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emotionallychargedtowel · 9 months

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get to know me ask game

Tagged by@nieves-de-sugui. Thanks, dearie!

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it. (I'm not big on meme tagging, and anyway, I seem to be one of the last people on the planet to get around to this thing.)

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

I've wanted to get some piercings in my ears for a few years now but between brokeness and covid stuff I haven't gotten around to it yet. Someday?

I have two tattoos. One is a reference to a song by a band I used to know and the other is in honor of my kids but also some stuff from my own childhood. Both were done by a close friend of mine. A lot of people don't realize I have them, especially the first one, which is on my ribcage. I want to get more tattoos but that may be tough since I can't go back to Texas anytime soon and the idea of working with a new artist here is a huge bummer--no one could take the place of my friend.

I just got my balayage re-done, with purplish ash blond bits, and it's the best thing I've ever done to my hair. Now if the weather would just cool off enough for me to be able to wear it down!

I had cosmetic surgery in middle school to make my ears stick out less.

I'm not super depressed most of the time but I'm prone to anhedonia (difficulty experiencing positive emotions) so I don't smile much and I seldom laugh aloud. Though since I started ADHD meds I started laughing a bit more, which has been nice.

I used to wear makeup a lot more, but I have allergy stuff that makes it hard to wear eye makeup so I've gotten out of the habit. I miss it. It was a good source of gender euphoria.

I'm not displeased with how I look, but saying I'm pleased with it seems a bit strong.

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks// I can do a handstand.

I can play both guitar and piano, but not very well at all.

I love doing visual art but got out of the habit over the years. I always tell myself that someday I'll go back and take some classes or something, when I have more free time. I would love that. For now I just draw things for my kids sometimes.

I can cook without a recipe but I can't bake without one. That way lies madness.

I swim about as well as I play piano and guitar--I can get it done but it may not be that aesthetically pleasing.

Sometimes I enjoy writing. Other times it's more like a compulsion.

I've read books this year but none that were part of a series so far. The last time I read a series was probably when I read Trollope's Barchester Chronicles a couple of years ago. My latest non-series book was Manning Marable's biography of Malcolm X (the audiobook version, which I highly recommend).

I very rarely get to travel and I'm a bit envious of those who do.

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together// I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

Today is my 16th anniversary with my partner (our getting together anniversary, not the wedding one, which is in December). He was my best friend when we started dating.

The friend I'm closest to at the moment is someone I've only known for about four years. I do have some close friends I've known a lot longer, though.

Making online friends and meeting them in "real life" is the best. It's been way too long since I did that. I've made some really important friends that way, including a friend who was my person of honor at my wedding and one of my closest friends in the city where I currently live.

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days //I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

I'm a huge fan of rain and storms. Even though it rains a lot in the PNW, I still miss Central Texas rain. The drizzly days here are nice, don't get me wrong, and overall the weather suits me far better. But I miss big, hard rains with thunder and stuff. I could go for one of those freaky horizontal deluges with golfball-sized hail and thunder that shakes your house. I don't want to be out in it, or not for long. But I'd love to look out the window at one right about now.

Freud wrote about an "oceanic" feeling where human beings have a sense of oneness with the universe (his friend coined the term and he ran with it). It's not a coincidence that this term references the ocean. The ocean just has an effect on the human psyche/nervous system that we haven't begun to understand.

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

I'm only a mom friend on request and with people I'm close to, but I enjoy my mom friend duties when I get the chance.

Are there people who don't enjoy Mexican food? I miss Tex-Mex so danged much.

Sometimes when I can't fall asleep I make up stories. One of my go-to things is stuff that that might happen after the endings of Austen novels. For example, if Mr. Darcy is going to be Jane Bennet's brother-in-law he is going to have to apologize for the bullshit he pulled when he interfered in her relationship with Bingley. And he'd better do a good job, too.

My favorite song to sing in the shower is Great Potential by Freakwater.

I'm usually shy about tagging so I'm going to forego it this time but if you're reading this, please feel free to use me as an excuse to do this!

#question meme thing #getting acquainted #uncharacteristic self-disclosure

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s4kasaki · 2 years

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Hey if you don’t mind do you think you could do koga with a music store owner crush if this makes sense that would be so cool and I hope you are having a wonderful day<3

ooo now this is interesting! — heyyo~, I'm back from the longest break I've ever done in my life since I've now gotten the biggest inspiration Sparks yet!!

♡ — a tune on the doorstep.

‣ tws / cws: none! maybe a tiny bit of swears

‣ reader: gender neutral - they/them

‣ author's note: öng I have too many drafts to finish but I will!, PS: his feelings r so crazily unnoticed bc i wrote too much details. WTF!!

Never in all your life did you think you'd be the new owner of a music shop— I mean sure, you were constantly working your best every living second when you were just a simple worker among the rest of the other workers there, but it was still a big surprise for you. You were excited to know just what your favorite customer would think when he heard about it. He came quite often, and you never really knew why.

It had been a surprisingly slow day at the shop, which wasn’t too out of the ordinary, especially when it was just you working... Usually, people would be bombing out the door and the noise was insufferable with just one person working, so it was delightful to catch a break. You ended up getting to lounge back, feet propped up on the counter beside your chair, reading one of the different Guitar World magazines that had begun to pile up in the back room. Most of the workers kept them in there in case somebody came in to loosen up, but you were the only one who was interested in reading the articles. Your eyes seemed to glance over to the clock that sat on the wall.

Almost a quarter to two.

He'll be here any minute, have no doubt...!

Bingo!~ The tiny bell above the door jingled, motioning his typical entrance. You didn’t even have to meet him with a greeting, he came In almost every day you had a shift, how so? You still have no clue, but you both were quite familiar with one another at this point, you got a small glimpse of how his hair was laid back. Hmm, perhaps preforming was a struggle. You always did like their dedication.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the radio play one of your favorite songs, Savage Love Affair by Undead. They had thrived so much since the past year. At first, no one believed that they would succeed, not even the members themselves. Regardless, look at them now. They have to go abroad soon, with seats already sold out, and they've dominated the music industry for the damn Music Awards of other Idols, you felt happy for them, of how far they had come. Their music was always motivational to listen to and always motivated you. You could even say that their music showed up in your life when you needed it the most.

“Welcome, little wolf.” you chuckled. He pushed up the bangs that dropped over his face before responding, “Ha, you listen to my music? I swore I heard you singing 'Savage Love Affair' just now, eh? You're quite talented, for a little nobody.” he laughed.

And you grinned. Although you were aware that you had quite the talent yourself-- but, you were always very iffy about playing or singing in front of people, especially strangers. You let out a timid laugh and scratched your cheek.

“You heard that? Outside this loud shop? where people never turn off their motorcycles...?” you chuckled for a second, “Didn't think ya' could hear.” your voice gradually getting a little louder as you looked at the magazine in hand.

You didn’t even need to look up to know what the man was gonna get, he always does and gets the same things every time he comes around the place. He would look around the store for a while, fakely check out the basses to see if any new ones arrived and other things before getting either a new pack of picks or bass strings, and they were always being the same brand each time, only the best for Oogami Koga. A chuckle pass your lips, as you went to the next page of the magazine. His rough voice suddenly broke through the silence. “Hohoh. Well, mind telling me where the bass strings are? ♪”

Hmm, you're in here almost every day, wanko. You surely don't need help finding anything at this point.

You thought to yourself.

instead, deciding to play along with his silly charade and pointing your pointer finger directed at his favorite brand of strings were normally located. “That way, sir.~“ he chuckled, a slight smirk spreading across his face, if you looked close enough maybe you'd even see the blush on this cheeks as he wandered off in the direction you guided him to. There had to be some motive to the way he always visited, right? maybe he was checking you out on the down low, you thought, he did tell you he was the famous Koga Oogami in your face?-- (not like it isn't easy to tell by his voice). No, don't get ahead of yourself!

His items fell on the counter with a loud "bang!", which got you to break out your train of thought, causing you to truly look at the man. Looks like this time he needed both new picks and new strings. Looks like today was going smooth after all~ he's come so often that you've memorized his usual amount without even having to check it in. “That’ll be 19¥.” His eyebrow tilted upwards, as if you'd said some to offend him somehow-- just then you noticed he has eyebrow piercings, eventually grabbing the wallet out his pants pocket seeking and folding it open to gather just what he felt was the right amount of cash. And his eyebrow raises again with sudden suspicion. “Damn, you did that fast! Have you gotten my usual needs memorized so well you automatically know the price?~♪”

That got you to put down the magazine, placing it to face down under the counter, standing up to meet his stare. “You could say that Riot Wolf, your usual isn't hard to remember, every time I'm on my shift since my workers don't do anything— here you are, roaming my store perhaps in looks for love and attention.~ just teasing you.” you smiled, placing his item in a bag. “Usually to get a pack of strings or a new pick. They’re always the exact kind too, are you sure you aren't craving anything else in this little shop of mine? Just an assumption!~” you giggled at his new found expression. You had caught the 'most awesome oogami koga-sama' off guard! It was quite a cute sight coming from the tough man. He was flushed, and you could stare at that face for quite some time if only you could.

He was completed knocked, maybe you never learned the concept of personal space because the mere inches between the faces of your two, was driving him even more mad— which caused you to giggle one more and place a hand on his shoulder to bring him back to reality. If he did come to speak to you every day giving him your phone number was the best way to go. “Well, here's my phone number— just in case you need more 'picks & strings' I'm always available!” You smiled, handing him over the tiny Lil piece of paper that had your phone number and name along with a Lil side note saying: "your fav music store owner :wink&heart: !" Which he surprisingly accepted, still a flushed mess inside. Staring at you like he's never seen something like you before, perhaps due to his mind still being in a trance, he stared at the side note that was written on the small sheet of paper and audibly, gasped. Looking at you, then the paper once again, you giggled. He swore that giggle did things to him, things he'd never get to tell you in person. Proud of your new found confidence to give the man your phone number finally after numerous visits, why didn't you do that sooner? You thought.. “Thats all for the today, sir~”

And with that all over with, the 17 year old stepped out your music shop, holding onto that paper as if it meant very dear to him— as if it be pain if he lost it by even the wind. The sound of his motorcycle faded away from where your ears could hear and that was the end of it, this would have you thinking for quite a time won't it.. then you noticed he forgot one thing. His strings. Well damn it—

“It's fine, he'll be back, he'll have no choice but to get them anyway.”

“he always comes back” you laughed.

Sigh, If only you could tell. he was simply intrested in you as to why so.

#꒰ 🌸;; fics ̖́-#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars imagines #enstars imagines #koga oogami x reader #koga oogami

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lovebykai · 3 years

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Play With Fire

》 Pretty Girl - Part 2

Word Count: 5.7K

Warning(s): Thirsty AF Reader. Violence. Obsession. Reader goes full Yandere for a sec. Fingering. Soft Dom Vibes.

Pairing: Ran x Fem!Reader x Rindou

Authors Note: It's been months since I've written this much, but I have needs so here I am. I tried to get the bulk of story set up through this one so I could get to the good stuff in the next one. No, I did not realize upon starting this I was gonna write a slow burn. Enjoy!

Joining Toman was more out of boredom than actual interest. Not to say you weren't devoted to the gang, because you were. Mikey was a great guy, and Pah-Chin was cool enough. The fact he went ape shit when Moebius had that girl raped was enough to solidify your loyalty to him specifically, at least.

Being declared the Haitani Brothers third wheel, you'd gotten an undeserved reputation for being a badass. Which would have been fine except you'd only spent six months practicing grappling with Rindou and the best you could manage was escaping. Other than that? You'd been totally helpless when they got put away. Thankfully, your parents had taken issue with their little girl coming home beat to Hell and let you take some classes.

After you managed to wrangle back your reputation, you'd promptly been picked up by your idiot captain and life went on.

In fact, the worst part of it all was having to pretend you were a guy.

It had been an accident, initially. The captain had just assumed based on your baggy sweatshirt and the mask you'd been wearing that you were a young boy, when in actuality you were pretty much a grown ass woman. It didn't help people treated you like the boogeyman around Roppongi. If they did talk about you, it was like you were some sort of ethereal creature rather than a living, breathing person. Rumors didn't specify gender; you'd never corrected him, even when they'd handed over your uniform, requested at a size too big.

"I'm sorry, did you-- did you say the Haitani brothers are here?" You'd been eavesdropping and didn’t even try to hide it, turning to the first divisions vice captain with wide eyes. Typically you didn't really talk to anyone for fear of outting yourself and starting some shit you didn't want to deal with, but the name was a shock to your system.

When had they even gotten out? God, it had been years. They probably didn't even remember you, but you could recall them with vivid detail. He gave you an odd look but nodded, returning to his conversation as he gestured vaguely for you.

Sure enough, there they were.

They'd grown up, and yet somehow looked just the same way you remembered them. Neither had noticed you, which was unsurprising, but part of you wished they would.

It was the same part of you that couldn't stand how close the people around them were-- the same part that had always made you watch them. You could recognize that these urges weren't healthy, but after years of distance and suddenly having them pop up, you were struggling to suppress them.

Mine. The thought made you wince, and you did your best to shake it off.

"No way." Considering you were about to get your ass beat, the bubble of exhilarated laughter caught you by surprise.

"You a fan or somethin'?" Some random guy asked, giving you funny look. Your mask hid the shit eating grin you gave him, but he got the gist when you shrugged.

"I grew up in Roppongi."

"Oh, shit, you're that guy--" He snapped his fingers a few times, obviously trying to remember the nickname. "Scrap?"

"Scratch." You corrected with another laugh.

It wasn't a very good nickname; you'd used some brass knuckles with spikes as your weapon of choice and people lost their minds. You didn't have the range to make solid hits all the time, but the spikes made up for it, and most people ended up with more cuts than bruises.

Hence, Scratch. See? Stupid. Cringe. Ran would have ugly cackled over it, but you couldn't get people to stop using it no matter how many faces you broke in retaliation, so you eventually just gave up. Your fingers brushed the weapons, tucked safely in your pockets.

Like fuck you were coming to a fight this outnumbered without a backup. Toman was nuts like that, and it'd probably get you tossed for using a weapon, but come on. You'd much rather live to fight another day than trust one of these assholes not to take things too far. Worst case? You'd just go back to flying solo and hope the Haitanis didn't mind another monster reputation floating around on their turf.

"That little shit." Your companion spat in annoyance and you bounced up on your toes trying to see what he was bitching about.

"Wow, he knocked out the mediator guy?" You couldn't help but laugh, getting dirty looks for it. It didn't last long, though; everything promptly went to Hell.

* * *

You hated getting hit in the face. Hated it.

Everyone did, but not like this. You weren't sure if it was some kind of trigger or something after years of getting your ass whiped, but the second someone's knuckles hit your face, you lost your shit.

"Yo! Scratch, stop, dude, he's had enough!" The fighting around you had halted in favor of watching you beat the guys face in; it took several seconds for your brain to come back online.

"Stupid fuck." You sneered, letting yourself be dragged backwards off of him by your own people. Predictably, there were whispers. There were always whispers. Luckily whatever drama was going on between Mikey and the Valhalla heads had apparently started gathering enough attention that the fighting was cooling down for everyone else.

"Christ, what, is Roppongi just full of goddamn psychos or somethin'?"

"Or somethin'." You bit out, turning your wrath on the guy who'd released you and bumping your chest against his. He held his hands up placatingly, backing up a step. The movement soothed you for a minute before the pain reminded you why you'd opted to pay it back tenfold.

Your nose was busted under the stupid mask and filling the cloth with blood; while everyone was distracted you stalked away to an isolated corner and tugged it off to try and stop the bleeding.

"Son of a bitch." It came out a nasally whine as you prodded your nose. Broken. He broke your nose. That bastard. Part of you wanted to go back out and beat on him some more but you refrained.

There was no way to be cool and pop that shit back into place. Honestly, you weren't even sure you could do it yourself. What it you fainted? God, that'd be embarrassing. You managed to stop the bleeding as you debated the best course of action, because there was no way you were putting the mask on over that shit. You'd rather die.

"Need a hand, bunny?" You choked, spitting out blood at the sound of his voice.

"I have a name, y'know." It came out on a laugh despite the tears in your eyes.

Rindou was smirking at you when you turned, amused by your predicament.

"Obviously, I just used it." He scoffed, giving you a quick once over that had you wagging your eyebrows teasingly.

"Oo, checking me out? Scandalous."

"Don't be stupid. C'mere and let me fix your face before someone notices." Obediently, you approached and tried not to flinch as he pressed his fingers gently against the bridge if your nose.

"Deep breath." A sharp inhale. A pop. There was agony then instant relief. Then more agony as the rest of your body remembered it was beat to shit. It took a second for you to realize you'd ended up leaning heavily on Rindou and push yourself back upright.

"Thanks." You blinked away the tears in your eyes and put the mask back on with a wink.

"Didn't expect to see you two here." Or ever again. You weren't sure if the fact he remembered you after only knowing you for a little over a year meant you were friends or not. It wasn't like the three of you had kept in contact; you hadn't even realized they'd been freed.

"Why'd you join Toman, anyway?"

"They invited me to."

The parallels of your first actual conversation with the brothers were not lost on you.

You'd had such a crush on Rindou when you guys were kids; then Ran when puberty hit you with a bat and you realized he was fucking gorgeous. It had made for a weird beat in your life, for sure. No better way to feel like a creep than to crush on a pair of brothers. Even the weird stalking you'd done most of your childhood -- while super cringy to look back on -- didn't give you the same ick factor.

Seeing him again was making you nostalgic; you didn't even notice Ran waltz up behind you until he'd wrapped long fingers around the back of your neck. The warmth that instantly crawled up your spine was more embarrassing than the butterflies. At least they couldn't see those.

"Guess you're not much of a lamb anymore, are you?" The croon was low in your ear, eliciting a shiver that made him chuckle.

"I don't think I was much of one to begin with." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"You definitely were," He argued good-naturedly, his thumb rubbing back and forth at your pulse. "Now you're more of a kitten since you went and bought some claws."

"What is with you guys and giving me cute animal names? I'm super scary now, y'know." They laughed at your grumbling.

"Nah, you're still just--"

"Scratch! Let's get some of these guys outta here before the cops show up." Whoops, you forgot this was a major battle.

Gently, you shrugged off Rans touch with a rueful smile. The pout he directed at you did funny things to your heart as you faced them both. For once you were glad you were wearing a mask, otherwise the dumb smile on your face would have been visible for the world to see.

"We should catch up. I still live at the same place if you wanted to drop by sometime." Well, your parents would probably have a stroke, but whatever, right? Rindou smirked, obviously amused by the offer as you spun on your heel to go help out the wounded.

* * *

Oh no, they're still hot. The image of the Haitani brothers all grown up was burned into your eyelids. It really wasn't fair. People who get hit so much shouldn't be that attractive; dealing with their ridiculous hotness levels was hard because, well...

Because now you had a grown up libido and despite your very best efforts, all you could think about was how bad you wanted to get dicked down by them. Either of them. Both of them. You didn't even care.

You pressed a pillow to your face, muffling a screech of mortification.

You'd healed up about three weeks ago, and now without the pain to muddle your thoughts, your brain was just rotting with filthy fantasies that you absolutely should not be entertaining. This was so much worse than when you were kids.

For fucks sake you were a virgin why were you daydreaming about getting spit roasted.

"Y/N! You've got a guest!" Of course you did, because why not, right?

You'd never been so sexually frustrated in your life; the low buzz of your vibrator beside you kind of made you want to cry. You'd abandoned it after realizing you were too embarrassed to get yourself off to the thought of Ran cooing in your ear. Stashing the device in your nightstand, you righted yourself and wandered to the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face.

"Such a sweet little lamb." Shuddering at your own imagination, you squirmed a bit. This was so bad.

"Why am I like this?" You demanded of the ceiling in a harsh whisper, taking a deep breath to steady yourself before heading to the front door.

"Ran!" You squawked out, abruptly trying to remember what the fuck you were wearing oh God he knows doesn't he oh fuck--

"Hey, Y/N! I just thought I'd stop by and see if you wanted to grab some coffee or something?"

