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omgggg, that Toji x reader (*plus* Naoya) was incredibleee, ignore me if you want, I know you made Toji chosing to keep distance from reader and Megumi permanently BUT what if one day he ends up finally seeing Megumi, either personally or by pictures/videos 🥺 We know Megumi it's the spitted image of him, I mean, Gojo's face when he saw him for the first time said it all 😅 And also knowing his baby has the Ten Shadows technique (I cant stop thinking about how proud he was in the canon manga/anime 🥺 he always KNEW from the start Megumi was blessed/gifted, since his first breath, the fact Toji named him is not random) making the entire Zenin clan eat their shit

Heya anon!!

I'm so glad you liked it heheheheheheh a oneshot that I didn't intend to write but it just happened!! aren't we glad it did? lol

I didn't mean to ignore you, I was only focusing on other things first 😅 oof, I still have lots of request to go through, which I plan to do it slowly but surely...

Anyways, I might've not gone down that route, however... why not something angsty? I mean 😏I've had this in my mind so... yeah 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

Warnings: mentions of infidelity. Pregnancy. Naoya is, unfortunately, a prick. this is the oneshot anon is talking about. 100% read that first hehe. this is an AU from that, so the second part doesn't count??? I guess. excuse the proofreading. also I haven't written toji that much so please excuse my oocness as well ahahahahha :')

Happy reading!

As much as the three hoped to ignore the bases of your pregnancy, behave as it didn’t rise from an adulterous act, a direct transgression to the principles of the Zen’in, and keep it a secret, it wouldn’t take long before the guilt in each other’s mind began to weight heavy on their mind, ultimately betraying them and revealing the truth to the light, excusing the angered elders to finally get rid of two birds with one stone.

“Where—Where does this accusation even come from?!” You gasp, blood turning cold at the implication—at the notion of the truth. “Do you know the gravity of such words?!”

“Better than you of the act, it seems.” Another accuses. “We were quite aware of the rumors surrounding your ill-fitting behavior, but we never believed it would actually extend to this point!”

“I—I won’t tolerate neither of you disrespecting me!” you cry. “Nor will Naoya for that matter!”

But calling for his aid would no longer prove sufficient, for Naoya, too deep in his own insecurities by that point, had come to the disheartening conclusion that this situation had gotten way out of hand for a simple diversion.

A supposed act of mercy.

He shouldn’t have let this happen in the first place, should’ve respected what you and your marriage represented, what meant to him, and discard his pity for Toji—the man has been alone most of his life, what difference would that make that now?

But he didn’t, he allowed you to go to Toji—no, he handed you over to him, thinking he was doing something right for his cousin, or perhaps something deep inside him was allured by the sick idea of you being with another man and now, he was suffering the consequences.

Consequences he did not like, not one bit—because it got too real for him: you were now pregnant, with Toji’s child, and not his.

And this only highlighted what he considered the pitfalls of this relationship, a strike against his ego and the supposed inability to beget children, a rumor that grew bigger and bigger by each passing day, spreading like wildfire to the point where even outsiders became aware of it.

Which, for a prideful man like Naoya, was only a nightmare.

He loved you, he really did—Naoya never envisioned spending the rest of his life with anyone else…

But he loved his pride more, and when his clan began to actively confront him about it, he couldn’t take it anymore.

And thus….

“…Naoya?”

“This marriage was broken before it even started.” Your husband would say, unexpected words that pierced straight to your heart. “My family advised me well in avoiding you, but I falsely believed I could achieve differently.”

“What—what are you even saying?” you breathe. “What do you mean by—by differently?”

And… where does everything you lived with him stand?

The time you spent with him, the sweet nothings he’d whisper into your ear, to love you both swore to one another, reminding each other that there was no one else that compares…

And that you were the only woman who has ever made him feel this way—loved— and would do everything in the world to make happy…

Was it… all … a lie?

All for… nothing?

Or were you the only one that actually believed the other’s words?

“I cannot look past these transgressions.” Naoya continues. “You’ve left me no choice.”

“But you—you made me do this!” you gasp. “I never—I never wanted to be with anyone else! All this time, my heart only belonged to you! How could you—how could you abandon me after all we’ve gone through together?!”

Naoya doesn’t say anything else anymore, instead, he simply turns around, exiting the room to leave you in the hands of the vengeful elders who did not hesitate to do what they had long desired—banish you from the estate.

Swiftly yet cruelly, you wouldn’t be able to take anything with you, not even a change of clothes or even money (you didn’t even ask for much, just enough to survive the week) as you were forced to face a new life of your own—alone, pregnant.

Going back to your family was also out of the question; the shame that you’d bring upon their name was one the Zen’in didn’t not waste time to remind them of—at the end, there was only so much your father and siblings could do against the invasive ways of the elders, and perhaps, a part of them deep inside, were also disappointed that you’ve succumbed to such foul thing.

And so, you were tossed onto the street, with nothing more than the clothes you were wearing, whatever you had for savings throughout the years, managed to take it out before either clan could close your account—but most importantly, with a broken heart you believe will never heal, not after the grave wound your husband’s indifference inflicted on it.

The pain you couldn’t even mourn properly due to all the things you had to worry about now.

The first thing you did was search for a place to stay, though getting one was proving to be an almost impossible task.

Thankfully, you were allowed to keep one other thing, maybe it eluded their minds when all this was happening, but you’re not going to question why when it was going to help you pay for a roof.

Naoya’s ring, your wedding ring, was something many would consider expensive, the kind of flashiness expected from a prestigious family like the Zen’in.

You remember a time when any kind of ring would’ve been enough for you to marry him. You didn’t need anything extraordinary to commit your life and heart to him.

That’s nothing but a far cry from what you felt now.

It still hurt to pawn it, but it was the only way you could accommodate yourself and the unborn child inside you, in the only area you could afford with what you got, for even then many suspected that your ring… well, had dubious origins.

When was the last time you even had to worry about the costs of living? Food, clothes, water…?

Many years—it had to; ever since you got together with Naoya, he’s been the one that took care of you.

You just had to say the word and he’d disappear all of your worries—even from the simplest of wants, Naoya indulgingly obliged.

It was a happy life you eventually considered for your child—imagining how happy they’d grow to be without a single worry, solely focusing on what they’ll have to play that day, or how to escape their over doting parents.

A long-gone dream, tossed to the side as a nightmare quickly took its place.

…

Did Naoya ever mean the words I love you?

Or was he doing all this just to keep you there, complying, just in case someone better came along, just like his clan wished would happen?

There mere thought of his devotion being nothing but an act tightens your heart with sorrow once more, gifting you the tragic notion that perhaps, all this time, you never knew your husband…

Maybe ex-husband, by this point.

All that was left from those moments, the slightest semblance of that marriage was this baby, created from what you thought your unconditional devotion to him, turning out to be your very own downfall.

The only one that would know of these struggles would be your baby, the one to accompany you through the darkest point of your life, hopefully to a brigther dawn.

And yet… you’ve never felt so alone.

Time surprisingly, went quicker than you anticipated, though not as easy as you would’ve wanted.

Life in your new home was still very difficult to get used to, even when it’s been months since… that.

But with the job you managed to get (whatever place hired pregnant women—they’re supposed to be at home, some would say, you didn’t care.) and some extra jujutsu work you did on the side, you managed, enough to give you a, not exactly comfortable, but just enough lifestyle.

As long as you sacrificed all the things you once considered granted and turned them into luxuries: such as warm showers, take out, and the sweets you liked to indulge once in a while; your pregnancy has been horrible because of that, and that’s without considering the medical bills you’re struggling to pay as well.

But if that wasn’t enough, your noisy neighbors presented issues of their own as well.

You’re not going to deny that your presence there was like moths to a flame, starting from your somewhat suspicious acquisition—all cash—of the small house you were living in.

From there, your loneliness, alongside your pregnancy; single mothers were unheard of, or rather, highly criticized, thus, all eyes were on you, down to your smallest movement.

Yet, even then, as annoying as they were, you were ok as long as it meant you never get to see those that hurt you ever again.

However, what you want isn’t necessarily what’s going to happen, and that would be reminded of one fateful night with an unsuspecting knock, just after you were getting ready to go to bed.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone came to bother you, but it would be the first time someone did so at this hour, and with such insistence that far from worrying you, it made you angrily storm at the entrance, ready to demand who’d be so inconsiderate enough to visit you so late at night!

And you’d get your answer soon enough, in the most shocking, horrifying, if not sorrowful manner you could’ve possibly anticipated, prompting you to close the door as soon as you saw his face, or attempted to, his reflexes much faster than yours.

“Get—get away from me!” you shrieked, hands trembling as you did your best to hold the door shut against his overwhelming strength— but even your husband has admitted that in terms of power, he excels like no one else.

“Y/N—” he breathes, somewhat amused that you’d been able to hold him off as much as you could, though eventually he was able to break free from your grasp and enter your home, you step away from him soon after.

“What are you even doing here?!” you gasp. “No—that doesn’t matter! I don’t want to see you! I’m not going back!”

“I’m not here to take you back” He quickly responds, eyes falling down to your stomach, making his face soften at the subtle bump evident through your clothes—with this sight, he knows he can’t take you back.

“Then—then why are you here, Toji?”

