dumb.” you say, closing the medicine cabinet while holding a box of band aids. you’re so nonchalant about it it’s infuriating. why don’t you get it?

he blinks, before scoffing, “what am i to you?”

“you’re… oliver.” you say, tensing, suddenly not liking the direction this conversation is going.

“that’s it?” he almost can’t believe it, that after everything, he’s just still oliver.

“what do you want me to say?” you sigh, voice coming out a little irritated. you’ve never done well with confrontation, especially not when it comes to feelings like this.

he sets the ice pack down before continuing, “that i’m important to you, more than just some dude you string along for fun.”

“what are you even talking about?” you exasperate, because really, what does he want? he knows you two aren’t anything, nothing more than friends and yet he tries so hard. so hard it makes your head spin, so hard it makes you sometimes doubt your own judgment on him. but you refuse, you’ll continue to listen to that little voice that tells you: no. not him.

“for fucks sake, can’t you pick me just one time?!” he yells, slamming his hand on the counter and you jump back, “not karasu, not sendou, not fucking kunigami. don’t run to them. run to me. can’t it be me?”

“y-you’re crying,” you deflect, trying to look anywhere but him because if you look at him, you’ll want to hold him. you’ll want to give him, tell him that maybe you two could try to be something. you don’t even argue that kunigami isn’t an option anymore.

“i don’t fucking care.”

“and i don’t know what to say.” you answer, eyes glued on the box in your hands.

“just say the word and i’ll be yours. fully and wholly, i’ll give you everything.” he says firmly.

but you stay quiet, awkwardly fidgeting with the box in your hands.

“…please?” it comes out soft, whispery, and most of all desperate. a plea that comes from deep within because at the end of it all, he loves you.

but there’s nothing from you, it’s radio silence. it’s the quietness after midnight on a tuesday when the rest of campus is deep asleep. it’s nothing. and for a brief moment, he’ll accept it, because it’s harder for him to sit in this continued rejection. he’ll accept that right now, you don’t want him.

he gets up, pushing past you not even bothering to wipe the tears that trail down his cheeks. and he thinks, maybe even a small bit of him prays, that you’ll stop him.

but you don’t, staring at the tiled floor as he leaves, and oliver feels his heart shatter into tiny glass pieces. should he still hold onto “maybe”? maybe someday you’ll want him too? maybe someday you’ll be his exclusively? or should he give up, call it a day, and speed dial one of the girls in his phone?

he doesn’t know.

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-YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestions, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 17 - ‘You’re Mine’

Trent slowly opened his eyes, waking up, he grabbed for his phone and winced at the bright light in the dark room. He had heard it vibrating on the bedside table but hadn’t had the energy or interest to look until now. You were still passed out nestled on his chest. He smiled, inspecting the little details of your face before turning his attention back to his phone. His brows furrowed at a group chat with his manager and brother blowing up. He had 50+ text messages. Since early hours they had been talking and sending links. He scrolled in momentary ignorance up to where the conversation started this morning, clicking the first link sent curious seeing his name included in the headline’s blurb.

“What the ..” he spoke at a normal voice that trailed into a whisper... “fuck” as you stirred.

“T?” You cooed, picking your head slightly, wiggling a little on top of him.

“Shhhh... Baby, go back to sleep, yeah?” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You couldn’t fight the sleep plaguing you, a headache hit you almost immediately so you rested your cheek back against his bare chest.

The Daily Mail headlines felt almost fake…. Trent squinted wondering if this was an elaborate joke. He couldn’t believe it.

‘Not So Secret? Alexander-Arnold confirms long term relationship with mystery woman’

‘Packing on the PDA; Liverpool fullback gets handsy with woman on a night out in Manchester’

‘Meet Mrs. Merseyside; Liverpool’s Trent Alexander- Arnold shows off his missus on a night out.’

That one seemed to stick. People ran with the Mrs. Merseyside headline. Photos of you last night were plastered across the internet; holding hands into the restaurant, a blurry photo of you kissing at the dinner table, hooking up in the car, god so fucking many of that kiss in the car, you pouring tequila down his throat, your whole night was chronicled. Why the fuck is this being published? You two went out all the time before this, but multiple articles, major news outlets, social media a buzz, it seemed like a lot. Trent’s head started to hurt now. He picked up his arm off you to rub over his eyes trying to calm down. His movement caused you to wake. You slowly began pressing kisses all over his chest. You moved deliberately, hands running over his skin. Humming. Trent got a little sidetracked for the moment, his hand coming to stroke your face but when your hand slid over his abs and down into the waistband of his boxers he shut his eyes tight at the amount of stuff going on and he didn’t think messing around right now would be a good idea.

“Nah, nah. Please baby, not right now” He cooed trying to be nice, mind racing thinking of trying to explain the news to you when he couldn’t even comprehend what was happening.

“Wait, what?” Your head sprung up looking at him confused. It was rare for Trent to refuse you. You weren’t even trying to have sex. You just wanted to be closer to him.

“I’m sorry..sorry..” he shook his head overwhelmed. “Just not right this second pretty girl, okay?” He felt bad he could see you were confused but your head hurt too much to think right now so you laid back down in a huff and cuddled him a little before starting to draw over his chest with your nail. Trent kept reading on his phone frivolously, one article breaking down when you first appeared in Liverpool, another saying you were a one night stand, an instagram post found the price of the clothing items you were wearing, it was all doing his head in. He put his phone down leaning his head further back into his pillow. His arms squeezed you a little tighter before releasing and dozing off holding you trying to escape this morning.

Trent had fallen asleep when you heard the doorbell ring. You were confused and ignored it, continuing on with your important task of spelling your name, little hearts, and I love yous over his chest with your nail still. The bell rang again so you slipped off of Trent and the bed. You sleepily fumbled around the room looking for your panties. You pulled one of Trent’s shirts over your head as you made your way downstairs. You yawned, squinting at the bright sun coming into the house, you went to grab at the handle of the front door when it began to unlock and open. You pulled as they pushed it open.

“Where’s Trent?” Tyler pushed past you in the doorway. He had a key and he didn’t feel like waiting for your hungover ass to let him in any longer.

“What?” Running your hands over your eyes. He turned back towards you giving you a quick hug like he had forgotten walking in before he proceeded to let himself further inside, going to the kitchen.

“You just woke up I’m assuming?” He turned back to you, opening your fridge.

“Ty… I definitely didn't purposely come down looking like this.” You giggled half asleep pulling at Trent’s t-shirt from last night. “By all means, have what you want!” You joked as he poked around.

“You haven’t talked to him today?” He asked, head still in the refrigerator.

“Erm… no?” You were utterly confused and his panicked state had your head hurting again.

“Can you go get him, he has to get up. It’s… it’s time sensitive, yeah?” He asked nicely, finally turning around to face you. You said okay and left the room but you always worried when Trent and Tyler needed to have impromptu meetings. Usually, something was wrong or Trent had forgotten about something else. It all stressed you out. A part of you always selfishly feared that the ‘something’ would shake up your life with Trent. Unbeknownst to you, this one just might.

Tyler didn’t want to be the one to show you the news. He figured Trent should. You were a little sensitive about what other people said online and he didn’t want to say the wrong thing. He’d leave the hard task to his brother.

When you pulled Trent downstairs, it was a little awkward because he didn’t want to tell you either. You more than likely had to be included in some part of the discussion but the thought of stressing you out over something so ridiculous upset him.

“What’s happening?” You cooed, pressing a kiss into his neck as he wrapped his arms from behind around your shoulders in front of you.

“It’s fine, yeah? Just have to do this with Tyler. Sort some things out.” He cooed whispering in your ear, placing a kiss over it when he stopped.

Tyler had moved to the couch, Trent sat down on the other side, you stood awkwardly unable to move paralyzed by the possibilities. You suddenly felt sick and not from the alcohol that was seeping out of your pores now from last night. God, you needed to shower.

The boys explained the media frenzy occurring and you stood there in front of them. Shocked. Trent played with your limp fingers hanging at your side when you finally started coming back from the sudden drop in blood flow in your body. They showed you what had come out, scrolling quickly sparring you in the finer details, the comments you would inevitably read. Tyler called Trent’s manager and put it on speaker. He laughed when he greeted the boys so it lightened the heavy weight pulling on your heart at the moment that they were able to feel so relaxed with this going on.

“Well, there’s nothing… What am I meant to say? I don’t have to say shit to them…” Trent stumbled over his thoughts still tired, a little annoyed this was happening.

“It’s a ‘no comment’ situation, we knew this would happen. We just have to kill the more cynical narratives being put out there.” He paused, blowing some air out of his mouth. “The ‘Trent is a piece of shit, he’s a womanizer, drunk, throwing his career away,’ the whole lot and then obviously the Y/N specific stuff.” Tyler spoke more composed, seeming to have some sort of plan in place, prepared for this which didn’t surprise you but the ‘Y/N specific stuff’ comment caught you off guard. Trent hummed at it with some sort of agreement or remembrance like this was done before. You were out of the loop.

“It’s great you have to do press before the fixture this weekend.” Trent’s manager laughed sarcastically.

“Oh fuck” Trent said dropping his head in his hands. “Nah, honestly. Why do they even carreee” he groaned, falling back into the couch. The boys kept discussing more logistical things; statements, image rights, contacting the club.

“Can I go shower or do you need me?” You whispered pulling at Trent’s arm.

“You’re fine, baby. Come back down when you're done.” He kissed your temple. You got up and Trent mouthed where you were going to Tyler not to interrupt his sentence but to still fill him in. When you went to turn the water on in the bathroom you felt like you had been slapped in the face with the memory of your and Trent’s words in bed last night.

“Holy fuck” you expressed out loud. You turned the water a little colder to try to forget it, reset, there was too much going on, your head was pounding. You stood under the shower head and felt really naked. Obviously. But you felt naked that so many people had seen you in compromising positions, had opinions about you, a million questions blooming. The water droplets raced down your chest as you looked down, each one running over your skin with a thought.

‘He’s such a fuck boy and no one calls him out… the tequila photo, what a slag!’

‘What’s this girls name? Need to stalk immediately.’

‘How did this all go on and we had no idea. So confused.’

‘So obvious she’s in it for the money’

‘Where do these players even find girls like this?’

When you eventually got yourself pulled together you came downstairs going to the kitchen to get water first while you tried to listen to where the conversation had progressed to. You needed to overhear what was being said before you went back not wanting to get involved.

It was all fine. A little invasive? Definitely, but it was the life he chose and you in turn were now choosing. Nothing you could do. You figured it was okay to go back at this stage so you quietly crept back into the living room, not saying a word. You tucked yourself on the couch in between Trent’s legs leaning back on his chest. He engulfed you feeling your warm skin against his. It wasn’t a big deal. People could say what they wanted. It wasn’t going to change the way you felt about each other. It didn’t affect his performance capabilities. It bothered you for sure when people made incorrect or negative assumptions but that’s what was going to happen. Tyler gave you a smile as he continued speaking, reassuring your thoughts that this was ultimately fine, just a little uncomfortable as you began to zone out, the boys voices fading to murmurs.

“Baby?” Trent cooed his cheek coming to press against yours. “Hmm?” He questioned you but you had no idea what he was talking about.

“Sorry?” You shook your head trying to catch up.

“Did you want to release anything?” Tyler asked, leaning towards you a little.

“Release what?” This was all foreign for you to begin with so being asked to do things like this was over your head. Trent’s manager laughed a little.

“Like… Do you want to come out and say something, correct anyone, come out I guess to the public, information maybe, whatever you want?” Trent translated softly as his hands ran up and down your thighs.

“Oh… do you want that?” you turned to ask him but his face was so close to yours already you couldn’t really see him.

“Baby, that’s for you to decide this time. It’s your decision.” He pressed his lips to your cheek trying to be gentle but also explain that you, specifically, had to answer.

“Erm.. no.” You placed your hand over Trent’s. “I don’t think so, they can talk. It’s not like I want to ‘hide’ necessarily” you air quoted the word leaning forward to create space between you and Trent to look back and see his reaction. “but… it’s not really for strangers is it? I don’t have to, right?”

“No, you're fine not saying anything.” Tyler understood your reasoning, so did Trent. They assumed that’d be your response but wanted to give you the space to choose otherwise.

“Can I keep my instagram?” You interrupted the conversation that had carried on.

“Yeah, course. It’s fine.” Trent kissed one cheek again. It was sweet but you looked at Tyler for his answer. Trent said yes to everything you asked, it didn’t carry the same weight right now. Tyler nodded. “Told you so” Trent kissed you again. You had your same Instagram still. You had about 5,000 followers. It was small. It was harmless. There were no feed posts with Trent too obviously in them. You’d post stories with him, your friends and family, people you actually knew followed you, you could easily deduce that you were seeing him but there wasn’t really an easy paper trail to find or get to the account. You didn’t care anyhow, it was public. You wanted to ask though because it felt relevant and it was also your way of keeping some sliver of your normal life but you guess things changed slightly when the comments under your posts had verified blue check marks but other than that it was the same.

You leaned back again to cuddle into Trent’s chest and mentally checked out of the conversation now that your decision was made and your question answered. You would probably barade Trent with more questions later but right now… this was fine. You scrolled aimlessly on Trent’s phone looking at a folder of images from a gossip agency that sold photos from the night out.

“This one’s kind of cute.” You beamed nuzzling your head into his neck grabbing his attention.

“Yeah, baby.” He just yessed you. Tyler was less agreeable.

“Okay, no. We’re not pushing this.” He glared at you to basically shut up but the look still had a little love in it, relieved you weren't on the couch balling your eyes out right now.

You had zoned out again once you got bored of inspecting the photos. This was all a little nuts. It was the first time that people were writing full length articles about you. They didn’t even have your name and they had pulled all this crazy information out of thin air. It made you a little sick being so vulnerable.

The harsh slap of your thoughts you felt before your shower came crashing back. Trent’s hands were on your stomach and it had your brain going fuzzy and not in the way you thought it would. Your chest was warm. You could only imagine the onslaught of articles that would appear when you got pregnant. Jesus, did you want that? ‘When’ you get pregnant like it was set in stone. You rolled your eyes at the self inflicted chaos ensuing in your head.

The call was slowing down. They had kind of pieced together this idea that the England international team was released for the fast approaching Euros. When news sources were gathering images to use in the coverage the latest uploads from paparazzi cameras last night appeared. It was how the site you had been browsing worked. You could search for images taken by the agency and news outlets able to pay for them after the fact. There was a lot of debate about who made the team though, Trent, ever the hot topic, so there was growing interest and searches of his name and in turn that had all shifted to you.

‘This isn’t news… catch up. She’s been around the team for ages’

‘This woman is at every game of his, obviously a long term thing’

‘Can’t wait to see is she goes the the Euros’

‘100% a one night stand, she’s holding on to him for dear life’

‘How do we know nothing about this girl like TAA lets us in brother’

You saw one comment and laughed… showing the phone screen to Trent. It was a lyric from the ‘Brum Boy or Scouser’ song that seemed to ever haunt you.

‘Got there girls acting naughty, one night stand and she still tryna call me lol’

You giggled so Trent did too, more at your little laugh than the actual comment. He still wasn’t sold on the song but the memory of New York years ago made him happy.

“Alright that’s enough. You two are fine?” Tyler asked, standing up. He didn’t need to be annoyed with you two cuddling on the couch while he tried to iron out remaining bits of the situation you didn’t have a say in.

“All good bro. Thank you.” Trent said fist bumping his brother, he was also genuinely thankful for how Tyler handled these things.

The Euro’s were rapidly approaching, Trent having to leave for England training soon, his days busy with workouts and media. Your days blurred directly after the articles came out and him not being around as much didn’t help. There was a lot of focus and attention on you and it caused you to disconnect. You were being papped so often around the city. Articles continued to come out. You had gone to get food with Marcel one day and it resulted in another media onslaught. You wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt of Trent’s. The actual media coverage was pointless, the frenzy really ensued in the comments when people noticed bruises and love bites on the side of your neck and once to your delight now your embarrassment, on your inner thighs. People had a field day dissecting your sex life. You didn’t want to be on your phone anymore. It had become too much, you weren’t used to this. Sure, some people's interest was sweet and thought more positively of you but an overwhelming amount was just criticism and hate. You hadn’t even responded to any of your friends or families texts in days. To be honest, you didn’t even know where your phone was.