Like a date? Was he asking you on a date?? No, that'd be stupid, he just wants to catch up as friends, Y/N, stop. God he smiles so pretty I wish he'd just look at me like that all the--

"Yeah," You tried not to wince at your own enthusiasm, as though you were loudly interrupting your own thoughts. "Just let me throw something else on. You can come in."

You're not doing this again. You told yourself as you dug through your closet for something appropriate for public consumption. Not again. You cannot hyperfixate on a person! It makes you crazy. Pick a TV show, or a book, or even a fucking animal, but not a person.

"Cute." Ran was leaning in the doorway as you finished tugging down your shirt, sleepy eyes following the movement. When his gaze flickered back up to meet yours, you licked your lips; the tip of your index finger moving to press into your lower lip.

"Awh, am I making you nervous?" Realizing you were nibbling at the tip of your finger -- a nervous habit you had kicked years ago -- you jerked your hand down. Ran was grinning as you shuffled awkwardly on your feet, rolling your eyes.

"Of course not. Let's head out." There was a weirdly charged silence between the two of you that you couldn't work up the nerve to break. Why was this so awkward? Ran was the easy brother to talk to. Rindou was the one who was always a dick to you.

Oh, right, because you'd been thinking about what his cum tasted like not even a full hour ago.

You were so fucked, and not even in a good way.

* * *

"Where's Rindou today?" You asked, for lack of a better conversation topic. The two of you had taken your coffee to go and were wandering around aimlessly; you were starting to feel like you'd managed to escape your intrusive thoughts.

"He had some errands to run, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to get you all to myself today." Ran threw an arm around your shoulders, smirking down at you when it earned him a giggle.

"So, c'mon, what have you been up to these last few years? I've heard the rumors but how much is true?" You groaned at the line of questioning, much to his apparent amusement.

"Almost none of it. They descended like wolves when you two went away so I took some classes and bought some brass knuckles. People act like I went hunting for vengeance but really I just started beating them back when they came sniffing around."

"Too bad, I was really hoping to come back and hear you'd decided to sit on the throne for us." His arm tightened enough that you stumbled into his side. Trying to keep your balance, you wrapped an arm around his waist tentatively. This was... a lot. Way more touchy than you were accustomed to.

"We're two completely different breeds of people, Ran. I couldn't do what you do." It was a compliment but also very true. You didn't have the stomach for performing the Haitani brand of brutality regularly. Even on the occasion you lost your cool it usually left a bad taste in your mouth after you'd had time to process.

"Fair enough," Gently, he tugged you to a stop and you looked up at him curiously.

"How'd you end up in Toman, Y/N? I never thought you'd actually join a gang." The odd seriousness of the situation was threatening to ring warning bells, but you pushed the discomfort aside. Sure, Ran was dangerous, but never to you.

Maybe it was that certainty that made you spill your guts. Not that there was much to tell in the first place. The two of you continued walking while you spoke, somehow managing to stay interlocked.

"You should quit." He blurted out when the two of you plopped down on a park bench and you wrapped up your story.

"Come back to Rindou and me like when we were kids." Your eyes widened at him in surprise; your heart nearly leapt out of your chest when he shifted to grab your hand. Rationally, you knew it was done in a gesture of earnestness, but that didn't stop the butterflies.

Mine. They're still mine. A wave of possessive satisfaction curled in your gut and you tamped down a smirk. His long fingers played with yours, revealing nerves that were otherwise completely masked by that soft smile. It was a deceptive look -- you'd seen him direct it at people before bashing their skulls in -- but it didn't intimidate you anymore.

"I wou--"

"Ran!" Not mine. The feminine voice knocked the weird fog that always come over you around the Haitanis away. Your hand jerked from his on instinct, eyes shifting to your phone as you pulled it out with practiced ease.

Captain Cutie: Meeting tonight.

Your gaze briefly flickered back up just in time to see a hand land on Rans bicep and the world around you faded out. The only thing that existed was that fucking hand.

You wanted to break it.

Mine. The rage that was building in you was bitter and unreasonable. Ran wasn't yours. He wasn't. Don't touch him. I'll fucking kill you. I'll beat your pretty face in and--

"Sorry to cut things short, but I need to go." You tried for nonchalance, but there was a bit too much ice in your tone. Reluctantly, you pulled your gaze from where the pair were connected to meet Rans eyes with a painted on smile.

"We should do this again sometime." Without even registering anything else -- she was still touching him -- you moved on autopilot. If you didn't escape you'd do something insane like actually hit the poor girl.

"Oh, well, at least let me walk you home, Y/N--"

Y/N? Since when were you Y/N and why did the sound of your own name leaving his mouth make you nauseous?

"I'm actually not going home; sorry, no company allowed." I'll kill her. I'll slit her goddamn throat. This is all her fault.

Fuck. Shit. You were having an episode.

Throwing a wave over your shoulder, you called out a goodbye and tried to hustle without being too obvious about it. The further away you got, though, the darker your thoughts became.

Bet he walks her home.

You knew you told him not to. Literally lied and bolted like a bat out of Hell so he didn't see how fucking crazy you were. You just had to stop thinking about it. Stopstopstopstop--

Who even was she? A girlfriend? A fuckbuddy?

Stop.

Why did she think she could touch him? Why did he let her touch him?

Stop.

But they didn't. The thoughts just kept circling, clawing at your brain; grinding down your apparently feeble hold on sanity. This wasn't normal. Obsessing over people like this was just--

You stumbled backwards as someone collided with you.

"Watch where you're goin', runt."

The next thing you knew, your hands were covered in blood. Your brass knuckles had somehow gotten out of your pocket. Everything had a hazy, muffled quality. What the fuck?

Your heartbeat was too loud in your ears. The world wouldn't come back into focus.

"Fuc--! 'M sorry, 'm sorr-- st-- please!"

Blink.

Everything rushed back at once.

The guy who'd bumped into you was sobbing; his face was cut to shit from the spikes. Most people dodged them, but he was apparently too stupid to move.

"I'm sorry-- I'm so sorry! Please stop." You sneered down at him, fingers flexing as you reigned yourself in.

Fuck.

* * *

"Fancy seeing you here." Rindou dropped down beside you on the abandoned sidewalk.

You knew it was him because he smelled the same as he always had; you'd spent weeks hunting for what cologne he wore when you couldn't see them anymore. There was still a bottle in your nightstand.

"You guys know I'm fuckin' bonkers, right?" You deadpanned bluntly, not looking away from the literal brick wall you'd been staring at for what felt like hours.

"And, what? You think we're normal?" He scoffed, getting comfortable. "Don't be stupid, there's nothing wrong with you." The words werent exactly kind, but they made your heart stutter anyway.

There's nothing wrong with you. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes and you promptly blinked them back.

"I wanted to kill that girl today." You confided. "And the guy that broke my nose. And the one I left on the street earlier. One day I'm going to fuck around and do it and I don't really know how to handle that."

"So you wanted to kill a guy that hurt you, a guy who disrespected you, and-- wait, what girl?" Heat spread across your cheeks.

"Nothing, she's not important."

"Apparently she's important enough to get on your kill list." Rindou barked out a laugh, shaking his head before letting the subject drop.

"Anyway, nobody in their right mind expects you to not react when people are out to get you. You just have to be careful not to lose your temper so you can stay in control of the situation."

"Since when are you a therapist?" You teased to diffuse the tension you'd unwittingly created, turning to give him a small smile. It was surprising to find him already watching you with unabashed interest, and you grew warmer.

"Since they had us all sitting in group sessions to help us control our impulses." He drawled, and you couldn't help but snicker at the image that conjured up for you. The Haitani brothers sitting around talking to people about their feelings? You'd have paid obscene amounts of money to be a fly on the wall in that room.

"I bet that was a blast."

"Don't be a little shit."

"But you like me better when I am. Talk about mixed messages, Rin." Rindou groaned when you bumped your shoulder to his before standing and offering him a hand. It was more for show than anything, but you got goosebumps when he took it.

"You wanna explain why you bailed on my brother today?"

"Sure don't!" You chirped cheerfully, linking arms with the man and tugging him along. The two of you were waltzing down the steadily dimming streets like it was the most normal thing in the world and it was making your insides buzz.

"Fine. Will you? It's bothering him, so he's bothering me. It took forever to find you so I could get him off my back by telling him that you were okay, but he won't be satisfied til he knows what happened."

"She touched him." The words were forced out before you could change your mind; you scanned the streets pointedly when Rindou tugged the two of you to a halt.

You didn't look at him, anxiously tapping your fingers on his arm as he processed what you'd said. Cars went by. The crosswalk light changed to red. Hey, a cat!

"Wait. Hold on. Did you just tell me you wanted to kill a girl for touching Ran?" He was perfectly neutral, giving no indication of his feelings about your confession.

"But she's a nobody, just some girl he fu--"

"Do not finish that goddamn sentence." The rage was licking at your chest again, nails digging into his arm as you managed to hiss out the warning like some kind of angry cat instead of a person.

He'd touched her.

He'd fucked her.

"You're jealous?" Rindou finally cracked, howling in laughter as you turned a glare his direction. The noise interupted your descent into another destructive spiral for a moment, but it stung your pride too.

"Oh my God, he's going to lose his mind, bunny, that's-- that's fucking amazing." His laughter just twisted the knife that was your anxiety. What? Was it really that ridiculous?

"It's not-- I'd be the same way about you, you asshole!" The declaration just made him laugh more so you shoved away from him with a groan, planning on storming off.

You'd just go to the stupid meeting and then hide out somewhere for a while. Maybe they'd forget you were a complete fucking idiot in a few months and you could try this again. Or maybe they'd never let you live it down and you'd spend the rest of your life running from them.

Rindou caught your wrist and hauled you backwards roughly. You stumbled over your feet and fell into him, where he promptly wrapped his arms around you to lock you against him.

"Nuh-uh, baby," The new pet name short-circuited your brain long enough he could grip your chin and force you to meet his eyes. "We're talking about this whether you like it or not."

"I was talking. You were laughing." The argument was ignored as he interlocked arms with you again and dragged you across the street.

Why had you even said anything?

It was one thing to pine in silence but now the secret was out. Rindou would tell Ran and they'd know. They'd know you were a freak who couldn't handle her own shit; they'd leave you again.

You couldn't bear the thought. No. No, they'd never leave you again. You'd make sure of it, somehow. They couldn't.

"Okay, explain this to me." He rubbed your arm soothingly when you let out a wounded noise.

You didn't want to. If anything, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. What had possessed you into thinking that telling him was a good idea? Fixing your gaze on the sidewalk, you flexed your jaw.

"I can't." You mumbled, and he clicked his tongue.

"Alright. Let me explain something to you, then, since there seems to have been a miscommunication somewhere." Rindou was grinning when you glanced at him from under your lashes. He adjusted his glasses with one hand after it was clear you weren't planning on making another escape.

"You're ours, Y/N. Ran doesn't give a damn about that girl; he'd kill her himself if he thought it would make you happy." That shouldn't have been soothing. You knew it, but your entire body melted with relief at the reassurance anyway.

"We're not going to bail on you over a girl. I'm sure Ran already gave you the leave Toman pitch today; it's because we don't want to share you with anyone else." The two of you stopped outside your house and you frowned thoughtfully to yourself.

"I don't want to share you two either." It was a whisper, anxious as you eyed your shoes. Rindou tapped your chin and you looked up at him, biting your lower lip when he cocked his head to one side.

"Neither of us?" Slowly, you shook your head and he searched your face for a long moment before nodding at something he saw there.

"Fair enough. Be safe tonight, bunny."

* * *

"Were you jealous?" The question was punctuated with a thrust of long, slender fingers curling into you. It was so different from when you'd done it yourself; felt so much better.

"Pretty girl," He hummed in your ear. "Answer me, or I'll stop." Rindou snickered behind you, pinning your legs open for his brothers torture even as you tried to squirm free.

"Yes! Yes, I was jealous." You somehow managed to rasp when he bumped his palm to your clit, making you see stars.

Your orgasm was right there, why couldn't you cum? You nuzzled your face to the older Haitanis neck with a whine, murmuring soft pleas that had him chuckling as he pressed kisses to your jaw.

"Good girl." Ran crooned before he leaned back to smirk at you. A sob built in your throat when he pulled away from where you needed him most.

"No, Ran," You whined, tears of frustration flowing over. "You said you wouldn't stop!"

"Did I?" He slipped his fingers into his mouth and you thrashed, only barely managing to swallow down a screech of frustration.

"That's not what I heard." Rindou murmured, running his hands up your sides slowly and-- wait, weren't you wearing a shirt a minute ago? You couldn't recall.

But then Ran leaned down to brush a kiss against your stomach, and then another, and then--

"Y/N! Guests!" You jolted awake, immediately pressing your thighs together with a whimper. Fuck.

Panting up at the ceiling you pressed your palms to your eyes and tried to douse the fire between your legs. You hadn't gotten off in weeks. Nay, months, now. It was about a month passed the new year, and you'd effectively been cockblocked by your own psyche.

Well, no, at first you'd been cockblocked by Toman drama, and then your own psyche.

It was too embarrassing to masturbate to the only two men who could get your engine running, so you were stuck in this weird limbo. After Kisaki got thrown out for being a piece of shit everything was weird, including the Haitani brothers, and none of you had ever addressed your discussion with Rindou that fateful evening.

"You're still sleeping?" Ran teased and you sat up, running your fingers through your hair with a shrug.

"What... are you two wearing?" You asked instead of responding to the jibe. That was definitely a uniform. But whose? Quickly, you tried to recall if you had ever seen it before and came up blank.

The brothers shared a look and your eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"We came by to tell you that you should stay home today, since you insist on staying part of Toman." Rindou was the one who gave you the answers you were looking for, finally, and you scowled.

"Why?" Another look. You hated that they could communicate like that. It put you at a huge disadvantage.

"If you dont tell me I'm going to go looking for answers myself." Ran actually glared at the threat and they stepped fully into the room and shut the door.

"Tenjiku is going to go hunting for Toman members. Their leader is declaring war, and we don't want you in the middle of it." The pieces clicked together for you and you were torn between feeling all fuzzy that they'd come to warn you even though you could sound the alarm, and pissed off they hadn't joined your gang if that was their intention.

"You... joined Tenjiku?" That was probably the most surprising part. The one that made the least sense. Toman was always in the shit, but the Haitani brothers were notorious for having no interest in joining up with anyone. They relied on each other and that had always been enough.

So what the fuck kinda monster was Tenjiku run by?

"Yes." Rindou gave you a pointed look and you hummed softly in acknowledgement.

"Thanks for the heads up."

* * *

It was a complete coincidence that you bumped into Mitsuya. Completely.

You definitely had not sought him out -- sans your disguise because, duh, as long as you weren't wearing it most people didn't know you were Toman -- but upon finding him in the shit with some assholes in now familiar uniforms, you couldn't just leave him. That didn't mean you were happy about it.

"Seriously? Go home, little girl, we're busy." It was a dangerous game. If these dicks were another Moebius you could really end up in a bad way.

"Why? You've got no issue teaming up on one guy, what's adding a girl to the mix?" The derision in your voice was mostly forced. In reality, you didn't give a damn about whether or not a fight was fair, but if you were going to be playing an indignant civilian...

"Excuse me?" The growl had you bracing, flexing your hands anxiously in your hoodie pockets as he yanked you up by the collar.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Mitsuyas shout drew the brutes attention and you used the opportunity to swing your leg up in a sloppy attempt to kick him in his junk. He shoved you at the division captain, nearly sending you both toppling as he kept you from busting your ass on concrete.

"Yo, Mochi!" You actually flinched at the sound of Rindous voice, shuffling away from your fellow Toman member guiltily.

You spotted him waltzing up behind the pair of you then promptly scanned for Ran. No way they were apart during all this; you took another few steps back from Mitsuya, already steeling yourself for whatever it was they were planning on doing. You'd go against a lot of people for Toman. Police. Gangs.

But not the Haitani brothers.

"Sorry, captain." You muttered, catching the boys attention seconds before Ran brought the brick down on the back of his head. The sound made you cringe, guilt bubbling in your gut as you sighed noisily.

"Got you!" Ran spoke cheerfully as Mitsuya dropped, making a soft apology for being a sneaky bastard before his attention shifted to you.

"I thought we told you to stay home." He complained good-naturedly, seemingly ignoring his irate companion in favor of chastising you. Your attention was still fixated on the second division captain, though; you chewed on your finger anxiously, momentarily forgetting about the weapon wrapped around your hand.

"I'm not leaving him like this. You guys should go before the ambulance gets here." You informed your friend after heavy contemplation, already pulling out your phone. He hummed in acknowledgement, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head that made you freeze once more.

"You're in so much trouble later, little lamb." Ran purred, just soft enough you were the only one who heard before wandering over the other Tenjiku members with a wave. Rindou gave you an unreadable look as the group retreated.

"You with me, Mistuya?" You kneeled beside him, noting his eyes were open, if a little hazy. His groan made you breathe a sigh of relief, rattling off your location to a very brusque operator and falling back to get comfortable beside him.

"I really am sorry. Try to stay awake 'til they get here."

"Who--?" He blinked a few times, apparently trying to focus on you.

"Scratch. Division three. Pah-Chin brought me in a few years ago." He grunted.

"I'll be leaving Toman, now, though. Being put in situations like this sucks, and my loyaltys always been with those two." The sound of sirens made you smile in relief.

"I'll tell your vice captain what happened." You reassured, patting his shoulder before tucking your hands once more and heading back the way you'd come.

They were right.

You should have stayed home.

《 Part 1 《

》 Part 3 》

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lfc21 · 2 years

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The start of us

Pre season. Probably the most boring yet quite exciting period of time there was during the football periods. It was long, hot, boring, exciting, confusing and most of all interesting when you where a part of the couching staff at Liverpool, you were a physiotherapist and klopp insisted you went everywhere with them as he always said 'your the best in the business'. Pre season was being held in Salzburg Austria this year, a place you had never been too. You had flown with klopp and the staff whilst all the players flew on their own or together depending on where their national team was based. Since you all broke up before the euros, thiago had been none stop texting you about this new signing, kostas tsimikas. He sent it as a sort of joke at first as he had never known you to go on a date, but now he could swear that you and him will end up married and you had no idea why.

"Oh hello y/n" klopp sang through the doors of the hotel we were all staying in with all his suitcases.

"Hello klopp" you said with a giggle whilst walking up to hug him, you had been in salzburg since last night but klopp spent the night in another hotel with his family, now only arriving in all our shared hotel.

"You heard about kostas im guessing" klopp announced to you as you where walking off from him to carry on getting things ready for the lads arrival which consisted of hotel room keys and refreshments.

"Erm what? Oh yeah! Greek lad, yeah I know" you nervously said turning around not really knowing whilst you became so anxious at the thought of meeting kostas whitin the hour.

"Y/n what's up your not nervo-" klopp said being cut short.

"Oh well is it my favourite person ever!" Virgil shouted from the door dragging in his suitcases as klopp started to laugh at him.

"How you doing mate? You good" virgil replied to klopp giving him that sort of lad hug which you knew would always confuse you.

"Virgil you're in room 203, 2nd floor 3rd room down from the lifts" you said with a smile as he was clearly very happy to see you. You and virgil had always been close he was probably more of big brother to you whereas James milner and klopp where more like dad's to you.

"Thank you darling" he said with a giggle to you whilst dropping his suitcases with the bell boy and walking up to his room.

After a few more people came in you started to get nervous, you where constantly playing with the sleeves of your red training top or the bottom of your shorts. A car had pulled up and you knew Salah was about to come in but you didn't know who else had traveled with him.

"Hey guys" mo cheered from the door walking in with a million suitcases.

"You do know we're going for 10 days" you said to him with a laugh, typical Salah. Behind him you saw a very tall and beautiful Greek man, you knew it was him, how could you have not known.

"Oh hi, erm im y/n nice to meet you"you said sweetly to kostas offering your hand for him to shake.

