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snzunii · 3 years

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— SEE YOU AGAIN [15]

+ summary. in which, you and sanzu are in a very chaotic marriage,

+ tags. romance, fluff, heavy (?) angst, modern au, smau, arrange marriage au, college setting, use of profanities, eventual smut, 18+

+ note. hello, i know this update took too long im v sorry :< huhu shakdjashd anw, here it is. hope u guys enjoy. likes, rbs, and replies are always appreciated <3 i keep 'em all in my heart hiho lemme know what u think <333

this isn't proofread, i'm sleepy it's 4 am here ahdkshsk close ur eyes on the errors 😴 there's like paragraph after four pics just in case hehe so u dont scroll on the pics for the last part

+ status. on-going

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“You done with my phone?” you asked Haruchiyo with your eyebrows raised, he just grinned at you and handed you your phone, you just went away for a while to buy more tokens and have no clue as to what your friends and husband are talking about, “What did you tell them now- what the fuck.”

“What? She was asking.” he answered nonchalantly and intertwined your fingers together, “Where do you want to go next?”

“You know I still have classes later and you dragged me here.” You said, “If I fail that subject, it’s your fault.”

He just shrugged his shoulders and smiled at you, “Okay, blame it all on me, baby.”

You shook your head and followed him anyway. There's no single doubt that you’re feeling all sorts of guilt—however, holding Haruchiyo’s hand, him telling you how much he loves you—it’s a different feeling, isn’t it? It’s wondrous, you feel like you’re on top of the world.

It seems like yesterday, you were bawling your eyes out but now you have a huge smile on your face.

You got what you always wanted, just like what Kakucho said earlier. There's no serious harm done, you're supposed to be with him even before Naomi came in the picture.

Naomi’s just a little bump in the road but why do you still feel like you’re the second option in this? Why do you feel like you took Haru away from someone else?

“Haru.” you called his name, you flashed him a smile as soon as he turned his head to your direction, “Let’s play that one.”

“Alright!” he cheered a bit loud causing other people to look your way, but Haruchiyo didn't care. Why would he care, he doesn't even know these people and probably won't see them again, he thought.

“Can you calm down?” you said, Haru just stuck his tongue out at you and placed his arm around your shoulder.

“Whatever. Can you even shoot a gun? Can you aim?” he cockily said with an arrogant grin on his lips. You don’t even know if you want to smack him in the head or kiss him on the lips so that he can shut up, you know how flustered he gets when you kiss him—that would totally shut him up.

“That’s not a real gun, Haruchiyo. What the fuck are you saying? And, can I aim? Can you? You can’t even pee right. Look at our toilet seat, there's pee everywhere. I swear I will-”

Once again he covered your mouth. He frowned when he felt your tongue on his palm, “Are you licking my hand? Did you know I scratched my ass with this hand.”

“Fuck you!”

…

“I got more kills than you, can you aim?” you raised your eyebrow at Haru with a proud smile on your lips. The pink-haired idiot turned to you with a pout and placed his arm around your shoulder, “So? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I just…” he pursed his lips, “I let you win. Because I love you, okay?”

You snickered and pinched his nose, “If you say so. Loser.”

“I’m not!”

“Loser.”

“I see, the married couple are bickering. We can come back.” you both turned to the person who just spoke.

Right, Hina and Takemichi are also at the arcade. “We’re not. He just can’t accept that he’s a loser. So, anyway. What are you two up to?”

“We’re about to ride the ferris wheel outside. You want to go with us?”

You turned to Haru and he nodded at you with a warm smile on his face, he reached for your hand—intertwining your fingers together as you both walked behind the other couple. “Remind me that I have something to give you when we’re on the ferris wheel.”

“Okay?” you responded, wondering what surprise he got up his sleeves now.

You reached the line for the ferris wheel, Sanzu wrapped his arms around your waist while waiting in line—Hina has a big smile on her face as she watched the both of you—of course, Hina knows how happy you are right now, you always tell her how much you wished for this, and now you have what you always wanted.

She’s happy for you, the look on your face while you laugh and look at Sanzu was so refreshing to see.

She was there when you were down and now you’re so mirthful that she wishes you’d stay that way—that you’d never feel that broken again.

What more can happen anyway? You love each other, it’s in your eyes. No one can get in the way, right?

“Excuse me.” she called for the two of you, bursting your own little world, “I hate to burst your bubble but it’s our turn if you still want to ride.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly which Hina mimicked, you rode the pod behind them. Once you got on, you immediately turned to Haru with a questioning look on your face.

“What?”

“What are you going to give me?”

He laughed, pinching your cheeks lightly. You rolled your eyes, scenes like this are a total cliché for you, but you can't help but feel giddy—it’s true what they say, you’ll never know the feeling unless you’re the one experiencing it.

Well, you never thought you will experience dumb romantic shits but here you are.

“Can you wait? When we’re on the top or something.”

“Fine.”

Haru just smiled at you while you’re still wondering what he wanted to give you, not until you reached the top, the astonishing view of the city greeted you—the busy streets and the pretty lights from the tall buildings were certainly a treat for your eyes.

“Okay.” you turned to your husband once you heard his voice, “Remember this?”

You didn't think you could smile as wide as you did before, “Haru… you kept it?”

He nodded, grinning at you—if your heart could explode there’d be bits of it everywhere. “Of course, baby.”

“Hey.”

“What?” he sniffed, wiping his tears with his arms as he turned his back on you, “Go away.”

You giggled, disregarding what he just told you and squatted in front of him, “What’s the matter, Haru? Did Omi tease you again? You want me to fight him?”

“Yeah.” he snorted, causing you to frown, “Like you could take him.”

You raised your eyebrow, did he just tell you that you’re weak? But then again, you’re not there to fight your best friend, you’re there to console him in whatever made him cry. “Excuse me?! Then can you tell me why you are crying?”