“Ignoring me, huh?” Trent said, waking into the kitchen one late morning. He had a day off and given the recent fixation on you, you two opted to just stay home.

“What?” You looked up from the now cold cup of tea you were swirling a spoon in. You didn’t realize you had been doing that since it was hot.

“I texted you asking for water, baby” he kissed your temple walking past you to grab one.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry T, I would've gotten you one. I don't have my phone.” Your eyes pooled like a puppy looking at him actually feeling bad.

“I know, I found it” Holding it up in front of you before he pressed another kiss to your temple standing behind you caging your body against the counter, his chest pressed to your back. “Okay?” He rested his chin on your shoulder worried after seeing you isolate. He didn’t want to bother you, understanding this had been a lot to process, but he had been busy and he missed you. He didn’t accept your dismissal and definitely didn’t fall for your lies so he made you come with him back to the cinema room to spend some time together.

You laid in the dark room on his chest in a little bra top and biker shorts. Your one leg draped over his hips, Trent was just in a pair of sweats, his hands caressing your exposed skin on your back and shoulders. Your hands traced shapes mindlessly over him as you both stared at a football game, quiet. Your heart hurt a little missing him even though he was under you. You wanted him to pay attention to you. You slid your hand down his face and pulled his pouty bottom lip out with your thumb, exposing his pretty teeth, he was unphased, letting you manipulate him. You let his lip go and nuzzled your face into his neck. You left nothing but soft kisses and nibbles on his neck, working up to his jaw and back down his neck. Trent sighed in contentment with your lips on him, shutting his eyes disinterested in the match now.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” He asked, unable to ignore your touches knowing you wanted attention. He didn’t open his eyes though. He just slipped his hands from your lower back to knead your disappointedly currently covered ass.

“I have a question” you cooed with a little giggle. Trent’s heart started beating faster, well aware that neither of you had addressed the ‘pregnancy’ comments, avoiding it every time you had had sex since. The glow from the tv lit your face and he softened seeing more of you. He wasn't sure though if he should play it off or be honest if you asked about it right now.

“Hmm?” He hummed, waiting to see what you were going to ask.

“When you’re playing someone you know, like a friend, do you pretend you don’t know them, is it awkward?” You continued giggling.

“What are you on about?” He started laughing at your out of the blue question. For now, he guessed you were ignoring the comments so he would too. Your innocent question warmed his heart though. You were adorable. He just wanted to ignore all the shit going on and be with you. You were waiting for him to answer the original question so you sat up placing your hands in your lap, waiting patiently. His eyes lit up at how beautiful you looked.

“Hmm?” He hummed again squeezing your exposed waist pressing gross wet kisses against your skin. He missed you lately, you felt distant and he didn’t know if it was the baby topic or the news but he wanted to cheer you up.

“Ew!! You know what I mean!” You squealed attempting to wiggle out of his hold and get an answer but he was much stronger than you. He kept pressing dramatic kisses on you. You felt like a weight lifted as both your giggles filled the room.

“C’mere” he was trying to grab you but you were trying to get away from him jokingly but really, him, his kisses, his hands back on you right now was everything. It didn’t take long for him to catch you so he picked you up and placed you back where you were before. He quickly came to lay completely on top of you, crushing you with his weight. You loved this Trent. He was so childish, manhandling you ignoring how strong he was in comparison, he didn’t care about anything but the present, he wasn’t Trent Alexander-Arnold number 66 in Liverpool’s starting eleven, he was just yours for the moment. He was being ridiculous and it made you happy to see that big goofy smile come across his face as he giggled close to your face.

“Baby!” You breathed out heavily but your moan next to his ear had Trent brain shift gears almost immediately. He went from teasing you to becoming very aware he was on top of you, in control.

“No, tell me what you mean” he hovered over you, his arms pinning yours down against the couch above your head. Your chest rising and falling was more apparent on full display now. You felt small underneath him.

“No, T…” you said slow and sensual. Your brain transitioned too in your new position.

“No?” He cooed, leaning his face closer towards yours. The energy had shifted in the room

“No” you practically moaned, lifting your head a little to move towards his lips for a kiss, he met you half way and you gasped at the contact.

“Okay… gonna tell me what you want then?” He said pulling away from your lips for a moment resisting to kiss you till you answered him.

“No, don’t want anything from you” You giggled a little trying to play coy but he wasn’t having it.

“So you’re not the one drooling, staring at my dick right now?” He laughed. You hadn’t noticed that your gaze had dropped greedily to his hard length. You couldn’t even get a response out. You just smiled shyly.

“Why you going shy now baby? Hmm?” He said nuzzling into your neck as you tried to hide from him, turning your head. He used the arm not holding yours back to grab your chin and turn your face to him before his lips crashed into your again. His body pressed into yours, you could feel the hard cock you’d been staring at against your core.

“I’m not” you moaned, wanting to touch him but your hands struggled to break free under his hold.

“Baby” he paused, pressing his hips flush against yours. “So hard just for you, fuck, just for you.” He groaned

“I love you, T, fuck.. so much” you were desperate for him. He laid into you, his weight was heavy on top of you and love loved the pressure.

“Say it again” he whispered in your ear. His free hand ghosting over your body. It was an excruciating tease. His movement slowed when he pushed into you once more before he whispered again. “Say it again for me, baby.” He let go of your hands and you scrambled to grab at him, pulling his face to yours, kissing him hopelessly, tugging his clothes off frantically.

“I love you, forever, T.” You did. You were obsessed with him. Sometimes in moments like this it hit you how fucking crazy it was suddenly naked with him, your boyfriend, in the house you shared, in another country, it was absolutely mad. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about him fucking you the other night. You could hear him say it, it had been playing on a loop in your head for over a week.

“Make me a daddy, be a good girl and take it all of it f’me”

It made you practically orgaasm just thinking about it, his body on top of yours. His big hard cock brushed over you. You felt like you could scream. He was so hot on top of you, sometimes you forgot until it was happening. He looked down at you. His eyes glimmered, his full lips parted, you nodded to let him now you just wanted him inside you as soon as possible. His lips pulled into that cheeky beautiful grin that had you swooning when his cock brushed over your clit moving through your folds to push into your soaking wet pussy. Your back arched your hip’s instinctively coming forward to meet his. He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in falling into a hard and rough pace, silently telling you he was in charge. The air around you became increasingly thicker at how hot it was getting. He felt so good you couldn’t hold back a moan. The way the noise hit his ears made his stroke falter.. You had him on a leash you didn’t know you were holding. You controlled him with every move of your hips. Your whines had him folding. He was ready to give into anything you wanted. He took a deep breath pulling out for a moment to reset, trying to prolong this.

“T, baby, please, please I need you.” You were begging for him. He took a deep breath trying to gather himself before he gripped the fat of your ass so tight you let out uncontrollable whine.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He teased above you, that smile reappearing.

“I’m yours,” you whimpered, squeezing around nothing desperate for him. Trent pushed his finger in your mouth and you moaned around them. He took his now wet fingers from your mouth and dragged them down your body before his thumb rubbed your clit in harsh circles. .

“Be a good girl and tell me your mine.” He cooed as you were falling apart under him. You couldn’t get any words out only whines, you felt his thumb into your clit harder.

“Fuck! Fu-fuck T, I can’t.” Tears started to form on your lash line. Your eyes locked onto him in desperation to let you cum. He held your gaze before he slammed his length back inside you all at once. He started up a brutal pace, so much rougher than his previous one. You could feel every hard vein and ridge of it fucking into you. He consistently hit a spot so deep inside you that only he knew. You both moaned at the sensation. You couldn’t hold it together anymore.

“I know it feels good, baby, but you can do it. Tell me your mine.” He grunted through the words. You could tell in his voice he wasn’t far behind you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah fuck. T…Oh my god I’m yours. I’m yours.” You were crying. Tears rolling down your cheeks as your orgasm washed over you. You came all over his cock, Your slick covered his length as it dripped down your thighs. He continued to fuck into you relentlessly. “I’m yours, T.” You whined.

“Shit, shit, shit, gonna cum. Be a good girl and take all of it f’me.” It was a line similar to the one replaying in your head when you practically begged him to cum inside you to get you pregnant. A second orgasm came flooding in with the memory. All you could do is cry and moan his name while he fucked his cum into you, filling you up completely till it was leaking out of you. As he felt his cum seep out he couldn’t help but think about you asking for him to get you pregnant too. You were on birth control, you two definitely were not being the most careful but Trent didn’t mind if you actually ended up pregnant. In all honesty, that would be a dream for him. It was the ultimate way of marking you as his, and only his. You both were thinking about it and not saying a word but pretty happy with the idea.

You clung to his body breathing heavily whispering how much you loved him in his ear while your hand raked up his spine after his movements stilled and he collapsed on top of you. You stayed like that for ages until you heard an awfully familiar sound. Trent was softly snoring as he breathed on top of you. He rested his heavy head on your chest with his arms wrapped completely around your naked frame. His hair tickled your skin as he dozed off between your boobs. You let him stay like that a little longer, just happy to have him with you because he was going to be leaving for the tournament so soon. It was nearing dinner time and you wanted to make sure he didn’t fuck up his sleep schedule so you tried to wake him.

“T… baby” you cooed

“Hey…” you tried again, speaking softly.

“Pretty boy…” stroking your hand over his prominent cheek bone.

“Mmm” he groaned, moving a little on top of you. You thought he was going to get up but he just squeezed you tighter.

“No?” You giggled at how tired he was. “Okay.” You kissed him

“I love you Y/N so much” he said quietly, closing his eyes and humming in appreciation as you continued rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

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groupie love [ e. munson ]

summary : groupie love but made for eddie munson. inspiration taken from the song groupie love by lana del rey. interpretation is my own. apologies if it’s rushed!

a/n : finally i write for my lana month! and this wasn’t even meant for the first day, oopsies. oh well! link is here , you can request a song for a character (:

cw: afab!reader, f!reader, p in v unprotected, small oral (m receiving), dom!eddie, rockstar!eddie, groupie!reader, possessiveness, girl bringing down others if you glimpse, crushes, lowercase intentional, lover-ish story? gross french smooching!! jealousy, groupie culture. lmk if i missed anything!

on stage he’s electric. the sexual prowess unmatched. he’s fingering the strings of his guitar rapidly, earning moans of stringing chords. the crowd is wild, bumping you, shoving you. when his eyes aren’t focused on his baby, they’re on his other baby. you.

the crowd breeds admiration. a pool for love is all looked up at the band who’s center stage. literally. figuratively. it’s not rare for some jealousy to crawl into your heart, shoving people aside and away from you. payback for all their screams and flashes. you were too above such a level of neediness, cattiness. dignity is abandoned when the hems fly to their necks, breasts on sight for a bar to see. but your man is only a man at that, it’s only natural for his eyes to bulge. pop out at the lovely sights bestowed upon him.

the shows over in a few minutes. only two smiles were fluttered your way. a disappointing blow from last week's ten. is it a habit to count? perhaps. but habits make things feel natural. you’re all musty when you’re in the cold. behind the building the bricks cradle you, kiss the soft skin of your back. eddie doesn’t wait backstage anymore, his mind and cock too eager to meet up with you. you try to be a fleeting whirl of pleasure, but as always desperation gets in the way. your desperation for such a handsome lead singer tended to destroy your brilliant plans.

“howdy there, baby. you like the show?” and he’s all sweaty too. beads of sweat roll down from rosy cheeks to bring awareness to the cheeky grin he wears. arms are welcoming, comforting when they engulf you. the musk is fine, it’s eddie. his cologne has surrendered to the smoke the bar mothers. fiery bodies are connected when he inhales deeply, the fresh scent of your perfume brewing in his senses merrily.

you don’t speak at first, pressing yourself against him, “of course i liked the show. i always like the show, you know that.” of course he knows that. an ego needs its daily feed of course. again, he’s only a man.

lips end up on each other, like always. talk was minimal. everything needed to be physical. the kiss is heated, firing up by the way his hand squeezes a chunk of your ass. he eases his actions with a ginger tap. it’s dirty once his tongue begins to find its way in your mouth. brushing your bottom lip, entangling with yours. for added filth slaps against yours. it’s not exactly a turn on, but it’s filth. everything you two are built upon. his pretty girl filthy for him, that’s all that mattered. though a current matter was getting you into the hotel.

in the hotel room, the gallery of tits he was met with no longer lingered in his thoughts. only the fact you were under him, a moaning mess. the walls plugged their ears with the constant whimpers, “fuck eddie, fuck me harder. fucking need it.”

his fingers are tight around the thick of your thigh. nail beds ghost white with each grunt from each savage thrust. skin slaps against skin, complementing your pretty moans and his nasty low grunts, “you take me good baby, pretty pussy knows her owner, huh?”

“uh-huh,” you don’t have time for words now. not when you’re mind is adulterated by him slamming into you. his mind is only a tad preoccupied by the fact your tight cunt is milking him needily, no complaints on his part however.

fingers slither around your neck, his free hand that is. a tight grip is formed, but nothing to cut off air supply. your thrown-back head is yanked upwards, your hair draping down suddenly from the sides of your head, “and who the fuck does this pretty pussy belong to?”

“you! you you you you you-” it only can repeat. he’s a record, a broken one. but your broken one. sure he could be physically possessive, but who said you couldn’t be emotionally possessive? through your fit of helplessness, you’d eventually come undone. it’s heavy and hot, your nails clawing the muscular shoulders shaking above you. and once he feels you release he pulls out , his cock throbbing. he wants to cum in you, fill you up and breed you. but you aren’t ready, he isn’t ready. a small nod towards his aching dick and your hand wraps around it, pumping him quickly. you’ve propped yourself to your knees, your limp body would have to wait. and he’s close, you can tell by how his head is tilted back, his lips are parted.

“gonna, gonna cum, put your mouth on me princess, put that good mouth on me-” he doesn’t give you time usually. a facial typically is his way to go, but you eagerly wrap your lips around him instead. did this mean something? did he not want you all messy? not want you to go through the hassle of an irritated eye and having to wipe cum off? it had to be. just had to be. little things meant the most. little things were better than- and your knocked off your train of thought by the sensation of his cum shot down your throat.

swallowing, you then pull away. your lips smack before you speak, eyes all wide while your body relays back to its much wanted limp position. you’re back to flat on your back, legs spread, arms asleep beside you. an elegant flop is what occurred in his eyes. and for him, he believed it to be more than elegant. perhaps beautiful was a better suited word.

but once the goodbyes are said he’s out the door. and once he’s out the door you don’t see his face for another week. only, he promised he’d swing by tomorrow. but that promise was made a week ago. a promise is a promise. you knew that much.

eddie wouldn’t go this week without realizing his mistake. the mistake hollered at him when his eyes fell upon his marked up calendar. there was your name in bright red ink, circled on the date for tomorrow. the date he should’ve been at your place. guitar in one hand, chocolates in the other.

you were waiting the entire day for a man who didn’t show. a man who left you hanging. there’s a knock on the door though, the following day. it had to be eddie, one of the few people who knew of your true address. though you don’t greet him. a man who doesn’t obey his promises doesn’t deserve to be greeted. was he with someone else? was he fucking some other whore? you should be his only whore. his only pieces of ass.

“baby cakes, let me in. i’m so sorry- i blanked!” eddie’s like a whimpering dog outside your freezing door. pleading for your warmth through his knocks. no complying from you though, he forgot.

until, an idea dons upon you, “sing for me, eddie. sing for me, like i mean the world to you. pretend i mean the world to you.” singing in a complex surely had to be embarrassing, a hallway where anyone could walk by. anyone at any moment. disrupting piece was one thing, but disrupting people who had no business with you? that was something else.

however, pretending like you meant the world ot him wasn’t so hard to do. he didn’t have to pretend all that much. your wish became his command when his voice began to boom in the hallway, “you should’ve been gone, knowin’ how i, made you feel, AND, i should’ve been gone! after all your, words of steel.” his voice is fluttering powerfully throughout the shallow hall. steve perry had nothing on him. your mind couldn’t craft the idea of a cheekier, cheesier song. eddie goes on for a minute and you swear you can hear the rug tweak slightly with the shimmy of his hips for the chorus.

the song is finished. humiliation, over with. and the door? it opens. seeing your face brings a special sort of light to his. and seeing such a beautifully nude body certainly expands his grin.