"Hello I'm kostas, don't be silly I'm more of a hugger anyway" he said with a smile as his greek accent just fell out of his mouth. He wrapped his arms around you and his warm embrace fell on you. It was magical, he smelt like heaven, he had the most amazing arms you had even seen, his hair was to die for. What a signing this was, you thought.

"Awww, how was your flight?" You said to him softly whilst giving mo his room key as he gave you a look knowing you fancied him.

"Oh yeah it was good, kind of long but yeah good" he replied to you with the most perfect smile, his English was amazing possibly better that your own and you're born and bred English.

"Awww good im glad, well your room is 341" you said reading off the card as he stood infront of you as your eyes fell open wider than usual.

"Ok thank you, what's up?" He questioned giggling as he realised how confused and freaked out you had gotten.

"Oh nothing, nothing just im next door that's all" you said trying to play it cool as you knew you could of blown your cover.

"Oh well maybe we will be seeing more of each other" he shouted walking off to the lifts with a huge smile on his face, he was cheeky, you liked it, it was something quite sexy.

After all the boys had arrived and had a meeting, klopp suggested everyone went on a casual walk after tea, something which sounded very inviting. You had been pacing up and down your room not knowing what to wear, you had no idea why it was this hard when you only needed something causal and that was it. You decided on a pare of cycling shorts a large oversized lfc Nike hoodie and some white Nike Jordans. You quickly re applied a slight touch of makeup which consisted of mascara and abit of eyebrow gel, so it was hardly a masterpiece.

After getting ready you opened the hotel door after hearing what sounded like, Sadio and Naby racing down the halls like school kids probably wanting to get to the lobby first to wait for everyone. You opened the heavy door noticing that someone else had aswell.

"Oh hi" you giggled noticing kostas locking his hotel door carefully as he looked up to see you.

"Wooow, erm no hiya" he said correcting himself as he quite literally avoided anything remotely smooth in that sentence. Your cheeks blushed slightly at his little mistake, which you hope he hadn't noticed on you.

"So what's your actual job here then, because well you know what mine in" kostas asked curiously as you both walked towards the lifts.

"I'm a physiotherapist, aswell as coaching staff, klopp wants me to do everything cause apparently I'm the best in the business" you said laughing remembering when klopp joked about it.

"Oh wooow that's quite cool, you grew up in Liverpool then?" He asked curiously, his greek accent becoming more prominent for some reason making butterflies go round in you stomach.

"Yeah, I obviously still live there now" you said looking down at the floor with a smile for some reason this boy knew how to put a smile on your face. He weren't like every other boy he was something else you didn't know if this was because he was just trying to win you over but whatever it was it was working.

"Are we all ready" klopp shouted from the front door in the lobby waving everyone out.

"Oi missy what's going on with you and lover boy over there" James milner said running up behind you, to speak to you.

"Oh nothing why?" You said acting all confused so you could avoid any confrontation.

"Just so I know when to give my, 'hurt her and I will hurt your face' sort of speech!" He said quite loudly making thiago and alex laugh abit to much. You looked at him laughing as you were not expecting him to come out with something like that.

"You do know you're not actually my dad?" You questioned, laughing making him laugh as he knew full well he wasn't but you where someone he wanted to protect, he helped you get the job you have now as he saw the potential you had. The day you met him was the best, you immediately bonded over liverpool in the middle of a train station as he recognised you from being a student trainer at the AXA training centre.

"I know love" he said with a laugh giving you a side hug as you walked down the hard pavement to get to the nice walkway.

You had all been walking for around 10 mins until klopp came to a sudden stop at the front causing you all to stop.

"Right guys we're going to be going on a midnight bike ride I hope you all know how to cycle if not then I am truly sorry" klopp laughed finding his own bike whilst everyone charged for their own. You waited at the back with James in order for the rush to die down, you weren't one for getting your hand broken off or someone standing on your toe.

"Y/n, James, yours are over here" thiago shouted rushing you both over as he tried to balance all the bikes.

"Here y/n" kostas softly spoke giving you the bike delicately as his hand fell on top of yours sending shivers up your arm. You looked up at kostas who was looking at you a warm pigment falling on his cheeks. You didnt realise you where going to accidently touch his hand, that means real contact, real life touching, ok yeah it wasn't that big of a deal but it was kostas.

"Sorry" he giggled with the softest smile looking at how your eyes went soft looking up at his angelic face.

"Its ok" you replied with a face that said 'kiss me under the stars and forget about everything else'.

"Oi love birds come on" trent shouted waving you both over as he tried not to nock into robbo on his travels on their bikes.

After you had the most eventful and thrilling bike ride it had taken you to 2am which caused many of you to be tired, grouchy and more or less moody. You hadn't been fully there all night all you could think about was him, you liked him, you loved him (not really but still)

"I will see you tomorrow then yeah" kostas said looking down at you infront of your hotel room as the tiredness was creeping up onto your big blue eyes.

"Yeah of course" you smiled up to him, your smiles matched up with each others it was perfect. You looked into each others eyes and the world stopped, no one mattered, no one lived, no one knew you where going to kiss. His lips came crashing down onto yours as his large hand trailed up onto your neck tangling his long fingers into your hair. It was perfect. It was everything!

#kostas tsimikas #konstantinos tsimikas #konstantinos tsimikas imagines #kostas tsimikas imagines #kostas tsimikas x reader

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 3 years

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Inked

Still on hiatus. But I found an old piece of writing and I revamped it just a smidge! It was originally published in 2018 on calumh-excess. Which is now deactivated. Hooray for finding pieces!

Calum's been watching Jay for a while. She's cute, talented, but a bit of mystery. Should he really give into her? What will it take for him to admit he has a crush?

Enjoy my masterlist (on hiatus)

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He watched her sometimes for far too long. The way her tongue stuck out as she pulled the skin and her hand worked steadily with the needle made it hard for him to resist. Her face always seemed to catch the harsh fluorescent lights and reflect it back so that it twinkled against her skin. A slight sheen, but nothing just of ethereal. He wasn’t even interested in any new ink, not seriously anyway. He had slowed on the ink train, but the shop his tattoo artist owned was a nice place to hang out sometimes. When he wanted to get out of his house but didn’t want to actually go somewhere, he could hang out here, listening to the buzz of the tattoo gun, poke his hand at trying a design here or there. They weren't great. He hadn't considered him this kind of artist, but the shop felt like a second home.

Besides, having her around was a more than welcomed bonus.

He wasn’t even sure what it was about her. She showed up about a year and a half ago, under an apprenticeship. Calum’s artist was unsure of her, much like everyone else that asked to work under him. A hazard of the job, according to the job, according to Calum's artist. However, her drawings spoke volumes; the colors and line work were impeccable. She had talent and knew it without being cocky about it. Well, sometimes she wasn’t. Calum watched her run into the occasional asshole that tried to belittle her; she always put her foot down in those situations. He didn’t fault her.

Today’s no different. When Calum walks in, he greets the guy at the front desk, eyes searching for her. He spots her in the back with her oversized frames creating a small glare over her brown eyes. He never quite got the appeal of the grandma-shaped glasses trend, but on her, they worked. She looked wise but soft. The glass pulled him in, felt like she was seeing into his soul. Maybe she was; maybe the pain made people more vulnerable than they anticipated--entrusting someone, a stranger in some ways, to permanently mark you and not fuck it up. Whatever the reason, looking at her felt timeless. Like she had seen it all, and you are just waiting for you to spill all the secrets.

“You finally going to get some new ink?” Calum’s artist teases.

Calum shakes his head, turning his attention away from her. “You finally took her training wheels off?”

“Your girlfriend’s got mad skills. I couldn’t baby her forever. Jay works hard on each piece, learned fast. Got a steady ass hand and pretty gentle for handling a needle.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, because you haven’t hardly even talked to her. Go for it, you wuss. What’s the worst she says? No?”

Calum exhales a chuckle. "I mean, the worst she stabs me with the tattoo gun. But considering the ink I'm already sporting, I doubt that's really all that bad.”

“Jay would not do that unless you asked for it, ff course. But really, go on, ask her out.”

Calum glances back at Jay. It’s a nickname. No one in the shop calls her by her full name. The only reason Calum heard it was when a client came asking for her. Jay was quick to correct them.

She wipes, clearing excess ink, before dipping back into the small cup. Jay smiles up at her client. Calum's sure they appreciate the reprise. Getting tattoos weren't always fun, but bearable enough to forget about it and get more.

Calum turns his gaze away. “I recommended you to a friend,” he says, hoping that he’ll escape the teasing. It’s not likely to happen. But at least he tries to minimize the ridicule.

"I appreciate it. Are they a first-timer?"

"A second-timer, but they're visiting town and want some new ink. I figured best not to fuck them over."

The two men laugh before Calum's escorted back to look through some new designs. Just in case something sparks his interest. Calum's visit is supposed to be short, but there's not much else on his to-do list for the day. He could kill a few hours here.

When Calum comes out from the back, after spending too much time pretending art was ever a talent of his, he looks for Jay again. She’s not in her corner, nor is she at the front. Calum shrugs, figuring she might have gone for lunch, or home depending.

As Calum walks to his car, he checks his phone. Nothing major's happened.

“Leaving so soon?” A voice states. Calum knows that voice, a little gravelly, mostly sweet. He’s dreamt of it every so often. He prays to hear it when he visits the shop.

He turns to Jay, who leans against the bricks. A vape is wrapped in her fingers. “Gotta get some dinner, maybe make a run to the grocery store," Calum returns. "I've gotten lazy."

She nods. “This reminds me that I can't survive off BLTs forever," she laughs.

"You could try, but I think you'd need other vegetables and some fruit in that mix too."

She pushes up on her glass with a nod. "Ah, yes, gotta get the whole food pyramid." It goes silent between them and Calum gives another nod, raising a few fingers to signal his departure while still keeping his phone in a secure enough grip.

"Hey, wait!" Jay calls out again, taking a half step forward. Calum turns to her. "Can I give you something before you leave?”

Calum nods, not trusting his voice. What would she give him? She nods back to the front door, taking back that initial half-step. “It's inside. Give me like two minutes.”

She disappears inside and Calum stands, his phone still in his hands, staring at the spot she once stood. Just as quickly as she disappeared, Jay reappears. In hand is her portfolio. She flips through before stopping and slides the heavy-duty drawing paper out.

Calum stares down at the green and black drawing. It’s his face, for the most part, that stares back at him. It’s distorted by a crystal ball that glows green. Inside are some instruments and something else, but right now he can’t really put it all together. His eyes keep moving over the lightning bolt, the crystal ball, the uncanniness of his face on a piece of paper, his three-dimensional face somehow translated perfectly into a 2-D space.

“Holy shit, this is amazing,” he breathes. “Thank you,” he says looking back up to her.

She shrugs with a smile. “You’re welcome.”

“Seriously, this is so fucking awesome. I’m going to frame it,” he gushes. He’s too excited to be nervous, or be embarrassed. "What are the dimensions?"

“I'm just really glad you don’t find it too creepy. I was watching you a couple weeks ago when you stopped by. It just sort hit me, the image of the crystal ball and lightning bolt; I had to draw it,” Jay elaborates. "And it's 8.5 by 11--standard printer paper size."

Calum shakes his head, staring over the drawing again. It feels so delicate suddenly in his hands. It’s almost like Jay recognizes the change in his handling. She shuffles her load in her hands and pulls out an empty plastic over. “Here,” she laughs handing it over. “So it doesn’t smudge or anything if you're worried."

Calum slides it in. “Thank you. Again. Seriously.”

“You’re welcome, Calum. Good luck with your grocery store trip and dinner,” Jay nods and then heads back inside. Calum watches the way the denim stretches across her hips, the way her hair billows just a little in the breeze of her strut.

For a moment, Calum can't move. The weight of the paper in his hand is hardly ounces, but it holds him--traps him to the point of the sidewalk. Jay thought enough of him to draw him. What did it all mean? Should he have found the courage to ask her out? He could walk back inside. But what if she didn't like him like that? Would it be too weird?

Calum blinks up into the hardly settling sun and thinks to himself, the second he can come back here, it better be with a bit more courage and possibly a gift certificate. No one can be made about free food, right?

It’s months before Calum can visit the shop again. The tour is a whirlwind and he only gets a few days off between legs. Not long enough to get back home or feel like he had any energy to drive out to the shop. But now that he's settled back in at home, he knows exactly where he's going.

It’s not his typical practice to just walk in and ask for a tattoo. But given the ink already on him, worse things could happen. When he pulls open the door, he notices it's kind of slow. Jay greets him at the front desk. “Hey, stranger,” she grins.

“Hey, how are you?” he asks in return.

“Pretty good. How was it? The tour? See any cool places?”

He nods. “Yeah, got to explore a few cities.” He taps his fingers against the wooden desk. “Do you have an appointment anytime soon?”

Jay shakes her head. “My 2 o’clock had to reschedule. I’m here until 4 before I see anyone. Why? What's tickling your fancy?”

“I was wondering if you could do a tat for me? I know this is very last minute and if you need me to come in another day this week, I totally can.” His words run into each other; his palms start to sweat. He wipes them on his jeans.

Jay laughs, holding up a hand. “Whoa, pump the brakes. One, what are you looking for?”

“You know that drawing you did for me?” She nods. “I was kind of hoping you could create something with just the crystal ball and lightning bolt. I know the drawing itself is kind of big.”

A grin lifts her cheeks; Calum’s heart settles for a second. “I think I can do that. Where are you thinking to put it?”

“Inner bicep.” He watches her gaze land on his arm. The t-shirt is baggy, he at least thought about that with enough advance.

“Give me 30 minutes to come up with some sketches.” Jay pushes away from the front desk and heads to the back, but not for calling to the shop to watch the front desk.

Calum slides into the seat at the front, leg bouncing as he settles down. This isn’t even his first tattoo, but the nerves flood his body. His scalp tingles. The thirty minutes move by too fast, but also too slow simultaneously. The seconds feel like hours but move by milliseconds.

Eventually, Jay resurfaces, waving him over to her. He walks back and looks at the sketches she places out in front of him. There are two different ones. One’s a bit more minimalistic, which is her style, with the lightning bolt in the background and a simple crystal ball at the point. The other is a bit bolder, the ball has a slightly warped edge where it connects to the bolt. It looks like the bolt is melting the glass ball.

“I can whip up more if neither one of them are quite right. But I wasn’t sure if it wanted something a bit more crisp and sharp or not,” Jay explains.

Calum admits that most of his tattoos are more cleaned up and sharp. He likes the idea of playing with a new style. “I like the second one,” he says, tapping it.

“You sure?” He nods, he’s never been more sure of something in his life. “Which bicep? Let me line it up and make sure it’ll fit.”

Calum lifts his left arm up for her. Laying the stencil over his skin, Jay notes she has to make a couple small tweaks. But after that, she’ll be ready. They discuss full color, or just outline, or shading, price, and a few other details before Jay concludes with, “Hop in my seat. I’ll be there soon.”

Calum nods and walks over to her station. Her stuff is already laid out, probably for her canceled 2 o’clock. It’s about five more minutes before Jay returns with the final stencil. Calum rolls up the sleeve of his shirt before she places the stencil. Happy with the placement, he stretches out on the table.

Jay gets herself ready before she brings the needle over his skin. The first puncture always makes him jolt a little, the first jab of pain causes his heart to race. “Do you plan on relaxing now that you're back home?"

"Yeah, for a little bit. I might go see my family, but I know we'll be back in the studio soon. Anything exciting happen while I was gone?"

"I mean exciting things happen every day at this place. But it's not like I could recall them all now."

Calum hums, acknowledging her statement, but not quite sure what to say next. Luckily, Jay's faster to fill in the silence. "You do realize you didn’t have to get a tattoo to have a real conversation with me?” Jay teases, pushing up her glasses.

Calum’s cheeks heat. “It’s not like that,” he chuckles.

“Well, that’s how it seems.”

“You were always busy when I stopped by. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Not always,” she laughs. “But it’s alright. You’re going to have plenty of time while I’m stabbing you to say all those things you didn’t.”

A chuckle escapes him; of course, Jay would have this sense of humor. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m paying so much for people just to stab me and act as a therapy. Maybe I am a masochist.”

“So are a lot of people. Sometimes you just take the emotional pain out in the physical realm.”

“I always imagined people that worked in a tattoo shop to be more heavily tatted,” Calum hums, taking in scattered ink across her arms and one pokes out from the V in her t-shirt.

“I focused it more on my back and legs and not so much my arms. I’m getting there. So, why this one today?”

Calum goes to shrug, but stops himself as he hears the gun nearing his skin again. “Not really sure. It looked cool. I guess it also serves to remind me that fate isn’t linear. There’s going to be twists and turns, maybe some trouble. And that’s okay. Don’t be afraid of the journey. Also, it's really fucking cool art.”

Jay hums her laugh, “Why thank you. Wise brain you got there. Besides, it seems like you also have people you keep close to you.” She eyes the initials and the name under the bird. “Whoever they are to you, I hope you all stay close.”

“Those are my parents' initials,” he explains. “And my sister’s name. They’ve been with me through it all--I love them dearly.”

“So sweet. I wish my parents and I were closer. I tattooed my brother’s jersey number on me. It was my first tattoo.”

“What did he play?”

“Soccer, or for your kind, football.”

“Hey now, it’s played with the feet, it makes much more sense.”

Jay laughs, wiping off excess ink. She cocks her head to the side a little, then goes back in for the black ink. “I’m only teasing. Us Americans are so dumb sometimes. Like why is our football not called something else? Literally, the only thing that happens with the feet is the running. We carry the fucking ball.”

“I’ve wondered that as well!” he laughs. "Does your brother still play?"

“Yeah, the whole knucklehead still plays for his college.”

“What position?”

Jay laughs. “I'll have you know my job as the older sister is to show up and cheer him on. Something defensive? I don’t remember off the top my head.”

“I’ll give you credit for that. I’m sure he appreciates it.”

“He does until he sees with me in face paint on and then he’s acting like he doesn’t know me. Oh, oh wait, I think remember what he does. It’s defensive,” she pauses, lips pursed together, “something fielder.”

“Defensive midfielder?” he asks.

“Yeah, that. But like I said, I show up when I can and scream. That’s it. When he’s old enough, I’ll buy him a beer after his games too.”

“How old is he?”

“Nineteen, we’re three years apart.”

“The only sibling you have?”

“Nah, got a baby sister too. She’s fifteen. If you’re impressed by my eyeshadow thank her. Because she’s the one that taught me how to do it.”

Calum finds himself staring at the red and gold coloring her eyelids. “It looks really nice,” he breathes.

“Why thank you.” She pauses to bats her eyelashes. “I even managed to get those godforsaken falsies on right too. They look good, but the raise hell.”

“I think you’re the first woman I’ve met in LA that’s not obsessed with makeup,” he notes.

“Oh, you were doing so well. There are a lot of people of who aren’t huge in the makeup scene.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he tries to backtrack. “I’m sorry. In my experience, it’s not like that. They’re hiding the fact they aren’t wearing makeup--embarrassed by it or something.”

Jay nods, pushing up her glasses yet again. “Yeah, it’s not easy. We’re told to be perfect, but in reality, we’re just like everyone. We’re human, imperfect and flaw-full and beautiful.”

“Not in spite of, but because of.”

“Exactly,” she chuckles. Silences settles in around them. Calum wonders why she said she was closer to her family, but the way she talks about her siblings doesn’t match. She’s cheering her brother on at his game; she’s sitting down to learn makeup with and from her sister.

“Can I ask a bit of a personal question?” he asks.

“What kind of personal? Do I get a lifeline?”

Cal exhales a laugh. “You can always say no.”

“Hit me with it.”

“Why say that you’re family isn’t close but you clearly take a lot of pride in your siblings?”

“An observant one on my table, I see. It’s my parents. They don’t like that I’m pansexual, say I’m going to hell. My siblings don’t fucking care. I’m still the crazy-ass sister that loves and supports them.”

With a hum of acknowledgment from Calum, it goes quiet again around them for a moment. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. He knows it doesn’t really fix anything for her; it doesn’t take away the potential years of her suffering. It’s the only thing he can offer her though. It feels right to say.

