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gyusimp · 10 months

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°• 🍡 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 🍡 •° [Dom Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem reader]

Ok, I know this post is a bit different so let me explain. I have a friend who's sickly in love with Mitsuri, so she literally paid me to write a fic for her hahaha. I had never written femxfem before, doing this took me out of my comfort zone and even helped me unblock myself! It was a new experience and at the same time fun, I was satisfied with the result so I wanted to post it here in case anyone is interested lmao otherwise just ignore it. I'll post it on AO3 later too.

°•Read Part 02 here!

You were outside her door, in the hallway of her apartment after ringing the bell. Mitsuri would not take long to leave and so it was. After about 10 seconds she appeared on the other side of the door with a big smile on her face as she invited you in.

You had a math test in 1 week at university, you weren't exactly good at math so your friend immediately offered to give you some lessons, practice some topics and help you pass the test with the highest possible score.

"Welcome back, y/n-chan!" She greeted you, excited.

You took off your shoes and left them at the entrance and then headed to Mitsuri's room, the sound of your bare feet and hers walking on the floor accompanied their voices down the hall until she entered her room. The study desk was clean and tidy ready to work so you put your small backpack on the floor next to the bed and sat on one of the chairs that Mitsuri had brought.

"Thank you so much Mitsuri, you have no idea how much this will help me, you are amazing." You thanked her, for the thousandth time since she offered you her help.

"It's nothing y/n-chan! Anything for my friend" she said with flushed cheeks, moving one of her hands while holding her face embarrassedly with the other. "How about we start now?" One took a seat next to the other, you took out some graph paper, your pencil case and your math book. You told Mitsuri what you had to study and which ones were difficult for you, she was not only very good at math but she was also very sweet and patient with you so that gave you enough confidence to ask all the questions you wanted.

She was as sweet as a kindergarten teacher, she even congratulated you when the answer in the exercises you did was correct. It had already been 1 hour and a half since the study session began so the best thing was a short break to clear your mind and prevent you from falling asleep.

"You're doing great! How about a 20 minute break?"

"Cool, I didn't want to fall asleep." You joked, laughing with Mitsuri.

"I'll go get a glass of water, do you want water too?" She asked.

"OK thanks."

Mitsuri stood up and stretched raising her arms, you looked for no reason in her direction without thinking and watched just as she adjusted her skirt after standing up making your chest jump. Mitsuri always wore tight or short clothes, and this skirt was very short so you could see the beginning of her butt as she started to walk towards the door. When she left the room you tried to erase that image from your head and think about something else, maybe read your notes again and thus distract yourself quickly but all that came to mind was the scene when she opened the door of her apartment and the first thing you saw after her face was her tight bust under the little t-shirt she was wearing and that prominent v-neckline showing a big part of the beginning of her boobs. Was it starting to get hot? You decided to take off the cardigan you were wearing and freshen up, luckily you were wearing shorts and a tank top.

After a few seconds, the pink-haired girl entered the room with 2 glasses of water in her hands, the water was so cold that small drops slipped down the glass.

"Thanks girl, this was what I needed." You said, hoping that drinking something cool would stop your pulse racing.

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About 25 minutes of class passed after having had that little break time, you were starting to get bored and despite putting all your effort into paying attention you couldn't solve this exercise. The problems were the most difficult and Mitsuri noticed your frustrated expression trying to solve it.

"Do you have any question?" She asked attentively.

"I can't understand this part, do the exponents have to be multiplied here too? Agh! I feel so stupid..."

"You're not stupid y/n-chan! You've already managed to solve other exercises, you're very smart!"

You looked at the clock on the screen of your cell phone, there was still time to complete the agreed 2 hours of study so you sighed tired when you thought about it.

"So far you've done really well, so I think we can take another break." Mitsuri said, trying to cheer you up.

"Ok, I hope that helps." You got up from the chair and stretched again as did Mitsuri. She got up from the chair and walked to her bed to get on and crawl on the mattress towards the pillows, you looked behind you and realized two things that made you feel too nervous again. She sat cross-legged but her skirt was very short so inevitably you could see her panties and because of the position of her legs you could have seen more but you decided to place your eyes elsewhere.

"Even I feel a bit tired" Mitsuri said.

"What are you talking about? I'm the one who's been burning out her one neuron." You teased, both of you laughing in unison.

"I mean, I've never spent so much time sitting in those chairs, I usually use my bed as a study area so now my back is tingling haha."

"Me too!" You said, sitting on the bed next to her.

Mitsuri sighed and ran one of her hands over her shoulder and back. "Do you mind?" She asked. You didn't have time to react when she reached under her clothes to unhook her bra and remove it, throwing it elsewhere.

"N-not at all, don't worry." You and Mitsuri were quite confident so she was used to doing things like this in front of you without knowing that you were trying hard to hide your nerves.

"These things can be really uncomfortable sometimes, especially when, well...you know." She said, pouting as she massaged her breasts. Why had she done that? Now you felt bad for not being able to stop seeing her. Her little shirt was so tight to her body that it hugged her breasts perfectly, making her nipples stand out from under the fabric. Her breasts were large and the way they bounced under her clothes when she took off her bra kept replaying inside your head. "Sure you're not hot? I can turn on the fan if you want."

"Oh thank you. I'd like that very much."

You stayed sitting on the bed hugging your knees while Mitsuri stood up to go turn on the fan. When you felt the cool breeze hit your skin, you couldn't help but close your eyes and lie down on the pillows while leaving your legs bent. You felt a movement on the mattress so you assumed that Mitsuri had returned to the bed but then she didn't move again and remained silent so you wonder if she was still there or had left the room so you opened your eyes to find out. When you opened your eyes, you caught Mitsuri looking directly at your thighs and between your legs, with your knees bent that way she could easily see your panties under your shorts. This definitely made you too nervous, you were about to sit down and close your legs but another thought came to your head faster. She was also watching you like you were a while ago so that got you a bit horny.

Your face was very red just like Mitsuri's when she felt trapped by you but despite that she didn't try to hide what she was doing or at least try to look a little shy so that only made you keep moving forward.

"All in order?" You asked, spreading your legs with the excuse that your knees were blocking the view of her face in front of you.

At this point it was quite likely that you didn't care anymore and both of you would completely lose your shame.

"What are you talking about?" Mitsuri asked, starting to crawl towards you on the mattress.

"You didn't stop looking at me, it's unfair if I have my eyes closed." You answer.

Sometimes you two used to joke around in similar ways but now, things were getting a bit further, you both subconsciously expected one of you to stop but you kept going. You kept your legs open and Mitsuri lay on your abdomen between them, causing your core to rub dangerously against her and feeling her breasts lean against you.

"Of course that's fair, you were looking at me too so now we're even." She said, making you blush.

Both of you fell silent, Mitsuri staring at you while you tried to look anywhere but her face and that included the low neckline of her t-shirt in front of you. Mitsuri moved in place, at first you thought that she was settling into her place or she would just get up and the class would continue but everything changed when you realized that she started rubbing on you provocatively. Mitsuri settled her legs on the bed keeping one straight and the other bent to rub her own core against her panties and the mattress making her large breasts massage over you. The position of her legs made her little skirt mess up, leaving her butt exposed, showing you her tight little lace panties.

You didn't say anything, you just gasped and spread your legs more so that she could fit better in the middle of you. She smiled at you with desire so that she felt more confident to move as she wanted. Mitsuri placed her arms on each side of you to hold on better and continue rubbing on the mattress and on top of you, she even had the courage to start panting a little just to annoy you and increase your blush. Mitsuri wouldn't stop looking at you and see doing this kind of thing made you feel too nervous and even more when she was so close to you; but you'd be lying if you thought this moment was weird or awkward, each passing minute turning you on more and more and just waiting for one thing to lead to the next. You wondered if at some point she was going to touch you.

"This feels s-so good..." Mitsuri gasped. She settled between your legs and lowered one of her hands to her panties to take them and rub them better against her wet core. "You've never tried this before y/n-chan?...it feels really good."

"N-no..." you managed to reply, feeling her breasts on you turned you on more and more besides the sight in front of you.

"Really? Never before?...self-satisfaction is just as important as self-love, girl." She told you.

You didn't know what to answer, Mitsuri settled back and took her hand out from between her legs. She held on to the mattress again and it was after that when she groped her hand directly between your legs inside your shorts, over your dressed cunt making you arch your back in surprise. You were about to say something but you didn't even have time because she started rubbing her fingers against your panties causing a lot of friction with each brush of the fabric.

"A-AAH!" You moaned, surprised to feel her fingers in your panties.

Hearing your voice like that made Mitsuri turn on more, causing her to start moving her fingers faster as well as her hips against the bed. With every movement, she could feel her wet panties brushing over and over again in the middle of her slit, right on her slippery clit. The feeling was perfect so she wanted you to experience it too.

"Y/n-chan...I want to make you feel really good, aah-ah." she moaned.

Mitsuri took her hand out of your panties for just an instant, grabbing your shorts and pulling them down over your hips and butt until she took them off and tossed them around, exposing your black lace panties fitting your pussy on her face.

The pink-haired girl's fingers took the center of your panties and she began to rub the fabric making sure that each touch was right on your clit just like she did until little by little you were wetting the fabric of your underwear; you even started to move your hips to get a better feel. Mitsuri noticed that you began to get wet very quickly and slowly began to moan in need.

"D-doesn't that feel amazing?" Mitsuri asked. "The rub on the clit is perfect-aah! I'm so-so wet! And you too...mmhh."

You were both about to cum if she continued like this, but Mitsuri didn't want this to happen, at least not yet. She wanted to try more things and at the same time make sure that you enjoyed it as much as she did. Mitsuri stopped and got up, tooked off her skirt and sat up to crawl over to you.

"Don't you think it would be better to feel…closer?" She proposed to you, biting her pink lip. She traced a line with her finger all over your slit, feeling your wet labia. "We are both very wet." You stayed in the same position and Mitsuri imitated it in front of you, legs spread and leaning on her arms on the bed. "I'd like to feel you…here" she said, spreading her legs and making her panties shift to let her cunt peek out from under the fabric.

"Then do it..." you replied.

Hearing that made her heart jump with happiness. Mitsuri came up to you and took your panties off, then she got rid of her panties as well and left them lying around. She took your thighs squeezing them sensually to accommodate your legs around her waist and make you hook her between your legs. She did the same and that's when you realized how flexible Mitsuri was when she spread your legs and hers and hooked you in the same way against the bed, letting her breasts crash against yours almost on your face. When he was in the position she wanted, she dropped putting some pressure on you and sat down so that her pussy was exactly on yours, making you moan when you felt his wet labia. Mitsuri leaned over and settled on your hips, holding onto her arms on either side of you and beginning to move her hips, slow movements in circles and back and forth. The contact between your most sensitive points was direct, the position of the open legs of both and each of the movements made your lips move and your cunts open to collide and slide against each other.

Wet sounds began to accompany your and her moans throughout the room, you moved your hips against Mitsuri's to cause more friction. Both cunts wet rubbing each other, your clit massaging against Mitsuri's was the most perfect sensation you've ever felt in your life. You looked up or squeezed your eyes but when you looked ahead and saw Mitsuri's neckline you completely sank in pleasure and didn't take your eyes off her. Her tits moved and bounced on you with each of her thrusts, her hard nipples standing out under her tight t-shirt. Mitsuri's movements began to get faster and faster, crashing and bouncing off of you, she began to grind her vagina against yours increasing the odds of bringing both of you an amazing orgasm. You realized something, Mitsuri's t-shirt was too small and her bust was too big, her boobs began to bounce more and more forcefully from her cleavage and seeing that made you crazy and she didn't seem to care at all; she just kept moving on you, getting wet on your vagina until the position she was in and her strong thrusts caused one of her breasts to come completely out of her clothes bouncing on you and then her other tit did the same. You didn't take your eyes off her, her pink nipples were rubbing on your chest so you decided to take them to massage them with your hands and make her as aroused as you were.

"Y-your boobs are so big-aah! I love them."

"You're also...a-aah- you're beautiful y/n-chan! Your little wet cunt is so cute ah-mnnh!" Mitsuri moved away from you a bit and took off her shirt, making her breasts bounce even more when she took it off. You didn't stop seeing her for a second, moving more.

When she returned to the position she was in, you put both hands directly on her butt to massage it and put some downward pressure so that your cunt was closer to hers, you squeezed and touched her ass making her moan for a long time until that you felt the need for more. Your left hand slid between her buttocks until it reached her wet pussy and your right hand began to play with your own pussy or the part that Mitsuri's couldn't cover, wetting the fingers of both hands, pumping your own hole and feeling this made Mitsuri squirm on top of you, leaning her head back moaning with all her might and moving faster on top of you. Your juices and hers splashed between her slippery cunt and your legs spread wider to rub you with each of her folds.

"AA-AH! Yy/n...y/n-chan! Mmghh-aah!! D-you think you're gonna cum already?"

You couldn't even answer because you were about to, you moved your hips hard to feel Mitsuri on your clit while you tightened around your fingers, you squeezed Mitsuri's ass again making her moan as you did when a warm sensation it went down from your abdomen straight into your pelvis.

"AAH-AAH MITSURI!! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! AAH!!"

Your legs spread wide, your back arched and a sticky white discharge shot straight out of your vagina drenching Mitsuri, causing her to do the same and cum in your pussy. Both wetting each other while she was still bouncing her pussy against yours in reaction to the orgasm until her speed slowed down.

Her thighs and yours were wet and sticky, you saw Mitsuri's breasts and as they glistened with sweat, sweat dripped from the back of your knees to your feet and your legs trembled as did your breath. Mitsuri lay down next to you and let both of you stretch out your legs after staying in that position for so long. Before she fully pulled away from you, you could see thin white threads coming from her cunt joining yours, leaving you wet and feeling slippery between your legs. Mitsuri's chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, even though neither of you spoke it wasn't an awkward moment at all. You two looked into each other's eyes and different parts of your body at the same time. You didn't know what time it was, you even completely forgot the reason you were here, you saw the desk and looked at all your study material and then you saw the time on the clock next to the bed on a small table. 6:44 pm It was already getting dark outside and that worried you a bit.

"That was a very interesting lesson." You said, breaking the silence.

"We should repeat it another day, don't you think?" Mitsuri spoke, sensually.

"You think so? Then you won't be able to get me out of here that easily in a study session." You joked.

"You don't have to go today, I know it can be dangerous to go out at night so you can spend the night here..."

"You mean...a second round?" You said, getting up to approach Mitsuri.

"If that's what you want."

"Only if you let me go above you this time..." you replied, straddling her.

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whatsnewalycat · 11 months

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Passenger / Chapter 1

Pairing: Trucker!Din Djarin AU x OFC Charlie Wanderlust

Chapter One: Vermont

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Series Summary: In her time tramping across the United States, Charlie Wanderlust has found life on the road to be challenging, but rewarding. When she makes enemies with a powerful figure, a bounty is put out for her capture. Din Djarin, a long-haul trucker and occasional bounty hunter, takes the job as a means to gain financial stability. Their paths cross, and as a result, the winding route of their lives are forever altered.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 3.3k+

Content / Warnings: modern-day au, alternating pov, second person pov, slow burn, vagabond ofc, dog grogu, enemies to lovers, bounty hunting, violence, swearing, truckers

Notes: Heeeeyyyy buddy. Rated explicit because the whole series is just gonna go under that umbrella, I don't care to get into nitty-gritty of rating systems with each chapter lmfao but it will eventually be explicit. I made a Spotify playlist for the series and cross-posted on AO3 (un: glitter_deity), links to both are on the masterlist! OK BIG KISSES HAVE FUN!

Charlie’s Rules for Living on the Road, RULE #3: Keep your wits about you.

The tiny bar you’re in is shabby and crowded. All-American beer signs reflect red white and blue off the nicked-up mahogany bar top that’s so sticky and rich it reminds you of maple syrup. Fitting, considering you’re in Vermont, of all places.

It reeks of expired hand sanitizer. A strange combination of rubbing alcohol and rotting fruit that your nose doesn’t really know how to sort, but you just know you hate it. Thought it would be worth gagging through, but apparently not.

Despite how crowded the small dance floor was during your set, the tips were a fucking joke. Sixteen dollars.

Anyway, Rule #3.

The Paul Bunyan-esque bartender who agreed to let you play for tips must recognize that his patrons are cheapskates, because he approaches you from behind the bar and says, “Tough luck. Want me to make you a drink?”

“I’ll take some water.”

“Can make something harder if ya want. On the house,” he offers, pressing his wide palms against the bar.

“How about,” you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, then tilt your head at the hard plastic menu display standing erect between his splayed hands, “some mozzarella sticks?”

He raises a thick reddish-brown eyebrow at you, “Sure.”

A satisfied smile spreads across your face and you lean against the bar, propping your chin up on your fist, “You’re a lifesaver. What’s your name?”

“Jim,” he scoops ice into a tall glass and sprays water into it.

A man wearing tawny carhartt overalls and a blaze orange stocking cap approaches the bar. Jim tosses a cardboard coaster in front of you and sets your water glass down, then ambles over to take his order. He tends to a few more customers and you surreptitiously size up their wallets.

Once the demand for his attention wanes, Jim slides a parchment paper-lined basket of sizzling mozzarella sticks across the bar to you.

“You’re a fucking saint, Jim, thank you,” you crack one open, revealing the gooey, cream-colored innards. Steam bursts from the chasm and scalds your fingertips.

When you hiss and drop it, Jim chuckles, “Careful, they’re hot.”

“Thanks for the warning,” you tease, flashing a playful smile.

He pulls up the sleeves of his heavyweight green and black flannel, “So what’s your deal, where you from?”

“I’m from everywhere, and nowhere,” you sigh, then meet his unamused dark eyes and explain, “Kind of a roamer. I’ve been tramping around the country for a while.”

“All by yourself?” Jim raises his eyebrows, and when you nod he frowns, “Ain’t that kinda dangerous?”

“Nothin’ I can’t handle. Get to meet all kinds of people, see all kinds of places. Always an adventure. It’s real living.”

“And how long you been doin’ this?”

“A few years now,” you answer, poking at the busted mozzarella stick to test its warmth, “Are you from the area?”

“Born ‘n’ raised,” he looks around the bar, surveying the faces he must have seen hundreds, if not thousands, of times.

“Do you like it?” you pinch off a piece of the fried food and pop it into your mouth.

“Ain’t too bad,” he shrugs, “It’s familiar, ya know. It’s my home.”

You hum in acknowledgment as you swallow your food, then press your elbows into the bar and lean forward, “Ever think of leaving it all behind? Seeing what’s out there?”

Jim shakes his head and chuckles, “No ma’am, that’s not for me.”

“Why not?”

“You’re just a curious thing, ain’t ya?”

Before you can retort, Jim is flagged down by another thirsty patron. You scarf down the greasy, scorching hot mozzarella sticks as he makes more drinks, then you push the bar stool out and call over to him, “Hey, can I leave my stuff here while I use the bathroom?”

He glances up at you and nods in the affirmative.

On your way back to the bar after your bathroom break, you stroll by a stack of heavy winter jackets sitting unattended at a table. It’s been on your radar since a group of four tossed them down about an hour ago. Since then, the jackets have only been revisited when their owners found their beer pitcher dry and in need of a refill. You couldn’t help but notice the sea of green inside one woman’s wallet before she returned it to its (terrible) hiding place.

RULE #8: Take care of yourself.

You squint up at a sign on the wall while your hand plunges into the pile of jackets. Your fingers brush up against the metal clasp of a wallet. You unfasten it and feel around for two bills, slipping them up your sleeve before walking away.

Adrenaline thuds through your heart, flooding your body with a weightless, buzzing energy. No matter how many times you’ve stolen, it’s still a rush.

When you return to your seat, you heave your rucksack over your shoulders, then your guitar strap, adjusting it until the guitar is safely fastened at your back.

“Taking off?” Jim asks as he clears your empty food basket from the bar.

“I suppose,” you meet his gaze and flash him a cordial smile, “Gonna see if I can find a place to set up camp.”