Perhaps Toji needed to see through his own eyes, what the whispers went on about at the estate regarding your absence.

He wasn’t there when it happened, promised himself to be far away from you as soon as your pregnancy was announced to the estate.

Toji would’ve normally taken this opportunity to act on retribution against his family, rub it on their face that the future of the clan came from him, a low life.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do so when you cheerfully paraded around the halls, happy to finally be forming a family with your beloved husband, even though it wasn’t of his making.

For the first time in his life, he thought himself to be too cruel for having planned such atrocities against the only person that has never been rude with him, always welcoming him with a smile on your face, or at least whatever you permitted when not following Naoya around like a lost puppy.

And the baby… well, he won’t deny that he was glad that his child would have a vastly different life from his—with you as his mother, it couldn’t be any other way.

Or so he believed.

Even when promising to keep away, he still attempted to check in on you, especially now that you were pregnant, whenever he had to go to the estate that is. That day was no be no exception, begrudgingly coming back to see what else he could scam out of his family to ensure his living outside.

Toji’s slyly scanned the hallways for your figure, the briefest indication of such, either through your giggle, staff, or even his cousin’s annoying voice—there were moments where he imagined how delightful it must’ve been to have you by his side, instead of Naoya’s; to be receiver of your laughter instead of that man who clearly didn’t deserve you.

But even if it was with him, he still found comfort in the fact that you were around, there.

Not like now, gone from Naoya’s side.

In fact, you were nowhere to be seen! Not with your staff, not eating by the gardens, or even indulging in one of your husband’s idiocies.

Nothing.

And no one had seen you either.

Or more like didn’t want to say, that much became evident when he stomped his way towards a nearby staff member, demanding your whereabouts, only to be responded with a fret falsely feigning ignorance, or foolish diplomacy.

At the prospect of your disappearance, Toji felt his blood run cold, almost like the estate lost whatever little warmth it had, worsening each time he asked another servant, and he’d get the same answer.

The implications behind your absence were growing heavier in his mind, to the point it sunk his heart to his stomach…

And propelled him to the one person who would undoubtedly know where you were.

“Naoya—Where is Y/N?!” Toji commands the moment he sees the heir, the young man instinctively flinched at the sight of his angered cousin, almost as if he knew what was running through his mind and attempted to make a run for it, only to be stopped by the collar, dead on his tracks. “Do not run away, coward! Answer me!”

“She’s—she’s not here anymore.” Is what Naoya manages to squeak, but Toji doesn’t need to be reminded the obvious.

“Where. Is. She.” He hisses, the worst of his assumptions slowly becoming a reality. “What have you done to her?!”

“What—what needed to be done!” Naoya gasps. “I—I couldn’t allow it!”

Toji doesn’t remember much after Naoya told him that the clan decided she was better off on her own—only that the heir was on the floor, bloodied and whimpering while attempting to cover his face, either trying to control the throbbing of his skin, the blood from spilling anywhere else, or perhaps even shame.

No. It couldn’t be the last. To have done something like what he did required a shameless man to do so.

Nonetheless Toji didn’t bother to find out nor to be reprimanded, quick to assert what needed to be done and heading out the estate; he couldn’t even bother cursing those that had done nothing but the worst after the worst, each time a new low, for his mind solely pertained in finding you.

It took him a while to do so, as expected, but he knew it was only a matter of asking around for a woman that simply didn’t fit to do the job—and such, here he is now.

“I want—needed to see you.” Toji takes a step closer.

“Get—get away from me.”

“No, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“You were fine doing that before—what’s so different from now?” You spat.

“This is different, Y/N. You’re alone—and you need me.”

“I’m not alone—I don’t need you.” You gasp. “Get away from me or I’ll—I’ll call the police!.”

“If you don’t need me, then the baby does.”

It’s like he struck a nerve with his words, because soon after tears would begin to fall down your cheeks, revealing that the sight you attempted to portray, the strength you so fiercely put up against him, was nothing but a façade, a way to hide the fact that indeed, you needed help.

Exhausted from facing all these uncertainties on your own, afraid.

But not anymore, not when Toji was here, more than willing to step in, as seen in the way he swiftly holds you in his arms when he sees you almost faint from distress, attempting to comfort you as you continued to cry.

“Get— get away from me…!” you’d say again, still fighting against his hold. However, he doesn’t fight it, he simply allows you to vent, taking in all the pain and hatred your heart harbored from the moment you were kicked out of the estate. “Don’t touch me!”

“I’m not leaving” Toji insists, he feels you trying to squirm your way out from him, but his strength doesn’t allow it. “You can struggle all you want, but I’m not leaving you on your own—”

“What difference does it make to you? Your family abandoned me to my luck! And even forced my family to do the same!” you breathe, Toji’s eyes widen—he did not know that; his fury for the Zen’in grows, but this is not the time to deal with that. “They don’t care if I die on the street!”

“I know.” He murmurs, holding you tighter against him.

“And I—And I tried my best to—to move on, but I can’t! I can’t do it!” you sob. “I’m so alone, and scared, and—and ashamed! I don’t want to live like this anymore!! I don’t want to die!”

“…I know.”

“Why—why is this happening to me?! All I ever wanted was for—was for Naoya to love me. I never wanted anything else! I never wanted money, I never wanted to hurt anyone either! I just—I just wanted to live a happy life with him, to make him happy!

But then he—he tossed me away, at one thing he didn’t like, he acted like I didn’t even matter! He didn’t even put up a fight to defend me! he just—he just let them hurt me, like what we had was—a lie!

Did he never—did he even love me?”

Speechless, all Toji could do is continue holding you as you kept on pouring out your feelings, hearing the heart wrenching sound of your sobs that just kept reflecting how wounded you were by Naoya’s betrayal, the transgressions of his family, and the disappointment of yours.

And all because of something you didn’t even suggest in the first place. It was him who made his way into Naoya’s mind, and eventually, it was Naoya who pushed you into it, regardless of what happened later.

He wanted to do it; you know?

He wanted to go back there and murder them for all they’d done against you.

But when he left that place one last time, he promised he would stop thinking about himself, and start doing what is right—what was needed.

If Naoya wasn’t to step up and be a man, then he would.

Toji would gladly throw away his own pride, his own anger and thirst for vengeance, just to see you safe and happy once more.

Things your husband, could simply not—but he… he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“I promise you.” Toji would reassure you once carefully placing you down to the bed after tiring yourself from crying, followed by a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“I swear, Y/N— I will not let my family do the same things they’ve done to me to our child. Even if it costs me my life, I will do everything in my power to keep the two of you safe.”

And unlike your husband, he means it.

Yes, a second part is coming :) just gotta put this one out first hehe.

Anyways, it's not exactly what you asked but I think it's going there??? I mean Toji STEPPED UP and was like OK imma take care of my baby mama. also, here Naoya .I. put it where it fits. ugh, can't say we're done with him...

agihajkgksa I'm excited for what's to come, I haven't written this level of angst in a while!! oof!!!

Thank you so much for your patience and for sending this ask :> I'm super happy you've like my oneshot so much!! I hope you'll be able to like this too!!

Take care, and see you soon! ❤️❤️

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ruhorih4ra · 7 months

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Heeey!! It's been a while uh part. 9 ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ So, this chapter it's a flashback (most of it) to explain what happened during the week and how Mc gain another little D.

I had to split the chapt because it was longer than I thought (again).

Get out of my way 🌈

A week has passed since last time and things had certainly changed. “Don't worry, Lilith. That won't be necessary, Lilith.” The former angel was furious, however you couldn't really concentrate in her words.

“Look, man, I don't want to brag but this one is the Future King of the Devildom’s fountain pen,” a Little D. with yellow horns and gold chains declared, he was surrounded by the other Little D.'s “and I'm asking the reasonable price of 100, 000 grimms.”

You snorted, “I don't have enough.” while you checked your wallet Lilith rushed to your side with an expression of incredulity. “Is that what you’re worried about?!” “I need to return that, otherwise Lucifer's gonna kill me.” Lilith massaged her temples. “Lucifer, the one who let you skip a week of school so you could look for 'something'?” “He did that because he felt guilty!”

“He also took your council work out of guilt.” “Yes.” You answered without hesitation. “He plays your favorite song on the piano every night for the very same reason.” “Well...” “He's been moving his agenda to invite you out because of...” You stopped Lilith, frantically moving your hands in front of her to refrain her from talking further.

“Okay, okay. I get it, poor Lucifer, nobody loves him.” You mocked Lilith and she glared at you. “What I want to know is why? Why is that Little D. here?” The eyebrows of Lilith arched and she smiled ironically. “You're kidding, right?”

“What? No! Of course not! What have I done to be considered greedy? Nothing!” Lilith raised her hand and moved all her fingers playfully before lowering all but one.

“One”

Monday

After the fight and what felt like the most tense breakfast of your life, you decided not to push your luck any further and attend your classes as you normally would. That hadn't changed, you still share each class with at least one brother.

It was driving you crazy, you felt a pair of eyes constantly stalking you and every time you turned to see you would find the pitiful gaze of one of them. “Poor Beel! Look at him!! Look!! Oh no!!” now you had to endure not only the puppy eyes of the seven demons but also the constant words of Lilith pitying them.