“Oh, no need for you to be sorry. It’s not like you threw me out of the house.”

“Ouch. You’re making it though right?”

“Yeah, now that I work here, things are on the up and up.”

“That’s good; I’m glad.”

“Thanks.”

“Favorite tattoo you’ve done?” he asks, wanting to hear her voice again.

“This one,” she laughs. “Though I had someone ask for a pin-up witch, which was also pretty fucking cool to do.”

Calum remembers seeing that on her Instagram. “That one was amazing! Her lips looked so good; I know that’s a strange thing to admit.”

“Don’t worry. I am quite proud of that myself.”

“Do you have a favorite tattoo on you?”

“The blue jay on my shoulder. My parents would take me on walks when I was still an infant. According to the legend, while they were sitting on a park bench a blue jay landed on me. I didn’t cry; it didn’t hurt me. It just landed for a second and then flew off. They called me Blue Jay ever since. I just shortened the nickname as I got older.” She gives one more wipe. “Finished. Check it out.”

Calum sits up, walking over to the mirror. He grins seeing the melting ball sitting against his skin. He grins over to Jay. “It looks amazing. Thank you.”

“No problem.” They head back over to her station. Jay cleans it and wraps the fresh ink. Calum carefully gets his sleeve back down with a little help from Jay. He pays their agreed price with his card, but slides two fifties over to her. “You do know that’s more than double a twenty percent tip right?”

Calum shrugs. “Is it? I’m bad at math,” he grins. “Treat your sister to a new palette or something. Treat yourself to something.”

“Thank you. Now next time, you come by, I hope we don’t talk while I’m stabbing you repeatedly.”

Calum shakes his head, a grin still on his face. Of course. He had forgotten to get the gift certificate. But possibly asking Jay to dinner wouldn't be such a bad idea. “Give me your number and I can promise the next time we talk, it won’t in your chair.”

She holds out her hand, waiting. He hands her his phone, after unlocking it. She puts her number in. She goes to hand the phone back but just before his fingers touch it, she draws it back. "I mean it--actually text me. I adore memes, dogs, TikToks, your favorite songs."

"I'll actually talk to you. I promise."

Jay hands over his phone with a smile. Calum steps outside the glass doors. Why should he wait? He could do it now. For fuck sake, the last hour had been the groundwork for a clear sign a date was absolutely an option. His fingers hovering over her name. He taps it, and then presses for a call. Holding the phone to his ear, he listens to it ring for a second.

“I can still see you, you know?” Jay laughs.

Calum turns around, catching her leaning against the front desk. “I told you the next time we talked you wouldn’t be inking me.”

“What can I help you with, Calum?”

“Dinner, tonight-- I may have ordered too many appetizers for just little old me."

Her laugh trickles in over the speaker. She drops her head, giving it a shake before looking back up to him in the afternoon sun. “I think I can help you with that. Give me the time and place."

Calum rattles off the name of a restaurant that he had been wanting to try. Nothing too upscale, but not something that would be too casual. "How does 8 sound?"

"I love it there. I'll see you at 8."

“Bye, Jay.”

“Bye, Calum.” As he walks to his car, his phone buzzes yet again. This time a text from his artist, I’m being fucking replaced, I see. I can’t be too mad since it’s Jay. Calum laughs as he slides into his car. Maybe he is getting replaced; maybe he’s not. Calum’s not sure. He is sure that he needs to figure out if he can make reservations and what to wear for tonight.

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whosaskingwrites · 3 years

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Fickle Love (Akaashi x Reader x Bokuto)

A/N: So this was supposed to be for Akaashi's birthday...whoops. But its here now lmao ngl I just kinda wrote with no idea in mind and this is what ended happening so yeah. Hope you enjoy and happy late birthday to Akaashi 💞

Details: 7.8 pages 2,758 words

Date: December 8th, 2020

Warnings: Mentions of poly relationships I guess, angst if you squint, Gn! Reader not really a warning but I didn't know where else to put it

Theme: Akaashi wasn't the best when it came to love. Having a habit of ignoring you and burying himself in work. Leading you to turn to Bokuto which leads to some revelations and a question for Akaashi.

Love was a fickle thing Akaashi knew. People fell in and out of love all the time so he never trusted love. He didn't want love he wanted to avoid it. Avoid the heartbreak he was positive would follow. But instead he met you a bright-eyed student in his class. It took almost nothing for you to mesh yourself into his life completely and making yourself comfortable like you belonged there.

It took even less time for you to weasel your way into his heart and make yourself comfortable. Only a year after you'd met and he asked you out deciding that love may not have been as fickle as he thought.

Four years later and he knew he had been wrong love was indeed fickle and his proof was in the sight across the street from him. There you stood hands clasped around Bokuto's as he kissed your cheek. He waved before running off and Akaashi rushed home preparing for the worst.

A few hours later you slipped through the door "Keiji? I'm home!" You called hearing the soft pads of feet come up to you. Love was fickle he knew you were going to lie when he asked his next question "Hey Y/n. What did you do today?" You suprised him though. Only after you'd gotten over the shock of being called Y/n and not darling.

"I went to lunch with Bokuto today," You said happily slipping off your coat and hanging it up. He certainly didn't expect you to be honest about what you did today. He loosened up a tad bit in response "Oh? Why?" You laughed at his question "Bo needs contact with us you know that. But you haven't been answering his calls so we went shopping and I filled him in on how you were. Afterwards I treated him to lunch as a thank you," You smiled up at him eyes bright with nothing hidden.

"Yeah? Did you guys hold hands so he wouldn't lose you?" He joked and you shook your head "He grabbed my hands at the end of lunch because I promised him I'd bring you next time," you had laughed remembering the incident. Relief flooded him then no of course you weren't cheating on him that'd be insane. You were as loyal as Bokuto was plus he couldn't keep a secret to save his life and neither could you. He relaxed as he realized how wrong he was to assume something.

"Im sorry," He said suddenly while you tilted your head in confusion. "What for?" You had asked before Akaashi leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I forgot to give you your welcome home kiss," He rolled off casually hiding the fear he'd felt earlier. This fear had only continued to grow as the days went on but it was his fault anyway.

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"Keiji are you free today?" "No I'm busy," "Oh...Okay,"

"Keiji we haven't gone on a date in weeks!" "Im not stopping you from going out somewhere," "I want to go out with you though,"

"Keiji-" "Im busy Y/n,"

Two weeks this cycle continued as you walked to Akaashi's at home office. Two taps against the door and you opened it "Kei-" His eyes snapped up frustration was on his face but he took a breath before it faded. "What?" You sighed turning to leave again "...Im going out to lunch with Kotaro again. He says hi by the way," You left the room quickly and Akaashi blinked 'Kotaro?' Surely you meant Bokuto but there was no way you two were on a first name basis it'd only been a few days since the last lunch.

His eyes landed on the calender and he froze what had only been a few days to him was actually two weeks but still too short for a first name basis. You'd only know Bokuto for a few months and he'd known the male for years and still never used his first name.

He sighed returning to his work. He'd question you when you got back from lunch he didn't have the time to right now. Nor did he know your location so going to find you was like a needle in a haystack. A very big bustling city of a haystack and the needle being you with a slightly bigger needle in the shape of a volleyball player next to you.

He continued work for a few hours before his office door was thrown open. He expected many things when he looked up but he didn't expect Bokuto. But what got him was the fact that Bokuto was furious it was a look he'd never seen before on him. The glare he had on his face was enough to make Akaashi freeze.

He knew Bokuto was typically happy like a dog but right now he felt fearful since now he staring down an angry German Shepard who was defending their owner. It was silent for a long moment before Bokuto spoke. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Akaashi felt his blood turn to ice at the tone Bokuto used.

"W-what?" He cursed silently at his own stutter Bokuto would latch onto the weakness he showed. "Whats today Akaashi?" Bokuto had asked in that same icy tone. It was so razor sharp and cold that Akaashi was convinced the room cooled and ten degrees.

"...Its December 1st Bokuto-san," He elected to answer the question instead of ask why Bokuto didn't call him Keiji. Based on the mood Bokuto was displaying he didn't expect to be called Keiji. However supplying the date only seemed to rile him up more as his glare sharpened.

Akaashi shivered involuntarily at it "Are you forgetting something?" He barked out and it was then that Akaashi realized Bokuto hadn't blinked yet. "No," he was confident in the answer. Your birthday wasn't until b/d and his was in four days. Bokutos had already passed but said male wouldn't have been mad at him. Sad maybe but not mad.

"Oh really? Then tell me why Y/n is at my place crying because you forgot that today is your anniversary," Bokuto had stepped towards him in anger and Akaashi took in involuntarily step back in fear. "They're at your place?" Akaashi asked and Bokutos jaw clenched.

"Yeah. And they are going to stay there until you sort yourself out," Bokuto growled turning and slamming the door closed with enough force to crack it. Akaashi stood frozen for a few extra moments trying to regain his composure after being afraid. He shook his head as he processed Bokuto's last sentence.

No you'd always come back to him, even if a fight had broken out between him and you, you would always come back. You had to come back he was your fiancé and the wedding was going to be in the upcoming w/f/s/s so he continued to work shaking off his encounter with Bokuto that had manage to worm a tiny bit of fear back into his heart.

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Akaashi didn't fully leave his office again until December 5th. He'd left it plenty of times before then but only for something quick eat or the bathroom or something to drink. In these moments he never bothered to look around the place but now on his birthday he did.

He expected to be greeted by your sparkling voice like you had done for the past four years but instead the house was silent. "Y/n?" He called out walking around the house was still perfectly clean. The last time he could recall hearing you was on the first with the vacuum running and the patter of your feet running around.

Since then he realizes the house had been silent except for his movements. As he walked into the dining room something glinted on the table in the early morning light. When he turned to look he froze there was your engagement ring. The thin band of silver sat there almost mockingly on a yellow sticky note.

He picked up the note and written on it were a few simple words. 'They aren't coming home - Bokuto' his brain filled in the missing words Bokuto had told him a few days ago "Not until I fix myself," he mumbled thumbing at the sticky in his hands. He knew what Bokuto meant he'd been borderline ignoring you for weeks to work.

Thoughts of your anniversary had left his mind but he didn't think it was that bad until right now. Forgetting had been the final nail in the coffin for you but he still had a chance. You weren't gone forever just temporarily misplaced. He rushed to shower and go buy flowers his brain running a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get you back and apologize.

He felt nervous and he was unsure of why until he remembered where you had taken up residence. Bokuto had never been scary to him, just a bright ball of happiness but the fear Bokuto had instilled in him a few days ago had lingered, and he was about to walk right into the lion's den.

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He couldn't see you as he approached the door. Maybe you were tucked away upstairs or in a place the windows didn't show but he'd seen Bokuto. The male was pacing clearly on edge and definitely dangerous but Akaashi would have to face him sooner or later so with a shaking hand he knocked.

Only half a second later the door swung open and Bokuto stood there mouth set in a hard line. Akaashi fought to supress the shiver that wanted to trail up his spine. "Is Y/n here?" He asked and once again cursed himself for sounding so meek. It was just Bokuto he wouldn't hurt him the man couldn't even hurt a fly! Although that sentiment didn't hold much when he felt like he was staring down the loaded barrel of a gun.

"Yes," Bokuto answered after a few beats of silence. His eyes raked over Akaashi's form judging him and seeing if he was ready to have Y/n back. "Can I see them? I'd like to talk," He was definitely playing with fire when Bokuto looked back up at his eyes. "About what?" He asked lowly Akaashi noted that Bokuto was staying quiet which meant you had to be downstairs. "I'd like to apologize for ignoring them and forgetting our anniversary," Bokuto nodded once before swinging the door closed.

He blinked in mild suprise "Bo-Bokuto-san?" He questioned wondering where he went wrong that warranted the door being closed. He was about to knock again when the door opened revealing you. Your h/c hair was slightly messy and e/c eyes half lidded in sleep.

What Akaashi didn't like was the MSBY jersey that swallowed you figure. The number 12 emblazoned on the front and long enough to cover your thighs. He couldn't tell if you were wearing pants but he hoped you did. You never walked around his house like this unless it was after a fun night but he couldn't assume things. Not now and he especially couldn't accuse you of cheating when Bokuto was on the staircase right behind you.

He could see that the golden eyed male was poised to attack when the conversation would start heading south. You tilted your head in confusion "Hello Akaashi," You had mumbled and he did flinch then. No pet names or his first name no, you had decided on formal. "Hi darling," He whispered the pet name but you merely shook your head.

"Why are you here?" The genuine confusion on your face made Akaashi feel a lot worse about everything. "Im here to apologize and seeing as its my birthday id like my present from you to be going on one date with me," He said slowly "Please," was tacked on as an afterthought. You turned your head eyes meeting Bokuto's and Akaashi hated the jealousy that crawled up his spine when his eyes softened.

"Um actually Akaashi I wanted to talk to you about something," Your hands had balled into fists tightly gripping the hem of the shirt you wore. A nervous habit you had whenever something scared you. He felt his heart drop in response to those words and you shook your head. "No no! It's nothing bad- well I guess that depends on how you feel about it," You were quick to try and sooth him and Akaashis heart swelled at the fact that right now even if you weren't getting along you still worried about him.

He didn't even realize you had led him inside until he was on the couch. His eyes trailed over you figure as you sat across from him. The shirt rode up enough exposing part of your thigh and Akaashi could see the hem of a pair of shorts. They followed their path until his eyes rested on the new gold band around your ring finger. It was decorated in a series of small gems that were the same blue as his eyes and he took a deep breath.

"What is it?" He lightly questioned when the silence began suffocating him. Bokuto was behind him somewhere he felt the stare being burned into his back. The second this conversation possibly turned south Bokuto was ready to jump in. "Well...I was wondering how you felt about the two of us becoming um...three of us?" You looked down afterwards hands nervously ringing together.

"...three of us?" He wanted more clarification were you implying a kid or something else? You hummed meeting his eyes before they flickered to the male that was behind him 'oh' it pieced itself together then. You were implying a poly relationship with him and Bokuto. He must have been quiet for too long since your hands began rubbing at your sides.

He scrambled for an answer he knew he was unbothered by it but this was...The two of you were only a few months away from getting married and you wanted to add Bokuto into the mix? Now of all times? He took a shuttering breath as he thought.

"Well...I guess I have to call the restaurant and tell them to change the reservation for three people then," he offered a small smile and your head whipped up. "Really?" You whispered and he could only supply a nod.

"Yeah now when I'm busy with work the both of you can harass me into taking a break," it was a poor attempt at a joke but you had laughed anyway. He heard a chuckle from behind him as well and he breathed out a sigh of relief. "Keiji are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything...," you trailed off and he smiled "im sure but are you sure about Bokuto? Hes a little chaotic," He asked "Hey!" Bokuto had an immediate reaction to the accusation.

You laughed reaching out and taking his hand "So is it a fancy dinner place?" You asked as Bokuto came over to take your free hand. He watched your thumb move back and forth across Bokutos hand a comforting gesture and he noticed the minute shake of Bokuto's hand. Unconsciously he reached out with his free hand and took Bokuto's which seemed to startle him slightly as wide gold eyes met his.

Akaashi gave a light squeeze and Bokuto settled with a sigh. "Its the restaurant I originally proposed at so yeah I'd go with fancy," he answered after a second. "You're making me get dressed up for your birthday dinner? Despicable really," you dramatically sighed and he found himself laughing. "Well I suppose we don't have to go since you've already given me the best present I could ask for today," He smiled tilting his head to the side and looking at Bokuto who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a look of concern on his face.

"You alright Bo?" He looked up at the unfamiliar nickname eyes meeting Akaashi's once again. "M'fine just...I don't own a suit," He said quietly. The silence that stretched afterwards for a long moment before you broke it. "Kotaro what do you mean you don't own a suit you're a professional athlete!" "It wasn't an issue until now!" He shouted back love was fickle yes but as he watched you and Bokuto interact he knew

It was fickle but he wouldn't trade it in for anything.

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dreaminpeaches · 3 years

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“Ladies, Gentlemen, Enbies...HER--I mean Him? Or them?-- whatever, anyways here's the first part of my daydream paracosm, Humble Pie. I was really happy I was able to come up with the first part in a somewhat cohort manner. Part 2 is also going to follow this sometime soon, but after that its probably just gonna be short shorts, text exchanges, and or drabbles, but that first part’s finally a thing! And that’s cool”

“Also just reminder that this paracosm is set in a mix timeline, like people have flip phones, cassette tapes, but still also have stuff like gamer chairs, and slang like sus/lit exist, so I hope that doesn’t bother you..oof”

“Also I wrote this from my Remarkable, then convert it to text, and did some proof reading, but my handwriting is still can only be read by chickens and my dyslexia ninja has sneak 100 accuracy so..yeah

Word count: 6,115

TW: mention of Bullying, DeadBeat dad, Smoking, Drinking, Swearing (only for comedy’s sake tho’), Dissociation, Guilt (but don’t worry there’s still A LOT of fluff in this piece, tho)

Link to Alternate version on my off-site daydream blog: Humble pie part 1

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"Okay, here we go" Beau said, taking one last drag of his cigarette, and taking in one last look at the panoramic view of the town below, Newbury, his hometown, he was away for a year because of college which he dropped out of. Well, "dropout" made it seemed like he had a choice, more like he flunked out, there were' 'reasons that 'made college impossible for Beau, reasons that he couldn't get into or more like reasons he didn't want to get into, these were the some reasons that turned what was suppose to be a 5 hour drive into an 8 hour one, making him stop ever so often to the nearest park, overlook, or clearing to get out, smoke and or take a short walk. These stops were so frequent by the time he reached his hometown’s overlook he was on his last stick, hard to believe he started the trip w/ a full box.

He dropped the last of the remains of the cig on the ground and stomped out the glow ember with his dark brown rounded toed boot, watching the embers glow go out made him feel similar in a way.

Beau took one more last look at the small town below blanketed by the dark, light sky. He looked around. the overlook, bring back memories of. late night make outs, sneak outs and general teenaged shenanigans.

Beau remembers once on a night he was really buzzed, a rare event for him, drinking with his buddies, rather it was the buzz from the beer, or he was just 'riding the 'high off scoring the winning goal for the team, or general teen hormones. He felt invincible, so invincible he stood up on the ledge and proclaimed himself as king of the world

A moment Beau looks back at and shakes his head as if to try to erase the memory from his mind like an etch n’ sketch, suddenly he got a bad taste in his mouth or maybe that's just the cigarettes "King of world….yeah, right" Beau said pulling up the collar of his jacket and shrugging his hands into his pockets, and headed back into the car.

It was getting late and there was no use in stalling any longer, might as well continue to the inevitable. Stalling may be that’s the feeling that's been following him the whole time, stalling the fact that he would have to return to his hometown a failure after being touted and praised for being a star athlete , and getting into a ivy league school, a feat his mom was really proud since she herself couldn't go to college because of having Beau at such a young age, and having to deal with a bunch of other “BS” as Beau would put it.

Beau really wanted to make her proud by becoming a famous football player and make tons of money so she wouldn't ever have to worry about bills n 'stuff and live in the malibu dream house she dreamed of living in since she was a kid, a dream she would talk about to her children like it was fairytale during when time got real tough.Even though she sounded upbeat over the phone about the news, Beau knew his mom was an expert when it came to masking her disappointment and skill that was pretty integral with dealing Beau's birth father. He just hopes she's not too disappointed

As the twilight sky grew more dark the street lights flickered on. Familiar and nostalgic landmarks and structures rolled by as Beau drove by with one hand gripping the wheel while the other hand hung casually out of the rolled down window. the nighttime breeze gentle, tossing his cart dirty blond hair mullet. The 'murmur of punk music lighty playing from the car's speaker, that was playing louder earlier but the volume's quickly depleted because blasting punk 'music at night in a small town is pretty serious offensive a risk, a younger Beau would play around with, but now being older he knows better.