“You’re not sleeping outside, are ya?” he frowns, “Gonna drop below freezing overnight.”

You shrug, “I’ll be fine.”

“Aww hell, I can’t let you do that,” he protests, then ushers you closer, “Tell ya what—There’s an empty apartment upstairs, why don’t you sleep up there? No furniture, but I figure you have a sleeping bag or something, yeah?”

You search his face, trying to read his intentions and determine whether or not this is a safe offer to take.

He must recognize your hesitation, because he adds, “I’ll give you the key, you can deadbolt it from the inside. Just leave it unlocked in the morning, ok?”

“Really?” your eyebrows press together, “That would be… fucking amazing, actually.”

He tugs a key ring from his front pocket and wrestles one of the keys off, then slides it across the bar to you, “First unit around the corner. Don’t make me regret it, ya hear?”

Din slides his pen into the logbook’s spiraled spine and tosses it onto the empty passenger’s seat. He taps the tablet mounted on his dash and pulls up the load board, surveying available pickups in the area.

After factoring in fuel prices and time on the road, he determines that none of them have a particularly high net gain. Not enough to take his 1999 Peterbilt 379 in for the repairs it so desperately needs, anyway.

With a dissatisfied sigh, he pulls the cell phone from his pocket and dials Karga.

“Din, my old friend, to what do I owe the pleasure?” the man’s jovial voice booms through the speaker.

“Do you have anything in New England?”

Karga hums to himself. Din hears a few computer mouse clicks and the rapid clack clack clack of a keyboard, then Karga responds, “Let’s see here, I have a few bail jumpers, nonviolent offenses, in Maine, New Hampshire…”

“How much?”

“Five thousand for Maine, ten thousand for New Hampshire.”

“Anything bigger?”

More humming, some clicks, then, “Ah! Look here, there’s a private bounty, last seen along I-89 in Vermont. Deliver dead or alive to Portland.”

“Portland, Maine?”

“Oregon.”

“That’s too far.”

“It pays one-hundred fifty thousand.”

Din raises his eyebrows. He’s silent as he considers this. His truck is in a tenuous state, but if he can make it there, he could get every repair needed. Hell, he could buy a whole new truck and still have excess money to donate to The Academy.

“I’ll take it.”

After hanging up, Din gets a new email notification on the mounted tablet. He leans forward and opens the message from Karga listing the details of the bounty.

Name: Charlie Wanderlust DOB: Unknown, assumed to be aged mid-to-late twenties Race: White Sex: Female Height: Estimated between 5’0” and 5’4” Weight: Estimated between 130 and 160 lbs Hair color: Blonde Eye color: Brown Last known location: Near Williston, VT, Travel Plaza of I-89 10/14. Prior possible sightings: near Londonderry, NH, RMZ Truck Stop off I-93 10/12; near Newburgh, NY, Pilot Travel Center off I-84 10/8.

Included are blurry CCTV stills of a petite woman, dressed head-to-toe in black, face mostly concealed by a bandana, stringy white blonde hair spilling down her back from beneath a beanie. The stills appear to be taken in some kind of warehouse, and show the subject pointing a handgun directly at a man whose hands are raised behind his head.

Another collection of photos, much clearer than the shoddy CCTV stills, show the target on her tiptoes, talking to a trucker through his rolled-down window. The snapshots depict them trading a plastic baggie and cash. A bloated dark green rucksack hangs off her back, and an acoustic guitar strap spans her chest, leaving the instrument hanging upside down, flush against one side of the sack.

Din observes her profile and notes the pointed chin and hooked nose as distinguishing features that will make her easy to spot. He surmises that she’s using an alias, because there’s no way that’s a real name. Her posture and trigger discipline in the CCTV stills tells him that she boasts familiarity with gun safety, and is probably armed. She’s backpacking, likely hitching rides with, and selling drugs to, truckers.

When he pulls up a map on the tablet’s screen and traces the path between the sighting locations, he notices she’s trending north. Probably trying to cross the Canadian border, considering most bounty hunters won’t find the difficulties that would come with re-entering the United States worth it. Try explaining to the border patrol why a pretty blonde woman is being held against her will. That will go well.

He zooms in on truck stops and gas stations further along I-89. The stretch of road he wants to search is approximately 200 miles away. It will take 3 hours to get there, maybe less. She doesn’t seem to be moving at a particularly fast rate, but her trajectory indicates she’s close to Canada. Probably only needs to hitch one or two more rides to get to the border.

Din glances over his shoulder into the sleeper cab, at the wrinkly, white, satellite-eared French bulldog sitting at attention on his bed, “What do you think? Should we go catch a bad guy?”

The dog tilts his head in response.

“Come on, boy,” Din pats the passenger’s seat, then the dog hops off the bed in favor of the front seat.

At 7 AM, just as you’re rolling your sleeping bag up, a knock sounds at the door, then the doorknob jiggles.

You jump to your feet and approach the noise, hollering, “Yeah?”

“It’s Jim.”

You unlock the door and swing it open to find the lumberjack bartender standing there with a steaming styrofoam cup in each hand. He’s wearing a new flavor of flannel long sleeve, this one checkered black and red, tucked into his dark blue jeans. His reddish brown hair is damp and slicked back, pale skin tinged pink by the cool air. Or rosacea. Or both.

“Good morning,” you greet and step back to let him cross the threshold, closing the door behind him. The thuds of his heavy leather boots echo across the barebones efficiency apartment.

“I got you a coffee,” he says and sets one of the cups on the kitchen counter.

“Thank you so much, Jim,” you smile and meet his eyes. In the bright light of morning, they gleam a rich golden brown that feels warm and inviting. You drop your gaze and tuck a long strand of blonde hair behind your ear, then clear your throat before returning to your sleeping bag.

As you roll it up, he tells you, “Figured I’d stop by and make sure everything went ok last night. You takin’ off this morning, then?”

“That’s what it looks like,” you tie your sleeping bag tight with practiced efficiency, shove it into your pack, then zip it closed while muttering, “On the road again.”

“Need anything else before ya go?”

This man’s kindness and generosity is almost overwhelming. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s smitten with you. A concept that curdles your heartstrings.

“Um… well,” you sigh and raise your eyes to meet his, “If you’re offering, I could use a ride to the truck stop off I-89.”

“Sure thing,” he grins, the apples of his cheeks pushing his eyes into crescents, “Ready to go now, or you wanna get some breakfast first?”

“I’m ready,” you stand with a grunt and pull on your coat. He watches you do this, and when you glance up at him, he looks away and strokes his bushy beard, then takes a sip of coffee.

Jim insists on carrying your bag out to his black pickup truck. You follow behind him, coffee in one hand, neck of your guitar in the other. The ride to Jolley Truck Stop is accompanied by a Sunday morning country music segment dedicated to Christian songs of the genre. The trees are all ripe with autumn colors, their leaves a gorgeous array of reds and oranges.

“It’s so beautiful this time of year,” you comment as you watch the scenery go by, “Look at that foliage.”

Jim chuckles, “We have a name for the types of folks comin’ around here to look at the trees in fall.”

“What’s that?”

“Leaf lickers.”

You swing your head over to look at Jim, who’s sporting an amused grin, then start laughing, “Leaf? Lickers?”

He snorts and nods, “Yes ma’am.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you shake your head and look out the window again, “Have any exciting plans for the rest of the day?”

“Church, then a Patriots game,” he answers, “Where do you think the day’ll take you, Miss Charlie?”

“Hopefully to Canada,” you murmur, “But we’ll see. Rule number six of living on the road: Embrace change.”

“Good rule to live by,” Jim responds, flicking on his blinker to turn into the truck stop, “I’ll have to try that out for myself.”

“You should, Jim,” you cast a warm smile his way, “Really, I mean it. There’s more to life than Milton. I think you’d like it out there.”

When his truck comes to a stop, he shifts into park, keeping an eye on you as you open the passenger’s side door and hop out.

You grab your rucksack and guitar, then tell him, “Thank you so much for your hospitality. I wish you the best of luck on all your future journeys, Jim.”

“It was nice meeting you, Charlie,” he nods and gives you a wistful smile.

With this, you slam the door shut and approach the sidewalk next to the truck stop, then take a moment to organize your belongings. After verifying you have all the things you need in the most accessible locations, you secure your rucksack and guitar on your back. Jim’s truck rumbles in idle for a while, but you don’t turn around until you hear him pull away.

RULE #9: Do not get attached.

Din is 5 miles out from the last place on his list, Jolleys Truck Stop, when the CB radio crackles to life.

A voice cuts through, “Anyone see that blondie wandering around at Jolleys? Rusty Crawler, Over.”

“With the guitar? Interstate Blackbeard, Over.”

Din’s heart skips and his spine straightens.

“Aye-firmative, Blackbeard. She a lot lizard er what?”

“Negative, Rusty, she has party favors.”

He picks up his mic and asks, “Do you have eyes on her, Rusty Crawler? 38-91, over.”

“Do I ever, 38-91, wheeew,” the man jests.

Din looks over at the dog, who was jolted awake by the radio. He starts panting, his buggy black eyes darting around the cab, little nub of a tail wiggling with excitement.

“Are you ready?” he asks, raising his eyebrows in question to his companion.

“Boof.”

“Good,” Din chuckles in response, then turns his eyes back to the road.

You knock on the red Freightliner’s window and squint up at the driver as he rolls his window down, “Hey there. Are you looking for a west coast turnaround?”

He grins and shakes his head, “No, darlin’, but I reckon I’m lookin for a friend if you’re offerin’ your company.”

“Not on the table, I’m afraid,” you crinkle your nose and wave, “Let me know if you change your mind.”

“Same goes for you, pretty girl,” he hollers at your back as you walk further down the row of idling rigs. An intuitive shiver runs down your spine; you suspect the man’s foul vibes are at fault.

There’s a newcomer in the lineup: an old, silver Peterbilt, shiny with chrome details. The driver is wearing a black baseball cap and aviator sunglasses, but seems to be looking in your direction, so you wave.

He waves back.

As you draw near, he opens the driver’s side door and hops out of the cab. He’s broad-shouldered and tall. The sleeves of his black crewneck sweater pull taut around his chest and biceps. His posture is impeccable, his steps metered, and you’re immediately struck by the assertive energy radiating off him in waves.

Another shiver creeps along your backbone. And it’s just an off kind of feeling that gives you pause, but you stop in your tracks.

RULE #2: Listen to your gut.

He puts one palm up towards you in a gesture of peace and says, “Charlie Wanderlust—”

“How do you know my name?”

Your eyes flick to your distorted reflection in his mirrored sunglasses. The hair back of your neck stands at attention. You take a cautious backwards step.

“I can bring you in warm,” he slides a gloved hand to the back of his cargo pants, “or I can bring you in cold.”

Static booms in your chest. Your stomach plummets to the asphalt beneath your feet, and you scoff, “Fuck you, man, what the fuck are you talking about?”

He tilts his head, as if to mock your feigned ignorance.

A dog barks.

It pulls his attention away for just a second, but it’s long enough for you to turn and bolt in the opposite direction.

All you can hear is your ragged breath and blood whooshing behind your ears and boots pounding against the pavement.

Not just your boots.

His, too.

They get closer with every beat.

A tug on your rucksack makes your heart gallop. You yelp and duck between two semi-trucks, pushing yourself as hard and fast as your legs can go. You reach the end of the rumbling trailer corridor and glance over your shoulder, only to find he’s not there.

That moment is enough to blind you.

It’s like you hit a wall, he’s just that fucking solid.

You bounce off of him, and before you realize what’s happening, he’s slamming your face against a trailer door. His thick fingers tangle in your hair and close into a fist.

“Fuck, that fucking hurts! What the fuck is your problem?!” you wail, thrashing in resistance as he rips off your guitar and tosses it to the ground with a twangy thunk that breaks your heart.

“Hey!” you bellow, “Be fucking careful with that!”

The man strips your rucksack off next, dropping it at your feet. He grabs one wrist, pinching a handcuff around it, then the other.

“Stay there,” he pants, then picks all your worldly possessions off the ground and slings them onto his shoulders.

He yanks the chain of the handcuffs, sending you stumbling back a few steps. You steady yourself, only for him to push you forward and throw you off balance again. Your vision goes red with anger.

“Fuck you,” you spit through gritted teeth, “Fucking asshole.”

He doesn’t say anything in response, just presses his hand between your shoulder blades and prods you onward.

Rage bubbles between the layers of your skin. Every single insult in the book simmers at the back of your throat, but all that comes out is a strained growl.

Then you put one foot in front of the other and let him lead you to your fate.

[ Next Chapter ]

#passenger #din djarin x ofc #din djarin x you #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfic #trucker!din djarin au #modern day au #the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian au #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic

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thedanniannie · 1 month

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What I think Itachi's Morning Routine Would Look Like...

This is on a weekend, when he's not busting his ass at a day job

Modern AU headcanons (sfw)

He gets to luxuriate a bit today (like me. I'm writing this over a homemade mocha. And yes it's subpar but I'm pretending that it's not...)

5:30 - Alarm is off and he's shuffling out of bed. His logic, he doesn't want to lose his sleep schedule, even on a day off.

5:40 - He changes into a grubby set of clothes and brushes his teeth almost immediately after getting out of bed.

5:45 - He prepares a quick, small breakfast (just to gain some sustanance before working out) and takes his prescriptions.

6:00 - He stretches and runs. He doesn't usually get to go out much when he's working. Maybe he can fit in some physical activities after work, but not like he can on a Saturday. He can actually enjoy a nice run for once, and while it is still cool outside.

6:45 - Itachi showers and puts on his nicer day clothes. He is normally quick and brisk with his showers during the week. But he finds himself luxuriating a bit. (NOT that he doesn't take good showers normally, Mikoto didn't raise a HEATHEN!)

7:10 - He can finally take the morning a bit slower now. He makes himself a more appropriate breakfast, bringing it to the small table by the window where he likes to eat and read. His book is already there, a bookmark indicating that it's nearing the end of its story. Maybe I can look for another book today, Itachi thought.

7:30 - Itachi finished his book. Unfortunately for him the book store doesn't open until 10, so he decides to waste some time at a café. He makes sure the kitchen is tidy before leaving the house.

8:00 - He arrives at the café with a small laptop in hand. He orders a seasonal latte and finds his spot at a table with an open outlet. Itachi decides to write until the store is open.

(Now I want an Itachi/writer au headcanon/fanfic... lemme cook on it and I'll post one later)

10:00 - Book store. He is happy. Bc the book store is open.

11:00 - Itachi may have gotten carried away with his time at the book store, and is just now arrive back home. He looks down at his phone, eager to answer the work emails that have been piling in while he was out (Mikoto wished Itachi had a better work-life balance. She reasoned with him to just have one day--Saturday--to himself. He could always answer back on Sunday. While it itched at Itachi's work ethic, he obliged to make his mother happy).

He sits back and picks one of the books from the small pile he brought back home.

This was fun. I'm content. Also the time stamps aren't like, a "set schedule" he has. I think he's just naturally punctual without trying. I also love anytime I get to reference Itachi's love for café-hopping bc that's gawt to be the most darlin' thang about him 💖

#itachi uchiha #itachi naruto #itachi fanfic #itachi headcanons #modern au #headcanon #itachi

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 7 months

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yknow what would be fun,,,,

modern!au kyojuro n reader having horror nights every once in a while (where they watch horror movies, stay up late to play horror games, etc etc)

he’s trying to act bright n brave but he’s getting scared too,,, he can do all the horror until it’s some sort of psychological horror game or movie or the kind that have u on edge 24/7,,,

just smth to think abt

(This request is cool because it’s spooky season, I hope you have a great day/night!!)

A Spooky Movie Night

Kyojuro Rengoku x GN! Reader

(Warning: Modern AU and a whole bunch of fluff)

It was that time of year again, spooky season. You and Kyojuro loved this eventful season because of many things but one of the things were horror nights. Horror nights with you and Kyojuro consisted of snacks, blankets, pillows, and of course horror movies.

Tonight was one of those horror nights, you and Kyojuro were on the couch snacking on some popcorn and watching some sort of movie about a mental hospital. You looked over at Kyojuro when you felt him move closer to you, his hand interlocking with yours.

“Are you okay, love? Are you perhaps scared?” You say in a teasing way, squeezing his hand gently. Earlier when you both were preparing the snacks he claimed that he never gets scared when he’s watching horror movies. So you two made it a challenge to watch the scariest stuff without getting scared.

“Nonsense! I am perfectly fine, my flame! Don’t you even worry.” He says, eyes laser-focused on the TV screen.

“If you say so~” You said before turning your attention to the movie.

Not even five minutes pass by and you felt Kyojuro jump. Looking over at him, you smirk “Oh? Why’d you jump? Was it really that scary for you?” You say before busting out laughing at his flushed face.

He takes a pillow from the couch and hits you in the face in a jokingly way to stop you from laughing. “It just startled me, that’s it!” He tried to defend himself.

You removed the pillow from your face, “Aww come on, I was just teasing you.” You say, putting the popcorn to the side to straddle his lap, placing a quick kiss on his lips. His face got even more flushed as he avoided eye contact with you causing you to giggle.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck to place kisses there.

You pull away to look at his face which was visibly more calm now. You were always able to calm him down quickly even if you didn’t say much. He sees you as a person that he can trust, a person that he feels safe around. He smiles at you, deep down he’s still a little afraid of that movie but that didn’t matter to him right now, what mattered was that you were here by his side at this moment and man was he eternally grateful for that.

Masterlist

#kny modern au #kny scenarios #kny fluff #kny x reader #kny x y/n #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku fluff #rengoku x reader #rengoku x y/n

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Hahaha jokes on you for saying people are qualified to speak to you bc now I’m even more encouraged to send you my thoughts

Jk. But I appreciate your acceptance of them. I’m currently trying to bully my IRL bestie to hurry tf up on getting thru one piece bc right now my options are limited like she’s in enies lobby now and I’m like pls… at least get to post time skip… I can scream about Law and Marco then

Omg ok so it’s peak squirrel brain hours for me rn so lemme try to tell you about this brainrot I’ve been having.

I literally have no idea where it came from but modern au, you’re a patron at thatch’s bar, you go there often and are friendly with thatch bc he’s a nice guy. Friends with Luffy. You go to said bar, having a great time with your friends, whitebeard crew shows up bc it’s thatch’s place obvi, but some other crew busts in trying to pick a fight. Somehow you get yoinked as a hostage bc the other crew wants to fight somewhere else (a trap duh) and it’s not a situation where they can get you out safe so they’re like yes we’ll fight you at this location but Marco is like I wanna come too, prolly cause he feels responsible maybe you were by the whitebeard crew bc you were luffy’s friend or you were flirting with Marco and that’s why you got snatched

And the baddies they’re like fine fine but it’s seastone cuffs. They got beef with him or something so they were down, plus having one of their fighters tapped out seemed smart

So you go off with them and both of you are just subconsciously trying to protect the other Marco even has you come sit on his lap bc the sketchy van you’re put in has stuff all over the floor and you’re wearing shorts/skirt and it’s conveniently freezing in the van so like, y’all can warm eachother up

And the baddies are like oh wait is it the Phoenix’s gf is that why he wanted to come and they’re taunting like oh the things we could do to your little gf and Marco is like just remember the cuffs won’t be on forever

Anyways they drive y’all around until the meeting time maybe taunting or roughing poor Marco up a little and finally they all meet up at this trap location except obvi the whitebeard pirates are gonna kick ass and come to the rescue and they take you back with them to heal any injuries/make sure you ok

BUT

Oh no one of the baddies gets away and starts posting all over the dark web about the phoenix’s weakness and everyone is like oh you’re in danger guess you gotta stay with us for awhile

And Marco was so nice so you just have a huge crush but he somewhat avoids you bc he feels responsible so you’re like oh he does not like me back oh ok

And idk they’re loosely mafia ish so some shenanigans ensue of people coming after you but Marco is always there to protect you and the tension is off the charts

….