“so, how was it?”

you can’t answer with words. succeeding just a smile is a grasp on his wrist, which helps you drag him back into the room. you could show him just how good it all was. stealing a glance back at the raven-haired rocker only prompts you with the sight of a squeal and beam. oh yeah, he couldn’t wait.

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HURT — a heeseung smau

005 || POOKS + written (0.6k)

⭐️🫧 in which losing a bet pushes you to the door of consequences with the school’s playboy, LEE HEESEUNG. “Ask him out to one of the biggest events at school.” Sadies. Does everything just stop here though, or does it all become tied with luv?

w !!. mentions of bruises. kys/die jokes. non proofread. getting into a fight. aspects of a fight mentioned. lmk if i missed anything! ignore time stamps - ☆

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After what seemed to be like forever since stepping foot on campus, you were greeted with the smiles of your friends after coming out of the principal's office where you and Haerin handled the silly mess she caused for you.

Outside the principal’s office was a bench, where Sakura and Danielle seemed to be waiting for you whom they had waited days to return to school.

Getting there, you shared 1 minute of gossip with them with Haerin behind you, laughing at how loud the three of you guys were, possibly attracting attention from the whole school.

Linking arms the 4 of you walk to class 2A, as the bell would be ringing in seconds.

Before entering, the loudest of sounds echoed from inside, to part of the hall your group was at.

Scared a little, you walk in, tugging onto the arms of your 3 other friends.

Entering, you were greeted with screams and cheers.

“YNNNN you’re back.” “WE MISSED YOU OMG.”

The atmosphere was all great until your seat in the class looked different.

It wasn’t just different.

It was very different. A female individual was sitting in it. From the shrugs of everyone in the class, the female must’ve been the new student Gyuvin was filling you in on earlier.

The seat was still clearly yours even after a period of absence. As if it wasn’t, your name tag would’ve been ripped off. You had your ideas and priorities straight, so you decided to go talk to her about possibly moving somewhere else before the teacher came.

You leave your friends behind and approach her.

From her nametag, her name was Seoyoung.

“Seoyoung!”

She rolled her eyes at you. “What?!”

“Um, I think you have the wrong seat. The roster says your seats over there near the bookshelf.”

“So? I know. But what if I chose to sit here? Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I think I have every right to do so. I’m the class president.”

“No, you’re not. Back off.”

“Get out of my seat then.”

She doesn’t reply to you this time, but rather she gets up out of your seat. As you thought she was giving you back your seat she takes her hand out of her pocket, grabbing your hair.

As she drags you to the wall, the sounds of footsteps rang in your ears.

She gets her other hand out ready to do something until a male hand stops her on time.

The male was tall with an added feature of a pair of broad shoulders between his slim but muscular figure with a slight perm between his purple hair.

“What are you doing to her?”

It was Lee Heeseung.

Seoyoung yelped. “Let go of me!”

Just as she had done so, a man, a buff one, had walked in. Raising his voice on both of you and Heeseung.

“What are you doing to my girlfriend?”

Those words were nothing but the start of a fight that had broken out between the individual and Heeseung.

The more the grunts, the more the bruises that would come up. You would try to help break up the fight, but nothing had worked.

You were already stressed until you heard the footsteps of your homeroom teacher come in. You had already had a bad reputation with what Haerin had accused you of and either way, you weren’t gonna risk it.

You grabbed Heeseung’s hand, signaling him to get out of the fight because the teacher was coming.

You guys ran across the halls, and even into the courtyard, finding a safe place to hide.

As he looked into the distance to see if anyone was coming, you looked at him, deeply at his bruises, wondering why he would do such a thing when you both were just classmates.

Finding his gaze back to you, he looks at you asking if you are okay or not.

You shoot him a weak smile.

“I’m more than ok. I think I should be asking YOU that instead.”

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emmylubooks · 2 years

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hiii! can you write a cam cameron x reader where they are baking together? thank you!

Hi! Okay so first I’ve actually never written a y/n style Fic so if it’s bad please don’t use that as judgment for my writing… second! If you love Cam Cameron you should totally read my fanfic that I have linked in almost all my other posts. It’s also super short because I didn’t know if you wanted it quick or detailed 😭 if you want more lmk

But let’s get into it.

Flour is better than Flowers

“What the heck are you doing?” you ask Cam as he comes into your house with an arm full of bags.

He sets them on the counter and walks over to you on the couch, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “Well, y/n/n we are making cookies for your birthday today because I’m lame and have a baseball game on your birthday.”

You never thought anything of Cameron missing your birthday. It kind of sucked at first but you didn’t mind.

“You’d do that for me?” You ask, shocked at how perfect one boy could be.

He walks around the couch and pulls you gently by you hands. When you are standing he pulls you to his chest and mumbles “I’d do anything for you” into your hair. Shivers spread across your entire body at the five words from your boyfriend.

You walk hand-in-hand the short distance to the kitchen before you sit on a bar stool to watch Cam bake.

“Hey now,” he laughs as he takes the ingredients out of the bags. You quikly notice that there aren’t any boxed mixes or premade cookie dough so he is doing this all from scratch. “You’re helping, beautiful.”

“If it’s for my birthday, I think part of the present should be getting to watch the master chef at work,” you tease.

He shakes his head and starts measuring flour into a bowl, looking over at his phone for the recipe. You tried to hold your ground, watching and letting him do all the work but it only made you want to be closer to him. You get off your stool and walk over to him.

“Oh now we want to help,” he asks opening the bag of chocolate chips. “It’s all done other than these.”

You look down at some of the flour he spilt on the counter and tap it on his nose. He looks at you and laughs. “y/n y/l/n what was that for?” he asks sicking both of his hands in the flour and softly grabbing your face to plant a kiss on your lips.

You both can’t stop laughing as you are covered in the flour. And as much as you would love to keep the game going, you are not about to get in trouble with your mom for messing up her kitchen.

As you start to dump the chocolate chips into the dough Cam stops you by placing his hand on yours. He takes the chips and dumps a few of them into a bowl.

“A snack for while we wait.”

#cam cameron #its not summer without you #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #tsitp fanfic #we’ll always have summer #cam cameron x oc #team cam cameron

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eyndr-stories · 2 years

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Chester and the Jesters (FNAF SB fanfic) C8 - Ghosts

In Summary:

The new tech sure does seem a little strange. Chester (at least, that's what their name tag says) doesn't seem as concerned as they should be about the high turnover rate here at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, or the numerous rumors about what happens to people who take the night shift. And to make matters worse, there seems to be some kind of criminal on the loose! The cops say they think the criminal is hiding out in the woods somewhere near the pizza-plex. Stress is high at the plex these days, but Chester is stoic as ever. Say, come to think of it, no one can seem to remember where Chester's application went or who they interviewed with. Their employee file is misplaced or missing just like everything else in this place. But the new tech does a good job completing their tasks, and has their own badge and everything, so of course they must belong here. It's not like someone would sneak into the plex and go this far out of their way to impersonate a low level technician. Right??

Things To Know (always read responsibly!):

Biggest warnings are for blood, death, knives, murder, the police, violence, also the OC is at one point hit by lightning. All fun stuff

About 70,000 words in total, 9 chapters, so roughly like. 7,500 words per chapter

This is an OC story, not a reader insert or a self insert! But if you want to imagine otherwise be my guest lol

Angst, fluff

OC x Sun & Moon, there's romance but zero spice

Occasional swearing

Heavy focus on Sun and Moon but most of the rest of the gang is there too :)

Afton doesn't exist, sorry peepaw, Vanessa is here but she's very chill. She's a kickass gamer girl lmao

Moon does an attempted murder but its fine. He's just a lil guy ok

OC uses they/them and also sign language most of the time

Impersonation, lying. There's also manipulation. Yall I wasn't kidding about the angst

There's also a lot of focus on how they're all robots, very cool robots with feelings lol

That's all I can think of, as always please lmk if I should add anything!

Ao3 Link: Right here!

Start reading here: Chapter 1

Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

C8 - Ghosts

"Are you lost?"

Chester jumped, nearly dropping their faz-phone. They turned to see Moon standing a ways behind them. How he'd snuck up on them with all those bells on his costume was beyond them.

"Sort of, actually. Usually the building helps me out, but it doesn't seem to be in the mood tonight." Chester looked back down at the map. They scowled, realizing the hallways had changed around once again.

"Want some company?" Moon asked quietly.

"Sure." Chester smiled at Moon. "Maybe you can help me find my way to Mazercise? Apparently one of the rotating walls is acting up."

Moon hummed. He stepped a little closer, folding his hands behind his back. "For starters. We're not even on the right floor. Mazercise is on the top level."

"Ah. Of course. Go figure, as they say." Chester pocketed the phone and made their way back down the hall they'd just come from. They'd passed the food court a moment ago, and they knew the elevators were there. "So… I talked to mister Baxter again, since we last hung out. He said the daycare should go back to normal any day now, they're just waiting for the go-ahead from upper management. Apparently there haven't been any more issues with employee profiles going missing. I think maybe the building realized messing with the profiles was causing glitches and decided to stop. So no more glitches or errors! Everything back to normal. That's exciting, right?"

"Yes. That's good news." Moon focused ahead as he kept pace with Chester, keeping a safe distance between them. "You should talk to Sun about that."

"I will, I'm sure he's excited."

"No Hawaiian shirt tonight. Not feeling the summer vibes?" Moon asked.

Chester smiled. "I'm on the clock again tonight. Company time, not island time."

"I like the other shirt better. This one is boring." Moon spun his faceplate at Chester.

"At least it's better than being a full time jester." Chester flicked one of the bells at the end of Moon's little jester cape.

Moon put a hand to his chest and gasped in mock offence. Chester laughed as they reached the elevators.

The food court was mostly quiet, save for the very quiet hush of rainfall echoing down from above. Chester hit the call button for the elevator. The lights flickered, all at once, just for a moment.

"…You don't think the storm will knock the power out while we're in the elevator, do you?" Chester asked.

"Would you rather use the stairs?" Moon offered.

Chester glanced down the walkway, where the stairs were. They imagined having to struggle up two flights of stairs, in front of Moon no less, and frowned.

The elevator arrived a moment later. "I'll take my chances." Chester stepped inside, holding the door open for Moon.

Moon stepped inside, leaning against the back corner. Chester hit the button for the top floor. The doors slid shut, and the elevator started to move. The speakers crackled to life overhead, but it seemed something had gone amiss during the power shortage, as they started churning out a god awful ringing noise instead of funky pop music.

The ringing clashed horribly with the constant ringing in Chester's ears. They clapped their hands over their ears, their face screwing up in pain.

Moon moved in a flash, reaching up and grabbing the speaker's covering. He wrenched it free from the ceiling effortlessly, sending small screws raining down to the floor, then grabbed the exposed speaker and ripped it out. The ringing noise ceased at once.

Chester stared wide eyed at the speaker in Moon's hand. Moon stared at it as well, as if he was surprised to see it there.

"…Sorry." Moon turned the mangled speaker over in his hands, unsure what to do with it now.

"Why did you do that?" Chester questioned. They frowned, realizing that they would most likely be the one repairing the elevator's speaker.

"It seemed to be hurting you," Moon said quietly. He awkwardly bent down and set the speaker on the floor.

"Oh. Yeah, the ringing didn't seem to agree with my tinnitus." Chester touched their ear.

"You have tinnitus?" Moon tilted his head, causing the bell at the end of his nightcap to jingle.

"Yeah, ever since I got hit by lightning." Chester sighed, recalling that fateful night. The ringing had faded slightly after the first few minutes, but now it was a near constant. "It's not too bad, I only really notice it when it's quiet."

"You were hit by lightning?!" Moon's hands twitched. They lifted slightly towards Chester, like he wanted to grab them and look them over for damage. Moon kept his hands at his sides, instead opting to run a scan on Chester, the blue light coming on in his eyes.

"It was a while ago, I'm fine now." Chester waved him off.

The elevator doors opened. Chester picked up the damaged speaker and the covering, and all the screws they could find. They piled everything onto the covering and followed Moon out of the elevator.

Chester did their best to put that night out of mind. The storm pounding on the rooftop of the building wasn't helping. They wanted to pretend like everything was just fine, like they were meant to be here. There was guilt that came with that. Chester hated lying. But while the cops were still here, there wasn't much they could do, and so pretending seemed to be the easiest thing they could do to not feel miserable.

A thought occurred to Chester. With the storm raging as badly as it was… they might be able to sneak out of the plex without being noticed. Using the storm as a cover, they could run. They wouldn't need to pretend anymore, if they left.

"Are you mad about the speaker?" Moon asked.

Chester startled from their thoughts. They looked at Moon. "Oh, no, I'm not mad. Sorry, I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"Nothing. Are we heading the right way?? I'm not even sure." Chester glanced at an arcade as they passed.

"We are. It's not far, just at the end of this hall." Moon studied Chester for a moment.

Chester kept their gaze straight ahead. They kept thinking about leaving. What would everyone think if they suddenly disappeared? They'd be leaving all the techs in the lurch, vanishing without a two weeks notice. Chester thought about how much they'd miss talking with Vanessa about video games and ghosts. They'd miss playing games with Sun and listening to him ramble about the kids, miss watching him be silly just to make them laugh. They'd miss hanging out with Moon, too. They'd miss his ever gentle consideration of them and their safety, his light teasing, and even his nosy questions.

"Moon… what would you do if I suddenly wasn't here anymore?" Chester signed slowly.

Moon hesitated. "…What do you mean?"

"If I… left. Quit. Got a different job somewhere else."

"…I would be a lot lonelier." Moon pulled at the ribbons on his wrists. "I would… miss you."

Chester looked up at Moon. They hadn't been expecting that. "You would?"

Moon tugged the rim of his nightcap down, half covering his eyes as he angled his faceplate away from Chester. "Why are you leaving, anyways?"

"It was just a hypothetical thought."

"Why would you want to leave?" Moon asked. "Hypothetically."

"I just…" Chester's hand stalled as they reached Mazercise. Chica's likeliness was featured on the sign above the door, though she was dressed in colorful workout clothes and sweat bands. The neon lettering of the sign cast an intense green glow over Chester and Moon. Chester set the speaker and associated parts down by the doorway, then turned back to Moon. "I just feel like I shouldn't be here."

"Why?" Moon asked.

Chester wanted to tell him. They really wanted to tell him everything. The guilt of it all was slowly crushing them, and they weren't sure how much longer they could stay here and keep pretending. At this point, the longer they stayed the more likely it was that someone would eventually figure them out. When they finally started putting people back on the night shift, and Chester would have to worry about someone actually watching the security cameras. They couldn’t conceal sneaking off to hide in the daycare forever.

Still… at this point, Chester had been lying to everyone here, to Sun and Moon, for almost two months now. They couldn't just drop the truth after all this time.

Moon was looking at Chester, waiting for their reply. Chester didn't have one for him. There wasn't much they could say that would be satisfactory. They had to say something.

Just then, the lights flickered out, neon signs dying out to total darkness. They stayed out for a long moment. The silence was heavier, now without the faint background hum of electricity. There was still the hush of rainfall, and the ringing in Chester's ears. After waiting a solid ten seconds, Chester started to fumble for their flashlight. They felt Moon's hand on theirs, stopping them. He gently turned their hand over and lightly, very lightly, signed letters against their palm.

INTRUDER.

Chester suddenly couldn't breathe. Moon had figured them out, he'd somehow seen right through them. But… no, he wasn't trying to detain them or anything.

…He'd been warning them.

There was a loud click, and all the signs powered back on. Chester looked around, eyes wide against the heavy shadows between signs and vending machines and ATMs. There was a figure at the end of the hall.

Moon stood there, entirely still besides a constant tremble. His gaze was fixed on the figure. The figure turned and paused. They'd spotted Chester and Moon. They started walking towards them slowly, footsteps heavy.