Your last class was Curses and Mammon had decided to sit beside you. “M-mc, Would ya lend me your pen?” “Sure.” you passed him the pen without sparing a glance. “T-thanks.” After less than five minutes he spoke again. “Mc... would ya lend me your eraser?” “Here.” Same as before, you passed the eraser without looking at him.

“Uh, Mc?” You sighed, rubbing your face. “What is it this time, demon?” You waited but there was no response until you turned to look at him. He seemed afflicted, your first impulse was to ask if he was okay, if something had hurt him.

He said something unintelligible and so you leaned closer to hear him. “What?” “Please, treasure. Please call me Mammon.” He smiled, it conveyed pure sadness. You quickly turned away and averted his eyes. “...”

By the time the class ended you had everything ready to walk away as fast as possible. “Mc!” “What do you want?” Mammon had recovered a little and seemed much happier. “Let's walk home together.” “No, I'll just teleport.” He looked at the floor, trying to come up with an excuse as to why he needed to go with you.

“Pleaseeeeee, Mc??” Lilith clasped her hands together and blinked repeatedly until you sighed and extended your hand to Mammon. “Fine.” You were taken aback, he seemed as happy as that time you gave Goldie back. He took your hand and got closer to you, still smiling. “Why are you so happy?” Unexpectedly Mammon answered you without his usual nervousness. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s ‘cause I’m with you.”

“Isn't he in charge of Sc?” You heard the muffled sound of the Little D.’s voices and your smile faltered. “Where is she?” another small demon whispered. “Ugh! Stop!” Lilith tried to silence them but your demons were too loud. You put some distance between you and Mammon, but he pretended not to notice and closed the gap again. “I am the magician, Mc…Heed my words! Open the way forward and create a path where there was none!”.

The house of lamentation stood tall before you. You'd to remove Mammon's hand since he was reluctant to let you go. “This was a one time thing, okay? Do not ask me to do it again.” before you could go, he grabbed your arm and forced you to see him. “Punish me.” His demeanor was serious, there wasn’t a single hint of mockery.

The air was cold and strong, dancing around the bushes and sneaking in through your clothes. The only sound coming from the crickets. “What?” “Punish me.” You shook your head. “I am not Lucifer, Mammon. This is ridiculous.” You couldn't leave, Mammon's grip prevented you from moving. “I'll accept everything.” “Everything?” He nodded, eagerly and solemn. “Let's break our pact.”

You saw how his face gradually changed, from shocked and confused to panicked and devastated. “Treasure...” There was a questioning tone in the nickname. “You said you would do everything.” he couldn't hold back anymore, tears streaming down his face one after another. The sight broke your heart again and your hand itched as you fought the desire to wipe away his tears. “I don't want to do that, please.” His voice cracked and you bit your lips, trying hard to maintain your face dry. “Please.” He hugged you, putting his head in the crook of your neck. “Please, Mc.”

It wasn't your intention to go that far, breaking the pacts would affect you too. The mere thought of doing so terrified you, but that's why you knew the effect your request would have on them. “It doesn't matter if it hurts you, if it hurts them too.”

“Now there is only empty space where my love used to be.” the phrase came back to you, brought you back to the moment and let you reevaluate your actions. Hesitantly you caressed Mammon's hair, he hugged you more but neither the sniffling nor the begging stopped. “Stop crying, Mammon.”

“Take my kitchen duty for three months.” You finally said. He abruptly stopped and stood up straight, looking at you. The light was slowly returning to his eyes. “Yes, don't ya worry!”

“That’s all?” The Little D. of envy seemed personally offended. “Pathetic.”

In a swirl of black mist, the little D. of pride transformed to personify Lucifer and theatrically spoke. “Ask for more!” You hummed. “Bathe Cerberus for me.” Mammon didn't hesitate, nodding and playfully saluting like a soldier. “YES, SIR.”

“More!” the smile of the Little D. of wrath widened. “Shut up!!!” Lilith tried to stop them but they quickly ran away from her. “Give me your credit card.” you said nonchalantly, extending your open palm towards Mammon. “Go-Goldie?” Mammon said. You faintly heard Lilith’s reprimand too.

“Yes, Goldie.” you rolled your eyes. The Little D. of Envy was giving you a shoulder massage while the Little D. of Gluttony murmured words of encouragement. “Ask for more, you deserve it, go for it.”

“He-Here.” Mammon handed you the credit card, a little bit reluctant. You took the card from his hand and smiled to him, but the smile he returned was somehow strained. “What? You don't want to?” you asked.

Lilith stood in front of you. “Mc! That's enough!” unfortunately, the Little D. shaped as Leviathan took her wrist. “Get lost sweetheart. They decide when it’s enough.”

“Bah! Of course I want to!” Mammon said. You started playing with the credit card, folding it carelessly. He made the gesture of taking it, but stopped when he saw your face. “Just take care of her. Y-ya know she’s kinda fragile.”

“More!” “You deserve more!” “Remember what he did! How he treated you!” The chorus of the little demons continued. Something wrong was happening, you felt the influence of those small monsters on you, but more than that, you felt empty. “Hurt him as much as he hurt you!”

“Sell your car.” your voice was cold and apathetic. “My... my car?” you knew the sentimental value it had, the effort he did to get it. “Your Demonio 666 Lexura.” You emphasized every syllable. “It’s either that or breaking our-” “No! I'll sell my Demonio.” He seemed frightened, nervous to even consider the option of letting you go.

Tears started gathering in your eyes, you didn't understand why? Why was the void growing? No matter what you asked for or what he gave, you were not satisfied. “Mc? Why are you crying?” he tried to touch you but you brushed his hands off. “No! This is your fault! Nothing you ever do will make it up to me! Can’t you see?” you brought both hands to your chest, where it hurt. “Treasure?”

“Don't call me that!! I want you to lose everything, I want you to sleep in the streets without shelter from the rain! I want you to be the lowliest fucker in all of the Devildom. I want you to go bankrupt, to beg for even a single grimm!” You screamed so fast and loud that it took you a few minutes to control your breathing.

Mammon was speechless, his eyes wide open, the only sound he could hear was the beating of his own heart. “Get out of my way, demon!” you pushed him aside but he remained the same. “What have we done?” he thought, still processing what he had seen.

Mammon gulped, something had caught his eye, something that felt like a punch in the stomach. Like walking barefoot on broken glass. Was it his imagination? It had to be, you're so kind and forgiving. You're like an angel, so pure. Then again, he recalled the cloudy light he had seen in you.

A moment ago, didn't your soul seem... corrupted?

Pt.11

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alrightieaphroditie · 2 years

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pairing *:·ﾟ eddie munson x female!reader wc *:·ﾟ 4.5 k warnings *:·ﾟdrinking, mentioning’s of parental abuse (very slight), an *:·ﾟi was in like a fever dream when i wrote most of this is so asdfhkl not too sure how much i actually like it.. but anyways,,, this is technically a part two to 'take the edge off' but i tried writing it so that it could also be read just by itself! i also listened to touch tank by quinnie the entire time so if eddie seems a little soft.. that's why. i'm convinced that song could be about him 100%. this is also pretty unedited, so if you see an errors please let me know!

synposis *:·ﾟ after working a double shift, you realize you left your house key locked, well, inside your house. while waiting, a thunderstorm hits, and the only one around to save you is your neighbor, eddie.

"mayfield?" the voice sounded out between the booms of thunder, and you could just barely make it out, but you knew it was coming from the trailer across the road.

part of you wanted to ignore him. wanted to curl up into yourself even more and disappear, shrink into the darkness that was covering your front porch steps. that was definitely better than potentially having eddie munson see you sopping wet and shivering, no doubt with mascara clinging to your cheeks. to put it kindly, you looked pitiful. and that wasn't something you wanted others to see.

a few beats passed, more thunder rumbled on, and honestly you thought your plan had worked. and then you heard him call out again. "mayfield, the fuck are you doing out in this storm?" his voice had a kind of rasp to it, like he had been screaming or singing or both, all night. you heard the door to his van slam shut and risked a peek over your shoulder. through the flashes of lightning and the one flickering streetlamp at the corner, you could see his figure standing near his van, facing your way. he had his hands on his hips, his head cocked slightly to the side as he probably scrutinized you for sitting on your porch this late at night, during a storm no less.

in your defense, though, it's not like that's what you wanted to be doing. you'd much rather be inside with a cup of hot chocolate, wearing your favorite oversized sweater, with your newest library book in bed. but that couldn't happen because you somehow managed to leave your house key in your bedroom today. that wasn't something that you had realized until after your closing shift at the family video, when you had pulled onto the grass besides the trailer and started digging through your center console in a panic. it just got worse from there. max was having a sleepover with el, and you didn't have enough gas in your car to drive out to hopper's cabin and back to grab her keys. your mom, on the other hand, was either working a night shift and would be back around midnight, or she was at a bar somewhere, taking shelter for the night. either way, you were stuck with no way inside for the time being.

a particularly fat raindrop hit your face, and that was when you decided to acknowledge eddie. i mean, it's not like he likes me or anything. it wouldn't hurt to have him see me like such a mess, you thought, trying to wipe some of the clumpy black mascara away from your eyes. sniffing slightly, you stood up off the top step and made your way down, quickly jogging over to your neighbor. eddie's figure became clearer as you drew closer, and you noticed he was wearing a pair of black jeans ripped at the knees, a black t-shirt boasting the corroded coffin logo, and his black leather jacket. his hair was starting to get plastered to his head from standing in the rain, and as you slowed your pace, you watched as he ran both of his hands through it, shaking it out slightly as he did.