That’s kinda as far as my brain got bc I keep starting over lmao

Ugh I wish I was better at making that a cute little story I’m so good at coming up with things in my head but typing them out is so hard T_T

But I hope you enjoyed my brainrot I’m about to head to bed and will most likely be thinking of it more <3

An Author friend of mine - far more successful and suited to the job than I am - said something once that really sticks with me.

The ideas are the easy part, writing is the hard part.

Some people will come to her with ideas, and want some sort of 50/50 deal for doing "half" the work, and honestly, no matter how well fleshed out the idea is, it's barely going to be 5% of the process at best.

I don't share that to put your idea down, not even a little, but I do mention it to highlight that you're not wrong. Turning ideas into stories is the hard part, and honestly I always love seeing that truth understood too. (Real fun is when you apply that to other things and realize that certain types who have "great ideas" are rarely the ones who make them reality, but they really want to continually tell you how great their ideas are changing the world >.> )

<.<

Moving on from my little rant, I have to say I LOVE THIS - KAZIEAI OMFG I AM FOAMING AT THE FUCKING MOUTH YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS IS ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITIESTS SITUATIONS EVER!

I love everything about this!

AND THE ENSUING ANGST

UNNNGH.

So - I have to admit I have a Mafia AU Marco story I'm slowly working on. It's pretty complex so far, intended as a slowburn anyway, and I really want to incorporate this idea into it. I just love the vibes.

AND - lol - one of the points I wanted to sort out for it was specifically having the reader end up in the Main House for the Whitebeard Mafia family. This idea is PERFECT, a few adjustments for the reader type and the AU itself, and the vibes are there. It's a Devil Fruit AU too, so >.>

the reader as a hostage gets Marco as a "hostage", they're supposed to let her go at that point, but someone gets the brilliant idea that the girl keeps the bird inline, and Pops' prize bird keeps the other boys inline, so they're keeping both.

The idea of the doomed kidnappers thinking the two are together works, it'll be the 2nd or 3rd time they've met and yeah, there's been flirting, but nothing committal. So her staying at the Main House for protection still leave Marco with a sour taste - he does like her, but this situation isn't fair. He's too laid back and experienced to blatantly avoid her, but he makes sure there's always someone else around, excusing himself before his brothers can "leave the two of them alone" or anything.

In this particular story the reader is an adopted kid of Big Mom's, trying to get away from the mafia life to some degree, and more than that to avoid being married off for whatever reason by Big Mom in the first place. (this is grumbled about in the first chapter, so it's not some big reveal). That certainly adds another layer to things, especially if Lin-Lin sees it as an in to tie the two families together.

Ah, sweet Kazieai <3 I would love to utilize this wonderful idea you've blessed my morning with. Just because the idea part is easier than the writing part doesn't mean it isn't worth due credit ❤️Especially when it's just the scenario I was trying to come up with.

#quin muses #quin answers #reader insert #x reader #kazieai #marco the phoenix #the current working title is Accidental Ornithology >.>

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summercreolefanfictioner · 2 years

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maya sakamaki fashion headcanons

So here's the thing, I thought this headcanon thing is talking abt Maya's freaking closet (turns out I am wrong 😭). But I still wanna add the wardrobe thingy 'cause I just don't want my writing to go to waste.

As I've mentioned in Maya's random facts post, her main outfits are her long-sleeved maid outfit and the Ryoutei Academy school uniform. However, during summer, she switches to her short-sleeved maid uniform to cater to the season

The reason behind this is that, her other outfits are solely dependent on who her master is.

So yeah, during her time at the Feinze mansion, she was always wearing kimono/yukata and pairs them with dark boots. She also ensures it has a blade underneath so ppl who decide to mess with her won't stand a chance.

But now that she's a Sakamaki doll, Maya has more freedom to express her personality with her clothing.

In fact, she actually likes her clothes now better than the kimono lolita dresses bcos it makes her look more like a teenager instead of a priestess child at a temple

She actually leans on modern pastel grunge + soft girl + dark academia aesthetic outfits with a spring/winter-cool color range to match her pale skin, red eyes, and long dark hair.

So yeah, it's no secret that all her clothes are given by Kanato. In fact, some of them were handmade by him (especially the dresses) and Kanato even takes his time to style her before going out.

And since they were all handmade or given by him, you would notice attention to detail factors like ruffles, ribbons, etc.

Kanato actually has a hard time styling Maya because she has a soft classic body style and slightly large breasts. This forces Kanato to make dresses of larger sizes and accommodate her bust.

And yes, Kanato knows if Maya doesn't like the outfit he makes her wear by observing her for a good minute and if she doesn't stand in front of the mirror for too long, that's when he knows

He'll just make up an excuse that her frowning face made the dress ugly so he would think he styles her really well this sore loser

And yes, Maya never wears a pencil or body-hugging skirts. Not because Kanato doesn't like her emphasizing her womanly assets, but because it will be hard for her to fight in them

In the fake human AU series, Maya's wardrobe definitely got a drastic change. Since she was hired by Shuu to work as his secretary, Maya donned office-friendly outfits to match her work position and make her look more like an adult.

Kanato even commented Maya looked like a different person in the secretary get-up

Most of them are dresses or outfits with skirts. Square pants are a big no since it only makes her look smaller, so she opted for skinny dress pants or jeans.

When it comes to shoes, most of Maya's shoes are Mary Jane's, platforms, black boots, sneakers, doll shoes, and sandals. (all of them have blades hidden underneath)

And she loves wearing socks and stockings; it's like she loves covering her legs most of the time hence why she still uses black stockings despite her maid outfit

Kanato always gives her socks with cute patterns to give her edgy outfits a soft hint

Fun fact: Maya has never worn heels (as per the fake human series fic) because Karlheinz and Gilbert Feinze thought she has no need for them. Plus you can't insert a blade in heels.

That's why most of Maya's shoes don't have heels in them. And if they do, they're still a bit flat with mininalist design, just like this:

So yeah, she had to practice walking in heels thanks to Shuu and Kanato's meddling since she was disguised in the fake human AU series as Shuu's secretary.

Maya is actually not big on accessories.

After all, she's a maid and she can end up ruining them while doing household chores, especially laundry

However, being Kanato's exclusive doll wife has made her wear them since Kanato believes that her outfit is incomplete without them.

But she's still on the minimalist side of things, like a good pair with earrings will do and a necklace or choker. Sometimes she'll add a bracelet.

And yes, she never forgets her wedding ring.

Should a situation arise where she has to remove her ring for protection (cooking, laundry, washing hands), she turns the ring into a pendant on her necklace.

Maya is also a fan of cute beaded necklaces and bracelets. Kanato even made her so many of them so she can pair them all with her outfits

Other accessories she dons are the ones for her hair. Maya is fascinated by cute hair clips and ties and she thinks putting them on her elevates her look. Of course, aside from anything with cherry designs, she likes those ones with cute animals and girly patterns.

A/N: I kind of enjoyed writing this content. Maybe I should do others like this in the future

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saintobio · 3 years

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sincerely not. (10)

↳ gojou satoru/reader

with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.

genre. heavy angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+

tags/warnings. profanity, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of infertility, violence, blood, infidelity, illness

notes. 10.8k wc and very minimal angst. thank u for beta-ing and for always helping me out @suhkusa && @inarizahki :’) i appreciate u both so much <3 please enjoy this chapter everyone.

series masterlist -> episode eleven

The Zen’in estate was better than you expected.

Despite knowing that their clan has a reputation of being one of the most affluent families in Japan, you were still surprised to see the palatial residence that housed their entire family. The exteriors of their grandiose mansion resembled the Versailles—an 18th century French palace with its antique simplicity and exquisite neoclassical architecture. The interiors boasted of ornamental Rococo decorations with a combination of ivory white tones, intricate ceilings, and gilt-bronze moldings. Everywhere you looked was a sight of grandeur as you passed by their grand staircase to their spacious hallways.

The architecture of their chateau reminded you of the same luxury mall in Shibuya that their family owned, as well as their 5-star hotels and art galleries that catered to the elite. Their taste for European-style designs were in great contrast to the dark and modernist preference of the Gojou family. You liked both, but the Zen’ins just had a notable, more inviting atmosphere around them.

It wasn’t just the house, but the people themselves that exuded such warmth to make you feel at home. When you entered their estate, the servants immediately took you straight to the twins’ boudoir, where you explained that you were there because you needed to get their measurements to assist in creating a tailored outfit for them.

Mai, being an open supporter of your taste in fashion, was extremely eager to know that you were creating designs specifically made for her. “I can’t believe it,” she enthused while you measured the width of her shoulders, “Ah! I’m so excited to see how you’re gonna make them!”

You matched her smile with gratitude, guiding her to turn around so you could take the measurements of her bust. “I’m all for designing and conceptualizing, but this wouldn’t be possible if not for my seamstress.”

“Well, you can hire a team at this point. These are really good,” praised Maki who was sitting on the couch, browsing through your iPad to see your new collection. “Your style reminds me of Jacquemus and Chanel combined.”

You briefly looked at the elder twin and beamed approvingly. “Yeah, I do take inspiration from them.”

Mai chimed in with overflowing vivace, “That reminds me. Did you see the recent Jacquemus show, nee-san? I fell in love with the dress Gigi wore.”

“I did. Simon’s craft is amazing, I could never reach that level of talent and skill,” you replied in the middle of jotting down all the numbers you could get from Mai. You had to admit that being able to talk about these topics with younger girls who shared the same interest brought you some sense of felicity. It wasn’t really something that you had with Gen since she was all about the business, and Satoru didn’t exactly talk about these kinds of things with you. Everyone around you was more interested in the realms of money, stock, and the ever-growing market. Only now with the Zen’ins were you able to experience a fun and exciting exchange about something that you were passionate about.

“Mai, look at this.” Not long after, Maki adjusted her large-framed glasses and walked over to her younger twin showing one of your designs. It was a cutout evening ensemble, with a window to the ribs and a double slit that ended just a few inches shy from the pelvis. You remembered designing the dress after seeing the recent Proenza Schouler collection which inspired you to create the added asymmetric paneling and modest peek-a-boo placements.

Mai’s eyes immediately widened as soon as they landed on the iPad’s screen. “Gosh, that’s stunning! Is that the dress you’re gonna make for us, nee-chan?”

You chuckled and scrunched your nose apologetically. “That’s too mature and revealing,” you explained, sitting at the armrest with a tape measure on hand. “I actually designed that for myself. I’m not sure where I’m gonna wear it, though.”

Along with the gleam of intrigue that lingered in her eyes, she also teasingly raised her eyebrows up and down. “I bet your husband’s gonna go crazy if he sees you in this. It would totally look sexy on you.”

“Agreed,” Maki claimed with a grin resting on her lips, “one of the very few things that would make Satoru Gojou fall on his knees.”

Receiving compliments from the twins was not what you came here for, but it was difficult to just dismiss their friendly nature. How could you not adore them? You loved their positive presence, their enthusiasm, and quite simply, their appreciative words. Not to mention, they were nothing but respectful and genial towards you. Although you had to suffer from the arctic atmosphere with your husband back at the penthouse, talking to these two was the best temporary escape you could ever have. “I doubt it’ll make him fall for me.”

“Isn’t he already head over heels in love with you, Y/N-san?” Maki reckoned, crossing her legs as she sat more comfortably on the couch.

Mai, on the other hand, was heading towards the mirror to adjust the ribbon around her waist. “True, he even got her those Diana shoes. If my husband did that for me, I’d be the happiest wife in the world.”

Unfortunately, being the ‘happiest wife’ was far-fetched in your romance book and would never even reach the pages. You wondered how these two would react had they discovered that those shoes were not for you, but for another woman. A mistress by law. What would Maki and Mai’s opinion be on the topic of extramarital affairs?

You had to remind yourself that they were too young and that these problems were better discussed with adults. The twins should be spared of the details concerning your pathetic marital life, not only because it was distasteful to talk about such topics with teenagers, but also it was not a very good image for you and your thin string of pride. You wished not to ruin their image of a perfect spouse just because yours didn’t turn out the way you imagined. What you could share to them, rather, was your personal take about the relationship shared between married couples.

“Girls, love can’t be measured by material things,” you tried to make a point while they listened intently, “the shoes are gorgeous but it’s nice to value the thought more than the physical gifts. I promise nothing’s more gratifying than receiving genuine love, trust, and care from your partner.”

Because you had none of those.

The twins didn’t say anything much but from the looks on their faces, they seemed to agree. They were still at an age where dating was only meant to be at surface level and not something as committed as marriage. It was a practice of trial and error一they could still change partners by simply breaking up and forming new relationships. That was not exactly the case for you anymore. When they grow up and life hits them with reality, they would certainly look back and understand what you mean.

“You’re such a devoted and loving wife.” Maki gazed at you with admiration. “I hope he’s treating you well.”

You suppressed a sigh and smiled instead. “I’m curious though,” you began, “what do you guys think of arranged marriages? It’s pretty common for affluent families.”

None of them were aware that you and Gojou only got married to keep the family ties, so it wouldn’t harm to hear their opinion by playing it off theoretically. Funny enough, it didn’t even take another second before Mai gave an answer, “Onee-chan said she wouldn’t do it, but I don’t mind. Whether it’s arranged or not, it doesn’t matter because we’ll end up loving each other, anyway. Imagine living with the same person every day—you would fall in love for sure!”

Maki already had a counterargument prepared. “But that love feels forced. That kind of marriage is not exactly something that the husband and wife willingly got themselves into, this is why arranged marriages are always bound to fail.”

Ouch. You knew that the girl was spitting facts, but you also couldn’t deny the gnawing pain that creeped inside your heart because since the beginning, your marriage was indeed a failure. It was your selfish desire to turn a wedding done out of convenience into a fairytale.

With Gojou, nothing was a fantasy unless you were Sera. Their relationship was the true-to-life damsel in distress and you were the privileged villain who didn’t deserve a taste of a happy ending. Simply put, you were a side character and Sera was the protagonist.

“Sorry, we’re a ‘lil bit late.”

As you turned around to the voice that cut you out of your trance, you saw Toji’s towering figure leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek and you could smell his masculine cedarwood fragrance from the beige sweater that he was wearing. It was hard to believe that the man could look good in both casual and formal wear, something that not a lot of guys his age could pull off.

“Hey,” you said, offering him a smile. “Where’s Megumi?”

Just as you asked, his teenage son came into view by making his entrance inside the room looking shy and a little bit aloof as he glanced at his cousins, who both cooed at him for waking up late. You chuckled at how they teased the youngest in the household while he tried to hide his embarrassment by acting calm and composed. Although his movements seemed stiff and restricted, he acknowledged you straight away and gave you a respectful bow before greeting you. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Gojou.”

How polite and extremely handsome, too. With the same physique and a nearly identical chiseled face, the son surely took after his father. His hair might be all over the place, but his eyes, his gaze, and his facial structures made him a carbon copy of Toji.

“Nice to meet you, Megumi.” You gently grabbed his hand and caught him by surprise, but you showed your tape measure to clarify why you did so. “I just need your measurements, okay?”

After nodding, the boy shot an amused look towards his father, who sat on the table just a few inches beside you. “Be careful around my dad. Women think he’s attractive but he spouts the dumbest things,” Megumi warned, which caused Toji to widen his eyes and the twins to burst into laughter.

Because Toji had him young, his bond with Megumi was similar to that of an older brother who casually and comfortably joked around with each other. You have yet to hear about the story of his mom and how his father had him when he was only twenty-years of age, but out of respect, you preferred not stick your nose into family matters that they may not willingly talk about outside of their clan. On the bright side, you decided to play along while you measured the length of the boy’s torso. “Interesting,” you quipped, “your dad can be pretty playful, huh?”

“When have I ever played you?” Toji defended, playing with a tennis ball in his hand,a mischievous smirk plastered on his lips. You could only give him a good-humored eye-roll as you encircled the tape around his son’s waist.

As it turned out, when you looked at his face, Megumi was cringing at his father. “You’re embarrassing, dad.”

“So embarrassing,” Maki supported her cousin’s comment with a visibly smug expression, “were you trying to flirt with nee-san?”

Toji didn’t deny nor did he agree—only kept a small smile that restrained his desire to show more. “Stay professional, kids. Where are your manners?”

“You’re the one who started it!” Mai retorted, chuckling.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words could not leave your mouth when another presence joined the rest of you in the room. The black tips of his blond hair, the sharp piercing eyes, the permanent smirk一it was Naoya Zen’in in the flesh.

“Is it time for my grand entrance?” he asked, taking graceful steps inside the boudoir with narrowed eyes glinting with intrigue. The more he stared at you, the more you were self-conscious because you have heard a lot about how frivolous this man could be. He was not only a notorious casanova, but he was also a very hubristic individual who possessed qualities that you didn’t particularly like. “Look who Toji-kun brought in. You’re into married women now?”

Maki groaned. “Ugh, the annoying prick is here.” She propped her elbow above the armrest and glared at the guy. “Get out.”

“Yeah! Way to ruin our day,” Mai hissed, and you didn’t know whether you should laugh or feel bad for Naoya, who was stunned at the sudden wave of antagonism from his own relatives. Toji and Megumi were already sniggering at him, but neither father and son defended him.

“I... Shut up!” Naoya whined at the twins, burying his hands inside his pockets. He was wearing a plain black tee tucked under his grey pants, a look that heavily reminded you of your husband. How was Satoru right now? You had left him cold-heartedly back in your shared home, though you were certain that your absence wasn’t all that new to him. Still, you guessed that it was normal for you to think of your own husband despite your decision to completely detach yourself from him. “So, Y/N-chan. How’s Satoru-kun doing?”

Toji made an effort to sit closer to you so he could place a protective hand on your shoulder. You weren’t sure what his intention was on doing that, but you continued taking the length of Megumi’s arm while you entertained the only blond Zen’in in the family. “He’s doing fine,” you mumbled an answer, writing down on a paper. “I’ll send him your regards.”

Naoya hummed, staring between you and Toji with mirth in his eyes. “I heard marriages are supposed to be rocky in the first year,” he suggested with an impish smile. “No matter how tough it gets, I hope he’s not gonna do something stupid, you know… like having an affair with a prettier girl. It’s a pity ‘cause no one else has a better status to compete with you.”

In silence, you let him blabber about Satoru while you thanked Megumi for allowing you measure him. You could tell that Naoya knew something about your husband’s infidelity, but you would never confirm it for Satoru’s sake because it would paint a bad picture of you as his wife. It was your choice to remain taciturn about the ugly truth behind your marriage in order to save face. Unfortunately, Naoya was too adamant on keeping a conversation with you by sitting on the table. How awkward was this situation? You gave him a smile nevertheless. “Don’t worry. Satoru’s a good man.”

“A good man but not a good husband,” Naoya assessed your words, quickly chuckling and waving his hand defensively as you looked up at him. “Oh, I didn’t mean to imply that he’s一”

“Okay, enough of that nonsense.” Toji took the initiative to hold you on both shoulders, urging you to pick up your things so that he could get you out of this situation. You didn’t really find it insulting. Naoya simply loved getting under people’s skin, which was why his words were entertaining albeit derisory to some extent. But even in your calm and understanding nature, Toji didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. “Join us for lunch before you leave.”

“No, that’s okay. Thank you, though,” you shyly told him, but received a series of incessant requests for you to stay by everyone else.

Mai even got up and quickly looped an arm around yours. “Come dine with us, please? We’re having grilled lobsters today!”

A moue suddenly appeared on Megumi’s face. “Who the hell requested lobsters?!”

“I did, got a problem?” Maki challenged, only to receive Megumi’s cute, sulking face in response. Because he was the baby among his cousins, it was normal for him not to complain further and you actually found his reaction adorable.

“Aww,” you didn’t mean to coo out loud, but couldn’t help it as you smiled at the boy. You wondered if Toji acted the same way when he was a teenager like his son. “Are you not into seafood, Megumi?”

A huff flew out of his pouty lips. “It’s alright.”

“Aaah—! Toji-kun, you’re harsh! I was just trying to talk to her!”