As they neared, Chester could see the figure was dripping wet. They must have gotten in from outside. Chester felt an uncomfortable slow dread building with every footstep that the stranger neared. The figure was familiar. Why were they familiar?

Chester got their answer, though they didn't like it.

"Finally." The stranger staggered closer, reaching a hand in his pocket. "Two months. For two months I've been trying to hunt you down. It was hard enough, seeing as your coward ass vanished off the face of the fucking earth, but with the cops out in the woods too?! But then, by some stroke of luck, I see your stupid face, hanging out on the roof of this place, and it all makes sense. Of course you'd hide out here, right under the cop's noses. After two months, all I had to do was wait for an opportunity to break in, and here you are." He laughed. He stepped closer, the light of a vending machine casting a cold blue glow over half of his form, drenching the rest in sharp shadows.

"Anthony… I thought you were dead," Chester whispered. It was all they could think. They could hardly believe their eyes. "Mister Joseph, is he…?"

Anthony scoffed. "Big boss Joe is dead as dirt. I wouldn't be so worried about him, if I were you."

"Why are you here?? Why go through all the trouble to find me?" Chester questioned. "How are you even still alive?!"

"You think I'm gonna let you get away with what you did? After you cost me everything?! No. I'm gonna get the revenge I deserve." Anthony pulled his hand from his pocket, taking a long knife out with it. He twirled it once and smiled. "I'm gonna gut you like a fucking fish."

Anthony took another step forwards, now barely ten feet away. He stepped into the harsh green light of the Mazercise sign. The light illuminated his mud stained clothes, his torn jacket, ratty hair, and the long scar on his face. Anthony tapped the scar. "Turns out, this was my saving grace. Cops assumed I was dead, what with how much blood there was. I guess you did too, eh? No need to keep a close eye on a corpse. I snuck out of there and tried to find your trail, but the cops were already after you so I laid low and bid my time. Looks like it all paid off."

"Chester… what is going on." Moon's voice startled Chester, despite how quiet he was.

Chester paled. They couldn't imagine any of this looked good for them. They looked at Moon, who was staring at them carefully. His posture was tense, and he'd started to shy away from Chester. Chester's heart fell at the sight. This was everything they didn't want. How had everything gone so bad so quickly? "Moon, I-I'm sorry, I-"

"What the hell is this clown? Some kinda robot?" Anthony frowned at Moon.

Chester quickly stepped in front of Moon. "Don't worry about him. Anthony, you don't have to do this. Please, just leave. You know I can't tell the cops you were here, I'd be putting myself at risk."

"Maybe you can't." Anthony's eyes narrowed at Moon. "But he can. Even if I was willing to let you walk away after what you did, which I'm not. I've never stabbed a robot before. I imagine it works the same." Anthony took another step forwards.

Chester panicked. They couldn't let Moon get hurt. He wasn't a part of this, Chester wanted desperately to keep him out of this, though they knew deep down that there was no going back from any of this. Anthony had said too much. The lie was over. Everything was over. Chester's whole world was crashing down around them. The least they could do was keep Moon from getting hurt.

Anthony looked ready to lunge. Chester moved before he could, surprising him when they charged for him. They tried to tackle him, but Anthony was much bigger than they were, and they only managed to shove him back a few stumbling steps. Anthony reared back the knife and swung. Chester had been ready for this though, and they dodged. They balled their hands into fists and started swinging, trying to move Anthony back away from Moon more than anything.

Anthony took two hits before dodging back out of range, though he didn't seem very phased by Chester's lackluster punches. Chester advanced again, winding back for a heavier punch. Anthony kicked out as Chester stepped forwards, nailing them in the gut before they could move out of the way. Chester landed on their back, the wind entirely knocked out of them. They gasped for air and struggled to get back up, but Anthony was already over them. He had that same dead set look in his eye that he'd had the night Chester came to the plex. He brought his knife down on them without hesitation.

Chester was ashamed to admit that they'd closed their eyes. They'd done it completely on reflex. Anthony's scarred and resolute face burned the backs of their eyelids.

…Nothing happened.

Anthony yelled. Chester opened their eyes.

Moon was standing over them, his shaking hand gripping Anthony's wrist. Anthony was struggling to pull free. Moon was towering tall, no longer hunched over or trying to be small, his height surpassing Anthony's easily.

"Transgressor. You are being detained. Do not struggle," Moon said.

Chester sat up just in time to see Anthony drop the knife from his restrained hand, only to catch it with the other. It happened so fast, there was nothing Chester could do to stop it.

Anthony stabbed the knife into Moon's chest once, twice, before Moon managed to grab his other hand.

Moon wavered and groaned horribly, the sound drenched in static. Still, he held Anthony tightly.

Chester got out their flashlight. They cracked it over the back of Anthony's head. Anthony instantly went limp in Moon's grip.

Moon dropped Anthony, who crumpled to the ground, then turned his gaze down to inspect the damage. His hands hovered near the gashes in his casing, like he wasn't sure what to do.

"Oh, god. Oh, god." Chester dropped their flashlight.

"I'mmm going toooo shut dooown. Batteryyy compromiiiiised," Moon hissed out. "Chesterrr. I…" The lights in Moon's eyes went out. He tipped backwards.

Chester leapt forwards, but they weren't strong enough to keep Moon from falling. They managed to slow his descent.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Chester kept repeating, their voice hoarse. Their hands were shaking horribly. They couldn't look away from the gashes.

"What in the world is all this racket?!"

Chester felt the ground rumble with heavy footfalls. They looked up to see Monty approaching. He hurried forwards, once he caught sight of the scene.

"Monty." Chester focused. "Help, please, I need to get Moon to parts and service."

Monty nodded. "What about this guy?" He looked at Anthony's unconscious form.

"After we get Moon to parts and service, you should get the police. They're right outside in the parking lot," Chester said.

"Right. Okay." Monty carefully picked up Moon. He moved as fast as his heavy metal legs could carry him. Chester kept pace with him.

They found the door to parts and service, inexplicably, on the main floor, right at the bottom of the stairs. Chester ran through, muttering breathless 'thank you's, and booted the computer up while Monty set Moon down on the table inside the repair chamber.

"You need anything else before I take care of that intruder?" Monty asked.

"No, thank you." Chester was already hurrying into the repair chamber. The computer listed off a small number of urgent warnings about Moon's battery, ushering Chester to remove and replace it quickly. The computer also helpfully warned of imminent total system failure, if Chester couldn't get the battery replaced in time. With the battery out of commission, there was nothing running the cooling vents. If Chester couldn't get things powered back up fast enough, the building heat would cause permanent damage to things in Moon's head that Chester couldn't fix or replace.

Monty nodded and hurried off while Chester got to work. Chester willed their shaking hands to cooperate as they removed Moon's damaged casing. There were, both strangely and irritatingly enough, two layers of thin plastic casing. The lower layer was painted a light yellow. Chester tossed all the casing aside and winced as they spotted damaged wires along with the battery, which was not only dislodged but split open and leaking battery acid everywhere. Chester fumbled with their tools, nearly dropping them. They took a shaky breath and held it as they quickly disconnected the battery. They started to reach for the battery but paused, realizing it was covered in acid and very much not safe to touch. They needed their hands in tact and in working order. Chester swore and set their tools aside. They pulled off their work shirt, wrapping the battery with it before pulling it free. They tossed the battery in the corner and wiped up as much of the acid as they could with their shirt before tossing it with the battery. They grabbed their faz-phone, then tore off in search of the replacement battery. They ignored the other things on the list for now, since nothing else was anywhere near as pressing, things like proximity sensors and light level sensors and Moon's damaged eye.

Chester gripped the battery tightly as they ran back to Moon. Moon's faceplate was warm to the touch. They had no idea how much time they had left. They didn't know if they were already too late.

Chester set the battery in place. They needed to plug everything back in, but they couldn't be sure they remembered which cables plugged into which ports. If they messed this up, they'd risk damaging Moon or the battery or both. They squeezed their eyes shut, trying to remember how it had looked before they'd disconnected the old battery.

They didn't know what they were doing. They hadn't found any diagrams of Moon's body. They'd seen ones for Sun, and they seemed pretty similar in design, but Chester hadn't even studied Sun's diagrams all that thoroughly. They hadn't gotten the chance, they'd misplaced their copy of the stupid technical book and hadn't been able to find it yet. They could grab the original copy from the employee stock room, but that wouldn't help Moon if his design differed from Sun's. They could try to work the computer, get the repair chamber to work, but they didn't know how to run anything more than hardware scans. They couldn't waste time with trial and error, plugging in commands until they got the machine to work, and they couldn't be sure they wouldn't hit the wrong option and mess something up in the process.

Chester stared down at Moon, their vision blurring as tears threatened to fall. They looked at Moon's faceplate, his eyes dim. Chester never would have thought they'd miss those red pinprick lights, yet here they were.

A horrible moment passed where Chester considered that Moon might actually die. He was going to die because Chester was an imposter and didn't really know how to fix him. He was going to die because Chester had come here in the first place, bringing the horrible things they were running from along with them. There was no one else here who knew how to fix him. Chester was all he had, and they weren't good enough. He was going to die because of Chester.

"Moon, I'm so sorry…" Chester reached towards Moon's face. The metal was uncomfortably warm. Fear spiked in Chester's core. They couldn't just stand here, they had to do something. If only they had more time to think, they just needed to think, they could figure something out…

Chester started to remove Moon's faceplate. The open air would slow down the process of overheating. Chester removed the faceplate covering. Moon's nightcap came with it, held in place by small magnets. Chester couldn't help feeling weird, holding his detached face in their hands. They quickly set it aside and focused, trying to think as they looked back to Moon.

Chester froze, eyes landing on the inner workings of Moon's head.

…There were seven orange triangles, currently retracted, sitting inside Moon's head.

Chester looked back down at the casing they'd tossed aside as realization dawned over them. Two sets of casing. One blue, one yellow. Both for one animatronic.

"I need to get to the employee stock room," they yelled. When they turned, they spotted an open door in the wall next the entrance. The light flickered on inside. Chester could see the shelf all the way at the back of the room, where all the technical books were. They ran for the books. They found the one labeled 'DAYCARE ATTENDANT' and ran back with it, already flipping through it.

Chester's mind was buzzing with questions, but they focused. They found the diagram they were looking for, detailing the inner components of the daycare attendant's torso. They compared the battery in the picture to the one in front of them and read over everything on the page mentioning the battery. Then they took a deep breath, and got to work.

Once the new battery was installed, Chester found a charging cord along the back wall of the chamber and plugged Moon in. they couldn't bear to sit around and just wait while the battery charged up and slowly started supplying power to everything again, so they took another look at their faz-phone and gathered up the remaining replacement parts. There were several wires to replace, as well as the mechanism that allowed the charging port covering to slide in and out of place. Chester worked slowly and carefully, referencing the technical book when they needed to. Finally, the only thing left was the tiny replacement ring for Moon's eye.

Chester looked back to Moon's head. Moon's head… Sun's head. Their head, both of them. They focused through the mix of surrealism at seeing them without their face, and the absolutely gob-smacked feeling of realization that they'd been the same bot the whole time.

Chester found a voice box, as well as a complex little music box, each key capable of being hit individually. There was another compact little box the diagram informed them was a smell receptor. Peeking out beneath fully retracted sun rays was a complicated and tightly packed mess of chips, thin little wires, and processors. The fans were situated just below all of this, currently kicked into high gear.

Chester focused on the eyes. They got out their tweezers, gripping the tool with both hands as they carefully removed the tiny ring. It wasn't even damaged, it had just been jostled loose. Chester set it neatly back in place. They quickly put Moon and Sun's face back on, shaking off the weird feeling as they did so.

With repairs completed, there wasn't much else to do but wait. Chester took all the damaged parts and tossed them down the disposal chute at the back of the room. They chucked their shirt down the chute with the old battery, barely remembering to grab their nametag off the shirt first. They stepped back into the repair chamber and looked down at… both of them. The fans were a lot quieter now. They hadn't booted back up yet, which worried Chester. They had to hope they hadn't been too late, that Sun and Moon just needed to be fully charged before they could turn back on.

Chester grabbed the technical book and leaned back against the wall. They studied while they waited, trying to keep busy.

They studied diagrams and descriptions detailing how, once the many light level sensors lining the daycare attendant's frame detected a drastic enough change in the lights, certain panels would pop inwards, allowing panels underneath to slide in place over them. There were compartments labeled 'costume piece storage', where Chester assumed things like Moon's night cap and Sun's scarf were stored.

Thinking back, Chester wasn't sure how they hadn't figured it out sooner. Between Sun's panic about the lights and Moon's caginess on the topic of him knowing Sun… a lot of things clicked into place in Chester's head. They still had a hundred more questions, like why they'd both kept this from Chester, and how they could even both be inside one animatronic. Reading over the technical book, it did seem intentional that the daycare attendant would follow different sets of programming depending on what 'setting' they were in, but whether they were meant to have two different AIs was unclear.

Chester set the book down and took a deep breath. They wondered if Monty had finished dealing with the police yet. They imagined Anthony waking up behind bars. That brought them a small bit of comfort, at least.

More than anything, Chester wanted Moon and Sun to wake up. Chester knew they had a lot of explaining to do once they did wake up, but they didn't care. They just wanted to be sure the both of them were alright. Chester needed them to be alright. If they weren't… Chester would loose both Moon and Sun, all at once. They weren't sure how they would even begin to cope with that.

Chester didn't have to suffer in waiting for much longer. Moon's red eyes glowed to life, and his hands went to his chest. His fingers drifted over the replaced paneling for a moment before he sat up. His eyes landed on Chester.

"…When I said I didn't like your shirt, I didn't mean for you to get rid of it," Moon said.

Chester felt like they were about to pass out. They were so relieved. Moon and Sun were alright, they'd woken back up, they were both okay. Chester felt the tears rushing back all at once. They started to cry before they could stop it.

Moon slid off the table, reaching for Chester. He paused, hands hesitating before he could reach them. Chester covered the distance, pulling Moon into a hug. They held him tightly and wept with relief. Moon slowly and gently settled his arms around Chester.

"Are you okay?" Chester asked, once they'd calmed down.

"I'm fine. System scan reads everything running normally," Moon assured.

"Sun's okay too?"

Moon paused. "…He's fine."

Chester pulled away. They took off their glasses and wiped their face. They took a few deep breaths before putting their glasses back on and facing Moon.

"Are you both listening?" Chester asked.

Moon nodded.

"Will you let me explain?" Chester asked next.

"Please do," Moon said. His tone was soft, patient.

Chester pulled in another deep breath. With steadier hands, they started to sign. This was it. No more secrets.

"About eight months ago now, everything changed for me when I lost my job. I couldn't find a new job anywhere. I never went to college, I don't have any connections anywhere. I sold most of my stuff, but the time eventually came when I wasn't able to pay my bills, and I lost my place. Mister Joseph found me down on my luck, not a penny to my name, and no other options. When he hired me on, I didn't dare think twice about it. I signed whatever paperwork he told me to, and when I started working for him, I did what he told me to, running errands for him and picking things up for him. But then he started telling me to do things I wasn't comfortable with. Weird things, like carrying packages from one secure location to another and taking weird out of the way routes. Delivering envelopes I wasn't allowed to look at to people I didn't know and never saw again. Eventually, mister Joseph had me start stealing things. Breaking into places. When I realized the money wasn't worth it, mister Joseph threatened me with the legal documents I'd signed. I'd signed everything away to him without a second thought, put my name on agreements for things I'd never even heard of. If I tried to leave, I'd be ruined. Mister Joseph assured me that if the cops didn't catch me, he would. Or rather, Anthony would. Anthony was mister Joseph's business partner. He did a lot of the dirtier work, from my understanding. He and I never got on well. He was always sizing me up like he was trying to decide how to best skin me and hide the evidence.

"I decided I had to get out of there. I didn't want to be a part of it, whatever was going on, and I resented helping the two of them as much as I already had. Mister Joseph was a careful guy. He kept all his important documents and papers locked up in his apartment. Unfortunately for him, I'd learned a lot of on the job skills, and managed to break into his apartment once I figured out where he lived. I snuck in, planning to steal and destroy all the paperwork I'd signed and make a break for it. That was two months ago. The night before I started working here.