The ten-year-old boy looked at you with tears brimming at the corner of his eyes, “Because you have such an ugly face it makes me want to cry.”

“Really?” you smacked his arm, “Okay, then. Don't talk to me.”

“I’m just kidding!” he laughed, you can't help but smile—he’s always the brightest when he’s laughing, you know? But what you don't know is he beams the most when he’s with you.

It’s as if he didn't cry earlier—which you still don't know why, “It’s nothing.”

“If it’s nothing then why are you all snotty at the corner?”

“It’s because I’m always left alone. I won the contest earlier, right?” you nodded, you can't forget how proud you are at him while watching him on stage at your school earlier, “Then… Omi just had to do something great too. It’s petty-”

“You're ridiculous.” you laughed, “You're not left alone. You have me.”

Before he could even speak, you removed the charm bracelet that you’re wearing with your initials on it and reached for his arm, “Don't you ever think that you're left alone, okay? If you ever feel like that just look at this bracelet then you’ll remember that I’m always with you. Stupid.”

“So, you’re giving it back?”

“No!” he immediately denied, “This is mine.”

He reached for a box in his pocket, “This is yours. I was supposed to give you this on our anniversary with the necklace but it wasn't ready then.”

“C’mere.” he softly said, you carefully stood up from your seat since the pod will move, he reached for your wrist as soon as you sat beside him, “I had this custom made, they don't sell these anymore, you know?”

You chuckled, “Of course, we bought that years ago.”

“There. Now we’re matching.”

You bite your lip, trying to contain the big smile plastered on your face as you look at the charm bracelet—with his initials on it this time.

“Haru.” you turned to him, cupping his cheeks with both your hands. His heart beats uncontrollably when you close your eyes and press your lips on his—he reciprocates your kiss, closing his eyes as he relishes this heartening feeling around the air—as banal as it seems, it felt like his whole world was in slow motion.

He can hear his and your heart beating in sync. Fuck it, he loves you intensely that he wanted you close—so close that you can never slip away from him.

That he wished that you’d never feel what you feel for him for someone else any further. That you’d only love him—because he’s the same for you.

But you know he never had to worry about it, all that you feel and all of you were always meant for him.

“I love you.” he whispered once you both pulled away.

You giggled, deciding to tease him with your answer. “Yeah, okay. Let me think about what I feel for you, okay?”

He scrunched his nose as he flicked your forehead, “Funny.”

...

two months after — summer break

infos !

naomi and yua are cousins, they're very close.

sanzu doesn't know. he just know that naomi has a close cousin back home—she mentioned her name, but he forgot.

yua knows sanzu, that's why she also rejected sanzu back then when she thought he's really courting her bcos she knows he's her cousin's ex.

haru cried on the flashback cos their parents gave takeomi the limited edition car collectible that he wanted :< but after he got yn's charm bracelet he didn't think much about the car hehe

...

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ohheyitsokay · 3 years

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Omg I'm SO sorry!!! I'm the soulmates pain AU anon, I was completely aware you were the one with the milestone!! I saw the post through Molly's rb and I was almost completely sure I had opened your blog to send you the ask but alas, the Tumblr app can never give you any certainties. That long-ass message was completely dedicated to you, I still can't quite grasp how I managed to send it to scribbledghost 🙄🙄🙄 Sorry!!! Congrats again, I love you!!!!

for reference a Din Djarin x reader soulmate request where your soulmate feels your injuries and pain

hello, dear heart!

I wanted to say, before anything else, thank you. I've reread your words multiple times since you sent this, confirming they were to me, and they really mean the world to me. thank you so, so much! anyway, your idea is fantastic, I had a lot of fun with this one! I hope you like seeing what I did with your already wonderful thoughts 💕

ps it's well documented that I'm a big fan of sprawling thoughts, so please never apologize for sharing them!

warnings: mentions canon-typical injuries, a bunch of fluff. at least enough for a couple of throw pillows

soulmate requests / follower celebration

There's a short burn on his forearm when he wakes.

Din stares at it, wondering at the dull ache, trying to place the injury from yesterday's adventure when it hits him. Hot and golden warmth, flooding through his chest, thawing his flesh against the cold filtered air.

It's one of yours.

A burn, on his forearm.

And selfishly, indulgently, he pauses for a moment, mind slipping away from duty and expectations to dwell in the daydream of his soulmate.

First, his mind creates an image of a blurry mandalorian caretaker, gently moving around a kitchen in the covert. You stir a pot, tapping the spoon on the side before setting it down. Hearing distant calls, you turn too quickly and oh - a sliver of burn along your arm.

Din wants to help, wants to pull you away from the domestic .... danger, and he rushes forward. Your helmet turns to him and he almost sees it - before his mind can no longer produce the answers he aches for late at night.

The second image is of you, in armor as gleaming as his own, in a thick, unrecognizable forest. The hairs on his neck are at full attention, already subconsciously wanting to shout - but you don't need his help. You're breathtaking in all versions of his daydream - but watching you fight with practiced ease punches the air from his lungs. For a moment he feels self-conscious of his awkward maneuvers and slapdash fighting but then his mind pulls him back. You're protecting someone, or else you wouldn't have messed up - you never do, injuries from you are too rare - but you shove them behind you, shooting an enemy over your shoulder before your helmet snaps back. There are so many - you're surrounded - and a hot, sharp blaster bolt grazes your forearm before your fury is truly unleashed.

He runs his fingers over the burn, almost giddy at the possibilities.

Mandalorians are few and far between, but he's grateful he has a soulmate, and even more thankful you've kept yourself out of harm's way almost entirely, since you'd been connected.

As he dons his layers, the shine of his armor reflects bruises and scrapes littered across the expanse of his skin. His own, from his journey, and one beautiful little burn from his soulmate.

And then they're covered, and the armor is tied securely in place, and he leaves his daydreams in the room as the ship door slides unceremoniously shut.

You hiss at the burn, clutching your arm.

Great. Just what you needed - another injury to add to your impressive collection.