Driving into his old neighborhood, seemingly not much has changed, but what do you expect from a small town? The old neighborhood consisted of typical signatures of most middle upper class .. neighborhoods, Christmas ' decorations long over due to be taken down, manicured lawns, next to slightly less manicured lawns. Some lawns adored w/ gnomes and flamingos, a step up from the lawns of homes in his childhood neighborhood whose homes had what one could consider a lawn but just barely, Beau and his brother were lucky enough to have a sizable back yard and a tree house.

His family's lawn had a bunch of outdoor toys laid about on their lawn: a nerf gun, a pink tricycle, a tiled dyed color bouncy ball and an empty container of mega bubble wand. Beau drove up in the driveway being careful to not accidentally run over any of the toys in the yard.

He eject the mixtape from the player and put it into his jacket chest pocket. Beau leaned over and rummaged through the glove compartment fishing out a small travel can of axe's body spray and another small spray can of mouthwash, he used both to cover the scent of cigarette smoke, a smell his mother was highly sensitive to. He popped in a stick of spearmint for extra measure before getting out of the car and going to the trunk to retrieve his suitcase. Beau only had one suitcase since all the stuff really needed and cared about conveniently fitted in one suitcase.

Beau propped up his suitcase as he closed the trunk, the car beeped and blinked as he pressed the lock button. He headed up the pathway to the front door, his heart beating louder and louder with each step leading up to the front door.

Beau took a deep breath, Pulling himself together. "Okay" He said under his breath as his hand slowly reach for the knob but before he could even get a good grip, the door swung open, Beau's eyes raced up to see the thinning hair of a middle aged man, Beau eyes lowered a bit more to see the mustached clad face of the man the hair belonged to. "Hey, Big Boss! '' the mustache man said with a grin. The man was Beau's stepfather, David.

"Hello, David, I-I mean Dad." Beau awkwardly greeted his stepdad, trying his best not to show discomfort at his step dad's “nickname" for him.

"Ha, ha that's okay, son!”David laughed, giving Beau a hefty pat on the back.

"Here, let me get your bags." David said, reaching for Beau's suitcase, looking behind Beau expecting more bags

“You only brought one bag?" he questioned, looking curiously.

'--I like to be efficient" Beau muttered with a shrug and a side glance. "HAHA you and me both, Big B" David chuckled playful elbowing Beau, who gave a half-smile and a small chuckle--well, more like a slight nose huff

"Hey, honey Big B is home!" David shouted as Beau closed the front door.

His mother came rushing from the bedroom in her rose pink robe w/a barbie in insignia on the front with matching fuzzy slippers, her sandy blond hair still damp from the shower.

"My little boy, oh!" she said, warping Beau in a tight motherly embrace. "Welcome home!" Beau's mother pulled back for a second, cupping her son's face in her hands “you’re still so handsome"

"Wait..." Beau gently removed his mom's hands from his face "Are you okay, mom?" He asked his considerate brown eyes searching his mother's teal eyes for any sign of distress.

"Of course, sweetie," his mom beamed. "I have all of my loved ones under one roof. What's more to ask?"

it's just that I didn't- Y-you know." Beau said with downcast eyes

"Oh, that" his mom said wide eyes and then shaking her head in dismissed

"Don't worry about not finishing college, I mean just look at me"

“But You just seemed so proud that I got in, I just didn't want to let you down"

“Sweetie, it's fine," his mom said, gently guiding his head up with her hand to look at him "I was not proud that-You were becoming the smart, sweet kind young man, I always knew you were, but now. I'm just happy that you’re here and I get to see you go. on the journey myself!" Beau chuckled tightly and blushed at his mom's admiration.

"Plus, Your mom's not the only one who is happy to have You home!” David said, gesturing towards the hallway. Beau looked to see a small figure peeking from the corner, the figure quickly disappeared followed by an overflow of giggles.

A smile slowly creeped across Beau's face, he slowly kneeled down. " "Gasp * Is that my little care bear?"

From the shadows totted out, a little girl dressed in a blue care bear patterned nightgown, her blonde hair tied up in pigtails, she grasped a love-a-lot bear in one arm while her other arm was open as she raced towards Beau, also with arms wide open for a hug "Bo-Bo"

"Hey, care bear!" Beau cooed as he picked up his little sister "Wow, You've gotten so big since the last time I saw you!

"Carrie's been asking when you were coming since you told us you were coming home "David stated

"Really?"

"Yep!'' Carrie nodded proudly "You still have the love-a lot bear I won at grad night". Beau vividly remembers winning Love A Lot and his friends making fun of him, but Carrie really appreciated it more than he thought.

"Yeah, she takes it with her everywhere!" mom emphasized “Thank god, the kindergarten has a security blanket policy!

"Aww..." Beau said fondly looking at Carrie, who had her head resting on his shoulder, still grasping love a lot.

Beau thought for a moment and looked around "wait, where Dev?"

"Oh" mom said putting her hand on her head with a semi sigh "He's been going through... things"

"Teenager things: David specified "He's the big one three now.. "

“Don't worry, I can talk to him!”Beau said, confidently, slowly nodding his head

. Carrie lets out a small yawn "Aw, you sleepy, care bear?" Beau asked as Carrie rubbed her eyes

"It's past her bedtime, but she really wanted to see you," Mom said, stroking Carrie's hair. "Is someone ready for the sleep shuttle'?" Beau asked Carrie, looking at her in her sleepy hazel eyes, she nodded in response

"Alright, Here we go!" Beau held Carrie in both hands placing his arms out in front of him, he kneeled down and started counting down. "3…..2...1. Blast off!"

Beau shot Carrie in the as he stood back up. As he moved towards Carrie's bedroom, he moved all around side to side, up and down while making spaceship sounds, Carrie was giggling all the way through.

"Incoming! "Beau shouted as he swooshed Carrie round a few more times before landing her swiftly on the bed.

"Huston, the eagle. has landed!." Beau said, holding his ear as if he had an earpiece "Not eagle! Bear!" Carrie stated holding up her care bear "correction, the "BEAR" has landed!" Beau correcting himself, bringing a huge smile to her face as she nuzzled her care bear

"Okay, night, right, care bear" Beau said patting carries head

"Wait!" Carrie said holding on to her brother's arm "Is Bo-Bo still gonna be here in the Morning?""Of course, I'm not going anywhere at least for a while.." "Beau said, kneeling down to Carrie's eye level.

"Okay, I like having Bo-Bo around:'' Carrie said "and I like being around" Beau said, "see you in the morning, care bear" Beau gives Carrie a good night kiss on the forehead.

She settles into bed as Beau closes the door. Beau grinned to himself, feeling lucky to have such a cute sister. He remembers when Devin was that little, speaking of Dev. Beau apphoraced Dev's bedroom door. The door was caution tape, Don't enter signs, with a please knock before entering sign.

At first Beau did think about knocking but then thought "I could be a respectful older brother respect the sign or I could have fun and be a little shit. He pondered about it for a minute then-"yeah, I'm gonna be a little shit.”

Beau took a card out his wallet and wedged it in between the door to jimmied the lock. He peeked through the door to see Dev playing a video game on the tv. "you little..." Beau said under his breath, before bombastically opening the door "Hey there, squirt!" Beau said, shoving the door open

"Didn't you read the sign?!" Dev said as he turned around in his gamer chair in both shock-and annoyance

"Wow, that's a pretty warm welcome to give your older brother you haven't seen in a year!" Beau snarked, pretending to look hurt'' "Nice to see you too!"

"Oh my god!" Dev said, rolling his eyes and turning his chair back to tv, bringing his attention back to the game.

"and here I thought you were working on a project or homework or some school shit!" Beau continued "but no, you're just sitting here playing one of your little nerd games"

"Oh my god, can't you just leave!" Dev groaned as he hunching closer to the tv.

"You couldn't at least say "Hi" " Beau said now standing right behind Dev gamer chair

Dev raised and waved his hand half-heartedly and flatly said "hi"

"Well, damn I feel loved," Beau said sarcastically. "aren't you at least gonna look at me?" shaking the gaming chair a bit to gain an ounce of his little brother’s attention.

“ I saw you "Kool aid man" into my room. Is that enough?" Dev said still focusing on the game Beau sighed, then got an idea "Dev! Dev! I think there's something wrong with my heart I think I gonna-ugh!" He said staggering forward a bit before falling in Dev's lap, knocking out the game controller out of Dev's hands.

"Come on! I was in the middle of battle!" Dev whined looking at his brother playing dead

"Get off of me!" Dev go armed as he tried to push beau off with no luck

"Come on, Beau!" He gored in frustration “I know you're not dead! I can still feel your heartbeat..."

Get up!" Beau remained still, Dev rolled his eyes; he knew the exact words to get his brother off his back or in this case lap.

"Big brother, can you please get off of me n Dev utter begrudgingly "Aw, you haven't call me ‘Big brother’ in years" Beau chimed with a smile, finally getting up "I'm still kind of hurt, that you cared about your gaming progress than the well being for your one and only big brother"

"You were still breathing, I could literally see you inhaling and exhaling." Dev clarified rubbing his forehead

"Touche, I guess" Beau said he then directed Dev's chair in front his bed," now that I have your attention"

"Okay, I guess I should say sorry since you couldn't and say "hi" to me because you were too busy saving some elf princess, or some anime chick with huge melons"

"I-H-Hey I don't even play those types of games!" Dev argued blushing

" .-sure you "don't'." Beau taunted with a wink, Dev goanned "Anyways, Anyways you don't have to say "hi",; but you could at least not talk to me"

Beau suggested, shrugging. "I guess" Dev mumbled kind of sinking into his chair "cool, so how's life?" Beau started, trying to start a diagoul "okay"

"How's school?"

"Okay"

"How’re your friends?"

"Okay"

"Got a girlfriend?"'

"NO”

"Got a boyfriend?"

N-NO"

"Got any crushes"

“….NO…..."

"joined any clubs or any other after school junk?"

" ..... NO..."

"Are you just gonna answer all my questions in one word?"

Dev fell quiet, and shifted his gaze from his brother

“Okay, that's it!" Beau huffed, he picked up Dev and hoasted him over his shoulder "Hey! put me down!" Dev-shouted , beating his fists on Beau's back "Not until you talk to me like an actual person, and one worded answers aren't gonna cut it, squirt!"

"MOM! Dad!"

"Mom and Dav-Dad are fast asleep, and you know they both sleep like rocks!" Beau stated'' the only person you'll wake up is Carrie, and You don't want to wake little care bear, now do YOU?"

Dev fell Quiet again, "You know I can hold you like this for hours, you aren't really that heavy, or you can just end this and talk to me" Beau suggested ending the suggestion with a sigh and started to stomp his foot impatiently..

Dev continued the silent treatment for a bit until letting out a meek "Okay...I'll try" .

Hey, three words, that's a start!" Beau cheekly commented,He sat Dev back down in his green gamer chair.

"Okay, do over!" Beau said casually sitting across from Dev and his bed. "so, how's school going?" "F-fine” Beau gave Dev a intense look, reminding Dev of his word count “N-no, I mean it's just weird" Dev stuttered choosing his words carefully, Dev fiddled with his hoodie sleeves.

"and it's weird because..." Beau initiated, gesturing his hand toward encouraging Dev to continue "It's weird because.... I don't know, Middle school is way different than 'elementary school, I mean I knew that from tv, but middle school isn't like tv."

"It's okay, nothing like tv, that thing lies” Beau softly chuckled to himself and continued “I remember thinking Pogo sticks were the SHIT-cuz 'of people and cartoons on tv made it look so easy"

"I finally got enough money for one-- you were like little you probably don’t remember this-- but I was SO HYPED, I wanted mom to watch me. I took one hop, fell on my ass, and never hopped on that bitch again. I was pissed, I think mom was trying to her best not to laugh but I was so pissed I think I didn’t notice until now. I chucked the pogo stick in the garage, and I never looked at that bitch again”

Dev let out a stiff laugh, the defensive wall Dev put was slowly breaking

"Oh WAIT WAIT!” Beau said taking a moment to correct himself “ That WASN’T the last time the last time I looked that bitch, I fished it out of garage years later, only cuz’ I need some money for Madden. So, I did look at that bitch one more time, but only to sell that bitch.”

Dev let out a more audible laugh, but quickly caught himself and recollected, returned to his disillusioned teenage state.

"Anyway, The teacher's are kind of weird, like a lot of them hate my guts already, except for the coaches who are super nice to me." Dev explained, kind of looking away from his brother

"Weird, why do you think that is?" Beau asked whole hearty

"Because I'm related to you, Numb skull!" Dev blunted , groaning putting his hand on his forehead

"Oh damn, I guess that's my fault." Beau realized, rubbing the back of his neck "My bad. that my awesomeness is just lengardy"

Dev shook his head and rolled his eyes "It's not awesome to live in YOUR shadow!" Dev sulked, sinking back into his chair, his hands covering his face.

"You don't have to follow in my awesomeness, I know I'm a hard act to follow." Beau boasted teastingly so"You just gotta make your own awesomeness."

"What does that even mean?" Dev questioned, moving his hands down, allowing his eyes to peek through his fingers, trying not to given the urge to roll his eyes

"It's like my awesomeness comes from my boyish charm and good looks..." Beau claimed, striking an award winning smile, The urge not to roll his eyes was becoming even hard for Dev, but he still had to try and respect Beau "But your awesomeness could come from being good at games, or computers shit or math or robots or something--I don't know something real nerdy"

"I guess, you're right" Dev mumbled and shrugged,lifting himself up back into a sitting position rather than almost spilling out of his chair.

"Its not a guess, its science!" Beau declared proudly, tapping his temple with his index finger

"No,that's not science!" Dev arguing his brother's stupidity, flatly shaking his head in disagreement

"See, there you go using your nerd awesomeness" Beau pointed out with a wink "Keep that up and you'll go from Beau's lil bro, to just ‘Dev’ in no time." Beau playful tousled Devs mop dirty blonde hair

"I mean.." Dev continued batting his brother's hand away, "I was also thinking of joining the video game club or the robotics club at school."

"There you go another nerdy thing that to add to your own awesomeness" Beau said

"Yeah...." Dev continued ignoring his brother's comment' “Some of my friends are thinking about joining, and it would be a nice place to go away from mom and dad."

"I had sick memories of hanging out with the team, we got into some wild shit." Beau said laughing to himself, fondly reminiscing "But I'm sure you and you geek squad could have "wild" times too, like making an anime robot 'weify." or whatever those called or finding a new math formula or something"

Dev fell quiet for another moment, Beau always seems like he’s in between being supportive and subtly roasting him, Dev then uttered "um... I think I kind of have a crush... on a girl..."

"AYE, let's go! "Beau exclaimed, clapping and shaking Dev's chair for a bit before bouncing back on the bed'' Come on, don't leave me hanging, what's her name? "Have you talked to her vet? Have you asked her out? Have-"

"Calm down!" Dev demanded "I said I had a crush, I didn't say we’re going out.'"

"Oh, so you haven’t talked to her, huh?”

"No, I-I don't even know her name" Dev huffed, he let his arms slip into his oversize sleeves and covered his sleeves with his face in frustration.

"You know you could just ask, not the chick, like just ask around"

"I can't do that because if I do, people will find out I like her and if she finds out, I would just have to stop going to school!”

"Okay, let’s just pretend you DO have the balls to talk to this girl, what's the worst that could happen?" Beau suggested

"She finds out that I like her, thinks I'm weird and never wants to talk to me again or even look at me!” Dev muffled through his sleeved covered face

"You really think she can sus that out all in one go!" Beau said "I mean she is a middle Schooler unless she's like a young nancy drew, she is not going to chew you up and spit out like that." Beau explained "speaking of which''

Beau paused for a moment to spit out his gum into the trash can "Score!"

"Anyways, have you done anything weird to her or around her?"

"No, I mean I look at her in the hallways before and in between class, but I don't like-- stalk her or anything too weird." Dev mumbled, moving his sleeves from his face, but his head was still targeted down at his fingers fiddling with a tag on his black shorts

"So, then what's the fear?" Beau inquired, resting his chin on the heel of his palm

Dev thought for a moment, his eyes shifting looking for an answer." I-I guess I just don't know how to talk to her."

"Well, fuck, that's easy" Beau chuckled “Just talk about school shit, or just say "hi"

"Is it really that easy?"

"Yeah, if you have the balls for it" Beau reiterated "Think about it like this, the dudes you play in your little nerd games have to fight a dragon, a demon or some anime witch with huge melons to talk to the girl they like and they er brave enough to do all of that wacky shit. But you’re lucky, you don't have a dragon for real in your way to keep you talking from your crush. The dragon's just in your head! If those hero dudes can fight dragons they actually can see, doesn't that mean you can fight a dragon you don't even see."

"That was a really lame and kind of confusing metaphor" Dev sassed " But I guess understand what your trying to say"

"Exactly" Beau said nodding confidentiality

"Can we talk about mom and dad?" Dev asked sheepishly, looking up at his brother, (well as much as he could with his shaggy bangs in the way), his fingers now toying with his hoodie strings

"Did something happen?"

"No, I mean yeah, I mean it's just weird" Dev said "Mom and dad are starting to get more annoying but I don't know if they were always like that or they like charged"

"No, parents don't really change-usually” Beau explained “It's just that being a teenager makes you hypersensitive to a bunch of shit and makes you wanna be alone more. Parents, the good ones like spending time with their kids and they actually want quality time n' shit and that's where they start to get annoying".

“"Oh okay,” Dev nodded.'' It's just weird because sometimes I feel like I hate them, but I don't want to. I think I just really want to be alone more like you said but I don't want to shut them out, I just want them to get that." Dev-fiddles with the strings of his green hoodie

"Yeah, I think they do in a weird old people kind of way. Believe it or not they were teenagers to even if that was back in the stone age n' shit" Beau joke"

Dev let out an actual laugh, a sign to Beau that he's little bro was being less of a moody teenager

"Anyway, even with that said mom and david-I mean dad aren't mind readers, it would be cool if you give them a heads up, you don't have to tell them all about what's going on in your little teen nerd brain but at least something simple like something weird or funny that happened at school, or asking for help on homework or a project for class or some shit like that, I'm pretty sure Dav-dad would love that.."

"I guess I could try". Dev said slightly nodding his head "But Carrie is kind of weird too!

"How can Carrie be weird, she's 5.” Beau scoffed "she doesn't do anything weird really"

Dev added" it's just sometimes she's regular cute and other times she's annoyingly cute if that makes sense"

"I mean like kind of get what you're saying but "Beau shrugged gesturing his hand toward prompting Dev to continue

"Like I still look out for her because she little, but because she's little that means I have to do dumb stuff like look for monsters under her bed or do that sleep shuttle thing you do, but I can't really do it because my arms give out halfway through and she's heavier than she looks."

"Well, little brothers and sisters are annoying, it's kind of their job, trust me I know from experience" Beau: put his hand on Dev's knee, Dev tried to Swat at it but Beau quickly put his hand back with a smirk.

"But like with mom and da-David just cuz she's annoying doesn't mean You can’t look out for her n stuff"

"I guess, its because lately, it seems like'' Dev paused 'for a beat, his hands hard gripping the strings of his hoodie, before continuing" I don't know mom and dad have been paying more attention to her than me"

A mischievous smile creeps across his face. "AW does someone miss being the baby?"'

"Oh, fuck! I knew you 'er gonna say that!" Dev blurted out, feeling really exposed, he pulled his hoodie strings allowing his head to be consumed by his hoodie, all but his nose.

"Hey! language,” Beau said, surprised at his little brother's reaction those harsh words coming out of the mouth of small boy sporting a Yoshi hoodie

"You cuss' all the time!" Dev huffed pulling his hoodie back down, then crossing his arm definitely

"Yeah, but I'm older than you, and if mom and David--DAD hear you curse they’er gonna know you got it from me and won't get off my ass about it!"

Dev stared at his brother, simmering in frustration in failing to coming up w/a good come back or a flaw in his brother's logic, He let out a heavy sigh and resumed "Anyways, it's NOT like I miss being the baby, I just miss being able to hold their attention without Carrie coming in and stealing them anyway, I don't know its weird"

"Wait, did you just say that you wanted to be alone and away from mom and David-fuck. I'm not even gonna try more-he's asleep anyways." giving up any attempt to make the word "Dad" same with the name "David"

"Yeah, I know that's what makes it weird!" Dev admitted, he sulked back deeper into his chair and let out a groan.