"When I broke into the apartment, thing's didn't go quite to plan. It had become a habit, to check and be sure I was alone in a place before I made any noise. That habit probably saved my life, because I spotted Anthony waiting with a knife before he noticed I was there. He'd been waiting for mister Joseph to come home so he could kill him and be free to take all the money the two of them made for himself. When he saw that I'd seen him, we both knew that his cover had been blown, and I knew about his plans. So he tried to kill me. I put up a fight, but before I could get out of there mister Joseph came home. Seeing the commotion, he must have realized in some part what was going on. He pulled out his own knife as Anthony decided it was then or never and came for him. Everything happened so fast, I didn't have time to do anything.

"Anthony stabbed mister Joseph in the chest, and he fell to the floor. Then Anthony turned on me, planning to not leave any witnesses. We struggled, but Anthony was very good at his job. He was about to kill me, but mister Joseph had gotten back up. He attacked Anthony, slashed his face. Anthony stabbed him again, and they both fell. They were both still, and there was so much blood everywhere, and I was covered in it. With all the noise, the neighbors had called the police, and suddenly I was standing in the middle of a crime scene, the blood of two dead people all over my hands. My involvement was incriminating enough as it was, even if I could prove to the cops I hadn't murdered anyone. At that point I'd been doing all sorts of illegal stuff for mister Joseph for months. So… I ran.

"I made it here, to the pizza-plex. That's when I got hit by lightning. Or rather, the tree next to me did. The tree fell onto the roof of the building and I climbed over and snuck in through the roof entrance. I'd planned to just hide out in the building for a few hours, in a mall as big as this I knew I could hide if the cops tried to search it. I found the Hawaiian shirt and these pants in lost and found. I had to ditch my old clothes because they were covered in blood. I found my nametag in a storage locker. I ended up passing out in a supply closet full of spare uniforms, and when I woke up, it was day. So I put on a uniform as a disguise, and it worked a little too well. Everyone thought I was a tech. And since employee profiles get corrupted all the time, miss Garcia just had me fill out a paper form and signed off on it. And the cops were steaked out outside, and I didn't have anywhere else to go, so… I played along.

"This whole time, I've been lying to you both, and everyone else. I'm not a real technician. I'm just a fast learner. I've been lying this whole time, and I am so, so sorry."

When Chester finished, they felt equal parts relieved and terrified. At long last, they'd laid absolutely everything out, they'd come clean. They weren't sure how Moon and Sun would react, if they'd even believe them. They put their face in their hands, not daring to look up at Moon.

There was a long, dreadful moment of silence. Then, Moon gently pulled Chester's hands away from their face. His posture was open and relaxed as he held Chester's hands and looked down at them.

"All is forgiven. We forgive you," Moon said.

Chester stared up at him. Their eyes were threatening to tear up again. "What?"

"You are forgiven," Moon repeated. "For the lies and deception. We do not hold it against you in the slightest."

"Really?" Chester's voice wobbled, but they didn't pull their hands away to sign. "Aren't you guys mad at me?? I've been living a lie for months."

"We are not mad. You had to do this. Besides, we've been lying too," Moon said.

Chester had nearly forgotten about the revelation about Sun and Moon and all that entailed.

Moon went on. "We were scared, at first. When Anthony was talking to you, it sounded like you'd tried to kill him and mister Joseph. We knew you'd been hiding things, keeping secrets. We weren't sure what to think. But then I saw your face, and you looked so horrified, because you could see that we were scared. And I know what that feels like, to not want people to be scared of you. And we both know you, and you're always nice even when you don't have to be. And then you tried to protect us from Anthony, when he wanted to hurt us, even though he was going to hurt you. So we both decided we trusted you. And we believed you wouldn't be cruel on purpose. You are more than forgiven. You are accepted."

That did it. The tears started to fall again. Moon gently squeezed Chester's hands as they cried.

Chester felt like they were floating. They could barely process any of it, but the absolute relief they felt was overwhelming. They focused on Moon's hands, holding their own so gently. They squeezed his hands and took a few deep breaths.

"If you're ready… I believe we owe you an explanation as well," Moon said. "Sun and I agree it'd be best coming from him. I'll be turning on the lights, if that's alright."

Chester nodded. Moon started to move, but paused. He looked down at Chester's hands in his for a moment, then slowly withdrew. He left the chamber and went to the light switch on the far wall.

Moon raised a hand to the light switch. Chester stood just outside the repair chamber and watched, eyes wide in anticipation. Moon flipped the switch, and the overhead lights blazed to life.

Chester winced under the harsh fluorescents, struggling to keep their eyes open. They watched the change happen in moments, panels exchanging while Moon's jester cape was pulled into its storage compartment, small bars folding the fabric in neatly. The cape was replaced by Sun's scarf, pulled up from its compartment by a small arm that usually sat flush against their neck. Seven orange rays popped out of their slots along the edge of their head. The fabric of their pants seemed to change all on their own, the material apparently light sensitive, like the darker half of Sun and Moon's face, which was now a light orange under the bright lights. In no more than three seconds, Sun was standing there, facing the wall. Slowly, he turned to face Chester.

"Hello, dear." Sun waved awkwardly.

"I'm not upset with you. Or Moon," Chester assured him.

Sun stepped towards them. "Moon didn't say anything because I asked him not to. This was my secret," Sun started. His hands moved as he explained, gesturing with quick and big motions that made his bells jingle. "At first, I didn't want you to know about Moon because he wasn't allowed to be out, and Moon was… no one really understood why Moon had done those things to those other employees, not until you came along. And so I was worried Moon might hurt you, or frighten you. I didn't want you to know the truth because I thought, if you were scared of Moon, and you knew Moon and I were one and the same, then you would be scared of me too, and I can't tell you how much I didn't want that. And then you and Moon started to get closer, and then I couldn't tell you because I'd been lying to you this whole time! And so then if you knew, you might be mad at me for lying and keeping things from you, and I don't know what I'd do if you were mad at me, just the thought was scary. I even took those papers you printed out, the ones of our technical book. I didn't want you to read them and find out, and I'm really sorry about that. I know I should have told you, and I'm so sorry I didn't."

Chester stepped forwards and took Sun's jittery hands in theirs. "All is forgiven."

Sun raised his downcast faceplate apprehensively. "Really?"

Chester nodded. "Of course. How could I be mad when I was keeping secrets too?"

"Even so, just because you kept something from us doesn't mean I was allowed to keep things from you." Sun's rays slowly shrank halfway into his head.

"Well, I'm not mad. If anything, I'm just fascinated endlessly by the two of you. I have so many questions, like how the two of you share one body together, but I don't want to pry or make either of you uncomfortable."

"Oh?" Sun's rays popped back out. "Well, neither of us would mind answering your questions. So long as you wouldn't be bored of us after you've learned everything there is to know…"

"Bored of you??" Chester nearly laughed. "Sun, I just like to know how things work. I can't imagine ever not wanting to spend time with you and Moon, I really like talking to you two and joking around and just… being with you. I love your company, both of you."

Sun started to bounce from side to side. His sun rays popped in and out of his head one by one in circular fashion. "Really?? You really do? You mean it??"

"I do." Chester couldn't help but smile, thinking Sun was as cute as a button.

"Ohh. That’s. That makes us feel… it's like there's too much energy, like our battery can't hold it all! It's like when I'm charging and everything is so slow, but the opposite. It feels like… like everything is going to be okay. Is that silly?? Or weird?"

Chester shook their head. "Not at all."

"Oh, good! Well, I can tell you that Moon and I are very good at sharing. We used to be so good at sharing that it was hard to tell who was who… of course, that was back when it was hard to tell if we were anyone at all. It's still sort of complicated sometimes… We're different, and we run different code and programs, but we're also one and the same. We… we're one person, if that one person was two people. Wait, that doesn't make much sense. Maybe Moony can explain it better," Sun offered sheepishly.

"That's alright. So… you get along alright then?" Chester asked.

"We do! Not all the time, but we do our best." Sun hesitated, like he was debating on elaborating.

The double doors suddenly flew open, startling both Chester and Sun. Monty rushed in, pausing when he spotted Sun and Chester standing together in the middle of the room. Chester quickly released Sun's hands, awkwardly stuffing their fists in their pockets.

All at once, Chester remembered the events that had lead them here. That light giddy sort of feeling in their chest vanished. They still had unfinished business to attend to.

"You're alright!! It looks like Chester fixed you up," Monty said to Sun, sounding relieved. "The cops just left with the intruder. I explained everything I could and showed them the security footage. The only camera that was working was really far away, but they could make out enough to tell that the intruder guy definitely broke in and attacked you guys. The cops wanted to take your statement, but I told them you were busy fixing up this guy." Monty pointed a thumb towards Sun. He paused and looked at Sun. "I thought you were stuck in the daycare? Not to mention, I know the nighttime guy was out earlier…"

"Um!" Sun laughed nervously. "Well you see, the rule against letting Moony out was because of the issue with the employee forms going missing! And since Chester figured out how to fix everything, there wasn't an issue anymore, and so-"

"Relax, fella. I wasn't gonna rat you out or anything. That wouldn't be very rock n roll of me, now would it?" Monty winked. "I was just curious is all. I'm glad you were there to help Chester in any case. I wasn't even headed that direction before I heard all the commotion. If Chester had run into that intruder alone, I hate to think of what might have happened."

Sun let out a little static-tinged whine. He gripped Chester's shoulder tightly.

"But hey, now that everyone's okay," Monty turned his attention back to Chester. "You should probably get in contact with the cops and give them your statement. You probably need to talk to Rosa or Lance too, let them know what happened."

"Right…" Chester wondered if they could get away with telling no one anything. Their heart sunk as they realized something. Even though things had worked out alright with Sun and Moon, the trouble was far from over. Their days of masquerading as a technician might just be over. Even if they could manage to keep their secrets hidden from their managers and the authorities… they weren't sure if they wanted to. They were so tired of lying, of pretending. They didn't want to end up in jail, and they didn't want to loose their ill-gotten job. If they were fired… they might not ever be able to see Sun and Moon again.

With that realization, Chester was starting to feel a little sick. They had a lot to think about, it seemed.

Chester turned their attention back to Monty. "Thank you for all your help tonight, Monty. I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Anytime, rockstar." Monty flashed a grin. He pat Chester's head. "I'll see you losers around."

Monty left the room, leaving Sun and Chester alone once more.

"Would you like to go back to the daycare? There's a lot I want to work through and talk about," Chester offered.

"I'd love to, dear. Moon will have to escort you back, since all the lights will be out," Sun said. He quickly wrapped Chester up in a tight hug. "But not before I get a hug!!"

Chester smiled and hugged Sun back. They didn't want to think about whether or not this would be one of their last hugs from him.

Sun turned the lights back off, and Chester got to watch the transformation once more. Chester noted something they'd missed the first time- Moon's nightcap popped out of a compartment on his upper back, just enough for the magnets in the rim of the cap to catch on his head as it tilted back towards the cap.

Moon hummed as he turned to face Chester. "Perhaps we can pick up a shirt along the way."

Chester had entirely forgotten that they were shirtless. They awkwardly hugged themself. "I used the old one to take out the damaged battery."

"Hmm. Whatever you say." Moon spun his faceplate, red eyes whirling.

"I did!" Chester insisted with a huff.

Moon held the door open for them. "Just teasing you."

Chester stuck their tongue out at Moon as they passed. They lead the way down the hall, finding the uniform closet just a few doors down. Chester paused briefly as they pulled the door open, remembering how they'd spent their first night here in this closet. That night felt like forever ago. Chester pulled on a new shirt. They took their nametag from their pocket, pausing before they pinned it in place.

'TECHNICIAN: Chester'.

Chester had been using this borrowed name for long enough now that it had almost started to feel normal. They'd actually come to like it, though they weren't sure if that was because they liked the name itself, or if they just liked how it sounded coming from Sun and Moon.

Chester put on their nametag. They closed the closet door.

"Shall we?" Moon held out a hand to Chester.

A smile bloomed on Chester's face. They took Moon's hand. Together, the two walked hand in hand back to the daycare.

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neko-nemesis · 2 years

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As the Nobleman's newly wedded wife~

Ayato Kamisato x afab-bodied reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content (18+) so MDI (MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT), Con-noncon, Mean dom!Ayato, mentions of powerplay, mentions of impregnating, overstimulation, she/her pronouns used, impact play [face and pussy slapping (kinda)], praising, fingering (f-receiving), pet names, rough sex mentioned, creampies and I think that's it, lmk if I missed anything. (Note: not proof-read yet)

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You were just a mere commoner, trying to make a living for oneself in a little cozy home in the outskirts of Inazuma city. It's almost comedic how fast the night can change, one day you're watering your crops on the other you're a Nobleman's newly wedded wife. You grew up alone, having little to nothing to your name yet was blessed with such a miracle. Or so, you'd think..

News spread like wildfire around the town, hushed voices speaking of the new ditzy commoner who suddenly happens to be Kamisato's beloved wife. Oh the man couldn't help but simply blow more smoke on the rumors, whenever someone dared to walk up to him and ask, why her? It's only common sense to think the man would court another Noblewoman

"Oh it's love in first sight, I only knew I had to have her all to myself you see."

Only If that was the case, you think. Pondering over the what ifs while your dear husband spread you out until your thighs felt the burn from the stretch. You cry out when a gloved hand smacked down, hard on your clit. Sending shock waves throughout your body as your pretty eyes swelled up with tears for the nth time again.

"can't have you distracted now, my wife" He'll say with an innocent smile but from the hours long abuse he inflicted on your poor body and cunt for hours, you'd know better. Rubbing his thumb down rather harshly to sooth the pain, though it did the opposite for you, his lips would curl into a mocking pout, "What is so important for my beloved that she can be so out of it while I'm here, hmm?" He sang, you could only stutter out apologies but both of you knew, it's too late for that.

"And here I thought I will let you off easy this time, tsk." He pretends to be disappointed in his poor wife and the more you panic, the more his cock throbbed. He was getting off to your fear. "What should I do to you now, huh sweetheart? I need to teach you a lesson now?" He'll squish your tear soaked cheeks with his hand, making your lips turn to a pout as you continuously whimper from his hands fastening up it's pace on your cunny. "My lord- s-slow down, too much" "you don't have a say in what I give you my love, you just have to take what I have to offer, alright?"

Finally though he would show some mercy but temporarily as he lets go off you, only to have his slick covered hand fisting his leaking cock to give himself some ease,"So, tell me my dearest, what is it that has your mind clouded when I'm making love to you?" He asks, he guides the tip on the folds of your cunt, rubbing it up and down on your already overstimulated puffy clit as you could only whimper, oh how he loved your broken voice but naive you failed to notice the more you took time to answer, the more agitated he was becoming. "M-My lord, it's t-too much, please" you beg, knowing your pleas are hardly getting through Ayato's head. The man has enough when he raised you by your thighs, having only your head and shoulders on the bed and rest of you high in the air and around his waist. He wasted no time further as he slammed his cock inside of you again, leaving hardly any time to adjust and you gasp and thrash, the pleasurable pain being unbearable and stretch from his cock only overstimulating you further considering how he has been already fucking you since the night took over the sky, "don't run from it, beloved." He spoke with his gritted teeth and you know better than to push him off, being unaware with the consequences of saying No to your Lord afterall. "you stay and you take what I give you, you want this no? I haven't even gotten close to breeding my pretty wife's cunt. Isn't that right huh?" He pants, there's a dimple on the side of his cheek when he grins, "Afterall, didn't you vowed to carry the next heir of the Kamisato?" His eyes glint in dark and you can't remember anything but then again, your mind has gone blank, all you can really think of is Ayato's cock and the pleasure you were feeling, eyes rolled back and only cracked moans made out of your body. You nod absentmindedly, too fucking dumb already to think straight anymore. That makes Ayato grins even more, he pats both of your cheeks rather harshly, almost slapped you, whether with pride or to keep you awake, doesn't matter anymore. "That's a good girl~" he purrs, lifting you up more only to bottom out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix as his hips thrusted harder with each moment."Don't you fall asleep on me now my sweetheart, I need to fill you up with my cum, right? Tell me you want it, my wife" bitten lips of yours trembled as you weakly spoke out "f-fill me with your cum my Lord, I'll do a-anything" and he let's out a broken chuckle, face flushed pink. Oh your voice is so much more pleasant like this and it has affected the man more than he thought it would. "Good girlll~ now shut up and take my fucking cock." He snaps, as he proceeds to bruise your hips by digging his hand into your flesh and fasten up his already cruel pace.