Behind the rest of you was Toji and Naoya, with the former putting the latter on a tight headlock. “You’re a menace,” was Toji’s remark for the blond before he rubbed his knuckles against his head. None of them found the scene shocking, so you assumed that it was a normal occurrence for Naoya to be scolded by Toji this way. It was actually such an amusing sight to see that even if some of them disliked each other, they all still bonded like a real family. They joked around, they laughed together, they argued, but they shared a picture perfect familial relationship which was something that made you feel at home.

One thing for sure, this definitely wouldn’t be your last visit.

Satoru hadn’t been able to stop looking at his phone for the past few minutes, habitually checking to see if he had received any new messages from you because he had no idea where you went. The lack of updates from his own wife prompted him to stalk your Instagram account, where he scrolled through your feed and clicked on the latest photo of you in Bora Bora. The trip brought you nothing but painful memories so he was surprised that you still haven’t deleted it from your account. As your rightful husband, he browsed through the comments left on your bikini photo out of curiosity and saw a particular one that instantly made him grit his teeth.

“Off to paradise, huh?” he murmured the words with a scoff. Why the fuck was Toji Zen’in hitting on a married woman? What a piece of scum. Gojou felt irritated more than ever but he immediately buried his scowl when Gen came back to the living room.

Your sister, inside and outside of the office, always carried such an intimidating aura around her. Satoru had grown accustomed to it since he was a kid because he remembered being yelled at by Gen whenever he got you two in trouble. When you scraped your knee that one summer when Gojou asked you to climb the tree with him, memories of Gen angrily screaming at his face were still vivid in his head like it was yesterday. He admired her for being such a protective sister, but at the same time, he was digging his own grave for impulsively deciding to visit your mansion thinking that you would be here.

“She’s not here,” as confirmed by his sister-in-law, she sat on the couch adjacent to him. “Dad called me saying he’s gone horseback riding alone, too. Maybe she’s with her friends?”

Satoru hasn’t even met any of your friends to have an idea. He was already feeling unsettled as is, but more so did he feel small under Gen’s scrutinizing stare even if she played it off with a smile. “I just tried my luck. I miss her.”

The woman leaned back and took a sip from her tea. “You know,” she placed the teacup on the ceramic plate, “I thought it was weird that Y/N would stay for a whole week with us even if she claims that she just wanted to spend time. You two fought, didn’t you?”

Could he even deny it? Gen’s gaze was already suggesting him with a warning that said ‘don’t lie’ or else it would make things worse. It was futile to try and hide. So with that, he admitted to the truth. “We had, uh, a small argument.”

“Whatever it is, it must be bad if she’s avoiding you. She’s usually very patient with people,” your sister noted and Satoru had to hold his breath for a good minute.

There was no point in sugar coating things, but with Gen around, he needed all the sugar that he could get in order not to see her wrath. “I’m fixing it. How do I win her back? You know her best.”

Frankly, he was hurt when he saw how you simply walked past the bouquet of roses that he got you and he was certain as hell that you would let them wither away, too. You had paid no attention to it nor did you even spend a single minute to appreciate it. But how stupid was he to think that a flower could fix everything? It might work on Sera, but it didn’t seem to work for you.

When you told him that he had to make it up to you for the rest of his life, God knows how surprised he was to see this other side of you. Detached, indifferent, stern—he realized just how terrible he was that he had turned his loving and gentle wife into that. Who was she? It broke his heart. Wrecked him, shattered him. He was in desperate need of some good advice, or else he could actually lose you.

Thankfully, Gen was willing to help by enlightening his mind. “Be consistently sweet to her. Show her how much you appreciate her. Care for her. You should know your wife better than anyone else, Satoru. You’ve been together since you were kids.”

Yeah, but that was before his life took a turn. “I’ll keep trying. Did she… Did she say anything about me when she was here?”

Gojou expected that you would confide in your sister by spilling the truth about all the shit that he has done to you, so he was immensely surprised to hear another answer from her. “She just keeps saying how you probably couldn’t sleep well at night while she’s gone.”

Fuck. Satoru’s heart dropped. Despite the amount of pain that he had mercilessly inflicted on you, you still thought about how things felt like in his shoes. He knew for a goddamn fact that he should learn from you about understanding other people’s perspectives but he just didn’t have your selfless personality. It was difficult enough to absorb others’ pain when you were struggling yourself, so how come you were so good at handling it? My wife. Only my wife can do that. He couldn’t ever lose you.

Gen watched how her brother-in-law let out a deep exhale, propping his elbows on his knees as he pondered intensely. Seeing him in such a state allowed her to open up about you. “Satoru, you’re aware that Y/N is very close to our mom, right?” She immediately received a nod from him. “Well, when she died, her death devastated Y/N the most. It was traumatic for her because she had to watch her die while she was holding her hand, and that kinda stuck with her. It put her in a depressive state for a long period. It was a domino effect after that—she lost track and couldn’t know how to proceed with life because she placed so much emotional dependency on our mom, even to the point where she shut herself off from the world. She usually does that when she feels helpless, so the last thing you should do is make her feel lonely.”

It was the first time he had heard about your own trauma, and he deemed himself a horrible husband for never asking how hard things had been for you. Throughout your marriage, you were always patient at comforting him whenever his most painful memories visited him in the dead of night. You were always there to prevent his father from inflicting physical and psychological damage on him. You were there, waking him up with an angelic smile on your face, treating him with kindness every single day despite the hell that he had put you through. People say we do things that we regret later on and the topmost on his list was making you suffer more than you deserved.

He misjudged you just because you grew apart and changed, mistreated you just because he was blinded by unreasonable rage. The marriage may be for business purposes, but at one point in his life, you were his best friend. You were his first crush, his first kiss, his first image of happiness. Why did he let himself lose his sight of you along the way?

“I fucked up really bad,” he sighed, burying his face in his hands forlornly. There was an unfamiliar pang in his chest that reminded him of the same pain whenever he thought of his mom.

Gen could see his restlessness and wanted to lighten up the situation. “You two are married. It’s normal to have arguments here and there.” And while she did say that with a comforting tone, she also gave him a playful warning. “Just make sure you don’t put her back in a depressive state because if you do…” she paused, smiling, “...I’ll ruin you.”

Once a month, it was obligatory for you and your husband to visit their mansion and have dinner with his family. You were aware that they wanted it solely to check on whether the relationship between you and Satoru was still intact or if they had anything to worry about. It had been six months, nearly seven, since you’ve married him and it was normal for them to be concerned if things weren’t going right. But aside from that, they must have been curious as to why you two were still childless up until now when they were told that you have been continuously trying for a baby. Well, they were not informed that the whole baby topic was what essentially caused the heartbreak in your severed marriage. They were not informed that he had a mistress that he loved enough to cast his wife aside. They were not informed that your heart was at its most fragile state and that the accumulation of stress from being with him could lead you to your deathbed. There was no one to blame but the universe for allowing your fate to turn out this way.

Did you really see yourself being a part of their family after everything that you have gone through? If the agony had been unbearable six months into your marriage, how much more for another year or two?

His family must have noticed how reserved and silent you were throughout dinner, never once looking at your husband’s face as your father-in-law incessantly talked about business and politics. At some point, you noticed how his stepmom was glancing at you and Satoru as if to think ‘they’re definitely fighting’ and that was when you snapped out of being outwardly lukewarm. Once again, you had to put on a front of being the stress-free wife that they expected you to be.

“My dear,” Nana softly spoke, wiping her lips with a napkin right across from you. “Do you not like the food?”

You quickly fixed your emotions. “Of course, I do. I love it, Nana.” Italian dishes, specifically requested because they knew you liked them. “Sorry, I just wasn’t feeling well before I came here, so…”

“Must be morning sickness?” Satoru’s stepmom suggested with a knowing smile. Pregnancy talk, again.

You expected Satoru to react against his step-mom with his usual antagonism but it seemed that being hostile to her or Yuuta wasn’t his priority tonight. In fact, when you looked at his face for the first time since dinner began, he had a strange, puppyish look on display as though he was guilty of something really grave. Technically, he has some liability for the things he did but you wouldn’t expose that.

So for the sake of pretending, an awkward chuckle escaped from your lips. “I don’t think I’m pregnant yet.”

Satoru’s father lowered his fork and took a sip from his wine. “I had a conception dream, you know,” he revealed with enthusiasm. “That could be a sign that a grandchild is coming along soon.”

Instead of playing along, your husband’s face turned pallid. The sudden lack of color made you confused because he looked like he was panicking internally. For what reason? That the conception dream could mean that you were pregnant? You hadn’t stopped taking your birth control even if you were no longer intimate in bed so he had nothing to worry about.

“Stop pressuring us to have a child,” Satoru mumbled a reply, eyes glued on his plate and you were tempted to squeeze his hand but stopped yourself this time. Boundaries. You knew your boundaries.

There was a look of restraint in your dad-in-law’s eyes as he gazed at his son at the far end of the table. “There’s no reason for you not to have a child unless you’re infertile,” his strict voice silenced the whole table一with Nana pressing her lips together, with Yuuta worriedly glancing at his older brother, and with your stepmother-in-law suppressing a smirk behind her glass of wine. Seeing the intense atmosphere in the Gojou household allowed you to compare them with the lively ambience with the Zen’in family. The stark difference was notable, and you felt bad that you enjoyed the latter’s company more than the ones you called your family.

As much as you wanted to stay detached, you wanted to prevent your father-in-law from finding another reason to chastise your husband. “Don’t worry, dad. We’ll keep trying,” you reassured, intertwining your hand with Satoru’s. “He’s just been really busy with work.”

“Satoru, take a week off,” his father immediately ordered, nodding his head over at his son in a strict manner. You could feel Satoru’s grip tightening his hold around your hand despite the tension between you two. “Spend more time with your wife.”

God, spending more time with him was the last thing you needed right now. With your silent defiance, you met your husband’s cerulean eyes for a brief moment before you looked away. He must have assumed that you had finally warmed up to him, when that was far from the case. Ever since you learned how to put a wall between you and him, your chest pains hadn’t returned and you certainly wouldn’t let any form of stress put you at risk again.

Fortunately, the mansion was spared from any family conflicts after dinner even though Satoru had to sit down and talk about business ventures with his father who also kept bragging about how Yuuta was going to make him proud. Even from a distance, you could hear his dad’s endless chattering that were all targeted to put pressure on Satoru as the next in line as the CEO of the Gojou Group, threatening him that his chances of becoming one would be slimming down if he didn’t show enough competence. You thought it was cruel for a parent to subject his own child with that much negativity instead of paying attention to the positive contributions that he had made for the company. You and Satoru may not be on good terms right now, but you had always believed from an early age that he was meant to lead a business empire. He was raised with the prestige of being the sole heir of a conglomerate whose goal was to take over not only Japan but the whole world. Satoru had big ambitions as a young boy and you were the little girl that encouraged him through it.

It was sad to see how much has changed in the absence of both your mothers and how everything fell apart to the point of no redemption. Because things were no longer the same, you just had to accept that your marriage would find its tragic end one day.

For now, your spouse seemed to be showing more interest in you than he usually did. You noticed how his eyes would often trail on you wherever you went as if he didn’t want to lose sight of you. If you were the same person in the first few months of your marriage, this would have made you ecstatic. Any attention from Satoru that was not hostile would have given you joy. But unbeknownst to him, it didn’t feel that way anymore. All that was left was a sting in your heart that you wished to stay away from.

“Nana, are you tired?” You turned your attention back to his grandmother who clutched your arm for support. “Will you miss me if I don’t visit for another month?”

Her eyes didn’t radiate the same spark as you and her caregiver ushered her up the stairs. “Of course. I wish you and Satoru visited more and more these days,” she sighed, patting your forearm affectionately. “Ah, but how can I demand time from a newlywed couple? You should be spending every minute together.”

You let out a silent chuckle by the time you reached her room. “Wouldn’t that be suffocating?”

“It isn’t if you’re in love with each other.” The frail old woman was tucked in her bed with the assistance of her caregiver while you sat at the corner holding her wrinkly hand. You didn’t know what life Nana had for the past eighty-seven years, but you were curious if things had always been a fairytale with her late husband. It seemed that she loved him so much that she still kept a framed painting of Satoru’s grandfather in her room, lovingly gazing at the man with yearning. “My husband. He’d been a dedicated husband to me until his last breath.”

The thought swarmed you with envy, but in a positive way. “It must be nice to have that kind of love,” you dreamily said the words before realizing it.

It was too late to take it back because Nana looked at you with a puzzled face. “Is my Satoru not faithful to you?” she worriedly inquired.

You had the option to confirm the truth, yet you still covered up for him. “He is,” you swallowed a lie, “and there’s nothing to worry about, Nana. I was just saying how it would be nice if Satoru and I could stay dedicated to each other even as we grow older.” Lies. You hated lying, but you had to play pretend because you couldn’t let her know that her grandson loved another woman. It looked like Nana had no idea who Sera was or if she was even introduced to her but the fact that she hadn’t mentioned her even indirectly could only mean that Sera had never been acknowledged as her grandson’s lover. Not one of your husband’s family would have welcomed her either way.

Should you be happy? No, you weren’t raised to smile at other people’s misfortune. Sera would have been the perfect daughter-in-law had they all given her a chance outside of her social status.

Avoiding Satoru was inevitable because you had to sit inside his McLaren when he drove back home, passing the busy streets of Tokyo that was as bustling even at ten in the evening. You tried to look at the window just so you didn’t have to look at him, but conversations were just as inescapable as being inside his million-dollar car. You already knew that he would try and attempt to start a conversation when he started clearing his throat, going as far as reaching for your hand to hold it as he drove.

Was he going to ask where you have been all day? Was he going to question why you were obsessed with ignoring him?

None of those questions came out of his mouth. What he asked was something that took you by surprise. “Do you wanna have a bowling date with me tomorrow?” he offered, nervousness evident in his tone. “I have meetings in the morning but I can get Miwa to reserve this place for us after.”

A date? When you said that he could make it up to you for the rest of his life, was he actually doing it now? You weren’t sure of how to feel. “Why bowling?” you asked, turning your face away while he brushed his thumb along the back of your hand.

You could feel him smiling as he spoke. “I just feel like you’d have fun with it. Remember when our parents used to take us with them to bowling alleys when we were young? There was a bowling section for kids and we always teamed up. You didn’t even wanna switch partners because you wanted to be with me.”

“Right.” That memory was hardly vivid in your brain’s archive but you knew that he would be disappointed if you voiced it out. It was strange enough that he remembered your childhood all too well when he was the one who initially acted like you were a stranger on your wedding night. Gojou was hard to fathom and you weren’t sure if you would be able to fully connect the puzzle pieces for him.

Disappointed with your indifference, he still didn’t let go of your hand as he held the gearshift. “So, are you free tomorrow?”

How do you even politely tell someone that you don’t want to be around them? How do you protect your heart without hurting him? It was tough to decide on an answer, so you went along. “Yeah, sure.” You saw the smile that quickly tugged at his lips. Was that real or was that a charade? “I’ll just meet you there, I guess.”

He might as well release a sigh of relief because it was obvious that he had been keeping his breath until you gave him an answer. He’s trying, you would give him that, but at the same time, you were finding it hard to trust his intentions especially now that you had to take good care of your heart because only Gojou could elicit intense emotions out of you.

At half past ten in the evening, you were stuck in heavy traffic because there was a festival in the metropolitan city and some roads were closed. No wonder the people have swarmed in every direction like bees who had just come out of their hive. All you wanted was to go home and get some good rest after a long day, though it looked like it would take at least another hour for you to reach the penthouse. It didn’t help that the car was completely silent and you could hear your husband drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he peeked at the traffic lights.

Suddenly, he proposed an idea. “Let’s play a game.” Tugging your hand, you looked at him with a question mark painted on your face. “Every time you see a blue car, I’ll tell you something I like about you.”

Huh? You cocked your head to the side to see if he was serious, but after he placed a kiss atop your hand, you realized that he truly wanted to play the game. Things he liked about me? That alone was surprising and part of you was undeniably curious to hear what he had to say. You figured that it wouldn’t hurt to know一that it wouldn’t cause much harm to listen to the husband that once hated you, say the things he liked about you.

With that in mind, you started the game despite your pretentious insouciance. “Blue Nissan to your right.”

He hummed, keeping his eyes on the road as you instinctively glanced at his lips. “I like how you’re rich but you’re not high maintenance,” he answered, smiling at the thought. “I mean, it looks like you are but you’re not. I live with you so I know.”

How ironic was that? He was the one going around claiming that you were an entitled, spoiled brat who couldn’t live without getting what you wanted. You didn’t even want to ask when he started to change that perception he had towards you. “Peugeot, navy blue. To my right.”

“I like the shape of your nails,” and by answering so, he caressed your index finger and checked your French Tips. “It’s one of the first things I look at in a woman. Yours is by far the nicest.”

You took a deep breath. “By far,” you quoted his answer. So that means that he would still pay attention to other women’s nails. As you turned around to find any other blue cars, you only spotted one after a few minutes. “Ford, sky blue.”

Satoru had been driving for a few minutes and you hadn’t realized that you were near the building because you were surprisingly invested with his little game. “I like waking up next to you,” he mumbled, rendering you speechless with his honesty. “I like our morning routines—how you prepare breakfast, write those post-its, pick my suit. Sometimes we shower together.” Your husband erupted into a soft chuckle at the last sentence. “Or sometimes we stay in bed doing other things. You always wake up before me, but I feel more satisfied when I wake up before you because I can look at your sleeping face.”

This couldn’t be real. He was making it sound like he was enjoying the little things in your marriage, when he had made it crystal clear that he wanted nothing to do with you because you were nothing but a fill-in for Sera. He married you because he had to, not because he wanted to. ‘I never wanted this marriage’ were his exact words back in Bora Bora when he left you alone to sob your heart out. He despised being wedded to you.

So to hear him say all the domestic things that he apparently enjoyed with you opened a new gash in your heart and brought faint tears to your eyes. You couldn’t let him see how it was breaking you inside. You promised yourself that you weren’t going to be swayed by something like this, not now and now ever. Even if he did notice your silence, you averted your head and pretended to look for any other blue cars. “Tesla, in front of us.”

He was already driving up the building’s parking space to the special garage that housed all of your five cars combined. As he maneuvered his McLaren along the upward spiral, he thought of an answer. “I like how you call me baby,” he claimed and he felt a little embarrassed with his chosen response. “Daddy, too but I’ll save that for something else.”

“I thought you hated it.” That being said, he probably had more on the list of things that he hated about you. That was the real Gojou, not this vocally affectionate one.

“I don’t.”

“Okay…”

Silence stayed with you while your husband parked his car in reverse. In less than a minute, he released your hand to grip the steering wheel, pressing his forehead against it in deep thought. What was going on in his head? You didn’t have all night to stay in this parking space so you started unbuckling your seatbelt, but felt his hand halting your next move. “There aren’t any blue cars but,” he paused, leaning in closer, “I like your lips.”

As the distance decreased, your heart rate increased. It was as if you were paralyzed on your seat with your husband in close proximity, face inches away while you couldn’t prevent yourself from staring at the most beautiful pair of blues you’ve seen. His eyes, eyes that spoke a million words before he shut them as he encased your lips with his in a perfect lock.

The kiss was not rough or passionate, it was soft and gentle with his lips moving from sucking your lower lip to your upper. Your skin was burning from the feeling and you had no other option but to submit with equal affection. You could feel his head moving to the side to deepen the kiss and you were greeted with a pounding heart that rang an alarm in your eardrums.

Literally, because you realized what you had done and pushed Satoru away after your smartwatch signaled your unusually rapid heartbeat. Only recently did you purchase the watch in order to monitor your heart rate and forgot that it could also detect an unstable beat in all circumstances. Whether you were making out with a man in the car or you were having a heart attack, the watch’s purpose was to inform you to relax and take a deep breath because your heart was running laps.

“What’s that?” Disappointment laced your husband’s voice as you scrambled to turn it off. “New watch?”

You didn’t explain its function nor did you spend another second staring back into his eyes. This wouldn’t have happened had you not allowed him to kiss you. The wounds from the recent trip were still fresh and you had to remind yourself that getting swayed by Satoru was a dangerous game.

“Please refrain from kissing me without my permission.”