"You know Carrie's not awake all the time, maybe you can talk to mom and David, when she goes down for her nap, hell, I could just take her to the park for a day." Beau offered

"You'd really do that for me?" Dev peeped, quickly lifting himself up in a sitting position, surprised at his brother kind offer

"Yeah, anything to make you less of a weird angsty shut in, with a bunch of cringy keep out signs and keep out tape!" Beau gestured towards the door

"Actually, I got that caution tape from a real crime scene" Dev clarified, with a smug smile

"Really?" Beau taking a longer closer look at the door

"No, thick head, I found it in a dumpster next to party city!"

"You go dumpster diving?" Beau said, raising an eyebrow

"I have a life outside of YOU!" Dev stated proudly

"Okay, and on that... Weird garbage goblin flex, sibling bonding time is over." Beau said getting up from the bed and heading for the door

"Actually, one more thing..." Beau said quickly, turning around, rushing towards Dev, putting him into a headlock.

"Did ya miss me? Come on, tell me that you missed me!" Beau taunted as he gave his brother a long and through noogie "Ouch, Ow, Ow, Okay, okay, I missed You. Geez:" Dev pleaded trying to struggle out of his brother's grip

"That's what I wanted to hear!" Beau said with a smirk, letting 'Dev go.

"Ugh! my hair" Dev fumed , gawking at his even more messy mop of hair.

"Like you care about appearances" Beau chuckled" mop top nerd!"

"Mullet-hair metal meathead!"

"Ouch, that was pretty good" Beau teased pretending to look hurt "Garbage Goblin"

"You already-"Dev started but was cut off by Beau closing the door

"Too late, the door is closed, I can't hear you, which means I win!" Beau said through the door, laughing at his brother's muffled fury of frustration.

Beau grinned relishing in the absolute confusion of his younger brother, but that good vibe quickly faded once he arrived at the door to his old bedroom. He just stood there and stared at the door for a bit, he could feel the icky stew of the emotions from bubbling back up again.

He flexed his hand a few times as if this was the first time he's ever pored a door, Beau's hand reached for the door handle before retracted as if the knob was red hot.

Beau sheepishly looked around as if somebody was watching him, no one was but it sure did feel like it. He considered sleeping on the couch, but that would be weird, since it seemed like his step dad put his luggage in his room. so, eventually he would have to go into his room anyway.

Beau took a deep breath. "Come on, it's just a door, dude!" He told himself Beau's hand rested on the door knob, he took another deep, his hand gained a stronger grip, and he slowly pushed the door open, Beau carefully entered the room as he closed the door behind him. Looking around the room was plaster with posters of football players and a few pinups of doe-eye, sensual women in swimsuits and other scantily clad outfits.

Athletic medals, trophies and awards displayed proudly on his bookshelf that lacked any actual books, those trophies stood next to pictures of Beau with his teammates, all illuminated by the moon's dull pale blue light. These relics of what felt like a bygone era used to fill Beau with so much pride and joy but looking at them now just leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

He could barely even recognize himself in those photos. This whole room felt like a shrine or more like a tomb to someone who no longer exists.

Looking at all this stuff just made the icky feelings from before rise up to the back of his throat making the bad taste linger even longer.

Beau couldn't really pin what-these feelings were, so he shifted his focus on just getting some sleep

As he thought, Beau's step dad put his luggage on his bed. He opened his bag and quickly changed into a white tank top and some grey sweatpants. He fished out the mix tape from his jean jacket and put into the gray clucky music player on his nightstand. Beau turns the music up loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough for disturb anyone else. Heavy metal music (ironally) helped him sleep on hard nights.

Beau laid in bed focusing on the one spot in his room that wasn't decorated with high school memorabilia. Focusing on that spot was way better than focusing on the icky feelings from earlier. All he needed to was focus on sleep just sleep, Beau closed his eyes and tried to focus on just sleep.

The next time Beau opened his eyes, he was back in the hallway of his highschool. Beau looked around confused why he was back here but before he could really sus out the situation, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud thud. He followed the sound of the thud that led to a scene of a bespectacled student being shoved up against the lockers. The student's face contorted by fear.

"P-please, d-don't hurt me. "the student uttered, the words quivering as it left his lips.

"Aww, look at him, guys." a familiar voice said, Beau couldn't see whom the voice belonged to. There was a strange mist in the hallway that obscured the person's face.-

"He's scared." the voice said mockly, the person nodded towards a group of people whose faces were also obscured by the mist, they laughed in response

“Don't worry, little buddy, I'm not gonna hurt ya:" the person taunted as he tightened his grip on the student and shoved his body up against the failing student. "As long as you don't squeal" .

"You squeal, and I'll fry you like the pig you are, got it. Swine?"

"I-I p-promise I W-won't. J-just please let me go!" the student begged

Beau was disturbed by scene happening before him, but along with the feel of disgust came a feeling of familiarity, like he's been there before

Just then the fog lift to reveal the face of a younger version of Beau dawned in his red “New Burny High school” letterman jacket. He was smirking relish in the fear he was inflicting on the poor student.

Older Beau slowly back up, almost stumbling as he was coming to the realization of the origin of all those icky feelings from before

"I don't know, do we trust him, guys?" Younger beau asked cocking his head back to his teammates, who shook their head in disagreement "The Boys and I don't seem very sure of that, I think I'm gonna have to test your loyalty !" Younger Beau winded up his arm for a punch, But before his fist could make an impact.

Beau found himself back in his room in a cold sweat, hyperventilating as quickly rose from his bed. His room, still illuminated by the moonlight, with the metal mix tape softly playing in the background. He looked at his hand as if they were lethal weapons. How could I do such a thing?

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imagines-mha · 3 years

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Hi hi! Could I request a normal HQ matchup please? 😏

I'm a straight girl, I'm 5'6, tan, and have a pretty straight up n' body but with bigger thighs. I have brown eyes and my most distinguishable feature is my long, brown hair; it goes down past my lower back 💇🏽‍♀️

My qualities are that I'm fun, understanding, open minded and amicable! I get along with pretty much anyone and in that sense I'm a pretty chill person. I laugh super easily! Literally cry laughs at least once a day and it's usually because of sth stoopid- I also care a lot about my friends and family and I get attached to people very easily! (Which can kinda be seen as a flaw too since it's gotten me in a lot of suckish situations ;;)

As for my flaws I'm kinda shy, more of an introvert despite also loving being around my friends (sometimes I just like being alone and listening to music for example), I struggle talking to big groups of people and I can be kinda awkward when it comes to meeting someone new- luckily it doesn't take my long to warm up to somebody doh

I'm hella sensitive- be it when it comes to sth sad or sth too happy, I will most likely start to cry-

I can be kinda bossy without realising it too-

Kinda self conscious too-

I like listening to music, writing, watching anime, playing video games, going out with friends and I have a huge sweet tooth 🍫

I LOVE going out on spontaneous trips, especially at night since that's when I thrive the most 👀 even if it's just to get food or even just a car ride, I'm down

The things I typically find attractive in a guy are confiance *chefs kiss* very important, intelligence *also chefs kiss*, grins as in toothy grins🥰💓💞💕 (or just lil smirks that works too😏) ,open mindedness and definitely an optimist over a pessimist!

Things I cannot stand in a dude, like the biggest then offs: wimps, overly sensitive to the point where they cry more than I do (pls), huge, unjustified egos (like unless you're actually ✨the shit ✨ then don't pretend 👁️👄👁️), macho guys who always feel the need to be in command ➖👄➖ annnnd liars/unfaithful dudes

Oh and another important thing is since I find I have a pretty low voice for a girl, I cannot date somebody who has a higher voice than me, so like Hinata for example, as much I ily 😤🙅🏽‍♀️

That's it! Thank you for your time!!!

Hi bb ofc u can!! U seem super cool btw i bet your hairs the prettiest swdfgtrf ilysm 🥺💖

I ship you with: Kuroo Tetsuro

♡ omg.

♡ I ship ths sm

♡ First off he meets the deep voice requirement AND ticks LlITERALLY every box of ur criteria

♡ Second of all i bet u tick off every one of his criteria smh u got that long hair he loves

♡ You guys would LAUGH AT EVERYTHING

♡ Like both of you would be cry laughing over the DUMBEST shit and his laugh just makes you laugh harder and suddenly yall are on the floor clutching each other trying to keep stable dvfbgfhnytrf

♡ definitely the type to kiss u in the middle of laughing and make u blush

♡ Kuroos so understanding of ur shyness and introverted nature cus of how hes grown up with kenma etc

♡ He thinks its cute i aint gonna lie smh

♡ Your bossiness turns him on

♡ Step on him queen 👑

♡ Hes that bf who will do EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO MAKE YOU LOVE YOURSELF OH MY GOD

♡ Like you see yourself as a 6/10?? Naw hes not gonna stop til you see yourself as ATLEAST an 11/10

♡ He just wants you to see yourself with the same eyes he sees u with smh

♡ Takes you on late night adventures he worships the city bro

♡ Yall gonna feel like ur in a teen indie movie and its THE BEST

matchups r closed!!

#haikyuu

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authorofdanger · 5 years

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Reason Of Survival Part 1

Genre:Angst

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence, kidnapping, and death.

Stray Kids Mafia AU

My breathing was ragged as I took another blow to my chest. It was another losing fight for me this week but what was the point in winning? Another day having the shit beaten out of me? To possibly having a full meal once a day and two smaller ones to try to motivate me more? Some clean water? A fucking shower? I dont have a good reason to keep fighting so I kept taking all the hits from my opponent. It felt like hours before I was on the ground with a broken wrist, fractured nose, bloodied face, cracked ribs, and bruises littering my entire body. It's not the worst I have endured in a fight but it's not my best either.

I was tossed back into my cell like a piece of meat and I could barely let out a cry from the pain of the impact. My hair was pulled up harshly which forced me to look my boss in his eyes. "The fuck is wrong with you? You were my top fighter for years and now you cant even win a single fight! And for what? Some cell mate you had for only a few months? Pathetic." My cell mate, Libby, died last week after losing her tenth fight. Boss decided she was no longer useful and.... well you can guess from there. She was my only friend in this hell hole and the only person I wasn't forced to fight. We took care of eachother and became eachothers motivation to keep going and keep winning. At this rate I'm not too far from joining her.

"I'm warning you. Either start winning or I will find better use for you," he warned before releasing my sore scalp and slamming my cell door shut. I crawled over to my personal first aid kit and cleaned myself up the best I could without water or a mirror. My wrist was going to have to wait until my weekly body check from my cell section's nurse. Leaning against the cool concrete wall I listened to the fights continuing the floor above me so I could have an idea of which cells would need to be cleared tonight.

*****

"Let me fucking go," a voice boomed down the hall which ripped my attention away from the fight. I glanced over through the bars and saw a boy being dragged this way by two guards. He looked young, possibly still a teen, but he was well built and looked to be a perfect candidate in the ring. His red hair was messy on top of his head and his clothes were ripped and bloody. He had to be new though because if he wasn't I'm sure I would have fought him by now. I pulled my legs to my chest to make myself small as the three of them stopped in front of my cell and the boy was tossed inside with me and locked in. "I swear to God your going to regret that when my team gets here," he yelled but the guards only laughed before leaving the hall.

I kept silent as I watched him curiously. Nobody in their right mind speaks to the guards like that unless you are a top fighter. A boy like him could get killed here and the boss wouldn't even bat an eye. He ran his hand through his hair before turning around and jumping at the sight of me. I relaxed my legs a bit when I saw all of the violence in his eyes be replaced with concern. "Are you okay," he asked. I let out a small painful laugh. "You're kidding right?" His eyes scanned around my body and stopped when it hit my wrist. "Its not nice to stare you know," I scoffed before shutting my eyes and leaning my head back, "you a new fighter or something?"

"Prisoner. I was captured while on a mission with my team." Prisoner? We dont have prisoners. We have fighters, sex workers, and the guards but not prisoners. "So a fighter? You look too innocent to be a guard and the boss doesn't typically want a baby faced male sex worker." My eyes shot back open in fear as I felt a hand gently grab my wrist but I didnt pull away. "I can wrap this. It might help." Without an answer he had a hold of my first aid kit and made a good makeshift cast. The entire time I kept my eyes on his face which held a sense of focus and care that kept me calm most of the time of contact. "You know it's not nice to stare," he mocked while finishing up. I rolled my eyes but chose to ignore his comment.

"What's your name?" "Y/N. Yours," I asked as he put up the kit. "Jeongin. How long have you been here?" To be honest I'm not too sure. One day I just woke up in this cell with no recollection of my past and I've been here ever since. "Years," was the easiest answer I could give him. I could see his shoulders tense up a bit but his face remained calm and held little emotion. It's odd seeing a newbie so relaxed after being brought in. Normally they would be screaming, fighting, and finding any way to escape. Jeongin on the other hand seems to accept his fate or maybe he has a plan that is bound to fail, either way it's too hard for me to read him quite yet.

"How old are you? I'm seventeen," he asked. He was probably trying to relax any fears I have of him and truth be told it was working but seventeen? And he was talking about a team and he is holding himself together? Something isnt quite right about him but how can I judge in a place like this. "I dont really know anymore. The boss has a file on me somewhere but I had a serious head injury a while back and all I remember is my name and a few scattered memories here and there. It's all a bit of a blur. Hey you said something about a team right?" His eyes shined at the question. Whoever this team is he must hold a good amount of fondness to them. "They're like brothers to me. There are nine of us in total and we run a pretty well known mafia group if I do say so myself. It's a tough job but it gives us all the thrill we have craved since birth. I'm their hacker, I can crack any passcode and hack any electronic device in minutes. Been doing it since I was about fifteen." His hopeful look dimmed as he trailed into a deep thought.

"I wonder if they know where I am." Against my better judgement I reached my hand out for him and led him to sit beside me and laid his head on my shoulder. I dont quite understand what he is feeling right now but I have a good idea. "I wont let anything happen to you Jeongin. Your brothers are coming and they will get you out of here, until then I promise I will keep you alive." Now the question was how was I going to do that? How was I going to protect another person when I can barely protect myself?

*****

The next morning we were woken up by the sounds of sobs and screaming, the usual sounds the morning after fighting matches. Today is the day where cellmates discover that their best friends, lovers, and family members are gone. Today is also the day where if we have any weak links we either move them to the sex worker section or they get killed off. It's always hard to hear no matter how long you have been here and I feel that these sounds will haunt me until the day I die. "What's happening," Jeongin whispered as I watched people being ripped from their cells and new people being added. "They're cleaning out cells. Removing weak links, adding new people, and moving people around. Dont think to much about it." He only nodded his head before taking his body weight off of me and looked around. He mentioned before that he was in the mafia, shouldn't this not bother him at all? "There's kids here too?" Does he expect the boss to have morals? If they can be of any use he will keep them. "Some were born here and some were taken. Again dont think to much into this stuff. It only adds to the depression." He turned his head and looked at me with an unreadable glare. "I'm going to get you out of here," he said more to himself but I only gave him a small smile before fear rose in my chest. I quickly got up and pushed him behind me as the boss opened my cell and slightly chuckled at my protectiveness.

"Well looks who is finally up and moving again," he said darkly while pulling a remote out of his suit pants pocket. I prepared myself for the electric shocks that were about to hit me through my shock collar but refused to stand down, he is testing me I know it. "So I see you have gotten to know our new little addition. I figured he would bring something out in you." I ticked my eyebrow up at him and listened carefully at every single word he was saying and being prepared for any questions he may ask. "I was thinking of adding him to this unit but maybe he would be better as-" "You wont take him," I interrupted boldly, "you want me to win then fine but you cant have him." I know his games and he has done things similar before. He wants his best fighter to win him big bucks in the ring and this is a sick way of doing it. A grin found it's way on his lips as he pressed the button on the remote, nearly bringing me to my knees if Jeongin didnt grab me by the waist to hold me up.

"How about we make a little deal then pet," he laughed before turning off the collar, "as long as you keep winning in the ring he doesnt have to even lift a finger. You continue your little stunt and your losing streak then I trade you two out. Maybe he can do better then you." Jeongin's grip on me tightened and he whispered in my ear "I can handle this. Dont do it." Closing my eyes and shaking my head I felt like there wasn't much of a choice. If I can help it I dont want anyone else in that ring even if it means I have to work myself to death. "He wont be in the ring? Or a part of the sex group," I asked as bravely as I could. "No. You will take up any and all of his jobs I would have pinned him to do. His whole life will depend on your actions." Could I handle that? The extra fights, possibly be in the sex ring as well, any and everything he would have to go through plus my own schedule? "Deal."

*****

"You didnt have to do that," Jeongin sighed while cleaning the dried blood off my face and body since we got our cleaning bucket. "You dont want to be out there. I've been doing this long enough to know what to expect. You just have to trust me on this." I let in a sharp inhale as the soaked rag swiped over my nose which definitely was broken. He mumbled out a few apologies but continued on until most of the blood was off of me and in the bucket. "We should be getting showers tonight for the selections," I explained as he examined the bruises and other various injuries I had. "Selections?"

"Other bosses from other districts come and decide who they want to pin against their own fighters. They also discuss which prize they want if they win. Sometimes its money and sometimes it's the losing fighter. Most of the others here I had fought at one time or another and my boss claimed. I could be fighting about four fighters if I'm lucky in the next three days."

"You call that lucky?" "Lucky as in minimum. Usually on my own I get between two or three and now that I add on your count," I began but stopped myself. I dont need him feeling bad about something that isnt his fault. "You wont be fighting. Chan and the others will find us by then," he assured quietly after a guard passed our cell. I could only give him an assuring smile. How long will it be before he gives up hope? I've been here for years and after a few months I gave up on the thought of escape. Once you end up in a cell there is no leaving, you are no longer a human in a sense but like an animal. Nobody really cares about you as a person anymore and you might as well be erased from the outside world.

"I bet Seungmin has already tracked my location by now," he added "and Chan is probably calling either Sungjin or JB! Oh or Woojin could be calling Jungwoo! It would be a mess if all of NCT came you know," he continued. At some point I zoned out of what he was saying so I myself wouldn't get my hopes up. I thought back to Libby and how right now she would be playing with my hair or how she would be trying to learn fighting strategies from me. Maybe she would have punched Jeongin in the face by now because of his optimism levels, she never was one to see the glass half full.

"Are you even listening to me," he chuckled which pulled me back to the present. "Kinda. Hey Jeongin can we not talk about escaping right now? Maybe you can tell me more about your friends in general?" As if he understood what I was getting at he nodded his head and began to ramble on about all the adventures he has been on through the years. Though he may be a little too hopeful and cheerful he is the perfect amount of light for this dark situation, and in my mind I vow to never let anything happen to him.

Even if it kills me.

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chaoticbeanz · 5 years

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Uh,Surprise? (3-?)

Summary- Peter thought that saving Y/n was going to be the only surprise today.

Pairing- Peter Parker x Stark! reader

Warning- cursing (a little)

Word Count- 1439

A/N- I’M SO SORRY THAT THIS IS LONG OVERDUE, BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER RIGHT?

Hope you enjoy. If you have any requests, I will do my best to try to make them happen.

*Thoughts in italics*

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~General~

After Y/n’s little encounter, she decided not to tell her mother about what had happened-not wanting her to get worried. Instead she would just tell her that there were delays with the subway-which was typical for New York.

Though, on the way home, she couldn’t get her mind off of a certain friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. It should be crazy right? To have a crush on a superhero-whose face you can’t see?! What if by chance she's sees him at the compound? Without a mask? Would he be as cute as she thinks? How would her father react to this crush-if he should ever find out? All these thoughts and questions flooded her mind as she practically autopilots home.

When Y/n arrived home, she called out to her mother.