I hope there's no important events you'd need to attend to as the Lord's wife, since you wouldn't be leaving the bed until filled to the brim with his cum and have his slender fingers fuck the leaked cum back into you with no ends.

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idontblushsrry · 3 years

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Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.”

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up?

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment.

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation.

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk

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ryssbelle · 3 years

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Branching Timeline 5

It have return after a short break where I rested my wrist a bit more, this one see’s the return of my terrible writing as I didn’t want to bother my friend with reviewing it and editing it as they’re in school now and that’s far more important. They did give me some pointers from the last time tho so I tried to take that and smash it into my writing lol.

After this one ends the i guess Lanayru arc? It starts the quest for the sacred flames at least and we’re gonna only be focusing on the more important bits so of course there will be jumping around. Idk how much writing tho I’m hoping to try and branch out the comic formatting a bit so I can get some questing montages in lol and If you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask!

Also this is all going to loop back around to the first comic I made for this whole thing which I have linked as “Oops” all the time, though that comic is more comedic (and the events will continue to be) I want to get a little more actual serious tension in there at least as a before and after so ye, idk how many more of these theres gonna be my pane is to tackle the Ancient cistern, the Fire Sanctuary, Idk about that sand sea (because I don’t think there’s too much I would change or would be of note other than them making fun of tentalus)

When it comes to those things I’m only really tackling big changes and important story notes.

that being said lets get on with it shall we?

@tortilla-of-courage @attllhak @kerto-p

Part 1_ Part 2_ Part 3_ Part 4_Part 5 _Final Part (You are here!)

Oops

I shouldn’t have promised! (occurs before parts 1-6)

____ As always if you notice things seeming out of order please lmk Tumblr formatting sucks

The leap into the air was a tough one, mostly given that it wasn’t so much as a leap as it was being violently tossed into the sky. Link would’ve thought his grip on the sail cloth would’ve given out due to the speed at which he was shot up, not to mention the height. Still despite all that the feeling was absolutely exhilarating, he was so caught up in the adrenaline he barely noticed when he’d broken the cloud barrier. If it hadn’t been for the view of Skyloft in the distance he would’ve fallen all the way back down, though he wouldn’t mind another trip up, he was too busy to mess around. Link let out a sharp whistle, unlike the events that started this whole mess, Link’s loftwing caught him in no time at all. The rush of being back in the sky was almost euphoric, the wind blowing through his hair, the warmth of his loftwing against the cold of the high atmosphere. The sun, clearly visible above the cloud barrier, beating down on his cheeks. Oh how Link had missed the sky. The crazy dives and flips he would do just for the sake of fun, exploring the many islands that littered the domain he called home. Link couldn’t wait to go home. His true home in Skyloft, the people he missed, the sights, and smells.

“Master Link,” Fi called from behind him, her form appearing in front of his loftwing miraculously keeping up with them. “I suggest getting your injury assessed by a medical professional once you’ve landed in Skyloft, as the damage done by the Demon Lord Ghirahim seems to have worsened since your battle with The Imprisoned.” Link swallowed a lump in his throat, the excitement he felt diminished replaced by a deep anxiety. He merely nodded to her, he could tell she knew something was wrong despite the constant absent look on her face yet she didn’t say anything more. With Fi now back in the sword he continued his flight back to his home, relief slowly masking the anxiety as Skyloft came into view.

Though he was expecting a welcome, Link wasn’t expecting one so warm, and so very loud. People crowded around him, each one inspected him to make sure he was okay, to make sure he was real. Some expressed disbelief, admitted to him that they hadn’t believed Zelda had found him, nor that he was actually alive. Link couldn’t blame them. Had he been in their position he may have thought the same, heck if Ghirahim had his way they would’ve been right!

Link tried to wade through the crowd, but found himself met with the faces of his classmates from the academy. Fledge ran to him first, out of breath as he was, the young man squeezed Link tightly. Link thanked the Goddess that the poor boy had little to no strength or that might’ve knocked the wind right out of him! Link was confronted next by Pipit who was overjoyed to see him in good health, as far as he could tell at least, the upperclassman did, however, comment on Link’s outfit. Pipit noted some of the items the hero was wearing resembled the ones that had gone missing a few days prior during Zelda’s last visit to Skyloft. Link tried not to think too much about it…

Karane had not been as loud or as smothering as the others, Link could, of course, see the worry that laid behind her eyes. She, like the other Skyloftians, gave him a once over with her eyes, a relieved sigh left her as she finally broke down about how worried she had truly been for him. For Zelda. Link was touched to find out how much his classmates had truly cared about him, even if in his heart of hearts he’d already known. It’s always nice to get a confirmation, you know? Even Cawlin and Stritch seemed to be relieved to see them as much as they blamed him for Zelda and Groose leaving Skyloft, and they were half right. As much as he protested, as he told his classmates he was in a hurry, he couldn’t stop them from dragging him into the dining hall. Henya looked the most surprised, and the most relieved, to see Link. She cooked them a grand meal, all around the table Link and his classmates chatted, they interrogated Link about his journey so far. They asked why Zelda wasn’t with him. They asked him if he was going to stay. Link answered the best he could, he omitted a few details he knew would upset them. When things had finally calmed down, Link sought a bit of privacy in his room, a room he hadn’t seen in what felt like years. He locked the door behind him. The familiar air of the room filled his lungs, as musty as it was now that it had been vacant for so long. Light dust covered the surface of his desk, his bed frame had the same issue. Link realized if he wanted to sleep without issue he’d most likely have to beat the dust off his pillow and blankets as well as clean off the more affected surfaces. He let his mind wander for a moment, he wondered if Zelda’s room had the same issue..

Link shook his head, he shouldn’t.. Though the thought of a hassle free rest did sound nice he couldn’t invade Zelda’s space like that. Even if he was just going to sleep in her bed. His mind went to Groose’s bed next but the same issue that plagued his mind with Zelda’s room came up there. Instead he subjected himself to clean the dust off the desk, to beat it from his pillows and blankets. He wiped down the bed frame already feeling the exhaustion from his day weigh down on his shoulders.

Link hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep until he heard the angry chimes from the Goddess Sword that beckoned him awake. He pulled his face from his pillow, the rag he’d used to wipe down his bed still clutched in his right hand. Link tossed it aside and let out a yawn as he got yet another reminder from Fi to get his injury looked at by a medical professional, which he’d forgotten to do the day prior. Reluctantly he made his way back out to Skyloft, both to receive treatment and to finally begin his journey. The doctor he spoke to had nothing nice to say about the injury itself, and to be fair Link couldn’t blame them. This had been the first time he’d actually seen it, it stretched across his chest, parts of it were wide, the whole injury was jagged, it seemed to branch off. The small branches reached to infect the rest of him, or so it seemed. It was painful to touch, the pain lessened after a quick clean and some medicine, yet there was still a dull ever present aching. Link was told there was nothing the doctor could do due to the unknown nature of the injury, he was given a few bottles of healing salve and instructed to pick up a few potions from Luv. Neither of them knew if that would help.

Link spent the rest of his time in Skyloft trying not to think of the injury, he tried to pay attention to the task at hand. Though his thoughts were still ever occupied by the image of the injury, the doctors inability to help, the uncertainty that surrounded it. The more he thought about it the more his mind drifted back to that moment. The moment Link had pushed Zelda out of the way, the white hot pain that seared through him as Ghirahim’s blade cut cleanly through his skin. Link squeezed his eyes shut willing the thoughts away, pushing them deep down hopefully never to resurface ( to plague him in his nightmares).

When his eyes opened he found himself in the Isle of Song, Fi instructing him on Farore’s courage, instructing him on dowsing and how it worked.

“Thank you,” was all he could muster, Fi giving a nod almost as if she knew he hadn’t paid attention yet she ignored that fact. Zelda would know what to do of course. She always had. Fi now, once again, back in the sword Link did his best to follow what little instruction he heard. Heading back to Faron once more, he bid his farewell to Skyloft, to the people he didn’t have the chance to wish farewell before. Link knew he’d see them all again but it still felt bittersweet to say goodbye, even if just for a short time. Even with this bittersweet apprehension he was excited.

He couldn’t wait to see Zelda again.

#branching timeline #surface too soon au #surface too soon #skyward sword #skyward sword hd #skyward sword spoilers #sshd spoilers #featuring me not knowing how to write certain sections #also me not knowing how to write Fi #not just cuz I struggle with writing more robotic characters #like i know what they would say and how they would act i just struggle with putting it on paper #but for a plot reason lol #so im just having her not talk for now #Idk if you noticed but i also struggled with how to finish the writing lol #but enough about my struggles #i loved drawing link and zelda being cute #i always do because #i believe in skyward sword zelink supremacy #and groose is coming around #Link being very patronizing to him also #cuz I fully believe the 'nice hair' comment before the wing ceremony in game #was Link just patronizing him #tho i do think Link does think Groose's hair is nice #I'll also have you know during all 3 of my skyward sword play throughs #two wii vers and one switch #i always picked nice hair because I thought I was complimenting him and then I was always surprised when he thought i was mocking him #like no I love you groose

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jotatetsuken · 2 years

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A Woman of Unshakeable Faith (Daichi Sawamura x Reader)

Summary: Growing up, your grandmother was always the closest to you, and even be supportive of your relationship with Daichi Sawamura, whom you'd been friends with since childhood and who later moved to Japan in middle school, but you ended up staying in touch with him, and eventually getting into a long-distance relationship with him. When, unfortunately, you lose your grandmother, you know who to call.

Warning: Reader is going through an angsty situation (grandmother’s death), there will be fluff, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, and crying. Oh and Haikyuu time skip spoilers too. Please lmk if I’ve missed any other trigger warnings. You can block #shyna angst if it gets too much.

Number of words: 2227

Tagging: @lea2107-foxsin @lucacangettathisass @akaashi-todorki @ceo-of-daichi @cuz-like-why-not @kiiraes @beware-of-the-rogue @saltyvanilla

(thank you lydz for encouraging me to crosspost it here <3) . Let me know here if you want to be tagged in more content like this :)

A/N: So, Daichi's my first Haikyuu crush and there are a number of reasons why, BESIDE the fact that he looks really handsome. The leadership qualities he possesses, the willingness to be there for his friends, I even found the way he gets angry very adorable help. Last year, days after I lost my good friend, and months before I lost my sister, I lost my grandmother, and just like the last time, the way I was able to cope, was through writing. I wonder why, but I was able to imagine Daichi in this scenario. So, I hope this comforts you in some way. Also, anything related to Haikyuu (the character, the setup) belongs to Haruichi Furudate but the storyline is mine, so reblogs, likes, and comments are highly appreciated <3 This was cross-posted from Quotev (attached the link too 😄) Also, this is the first time I'm writing from a gender-neutral perspective, so if I mess up pronouns, please let me know? Thank you in advance :D

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I surrender who I've been for who you are For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart If I had only felt how it feels to be yours Well, I would have known what I've been living for all along

What I've been living for

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Somewhere in 2002

“Gran-Gran!” I called out to my paternal grandmother as I was climbing up the stairs of my duplex house looking for my paternal grandparents’ bedroom. I finally find the bedroom, only for their bed to be covered by a huge mosquito net, my grandmother reading while my grandfather would look at me angrily for no reason, maybe because he forgot who I was?

My grandfather had met with an accident a long time ago and recently he had a stroke, because of which I could only hear him speak in our mother tongue and because he seemed to have been suffering from dementia, he had trouble remembering who all of us were, but since I was young at that time, it was hard for me to grasp all of that, so his eyes would scare me, only for my grandmother’s embrace to be equally warm and comforting.

“Hello, my darling. How’s my little one doing today?” Gran-Gran would reply ruffling my hair, and showering loads of kisses on me. I swear I’d never been this grateful to have received immense love and affection as much as I received from her. “I’m scared, Gran-Gran. I’m scared of sleeping alone. Please sing me to sleep.” I replied, pleading to hear her lovely voice.

“Okay okay, my child. Here it goes:

My Bonnie lies over the ocean, My Bonnie lies over the sea, My Bonnie lies over the ocean, Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me. Bring back, oh bring back, Oh bring back my Bonnie to me, to me, Bring back, oh bring back, Oh bring back my Bonnie…” she’d stopped singing to find me asleep. Smiling, she ended the song with “…to me. Love you, my child. You’re a treasure of God, this house, and of this family,” and called out to my father to take me to my bed to sleep.

Present (one day before The Day)

“Y/N, your uncle and aunt are coming to visit Gran-Gran, so make sure to make them feel welcome,” my father called out to me.

“Yes, dad, on it,” said I, while holding my grandmother’s hand, not knowing how to react to whatever was happening around me. Months ago, when I was in (the country of your choice for studies), my grandmother fell down in the restroom, breaking one of her hips and hitting her head hard, which caused her to have a stroke, which later caused her dementia.

It was weird to say that she couldn’t recognize who I was, and that had hurt me a lot. Even when I came back, the conversations we did have didn’t have the same love that they once did. She still had a sense of humor, but she still couldn’t recognize me, and I did my best not to lose patience with her, and it was taking a toll on me. I needed to hear a calming voice to tell me that it’ll get better.

I’d ended up calling my boyfriend, Daichi Sawamura, who by now, was working in the Miyagi Police Force, and I’d thankfully caught him at the right time. We’d known each other since we were kids, and Gran-Gran actually took a liking to Daichi, hoping and praying that we’d be together, not knowing of his religious background.

So, when Daichi moved to Japan for his middle and high school, I was really upset, but, I also remembered his promise that we’d still be in touch. We kept our promise, continued to be in touch while he introduced me to Kōshi Sugawara and Asahi Azumane, his best friends and fellow teammates in the Karasuno High School Volleyball Team, and were there for each other in our highs and lows. So, when they won the Miyagi Spring Prefectural Qualifiers under his captaincy and I got to view the match live, I was crying in happiness and while I was certain that Daichi might have a crush on someone else there, he immediately video called me after the match, and asked me to be his girlfriend. Without a shadow of a doubt, I accepted his proposal. I was sure of my love for him, but I felt stupid as to whether I should tell him, ‘cause he was far away, but every call, every text, every conversation quelled all of the uncertainties I had when it came to Daichi.

While everyone wasn’t for it, Gran-Gran was. She even fought for our relationship, which was surprising, to say the least. Eventually, everyone warmed up to the situation, welcoming him to crash at our place whenever he came to (your country).

I’d gone to a separate room, taking a small break from the chores, and decided to call him. Our conversation went like this:

“Hello?”

“Daichi?”

“Babe!!! Oh my god. I’m so glad you called. Guys, excuse me, I’ll be back.”

“Did I disturb you, babe?”

“No no, my colleagues and I were having a bonding session. They know about you, so I’d been excused so as to talk to you. How’ve you been, darling?”

I start crying in fear, “Daichi, *sniffles* Gran-Gran’s not doing well. *sniffles* She’s getting worse. *sniffles* She’s breathing heavily, *sniffles* she’s being fed nasally now. *sniffles* I’m scared of losing her…,” I couldn’t bother continuing as I began sobbing, not realizing that I could some heavy breathing from Daichi too.

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry to hear that. I can’t imagine the pain you must be going through. But if it makes you feel any better, you can be certain that she’s going to heaven. Remember what she told us that day when I came home?”

I calm myself down hearing his words. It helped that while he was upset about her demise, I know that he’d have to steel himself up for me. To be my rock. Sometimes, I’m so lucky that Daichi’s the mature one in the relationship. “Yeah, I do. It just doesn’t make it better though, babe..”

“I know babe. If you need me to be with you…”

“…You’re a call, a text, and a flight away. *sniffles* I will, babe. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. You’ve got to help your family more now, Y/N. They need you.”