At least my soulmate gets a gift from me this time. You roll your eyes.

The vendor next to your stall is a sweet lady, already apologizing for her steaming pots and pans and offering you compensation.

The credits would be nice, but you could hardly justify taking anything, especially since it was your soulmate's fault your body was riddled with aches and pains in the first place.

Waving your hand, you accept her counter offer - a bowl of her perfect broth and noodles - before retreating. You sell cloth, from beautiful dyed lengths tucked away to sturdy, unstainable blacks, and it was days like today that you thanked your stars for that choice.

There's a thick pile in the middle that you perch on, sinking into the folds as your body cries at you, and you sigh over your soup in relief. The burden of waking to webbing bruises and sprawling scrapes and the more-than-occasional broken bone is eased by your stall - sitting and haggling until the sun goes down. That is, unless there's drama in the market, as it seems there is today.

In the distance you hear shouts, more than those of vendors selling meat on sticks to passing warriors and merchants - the taunts of drunkards.

Someone is coming, and you almost laugh when you see his form in the distance, because he's trying and failing to be inconspicuous. It's impossible, with his gleaming armor, but still he ducks into shadowy spots, forgetting - or maybe ignoring - their inhabitants.

"A Mandalorian has graced our market," your neighbor remarks dryly. They were respected, but it was well known that chaos followed them. You share a look, both wishing you were wealthy enough to conpletely pack up shop. If anything, a logical person would put away most of the stock and hunker down for a few hours. Weighing the odds was difficult: if you were lucky, the chaos wouldn't bother your business, and shoppers might be drawn out, hoping for entertainment and spending as they waited. If you weren't, a wayward burst of plasma or blaster fire would destroy your whole month's stock.

You looked at him again, the Mandalorian kneeling down the street. His form was... almost handsome, formidable but careful. He was light on his feet, seemingly with gentleness on his mind, and it drew you in like a moth to flame. You decided to stay, and hope for the best, your curiosity pulsing like your bruises.

And you were lucky, that day, because he ducked away not a moment later, taking the exciment with him.

Until, he came back the next day, this time on the prowl, stalking up and down the edge of Dicer's Row, one hand on his blaster and the other atop a bulky, wriggling bag. This time, you ventured to stand, folding and refolding your displays as you watched him through your lashes.

And then he made his move, and you sighed, feigning a yawn to cover your disappointment from your neighbor's knowing smile. She shouldn't be wiggling her eyebrows over the box wall between you - honestly his type were more annoying than anything. A crash from the alley confirmed it: there was no way a guy like that cared about his soulmate. The gentleness from before was surely a trick of the light.

Your whole side lit up with pain, the impact of something hard against your whole side and you groaned, settling into your mound again. Any curiosity or attraction was snuffed under your annoyance and pain, and your mood soured like fruit left unpicked on the tree.

Selfish, you thought, glaring as a chicken ran squawking from the commotion. What a jerk.

The next day, you tried to maintain the sentiment, huffing as he wandered the stalls.

Why does he keep coming back?

You'd have thought his time here was over when he'd dragged that lowlife out of town yesterday. But here he was, buying a crock of soup at the stall next to you, and ignoring her comments about how he couldn't eat it with his helmet on.

She had warmed to him, since he'd put money in her pocket, chattering in a way that kept him stuck for long moments.

It struck you as strange - he almost seemed too awkward to leave, like her returned generosity actually meant something to him. A man like him... surely could've just walked away.

But he stayed for awhile, nodding and looking at the spoons she carved in her free time, and you almost thought he was looking at you, too. Then he ducked his head and planted himself in front of you, and certainly he was.

For all the years you'd spent weaving words to sell your fabrics and goods, you'd never been so speechless. The Mandalorian was large, sharp, shining edges and bulky canvas packs tied to his shoulders - he seemed out of place, filling your whole stall, shuffling as he loomed over you.

He asked for soft brown things - children's clothes.

"Of course, I - I mean, yes, just over here -" you tripped over your words, caught completely off guard by the shape of him, the feel of him just an arms width away, and his request. You stumbled from your seat, nearly toppling in your hurry and his gloved hand wrapped around your arm, catching you.

"You're injured," he stated not really asking. It was... overwhelmingly intimate, him knowing, and acknowledging it, like he cared.

"Yeah, my..." you swallowed, trying not to get lost in the dark glass inches from your face. "My self-centered soulmate keeps getting himself nearly killed."

Even with your heart thumping in your chest, you couldn't keep the bite from your words, bitterness having collected over years of nursing injuries that were consequences of someone else's actions. He didn't let go of you for a moment, his helmet pulling back and tilting, like he was startled.

Then he was cautious, unbearably so, releasing his grip like a child freeing a captured creature when it was time. The topic was dropped, and he made his purchase quickly, but before he left, he paused. The Mandalorian's gloved hand ghosted over your cheek, slowly moving a hair back into it's place, and if you hadn't known better, it was almost an apology.

And then, thick cape swirling in the dust, tiny clothes in tow, he swept away, leaving you along with your whole body alight with a foreign longing.

Din felt as though he'd been stabbed.

Hot, hot feelings poured through his chest, spreading fast as fire as he desperately tried to sort through them.

You - you were incredible, fragile and bruised, with the most stunning, determined eyes he had ever seen. Not a Mandalorian, and you had a ... a soulmate, a fucker who left your skin littered with marks, burdening you with ...

He felt panicked, shocked, and guilty, just as he had when you'd told him. It had never occred to him that his soulmate might be there... out there, constantly burdened by his recklessness. His body screamed for attention, something he so often ignored, but this time, he was almost deafened by it.

His feet, legs, arms, chest, heart - all of them wanted him to return to you, in your little fabric stall. To... what? Truly, he hadn't the slightest idea, so his mind won out, shaking a little to try to reign in the muscles that he'd taught to obey him.

He couldn't go to you.

But, he couldn't stay away.