“Mom?”, she shouts as she tosses her keys into the bowl near the door. The keys land on a folded piece of paper which catches Y/n’s attention. She grabs the paper and reads the note.

Went to pick up pizzas and deserts.

Won’t be long.

-Mom🖤

Seems as though her mother wasn’t there. “Well, seems like she doesn't have to know anything”, Y/n says while throwing out the note and makes her way to her room. She tosses her bag onto her bed then proceeds to change into different clothes. Once she finishes, she puts her headphones on and begins her homework, wanting it all done so she doesn't have to worry about it later.

Halfway through Y/n doing her homework, her mother had come home with pizza and dessert just like she promised.

“Y/n?”, she called out, but due to her listening to music she couldn't hear. She noticed her daughter’s keys laying the bowl, so she knew she was home.

Y/m/n (your mother’s name) put the food in the kitchen then walked towards Y/n’s room. She knocked before entering and when she entered she couldn't help but giggle. There was her daughter dancing around in her room and holding her hairbrush as if it were a microphone.

~You~

I was too busy in my own music world to hear my mother knocking and stand in my doorway. I was dancing around and singing without a care in the world about how I sounded- completely ditching my homework. It wasn't until I turned around and saw her smiling/laughing at me. And I when I say that I’ve never gotten so scared in my life, I mean it. I practically jumped out of my skin. My heart racing like crazy as I pull my headphones so they rest on my neck.

“You gave me a heart attack mom,” I say while trying to calm my breathing.

“I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to scare you. In my defense, I did knock.”, she says walking towards me, giving me a hug and kisses my head. “Happy birthday sweetheart.”

I smile and hug her tighter, “Thanks mom.”

I sigh while resting my head on her chest and immediately she knows something is up.

“What's wrong baby girl?”

I let go of her and sit on my bed, she follows. “I have a problem.”

That's when I told her about my dilemma. Of course she understood why this was a problem for me. “I don't know what to do mom.”

“Well the first thing you should do is talk to your father and try to come up with a plan. And second, If Liz and Mj really are your friends-and care about you as much as I know they do-they’ll understand why we’ve kept this secret from them if they find out.”

I thought about her words. This is a big aspect of my life that I’ve left out. I mean, I’m Tony Stark’s daughter and I know the Avengers personally- they’re practically my family as well! If anyone finds out, there will forever be a target on my back. Including the people around me. If anything were to happen to my mother or friends, I’d never forgive myself. And if anything were to happen to me, my dad would never forgive himself.

“Look the charity isn’t till tomorrow night, so why don’t you skip school and have Happy pick you up. That way you can see your father earlier and talk to him. You’ll figure something out honey, I know it. You’re very smart just like him.”

I gave her a big hug, “Thanks mom. You always know what to say.”

She gives me a kiss then stands up, “Now, how about we start decorating and setting up the food before the girls get here?”

“Sounds great”

Halfway through setting up the food and living room, I remembered what I asked Liz. “Oh mom I forgot to tell you.”, she turns her head to me, “I asked Liz if Peter and Ned wanted to come over. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course honey.”

“Cool”

After we were done, about a half hour later there was a knock on our door. MJ and Liz were the first to arrive of course. After they greeted my mom, I asked if Peter and Ned were coming.

“Ned said they were but might be a little late,' Liz said. I just shrugged my shoulders then the three of us went to my room to pass time until they arrived.

~Peter~

After I took that guy to the police station, I couldn’t stop thinking about Y/n and how I talked to her. Granted, she didn’t know it was me but still. And the way she stopped that guy ...her father’s invention was impressive. Definitely seems like something Mr. Stark would invent.

I replayed our conversation in my head as I swung around and it almost seemed like….she was flirting with me and I FLIRTED BACK. I wonder if she wonders about what I look like behind the mask?

I shook this from my head. She probably thinks I look like someone from the football team. If she knew it was me underneath this mask, she’d laugh. She likes Spider-Man. She’ll never like me. The real me.

A few hours passed and I get a call from Ned.

“Hey Ned, wha-”

“Dude! I'm about to be at your apartment, you better be there!”

“Oh shit! I’ll be right there.”

Sure enough as soon as I get back into my room, I hear Ned’s voice. Then my door opens and I freeze.

“Dude, we’re gonna be late.” Ned says while letting himself in and closing the door.

I let out a sigh of relief, “You'll never guess what happened.”

While I was changing out of the suit and into normal clothes, I told Ned my encounter with Y/n. Of course, he had a slight freak out.

“Man, her dad’s invention sounds awesome. Did you tell her it was you?!”

My eyes widen, “What?! No! Why would I tell her?”

“Uh because of your massive crush on her?!”

“That’s a reason why I can’t tell her! No one is suppose to know!”

“But I do.”

“By accident!”

“So what if she ‘accidentally’ found out it was you?”

My head shot up to him just as I put on my sneakers, “Ned, what did you do?”

“Nothing I swear! I’m just saying hypothetically!”, he threw his hands up in defense.

I decided to just change the topic altogether, “Liz said this was a birthday party?”

“More like a birthday hangout.”

“Well regardless, I don’t have a gift or at least a card. I’ll feel bad if we show up without anything.”

“Don’t worry bro, I got that covered already.”, Ned says holding up an envelope and a birthday card.

Plus side, we were only about 30 minutes late. Downside was that Ned refused to tell me who even initially invited us. Apparently Liz was just the middleman between us and the mystery birthday girl.

While taking the elevator to the correct floor, I asked Ned, “Why did Liz say that you said I’d regret it if I didn’t come?”

“Because we don’t get invited to things. And besides I wouldn’t have come if you didn’t.”

I don’t think that was the right answer but I’ll let it go. What are you hiding from me Ned?

We exit the elevator and walk to the right door. Once we get to the door Ned knocks.

“You’re going to thank me later.”

“Why?”, I questioned.

But I didn't get an answer at least not from him. It came from the door being opened, revealing who lived here and ultimately why I DEFINITELY would have regretted not coming.

My eyes widen, “Y/n!”

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raindrop-on-a-spiderweb · 5 years

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God's in his Heaven

Still waiting for my laptop to get here... starting to get afraid it might be lost in the mail 😬 I tried to upload this a couple times before and the connection has been bad today so it destroyed my drafts. Crossed fingers!

Anyway, here is the next Young!Patience chapter. Warnings for major creepiness.

***

A neatly manicured finger ran down her homework, which was smudged and stained and scribbled over. The only sound in the room was the tick-tock of the clock.

Patience stood still, hands joined behind her back. She shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for the time to be over. He studied the paper, his porcelain face blank and passive, before he smiled and his dark blue eyes lit up.

He said, "Very good. Your fractions are improving."

She heard him stand up and move over, and flinched as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You can go play outside for a while."

***

When she had arrived in Mr. Borghese's mansion, she had not been cooperative. She still wasn't. But she was better.

At first he had taken away her belongings and locked her in a bedroom downstairs. He only entered in order to rape her, and after a while the timeless sun setting and rising blurred in her mind, and her loneliness got to her, and she promised to be good if he let her out. He smiled and did so, and she tread lightly around him.

She learned to be afraid of him, and fast.

When he took her out, he expected her to be his perfect little girl. She could growl and grouch as much as she wanted, but she had to smile for the cameras and lie down with him when he wanted to. The lying down was the worst part. It didn't hurt as much as it did the first time, but it still made her sick and uncomfortable. She could barely sleep when he was breathing beside her. To make it better on herself, sometimes she pretended he was her father and cuddled close to him.

St. Joseph's was better than high school, but that wasn't saying much. The students ignored her, and the teachers treated her nicely because of her adopted father, but at least people left her alone. If she wanted to cry by herself in the gym room because Mr. Borghese had wanted to sleep with her early in the morning and she could feel his wet spend sleeping through her skirt during her classes, then people would leave her alone.

Church was worse. He kept her close to his side the entire time, monitoring her interactions with others. She hated being in the Church of the Holy Virgin--her old churches had been small, cozy, made of balsam wood and slowly burning candles, and she had known everyone there. Here, everyone seemed to speak a different language, and the congregation changed each week, although what didn't change was that everyone seemed to know Mr. Borghese.

The first time she had been in confession, she was perplexed that Mr. Borghese didn't give her any instructions, nor accompany her into the booth. But she spilled herself anyway. She told the priest that he forced her whenever he pleased, that he told her she would have his baby and that she was destined to be his housewife whether she wanted it or not. She even told the priest that she had seen him kill her parents--and her voice had broken and she had peered out of the shade at him, leaning against the church dome in his black suit, his hands behind his back.

She held an impossible hope that the Father had called the police, even through the long limousine ride back, and it was only when Leonardo turned the key to the lock of the front door did she realize what she had done wrong.

"There is not a single person you have met who does not answer to me," he said softly. "And every word you told that priest enters my ears."

The priest had seemed so nice. So sympathetic. His voice had even broken a few times.

"He..."

"He will tell me everything." He sat down on his armchair and spread his arms. "Give your daddy a kiss."

She looked at him, rooted to the spot and fists clenched, and eventually, out of fear, climbed onto his lap.

He was warm and smelled flowery, a scent she had become to despise. He shifted her on his lap, settling in until her crotch snugged deeply into his own. He always liked her in this position. Right above his cock.

"How long has it been since you had your monthly?"

There was that typical question. She lied and said, "I'm having it right now."

"Bugiarda. You had it almost a week ago. Still trying to lie to me."

He began to pull her skirt up. He liked it when she wore her uniform. It was neat--he ironed it every night--with a white blouse and a shirt skirt that reached just past her knees.

Patience wanted to cry. Big, wet, sobbing tears. But instead she pressed her face into his shoulder and let him do what he wanted.

When he finally let her go, she ached and throbbed. "Go to your room. I'll come up later and bring you some cocoa."

She did so without complaining.

***

The next day was a Monday. She was watching cartoons on the TV after school, her favorite, Rocky and Bullwinkle.

A man came in. Tall, stubble on his chin. He stated at her with a mixture of suspicion and sympathy. She recognized him. "Goose Eppy?"

"Giuseppe." He sat down beside her, tan trench coat and all. He watched Rocky and Bullwinkle for a while, laughing at jokes he couldn't understand. "So you live with him now?" He said. "Where are you from?"

"Massachusetts," she muttered.

After an uncomfortable silence, he said, "Ah, Massachusetts. My family is Neapolitan."

"That's bullshit."

"Pardon?"

"Neopolitan is made-up. It's an ice cream, not a place."

Giuseppe stared blankly at her, but was saved from answering by Leonardo entering the room. They spoke briefly in Italian, then he stood up and left her, leaving her to watch Rocky and Bullwinkle by herself, but with her ears pricked.

Patience ran to the locked door, then pressed her ears against it. Their voices were fading as they left down the stairs.

She went around the vast wooden mansion. It was far too big for her to explore, even if she had wanted to. But she he found a grate to the cellar hidden beneath a tall tuft of grass, and it was so rusted she pried it open and wriggled in.

The edges of the grates dug into her breasts, but she wriggled on, until she came to a wire air conditioning unit, which she peered through.

She saw a clean metal room. Like a veterinarian's room. Giuseppe and Leonardo were talking to each other in Italian beside a metal wheeling cart. Something covered with a black bag was on it.

Patience narrowed her eyes. It smelled like disenfectant in there.

Kneeling was beginning to hurt. She had to sit with her knees together, or else she would hurt between her legs. He never gave her any time to heal.

Giuseppe pulled the black bag off with a flourish, and what Patience saw made her heartrate skyrocket. It was a human--naked, his face battered beyond recognition. It didn't even look like a face. It was a mass of black and blue.

Patience pressed her hands over her mouth. She wiggled backwards until her knees reached the grass.

The face of the man kept flashing in her mind. She hugged her knees and looked back at the air conditioning grate. What had she gotten herself into?

***

Patience twisted her hands in her skirt. The waiting was making her nerves heighten. "Why does it have to kill the bunny?"

"Do you want a pet bunny?"

"No! I just don't want the bunny to die!"

"Don't you want to find out if you're having a baby?"

"I do, but..." she hated the thought of living with the fear of having to drop out of school, but she liked bunnies.

The doctor, a man with a thick Santa Claus beard, came out. "The tests were negative."

She wilted in relief. One cautious glance at Leonardo, and his mouth had tightened somewhat. "Very well. Thank you for running the tests, Heinrich."

He had to meet a friend at a restaurant downtown. She wasn't hungry, so he let her wander around the shops ("stay where I can see you").

Patience wandered around, peering through a toy shop. Stuffed animals and train sets, little kid stuff. Leonardo kept her room well-stocked with those, like she was an eight-year-old or something. She was more interested in fashion magazines and singers like Frank Sinatra, to his trepadation.

The minutes ticked by, to her annoyance. How long was he taking? Stupid jerk was probably having one of his long-winded boring conversations that he had with his friends.

Patience turned a corner and something caught her eye.

Like a golden altar, it sat there. Blue painted eyes and pink quirked lips. An hourglass waist and a blue shoulderless dress. Fresh and vibrant and fashionable and so cool.

She couldn't stop staring. When Leonardo came to look for her she was still staring.

"Can I get this?" She said. She never asked for anything, but she REALLY wanted this.

When Leonardo saw, his lips curled. "Don't you want a baby doll instead? I'll get you any baby doll you want."

"No. I want this."

"It's too expensive," said Leonardo, who was a millionaire. "Come on. We need to get home in time for dinner. I'll take you here some other time."

Leonardo towed her out, her still protesting, and she was sullen as she got in the car and headed home. He put on her favorite station and tried to sweet-talk her, but she ignored him.

Halfway home he slammed on the breaks and pulled into an alley.

Leonardo closed his hand around her jaw and yanked her face to look at him.

"You will never," he said to her quietly, "Be like that Barbie doll. You will never be blonde. You will never have a boyfriend. You will never "hit the sunset strip" or whatever nonsense that is. Your destiny is to be a housewife and mother. My housewife and mother."

Her eyes were watering at his iron-hard grip on her jaw. He put his mouth next to her head until his warm breath washed over her ear.

"You will never go to college. You will never be a police officer or lawyer like you keep whining about wanting to be. You will have a baby after you finish at St. Joseph's, and you will be my wife like you were meant to be, as is the best you could have hoped for in your useless life. And you will be satisfied with it."

He let her go, and she rubbed her jaw, tears starting in her eyes.

His voice turned soft. "You can have some ice cream when we get back, how does that sound?" He said. She started ahead, tears blurring her eyes like rain on a windshield.

She thought about Barbie, but the painted face seemed so far away now. Blond and smiling and happy, not the pale, freckled, trembling little girl in the passenger's seat.

I guess he is right, some part of her whispered. I'll never be Barbie. I'll never ride in a convertible or flirt or go to college.

All I can do is dream.

***

The phone sat there, black and shiny.

She had the napkin hidden under her mattress. She had memorized the numbers. She agonized and agonized, aware of the time ticking away, before she picked it up.

Leonardo was becoming discontented. She was not conceiving, and was due to graduate St. Joseph's with honors. She had already had several scholarship offers. He had made her stay home from school several times during exams, to sleep with him and force his seed deep down. She could see her life closing in on her, and so she strove in school, aching to attend a university, any university, as long as she could get away from him.

The cords to all the other telephones were disconnected. She knew this was the only chance she had.

Patience dialed the numbers, heart thumping. She was praying desperately for that rough, growly voice to answer, but a different voice spoke from the other end.

"Pronto?"

"Uh," she said, startled at the unfamiliar voice.

"Chi parla?"

"I..."

"Who is this?" Growled the voice.

"I want to talk to Salvatore Mallozzi."

"Who do you think you are, to talk to the boss?"

"I--"

The dial tone rang dully in her ear.

"Salvatore Mallozzi?" said a gentle voice beside her. "Just who do you think you're talking to?"

#bonus chapter

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sherlockmonkeesstartrek · 6 years

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aw dear i hope everything's alright :O you can talk to me if you want. i don't know what to request, but what about some good old Beatles, maybe a cute fluffy early days Starrison? haven't read that in a while. i'm sorry i can't think of anything else. I hope you'll feel better soon my dear!

Hi my Luv. Everything is ok. I hate to be the type who complains on tumblr about my woes, so I thought I’d turn it into something positive. This has ended up longer than expected, so I haven’t finished it, but I hope you like it.

The Chance to be Alone

Neither Richie nor Georgelived in the kind of home they could invite the other to. That was the sadthing really. Sure, George’s parents wouldn’t have minded much if he’d broughtRichie over, but with all his siblings, that wouldn’t really be fair. And Richie’sparents were a little too overbearing, even if he did live in the kind of placehe would be cool with inviting George to. Basically, they were in this paradoxwhere the only time they got to spend together was when they were playing atthe same joint. And they certainly didn’t get alone time.

Money was short, so when theycome into some, they didn’t get to use it. It went to their families instead.So, this, this was a very special occurrence, one Richie kind of felt guiltyabout. This money probably could’ve gone to the family. They’d done so much forhim, sacrificed so much for him. And what was he doing? He was sacrificing themto spend a night with his friend. What kind of a son would do that?

But he scolded himself forthat thought, because honestly, he didn’t really do all that much for himself.And this wasn’t a life-changing amount of money. It was enough to buy a hotelroom for one night. A shitty hotel room in Liverpool, their home city.

They weren’t getting far awayfrom home. They weren’t going on holiday. But they were leaving the worldbehind for one night, just one night.

Oh, but Richie hadn’t toldGeorge yet. He thought he’d make it a surprise. He thought of the smile onGeorge’s face, one with his little vampire teeth showing. That would be areward enough for the night. That seemed to make this little sacrifice of moneyworth it. He couldn’t wait to tell him.

The area Richie lived in waspretty rough. He kept his head down and walked fast. His mum had worried abouthim leaving the home without her. It didn’t matter to her that he was probablyold enough to go out when he pleased. He was a boy that, in her eyes, reallydidn’t need to get into any trouble. He’d been a sickly boy, as she’dconstantly remind him. He wasn’t well, she’d tell him. Well, his health didn’treally have an effect on him, and it wouldn’t make all that much of adifference if he was mugged. Without anything worth stealing- save for themoney in his back pocket at that moment- he’d probably get roughed up no matterwhat. And having lived around there all his life, he wasn’t afraid. Very littlecould stop him from going to George’s house.

It always seemed noisy andfull of music at George’s, whether it was playing or not. His mum loved music.

Richie strode up to the door,which was open, and politely knocked on it. He wasn’t just going to walk in.That would be something John Lennon would do, bloody arrogant guy, thought heowned every home of his friends. Not that Richie had anything against him.Actually, he liked John. He probably just got the wrong impression from otherpeople. Of what he heard from George, who knew him better anyway, he wasn’tthat bad a guy. Though George would probably say that arrogant is a good wordto describe him.

Richie, in comparison, wasquiet and gentle and certainly polite. He waited on the doorstep for a coupleof long minutes, soon realising his knocks hadn’t been heard, but out of fearof annoying his friends and family, he didn’t knock again. It was instead bychance that George himself, the slender thing dressed in a plaid shirt twosizes too big for him and trousers that hung off his hips, walked passed theopen door and saw Richie standing there. He paused and smiled so friendly. Morefriendly that he would have afforded anyone else.

“What yeh doing out there?”He asked.

Richie smirked. This is whathe had been waiting for. He’d decided that he didn’t see George enough. Seeinghim when he was with the rest of the Beatles or when he was hanging aroundcertain pubs, just didn’t satisfy him. And he didn’t turn up like this enougheither. He thought, then and there, it might be worth doing it more often,especially when George seemed quite pleased.

“Coming to see you.”

“No, I mean what yeh doingoutside?”

“I’m not staying long.” Hesaid with a smile, “And I’m hoping on taking you with me when I leave. Do yehthink your mum will have a problem if yeh stay the night?”

George suddenly neared thedoorway, lowering his voice, but the smile on his face told Richie he was allup for it.

“Are yeh serious? At yours?”

“No. At a hotel.”

His eyes then widened.

“How did yeh manage to swingthat?”