Somewhere in June 2013

The moment I’d heard that I’d just got into a top-notch engineering college, I was speechless. I was about to be the first engineer in my family and it hit me. It was because of Gran-Gran who was patient enough to teach me mathematics and instill the love for the subject in me that enabled me to fall in love with Science, which led me to apply for engineering. I immediately went to Gran-Gran, touched her feet in gratitude, and hugged her. No sooner did the bell ring than I ran to the door and noticed that Daichi had come home.

I was so surprised to see his genial smile and I couldn’t wait to receive his warm hugs and kisses. Oh, how I missed him. I hugged him, he picked me up and then put me down, both of us crying. I brought him first to Gran-Gran to introduce him as my boyfriend, “Gran-Gran, do you remember…”

“Of course, I remember Daichi. Come here, darling. Welcome home.”

He touched her feet out of respect and sat by her side on the ground.

“Daichi, I know that you’re in a relationship with Y/N.”

“Yes, ma’am, I am..”

“No, ma’am, Gran-Gran’s fine. You’d be a part of this family soon, no matter what Y/N’s family says.”

“Gran-Gran, I promise to take care of Y/N as they're so precious to me. I’ll make sure to give them a happy life.”

“Absolutely, also, remember this..”

“Yes?”

“When I pass away,”

Both of us replied “GRAN-GRAN!”

“I’m serious, kids. When I do give up on my life, be certain about two things: 1. I am going to heaven. To be with my Heavenly Father. I’m sure of that. He’s saved me far beyond my imagination.”

Daichi replied, “We’re aware, Gran-Gran. We’re in awe of your devotion,” and I nodded in agreement.

Gran-Gran’s faith was really sturdy. Despite an innumerable amount of sicknesses, trials, losses, and everything else she went through, she never lost her faith, which I was in awe of.

“2. You have my blessing for your union. Anytime you two decide to get married, know that I’d be watching you from afar, wishing nothing but a strong marriage with a solid foundation.”

“Gran-Gran, seriously?” We were shocked. We were so delighted upon hearing the news.

“Yes, Y/N. However, both of you must equally work hard to be financially stable.”

“You have our word, Gran-Gran.”

Present: The Day She Stopped Breathing

“Y/N,” Aunt Yolanda called out to me and I ran to her, “do you know how to check a pulse?”

“Yes, Aunt Yolanda, I do. But what happened?”

“Your Gran-Gran stopped breathing a couple of minutes ago and I just wanted to make sure.”

I could feel my heart drop upon hearing this. No, this can’t be true. Gran-Gran can’t just die. I checked Gran-Gran’s pulse. It was mild, but I could feel it.

Chaos ensued for some time. No one knew how to react. Then, one moment, we couldn’t feel the pulse anymore. Her body started growing cold. I called for my brother-in-law, who ended up doing chest compressions on Gran-Gran, but no response. Then, finally, we called for a doctor who then confirmed it and then called in the time of death.

So it was it. My Gran-Gran was dead. She’s gone. I didn’t know how to process it all. My brother-in-law and I went to my sister who didn’t know what was happening, and when we broke the news to her, it’s safe to say that she didn’t take it well at all. You could say that we were all broken. But I still didn’t know how to process it. I then called Daichi, who immediately picked up the phone,

“Babe, you never call me at this time. What happened?”

“Daichi..”

“Did Gran-Gran..”

“Yes, babe.”

“Baby, I..I’m..I’m so sorry. I just..I don’t know…”

“Babe, were you serious when you said that you were a call, a text..”

“Or a flight away? You bet I was. I’m applying for leave right now so to speak.”

“Daichi!”

“What? Y/N I’m serious. You’re the love of my life. Someday, you’re going to be my partner. So, this is me showing you how I’d be there for you when times get hard.”

I felt my cold heart eventually grow warmer upon hearing this, but I still couldn’t bring myself to cry.

“Babe, come soon if that’s the case.”

“Of course. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The Next Day

My cousins and relatives had come over to help our family with everything that was going on. My father had one brother and two sisters, one of whom passed away years ago due to lupus. So dad’s siblings, their partners, and their children came down to help with the funeral and memorial proceedings, which was a blessing in disguise. We were getting ready for lunch, that’s when I’d heard the doorbell ring. I was surprised considering everyone was here. Then it hit me. Opening the door, I then noticed my boyfriend standing in front of me with his luggage. He really was here. Daichi really flew all the way from Japan to be with me. Me! I don’t deserve him one bit.

No sooner did I see him than I engulfed him in my arms and gave myself permission to finally cry and sob. Everyone looked at me but I didn’t care. Daichi really was the best part of my life. My rock. I felt safe whenever I was with him. I really did love him.

He cupped my cheeks with his hands, wiping my tears, and said, “I told you I was a call, a text, and a flight away.”

We chuckle and I then invite him over, introducing him to everyone. “Family, this is Daichi Sawamura, my boyfriend. Gran-Gran loved him a lot as well, and even approved of our relationship.”

“Y/N ‘s family,” Daichi replied, addressing everyone while bowing down his head. “Gran-Gran was a woman of unshakable faith. Her sense of compassion, kindness, love, forgiveness was seen from her beliefs, and that impacted me in my personal life and in my relationship with Y/N. I’m going to miss her a lot and I’d love to help all of you in any way.”

My father went up to him, hugged him, and thanked him, “Thank you, Daichi. I couldn’t have asked a better partner for Y/N. Child, you’re lucky. My mother saw something in you that we couldn’t see. I truly apologize on behalf of all of us. She not only was a woman of unshakable faith, but also a woman who had a good judge of character. Truly, I say this to you, Daichi, from now on, you’re a part of our family. You have all of our blessings.”

Daichi and I looked at each other, smiled, and hugged Dad. The acceptance of our relationship wouldn’t have been possible if Gran-Gran didn’t fight for us. Thank you, Gran-Gran. Until we meet again.

If you’ve come till here, thank you so much. Hope you have a great week ahead. Also, if you have your grandparents, please cherish that relationship. Serve them and love on them everywhere. Learn life lessons from them. Time's too short to lose patience on them.

#spotify #sleeping at last #turning page #daichi sawamura #sawamura daichi #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi x y/n #daichi x gender neutral reader #daichi x you #haikyuu x reader #shyna muses #Shyna angst

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wagner-fell · 3 years

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I am still very new to this website and I don’t know how link a post but this fic is based on a post by @sandersgrey

(If someone reading this knows how to link a post please either explain it to me or link it in the comments because that post is *amazing*)

“Hmmm,” said Tessa, depositing Mina into Kit’s waiting arms and examining her buzzing phone critically. She shot a quizzical look in his direction.

Jem looked up from his novel. “What is ‘hmmm’, my love?”

Kit mimed vomiting but stopped dead in his tracks when she replied, “it’s Astrid’s mother. You remember her from parent teacher night, don’t you, my darling?” Kit swears they were being extra insufferable just to mess with him but he didn’t have the time to be annoyed when Astrid’s. Mom. Was. Calling. Tessa.

To understand why Kit was panicking as much as he was, you must know that Astrid’s mom was incredibly chill. She never got mad. The worst punishment she’d ever given her daughter was taking away her iPod for a week so she couldn’t listen to Mitski.

Was she calling about last night when Astrid, Mari and Kit threw eggs at the Shadowhunter’s that were giving Mari’s pack a hard time for no reason? No, that couldn’t be it. She’d given them the eggs.

Could the call be about the day before yesterday when Kit and Astrid got distracted doing homework and ended up snapping the coffee table clean in half while battling gladiator style with pool noodles? No, that wasn’t it. She’d just handed Astrid a twenty and told them to go to Kevin’s parents' shop and get a new one. Was she pissed because they ended up spending the money on ice cream instead? No, they ended up finding a table for free in the rubbing bin outside a fancy hotel.

Kit clutched his sister to his chest and prepared for the worst.

“Seo-yoon! What can I do for- Oh, hello Astrid!” Tessa paused briefly, presumably to listen to Astrid speak, and Kit sighed in relief.

“Kit is occupied at the moment but I can relay the message.�� Another pause. “Oh don’t be frightened of me. I’m a tots rad mom. Your secret is safe with me.” Kit felt his face flush red as he heard his best friend’s laughter echo across the living room. “Okay! I’ll let him know. He has to get Mina to sleep before he can leave though. Lord knows he’s the only one who can these days.” Tessa chuckled at something Astrid said before wishing her good luck in her endeavour and ending the call.

She turned her attention back to Kit. “Astrid needs your help breaking into your teacher’s home to retrieve her cell phone.”

Kit blinked at her, dumbfounded. “You aren’t mad I’m going to go break the law?”

Because of course he was doing it. Astrid’s dad had bought it for her and he was extremely cautious about money. That was one of three things Kit knew about her dad. He was cheap, he lived in America and he loved the movie Fight Club.

Tessa ruffled Kit’s hair affectionately. “Please. I’ve raised two other Herondales. At least I know about this particular adventure beforehand.”

Mina began snoring softly and Kit handed her back to her mother. He grabbed his bag and started his journey to the door when Tessa added, “she also told me to say hi to a ‘daddy Kit’. Are you ‘daddy Kit?’”

‘Daddy Kit’ closed his eyes and wished for the sweet release of death.

“Why is Kit a daddy,” Jem asked, genuinely confused. “Aren’t I the daddy?”

Kit swung the door open so fast not even a speed rune could have aided him. But not before I heard Tessa reply, “Lily Chen certainly thinks so.”

Mrs. MacNamara clapped her hands together. “Why don’t we all go around and say a few things about ourselves?”

Kit buried his face into his hands. He’d been relieved when no other teacher had fulfilled the Disney channel stereotype of making every student introduce themselves to the new kid. But Mrs. MacNamara didn’t even seem to realize what she was doing.

All Kit’s fellow classmates groan. Expect one. Her hand shot up immediately. She was short, like smaller than Clary short. She wore a baggy pink shirt with the words ‘Queen Glimmer of Etheria’ sewed on with purple sequins and tight black jeans. Her colourful, choppy hair was in a low ponytail and she flew a few strands out of her eyes as her hand wiggled in the hair.

Mrs. MacNamara pointed at her. She stood up and smiled at Kit. “Hi. My name is Astrid. My hobbies include making my little cousin’s girl Barbies kiss, as it should be, and watching television shows where everyone is a terrible person so you can love all of them!”

“And what shows might that be?” asked Kit, already in the process of pulling out his phone and opening the Notes app.

“Grey’s Anatomy, Glee, Grey’s Anatomy again because it’s seventeen seasons as of right now. And to be fair it practically became a different show when they killed off Mark Sloan.”

“That’s enough, Miss Yang,” said Mrs. MacNamara. Astrid sat down and winked at Kit. Then she took out her phone and airdropped him a complete list of all her favorite shows, along with her number.

After Blessica’s pre-birthday birthday party, they went to Cirenworth and stayed up till four A.M. binging them.

They met outside a queer dry bar called Aries Not Welcome, the unspoken gathering place of the Merry Hoes. It was run by a poly lesbian couple in their mid-thirties. Quinn, Sydney and Aliyah may not have served alcohol but at least they were open 24/7.

“Did you bring the shit?”

Kit gave her a look. “The shit? How conclusive.”

“Shut up. You know, the shadowhunter thing.”

“The shadowhunter thing?”

“The, the, the glow stick that you draw with.”

“The glow stick that I draw wi-“ Kit closed his eyes briefly. “Do you mean a stele?”

Astrid snapped her fingers. “That’s it!” Kit shook his head in exasperation, smiling fondly. “I borrowed a torch from Quinn, let’s move.”

“Should I be worried that you know where Mr. Smith lives?” questioned Kit as he followed Astrid’s lead through the park.

“Should I be worried that your mom was fine with us breaking and entering?” she shot back playfully. Kit pushed Astrid and she fell off the path, laughing all the way.

“You called me ‘daddy’ to my mom’s face.”

She just laughed harder, slinging her arm around Kit’s shoulder. “It was over the phone, Christopher. And as I should.”

“Pffffttt. Why did you get your phone taken anyway?” She put her hands into her jumper pocket and looked at the ground. “Astrid.” She remained silent. “Astrid?”

She mumbled something under her breath. “What?” asked Kit.

“I WAS READING NINEJ FANFICTION!” she shouted.

Kit gasped. “I thought you were a die hard Kanej shipper,” he whispered.

“I’m a multishipper, okay?!” she replied, equally quiet.

“Does Blessica know?”

She shook her head. “And she will never find out.”

Kit saw the opportunity and he seized it. “She’ll never find out as long as you never call me daddy in front of either of my parents.”

She removed her arm from his shoulder and guided them out of the park, in the direction of the many apartments that lined this side of town. “I hate you.”

“Well, so does Mari. You're not special, Ast.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know Mari doesn’t actually hate you, right?! They’re just still in the enemy phase of your enemies-to-lovers romance. She only dislikes you because they feel something for you but they don’t know what so she interrupts it as loathing. In reality, her inner soul knows you’re hot and shmexie.”

Kit didn’t know how to process this so he just nodded and follow Astrid in silence to Mr. Smith’s house. (Plus, he was kinda glad that, according to his best friend, he had a little more time for Mari to ‘discover their true feelings’. If Kit screwed this up, he was out of countries to run off to.)

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What,” asked Kit, turning around to face Astrid and closing the drawer he was rifling through. “Did you find your phone?”

“Yeah. But I also found Blessica’s. She was Snapping Kevin. Platonic my ass. But he took the fucking trans flag out of her phone!”

Kit snatched Blessica’s phone out of her hand to examine it for herself. She was telling the truth. Where the glitter pride flag usually rested was just a clear purple case. Kit couldn’t believe his eyes.

“It’s one thing to misgender her every day.” Blessica had forced all four of the other Merry Hoes to sign a contract saying they wouldn’t do anything to harm him because of it. “But this is the last straw. You know what we have to do.” Oops.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any spray paint.”

Kit eyed Mr. Smith’s pink sofa, blue bar stool covers and white picture frames. “I think I have something better in mind.”

It would have been easier for both parties to just zip off the sofa cushions and tape them to the wall but by ripping them off in strips, they ensured he would have to buy new ones. And judging by the car he drove and the fiji water in his fridge, Mr. Smith could definitely afford it.

That reminded him, “I’ll finish up with this. Go put all his fiji water into my bag.” Astrid saluted him and ran off. “Wait.” She stopped and looked at him. “Steal all the remotes you can find.”

“How is he not awake?,” asked Astrid as they ripped the fabric of his seating from the stool.

He shrugged. “Don’t question it.” He shoved the bundle of cloth into her arms. “Glue this above the pink. I’ll handle the frames.”

“Say the magic word,” she sang.

“Please?”

“No. Lesbian. Come on, I thought you knew me better than that.”

Kit laughed quietly. “Can you lesbian glue this above the pink?”

She grinned at Kit. “It would be my pleasure.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello! Sorry I haven’t written anything in so long. School just restarted and it has been…a lot.

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sunsetcurvecuddles · 3 years

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If you're still doing the prompts you should do the gang (alex, julie, luke, reggie) and (platonic) cuddles!!! (I'm so soft for them and have read every jatp fic tagged platonic cuddles KFKZKDKD)

you know what ask and you shall receive. i wanted to write core4/juke cuddles today so here’s a mindless piece with cuddles and nothing else.

sit tight like bookends // 1.5k words // ao3 link in reblogs!

Luke’s kind of having a terrible day.

It’s not terrible for any reason. He’s just grouchy. For starters, he misses being alive. It’s nice to be able to touch Julie now, and to occasionally be visible to people with her help, but it’s not the same. On a day like this in the past, he might have gone for a hard run, just to sweat and feel his heart race. Or maybe taken a nap. Or eaten a bunch. He knows ghosts don’t get hungry, but he misses being able to eat just for the sake of it sometimes, for the comfort of warm food on a cold day.

Not that he can feel the cold anymore either. But whatever. You get the point.

So he's having this terrible, grouchy day, and he ends up spread-eagled on Julie's bed, even though he knows he's not meant to be in her room. It just sucks how long she's gone at school every day, and he knows he's not supposed to visit her at school even more than he's not supposed to be in her room. He's not even prying through her stuff this time! He's just innocently feeling sorry for himself.