He watched you fully unbuckle your seatbelt with a perplexed look. “But we’re married.”

“Yes,” you said, opening the door so you could step out of his car. “By paper.”

Flashback — Gojou Mansion

Satoru had not had any sleep since his mother left two weeks ago without his knowledge. If he didn’t come home from school earlier than usual, he never would have had the chance to chase after his mother who refused to even look back at him as the cab left the mansion. It was the first time he ever realized the true meaning of heartbreak. His mother, his number one supporter—she chose to leave him behind as if she had never nurtured him from day one.

Why did she leave? Why didn’t she fight for her husband?

He was disgusted when he saw his father’s mistress sitting on the same couch where his mother used to sit. Just because she had left, it didn’t mean this tramp could act like she owned everything else in the mansion. At the end of the day, she was a gold-digging whore. A homewrecker. What kind of demon possessed his father to have an affair with a woman that didn’t even match his mother’s class?

“Get the fuck off my mom’s seat,” he spat, unwilling to pay the woman any respect. “You don’t belong here.”

She was gritting her teeth when she crossed her legs, raising her chin up high to show her newfound authority. “Your mom’s gone,” she said those words to Satoru like she was forcing the thought in his head. “Your father never loved her. He never even wanted their marriage. He just couldn’t divorce her right away because he pitied her.”

Gojou clenched his fist. “And you think he loves you?” This woman was vile and clearly had poor education. “You’re just a mistress. You’re a leech!”

He expected that she would fight back, but he was flabbergasted when she suddenly buried her face into her hands, and started faking her sobs. What the hell was she doing?!

“Y-You’re so mean!” her cries were clearly fake, but Satoru saw his dad coming down the stairs in deep concern. “I-I just wanted to treat you like my own son, Satoru.”

As confused as he was, he saw his father rubbing his mistress on the shoulder for some comfort before he turned to his son with an unyielding glare. Satoru was frightened from his domineering presence, but he was all the more horrified when his dad suddenly slapped him across the cheek. Not once, but many times.

“How dare you speak to her that way?!” he growled, sending his son to the floor because of the impact that he had received. This was the very first time his father laid a hand on him. This was the first time he received violence from his own parent who defended his mistress over his flesh and blood. “Learn to treat her with respect!”

Blood seeped out of Satoru’s nose as he wiped it with his hand. “Respect?” he asked, humorless laughter filling the room. “You want me to respect a homewrecker?”

“You ungrateful bastard—!” A kick to the rib. And another kick to his right hip. Satoru could not believe that he was receiving all this physical abuse just because his mom left. How could she leave him behind with this demon of a father? He was flooded with tears from the pain in his heart and the pain from the bruises he received. He could not breathe and his visions had become blurred, but he could hear Nana yelling for his dad to stop before she scooped her only grandson in her arms, crying as she saw him all bloody and traumatized.

How could you leave me with him, mom?

“Miwa, can you take care of the documents that we’ll be distributing to the shareholders next week?” Gojou gave orders to his secretary while she assisted him in removing the suit so he could go for a more casual look. “Hand them over to Mei when you’ve collected all of them. I gotta go. My wife’s waiting for me.”

Secretary Miwa presented him with a confident smile as she hung his coat on the rack. “I got it, sir. Don’t worry. Please enjoy your date.”

“I will.” Hopefully, he didn’t sound too excited even though he was visibly rushing out of his office just to get to his car. It had been awhile since he looked forward to actual dates, and he couldn’t deny how eager he was to finally have the chance to enjoy a fun activity with you. Following Gen’s advice, Satoru figured that spending more time together could allow him to make up for all the unforgivable things he has done to you for the past few months. He knew that the damages couldn’t be fixed overnight so he had to work hard to win you back before it was too late.

Frankly, he didn’t even think that you would agree to the date because you have been consistent at giving him the cold shoulder ever since you two came back from that damned Bora Bora trip. He couldn’t blame you for reacting that way, but things were getting better than how you completely ignored him from that night when you first came back home. If he ever had to see you breaking down like that again, he would most likely never forgive himself anymore. He was actually amazed that you still had the capacity to tolerate your husband’s presence despite the numerous times he had hurt you. Others would have walked away, screamed at his face, slapped him with all their might.

You didn’t, because aside from being level-headed, you probably didn’t think he was worth all the effort. If he put it that way, wouldn’t it be much more painful? Wouldn’t it mean that he wasn’t worthy enough to win an argument with? Sometimes, Satoru could not understand his own logic when it came to you.

It was already a quarter past three when he arrived at the bowling alley, about fifteen minutes late after he took a longer route because most roads were still closed. He wasn’t surprised when he immediately spotted your white Corvette parked outside of the establishment and he got even more animated knowing that you were already waiting for him.

He had a satisfied grin by the time he entered the premises, but lost it all once he stopped in his tracks to see a different woman. Confusion bathed his crystal blue eyes.

“Sera?” She turned around at the mention of her name. Dressed in a pink cardigan and a white fitted pants was his girlfriend. “What are you—?”

She, too, had the same astonished look. “Getou texted me saying you guys wanted to meet me here.”

Getou? What the hell was going on? Where was his wife?

“Oh, hey guys! Just in time!” The owner of that voice was Shoko Ieiri who approached both Gojou and Sera with Getou following her behind. “Y/N’s practicing in the bowling lane. Let’s go.”

Satoru’s breathing had ceased. “Getou, why are you guys here?” he asked, infuriated. “This was supposed to be just—” he had to pause and sigh in frustration because Sera was fast to cling to his arm, “—this isn’t happening.”

Suguru patted his back from the other side. “Y/N invited all of us. Are you disappointed?”

Damn right, he fucking was.

But he felt even more furious when he saw his wife laughing with a man as you two stood at the end of the bowling lane. The man, whose muscular build and scarred lips immediately made Satoru’s blood boil. Was this a fucking joke?

Toji Zen’in gave him a nod of acknowledgement but Gojou only paid attention to you. You barely even looked at your own husband as you glanced at Sera with those rigid eyes. In spite of your cold exterior, you still forced yourself to greet him and his lover.

“Glad you came,” you said, looking away nonchalantly.

“Y/N, what’s the meaning of this?” Satoru confronted you then and there, but you never bothered to give him a proper response. “I thought it was just us two.”

You let out a weary sigh. “You never said that I wasn’t allowed to invite anyone,” you muttered. “I was already with Toji so I thought it’d be nice if he tagged along.”

Gojou was about to respond until Sera cut him off to utter an insult. “You’re wicked,” she said to his wife, scoffing in disgust.

You displayed half a smile. “Says the one clinging to my husband.”

This person. This person wasn’t his wife. Toji probably had something to do with this and Satoru wasn’t very pleased to see the sudden turn of events. Were you doing this for revenge? But inviting Sera would not even do you any good. Moreover, his business rival was looking at you as if he was proud to see that you were sticking up for yourself in front of his mistress. The atmosphere was so suffocating that Satoru had to adjust his collar.

In the first place, why in the goddamn fuck was his wife hanging out with Toji Zen’in? What kind of betrayal was this?

“Y/N,” Satoru warned, feeling an ache creeping into his heart each second.

Ieiri had to cut the tension in between by separating you two. “Okay, why don’t we just have fun while we’re all here?”

You didn’t think that Satoru would be hurt when you ended up inviting everyone to your supposed date.

The devastation on your husband’s face made you feel terrible inside and you wanted to apologize for disappointing him, but you had to stick to your role and eliminate all of the guilt that was trying to consume you. You had good intentions when you invited these people and it was only because you weren’t ready to fall for Satoru’s trap again. Being alone with him would only complicate your goal to detach yourself, so even if it hurt to see his reaction, you had to prioritize your own heart.

Fortunately, Toji, Getou, and Ieiri immediately understood your actions which was why they were making things comfortable for you throughout this odd situation. Sera, on one hand, didn’t seem to care that much because she was even hugging your husband from the back, smiling at him in an attempt to cheer him up.

The bowling teams were divided into two; you, Toji, and Ieiri versus Gojou, Sera and Getou. The teams alone seemed to have ruined your husband’s mood because you knew that he wanted to be on the same team with you just like you always did back when you were kids.

Well, you were adults now, so he ought to act like one.

“Strike!” Ieiri squealed, meeting Toji halfway for a high five as she hit all ten pins. You couldn’t help but adore how easily they got along despite having little to no interaction prior to this. “Y/N, your turn!”

You could feel Gojou and Sera’s gazes trailing on you as you got up from the couch and headed towards the rack to pick up a bowling ball. “I suck at this,” you admitted to both Toji and Ieiri.

“No one said you didn’t,” Toji joked to which you responded with a playful pout. “Just kidding. You’re doing great.”

Breathe in, breathe out. You forgot how to actually play bowling, but you tried your best to deliver a smooth roll until you ended up hitting seven pins.

“Not bad,” said Shoko, offering you a thumbs up. “We’re still the best team.”

“Pardon?” To your right was a grinning Getou who was preparing his form as if he was a professional bowler who could hit consecutive strikes with his eyes closed. “We are the best team.”

You left Shoko and Suguru alone with their banter as you returned to your seat on the couch to rest for some time because you weren’t particularly skillful in bowling either way. You weren’t meaning to look at them, but you saw Sera who now moved onto Satoru’s lap with her arms around his shoulders and her head resting atop his. They were talking intimately like any normal couple would although it looked like their conversation wasn’t a happy one. You didn’t miss the arm that was locked around her waist and the hand that rested on her belly as they conversed.

The sight made your heart race and you already anticipated the alarm that would go off from your watch until Toji came to join you on the couch, ultimately distracting you from the pain that was nearly going to rip your heart into shreds.

“If someone steals your favorite food, would you get mad at them?” Toji proposed, sitting beside you with his parted legs. You could very much see the outline of his chest from the shirt that he was wearing and you had to look away before he would get the wrong idea.

“I won’t get mad,” you replied, wondering why he asked the question. “Why are you asking?”

The man kept his gaze in front of him and you realized that he was intrigued at how bold Satoru and Sera were for displaying their affair in front of everyone. It wasn’t like there were many people, anyway. Just a few staff who didn’t care much about the elite society. Still, it was clearly Toji’s first time to learn about your husband’s infidelity because you never mentioned it to him before. “That makes sense,” he affirmed, looking away from the adulterous couple so he could stare at you, “You don’t get mad when other people steal from you. You’re just selfless that way.”

Not really, but… “I guess so,” you told him, crossing your legs. “She’s attractive, huh?”

Toji grabbed the can of beer that was on top of the table and sipped from it. “Being a mistress isn’t attractive to me.”

“Touché.”

“Wanna make him jealous?”

His proposal caught you off guard, but you smiled at him nonetheless. “He doesn’t get jealous.”

“You don’t know that. He seems possessive.” Toji scooted closer and you met his verdant eyes with a glint of interest. “We should test that theory, don’t you think?”

You doubted it. Whatever theory Toji had in mind, it wasn’t going to work because Satoru would always forget the whole world around him whenever Sera was a hair’s breadth away. They were inseparable and they proved it all during the Bora Bora trip. Because the flood of memories started coming back in your head, it was your spite that took over when you agreed to Toji’s deal.

And at once, he was pulling you out of the couch to replace Ieiri from the bowling lane. You already expected that this little theory would fail, though you had to admit that you weren’t prepared when Toji stood behind you, holding your waist as if he was teaching you the best posture to hit a strike. You played along when he winked at you, soon noticing how he glanced in Satoru’s direction with a smirk.

“You know he’s looking, right?” The upward curve of his lips was meant in jest but what made your heart pump twice as fast was when he brushed his thumb on your back, moving an inch closer to whisper in your ear. “You’re good at this game.”

Before you could utter a response, you were startled to see your husband’s veiny hand gripping Toji’s wrist with seething rage. “Don’t fucking touch my wife.”

Hypocrite. What a hypocrite. Even Toji wanted to tell him that, but decided to just smile it off. “I was just guiding her,” he jeered, but didn’t manage to lessen Gojou’s pique.

“Hell! Why are you even here?” Gojou narrowed his stare at the older guy. “Trying to steal somebody else’s wife?”

“Satoru, let him go,” you instructed sternly.

“You think this is funny?” your husband questioned you, derisively. Although he did release Toji’s wrist, his stare on you didn’t leave. He was hurt, you could tell that he was hurting inside. “I get that you’re mad at me, but you didn’t have to take it this far. Why can’t we just spend the whole day together by ourselves like a normal married couple? Why can’t you let me fix my mistakes while I live in regret? I’m trying my best, Y/N.”

Your sympathetic heart felt for him because he was your husband and you were his wife. Despite the loveless marriage, your sacred bond was what made you have this emotional connection with him that no one else in the room would have understood. They could all stay silent listening to you and Satoru fight all day long, but they wouldn’t ever feel the intensity of your emotions because none of them saw pain in your perspective. The pain that you had to suffer as his wife.

How funny was it that you had to endure his actions—his neglect, his insults, and his blatant display of affection towards another woman since at the start of your wedding, but he couldn’t even handle having the same treatment for five minutes?

You’ve woken up to your senses. You could never allow him to destroy you the second time.

“Don’t get carried away,” you said, choosing the words he previously told you and returning it back to him. “You said you never wanted this marriage.”

He clenched his jaws and lost it. “But I want you!”

The intense atmosphere had quickly dissolved when you heard someone sniffing from behind, only to see Sera with tears falling from her lachrymose eyes as she glanced back and forth between you and her lover.

“Sera.”

She didn’t stay for another minute and ran out of the place, wiping her tears as she sobbed from Satoru’s outward display of emotions towards you. You remembered the same scene happening that morning when she had learned about you and your husband sleeping together. Back then, you had felt bad for her for having to witness how his lover was willingly sleeping with someone else despite the conditions of your marriage.

But now, you couldn’t feel any ounce of pity towards the woman who consistently disrespected you to your face.

While Satoru was stuck on his feet deciding whether to chase after Sera or to stay with you, you gave him an answer.

“You should follow her. I think she needs you,” you urged, turning away to focus back into the game. “I don’t wanna be called an attention seeker again.”

You hated that you ruined it for everyone seeing as how Shoko and Suguru were both standing on the side in silence anticipating what their best friend would do.

Don’t they know him well? Because you did. And you knew that his choice wouldn’t be you.

After a heavy sigh, you heard Satoru speak to you one last time. “I’ll talk to you at home.” He disappeared from your sight in a desperate attempt to run after his mistress, who was and always would be his first choice.

Unfortunately, you didn’t prepare your heart for the oncoming surge of pain, because your chest pains came back to subject you into agony and had Ieiri scurrying onto her feet to reach for your GTN spray. After two sprays under your tongue, you were asked to sit back on the couch at the onset of an angina attack. This was exactly why Satoru Gojou was dangerous for you.

And yet, all you could ever think of was one question.

When would you ever come first in your husband’s heart?

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khalixascorner · 2 years

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Please write a fic combining SIM, Mafia and ABO. Maybe with an Alpha mob member Tony who wants to court Omega Peter who is the mob boss’ child and Tony has to impress the boss enough that he’ll allow the courting which in effect would make Tony the next boss. So Tony invents extremis and becomes SIM, which impresses Peter’s sure enough to allow the courting and include much fluff. Or anything inspiration grants you with those three tropes combined! Thanks!

Ok, phew, this kinda exploded on me so this is only 1/4 but I think I got all of it in there. I took a slightly different twist but I hope you enjoy it.

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Tags: Starker, Peter Parker/Tony Stark, ABO, Mafia Tony, SIM Tony, Richard Parker's bad parenting, offscreen violence, dorks in love, love at first sight, Mafia AU, Italian Tony, no smut, just lots of fluff, tumblr ask, courtship rituals, proud alpha Tony

Tony had been enchanted the first time he saw Peter. The small omega had been sneaking around at a tech conference he was attending to help promote his new company. His father had always been short sighted with family business, and Tony was determined to pull them into the modern era as legal weapons dealers. He had all of the designs they needed and the money to build the manufacturing plants. Now all he needed was contracts, hence the booth.

However, before he could approach the omega properly, the boy’s parent appeared, dragging him away unceremoniously. Part of Tony wanted to go rip the kid away from the asshole, because the clearly beta father wasn’t being kind at all as he chewed out the young omega, but Tony had a booth to run and business to gain.

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He saw the omega again later when he finally had Rhodey cover for him so he could scope out the competition. Parker R&D Group was hosting a big booth to boast about their latest innovations in gene therapy and cross species genetics. It wasn’t really Tony’s specialty, and he was planning to ignore it until he spotted the small omega sitting tucked at the back of the booth.

With a grin, Tony ducked in and made his way over.

“Hey kid, you don’t look like you’re having much fun,” Tony said. “Want to bust out and get a bite to eat with me?”

“I’m not a kid,” the omega muttered. “I’m already 18, I’m just small because I’m an omega.”

“Fine, not a kid, you want to get food or no?”

The kid took a minute to look him over carefully, eyes cautious and appraising.

“Not really supposed to go with strange alphas,” the omega muttered.

“My name’s Tony Stark, I’m launching Stark Industries which focuses on military applications of high grade tech, which is why I’m here,” Tony said blandly. “You passed my booth earlier and I was going to say hi but your guardian dragged you off rather rudely. There, now we’re not strangers.”

The omega snorted but slid off his stool.

“I’m Peter, Peter Parker,” the omega said. “I love science and tech but my father thinks omegas are too fragile to be out in the world without a protector so he won’t let me go to college to further my research. I saw you earlier too.”

The last bit is said with a blush, and Tony grinned.

“Well then, Mr. Parker, shall we?” Tony gestured away and Peter nodded, stepping forward and not complaining when Tony put himself a half step behind Peter. It was perhaps a little old fashioned, but it warded off any weird stares as Tony essentially declared himself Peter’s protection.

“I only have another hour and a half before father gets back from his panel,” Peter warned, but that was fine with Tony. An hour and a half was plenty of time to learn more about his omega.

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They found a restaurant nearby and started to trade stories. Everything from terrible parents anecdotes to science loves, and by the end, Tony knew Peter was the one for him. Peter seemed just as head over heels, leaning into him as they walked back to his father’s booth and letting Tony spread his scent over him. However, their little bubble of happiness soured as soon as Richard saw them.

The man took one look at Tony, realized he was an alpha, and then decided he was a useless knot head that couldn’t possibly be good enough for his precious fragile omega son. Peter had tried to argue, but Richard just shushed him like a child.

Tony fought down his irritation and instead smiled.

“How about a challenge of sorts?” Tony asked congenially. “It’s traditional after all.”

“As if I would waste my time trying to duke it out with an alpha, even one as short as you,” Richard retorted, but Tony pressed.

“Make it a challenge of the brain then,” Tony said, fighting down his grin. “You accused me of being nothing but a sex crazed alpha after all.”

“Fine,” Richard conceded. “But if you’re wanting to impress me, it’s going to need to be better than something that just goes boom.”

“Something impressive that doesn’t go boom,” Tony said, a project they had recently acquired coming to mind already. “I can do that.”

Tony wished he could have said something more to Peter, but alpha challenges were to be taken seriously even when the challenger was a beta, so he nodded and stalked off, already planning on how to take Maya and Adrian’s little pet project to the next level.

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polyghostfacehours · 3 years

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something about stu and billy with a s/o that unironically likes shows like hell’s kitchen and kitchen nightmares? like their s/o started watching clips of it as a meme but now they’re a real fan and watched all the seasons of it

(definitely not me!)

ASDFGHJKL SO little known fact, but I'm actually a HUGE fan of Hell's Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares (also Hotel Hell lmao). These shows are just such endless sources of entertainment, especially when watching it with other people! Modern!AU of course.

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Poly!Ghostface Watching Hell's Kitchen/Kitchen Nightmares:

Stu would probably join you pretty early on in watching it. Nay, scratch that: he absolutely would join you.

Billy finds the memes amusing, and has for sure seen clips of it before, but it isn't until you and Stu are about 3 seasons deep and he keeps curiously peeking over that he joins in.

Also because he felt left out lmao. Watching TV tends to be a Together activity for you guys.