He was back in the market, and this time, he wasn't being subtle about staring at you.

Tall and ... slow, he waded through the crowds, making his was towards you like he was following a careful path.

"Can I help you?" You stood, moving almost involuntarily towards him. "Was there something wrong with my -" he was already shaking his head, hands reaching to make you shush.

Waiting, an irrational part of your mind wished he would touch you again, would place his big hands on your skin and sooth the aches that haunted your life. It was unfair, but you didn't stop it, couldn't if you tried.

Carefully, he slid a single finger to your arm, pushing up your sleeve to reveal the little burn you'd gotten.

He was being gentle. It made you want to stomp your feet, jealously welling up in your heart like bile, bitter and hot. How could it be, that someone so powerful had learned so quickly, wanted to, and he wasn't - he wasn't even your -

Then he moved again, pushing up his own sleeve and your thoughts tumbled over each other. It was intimate, even more than before, desperately trusting, as his skin near glowed in the morning light. And there was a burn on his skin, hairs singled like they'd met the edge of a pot of boiling broth.

You wanted to punch him. This man has spent years tossing his body around like he had one one spare, making your own as brittle as bread crust and - you wanted to kiss him. This man had learned after a single day, the impact of his actions, and had been nothing but kind.

The forehead of his helmet pressed into yours, and the two sides of your mind compromised.

Later, words would come - they had to.

But now, your eyes closed, and you sighed. He had the rest of your life to make it up to you - and he would, you were sure.

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kyotarou · 3 years

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WHEN THEY REALIZED THEY WERE IN LOVE

characters: miya atsumu, hinata shoyo, ushijima wakatoshi

warnings: gn!reader, fluff

word count: 1.1k+ total

a/n: likes and rbs are appreciated!! <3

MIYA ATSUMU

he was the type of person who sought out relationships but said love was for “losers” if it didn’t work out

when he got with you, it felt like his whole world had changed

he was waiting for the moment that it’d all end, but it never came

even through all the bad moments, you stuck by his side

“’Tsumu!”

Your cheery voice echoed in the empty courtyard. School had let out for a while now—it was Friday, and Atsumu ached to go home, but he stayed for volleyball practice. To see you still on campus as the sun had begun to set was surprising to say the least. He was about to run into your arms when he remembered how he had treated you all day. Atsumu was dismissive and flat-out rude. He wasn’t upset with you or anything; he was simply feeling down and irritated and didn’t express it properly.

You greeted him with a smile before kissing him on the cheek. He felt something drop in his hand; looking down, it was a wrapped onigiri, similar to the one you had packed for lunch.

“Are you hungry? I saved one for you- You should eat after practice, it helps build muscle.”

“What are you doing here?” He ignored your questioned. “Do you have a club meeting?”

You shook your head. “No, it was yesterday. I was waiting for you, ‘Tsumu! I wanted to walk home with you if you don’t mind.”

It hit him so hard he nearly cried. The warmth in his chest, the butterflies in his stomach; it was overwhelming, but he loved it. With a jolt that he covered with a cough, he realized, with great certainty, he loved you as well. Atsumu wanted to say it, but he bit his tongue and smiled at you instead. He didn’t expect this day to come, the day where he found the love of his life, but here you were. There was no way in hell he was going to lose you.

HINATA SHŌYŌ

hinata’s love was unconditional

he was always told it was puppy love and that it would fade soon

but whenever he was around you, his affection only grew stronger

it wasn’t until later on that he realized powerful his feelings truly were

On the last day of school before summer break, Hinata wasted no time leaving. He mounted his bike and raced home with the excitement of the upcoming training camp and the fact that he no longer had to attend classes. More than anything, he was excited to spend time with you, the person who held a special place in his heart. With the sun beating down on him, he stopped by Ukai’s store to pick up ice cream and drinks.

Outside the store, he let his bike rest against the wall and dug through his pockets for his wallet. He came up empty-handed and frowned. Hinata rifled through his school bag (which was a mess to begin with), but nothing turned up except for a pen he thought he had lost weeks ago. With an irritated groan, he remembered he left his wallet at school. As Hinata mounted his bike again, he heard footsteps coming down the hill.

“Shoyo!”

Turning his head towards the source of the noise, he saw you running with sweat gliding down your cheeks. You were waving something small. When you came closer, he realized it was his wallet. His shock was quashed by worry when he saw how tired you were, bent over with your hands on your knees, gasping for air.

“You- left- this- at- school.”

You could’ve texted him and returned it the next day, but instead, you ran to him in the scorching heat. It was a small sacrifice, but it made his heart swell with happiness, and another feeling he couldn’t place his finger on. Whatever it was made him cup your face in his hands and press an eager kiss to your lips that grew deeper when you kissed him back. Your hand rested on the back of his neck to keep him close, but he pulled away, knowing Ukai would yell at him for making out in front of his store.

“Thank you,” he mumbled against your lips. His words, though seemingly mundane and out of basic respect, came from a deeper place in his heart:

Love.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

ushijima planned on settling for someone when he was older

you came into his life during his last year at shiratorizawa

he was scared your relationship would change his plans for the worse

over time, he learned that it made his life far from terrible

Ushijima’s stomach dropped when he checked his phone and saw several missed calls from you. In your most recent message, you told him you had missed your reservation at the restaurant and the table went to someone else. Ushijima packed his things hurriedly and raced out of the school gym. He cursed himself for being so forgetful; it wasn’t a habit of his, but for some reason, your date completely slipped his mind that day.

At home, he took a quick shower then got dressed. He would’ve put more thought into how he looked, but knowing how late he was, Ushijima paid no mind to his disheveled hair or wrinkled shirt. All he cared about was making it in time to see you.

He picked up a bouquet of flowers on the way. By the time he was at your front door, he was shaking in fear. The nervous thumping of his heart did little to calm him down no matter how many deep breaths he took. When you opened the door, he expected to be met with a scowl or yelling. Instead, you had a relieved smile and gave him a bone-crushing embrace.