Even with his eyes closed, he can feel and hear the presence of someone else poofing into the room. Then he hears Alex's voice, "Dude, you know you're not supposed to be in here when Julie's not home."

Luke cracks open one eye. Alex is standing with his hands in his pockets, but his shoulders aren't all up against his ears like they get when he's anxious. More than anything, he looks that particular, Alex-brand mixture of irritated and concerned, eyebrows raised, lips pressed together, eyebrows furrowed. "C'mon, man. What gives?"

Luke sighs, long and dramatic, and snaps, "I don't know, okay?!" mostly just because in the moment, it feels good to be a little terse. Then the moment ends, and he feels bad, his stomach turning all tight and guilty. "Sorry, Lex," he groans, dragging his hands over his own face and then keeping them there, so he doesn't have to see Alex's expression melt into that other Alex-brand look, the one where he's halfway between knowing and affectionate. Somehow, that face is worse than the irritated-concerned one. "I'm just... I dunno. I don't wanna be a ghost any more. And I miss food. And Julie's still not home. Today sucks."

"That's fair enough," says Alex, like he always has when Luke is whinging for no reason, because Alex only ever tells him to shut up or be reasonable or quit whining when he's really being ridiculous, and Luke appreciates that, that Alex knows when to let him ramble but knows when enough is enough. Luke feels the mattress move as Alex sits on the end of the bed. "Like, you shouldn't be such an asshole about it—" Luke can't help but smile at that, knows Alex is grinning too without even looking "—but it's still fair." A moment of silence. In his mind's eye, Luke can see Alex staring into the carpet like it holds some answers for him, thinking hard enough it basically counts as a workout. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Alex asks eventually, soft. He means it.

Luke shrugs. It's nice in this dark little cave he's created with his hands. "I don't know, man."

"Okay," says Alex. The mattress shifts more under Luke. Then, Luke feels his right side glow with warmth as Alex lies down beside him. Sometimes he wonders if since they became ghosts, he can actually feel his boys' auras, or something, because he's sure this sense of care and steadiness didn't radiate off Alex quite like this when they were alive. Maybe it's been since the Orpheum, actually. Luke can't really remember. "C'mere," Alex encourages him. "I'm good for hugs today, if you want some."

Maybe once upon a time Luke would have pretended not to be eager, but even then, he would have done a bad job, and now he doesn't even bother with the act. Immediately, he takes his hands off his face, blinking against the return of the light as he turns to Alex, flings an arm across Alex's chest and a leg over Alex's hip, snuggling up tight until he's plastered to the side of Alex's body. Alex just laughs, quiet, extends his arm out so Luke can pillow his head on Alex's shoulder, one hand coming up to mess up Luke's hair even more than it already was.

For a moment, they lie there together, Luke relaxing until he feels more and more like his body and Alex's body are synced, breaths coming in and out at a similar pace. The bitter, jittery feeling in his spine eases back, lets go of his tongue, so he feels less likely to bite at whoever comes close.

Which is good timing, because there's another whoosh, and this weight lands behind him, on the bed as soon as they arrive.

"You guys are cuddling without me?" Reggie says, but he doesn't sound upset. In fact, he sounds delighted that there's cuddling happening, period. There's scuffling, and then two thuds, because Reggie knows better than to let his shoes touch Julie's bed, and then Luke feels a different warmth, sweeter than Alex's, more caramelised, and Reggie spoons against Luke's back, his nose burying into Luke's neck and one arm laying all the way over him to rest on Alex's chest.

"We were cuddling without you, because Luke was being a miserable grouch, but we've been interrupted," Alex says primly, and as Luke manages a mildly offended hey!, Reggie laughs, not phased at all. Luke can feel it as it vibrates from Reggie's chest to his own back, the tangibility of his joy making Luke feel warm from the inside. Reggie and Alex start bickering over the top of his head, and he doesn't really pay attention to them. Some part of him is trying to string some lyrics together, about being warm, about being able to feel someone else laughing because they're pressed so closely to you that their happiness feels just as much your own. But he's not quite sure what he's trying to say, yet.

They're still there when Julie gets home from school. Luke hears the door open and close, feels Reggie go tense, like he's worried they're going to get yelled at. But Julie only sounds kind of exasperated when she says, "Seriously, guys? Boundaries?"

"Luke's having a bad day," Reggie explains right away.

"Not anything serious," Alex corrects him, "just in a bad mood."

Luke nods and wriggles a bit between his boys, sits up so he can look at Julie properly.

The feeling of his heart in his mouth when he sees her will apparently never stop. She looks tired and ruffled from her day at school, hair a cloud around her face where he can see she was running her fingers through it as she thought in class, skirt crumpled at the hem where she would have wrinkled it in her fist, rubbed the fabric between her fingers. She dumps her backpack on the carpet and offers him a grin, and he can't remember what in the world he could have been grumpy about. If being a ghost brought him to her, being a ghost is awesome.

He looks around at the bed and realises they're going to have to rearrange, but Alex and Reggie seem on the same page at the same time, because they're his favourites and he loves them and he wants them close to him always. They move, adjusting and shuffling around, until a spot for Julie appears in between Alex and Luke. With a relieved sigh, she flops down, and Luke might be fooling himself, but he thinks he feels her energy, too. It's softer than Alex or Reggie, enveloping, like warm water scented with something beautiful.

She leans over Luke to kiss Reggie's forehead hello, then kisses Luke on the mouth (she tastes like the cherry bubblegum Flynn always carries around), then she turns to kiss Alex on the cheek. "I have homework to do later," she says, but it comes out a little garbled as she surprises herself with a yawn. Luke, Alex and Reggie exchange a fond look over the top of her head — she'll be asleep before she knows it. Alex nods his head at the clock on her desk and mouths I'll wake her up, because Luke and Reggie both have absolutely zero time perception.

Luke wraps his arms around Julie's waist and holds her close to him, and she settles in, Alex curling up to hold her from behind while Reggie moves up a bit, so he can press himself to Luke and run his hands gently through Julie's hair at the same time. Their different kinds of warm all stitch themselves together, weaving over Luke's body like a blanket, like a shield. All that's wrong with the world is on the other side, kept away from him by Alex's fingers rubbing little circles into Luke's side, by the feeling of Julie's chest rising and falling with her breaths, by the movement of Reggie's arms over his head. By all of them curled as close to him as they can be.

Luke's day isn't so terrible after all.

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inactiveanimeblog · 3 years

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shikamaru x reader fic

“change” chapter one

tw : smoking, alcohol

brooo i’m honestly so sorry this took forever but dont worry next chapters won’t take as long at all, i already have them planned out. and just a heads up there will be smut in this story, not this chapter but possibly chapter three.

eh i don’t really like the way this chapter came out but i can promise better in the future ones.

warnings: for now just alcohol, weed, and swearing

shikamaru and you had been best friends for as long as you both could remember. since you both had grown up together, through your parents being close friends, you and him were inseparable. you spent most of your childhood being around each other. but once you guys hit 16 years old things started to be different.

shikamaru started to drink, smoke, get tattoos, and flunk school. it was a miricale that he even graduated high school thanks to you tutoring him and completing his homework assignments. you on the other hand were a straight A student, a teachers pet, a quiet kid who didn’t party or do anything most teenagers around you were doing. you wanted to, but you were anxious and even a little scared that you werent ‘enough’ to be friends with others who were out having good times and enjoying their teen years. you were timid, you couldn’t be outgoing to save your life, so you watched from the sidelines.

once you graduated high school you traveled to another part of japan for eleven months to find yourself, learn to break out of your shell, and to switch up your style leaning more towards looking sexier and attractive. which meant leaving shikamaru behind to say goodbye for the time being. neither of you really talked when you left, in fact, you guys didn’t talk at all. you had missed him more than anything while he was well, being him. shikamaru messed around with girls, making them feel special, having sex with them, but he never put a label on their ‘relationship’. he would end things when he would get bored and find a new pretty girl to fuck, which left all the other girls broken hearted. you envied any girl he was involved with in a sexual way, you wanted him more than anything but you never told him. hell no. you could never tell him. he would never feel the same as you feel. there was no changing the way shikamaru was. he would never love and you knew that.

you came back to konaha a couple of weeks ago, settling into your new place, a nice little apartment, decorated in a modern manor, as well as starting to make friends in town through social media, slowly starting to go to parties and going out to clubs. you changed your look, dying your hair, getting a new piercing, switching up your style to something different, something new. you felt a lot better about yourself and you wondered if shikamaru would be interested in the way you looked. you weren’t confident, but the attention you’ve been getting from others lately hasn’t gone unnoticed.

hey shikamaru, i came back to konoha a few weeks ago finally! sorry i haven’t told you yet i’ve just been busy moving into my new place and stuff. we should hangout or something, it’s been so long since we seen eachother. you sent him a text, hoping that he would text you back wanting to make plans.

yeah we can link. i’m busy tonight but if you’re free tomorrow you can come by my place around 18:30 and we can catch up. you won’t be able to stay for long though.. maybe an hour at most. just lmk when you’re on the way. it took him a little while but he answered.

okay, that’s fine i have plans a little while afterwards so i won’t be able to stay long anyways. i’ll see you tomorrow and i’ll let you know when i’m on the way.

you were so excited to see him, butterflies already forming in the pit your stomach. you planned out a fit, the way you wanted your hair, and makeup. this was the time you and shikamaru would be able to catch up and maybe even become close friends again.

unfortunately shikamaru wasn’t too excited to see you. you guys haven’t talked in a long time and he saw no point or benefit to your friendship. he’s made a lot of new friends, other friends who are interested in the things he is and he’s been busy fucking new girls all the time. he thought it was such a drag that you wanted to hangout, and truth be told he wasn’t even gonna be busy tomorrow. he just didn’t want to waste his night hanging around you.

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the next day you woke up around 11:30 am, starting off with eating a light breakfast, showering, shaving, and skin care. getting ready and facetiming your friend mikasa (hehe aot name but i love her name) to talk about how excited you were for first off going to see shikamaru for a little bit and second off going to a house party later that you guys were invited to.

“i’m so nervous ‘kasa, like what if he doesn’t like the way i look? or what if he thinks i’m weird now?” you sighed, brushing your fingers through your hair, checking yourself out in the mirror.

“it’ll be fine y/n! just try your best not to show your nervous. act like he isn’t intimidating at all. you look hot, nothing to be scared of.” she responded

“hm, you think so? are you sure i should wear this? i don’t wanna look like a try hard..”

“you don’t look like a try hard just mention to him that you’re hitting a party later he’ll get why you’re in a cute ass outfit. now go to his house, it’s already 18:07, don’t keep him waiting. he said he didn’t have much time anyways.”

“alright i’ll see you later tonight then.. wish me luck, i’ll let you know what happens. bye.”

“good luck and bye bitch! don’t have too much fun!” she answered while wiggling her eyebrows and hanging up the phone.

you texted shikamaru that you were on your way, he responded shortly saying to just knock when you got there.

third person point of view

“yo kiba, i have a girl coming over today.. she’s just an old friend. she’s shy so try not to scare her off. don’t smoke out in the living room while she’s here. i don’t need her getting uncomfortable. it’ll be such a drag listening to her get upset about the smoke.”

“say less, but is she hot? if she’s just an old friend let me make a move on her.” kiba answered hopping on the couch next to shikamaru.

“no. she’s not cute and you wouldn’t want her anywa-“ shikamaru was cut off by a light knock on the apartment door.

“can you go invite her in for me?”

“do you ever get off your lazy ass? whatever fine.” kiba said while getting up off the couch and walking towards the door.

kiba opened the door and didn’t say anything, he just stared down at y/n who looked back up at him confused clearly expecting shikamaru to answer. ‘not cute?’ kiba thought. ‘is shikamaru out of his MIND??’ surely this couldn’t be the girl shikamaru was talking about, shikamaru would have to be an idiot to not find her attractive. she was dressed in a sexy yet subtle outfit. she smelt nice and her hair looked so soft, her skin was like porcelain, delicate and smooth.

“uhh i’m sorry, who are you?” kiba asked

“oh- i umm, i’m y/n nice to meet you. i’m here to see shikamaru.. i’m at the right apartment, right?” shikamaru tried to look over at y/n but he couldn’t see much with kiba standing in front of the door. he looked back down at his phone and rolled his eyes.

“well? are you gonna let her in? i just told you i had company coming over two minutes ago. how burnt out are you?”

“oh right um come in, i’m kiba, shikamaru’s roommate by the way. make yourself at home.. shikamaru’s on the couch.” kiba stuttered out scratching the back of his neck and moving out of the way so y/n could entered.

“wow shikamaru your place looks nice. is it just you and your roommate living here?” y/n said.

shikamaru looked up from his phone to see her staring around the room and his first thought was ??? what the fuck ?

“y/n?” shikamaru said. he stared at her as she sat on the other couch, his eyes focused on her appearance.

“yeah?” y/n answered smiling back at him.

“nothing i just— you just look really different since i last seen you last. what have you been up to?” he asked still eyeing her up and down, blushing slightly. he felt a little weird, he wasn’t expecting his nerdy childhood best friend to look so good.

“i’ve been busy honestly, i finally moved into my new place and i’ve been going out with friends, it feels nice to finally be back home although i do miss traveling.” friends.. she has other friends now?

“what about you? what have you been up to?” she said still smiling, she looked beautiful, like she’s grown up.. grown into a women’s body, she’d grown into her face as well, no longer looking so babyish. her outfit was nice, showing some skin leaving little to the imagination. this was nothing like her.

“nothing really, just be doing the same old things.... you made some friends when you came back to konoha?”

“yeah i did, i made a few. you should meet them one day, we usually hit parties on the weekends or we’ll chill at one of our houses, drink and smoke or whatever. you would like them.” she exclaimed nodding her head slowly.

huh? wait she even drinks and smokes now? what happened to her? and what changed her when she left.. why was she so different now?

“you drink and smoke now? wow you really are different.”

“oh please” y/n giggled a bit. “i’m still the same old y/n, i’m no different only been living my life in other ways. i’ve been enjoying it ever since i left eleven months ago, you know? i’m having fun i guess.”

“well.. i honestly never expected the day where you would find drinking and smoking fun since you always used to scold me for it.” he said, rolling his eyes playfully, a grin forming on his lips.

“and by the way do you want something to drink, like a water or anything?”

“you know i was just inexpirienced back then shikamaru” she said placing her elbow on the couch arm rest, resting her cheek on her palm and she still had a cute small smile on her face.

“and i’m good, i’ll probably be leaving not too long from now anyways.”

“you in a rush?” shikamaru questioned, slightly raising one of his brows

“hm, kind of. i’m gonna go pregame at one of my friends houses tonight and get ready for a party.”

kiba walked in and sat next to her, he gave shikamaru a pointed look before butting in their conversation and replying “a party tonight huh? you gonna give us the invite?”

“well i mean if you guys wanna go it’s gonna be at 227 Clock Street, not far from here maybe a 15 minute drive. if they ask who you know just say you know me.” she said looking back at kiba “you shouldn’t have any problems. but also, i believe shikamaru said he was busy tonight. right shikamaru?”

“yeah.. well, i do have plans later. but i could just cancel them now, not really important anyways. i guess we could go out. do you think it’ll be a problem to bring others?”

“nope it shouldn’t be a problem at all. the more the merrier, and you and your friends will be able to meet mine tonight!” she said excitedly.

shikamaru excused himself to use the bathroom as kiba continued to talk to y/n and ask her about herself. it was so very obvious that kiba wanted to take her to his room and bend her over, but y/n being hella naive couldn’t tell.

shikamaru looked in the mirror while washing his hands. his eyebrows were scowled, and his eyes were dazed. never could he imagine something like this would happen where y/n would come out of her shell. where she would party. she was as sweet as ever still, she would always be a kind person. nothing could change that, but she wasn’t as quiet as she used to be. it was nice seeing her talk more, no longer stuttering out every other word.

‘if i bring my friends tonight and the rest meet her there’s no doubt she’ll be around more often. i already know they’re gonna be all over her, i’m just curious if she’s still innocent sex wise. last time i seen her she was definitely still a virgin. maybe i should ask her myself.’

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