Billy loooves trash talking the people in the shows, especially the more narcissistic restaurant owners. The more delusional they are, the more Billy loves ripping them a new one.

Bless you and Billy, because for MONTHS after the Nino episode in KN you can bet your ass that Stu will be yelling "I'M NINOOOOO!!" anytime he walks into the room. Hold Billy back so he doesn't kill him.

In a twist, Billy loves when the women's team proves the men's team wrong about their abilities. It's less to do with Billy being a sudden feminist and more in the sadistic pleasure he derives from seeing someone knocked down a peg. It's delicious.

Y/n: WHAT ARE YOU? - Stu: *CRIES* AN IDIOT SANDWICH

Billy, after you cook him anything ever again: Where tf is the lamb sauce?????

Stu, slipping in without a condom: It's föcken' RAAAAAW

Billy's favorite winner is Christina Wilson. Stu's favorite winner is either Heather West or Dave Levey.

Their least favorite chefs are too many to be named. Jason, Ranjit, Jen, Thomas, Russel, etc etc. What can I say, there aren't that many people Billy and Stu like in general besides themselves and you.

Stu was so disappointed when he found out Amy's Baking Company closed. He was so, so ready to drop the cash to get you all to fly out and visit them. He wanted to troll them so fucking BAD.

Billy loves Gordon Ramsey. Like so much. Out of the three of you, he's probably the biggest fan. On the outside he plays it cool, but on the inside he gets giddy when Gordon rips into someone.

If you bring up the idea of a horror movie with a chef as a slasher, prepare for some notebooks, alcohol, and snacks being busted out while you guys sit in a circle on the bed bouncing ideas off each other, laughing, and just shooting the shit. You have a blast staying up into the AM just coming up with the plot, characters, etc. and screenwriting this faux horror flick with your boyfriends. Billy especially has fun that night and it's a memory that sticks with him forever.

Stu cried out in anguish when he found out that Jean-Phillipe was no longer the maitre d' on HK. He fucking loved that guy. JP was his bro, man ✊😔

Stu wishes Gordon would bully the waiters on KN lol

Billy doesn't. He wouldn't admit it, and he isn't sure why he feels this way considering he's kinda terrible himself, but he's weirdly glad that Gordon is always nice to the waiters.

Kinda mirrors their killing habits tbh. Billy kills those who he felt either deserved it (Maureen, Sidney), he felt was necessary for the plan (Himbry) or both (Randy, Casey, Steve, Tatum). Stu just went along with it and didn't really care who he killed, simply excited to do it.

OR if this is an AU-AU where they didn't go through with some or all of it, then it's just bc Stu likes trolling people in general and Billy hates authority.

You can BET that Stu will wanna go visit Hell's Kitchen. He knows if you go you aren't guaranteed good service or a meal, but he wants to go just to watch Gordon in action.

Stu will also wanna visit the more bougie restaurants that the winners get to work at. Like the minute all three of you have the time, ya'll are going.

Billy wants to actually learn how to cook the perfect risotto. If he succeeds this goal (and he will eventually bc this man is patient and determined af), you can expect it everytime he cooks from then on lmao.

Maybe, juuuust maybe, if you guys are encouraging and help out, Billy surprisingly finds his calling and passion in cooking and grows up to be a Michelin Star chef LMAO.

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gogolucky13 · 3 years

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Picking Up the Pieces [3/3]

Summary: Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not. [Modern AU]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff (mentioned), Steve Rogers x f!Reader (mentioned)

Word count: 2,345

Warnings: Angst (with a happy ending). Smut (not explicit). Swearing. (18+ only please).

A/N: The conclusion for my submission to @firefly-in-darkness 2k Follower Challenge! I’m so overwhelmed and grateful for all the love and interest in this story, thank you all so much 😭 I really hope this ending is good enough, and I’m sorry if it upsets anyone-it’s just fiction right?! Anyways, congratulations again, Daisy! And thank you for letting me take part in your challenge. It was a lot of fun! Hope you like! 😊💜 gif not mine.

Part One // Part Two

It’s been too long without you. Too long since Bucky has been able to see you, talk to you, just hold you. If he would’ve known the last time he was with you would’ve been the last time, he might’ve done something. Did more to convince you that he cares, said more to assure you he really is yours.

The three weeks after he last saw you might have been the longest of his life. No contact, not even a text from you, and it was killing him. To go from talking everyday to complete radio silence had his head and heart hurting, and stomach twisting in knots of nausea.

He tried to reach out, to understand what happened, if he did something. But his efforts were left unanswered and he eventually gave up. Finally accepting you wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

He isn’t stupid. He knows what he’s doing is wrong, and it’s hurting you. Always calling upon you to fill the void in his heart that Natasha never could. But he can’t help himself. He’s a selfish bastard and he knows it.

A constant is what you’ve been for him since the first time you met. His person that brought him happiness and support, comfort and yes, love. Again, he isn’t stupid. He knows you love him, that you hope one day he will finally gather enough courage to ask you to be more than a friend. But he never finds it and he hates himself for it.

Because as he got to know you, Bucky realized he would never be good enough for you. His examples of a loving, caring relationship growing up weren’t ideal, and he never figured out how to fully give himself to someone. The best he could offer you was something physical, and when you took it, he ran with it.

Then he met Natasha. This beautiful, flirty redhead at his gym, someone who he could try to make a relationship work. She wasn’t you. He was always painfully reminded of that fact when she looked at him or smiled at him. Her looks never as endearing, and her smiles never as comforting.

It was obvious their relationship wasn’t truly going anywhere. There were hardly any conversations about what the next steps would be. Move in together? Get a dog together? Even Natasha was aware their future was murky. But she stayed, probably because she’s just as insecure and too scared to ask what his intentions really were.

And for some reason he stayed, too. Pushed through the mediocre connection for what, he doesn’t honestly know. Maybe to prove to himself he can make a relationship work, but that was a bust after the first argument, then the countless ones after that. Plus, you were always there to pick up the pieces, and habits are hard to break.

So now he sits like a fucking pathetic piece of shit staring helplessly at your contact information on his phone. Lost, miserable, heartbroken.

When he saw you with him the other night, he knew. It made him sick to his stomach and he knew what needed to be done. He broke up with Natasha that same night, and since then he’s been pussy-footing around getting into contact with you.

He wants to text you and call you, but it’ll be futile considering how you reacted to him at Sam’s party. Not to mention the weeks you ignored him leading up to that night. He knows you owe him no explanation and have every right to cut him off without a single reason why. He’s expected you to be there for him and selfishly taken from you countless times.

He just really fucking misses you.

Knowing you won’t bother to answer his texts or calls, his last option is to go to you. The only hope he has that you won’t slam the door in his face is knowing you have a hard time saying no to him. He’s taken advantage of that in the past, and he’s going to do it one more time.

Knuckles gently rap against the wooden surface of your door. A shaking fist is lowered to his side, clenching and unclenching as he impatiently waits for you to answer.

The sound of the door harshly opening brings his eyes up to meet yours. Anger and resentment reflecting in the colored specks and he’s suddenly forgotten how to speak.

“What?” Your voice is hard, venom-like and nearly unrecognizable.

He’s seen you pissed off before. Like the time you lost a promotion to an ungrateful prick at work. Or when you got into a fender bender right after buying your new car.

And he was there for you. Consoled you, as a friend, and reassured you everything would be okay. But this time is different. This time you’re pissed at him and he isn’t so sure everything is going to be okay.

“What do you want, Bucky?”

His blue eyes make quick to scan your features. Annoyance wrinkles your brow, remorse has your lips scowling, and a conflicted sadness resonants across every corner of your face. Almost in relief he’s come to you, but also wishing he would’ve just stayed away. And maybe he should have.

How did he let it get this bad? How could he hurt you this bad?

“I…I…” The words stick to the inside of his mouth, mind blanking on anything that’s worthy of being said.

“You what?”

Defensively crossing your arms over your chest, he knows you’re half a second away from shutting him out for good.

“I just want to talk,” he quickly rushes out, desperation evident in his tone and pleading eyes.

There’s a moment of silence. Then you turn on the ball of your foot, leaving him to follow you inside.

“Make it quick,” you say. “I have a date in an hour.” You add the last part nonchalantly over your shoulder as he closes the door, and the air in his lungs catches in his throat.

Following you into the modest living room of your place, you remain standing and don’t bother offering him to take a seat. This really will be quick, he thinks.

Silently, you fix him with an expectant look, waiting for him to start. Bucky is slightly thrown off at your refusal to speak first, but then again, he did show up here unannounced.

“Uh, I just…uh, I miss you.” His tone is soft, unsure.

But you scoff and roll your eyes, and his heart is hammering away in his chest as he helplessly watches you slip through his fingers.

“I do,” he affirms with a bit more confidence. “And I needed to see you.”

“Why?”

He blinks at your unexpected questioning.

“Why what?”

“Why are you really here?” You ask again, tone unwavering.

Bucky’s mouth opens to respond, and again, his mind falters on what to say that won’t dig this grave any deeper. But you cut him off before he’s even able to form a coherent sentence.

“Is it because you’re afraid you won’t get to have your cake and eat to it, too, anymore?”

“Wha—no!” Indignation creases his brow, voice the loudest it’s been since arriving here because he’s just so frustrated with himself for letting it get to this point. “Y/n, no, that’s not it at all.”

“Then why, Bucky?” Now your voice is beginning to waver. A pleading desperation cracking through the syllables. “Why show up here after I’ve made it very clear that I’m done with this,” a gesture of your hand to the space between the two of you, “and I’m trying to move on with someone else. I can’t do this anymore.”

He sees it happening—farther and farther away you’re falling from him, and he can’t stop the words quick enough before they tumble out of his mouth.

“Do you love him?”

“What?” You seethe.

“I said, do you love him?”

“How dare you.”

“I need to know, Y/n.”

“Seriously? Fuck you, Bucky!” You exclaim, dropping your arms and letting your hands slap loudly against your thighs. “I can’t fucking believe you! How dare you show up here and then ask me—“

But the rest of that sentence dies on your tongue when Bucky speaks again.

“Because I love you.”

You freeze, snapping your mouth shut as you stare directly at him.

“What did you just say?” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

Swallowing thickly, Bucky gives himself a second to calm his nerves before repeating the confession.

“I love you.”

The clenching of your jaw is obvious, the irritation evident as it darkens your features.

“Fuck. You.”

Eyes wide in shock, Bucky opens his mouth to protest, but you’re quicker.

“You see me with another guy, trying to move on and be happy, but you can’t let me have that, can you? I can never get what I want with you, so when you think you’ve lost your fuck buddy you show up here and say that to me? Hoping it’s what I want to hear that will bring me back to you? Really? Fuck. You.”

He winces at your words. How could he be so stupid?

His confession wasn’t meant to anger you or push you away. It wasn’t some selfish card he decided to pull when he realized you weren’t coming back to him.

No.

It was a last ditch effort from a desperate man who was scared shitless of losing the woman he loves. Forever.

“Do you even know what you did?”

Your voice brings his attention back to you. The exasperation that clouded your features has melted into a pained look of sorrow.

Wordlessly, Bucky shakes his head, body tensing as it prepares for the inevitable shame your answer will bring.

“The last time we were…together,” you begin, eyes falling to the floor, and he can see the reflection of tears on your soft cheeks. “You said her name.”

It’s all you need to say, and his face is crumbling.

Fuck.

“I…It…” He should just give up now. There’s nothing he can even say to make up for calling you another woman’s name. Another woman he doesn’t even fucking love.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” he sighs, already accepting defeat. “I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t... I don’t know what else to say. I...I was drunk and I just... I’m...”

I’m a fucking idiot.

Words are lost, mind racing because he knows this is it. He’s lost you over a stupid drunken mistake that should’ve never happened.

The stillness of the room has him on edge. Tension building, he’s turning to leave, but then it’s broken by your next words.

“Did you mean it?”

Breathlessly looking to you, his heartbeat picks up at the lifeline you’ve just thrown him. Even though he doesn’t deserve it.

“Yes.” He’s nodding earnestly and takes a step towards you. “So much. I love you so fucking much, Y/n, it hurts.” When he notices you haven’t recoiled at his approaching figure, he takes another step. “And I’m such an asshole and a piece of shit after everything I’ve done. I don’t deserve you, I know that, but I just want to make it up to you.” Another step, then another, and he’s about a foot away. “If you’ll give me the chance, I’ll make everything up to. I love you.”

Now that he’s this close, he can see just how badly his words and actions have affected you. The brightness in your eyes is gone. Replaced with a dull emptiness shadowing the heavy bags under your eyes. From lack of sleep and crying, he’s sure.

Clenching his fists at his sides, he stops himself from smoothing out the wrinkle in your brow, and presses his mouth together to resist kissing away the scowl on your lips.

“Please, Y/n, I—“

He doesn’t get to finish his last plea because your lips are crashing onto his, and he wastes no time. Pulling you into his body, his hold is tight, afraid you’ll change your mind and push him away again. But you don’t, and he sighs in relief when your arms wrap around his neck.

Lips moving in desperation together, Bucky can’t get enough. It’s like the first sip of water after a long hot summer’s day, and he has been parched for too long. His tongue slips out to deepen the kiss, but then you suddenly pull away and all hope he just found is lost all over again.

“Wait,” you exhale, “Are you still—“

“No,” Bucky intently confirms.

“Really? When?”

“Sam’s birthday.”

“Oh.”

Your moving in for another kiss, but then your question reminds Bucky, and now it’s his turn to pull away.

“Wait, do you have—“

“No.”

“No? When did yo—?”

“Sam’s birthday.”

He doesn’t even try to hide the smile on his face when he brings you back into his embrace.

Bodies move in sync to your bedroom, a breadcrumb trail of clothes left along the way. Falling together onto the bed, contact is never broken as a fit of giggles comes over the two of you. Playful nips turning to fervent kisses. Sensual touches lighting a fire over heated skin. Wanton moans reverberating against the walls that have seen you both like this countless times before.

But this time is different.

This time there are no outliers—it’s just you and him. And he wants you to know it.

“I’m yours,” Bucky breathes against the shell of your ear. “Always been yours.”

There’s a faint taste of salt on his lips and he realizes you’re crying. He kisses away the pain and heartache, until his lips find yours again. He conveys a silent promise through a deep, passionate kiss.

He’s yours.

He’s always been yours, and will continue to be yours for as long as you’ll have him.

And when he slides into you, arms tight around your waist and face buried in the crook of your neck, a relieved moan falls from his lips.

He’s finally home again.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #Fireflys2k

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myrulia · 3 years

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"You two are dating?" - Michikatsu x Reader

SECRET DATING HEADCANONS

COLLAB

.｡.:*✧Synopsis: You and Michikatsu are secretly dating in college, mainly to not attract attention from both his brother and a certain horny friend of his. How will you react when you are caught?

.｡.:*✧Warnings: Small smut

.｡.:*✧[A/N]: This is my part of the Secret/Fake dating collab by @httptamaki, a Modern!AU with our favorite Kimetsu No Yaiba twins!

➢ How you two started dating? Well you met back in High School and that’s where things started to prosper

➢ Michikatsu was a generally well known man with your classmates, and even had a few girls crushing on him and his twin brother, Yoriichi, due to their scarily good looks

➢ Both twins were scarily attractive and that intimidated you at first, especially during high school

`` Have you seen the Tsugikuni brothers today?! They look so good! I tried asking Yoriichi out today but his attention was else where! `` You were off somewhere in the corner of a class, speaking with a close friend of yours about something completely unrelated until all eyes were on you, for Michikatsu Tsugikuni approached you.

➢ Obviously, you were surprised - no, appalled at how a Tsugikuni wanted your attention

➢ That was the day he confessed his own little crush on you whilst being on the roof of the school. How could you not accept? You also had taken a liking to the attractive raven haired male and saying no would be similar to jumping off the same roof where you admitted your feelings

➢ That's when worry set in

➢ All types of girls, boys, and theys liked them both, and constantly thirsted over the two while claiming "they're mine!" It was immature to say the least, but entertaining to see their feelings not get reciprocated from one of them

`` What if by saying we are together, they would start attacking me on purpose? Or saying hurtful things out of spite? `` You inquired with worry laced in your tone. Michikatsu took your hand in his, expressing his own idea. `` I know this might not seem like the best idea, but we do not have to openly tell people we are together, it can be our secret. ``

➢ And that's how your secret relationship started

➢ Of course, you had your worries, but seeing as how your relationship even made it to college due to it starting in your senior year of high school, they all simply washed away

➢ It was actually not as hard as you made it out to be to hide your relationship. During your first year of college, you knew not to act too close, but instead as acquaintances who simply knew each other back in high school

➢ Yet, even though some females who also went to high school with you recognized you as the girl who got asked out by Michikatsu, they did not cause any problems surprisingly enough

➢ Now, you're probably asking how you got caught? Oh boy...

➢ During your second year of college, Yoriichi and Michikatsu started living off campus in their own home that you were excited to learn of from your lover who happily shared the news to you when you both were alone in your dorm

➢ Around that same time, Professor Muzan Kibutsuji, the one teacher you loath the most for always favoring other students and failing to hide it, assigned a group project of 5 for your classroom, and to your luck, you were put in a group with not only the twins, but Douma and Shinobu

➢ You were friends with Shinobu, but not so much with Douma. The male would constantly tease you, trying to get your number at any given second while you were put together at a different table to brainstorm ideas for said project

`` Sooo..~ What are we doing for the project hm? Maybe we should exchange numbers so that we can converse more afterwards. `` Douma's suggestion did not go unnoticed by everyone, who automatically knew what he meant by the wink he directed in your attention. Shinobu, who thankfully also hated the male, slapped him silly upside his head.

➢ Michikatsu, who absolutely despised him, always struggled to hide a specific vein that would pulse on his neck that hinted clear signs of aggravation, but unfortunately, you two were just not ready to openly express your relationship

➢ After the class and the slap hurricane Shinobu laid upon Douma, Yoriichi invited the group to their house, and you being excited that you could finally come over, said yes a little too quickly

➢ Thankfully, it did go unnoticed by everyone, so your nerves were relaxed

`` I'd love to, but I have plans with a special lady that weekend, so unfortunately I cannot make it, maybe Shinobu ca- `` ``I cannot make it either, but [Y/N] can and she'll text me the ideas anyways, have fun, `` was all the biology major female said before turning on her heel and leaving swiftly.

➢ Now having plans set in motion, you waited patiently for the weekend to arrive, and when it did, you were beyond ecstatic

➢ That's where everything went down hill

➢ Thanks to the directions messaged to you by Michikatsu, you made it to their estate with no issues. You were nervous and excited at the same time. It was impossible to not feel such ways when this is the first official time you would be in the private space of your boyfriend

➢ He had also given you a key to entering was not a problem, but what you did not expect to see was your boyfriend standing there and waiting for you

`` Yoriichi isn't going to be home this evening, so I figured we could come up with our own project instead, `` Michikatsu said with a fire ablaze in his eyes as he grew closer to you. The gaze itself caused shivers to emit from your spine once your brain registered at what he was suggesting, and you could not lie, the idea had you wet already.

➢ Obviously you and the raven haired male had slept together a plethora amount of times before, most times leaving you sore and having to suck it up and pretend nothing happened during classes while he sat proudly knowing he was the reason

➢ In a matter of seconds you both are now in his bedroom, you beneath him and him leaving butterfly kisses up and down your neck until his lips latch onto yours again, all the while getting you undressed

➢ Let's skip a little ahead because you know what happens here ;)

➢ By time Michikatsu is already balls deep within your wet depths and thrusting into you like no tomorrow, Yoriichi entered around that time with confusion plastered on his face upon hearing banging against a wall as well as another noise he could not quite decipher

➢ The confused twin trailed up the stairs until he knocked onto Michikatsu's room door, expecting an answer but instead all he heard was an audible moan of his brother's name

➢ The poor look on his face once he learns what his brother and his girlfriend is doing

➢ At that point he is fed up of being overheard so he bursts into the room, although he did not think the entire plan through because now he got the open sight of you having your legs wrapped around Michikatsu's waist, his hands interlocked with yours, as well as the evident sight of both your naked and sweaty bodies

➢ Needless to say, he was traumatized

`` Get out and knock!, `` your lover would say as he throws a pillow at the swiftfully exiting male who looked beyond apologetic. `` I did knock! You were too loud! `` At that point you were beyond red, trying to process the entire situation that just unfolded. Your relationship had finally been known.