“Wakatoshi,” you sighed. “I’m glad you made it.”

“I’m so sorry,” he babbled as he stepped inside. “I really am. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I completely ruined our date tonight and-”

A mesh of sweet, savory scents filled his nose. Ushijima glanced into the kitchen and saw two plates of hayashi rice laid out on the table. With a grin, you gestured for him to sit down and gently pried the bouquet from his hands.

“I made your favorite,” you said. “Hope it’s not too bad.”

“(Y/N)-”

“I know ordering takeout would’ve been easier, but I wanted to do something special for you. It’s date night, after all.”

“So... you’re not upset?”

From behind his seat, you laughed and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

“Of course not, Toshi. Life happens and things don’t always go our way. Don’t worry about it.”

Ushijima turned his head to give you a proper kiss on the lips before letting you settle in your seat. As you ate dinner across from one another, laughing and sharing conversation, he came to a new discovery, one that made his stomach flutter and cheeks warm.

He could do this forever.

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himiko-yumehellno · 5 years

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Saiouma Week Day Six: Appreciation Day

Title: Three Days to Set Up a Confession is As Easy As Cookies and Roses

Summary: Shuichi employs Rantaro's help to confess to Kokichi. Rantaro's got this.

Word Count: 2260

Note: I don't really talk about other writers or artists I like (I mostly just rb their stuff on Tumblr and leave comments when I can), buuut... I chose one of my favorite saiouma artists, @natsumiheart , for this day of Saiouma Week! The piece that inspired this fic can be found here. I'll admit that this fic only briefly mentions the comic that inspired it, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

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Rantaro wasn't new to being a wingman. He'd done it for plenty of his sisters before, and he was a frequent choice for people to go to for romance advice, even if he himself was aro. Still, he can't say that he had ever been in a wingman situation quite like this before.

Because not only was Shuichi requesting help from him in confessing to someone, but he was asking for help in confessing to Kokichi Ouma. AKA, the person literally everyone knew had a crush on Shuichi.

Except, it seems, Shuichi himself.

"I'm sorry, could you please repeat that? I want to make sure I heard right." Rantaro would have pinched his nose in exasperation if he wasn't so polite. Instead, he merely crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Shuichi, who was glancing to the side and not making eye contact. "You want my help in confessing to Kokichi?" The guy who calls you his beloved? The guy who flirts with you every other day? The guy who I hear endless talking from about how you're so amazing it should be a crime?

Shuichi shifted his weight, a frown on his face. "Er, yes, of course, if you don't want to, that's fine too, I just thought I should ask since you helped Kaede out with her and Kirumi, and, well..."

As Shuichi trailed off, Rantaro took a deep breath, letting it out and starting to plan how he could do this. Since he already knew both of them loved each other... "Alright, give me like, three days."

"What?!" Shuichi snapped his head up to look at him, jaw dropped. For once, he didn't seem to care that he was being loud, and his eyes were wide and he visibly struggled to find the words to express his surprise. "But – three?! How – I know you're friends with him, but –"

Shuichi's rambling stopped as Rantaro calmly put a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him with his trademark easygoing grin. Shuichi blinked at him, and Rantaro squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"Hey, don't worry about it, I'm serious. I'm gonna go find Kokichi and talk to him, so don't wait up on me, okay?"

Shuichi nodded slowly, seemingly coming out of his shock as he stepped back from Rantaro. "You... Are you sure you can help me in only three days?"

Rantaro wasn't surprised at Shuichi's surprise, since it had taken weeks for Kaede and Kirumi to get together, even with Rantaro's help. But on the other hand, what Shuichi didn't know was that his crush liked him back, and Rantaro was going to use that to his full advantage. "Yeah, I got it. I'm not a suspicious guy, remember?"

Shuichi couldn't hide his snicker at the inside joke that had come from one time the class played Clue, and Rantaro waved as he walked away, already pulling out his phone to call Kokichi and request a hang out.

Now, let's see if he can put this plan into action...

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Day one of Rantaro's plan: a hangout where Kokichi and Shuichi baked cookies together.

Rantaro hadn't needed to say anything more than "cookies" to get Kokichi to agree, and after a quick text to Shuichi to meet them in the school kitchen, the three of them found themselves mixing batter that Rantaro bought from the store yesterday after hanging out with Kokichi.

So far, Rantaro's favorite part of this whole thing had got to be when Shuichi walked into breakfast with Kaito and Maki, and Kokichi muttered to him, "Do we even need the sun anymore?" only to find, with quickly covered up elation, that Shuichi stayed after breakfast to bake with them.

Rantaro had snorted at seeing Kokichi hide his real emotions behind a cocky attitude. Kokichi had socked him in the arm.

That said, a close second favorite would have been when Kokichi called him over to "check if the batter looked right." Of course, he only called Rantaro over to talk without Shuichi hearing.

"Alright, avocado dork," Kokichi had hissed at him; his batter was perfectly fine, and Kokichi had wasted no time getting to the point. "I know you and your weird matchmaking thing. Are you trying to set me up with Shuichi?"

Rantaro only shrugged. "Maybe," he replied nonchalantly, and Kokichi punched him again, both because there was no way to tell whether or not that was a lie, and because it could be true. Thankfully, Kokichi wasn't very strong, and Rantaro didn't see any bruises when they finished up, and he went home with two happy friends, and a bagful of cookies.

Shuichi texted him and thanked him for the help getting closer to Kokichi today. Kokichi called and said he was going to steal all his cookies at midnight for trying to set him and Shuichi up today. Rantaro just laughed, made a tick mark on his calendar, and started preparing for the next day's matchmaking event.

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Day two of Rantaro's plan: trying to convince Kokichi to confess.

"C'mon, I'm sure nothing bad will come of telling him."

"'Nothing bad' my ass! He'll hate me even more than he normally does, obviously!"