"wow, crazy running into you here, huh?" you tried saying teasingly, giving eddie a soft smile as you closed the distance between the two of you. you were gripping onto your family video vest tightly, feeling nervous for some reason you couldn't really figure out. it had been a couple of weeks since your last interaction with your neighbor, and while you noticed that the two of you had started to acknowledge one another a bit more (a wave here, a smile there) you hadn't really had the time to talk to each other. remembering eddie's kindness and his lazy smiles from that night made your skin crawl, but in a good way. at least, you think.

you watched as eddie's brown eyes squinted at you, maintaining eye contact with you while he shoved his hands in his jean pockets. his gaze made you fidget, and you shifted on your feet while the rain pelted down and were just about to make a run for it back to your porch before eddie gave you a lopsided grin.

"absolutely bizarre, yeah. i mean, it's not like we live across the street from each other or anything," he responded, using his sleeve to wipe some rain out of his eyes. this close, you could see a silver chain hanging around his neck that hadn't been there the last time you talked. at the bottom hung a brown guitar pick that looked lovingly worn, and the thought of eddie keeping the pick he uses around his neck at all times made you grin. this boy was so full of surprises.

"want to tell me why you're hanging around on your porch in the rain right now or inside?" he asked, tilting his head to the door of his trailer while digging around in his back pocket for his keys. you angled your head to the door as well, worried that if you started talking that your teeth would chatter from how cold you were. he motioned for you to go up the steps first, and you almost tripped on the top step because of the rain dripping into your eyes, but eddie's hands came up quickly to hold onto your waist, keeping you upright. the feeling alone caused your cheeks to flush with heat, and you had to clear your throat quietly as you waited for eddie to unlock the door.

"welcome to the munson castle, my lady," he muttered as he ushered you into the trailer. eddie kicked his shoes off at the front door, and you followed in suit, frowning slightly at the feeling of your wet socks against the floor. you decided to take those off too, tucking them inside your shoes before glancing around the home. the layout resembled yours, except on a smaller scale. the kitchen was right in front of you but slightly to the right, and to the left was their living room area. a cot was placed near the couch, the blanket rumpled up at the bottom, and past the kitchen you could see a hallway that presumably led to a bedroom.

you stood still by the door, watching eddie walk around the trailer. it seemed like he couldn't pick between picking up the mess in the kitchen, or the mess in the living room, or the mess in the hallway. eventually he stopped pacing around and looked at you, a sheepish grin on his face. "sorry about the mess. our cleaning lady took the week off." he joked, rubbing the back of his neck. you couldn't help but grin back, brushing some of the wet strands of your hair behind your ear.

"it's alright, munson. it adds character to the place, i think," you mused, playfully looking around your surroundings with awe. you caught sight of pictures of young eddie on the mantle, and the sight made your heart soar. the sound of laughter slipped through his lips, and your grip on your vest tightened ever so slightly. some water dripped onto the floor from your action, and it brought the two of you out of whatever trance you had just been in. eddie snapped his fingers, saying something about a towel before stalking off down the hall. as you listened to him rummaging through the hall closet, you shrugged off your jacket and opened the door, placing that and your vest on the one dry area of his porch. when you stepped back inside, eddie was standing near you with a blue towel and what looked to be some clothes on top.

"it's your lucky night, mayfield. i have one clean towel left, and it has your name on it." he said with a smirk, winking at you from over the pile in his arms. you ignored the flush crawling up your neck and gratefully took the towel and clothes out of his arms. he pointed you in the direction of the bathroom, telling you to ignore the mess in their as well, and then went into his room, shutting the door while shrugging off his leather jacket. you caught a glimpse of his forearm tattoo, the one of the bats, before his door shut all the way, and although you weren't necessarily cold anymore, you shivered slightly.

eager to dry your hair and face from the rain, you hustled into the bathroom, locking the door behind you as you balanced the pile eddie had given you at the edge of the counter. the bathroom was about the same size as the one in your trailer, but the sheer amount of products made the space seem even smaller. the shower curtain was haphazardly pulled hallway shut, the toilet seat was sitting up, and an ungodly amount of hair products littered the counter space. it wasn't dirty messy, like you truthfully thought it would be, just organizationally messy. with the current state of your room, though, you weren't one to judge. not that you would have anyway.

you grabbed the towel first, running the material over your face a few times to clean the rain and mascara. it smelled like laundry detergent with a slight hint of smoke, and the scent made you feel comforted in a way you weren't expecting. you moved on to your hair then, squeezing out your locks before wrapping your hair up in the towel and letting it sit on top of your head. you quickly stripped from your long-sleeved striped shirt and jeans, shaking your hair out of the towel to pat dry your skin. holding up the clothes eddie handed you, you breathed a sigh of relief when you noticed that they were slightly oversized. they would've been big on eddie, but you've always been on the curvier side, and the clothes would fit you almost perfectly.

you tugged on the grey sweatpants and black t-shirt, giving your hair one more passthrough with the towel before stepping out of the bathroom. eddie was in the process of putting away the cot, having changed out of his wet clothes too. he was wearing the same plaid red flannel pajama pants as he wore the last time you saw him, but this time he was also wearing a plain black t-shirt. a trash bag sat next to your shoes, and you assumed it was for your clothes, so you walked over and dumped your shirt and jeans into the bag before tying it up and setting it by the door. a few of the lights in the kitchen started flickering from the storm, and you walked over to the living room area where eddie was, picking at the skin around your nails nervously.

he glanced up at you while he was closing the cot, grinning once he saw you in his clothes. he motioned his head to the couch, fighting the latch on the cot. "there's a blanket for you if you're cold. jesus fucking christ, why won't this just close." he groaned, shaking the cot frame a little while he messed with the latch. you suppressed a laugh as you watched him, and then you took pity on him by bumping him with your hip slightly to move him out of the way. he stood up, running his hand through his hair, and watched silently as you closed the latch in one try.

muttering something about you being a witch, he took the cot out of your hands and squeezed it between the wall and the couch. he stood off to the side, and a brief moment of awkwardness passed between you two as you stood there; you, glancing at eddie. him, glancing at the floor with his hands on his hips. you decided to take the blanket, reaching down to grab the giant green thing, and wrapping it around your shoulders before settling down on the couch. your movements spurred eddie into action, and he moved over to the kitchen, opening the fridge to peer inside.

"you thirsty, mayfield? we have beer and... beer." he announced, laughing. you glanced over your shoulder, watching him grab a can of beer himself and popping it open. he grabbed another can, holding it out to you while taking a sip of his own. you shook your head politely, tucking your hair back behind your ear. "nah, i'm alright. i'm not really a big fan of drinking," you confess, sparing eddie a shy grin. you watch quietly as he makes his way back to the couch, setting his drink on the small wooden table at the other end of the couch before plopping down. he turns to you slightly, placing his elbow on the arm of the couch and resting his head in his hand.

"so, you'll smoke weed but not drink? picky with your vices, huh?" he says, raising his eyebrows at you teasingly while giving you a shit-eating grin. laugh lines form around his mouth, cascading into his cheeks, and in that moment, with his bright brown eyes and wet hair, he looks so youthful. you don't understand how anyone could look at eddie munson and call him a freak. it just didn't make any sense.

"munson, my mother is a borderline alcoholic who forgets she has children most nights and my stepdad turned abusive when he drank. please forgive me for not wanting to see what kind of monster i could turn into when i drink." the words slipped from your mouth before you could filter them, and you expected some kind of concerned reaction from eddie. if it had been anyone else, no doubt they would have tried to comfort you about your situation or, at the very least, would have taken pity on you. but once your gaze met eddie's, you knew he understood where you were coming from. nobody really knew the full story about what happened with eddie's parents and why he lived with his uncle, but you always imagined it wasn't a pretty story.

eddie's sad grin basically confirmed all your suspicions.

"i can respect that. i understand not wanting to carry out the generational trauma that may run in your blood," he wiggled his fingers at his words, his voice teasing but with an edge. after taking a long sip from his drink, he continued. "for the record though, you could never be a monster, mayfield. i don't think you have it in you," the genuine truth and kindness in his voice made you tear up slightly, and you wanted to scoff at yourself. for someone who always kept a check on their emotions around others, you were sure doing a shit job at doing it around eddie. he didn't seem to mind though, which made him all the more comforting.

sniffing slightly, you tugged the blanket around your shoulders a bit tighter, breathing in the same scent of laundry detergent and smoke. you wondered if it would cling to your skin, your hair. if you'd be able to smell it when you inevitably left. get your shit together, woman you thought, bringing up your legs to tuck your feet underneath you. "clearly you don't know me well enough, then. but that's beside the point. what were you doing out so late, edward?" self-deprecation was your go-to when you felt vulnerable, and most times it worked how you wanted it to - the people around you would laugh, and the subject would be dropped. you should've known better than to try that with eddie, though, because his big brown eyes turned sad as he watched you snuggle up on the couch. he looked like he wanted to argue, but maybe thought better of it, because of saying anything at first, he just took another chug of beer. partially successful, then.