➢ Michikatsu immediately pulled out of you, cleaning the both of your bodies of any mess (mainly cum and sweat but shh)

➢ Once you both were clean and fully dressed, your boyfriend carried you bridal style out of his bedroom to a certain twin brother that was waiting impatiently in the living room for an explanation as to why he just saw his partner and twin sleeping together

➢ Now, as the three of you were sitting in the living room, you and your lover being even redder than tomatoes, waited for whatever Yoriichi had to say

`` Now, I do not mind if two consenting adults are having one night stands, but can you explain to me as to why you decided to have such loud sex? `` You completely flushed at his explicit words, but also thankful for the fact that he was utterly clueless about your relationship, although it was about time to come clean. `` Yoriichi, I am sorry you had to come home and see that, but there is something we need to tell you..- `` `` You two are dating? ``

➢ Now at that point, you fully died

➢ Seeing as how you have been silent the entire time and left Michikatsu to say everything, you decided to speak up

`` Yes we're together Yoriichi. We have been together for a long time, since high school actually. We've been in a relationship since then and I apologize for not saying anything. ``

➢ Now that the news was out to the one who deserved to know the most, he was much more understanding and even excited about his older brother finding the love of his life

➢ But the next day, things were real embarrassing

➢ You and Michikatsu were extremely silent at your group table during Professor Kibutsuji's class. Obviously Shinobu's observant self took note of this, along with how you did not send her any of the "ideas" you came up with

➢ Shinobu, Douma, and Yoriichi all stared at the two of you, who were now sitting beside each other and being reddened messes at the news you are about to drop on the observers who were starting to get impatient

➢ You've been secretly dating for years and now that the truth is about to come out, it felt gut wrenching to say the least

`` My brother and [Y/N] have something they'd like to say, `` Yoriichi started so that the topic could get a move on and everyone could get a good grade by getting it over with and working on the project. `` Well..- `` said Michikatsu. `` [Y/N] and I are together, and we have been since high school. We were in a secret relationship. ``

➢ Douma being the fucker he is definitely busted out laughing, holding his stomach as tears formed in his eyes

➢ Shinobu on the other hand stared wide eyed, refusing to believe that she could not realize you both were together for such a long time

➢ Although Yoriichi had a proud smile on his face in view of the fact that the news was already out

➢ But due to the prying ears of many around you, some began staring at your table, the secret was now out and you couldn't do anything about it

➢ Even though, you both were happy knowing you no longer had to hide the happiness you two brought each other, as well as now Michikatsu does not have to worry about Yoriichi anymore, for now he will fuck you if he feels like it, give you attention if he feels like it, and get attention himself if he feels like it.

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awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands · 2 years

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60 candles to blow for Izzy (Izzy Stradlin fanfiction)

A/N: Requested by anon, it was the only one missing and our fav emo boy deserves to have a birthday fic too, so here it is.

Summary: AU set in modern times where Izzy and Steven join back GNR between 2020-2021. It’s Izzy’s first birthday since he came back and he doesn’t know what to do. Life (or more like his band mates) has different planes for him.

For a long time Izzy never cared for his birthday. In the 80s it was an excuse like another to get alcohol, until the situation became too unbearable to spend even one night with certain members of the band. When heroin came into the picture everything turned into a blur and soon enough he wasn't even sure when his birthday was. After he left in 1991 he felt like breathing again but he got used to having a modest and content celebration, something among family and close friends nothing too much, however this year it was different.

The first birthday he celebrated with Guns N'Roses after years and it was a big step stone, his 60. He wasn't even sure how to feel: nervous? Excited? Indifferent? They weren't the same guys who made him leave yet it was still too surreal for him to know what to do. He pondered if he should have invited them for dinner or simply kept his tradition going, they all knew Izzy wasn't that social anyway, so they wouldn't be upset, right?

He decided to take one step at the time and to go to practice first, a simple hangout between all of them. There couldn't be any surprise, right?

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The rest of Guns N'Roses made sure everything was set up way before it was practice time. Izzy was always a bit early and they didn't want to get busted, especially when Duff and Slash were putting the decorations on, on the other hand Steven was wrapping up their gift, besides from Axl's second one who the redhead already wrapped before heading to the bakery and getting the cake. Was it a crazy idea? Probably, but they would be lying if that didn't take them back in time, when they still used to care about each other and threw surprise parties.

"We did such a good job!" Slash stated with a smile.

"Izzy will kill us for this, he hates surprises." Duff chuckled.

Axl entered the room quickly, gently putting the cake, then he looked around frantically and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God you're done!"

"Why?" Steven asked, confused.

"Because I just saw Izzy's car parking. That fucker is early again!"

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When Izzy opened the door he thought he was the first one to arrive, until he heard "surprise!" and saw his band mates standing with big smiles.

"I... I- wow"

"Told ya he still hates surprises" Duff smirked.

"Look, we have a cake for you to blow!" Steven clapped his hands excited.

"Vegan, obviously." Axl added.

Emotions flooded Izzy's heart, he had no words to express how he was feeling. It was a nostalgic sight that pulled his heart strings, the people he used to call family were all there celebrating him.

"Thank you..." He was speechless but he made sure to look all of them in the eyes as he meant his words.

"Yeah you can be sappy later, blow out these candles or Steven will die of anticipation waiting to eat the cake" Axl said but there wasn't any sarcasm in his voice, just genuine teasing between friends.

He had to stand through the excruciating happy birthday song, as the boys tried to make it as hard as possible for him but he blew his candles (thank God they weren't exactly 60 like they did one time when he was 27) and a smile formed on his face.

"What did you wish for?"

"Steven he can't tell you that, otherwise the wish doesn't come true!" Duff reminded him.

"Ohhh but now you are going to open your gifts, right?" He said pointing to the packages lying around in a corner.

"Time never changes, uh?" Axl said, handing him the first present.

"He always loved birthdays. He will have a lot of fun with the next one." Izzy replied.

"Oh wait, that will be mine!" Slash said with a laugh.

The first gift was actually the part one of another. Steven got a photo album and Duff a Polaroid so he could always snap pics during the tour to show his family or friends. He really appreciated it.

Slash, as a fellow guitarist, gave him brand new equipment to use whenever he wanted, after all those years he still had the same taste in guitars so it wasn't hard for him. He got to admit it was very cool and needed.

Lastly Axl gave him a small box with a new phone. He wasn't a fan of technology but the singer quickly explained himself in defense.

"I know you hate new phones but you can use this one just to video call your family when you miss them very much. You don't have to give up your old dinosaur who can't even snap pictures''

Izzy hated to admit but he knew it was necessary so he thanked him with a nod.

"Also I... I have another gift for you. A bit more private..." Axl whispered seriously and Izzy's heart clenched a bit. He knew Axl for so long and when he was serious about something it meant it was a big deal, they slowly slipped out of the room while the rest were too busy to notice them and they stopped in the empty hallway.

"I don't know if you remember this but when he was little I gave you a diary..."

Izzy's memories hit him like a brick : his childhood home, him and Axl in his basement, soda and chips and a cake, a brand new diary.

"Yeah I remember"

"I had a similar one too and we promised each other we would always write when we were together because that's what best friends do. I kept doing it even after you moved to LA and I joined you. When we got famous I started to write way less but still a bit until... "Axl's stopped but Izzy knew exactly what he wanted to say.

" Until I left the band"

"Yeah, I thought since we turned the page and buried the hatchet we should start new diares, if you want..."

Axl passed him a beautiful dark green diary, very similar to the one he had, he opened to find all the pages blank beside the first one, it was written " Izzy and Axl's old men's adventures ".

" It is great... "

" It's my way to say that I don't hold any anger anymore. I promised you things would have been different and they are"

If there was one thing he appreciated from his childhood best friend was his determination, he was a serious man when he wanted to be, especially now that he learned to acknowledge his feelings.

"Thank you again Axl. I will take care of it"

The red head smiled and they both got back into the room, greeted by the others talking. They didn't ask where they were, they all knew about Izzy and Axl's unique friendship but they turned all the attention to the birthday boy.

"Sooo since today we won't have rehearsals, who wants to share all the embarrassing moments of Izzy? We have 60 years to talk about" Duff proposed and the room erupted in a general laugh while Izzy shook his head.

It was incredible how so much time changed yet still everything stayed the same. Maybe he really made the right choice.

#Izzy Stradlin #guns n roses #axl rose #Steven Adler #slash #duff mckagan #80srock #80s rock band #birthday fanfic #fanfiction #guns n roses fanfic #happy birthday izzy

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nagipops · 3 years

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can i request a naruto x reader frenemies to lovers? i’ll leave the rest up to you 😘 love your writing.

“BUT WE HATE EACHOTHER!”

FEATURING: naruto uzumaki!

SUMMARY: in which you catch feelings for a certain yellow-haired nuisance. what you didn’t know? the feeling was mutual.

WARNINGS: this is a modern school au!

A/N: thank you very much, anon! i had some fun with this one :)

“Naruto!” you cried, fisting the collar of his shirt and dragging his face mere inches from yours. “Give it back!”

The blonde in front of you grimaced in pain, clenching his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut. “Hck— okay! Jeez!” Raising his arm up while dangling in midair, your phone shimmered within his firm grip as he held it out to you helplessly. You dropped him from your grasp and reached for your phone, when all of a sudden, he sped off at the speed of light in the opposite direction.

“NARUTO!!” you seethed, taking off after the hysterical blue-eyed boy.

You lay in bed that night after a wild goose chase to retrieve your phone from your sworn enemy when you turned on your device and gaped at your lock screen.

A blonde head and a familiar peace sign stared back at you, illuminating the dark room in a warm glow. Your initial furious reaction slowly gave way as you continued to stare at your lock screen, noticing how... maybe he was kind of... cute? His cheeky grin, bright eyes, and youthful demeanor charmed just about anyone. You had no idea how he did it, but it was somehow starting to have an effect on you.

A tiny smile on your face, you unlocked your phone to find every single app cover displaying Naruto’s shit-eating grin.

“NARUTO!!!!!” you shrieked, throwing your phone at the wall and pulling the covers over your head.

Biting your lip to keep a laugh from bursting out, you silently zipped up the front pocket of Naruto’s busted backpack, sliding his nearly obliterated phone into the sleeve of your hoodie. You slipped quietly back into your seat, hiding his phone behind the book you were pretending to read while you got to work unlocking it.

Shoot. A password.

Trying to recall his birthday, you realized that he probably wasn’t smart enough to set his password to something cryptic like that, so you punched in the age-old code: 0000.

And just like that, you were in his phone.

“Yes!” you whispered, swiping through the various screens in attempt to find any juicy secrets, but his screen was so broken that it was futile to read anything with the naked eye. “Kami, how the hell does he see anything? No wonder his texts are always so incoherent.”

An idea popped into your mind as you headed over to the messaging app to try and dig up some scandalous gossip.

His texts had absolutely zero substance.

A lot of nagging Shikamaru to hang out with him, walls of bizarre emojis to Sasuke, spamming random words to Sakura, and so forth. You facepalmed yourself at the thought of Naruto actually having the brains to have a real conversation with someone over text.

You sighed as you scrolled mindlessly through the thread of texts between him and Sakura, when something caught your eye. Words like “crush”, “confession”, “tell them”, and “cute” stuck out to you, piquing your curiosity.

After taking a closer look, you spotted your name amidst the frantic texts from Naruto. Examining the screen even closer, you read a few of the messages between them.

Hehe, sakura chan, i took (y/n)’s phone today 😝

baka, they’re gonna hate you for that now! do you want them to neglect you forever??

I ALSO CHANGED THEIR LOCK SCREEN, do you think they’ll like it??

ARE YOU STUPID??!!!! DONT COME CRYING TO ME WHEN YOUR CONFESSION DOESNT FRICKING WORK

I THINK THEY ALREADY KNOW I LIKE THEM!!!!!!! YOU TOLD ME TEASING MAKES THEM HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU, RIGHT????

WHAT EVER. DON’T COME CRYING TO ME WITH A BROKEN HEART.

Naruto’s phone slipped from your fingers as your eyes glazed over in shock. The merciless teasing, the endless phone stealing, the ceaseless name-calling were all just Naruto’s crappy attempts at... flirting?

You then recalled all of the times he playfully patted your head a little too hard, to the point where you thought he was just abusing you for fun. You recalled all the times you caught him staring at you before he stuck out his tongue, when you just thought he was being an annoying brat. You recalled all the little tiny hints here and there, masked by his immature quirks and behaviors.

Before your thoughts could run any further, you felt a strong, familiar hand grab the top of your head, and you were suddenly all too aware of the cracked phone sitting in your lap and the warmth of your cheeks.

Oh shit.

The hand tilted your head backwards until you were staring upside down at a blonde haired, blue-eyed boy with an irritated scowl on his face. “What are you doing?”

“Hey, it’s only fair, you plastered your own face all over my damn phone, alright?” You felt the blood rush to your head from being tilted backwards, the roots of your hair stinging from Naruto’s grip. “Let me go, I didn’t even find anything good!”

“Uh-huh.” He released your head, leaving your scalp aching and your vision blurry as he reached to grab his phone from your lap. His eyes squinted at his screen, examining it for any weird changes to his device. “Hey, you cracked it even more here!”

You gave him an incredulous look. “I— what?” You followed his gaze to the right side of his phone, searching for the crack to no avail. “How can you even notice that crap?!”

After huffing a sigh, a devilish grin spread across Naruto’s face as he shoved his phone into his pocket before smacking the back of your head with his palm. “Payback!”

“Hey!” you cried, rubbing the stinging nape of your neck. “First you pull my hair, now this?!”

He chuckled, flashing you a cheeky close-eyed grin. “It’s only fair!” His expression slowly grew serious as he turned to look you directly in the eyes. “Ah... hey, (Y/N)-chan, how would you feel about going on a date with me to Ichiraku today?”

You snorted in half surprise, half disbelief. “Are you crazy? We...” your mind traveled back to the strange text messages between him and Sakura. “We... we hate each other.”

Naruto’s eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening before he broke into a bashful laugh. “We-well... yeah, right. We hate each other.”

The two of you stared into eachother’s eyes for what felt like an eternity. You noticed the tiniest bit of affection in his blue eyes and the lightest blush on his cheeks as he held your gaze.

Slapping your desk and shooting to your feet, you broke the insufferable, lingering silence. “Well, can’t say no to free ramen.” Smirking, you brushed past him, throwing a teasing glance over your shoulder. “Well? What are you waiting for? Your treat!”

Naruto stood paralyzed behind your desk, his stunned face frozen in shock before melting into an exasperated yet affectionate grin.

“(Y/N), you idiot...” he muttered before chasing you through the city all the way to his favorite ramen shop.

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atsvmi-x · 3 years

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my personal characterization of eren bc i’ve been thinking about him a lot🥰 this is all modern!au bc canon literally never happened.

these aren’t x reader headcanons but i have more than enough thoughts about eren in a relationship to provide those soon!

General

Loud, brash, and loyal to a fault - you either love him or hate him (or if you’re Jean, you both love and hate him)

Those that he allows into his inner circle are friends for life. He’s easy to piss off but he’s quick to forgive when it comes to friends and family. If that doesn’t apply to you, or you cross those closest to him, he’ll hold a grudge long after the issue is resolved. You’re on his shit list for life.

He wears his heart on his sleeve. It’s literally impossible for him to conceal his emotions. If he’s angry, sad, annoyed, happy, literally anything his feeling you will be sure to know.

The same goes for his opinions. Blunt beyond belief. If he thinks something is stupid he won’t hesitate to say so. He’ll backtrack to soften his delivery if he notices that it offends other parties though.

All of these factors can lead to awkward moments. 99% of the time he’s confident enough in his stance to ignore how others might receive him but the other 1% of the time you might catch the rare sight of his cheeks heating up.

Contrary to popular belief, Eren is actually smart. Not to the same caliber of Armin, Erwin or Hange when it comes to critical thinking and analysis, but it is still above average. That being said, he doesn’t necessarily apply himself to subjects that don’t immediately interest him. However, he has impeccable game sense, making him quite the accomplished athlete.

Anger issues. Clearly. It made him a difficult child... for most of his life (and probably the reason he’s an only child) but as he’s gotten older he’s learned to manage his temper. It’s still easy to rile him up though, and it’ll be a cold day in hell before he backs down from a challenge. But for the most part his attitude is a running joke between those he’s closest with.

He has a strong moral compass and sense of justice. Not in the sense that he’s conservative, far from it. His personal ideology is: as long as it’s not hurting anyone people should do what they want. and anyone that messes with that is wrong. He’s a simple guy

Bad at flirting. He can be super oblivious and when he does catch on, he’s not smooth at all. But he’s tall and pretty so it comes off as endearing 99% of the time. It’s his boy-ish charms that save him every time.

Childhood

Cute as a button as a baby. Poor Carla and Grisha were blindsided when he hit his terrible twos.

Had no friends besides Armin until middle school when his parents adopted Mikasa.

Before Mikasa, he and Armin were the black sheep of the neighborhood kids. Eren easily alienated himself from the neighborhood kids and his schoolmates due to his brash nature. Looking back on it, he still stands with his decision since it meant he found his first friend.

(Armin didn’t fit in for his old soul thanks to being raised by his grandparents)

Super curious and didn’t realize how small he was in such a big world. On several occasions he wandered off because of his curious nature. Would have been a leash kid if leash kids were a thing when he was growing up.

Could technically be considered a school bully for talking down to kids on the playground. HOWEVER, he was smaller than other kids for a while, meaning his haughty attitude resulted in petty school yard fights that he lost most of the time. Still, he never cried and never learned his lesson.

Since we was never against a fight, he made it his mission to take up for Armin. When Mikasa joined his family he did the same for her when their peers made comments about her different looks. As we know, those roles soon reversed with Mikasa taking on a protector roll

To try and find a suitable outlet for his excess...energy...Carla and Grisha signed him up for every sport under the sun. Was pretty good too but excelled at football and track and field.

Teen

Was on a first name basis with administration during his school years for getting too invested in classroom debates. His fired up nature easily boiled over outside the classroom resulting in several fist fights

Got suspended once for said fights, but more often than not Mikasa saved him before he could get into more trouble.

So angsty. Literally a textbook case of teen angst from the loud music, dark clothes, to butting his heads with his parents he was truly a nightmare. (He recognizes this and is forever apologetic to his parents for being so difficult during this time)

Started to grow out of his rebellious phase by his junior year. There was no real explanation for it he just...did. That’s not to say that he was any less combative, he just knew what battles to pick. Good job Eren.

By the time he graduates he’s such a mama’s boy. He’s always loved him mom but now his eyes have been opened to how much of a handful he was growing up. He’s embarrassed anytime she brings up old stories but he knows it’s all in good fun.

He’s also had a major growth spurt by the time he graduates and his years of playing sports have definitely paid off. He’s a total heartthrob by his senior year and unintentionally a heartbreaker. Again, it’s hard to break into his circle, nothing personal.

Young Adult (College/Post Grad)

Commits to playing football exclusively. Not out of hopes of going pro but he just really likes the sport. He’s well known around campus between sports and his personality.

Still, he can be found with any one member of his crew at any given time. It’s rare to find him by himself unless he’s in his dorm room. He’s a total extrovert and gets bored easily when left to his own devices.

BUT he’s not a total party animal. Definitely prefers kickbacks to partying. But he will show his face if someone personally asks him to come.

Smokes and drinks the normal amount. Knows his limits and isn’t a lightweight for either. But under the right conditions (i.e. drinking games, bets, etc.) he’ll over indulge. Far too touchy when he’s under the influence.

Struggled to find his “calling” in school. Most of his friends fell into majors that they clicked with but it wasn’t that easy for him. He probably ends up with a fifth year under his belt. since he didn’t officially declare a major until maybe junior year.