“Don’t ask. Now, go and getyour things”

George didn’t have to be toldtwice, even though he worried. Hotel rooms cost money, and he had none, so wasRingo going to pay for him? No way, he didn’t like that. Course it was sweet ofthe boy, typical Richie, but George knew he wouldn’t be able to pay him back.It wasn’t fair.

Still, he also felt as thoughhe couldn’t say no. He didn’t want to let Richie down like that, just becauseof his ow pride and politeness. He ran upstairs and packed a bag full of achange of clothes and a pack of cards. He also snuck into the kitchen to takesome bread.

“Hey mum!” He called fromthere, “Richie’s here. Can I stay at his?”

He didn’t really hear thereply. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure where his mum was. He just heard areasonably positive tone as he rushed to the door and joined Ringo in walkingdown the street.

They didn’t have a hotel inmind. They just started walking and hoped they might come across something.They considered catching the bus, but that cost money too. They were happyinstead to walk with each other, where ever their feet may take them, because,for once, they were alone, they had no excuse to hang out together other thanthe fact that they wanted to. For once, they were two friends, just hangingout.

Well, friends… Both boyswished it could be more. After being around John and Paul for so long, the twoguys in George’s band, they kind of got wind of this idea that guys could fancyguys. And then then sort of noticed just how attractive guys could be. Richienoticed George’s pleasantly slender body, his evil little mouthless smiles andshaggy handsomeness. He also loved watching the boy play guitar, as it seemedthere was nothing Georgie could get more pleasure out of then coaxing gorgeoussounds from that instrument.

And George was totally takenby Ringo’s huge blue eyes. He also liked the way he looked in leather, hishair, the rings he wore, but it was those eyes, those eyes that melted George’sotherwise stole cold heart. As he walked along beside the drummer, he sometimeslooked up and caught his gaze, and just seeing the blueness of them, made himsmile.

“What?” Richie chuckled,“What are yeh laughing at?”

“Not laughing.” George said,as though he was lying. He wasn’t at all, but to tell his mate that he wasgazing into his eyes, that was far too cheesy for his liking.

“Yeah yeh are! What areyeh finding so funny? Do I make yeh laugh?”

“Yes.” George shot back,quite genuinely, “But in a good way.”

“Oh good, that’s notworrying at all.”

“Worrying?”

“Ok, not worrying…” Hetrailed off. He wasn’t really sure what to say, nor what he wanted to say. Herolled his bright blue eyes and reached out to grab George’s tiny shoulders.Clumsily, he drew him into a sort of manly embrace, though he was sure, for a moment,he got dangerously close to pressing a kiss on his cheek. He wondered if Georgehad even noticed.

Judging by the pink colouringhis pale cheeks, he thought that he might have. But neither acknowledged it.

Had George noticed the wayRingo had gotten almost a little to intimate? No, he hadn’t, but any touch,like the affectionate hug he’d been pull into, was enough to make him blush.God, even if he wasn’t in love with this boy- which he was starting to fear wasthe case- he did love him, like a brother, like the closest mate he’d ever had.He hadn’t even realised he’d possessed so much love within him, but for Richie,he did. He couldn’t even explain it.

And now he felt as though hewas becoming as bad as the cheesy love ballads his band avoided singing.

Theywalked for a while, until their legs hurt. Then they found a pub with roomsthey could rent. The place was pretty rough, people in there drinking earlyenough to suggest to the boys that they’d been there for much of the day. Itwasn’t the ideal place to ask for one room to share, but Richie cared not. He’dtake the prejudices and slurs. He’d shoot every person a dirty look. For allthey knew, these two boys could be brothers, yet they’d think the worst,because they were too drunk to have a clear thought.

At thebar, George tapped Richie on the back.

“Justgoing to the loo.”

“Alrightmate. Don’t be too long.” He chuckled back. As George left, Richie caughthimself watching, fondly. He convinced himself it was to ensure he got to theloos safely, though was sure if anyone else saw that, they’d probably guessthat he was certainly not that boy’s older brother. He couldn’t help smiling tohimself, an inner voice practically screaming that he’d finally done it, he wasfinally going to get time alone with Georgie.

Andhe knew how that sounded. If George was a girl and Richie had booked a hotelfor them both, the implication would be that they would have sex. The thoughthadn’t even crossed his mine. Well, this one had. Course, he knew what it may’veseemed like, even to George (he so hoped George didn’t think anything of it.)But he hadn’t thought of having sex with George that night. That wasn’t whatthis was about. He’d hardly even told George of his deeper feelings really. Itwas sort of an unspoken mutual understanding they both had. They didn’t need tosay it.

No,this night was literally a chance to be with George for longer than a couple ofminutes, before swarms of people joined them.

“Oneroom, please.” Richie told the owner of the bar. The man was a red faced, hardlooking guy who seemed to judge everyone quite openly. He may not have seenRichie come in with George, but Richie felt as though he was judging him forthat, those dark eyes of his narrowing as he took Richie’s money.

Therewas some left over. Richie hadn’t exactly thought of dinner or anything likethat. He’d literally just thought of getting into a hotel room and hanging outwith his little mate. But now he had some money, just a little, just enough for…

“CouldI also have a sandwich?”

He wantedto be quick. He wanted it to be a surprise for George. Bet he wasn’t expectinga whole night out. The owner shrugged and pissed off into the tiny, grubbylooking kitchen as Richie reclined against the counter. He was feeling quitesmug, treating this boy. Ok, this really was worth spending his well-earnedmoney on something a little less… responsible for once.

Thankfully,the sandwich came before George came back, so Richie stuffed the thing into a loadof tissues and hid it under his jacket. In his hand, he clung to the hotel key;his one chance at privacy with his friend, the one chance to block out theworld.

“Alright?”

Hehad been so excited, so distracted by the thought of getting into the room thathe’d hardly noticed George’s return.

“Oh,yeah, do yeh want to get going?”

Georgelowered his voice. Ringo understood why. “Yeh got a room?”

“Yeah.Come on.”

Therewas no second floor. All the rooms were in a second part of the pub, and therewas only around three, none of which seemed occupied. The two boys could guesswhy as they got into their room. The covers on the narrow bed didn’t seem to beclean, the carpet was covered in so many stains that its normal colour was inpatches and the en-suite, which they did actually have, was grotty. Propergrotty.

Still,it was a room. It was their room that night. A soon as the door closed, theydidn’t care what they could hear or see of the outside world, because they’dlocked it out. For once, they were the only ones in the entire world thatmattered…

…andthey quickly realised they had no idea what to do.

“Sooo,”George hummed as he hazarded sitting on the bed. It dipped beneath him to suchan extent, he felt as though he would be swallowed by the mattress, “What’s up?”

Richiesmiled. Throwing the hotel room key on the rotting bedside table, he shrugged. “Areyou hungry?”

Georgedidn’t know how to reply. He was always hungry, but saying yes would mean thatRichie would probably find him some food. He’d already bought them a room, thatwas all George could allow.

IfRichie had not already spent his leftover cash on a sandwich, which he producedbefore George could formulate an answer. Staring down at it, George was stunnedinto silence.

Itwas just a sandwich. It shouldn’t have meant all that much. If anything, thehotel room was a bigger gesture than a bloody sandwich which Ringo could’vemade at home for all George knew (ok, he knew that Ringo hadn’t been hidingthat thing under his jacket the whole time, but that wasn’t he point.) YetGeorge took it as though Richie was handing him a new guitar.

“You…”

“Ithought yeh might get hungry.” Richie said quite casually as he took up a seaton the opposite side of the bed. George held it in his long-fingered hands. Hefelt truly undeservingly spoiled. He felt simultaneously guilty and utterlyflattered.

He wishedhe had some way of showing Richie how much this meant to him, but the best hecould think of was, “Share?”

BeforeRichie could reject the offer, which George knew he would do, George thrusthalf of it into his friend’s hands and stuffed a mouthful into his own face, asif to say ‘no take backs.’

Aftereating, George drew out a pack of cards.

“Whatare we playing for?” He laughed.

Richietapped his coat, as if checking for money, or something to play for. Of course,he had nothing. And neither did George. Or so they thought.

“How’sabout we play for a kiss?”

Richiedidn’t hesitate, “Sure. If I win, I get to kiss you.”

“Andif I win,” George laughed, “I get to kiss you.”

Neitherwere sure if the other really meant it, but somewhere inside them, it was nojoke. George had suggested it, because he wanted some kind of intimacy withRichie, to show him, if he couldn’t tell him, how much he meant to him, whichwas certainly beyond his vocabulary by then. Richie agreed because he thought,why not? Why not try the whole intimacy thing, to see how far his attraction ofGeorge went?

Andwith this win-win situation, they were going to find out either way.

“Bestof three?” George suggested.

Richieknew he was never all that good at cards, and George was a big cheater. Once,when he was playing with a mixture of the Beatles and the Hurricanes, George somehowproduced 6 Aces. 6! Not even one more than should be in a pack, but two! Andhow they missed it, Richie will never know, as the design on the back of thecards were totally different to the pack they were playing with.

Hedid, however, manage to bag the first game. The other two, as was expected,went to George, who smirked, glimpsing Richie as he collected the cards. He wasrecalling the wager. Did Ringo really mean it? Would he really…?

“So…”George hummed, “This kiss.”

“Yeah?”Richie replied, filing the cards into a neat pile, nervously.

“Arewe actually…?”

“Well,you have to… you have to kiss me.”

“True.Do you mind…?”

“Whywould I mind?”

Theawkward politeness had gone on long enough, George decided. It was just makinghim even more nervous. Because he was actually going to do this. Richie wasstill playing with the cards, shuffling them, the rings on his fingers glintingin the low light. George took the opportunity, as Richie’s attention wasn’t onhim, to turn towards him, kneel on the bed and lean down. He caught Richie’s fulllips with his own, quickly, chastely. And for that brief touch, his eyesfluttered closed. When he opened them, sitting back beside him, Richie was halfsmiling, staring at him with those bright, stunned eyes.

“Thatwas nice.”

“Thatwas.”

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I'm the Bokuto fangirl again, sorry HAHAHA. May I ask for a scenario for Bokuto and his crush slash s/o in a date at an owl café? Please and thank you ^^

Hello again, love!! I’m glad to have you on my asks again! I hope you like it!!

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The whole situation was odd. They had gone to the same school for threeyears, and all of a sudden he had invited her out. Not in the normal fashion,though. He had said he knew this amazing place he wanted to check out, but heneeded someone to go with. He said it and stood on his place with his winninggrin, and hands on his hips watching her. She immediately understood. He wantedher to go with him.

She said she would gladly go with him.

Bokuto and her had been friends for a while. Her best friend was thevolleyball club manager, so it was only logical that she spent a lot of timewith the team. Bokuto and her had always got along perfectly fine. They talkedregularly, and she had even given him her notes before an exam a couple oftimes. It was just the bizarreness of being alone with someone for the firsttime.

She still didn’t understand why he had decided to invite her from allpeople. Bokuto was friends with practically everyone. Then again, maybe histeammates who were his usual clique were all busy. Her own friends had insistedit was a legit date. She was skeptical nonetheless. He hadn’t legitimatelyasked her out. He had indirectly suggested it would be nice if someone wentwith him to this magnificent place. She would decide at the end of the day ifshe had a date with Bokuto Koutaro or not.

But from all surprises, the place where he had taken her was the biggestof them all.

They had met at the bus stop, and Bokuto was already shaking withexcitement. She had known since she met him that he had a thing for owls, sowhy hasn’t she seen something like that coming?

“I had no idea a place like this even existed,” she said. She was ingenuine awe. She wasn’t an owl fanatic; nevertheless, the idea of seeing a trueowl up close was exciting.

He did his best to keep his cool. He had been trying to keep his coolsince he invited her out. And according to him he was doing an excellent job.

He had been crushing over that girl for the past months. They had beenfriends for the last three years, but for some reason it wasn’t until then thathe started to feel different towards her. Maybe he had grown too fond of her.Maybe he fell for her after he completely knew her. He wasn’t sure. He onlyknew he really liked her.

So not only he was alone with the girl he liked, but the anticipation ofcarrying an owl was killing him.

He didn’t answer her. He felt that if he talked, his voice would comeout wrong. He walked to the door, and opened it. He stood there waiting for herto enter first. Both of them gasped. There were owls here and there.

She felt an increasing aura besides her stopping her from sayinganything. Bokuto walked straight to the counter, and she followed.

“A table for two. Please,” he asked. His voice was strange, and loud, asif it was difficult for him to talk. She noticed his shoulders were slightlyshaking.

“Bokuto-san, are you okay?” He only nodded in response.

She took a couple of steps forward so she could look at his face. Shehad to cover her mouth with one of her hands to stop the laughter thatthreatened to leave. Bokuto’s mouth was tight, and his cheeks were pink. He wasliterally flustered.

A waitress came with two menus on her hands ready to take them to theirtable. “You want to choose an owl now or…”

“YES!” Bokuto finally exploded interrupting the lady. He was no longerholding back his smile. “Take us to the owls!” He blurted lifting both hisfists. The waitress nodded fast.

“F-follow me,” the waitress said nervously.

Bokuto took _____ by the wrist, and softly pulled her. She swore hercheeks grew a little bit warmer than usual. She let him drag her. The waitresstook them to a room that simulated an aviary. All kinds of owls were standingon fake branches that were installed everywhere in the room.

She pulled her hand from Bokuto’s grip, and walked up to one of thebranches as if the animals had hypnotized her with their immense eyes. Her facewas as happy as his. She was now realizing how feverish she was as well. Shelooked at the owls with shimmering eyes. They all looked at her, and movedtheir faces studying her. She took a couple of photos with her phone.

She gasped when she saw a little black owl, which eyes watched herboringly. She giggled. “This one looks like Akaashi, Bokuto!” she said enthusiasticallypointing at the animal.

She turned around, and her jaw dropped.

Bokuto had owls in both his shoulders, and forearms. He was trying tomake another owl climb up on his arm. The waitress was staring at him interror, clearly not knowing how to stop him. When the owl finally acceded, helet out his typical shrieking scream. Surprisingly, the owls were unfazed byhow loud, and sharp the noise was.

“Look at me!” Bokuto said to her showing the biggest of all smiles. “Theowls love me! Take a picture! Quick! Quick!” She did as he said. She almostlaugh at how hyped he looked even in the photo. She stared at the photo alittle bit longer. “I want to take them all to the table.”

“Uhm, ahm,” tried to say the waitress. “You can only… two is themaximum. You can’t take that many.”

“Huh!? Why!?” he asked. The waitress jolted on her place.

“Hey,” she said attracting his attention. She needed to intervene;otherwise the poor waitress was going to pass out. “Let’s not give her a badtime. Let’s choose two.” In response he only pouted in petulant annoyance.

She quickly scanned all the owls. Her eyes stopped at a grey one thatwas gazing right back at her with its yellow eyes entirely open. The owl wasone of the most funny looking owls there. The face it had was priceless. Shecouldn’t help to see Bokuto from the corner of her eye. He was gazing at her inthe exact same way the bird in front of her was, which made the whole situationfunnier. She smiled, and faced him. “I want to take this because it looks likeyou.”

“Like me?” He moved his arm so he could see the owl more clearly. Hemoves his had to a side, and the owl followed. He tilted his head, and the owlfollowed again. Bokuto grinned. “Oh! I see what you’re talking about!”

“We’ll take that one to our table,” she said to the waitress.

“Wait, I want another one.” Bokuto said taking a couple of steps backwhen the waitress walked to him ready to take all of the owls off of him. Shewas simply impressed by how calm the owls on Bokuto’s arms were.

He started to look at them one, by one. A frown appeared on his face. Hewas notable frustrated by having to choose only one. They spent twenty moreminutes there. By then the waitress had grown impatience.

____ cleared her throat. “I think we need to leave the aviary,Bokuto-san.”

“AH! I choose the smallest one,” he said defeated. She was surprised byhis choice. She had sworn he would choose the biggest owl. Then again, if youlooked at the small, puffy brown owl with the same big yellow eyes as the otherthey had chosen, you would understand why it was impossible to leave it behind.

If relief looked like something, it was the face of the waitress whenBokuto decided which owl he wanted, and finally let her take the rest of thebirds off of him.

He sighted with grief when they were almost obligated to leave theimprovise aviary. She rubbed one of his forearms trying to console him. Shefelt a couple of bumps on it. She gasped.

“Bokuto-san, your arms are full of scratches,” she said alarmed. He checkedthem out.

“You’re right.”

“Must have been from the owls’ claws,” she said as she delicately held his armstudying the wounds totally unaware of the sudden pinkish color on Bokuto’sface. He swallowed hard, and shook his head trying to recover his cool.

“Go to your table, please,”said the waitress behind them giving them a little push from behind breakingtheir little moment. She had enough of them.

After they sited, she brought two wooden stands, and then brought thetwo owls with their leashes, and secured them.

“Be gentle with them,” said the waitress leaving two pair of thick,leather gloves on the table.

If they hadn’t tormented the waitress enough, now they were too busywith the owls to even look at their menus.

Unlike Bokuto, she had been afraid of holding the bird. It’s persistenteyes on her made her even more nervous. He moved his chair beside her, andhelped her get the own on her hand. She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh, orcry. The animal couldn’t keep its eyes off of her.

“It’s going to bite me.”

“No, don’t worry,” he said reassuring her. The owl moved on her armcloser to her face. She moved her head away from the bird, and closer to him.

“It’s coming for me,” she whispered terrified. He inevitable laughed,and the bird flapped its wings. She shrieked. “Time to put you back on thestand.” She laughed nervously as she shook her hand so the bird would get off.Once she succeeded, she sighted relief. “I don’t know how you do it.”

Bokuto shrugged. He was abnormally calm looking straight at her. Hiseyes were piercing through her. She had never been victim of such a look. Ifthe owl had gotten on her nerves, those eyes were about to send her intocardiac arrest. “It’s all about trusting nothing will happen to you, I guess.”

She swallowed hard. “Well, maybe next time I’ll try that.”

“Are you ready to order?” the voice of the waitress asked out ofnowhere. She turned to face her. Bokuto frowned. That lady was definitely ontohis case. It was the second time that day she had interrupted them. She wassurely taking her sweet revenge.

The rest of the evening went smoothly. Bokuto was sure the waitress keptroaming them making sure he treated the owls well, and making sure she wasthere to interrupt any kind of advance he dared to make.

Needless to say, _____ had to make a great effort to take Bokuto out ofthat place. It was getting late, and she had to get home. After she literallydragged him out of the café with all the strength she possessed, they took thebus back home.

On their way, Bokuto couldn’t stop complaining about the waitress, andhow they should let people stay in the aviary. She shook her head. She waslooking at the photos they had taken. She stumbled with the photo of Bokutocovered in owls. She couldn’t help to smile.

“This is a really good photo of you,” she admitted out loud. Bokutoraised his eyebrows and looked at it.

“Send it to me! I’ll show it to Akaashi on Monday.”

She nodded. She stared at the photo a couple of seconds, and then staredat Bokuto. She would be lying if she said she didn’t have a great time withhim. Her friends had texted all day, but she had purposely ignored them.

She had said she didn’t want to jump into conclusions, but by then theday had felt like a date, more than just a casual gathering. She suspiredmaking him to look at her.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes, I… I had a good time. Thank you for today,” she said. Bokuto’seyes opened wide reminding her of the owl she was incapable to carry. He wasastonished, and she felt confused there for a second.

“Really? You really had a good time?” he asked as if he couldn’t believewhat he heard.

“Yes?” she chuckled. “Why? Why is it so hard to believe? Today was fun.”

“You want to do it again?”

Now she was totally puzzled.

“Do what? Go to the owl café again?” He shook his head.

“Go out with me,” he bluntly said.

A remarkable bright pink blush, that Bokuto would never forget, appearedon her face. She smiled nervously.

“Yes. I would gladly go out with you again… on a date.”

“Yes, another date,” he confirmed.

And there was her answer.

The oddest thing about the whole situation probably wasn’t how he hadasked her out, or the place he had taken her to. It was that she was looking forwardto the next time. She was already inpatient for their next date.

How odd was to think she might have fallen for Bokuto in an aviary.

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