"oh, you know. the usual. a little guitar practicing here, a little smoking there. galloped around the shire for a bit, too." he tossed you a wink, leaning his head back on his hand." my band - you know corroded coffin, yeah? we have a show coming up at the hideout in a few weeks and gareth has been insisting that we spend every waking hour practicing. he wouldn't let us leave until we played one of our songs straight through perfectly. " eddie's eyes roll back as he mimics playing the guitar, biting down on his lip as he bounces on the couch slightly. the sight makes you laugh, and you lean your head against the back of the couch, suddenly feeling grateful that you didn't follow through with your stupid plan of ignoring eddie. as if anyone could ignore eddie when he really wanted their attention, anyways.

"but enough about me, mayfield. what were you doing out so late? trying to catch fucking hypothermia?" he asked accusingly, his demeanor shifting slightly from playful to serious. his eyebrows turned down slightly at you as one of his hands fiddled with the guitar pick around his neck. "seriously, you couldn't have sat in your car or something?"

"for your information, munson, i did sit in my car for about an hour. i just didn't have enough gas to keep it turned on, and it started getting hot and humid. it was just sprinkling at that point though. i didn't know we were supposed to get a torrential downpour tonight," you snapped at him, the wariness of your day finally catching up with you. rubbing your eyes, you shook your head slightly. "i left my key in my bedroom and the door is locked. max is out with her friend and i honestly have no idea where our mom is. i thought i could just... wait out the storm or something. it was dumb, i know." your fingers wrap around the edge of the blanket, bringing it closer to you as you glance up at eddie. his finger was twirling around the edge of his beer can, his head cocked to the side slightly as he listened to your story.

after what felt like ages, he finally adjusted his position, gripping on to the back of the couch and the arm to lift himself up so that he could stick his feet underneath him. “you're right, it is dumb," he agrees, nodding his head. his tone is serious, but he shoots a grin at you. "maybe it’s time for you to invest in an umbrella then, mayfield.” eddie replied, shrugging. his surprisingly serious tone caught you off guard. he stared at you for a moment, face blank, before his lips quirked up in a smile.

“oh, fuck off, eddie.” you couldn’t help the snort that escaped from your mouth, which quickly turned into you laughing. at the sound, eddie’s face lit up with his own smile, and a deep chuckle filled your ears. “i’m being serious, y/n!” he laughed, shaking his head slightly at you. he started twisting one of the rings on his pointer finger with his thumb, a subtle reminder of how hard it was for him to sit still. you didn’t mind it, though. “hey, but really, if you’re ever in a position like that again, just come over to my place. my uncle and i rarely lock the door anyways.”

you grinned at his suggestion, watching the way his fingers on his other hand tapped along the backside of the couch. “thank you, munson.” you replied softly, sinking even further into his couch as you got more comfortable. the sound of a dishwasher running filled the silence as eddie took another sip of his drink, and for the next few minutes, the two of you talked about almost anything you could think of. eddie complained about mrs. o’donall’s class and how it was killing him, you talked about your jobs and how, if you had to listen to officer callahan and officer powell argue about whose turn it was to go get donuts, you were going to make hopper fire the both of them. more donuts for you two then, anyways.

eddie listened intently to everything you had to say, smiling and laughing at the right times, nodding his head when appropriate, maintaining eye contact the entire time. it was so nice to have someone who actually listened to you, someone you could confide in. talking to eddie made you want to tell him all of your secrets only because you knew he wouldn’t judge you for them and that he’d guard them with his life. it was like a breath of fresh air, which is exactly what you needed after the events of the past year.

you didn’t know how long you had been in eddie’s trailer, but it had only felt like seconds had passed when you heard a car door slam. the sound had made both you and eddie jolt apart, as you both had started leaning in closer to one another while eddie talked about the tattoos on his arms. hugging the blanket around you, you stood up and shuffled over to the window. peeking through the blinds, you realized the rain had stopped some time ago, and noticed your mom’s car was now parked besides yours in the grass. as you watch her stagger up the front steps, your heart drops a bit as you realize where she’d been all night.

with a small yawn, you turn to face eddie, who had also stood up from the couch. he had his hands in his flannel pajama pockets, rocking back and forth slightly on his feet. the skin beneath his eyes had gotten a little dark, and it hit you then that he was probably exhausted but stayed up for a few more hours to help you out. god, the things this man was doing to you. it simply wasn’t fair.

“that was my mom… i probably should get going before she makes a mess of everything.” you explain, a sheepish smile on your face as you hitch your thumb up to point out the window. eddie nods his head in understanding, his tongue sticking out slightly from the corner of his mouth. “once again, i really do appreciate your help, and everything you’ve said. i owe you, a lot.”

you’re pretty sure it’s the look in his eyes that makes you step closer to him, but that’s only because you don’t want to chalk up your actions to your own stupidity. but you do step closer, and closer, until you’re finally toe-to-toe with eddie munson, and before you can even rationalize it, your arms are opening on their own and circling around eddie’s waist. you can hear his heartbeat as you rest the side of your face against his chest, and when it quickens slightly, you’re worried that you made a mistake.

he seemed frozen in time, but just as you're about to pull away, an apology on the tip of your tongue, eddie’s arms wrap around your body, just beneath your shoulders, and his chin rests on top of your head. you feel him take a big breath, slowly releasing the air as his grip tightens on you ever so slightly. “anytime, mayfield.” you head him mutter before feeling his lips press a gentle kiss against your forehead. this time, you feel your own heartbeat quicken.

it’s as if neither of you want to let go first, because the hug lasts more than a few seconds. it isn’t until a rumbling of thunder sounds that makes you realize more rain probably isn’t too far behind, and reluctantly, you let your hands slide down his waist before pulling back away completely. eddie’s hands return to his pockets, and he watches you quietly as you fold up the blanket and gather up your things. just as you’re about to open the door to head out, you feel eddie’s fingers against your elbow.

“i meant what i said earlier, mayfield. if you ever need a safe space to land, please don’t hesitate to come over here.” his voice is soft, and when you turn your head to look at him, his usual playfulness is gone. his light brown eyes have gone a shade darker, as if to really drive home his seriousness, but they’re the same puppy dog eyes you’ve come to love. the rings on his fingers dig into your skin slightly, and you glance down at where his hand is on your elbow, warmth emitting across your body from the spot.

“i won’t,” you manage to get out, your voice barely above a whisper as you look back up at him, a small, genuine smile playing on your lips. a safe space to land, you thought. eddie munson just offered you the one thing you’ve been looking for these past few months, the one thing you know will help you heal. in a strange turn of events, eddie was quickly becoming a sort of savior to you, like some kind of knight; helping you in ways you never could’ve anticipated when you were feeling particularly damsel-in-distressingly. it felt so on brand for him that it made a small laugh slip from your mouth, and eddie's eyebrow quirked up in response.

"i just had a thought that you're kind of like my knight in shining armor, munson." you admit, a playful tone laced through your voice. eddie's response is exactly what you imagined: his brown eyes get bright, and those smile lines deepened around his mouth as he gives you a full smile before tilting his head back to laugh. he didn't think that anyone would've ever considered him a knight, much less one in shining armor. he didn't mind being yours, though.

he follows you out onto the landing, still shaking with laughter, and as you reach the grass in front of his trailer, he extends his hand and bows dramatically, the tips of his hair almost brushing against the wooden porch. "forever at your service, my lady." he quips, standing up abruptly fast and holding his hand over his chest, right above his heart. you laugh at his theatrics, gripping the trash bag with your clothes in one hand as you playfully blow a kiss towards him. he pretends to jump up and grab it before shoving his fist into this pocket. "saving that one for later, princess."

a blush rushes to your cheeks, and suddenly you're so thankful that it's dark outside because you can only imagine how red your face must be. with a final wave, you walk along the gravel road back to your trailer, watching your mother's shadow move around the kitchen area from behind the curtain. in a second, you'll be forced to join reality again when you have to help your mother clean off in the shower, when you have to pick up the mess she has no doubt made in the kitchen.

but for right now, as you walk back to your trailer in your wet shoes, wearing clothes that aren't yours, you allow yourself to stay wrapped up in the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, you might mean as much to eddie munson as he's starting to mean to you.