Rantaro rubbed his forehead, giving Kokichi a deadpan look as Kokichi huffed and turned away, staring at the books laid out on the table in front of him. The few others in the school library didn't pay them much attention; their whispered debate was going nowhere, and Rantaro was starting to wonder if he should have brought Kokichi somewhere else to talk about this.

"Kokichi, Shuichi isn't really the 'hating' type. You know this. I know this. He's so far from the type of person to hate someone we have a literal fan club for him. You started it, shouldn't you know this?"

Kokichi muttered something under his breath that Rantaro couldn't hear. "Sorry, what was that?"

Kokichi picked his head up from where he had been scowling at a page about the physical geography of Mongolia. "I said, that he wouldn't believe me anyway! I'm too much of a liar; remember when I tried to warn Kaede about Miu pulling a prank on her and the dummie walked right into it anyway?"

"You're not much of a liar with me," Rantaro offered, but privately he had to admit Kokichi had a point. That hadn't been one of Kaede's better days, but oddly enough she became a little better at spotting Kokichi's lies after that incident. "And Shuichi knows you well enough to believe you when you're being serious."

"Hah!" Kokichi scoffed, just a tad too loudly, and quickly got shushed by a library assistant. Kokichi stuck his tongue out at them when their back was turned, then turned back to Rantaro with one of his more serious expressions, slumping in his chair. "I only lie less with you cause you buy me Panta – but that's a lie! ... And why should I trust that he won't start hating me after he knows a liar like me thinks of him like that? He hates liars like me; just accept it..."

Rantaro took in a slow breath as he watched Kokichi deflate. He hadn't wanted to play this card, but if Kokichi left him no choice...

"Give it a go, tomorrow afternoon, and if you do it I'll be DICE's getaway driver for the next month." Rantaro closed his eyes, but he already knew Kokichi was probably gaping at him. After months of pestering for Rantaro to join DICE or take part in their pranks, he was offering to be their driver, just like that? Rantaro held up a hand before Kokichi could say anything. "If it goes badly, you can just say your confession was a lie, right? Just make sure I'm there to see it happen."

Rantaro opened one eye, and was pleased to see Kokichi with a blank expression. That probably meant he was thinking it over; Rantaro knew he couldn't resist an offer like that, and smiled as he rested his head on one hand.

Kokichi took his time thinking. Rantaro waited patiently.

"Alright, fine!" Kokichi agreed finally, again being shushed as he had grown too loud again. Kokichi didn't stick his tongue out this time, instead grinning as he stuck a hand out at Rantaro. "You better buy me a box full of Panta too!"

"Of course." Rantaro took the offered hand, and as Kokichi shook it with a pretend air of dignity, Rantaro chuckled. Now, to see if he could get Shuichi to confess as a bonus...

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Day three of Rantaro's plan: picking out flowers with Shuichi.

It hadn't taken much pushing from Rantaro for Shuichi to agree to buy Kokichi flowers. Sure, he had been embarrassed about the idea at first, but they weren't arguing about confessing for a half hour (unlike with Kokichi), so Rantaro counted his wins. Plus, Kokichi was going to be stopping by Shuichi's place to confess in... Half an hour? Twenty minutes? Fifty? Kokichi was finicky like that, but Rantaro didn't mind. He just had to make sure they were done and back to the dorms by three pm.

Easy as... Oh, hey, cool, they dyed roses blue!

"Hey Shuichi, take a look at this," Rantaro called. Shuichi, a little down the aisle looking at some bellflowers, glanced up at him before heading over, eyes analytical.

"Blue... Roses?" Shuichi smiled, shaking his head as Rantaro chuckled. "Well, they do look nice. Do you think Kokichi would like them?"

"Honestly? Yes, completely." Rantaro smirked as he imagined Kokichi's face, being given blue roses by Shuichi. He didn't blush often, but Rantaro knew Kokichi's face would be bright red if Shuichi gave him something he found cool. "I think he'd find them interesting, don't you think?"

Shuichi narrowed his eyes at the flowers and tilted his head in thought; Rantaro shrugged and left him to it, checking his phone to text Kokichi and ask where he was currently.

Twenty minutes and a purchase later, Rantaro was giving Shuichi a last-minute pep talk as they headed towards the dorms of Hope's Peak. Shuichi brought up a couple of his concerns with Rantaro, but Rantaro shot them down as swiftly as they were spoken. Shuichi was nervous about what to say? "Just keep it short and simple. Offer the roses, say you like him, and wait for his answer." Shuichi was worried Kokichi would be lying if he said he liked him back? "Knowing him, he'll probably immediately declare his love was a lie, so you don't have to worry about being tricked, just accept that this is his way of turning you down. It's not the best way, but on the other hand, it's not the worst."

The pep talk was kept short, because as soon as they reached the second floor of the dorms, Rantaro paused, gave Shuichi a thumbs up, and pointed to where Kokichi was waiting with a tapping foot and an unusually sharp outfit outside Shuichi's room.

Shuichi gave a light gasp; he glanced to Rantaro once more for reassurance, and slowly, hesitantly, he made his way towards Kokichi. As Kokichi checked the watch Rantaro wasn't even aware he had, Shuichi quietly brought out the roses in front of him, seeming to shake off his nerves as he took a deep breath.

Rantaro held in a chuckle as he leaned on the wall next to the stairwell door.

C'mon... C'mon, notice hi – yes! Haha, eye contact made!

Kokichi had glanced up, and Rantaro had to try hard to hold in his giggles as he saw how red Kokichi got within a few seconds. Of course, a blink later and the blush was gone, and Kokichi was casually talking with Shuichi with his hands behind his head.

Rantaro couldn't hear them well, but that was a normal experience for him when it came to match making. He simply leaned forward a tad and strained to make out what they were saying.

"... -cy... ting you here!"

".... Wanted ... Wait, this is my room, why – nevermind."

"So? Does Shuichi ... something... say to me?"