Graduates with a political science degree! 1) He fooled his parents into thinking he’d go to law school which satisfied his doctor dad. 2) While he doesn’t exactly know how, he wants to improve daily life for the less fortunate and he thought this was a good step to do that. 3) He loved being able to argue for a grade during in-class debates

I know we all love streamer!Eren but I really do think he’d end up going down a creative/independent route where he’s not tied to a desk 9-to-5. It really stressed him out to think about doing thing for 50 years and then being able to enjoy life after retirement.

Other

Like previously mentioned, his music tastes were pretty narrow. But as his social circle grew and he was exposed to new genres his musical pallet has expanded. His go to genres are still heavy, but he’s not against asking what song just played if he liked it (unless you’re Jean, he’ll never give him the satisfaction).

I feel like his celebrity crush is Doja Cat. I have no evidence I just feel like he’d be into her.

Baby can NOT dance. if he tries hard he can bust a two step but usually he doesn’t usually put forth the effort though. It just gets worse if he drinks.

Very much a night owl but surprisingly, he doesn’t like to sleep in either. Feels like there’s too much stuff to do in a day to just waste it in bed. He contradicts himself though bc he can spend all morning in bed playing around on his phone (he’s addicted)

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littlestarofthewest · 3 years

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Title: Unexpected Bargain | Word Count: 4249 | Rating: Explicit (18+!!!)

Pairing: Arthur x chubby female reader | Tags: modern AU

You're pulling up your jeans, wiggling around until they sit high enough to stay where they're supposed to. Then you raid your closet for a shirt, something that doesn't scream hobo but is still comfortable enough. You're going clothes shopping with Tilly, a feat that might take forever, considering that most shops don't have customers with your full figure in mind. It's better to be prepared for anything.

There's a sharp knock on the door, and you hurry to open it, shirt in hand.

"Hey, what do you think-?" you start, sure to have Tilly in front of you. Instead, it's the one person that you most definitely don't want to show your oldest, ugliest bra. "Arthur?!"

"Morning," Arthur says with a smile, the one word enough to have your stomach do a little flip.

Without thinking, you shut the door in his face and put on your shirt in record time before you open it again.

"Um, sorry about that," you mumble, hoping that you don't sound as out of breath as you feel. "I thought you were Tilly."

"Sorry to disappoint."

"Oh no, it's not that. I've just been waiting for her."

You feel awful, but Arthur smiles. "I know, that's actually why I'm here. Tilly sent me. Coffee?"

Arthur holds a cup out to you, and you take it without thinking, still confused. "Why would Tilly send you?"

"Seems like Hosea's sick, so she takes care of him and the store, but she didn't want to keep you hanging," Arthur explains. "So, I'm here, ready to drive you wherever you want to go."

"Oh, that's really not necessary; I can wait for another time."

Arthur shakes his head and puts his hand on his hip for a bad Tilly impression.

"You don't let that girl go home before she has at least one new dress," he says in a higher-pitched voice before falling back into his deep register. "I'm afraid that's not negotiable."

The idea of spending time with Arthur already knocks the wind out of you, but clothes shopping of all things is not what you ever imagined doing with him. It's bad enough when you whine in front of Tilly when you can't get the buttons of some jeans closed, or a top makes you look like a roll roast. You definitely don't look your best while trying on clothes.

"Let me get ready then," you say, unable to think of a way to refuse Arthur. After all, Tilly would have both your heads.

You put on some comfortable shoes and grab your bag before heading to Arthur's car with him. He opens the door for you, and you have to hold in a sigh. If Arthur plans on being a perfect gentleman the whole day, you're going to lose your mind.

When Arthur gets in the driver's seat, you finally take a sip from your coffee, unable to hold in a satisfied moan.

"Good?" Arthur asks, and you nod.

"Perfect."

"Great," Arthur says with one of his glorious smiles. "Then I remembered it right."

You take another sip, or otherwise, you might ask him to marry you right there.

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As per Tilly's orders, Arthur drives you to an outlet store a few miles out of town. They have a great range of styles and sizes, and while you might have to do a little digging, you have a good chance of actually finding something nice.

Inside, you're not quite sure where to start, especially with Arthur in tow, but he has an idea.

"Give me your bag then," he says, holding out his hand.

"What?"

"That's what I do, right? Hold your bag while you look around?"

You can't help but laugh. "Going right for the stereotype, huh?"

"I'm just not much help otherwise," Arthur says, pointing to himself. "I dress, so I don't get arrested."

You roll your eyes but hand Arthur your bag, trying very hard not to think about him running around naked when he's at home.

After a deep breath, you decide to just embrace the situation and work your way through the store like you would with Tilly. Arthur looks around but always stays near you, and accurate to the stereotype, you soon hand him some clothes to carry for you as well.

In the end, you do as Tilly wanted and look for a dress. You actually quite like wearing one, but it's always hard to find something fitting. Often, it's either too tight in some spots or hangs loose as if you threw on some garbage bags.

While you go through the selection without much enthusiasm, a saleswoman comes over to you.

"Hello, I'm Martha," she says with a warm grandmother's smile, "any chance I can help you with something?"

"Oh, I'm just looking around, thank you."

"Of course," she says, her smile not wavering one bit. "Let me just remind you that we have an in-house tailor now, so if you find something nice, we alter it for you for a minimal extra fee."

"Oh, that's great, thank you."

"I'll be right over there; just let me know if you need anything."

"Sure, thank you," you repeat, and Martha goes back to sorting out clothes, leaving you to stare at the dress in your hand.

You found two more like it that aren't bad but probably wouldn't fit you that well. If you could get them altered, they might just look decent. After adding them to your pile, you look for Arthur. He's killing time by petting a few fur coats, and when he looks up, you wave him over to head for the changing rooms.

You don't look forward to this part, but there's no way you can buy anything before trying it on. Arthur sits down next to a big mirror, looking out of place with your bag on his lap.

"Are you sure you want to wait here?" you ask. "This could take a while."

"I'm good," Arthur says, stretching his legs and leaning against the wall. You wouldn't put it past him to take a nap right there. You've seen him do it in various locations.

"Alright," you say, bracing yourself for what's to come.

The first two jeans you try on are already a bust, so you hopelessly change over to a skirt. It's not right out ugly, so you top it off with three different shirts before an annoyed grunt breaks out of you.

"Everything alright in there?" Arthur asks from outside, and your insides turn cold. You completely forgot about him.

"Yeah, just…," you bite your lip, not sure what to say without sounding all whiney. "Nothing really works."

There's a moment of silence, and you're about to change again, but then Arthur's voice penetrates your cocoon of self-loathing. "Let me see?"

"God no," you huff, the thought of Arthur seeing you like this turning your stomach.

"That's what you would do with Tilly, right?"

You're trying to find an excuse, but Arthur is right, and you can't exactly tell him that you don't want him to see you at your ugliest because of your crush on him. After a deep sigh, you step out from behind the curtain.

Heat pools in your chest with the way Arthur's eyes travel over your entire body, and it takes all your willpower not to run away.

"Alright, that looks nice, right?" Arthur asks, and you stare at yourself in the mirror.

"Nice?" you huff, prodding at your sides where the fabric clings to your skin. "You can see every roll and curve and just-"

You're not even sure how to finish the sentence, and Arthur furrows his brows. "But that's just how you look."

"Right," you say, swallowing the sullen feeling that rises in your chest.

You head back behind the curtain, blindly grabbing the next set of clothes while Arthur's words run in a loop in your mind. That's just how you look. Although you have no desire to do so, you step outside again.

"Oh, that's great," Arthur says, and you can't believe how genuine he sounds.

You take another look in the mirror, not knowing what's great about that outfit. Then you try on the next one, and when you come out again and let Arthur have a look, he actually smiles.

"Very nice."

"Are you kidding?" you say, finally snapping. "This is a green shirt with red pants; there's no way you can think this looks good."

Arthur looks you over before shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know; you just always look pretty."

"You- I don't-" you stammer, not sure what to say to that.

Instead, you rush back behind the curtain, your heart pounding like crazy. You've known Arthur for years. He always has a nice word for people, but he's not the type to lie. If he says that you're pretty, it's because he thinks you're pretty. You're not equipped to deal with that revelation in the changing room of an outlet store.

"You alright in there?" Arthur asks, and you feel like screaming.

Instead, you take a deep breath before poking your head out from behind the curtain. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure," Arthur says, although he looks anything but sure.

"Don't look at me so much but more at the clothes. Like, it's okay to tell me if they're ugly."

"Alright, I'll try."

You pick out another outfit and head back outside, turning in a circle. "So?"

Arthur studies you for a moment, his face one of pure concentration. "I'm not sure I like that color. It looks like a banana peel."

"Yes," you shout, clapping your hands together. "That's something Tilly would say. That's what I'm looking for."

"Okay," Arthur says, although he still looks confused.

"Just channel your inner Tilly. Can you do that for me?"

Arthur laughs, but then he nods. "Sure, I'll do my best."

From there on out, trying out things is actually fun. Arthur's an artist, after all, so he has an excellent eye for matching colors, and you learn a lot about what he likes when it comes to patterns and prints. The only things you don't show to Arthur are the dresses.

Two of them are right out ugly, but the last one could be something if it was actually tailored to your body. You remember Martha, and although you hate spending much money on clothes, it would be nice to have a cute dress.

You head outside in your own clothes, and Arthur grins. "Now that one is really killing it."

"Shut up," you grunt, shoving the clothes in his hands that you don't want. "I'll need to take a dress to the tailor and pay for the few things that actually fit."

"Alright," Arthur says, handing you your bag, and you make your way over to Martha.

She falls over herself to help you and calls for another woman to fit the dress so that they know what changes they'll need to make. Arthur heads over to you while she rings you up.

"I'll have a smoke outside," he says, "I think we established that I'm not a big help here."

"Oh no, you did great."

"It's not hard when you make everything look good," Arthur says, and he actually winks at you before heading outside.

You clench your teeth together to keep the butterflies in your stomach from flying out, and Martha smiles. "Isn't your husband the sweetest?"

"Oh, he's not my husband," you force yourself to say, although another flock of butterflies takes flight in your stomach.

"Ah, don't you worry, dear," she says, tapping your hand, "I've seen the way he looks at you. He's going to pop the question soon enough."

You feel like she dumped a bucket of ice water over your head. The way Arthur looks at you? What does that mean?

"I don't know-" you say, but Martha gives you a reassuring smile.

"Believe me, dear. I've seen so many couples come in here over the years. Some men hold their girlfriend's bag because they have to; some do it because they want to." She looks outside the window where Arthur watches the parking lot while having his smoke. "This one wants to."

You wish there was something you could say, but you draw a complete blank. Arthur turns around, and when he sees you looking at him, he smiles. You smile back, unable to help yourself, and Martha smiles even bigger. "Think of us when you need a wedding dress. We have a great selection."

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You stare into the mirror hating yourself. You hate parties even more, but it's Abigail who invited you, so you couldn't say no. Now you're trapped in John's and Abigail's bathroom, ready to drown yourself in the toilet.

In a state of sudden euphoria, you picked out your new dress to wear this morning, a decision that you very much regret. You feel uncomfortable and very much out of your league.

A lot of Abigail's co-workers look like they sprung right out of a catalog, with fancy dresses and high heels, ready to hop on the catwalk. Seeing them made you want to turn tail right at the door, but Abigail pulled you inside and introduced you to a few people.

Arthur's been there as well, talking to a tall woman with long hair and even longer legs. That's when your day went from shitty to right out horrible. If Arthur thinks you're pretty, you don't even want to know what he might say about her.

Still, you can't hide in here forever. You just have to suck it up until you can go home, and never accept any of Abigail's invitations ever again. You try to stand tall and walk back outside, doing your best to look confident.

You can't find John or Abigail anywhere, and although you try to fight the urge, you search for Arthur. He's still talking to the same woman, but then Abigail drags him away from her and whispers something in his ear. He nods, and when Abigail walks away, he makes his way to the kitchen, turning his head as if he's looking for something.

Again, you have the urge to hide, but then Arthur spots you and stops in his tracks. You force a smile on your face and wave, but while Arthur looks you up and down, he doesn't move in the slightest. You're about to walk up to him, but the woman from before steps in your path. You can't hear her, but Arthur smiles.

The expression that usually makes your heart melt now drives a knife right through it. You can't take it anymore and head back to the bathroom, finding it's locked. You hammer your fist against the door, making someone groan inside.

"Um, occupied?" an annoyed voice says, and you flee to the next door, rushing inside.

You walk up and down John's and Abigail's bedroom, trying to figure out what's wrong with you. After all, you've never been jealous before. You've had a crush on Arthur for a while, even when he still had a girlfriend, Mary. After they broke up, you still didn't have the illusion that he would magically fall in love with you. You were friends, and that was alright.

The only thing that changed was that stupid shopping tour. Arthur said you were pretty, and of course, you read too much into it. And then there was Martha, letting you believe that Arthur might actually want to be more than just friends. You'll have to get that out of your head.

"Y/N? You in there?" Arthur's voice comes through the door, making you jump.

"Um, yes?"

"Can I come in?"

"I- wait," you say, not sure what to do.

Arthur's the last person you want to see right now, but you can't think of a reason to send him away. If you do, he might get Abigail, and then you'd be in for a long conversation you don't want to have right now.

You open the door, and Arthur searches your eyes. "You okay? Abigail said you suddenly ran off, and now you did the same thing with me."

"I just saw you with that woman and thought you'd rather talk to her."

"Why? I don't even know her name."

"Well, she's beautiful, and I'm-"

You know you can't finish the sentence without tearing up, so you press your lips together, trying to keep the sorrow bottled up deep inside.

"You're what?"

"Plump, chubby, I don't know," you snap, unable to hold back your frustration. "Call it whatever you want."

"That's what you said at the outlet," Arthur says, confusion on his face, "but that's how you look, right?"

"Yeah, right."

You're about to just storm out, but then Arthur lets out a deep sigh, something you've never heard from him before.

"John keeps making fun of me, and now Abigail's on my back as well, so I might as well just say it," Arthur says. He's rubbing his neck, looking more at the ground than at you. "I think you're pretty and smart, and funny, and kind-"

You stare at Arthur, and he fidgets with his hands when he finally looks at you.

"I know you told me to look at the clothes, but it's hard to focus on some lifeless fabric when you're inside of it. You're just too distracting because you're goddamn sexy and-" Arthur interrupts himself, his gaze traveling up and down your body in a way that makes your blood boil.

You're pretty sure you're in shock. You've rarely heard Arthur say that much in one go, and you struggle to make sense of it all. Could Arthur really like you, let alone be attracted to you? "Arthur-?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm a simple man, and when I look at that dress, the only thing I can think about is how I want to rip it off and look at you instead."

You try your hardest to process what you just heard. With any other guy, you might think this is a joke, but Arthur would never be so cruel. You try your best to come up with something to say when you hear the lock of the bathroom door click.

The last thing you need right now is an audience, so you grab Arthur by his shirt and pull him into the room to close the door behind you. You lean with your back against the door, and since Arthur moved along without resistance, his hands come to rest on both sides of you, your fingers still clinging to his shirt.

"What-?" Arthur mumbles in surprise, but you touch your fingers to his lips to quiet him.

Outside, someone walks along the corridor. You hear voices, and a door falls shut. For a second, you believe to be in the clear, but then there are footsteps again.

You strain your ears, and aside from the noises outside, you can hear Arthur's shallow breathing, his hot breath washing up against your fingers. You hurriedly take your hand away but make the mistake of looking at him.

Arthur hasn't moved an inch, his eyes trained on you. Close like this, you're overwhelmed by everything that's purely him. His scent, the heat radiating from him, the clear color of his eyes, and his lips that feel a lot softer to the touch than you ever imagined.

You listen closely to make sure nobody's coming in here, but all you can hear is Arthur's breathing and your own heart, beating so fast it might break through your rips any second. And then there's everything Arthur said about you, swirling around in your head.

"Did you really mean that?" you ask, your voice shaky. "What you said about me?"

Arthur's eyes flicker to the ground, and he draws back a little, his cheeks gaining more color. "I just- You know, I usually really hate shopping."

A little laugh fights its way out of your chest, taking the doubts with it. Some guys want to hold the bag.

You cup Arthur's face, your fingers ghosting over his beard as you draw him in. Again, he follows along, and when there's barely an inch between the two of you, you feel like you might burst into flames any second.

This time, Arthur's the one to move first, touching his lips to yours. It's almost too gentle, careful even, but it still lights a fire in your belly. You throw your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, and Arthur takes his hands away from the door to embrace you.

You enjoy his body pressed flush against yours, and Arthur runs his hands along your body without any reluctance. You can't remember the last time you felt so wanted, and something inside you just snaps.

Like before, you grab Arthur by his shirt, but now you push him until you get to the bed. He sits down, reaching for your legs, and you feel like catching fire when Arthur runs his hands along your thighs to push up the dress.

He looks up at you, and without words, you agree that this won't be drawn out and careful. Now that you're in it, neither of you wants to wait.

Arthur hooks his fingers under the rim of your underwear and pulls it down. Before he has a chance to do more, you push him back onto the bed, getting right to open his pants. He groans when you pull him out and throws his head down onto the bed with a curse when you stroke him.

Seeing him like this is already hard to handle, so you just know you won't hold on for long. You crawl on top of Arthur, and when you rub his cock against your pussy, he grabs your hips and holds on to you while you sink down on him.

You take a little time to enjoy how Arthur feels inside of you, and even more how he looks up to you. With every move you make, his breath hitches, and when you start to ride him in earnest, he lets out a defeated moan between gritted teeth.

You try your best to stay quiet yourself, but it's getting harder the more you move. Arthur doesn't help either. He snaps his hips to meet you, and when you lean over him, he grabs your breasts and teases you until you put your own hand over your mouth for a moment to muffle your eager sounds.

To get more leverage, you lean back again, Arthur looking at you as if you were a work of art. He runs his fingers over your skin, sometimes digging a little deeper, tracing every curve. "I could watch you like this all day. You're so beautiful."

Usually, compliments don't even register with you since you don't believe them, but you know that Arthur is sincere. It's impossible not to feel good when he says things like that.

"Don't make me blush," you say, making Arthur chuckle.

"That makes you blush, but this-" Arthur holds on to your hips as you push yourself up and down on him, "-does not?"

You shrug. "I'm not used to compliments."

"You better get used to them," Arthur says. He reaches for you and pulls you close, your body melting against his. "You're sweet and sexy-"

You interrupt him with a kiss, his voice, and sweet words too much to handle. He kisses you back while his hands explore your body, and when you eagerly roll your hips, he grabs your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh.

Like this, it doesn't take long for you to reach your point of no return. You bury your face against Arthur's neck, unable to suppress some quiet moans, and with eager thrusts, you push yourself over the edge.

Your muscles clench around Arthur, and when an eager moan escapes him, you know he won't hold on much longer. You keep moving, and he draws you close again, his arms around you.

You kiss Arthur, his breathing now fast and erratic, and he moans against your lips as he comes. Holding on to each other, you don't move for a while until you remember where you are.

"We should probably get up," you say, but Arthur shakes his head.

"I'm fine where I am."

You laugh, and Arthur looks up to you with a smile. You kiss him and fetch some tissues from the bedside table. When you're both cleaned up, you bring your clothes back in order and come to sit next to each other on the bed. You're not quite sure what to say, only stupid things coming to mind.

"So, who's going to tell Abigail and John that they'll have to burn their sheets?" you ask, making Arthur rub his neck.

"Jesus," he huffs before pulling out a coin from his pocket. "Let's flip for it."

"Heads," you say, watching the coin fly.

Arthur puts it on the back of his hand and groans. "Guess I'll do it."

"And what do we do now?"

With a quick look over his shoulder, Arthur grins. "The sheets are already ruined, so-"

"Flip for that, too," you say.

"Tails," Arthur says, throwing the coin, but instead of catching it, he leans over to push you back onto the bed.

The way he kisses you then takes you to a faraway place. You don't even hear the coin drop.

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