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threeletterslife · 2 years

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okay so I'm sobbing right now because i had a HUGE ask written for the recent chapter 11, but I'm pretty sure tumblr deleted it.... I'm going to cry

I don't know what you recieved but I'm pretty sure I sent something 😭 sorry about that

I'll just continue from where I left off because I don't have the energy to write it all again but just know I felt very much emotions and very much tears

Okay continuing from where Hana is in the medical tent and I'm crying because MY BABY HANA AJNOKOOO

"This is a safe space" — I really love y/n, I do. I love her I love her so love her (although it has just occurred to me that y/n is technically... me? I-)

HANA'S STYLE OF WRITING IS ADORABLE all the exclamation marks and speech stuff it's just so on point for her character ahhhhh I love her 😭

I love how cheerful she is but i wonder if she really is okay. Is she just pretending? Most probably, yeah, but i hope she works things out. I love hana, and i really want the best for her

That small moment with yoongi in the tent... omg my heart is beating so fucking fast 😭 the things this man does to me- he barely even said anything and I'm screaming

The darleans are 100% trying to reach y/n, I'm sure of it

Captain Yoo is PISSING ME OFF GET AWAY FROM MY MAN YOU STANKY ASS-

Major Ki is absolutely amazing, we love a queen who can take responsibility for her actions <3

NAYOON COMING BACK LETS FUCKING GO

Okay now... I have questions Taehyung's dead isn't he? I know he definitely is, considering literally circas have passed but I'm still so sad about that 😭 the darlean soldier they captured with the boxy smile... his excitement when he saw y/n and the immediate disappointment... why can't I get him out of my mind????? He's been one my mind since the last chapter and i just can't get him out of my head 😭💔

But yes I'm still crying over the dead darlarean soldier because I really wanted him and y/n to have more interactions, and also after the dream she had about him I'm just thinking about the betrayal he must have felt... God it hurts to think about

Anyway amazing chapter as always <3 my theory is the darlareans are trying to get in contact with y/n (perhaps the codes are from a worried General Jeon who wants her to come back? 👀)

The entire time i was SCREAMING at y/n to go PICK UP HER MF NECKLACE THE ONE WITH THE JEWEL YOU HAHDHDKAHDJSJAHDDH

I WAS IN TEARS JUST BEGGING PLEASE GO GET YOUR NECKLACE IT PROBABLY HAS SOMETHING TO DO WIGH THE CODE Y/N FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT DO THIS T O M E

anyway amazing chapter <3 10/10, the suspense is killing me. Beautiful.

Very sorry for the ask that tumblr ate up, but hopefully that won't happen next time. Bye~

I AM CRYING

THIS IS ALL I RECEIVED FOR YOUR FIRST ASK 😭 HELP INDEED

i can't believe tumblr had the audacity to eat up part of your heartfelt ask 😭😭😭 i can't imagine how frustrated you must've felt 😭

this chapter was a wild one! it was told in the span of several circas, and a lot happened during that time span😳 summer is a time when things get a little bloody, and you really see that affect the people around the oc. it's very much emotional and tear-wrenching, especially to lose people you care about (not permanently though, thank god)

PLS YOU LOVING THE OC BUT REALIZING SHE'S TECHNICALLY YOU I'M LAUGHINGGG

but tEchnically, she can be thought of as an entirely different character!—i designed her to have her own unique personality for a reason! only your names just happen to be the same!

LOL i had to figure out a way to translate hana's personality into her writing. it's really a pity that she lost her voice, but it's nothing that she can't handle!!

PLEASEEE EVERY SINGLE SCRAP OF A YOONGI MOMENT GETS ME GOING. writing them makes me so happy because i just imagine that i'm a side character, watching him from afar LMFAO. spoiler alert there will be a HEALTHY DOSE of yoongi moments in the next chapter

your theory is very interesting indeed 👀 but no spoilers from me!!

PLEASE YOU CUSSING OUT CAPTAIN YOO HAS ME ROLLINGGGG

and yes major ki is an absolute QUEEN. we love her. we admire her

NAYOON'S COMEBACK WAS THE MOMENT I WAS WAITING FOR AS I WAS WRITING THE WHOLE CHAPTERRR

😄😄 i cannot answer your very interesting question, but keep these thoughts going! as the story progresses, you're going to have even more of them LOL. they'll all be answered in due time 🙃

THANK YOU SO MUCH AS ALWAYS FOR LEAVING SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MESSAGE (ALBEIT TUMBLR ATE LIKE HALF OF IT). I ENJOYED READING EVERY SINGLE WORD OF IT <333

#ask #chimchiekookie #legends of darlaria #lod

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hey !! I've recently discovered your writing and fallen in love !! everything you do is so amazing !!! I love it all!! could you write about how the boys would react to MC getting a little cold/stomach bug and needing to be taken care of ?? if this hits too close to home I'm sorry !! you def don't have to write it but I've always been a sucker for sicfic fluff !!

MC is Sick?! (Feat. The Demon Bros!)

(Tw for illness)

Lucifer

It was universally known that humans were fragile, and prone to illness. Some even died from simple colds. That being said, your little cold was still enough to bother the oldest brother. So much so that his work has been... of a lower quality than usual.

This dude is all disheveled and haggard because he's so worried over you, but that doesn't mean he's skimping on your care.

It's a surprise to everyone that he keeps you in his room, where he can monitor you and make sure you have everything you need. Might even cheat a little with magic from time to time, as long as it speeds up your recovery.

He's also making sure you're comfortable and at ease, often putting on a soothing record to lull you to sleep. In reality, he might also be using it to de-stress, too-

"To think you ended up like this while in my care... I should have paid closer attention to you. But now, you're my entire focus. Leave your recovery to me."

Mammon

You've been sneezing, coughing, and vomiting all over the place! This is some kinda human illness, right?? aRE YOU OKAY-

Proceeds to go OVERBOARD with the care. You're wrapped in twenty blankets, you've got an ice pack on your head and a thermometer in your mouth (the kind used in cooking because they don't own a normal thermometer), and he's gathered every medicine he could get his hands on

But once he calms down, he's actually pretty good at caring for you. Mammon isn't COMPLETELY useless when it comes to caregiving, so that's a plus. He's just especially worried because it's you.

Refuses to leave your side, and won't let you leave your room. If you need anything, he's just going to get it for you! He's also barring his brothers form entering, claiming that he's trying to keep them from getting sick.

"Who told ya to go out and get sick, huh?! Makin' me all worried and stuff... Guess I've got no choice but to take care of ya! I'm not leavin' your side, ya hear??"

Levi

Levi's literally been dreaming of a scenario where he’d be able to nurse you back to health. Uh, not that he wanted you to get sick, though!

He's always wanted to do the 'pressing your foreheads together to check your temp' thing.... And 100% own a nurse cosplay that he's tempted to wear

But it's a little hard for him to focus on his fantasies when you look so pitiful. He's got to make sure you're back to full health ASAP! There's a marathon you two need to binge, and he doesn't want you throwing up every five seconds!

He'll take you to his room, since he'll be able to take care of you 24/7. And tbh?? He actually does a decent job?? He's a little annoying about it because he keeps checking on you every three seconds and talking to you when you're trying to sleep, but he means well.

"If only the 'Kira Kira Curing Beam' was a real thing.... For now, I'll just do my best with what I've got! Ganbare, MC!! Faito! Faitoooo!!!!"

Satan

The first one to notice that you're getting sick, so he's on it 👌

Obviously he's read enough to know the basics of taking care of a sick human, and he can study anything else he doesn't know, so you're in good hands.

Also EXTREMELY worried. It's written all over his face, despite his attempts to keep it cool. He's read how humans can succumb to things like this....Actually, he just finished a novel where that was essentially the main plot-!

So gentle with you throughout the entire process. He makes sure to keep you warm, brings you all the essentials, makes sure you're hydrated, and keeps tabs on your medicine. He's got a schedule for your care and everything!

"Honestly, you should have told me sooner that you weren't feeling well. It's fine to come to me for things like that, you know? I'll always be happy to take care of you."

Asmo

Snot, phlegm, AND vomit??? Yeah,,,, that's a hard pass,,,,

It's taking every ounce of his mental strength not to abandon you in your time of need, but thankfully his love for you is greater than the disgust for now

But his dramatic ass is gonna come into your room in full hazmat when he takes care of you, no exceptions. Even if you ask him to bring you a glass of water, he's acting like you have the plague.

But he's also pretty good at taking care of you? Even demons get sick, and Asmo has a tendency to get pretty intimate with wide varieties of demons, so he's had his fair share of sick days.

"How am I supposed to hug and kiss you if you're so sick?? It's killing me, MC! Though, they say you can sweat an illness out of your body if you try hard enough. I think I know plenty of ways to work up a sweat~"

Beel

Now is no time to think about how hungry he is becaUSE HES WORRIED ABOUT YOU

Beel isn't the type to really know much about humans, other than stuff about their food and how weak they are, so he's pretty much assuming you're going to die.

Literally won't leave your side. If you need anything, he brings it. If you need to go somewhere, he's carrying you.

He doesn't know how to care for you, so he asks his brothers for all the help he can get. Though he insists on personally bringing you the remedies they give him.

"Hang in there, MC. You should eat more to build up your strength. I know you can't keep anything down, so I asked Satan to make something good. Here, it's soup. I'll blow it off for you, so open wide."

Belphie

Honestly, he thought you were just taking a REALLY long nap. You hadn't left your room at all, and you didn't even go to RAD. He was lowkey jealous that Lucifer didn't scold you until he realized it was because you were sick.

And very sick from the looks of it. There were tissues everywhere, your room was hot, and you looked like you'd been dropped in a lake, fished back out, then beaten up and thrown back in.

He couldn't even tease you when you were in such a pitiful state. Belphie had seen illness plenty of times, so this wasn't anything new. It didn't ease his worries, though.

So he keeps you company by curling up in bed with you, not caring if he's close enough that he might get sick. He's not the best at actually caring for you, because he tends to forget to bring you things or falls asleep on the way, so he leaves that to his brothers.

"You must be lonely, being holed up in your room all alone. It can't be helped, so I'll stay with you until you're feeling better. Just don't get your snot on me, okay? ....heheh, I'm just joking. Come here."