Rantaro crossed his fingers. Do it, do it, do it, do it!

"Yeah, actually. I... you these."

Shuichi offered Kokichi the flowers, and Rantaro silently cheered as he watched Kokichi blush again, taking the flowers with what was probably a snarky comment, though Rantaro couldn't hear it from here. Shuichi went red as well, though not on the same level as Kokichi, and Rantaro inwardly happy danced.

Ooh, but it seems the show wasn't over yet. There were still the mutual feelings to confess!

"Ooh, why... Shuichi... ?

"Er... You see..."

Shuichi glanced back at Rantaro discreetly. Rantaro made sure to give him the very specific thumbs up and grin found in that HTTYD3 meme. Shuichi gave him a light nod, smiling, and turned back to Kokichi, taking a deep breath.

"I really like you, Kokichi. Romantically."

Rantaro beamed, pumped the air with his fist; he had to restrain himself from outwardly celebrating too much, but c'mon, who wouldn't be excited?! Especially when it involved a best friend? Rantaro sighed in relief as he thought about how he'd no longer have to listen to Kokichi's pining rants, and as he realized that he should probably leave and start planning how to tease Kokichi at their next hang out, he nearly missed Kokichi pull Shuichi down into their first kiss.

Rantaro chuckled and left, humming a song that played while he was at the flower shop.

Now, if only he could get Kaito and Korekiyo to stop being oblivious that easily...

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shes-the-king · 5 years

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Sliver of Moonlight: Part 2

It sure has been a year since I originally published this one shot hasn’t it

I’ll rb part 1 after this

Spot made his way back to the lodging house a bit before the other newsies would start to show up. He’d spent the day by the docks, staring off towards Manhattan from under the Brooklyn bridge. Davey had told him when they woke up that he should rest, and that maybe selling could wait a day or so. Not that he really felt up to selling anyway, when he thought about it. His back was sore and covered in bandages, and moving his arms or bending over aggravated his bruises too much to ignore.

When he got back, he flopped onto his bunk and closed his eyes.

It was just past 8:30 when Spot started to hear raindrops hit the window. No, not raindrops- these were too aggressive. Too inconsistent. He made his way between the beds and the small groups of rambunctious boys to investigate.

A cluster of tiny pebbles hit the window as he reached it and peered into the darkness. Spot opened the window and hesitantly stuck his head outside.

“Who’s there?” His voice was harsher than he meant it to be. The voice that answered back was significantly gentler.

“Spot? Is that you?” Davey Jacobs was standing below the window, gently backlit by the lights of the city around them.

Spot inhaled sharply before shaking his head slightly and rolling his eyes as he climbed out onto the fire escape. “Jesus, Jacobs.” He glanced back down, his eyes meeting Davey’s for barely half a second before he felt his face flush. “Why’re you here? It’s late.”

For once, the city was completely silent. The few moments before Davey responded were agonizing.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“And you decided the best course of action was to come all the way to Brooklyn and throw pebbles at my window like a fucking knight in shining armor?”

Davey’s eyes dropped to the ground. If he looked close enough, Spot could see the shadows Davey’s long lashes cast on his cheekbones in the dim light. Spot quickly amended his words with a small smile.

“Not that that’s not-”

“I can go home if that’s what you want.”

“No!” The objection escaped Spot’s lips before he could think. He could see Davey’s eyebrows raise just slightly, making his oh-so-gorgeous eyes widen as they darted back up to meet Spot’s, the split second where the corners of Davey’s mouth twitched upward so subtly it could’ve been his imagination. “You know what can happen this time of night. It’s not safe.”

Davey glanced away before smirking shyly. “Okay, I’ll learn from your mistake.”

“Just come inside.” Please. Spot could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he inhaled, trying not to hold his breath. God, Spot, just breathe.

“Alright.”

The roof was calm and deserted. A few windows still faintly glowed against the darkness of the city. A cool summer breeze leisurely swept over the rooftop, ruffling their hair a bit but otherwise disturbing nothing.

Spot carefully walked to the edge of the roof and sat with his back against the railing, motioning for Davey to follow. They sat for a moment, both savoring the silence and cursing it. The moonlight, diluted and softened by the clouds, was barely enough to illuminate the rooftop, but Spot could see its reflection in Davey’s hazel eyes.

“How’s your back? Any better?”

Spot exhaled, relieved by the small talk. “Feels a bit tight, but I guess that means it’s healing.” He glanced over to Davey, making eye contact for a split second before tucking his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. “I sat by the bridge all day. Rested.” Thought about you.

“And how’re you feeling?”

For once not knowing how to respond, Spot buried his face in his arms. Davey gingerly placed a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, you don't have to-”

“I don’t know, Jacobs.” He raised his head a bit, looking over his arm in Davey’s direction. Through the limited view he gave himself, he could only see the plaid pattern of Davey’s shirt, the colors washed out in the darkness. After a few seconds of trying to breathe, he turned his head back to center, staring back down at the rooftop between his feet. He could feel Davey move his hand to his other shoulder and resisted the urge to lean towards him. “I’m… confused? And scared and… and I don’t know what to do or what to say or-”

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

Spot sat up and turned to face Davey, who dropped his hand from Spot’s shoulder. “What was that? Last night?”

“What do you mean?”

Spot dropped his gaze, unable to look Davey in the eyes, opening his mouth and closing it before answering. “Was that all… real?”

Davey placed a hand on Spot’s. “I don’t know where you would’ve gotten the impression that it wasn’t.”

“Dave-”

“Honestly, Spot, you think I would’ve come all the way here tonight if I didn’t at least care about you as much as I do?” Davey curled his fingers around Spot’s hand and gave it a squeeze before using his other hand to lift Spot’s chin. “I don’t know if this is love yet, but I know I have feelings for you.”

Spot blinked. “Wait, but last night you said-”

“I was scared. I didn’t know if you felt the same way. And I was worried about you, Spot. There were more important things to focus on last night than whatever my feelings were.” Davey moved his hand so his fingers rested behind the base of Spot’s neck. “I still don’t quite know what they are, but I want to find out.”

As Spot exhaled, feeling the tension release from his shoulders and letting the corners of his mouth turned up into a soft smile. Davey responded with a quick grin. God, he was beautiful.

When Davey leaned in to kiss him, Spot laced his fingers through Davey’s and grabbed his waist with his other hand, pulling Davey closer to him. Davey seemed to have the same idea, his hand behind Spot’s head, guiding Spot’s lips towards his own.

This kiss was different from last night’s. This was more confident, more careless, more reckless. Spot no longer feared his feelings weren’t reciprocated, or that what happened might just have been a product of the stress and emotions of yesterday. There was no time to question when they might have the chance to simply exist like this again.

When Davey finally pulled away and leaned back against the railing, Spot sat next to him, much closer this time. He rested his head on Davey’s chest as Davey slid an arm around his shoulders and rested the other just above his hip. Spot threw his arm over Davey’s stomach and took a breath. For the moment, it seemed both were content to lie like this, wrapped in each other’s arms, pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist and staring up at the cloud-shrouded moon.

#newsies #newsies writing #spot conlon x davey jacobs #dot #spot conlon #davey jacobs #fluff #my writing #hey look guess who did a writing again #guess I'll have to edit my masterlist #sliver of moonlight isn't a one shot anymore #sliver of moonlight #it my BOIS #I finally wrote this #after a year of people requesting part 2 #I did it #are you proud of me

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fossadeileonixv · 3 years

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WTF - Milan-Juve Ramblings

Anyone else need a day off yesterday?

Let’s take a look at what happened, back to front.

A harsh scoreline for Donnarumma. I can’t think of anything he did wrong. It was just a game where he wasn’t able to come up with any spectacular saves. Is there any fault in that? Not really.

I’m having a hard time understand all the Romagnoli hate after this game. The first goal he covers his guy in Dybala. The second maybe he could have closed down more. Maybe? The last goal.... can anyone tell me where Theo is?

Speaking of Theo..... what the hell man. What the hell??? He was beyond lazy all day long giving Chiesa way too much space again and again. Maybe he didn’t have much help, but that’s no reason to get abused like that. It was like we were playing on 10 men. Funny thing is as bad as the first 2 goals are can anyone tell me where he is on the last one? I don’t even see him in the screen for 10 solid seconds. Not only was he the FOTM this was probably the worst performance by any Milan player in any game all season. This after having 14 days off.

Kjaer and Dalot were wonderful. I remember one nice cross from Cronaldo late but otherwise virtually nothing came from Juve’s left side. Kudos to both.

The midfield.....

Maybe not the game for 4231? More on that later.

There was confusion. Lot’s of confusion. Especially early on. Calabria kept flowing to his right, as a RB is wont to do, and it meant the whole formation kept sagging that way. I mean.... Ronaldo is over there I get it. Problem? That left Dybala and Chiesa, 2 great one on one players, with lots of one on one chances in loads of space. Not good. It was like we had 7 guys on one side of the pitch and only 4 on the other. Juve took advantage of that all game long. Kessie tried but he must have felt quite lonely.

If Theo was FOTM then Hauge was vice FOTM. Horrible. As I’ve discussed on here again and again in the 4231 we play the wingers have to work and run. They just have to. He didn’t. It’s not an excuse for Theo playing like crap but at the same time Hauge should have been far better. Hard to tell whether he’s just out of form, out of shape or in over his head. Does that all make Hauge FOTM? Maybe!

Hakan was great. Same with Leao. I lump them together because both have been accused of being lazy/disinterested in the past. That wasn’t the case today. Both were all over the pitch making plays and setting players up for chances. Those chances just usually went wanting. Co-MOTM.

Casti did the work but just couldn’t bury his finishes. I thought he did a great job tracking and working to help cover as much space as possible with Calabria being in a new spot.

Pioli was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Before the game I was all for the formation he started with. It made since not only positionally but because we also had subs available at each spot. If you start Diaz in the AM spot and Hakan in midfield you would have had no subs. No bueno.

In retrospect.... maybe 4231 was not the way to go? Again like I said before 4231 requires wingers that work. Your 2 best, Rebic and Saele were out. Casti is fine but there’s a reason he’s a backup. Hauge has proven he can give you 30 good minutes at best. Diaz? You can’t put him out wide for 90 minutes. Maybe a more conservative 433 with more cover would have been better? But then you are not only moving guys into different positions but you are also throwing a new formation at them.

Ugh.

I think he did the best he could but Juve was just way too good. There’s nowhere to hide against them. Especially when they could bring on the subs that they could.

QUICK THOUGHTS

- Theo’s 2 worst games have come in big games against Inter and Juve. That sucks. In neither of those games did he have Rebic in front of him. At this point his importance to how we want to play can’t be ignored. Especially in big games.

- Chiesa was phenomenal. That’s as close to a perfect 10 as you can get. Only thing he did ‘wrong’ was hit the post once. Otherwise it’s a hat trick and he gets an 11. I was quietly hoping Pirlo would do something dumb like put him on the left with Ronaldo and started Kulusevski on the right. That would have made our lives so much easier. Didn’t happen.

- It’s in a game like this where you need players to ‘do a job’ in different spots. It’s exactly the kind of game where the limitations of Diaz come up. Besides playing in the hole as a vice-Hakan type I’m not sure what else he offers. In a back and forth game like this where tons of ground needs to be covered he’s sort of useless.

- We are in first place, 7 points from 4th and after these back to back Torino games only have 4 games in a month. It’s time to get rested and recharged before the second half flurry of games. Keep in mind we still haven’t hit the halfway point of the Serie A season.

Cheers

Lisi

PS: Play as many kids as possible and fall out of the Coppa Italia. Please.

PPS: I change my mind. Hauge gets FOTM.

#IMIT

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