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jjheejz · 3 years

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What is Fate?

[Part 5/5] WOH concert and after

WOH Concert (3-4 May 2021)

- The fact that they even have a grand scale wedding ceremony drama concert

- GJ did not attend ZZH's first solo concert, but both of them have their own concert together for the first time

- Chinese have a traditional tradition of calculating auspicious dates (metaphysics). It can be calculated commonly for when to move in to a new house, bury a deceased, open a business, hold a wedding etc. 3 - 4 May were auspicious dates for Wedding and marriage registration.

- The concert was held at a stadium in Su Zhou, but the entire city was blatantly supporting everything and anything about WenZhou like it's New Year's Eve. Eg. Building, helicopter banners, bus advertising, drone show, lantern display, subway endorsement, city's official account using WOH quotes applying to safety regulations, curated photo booths, life sized figurine of WenZhou (YouKu kept it as prideful display at their office entrance after the concert), crowds of fan support and cheers etc.

Drone show snippet:

- Both of them were given the center of attention for the entire 2 days of WOH concert. It was WenZhou/JunZhe concert in disguise as WOH concert.

= This gave them both the opportunity to show what they feel for each other openly (whether as WenZhou themselves or as JunZhe)

- To have a stage to be what they are* and have fun, while being accepted and greatly supported by a sea of Mountain people (山人), no matter how one sees it, it's an extremely touching form of support for them

*Disclaimer: obviously they weren't 100% themselves, mindful of the fact that this stage was monitored by important media bodies (not exactly sure what kind, but somewhat government-ish regulators I presume), but their gaze and body language is just as natural as what they are.

= The fact that the country in general is not open to this kind of relationship, yet they were in a place where most of the people were supportive.

- Yes, there were some important bodies (or eyes) during the 2 days concert. Which was why all the actors and actresses were warned. For whatever reason they chose to continue in their own way, it's daring consensus of support. And for whatever reason the regulators didn't do anything (there weren't any big news at all from them), is also a miracle.

- They had the opportunity to sing a duet on stage, live. For the audience, GJ's singing skills started from November 2020, ZZH likes GJ's singing, and 5 months later, they have a duet on stage.

- Official acknowledgement of cpfans

= First in history where the recognition was officially verbally mentioned in-person. You can say this fate belong to the fans.

- ZZH had the opportunity to vow a promise to GJ witnessed by X million of people in the stadium and those watching livestream, that he will always be there for GJ. He did not only vow as a companion to GJ, in ZZH terms, he actually vowed "I will love you forever" [ZZH on 'love' saga]

- The in-ear mic had the voices of the backstage crew's coordination. ZZH took it off early, but GJ was still wearing them during the exchange. That itself is a stressor as the backstage coordinator must have warned extremely sternly and loudly and GJ was shakingly nervous. When ZZH was giving this vow (which in the concert BTS release, we see him say "Don't I have a segment to speak to WKX?" Note, it's WKX, not GJ), the backstage crew was cursing and swearing when ZZH went with "I have things to say to Jun Jun." (as WenZhou, they have a disguise/a shield, with direct GJ, it's just...danger danger red light) Try imagine being the backstage crew and going all mad and crazy over what ZZH said that moment.

= ZZH's daring courage to say things like these was probably built up from his sportsmanship, hot-blooded passion from his past. It's beyond my peasant mortal's comprehension.

- Supporting Cast shenanigans and warnings for them, link here

After

- After the concert was over, solo fans expect the main leads to break up even as co-workers or say, being even in the same frame. This expectation is extremely strong in the industry for years. The same goes for JunZhe despite this time many are cpfans but they do know this prevalent expectation. So imagine crying over the vow and the next moment, just hours after the concert, JunZhe is happily sticking to each other singing in the same frame as if they did nothing big a few hours ago. They sang a phrase together with this lyrics: 30% arranged by fate/god, 70% arranged by hard work. A love for perseverance will lead to success/winning.

= Debunking expectations, breaking many years of industry's common consensus successfully. They invented after after-sales CP service.

- Stage, endorsements, film scripts, major public events, variety shows, top brands etc. Poured in, and although it's all solo events, we see traces of the other half.

- Aside from that, we now see social media exchanges (almost always for the other half), brand endorsement captions (almost always about the other half), official brands partnering with each other because of them (despite being legit competitors) etc.

- The word 'support' or at least 'love seeing them together', is the general reason CPfans are fans of them. But to both GJ and ZZH, it really goes beyond the word itself. Acknowledging is just the beginning. ZZH does take LLD to heart and GJ is very interactive with LLDs in his own quirky way.

*From the [Star X Moon Saga], to the developed feelings because of this drama and actually accepting their feelings, to the fact that the pitiful budgeted amount for WOH was not well received at all before it was broadcasted but boomed records in the end, to the open shipping support by the production crew/casts/general media/fans/brands/cities, to the climbing successes and mountainous opportunities opened for GJ and ZZH overnight, everything was unprecedented and unexpected, but they all dramatically happened to the two of them in a span of one year.

Bonus

A fan went to a temple to check out JunZhe's fate. You can only check for one person and she checked for GJ. She passed her result to a Master and he immediately tell her to give up because that person is taken and turned away. The fan quickly corrected and say she's actually checking for someone else, the master turned back and checked her read again and said, everything is aligned to their favour, it's blessed by the Gods. (If I can find the full article again, will add on more but that's the gist, surfing in China made me love Google's search engine algorithm so much more).

A few other fans who 抽签 (Chinese praying tradition - simply put: draw a stick of varying luck). They all got the bestest of luck for JunZhe. (Reading the readings, I'm just...in awe...I...)

= Borrowing the meaning of another famous novel title, to me, this is a true "Heaven's official blessing" pair.

-------End of series-------

🌻To returning readers: Updated info are in purple for your easy references!

🌸Part 1 - Before filming here

🌸Part 2 - During filming here

🌸Part 3 - After filming, before broadcast here

🌸Part 4 - Broadcast/Promotion period here

🌻Upcoming: JunZhe Saga series

🌻[Ongoing updates] Will add if I remember or found new ones - last updated 220721

🌻For long posts like this, I tend to look back for grammar and phrasing mistakes (sometimes info updates), so when you reblog for future references, do keep in mind that there may be updates in the original post! :)

#shl #woh #langlangding #junzhe #lld #zzh #张哲瀚 #zhang zhehan #龚俊 #gj #gong jun

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anxi-aashi · 3 years

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building blocks

osamu x gn!reader

words: 6.4k

warnings: cursing, osamu's tiddies, last 100 words are kind of steamy-ish (?) but not nsfw

summary: you don't think you're that competitive, but the owner of onigiri miya doesn't believe you when you say so and challenges you with a game

a/n: osamu was actually SO hard to write for even tho I'm literally the same mbti type as him???? i hope i got him right lmao. also i did do some research when including the honorifics, but i am not Japanese, nor do i speak the language, so if there is an error with those, please let me know! enjoyyyy

(not proofread cause yall its 6000 words and i only have so much patience)

To say you were competitive was an overstatement, in your opinion.

Sure, you liked winning, but honestly who didn’t? Anybody who said they didn’t enjoy watching the color drain from their friends’ faces as they announced their “Uno” was just lying. It was fun. Plus, you knew when to pick your battles. If you knew you weren’t going to win, there was no point in getting cocky about it. That would only lead to embarrassment later. It was a technique you liked to call “selective competition.”

No, you weren’t competitive-- but compared to your friends, you were a monster. You had multiple dry Monopoly games and pitiful Mario Kart tournaments to support your claim, too-- including their current reactions to the unwarranted attention you were receiving from the next table over at lunch that day.

Through the passing servers and consistent chatter of other patrons in the restaurant, they grinned at all of you-- four fairly built, fairly attractive guys, three of which had way too much energy and one that refused to acknowledge that he was sitting at the same table as the other three-- motioning towards their crude tower of chopsticks with waggling eyebrows to match.

Your friend that sat closest to them took notes from the fourth’s behavior and also went about ignoring the table. She grimaced toward your group. “I can literally feel them staring.”

Your friend opposite of you laughed a little in astonishment. “I can’t believe they’ve been doing that for the past--” he checked his phone-- “ten minutes.”

“They’re persistent, you gotta give ‘em that.”

You peeked around your friend to your right to glance at the aggravators. The orange-haired one caught your stare and raised his eyebrows, his smile somehow getting larger with the action. You sucked your teeth and leaned back in your seat.

It was a healthy amount of competitive drive that you possessed.

But goddammit if you didn’t want to wipe the floor with their pathetic excuse of a challenge so fucking bad.

You nudged your friend next to you. “Hey, are you done eating?”

They quirked an eyebrow at you. “Yeah, why?”

“... Can I have your chopsticks?”

Their face scrunched in confusion. “Why would--” their eyes widened. They looked to the challengers and whipped their head back to you. “You can’t.”

“But--” you started.

“No! It’s rude! And I like this place, I don’t want to get kicked out for bad etiquette!” they rushed under their breath.

“What’s going on?” someone else at your table interjected.

Your friend was quick to rat you out. “(L/N)-chan wants to build a chopstick tower like that table!”

“Dude...”

“I-- okay, listen-- I know I can do better than them.”

“(L/N)--”

“They--” you tried to discreetly nod your head in the direction of the offending table-- “have been smiling for way too long. I cannot leave this restaurant without knocking them down a peg.”

They all must have seen the sheer determination in your eyes because all you saw was defeat in theirs.

“Okay, well you can’t do it in here,” your friend on the end of the table reasoned. “So what are you going to do?” she asked.

Unfortunately, you took that as a challenge as well. You narrowed your eyes and began to stand. “If everyone’s done with their chopsticks, can I please use them?”

One by one, you were handed your supplies, and after uttering an “Excuse me,” to your table, you marched out of Onigiri Miya and into the street to build your tower.

You plopped down on the sidewalk and spread out your accumulated chopsticks before you, the sun observing your work from over your shoulder.

Sweat slipped down the back of your neck while you worked and the albedo from the concrete didn’t help your eyesight either, but after a few minutes, you were granted some cloud cover, allowing you to put the finishing touches on your project.

You sat back and observed it. While it wasn’t the most appealing work of art, and definitely wouldn’t win any awards given the chance, it was still leagues better than whatever your rival table had thrown together. At least yours looked like it was up to building code.

Satisfied, you marched back inside the restaurant. With the bell ringing above the door to signal your entrance, thus garnering the attention of your opponents, you made eye contact with them and gestured outside before returning to your table.

All eyes were on you as you took your seat once again. “Well, how’d it go?” Your friend to your right asked.

You nodded your head towards the blond from the opposing table that was currently on his way out of the restaurant and addressed your friend. “We’re about to see.”

Everyone shifted in their seats to look at the door, which had just swung closed behind the blond. Three seconds passed, then five, and at ten seconds the door slammed back open, accompanied by an equally aggressive ring of the bell, to reveal the blond with an astonished look plastered on his face. He raised his eyebrows and jerked his head at you, pointing behind him in the general direction of your assembled chopsticks. You heard the unspoken question, You did that? and nodded smugly.

A pleased smile worked its way onto his face then and he strutted over to the ordering counter with his phone out, letting the door clack close behind him. The smug expression you wore was quickly wiped away at the thought of getting reported to an employee and was even more quickly replaced with a look of horror once you noticed the employee he was talking to.

You spun your head away when you saw them look over at you and covered your mouth with your hand, pointedly staring at the table. “Fuck,” you whispered under your breath.

“What?”

“He has a twin,” you mumbled through your hand.

Giggling from across your table made its way to you and your eyes snapped up to your friend trying to contain his laughter.

“This isn’t funny! I didn’t factor nepotism into this situation! We might get kicked out anyway!” Your panic only made your friend laugh a little more.

A presence to your left halted your small rant. You grimaced and shot a look at the opposing table, hoping the smug blond caught the meaning behind your death stare, before turning your eyes to the man standing at the head of your table.

Hooded grey eyes brought any activity in your brain to a halt as they scanned your group, flitting to you briefly. The corner of his mouth was tilted up into a small, amused smile and you slowly felt your face begin to heat up against your will. “Hope ‘m not interruptin’ anything,” he quipped. “My name’s Miya Osamu, I’m the owner here. If this is the table I’m thinking of, then I’m assuming yer already familiar with my brother over there--” your eyes followed when he nodded to where the blond and his friends sat eagerly observing the interaction-- “Sorry ‘bout them, by the way. They can be a handful sometimes.” he huffed lightly and rolled his eyes. “But I’ve been told there’s an architect of sorts here, responsible for a chopstick thing outside?”

“Yes!” your friend said before you could say otherwise. “(L/N)-chan, introduce yourself.”

All eyes returned to you once again, forcing you to meekly raise your hand in greeting to the (very handsome) shop owner. “Hi,” you said, slightly bowing as much as you could while sitting down.

Miya’s eyebrows quirked up in surprise as he directed his full attention on you. “You built that tower outside?”

As much as you hated being spoken for, you would’ve given anything for one of your friends to cut you off in that moment and take the reins of the conversation, because all you could manage to do was nod.

He towered over you from his spot next to your seat, not just because you were sitting, but also because he was just tall. And as he peered down at you, probably all too aware of how you were struggling to maintain eye contact with him out of sheer embarrassment, you couldn’t help but marvel at how he was even able to see you past his very defined chest. You never thought you would praise a simple fitted black shirt before, but damn if it wasn’t doing its job to distract you.

You cleared your throat before he could continue. “I can totally take it down though, its no problem, just let me know-- I can go do it right now, actually--”

“--Actually, I think it’d be great publicity for the restaurant. D’ya mind if I get a picture for the shop’s Instagram?”

You blinked. “Oh. Yeah, sure, go ahead.”

His smile widened just slightly and he pulled out his phone. “Cool! Can I get yer name?”

Your brain sputtered for a second, jumping to conclusions it didn’t need to be jumping to. Your name? For what? Was he about to ask you out? This fast? What were you going to say? Wait, what was your name again? “Uh, what-- why-- what do you need my name for?” you stumbled, trying to mask the way your heart was thundering in your ribcage.

“... The Instagram post,” he answered lightly with a twinkle in his eye, clearly finding your state of distress entertaining.

“Oh, right.” you swallowed thickly. “Uh, (L/N) (Y/N).”

Miya typed away at his phone, responding to you while directing his attention on his screen. “Nice to meet ya (L/N)-sama.” His eyes snapped to yours, effectively rooting you in your spot, unable to look away no matter how flustered you were, then added, “An’ impressive work,” with a smile that almost had you believing there was a thin layer of flirtation beneath it. Then he spoke towards the table as a whole, and the feeling vanished. “Well, while I’m over here, can I get yer checks for ya?”

After receiving words of affirmation from your friends and how many checks to bring back, Miya left to return to his work, taking your nervous state with him.

You heaved a breath of relief and buried your head in your hands the minute he disappeared into the kitchen.

“You okay?” your friend next to you asked, humor laced in their voice.

“Have you ever had second-hand embarrassment but for yourself? Because that’s what I’m feeling right now,” you grumbled.

Your friend snorted. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I wasn’t expecting him to be that hot, okay?!”

“You were the one who noticed they were twins.”

“Okay, well-- it’s different up close!”

After your mortifying encounter that day, you had decided that no matter how nicely his shirt hugged his chest, you could not show your face in Onigiri Miya again.

Except for that Wednesday.

Wednesday’s were game nights, and by some sheer stroke of luck or sick joke that fate wanted to play, you had drawn the short straw when deciding who would pick up dinner for your friend group. And of course, the restaurant they had settled on was the one you were hoping to avoid.

Luckily, all you had to do was order the food-to-go, which promised a quick exit free of any unwanted encounters. If you were even luckier, he wouldn’t even be behind the ordering counter.

You reminded yourself of all this as you approached the entrance to the restaurant. You glanced over at the spot where your chopstick contraption had resided, just out of habit.

Of course, it wasn’t there anymore. You would’ve had better luck winning a game show than guessing what had happened to it, but it’s not like you were expecting it to last long. It was made out of chopsticks and spite-- obviously, it wasn’t going to stay the entire two weeks it had been. If you squinted though, you could still make out the ghost of its figure, sitting there, standing a mere twenty centimeters tall. You huffed a laugh through your nose. It was odd to be proud of it-- someone had probably stepped on it, to be honest-- but you couldn’t lie it was fun to make.

Miya had kept his promise though, you remembered as you entered the shop and got in line to order. When you had woken up the next morning bleary-eyed and out of it, you had a notification on Instagram waiting for you, telling you you’d been tagged in a post. When you went to look at it, you were greeted with a picture of your tower, and a hand from behind the camera holding a rice ball in front of it, on Onigiri Miya’s business account. The caption:

official_onigiri Even petty rivalry can build solid foundations. And rice balls.

Think you can do better? Don’t forget to stop by and try our new special this week! … and maybe gather a few pairs of chopsticks for yourself 👀

You had scoffed at the “petty rivalry” bit, but you supposed someone had to be the one to humble all of you, so you let it go.

The person in line in front of you moved up, so you did as well. While this pattern continued, you decided to people watch to keep yourself occupied (and stave off another wave of dread). A table across the shop caught your eye, the kids seated there building a chopstick castle where there weren’t any dishes. You were kind of surprised, both at the integrity of the structure, and that the parents didn’t make them go outside to build it. No one seemed to be going to kick them out though. Bad etiquette, my ass, you scoffed to yourself. Why couldn’t I--

“Oh, hey, how can I help ya?”

You tore your attention from the kids to the ordering counter and looked right into the eyes of Miya Osamu. He quirked an eyebrow when you didn’t respond.

“Oh--” you finally snapped out of your stupor and closed the space that still stood between you and the counter. “Sorry,” you swallowed. Fuck, you really needed to get a hold of yourself. You quickly read through the order you’d written down in your phone and stood biting the inside of your cheek as he punched it into the register.

You eyed him. The longer he went without speaking, the more you believed that you were in the clear-- it didn’t seem like he even remembered you. You couldn’t tell if you were happy or disappointed at that.

“So, ya challenge any more strangers to weird competitions lately?” he asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

Any previous thought you had was immediately thrown in the trash. Your pensive expression dropped into one of exasperation, and all the nerves you had harbored about the whole encounter were promptly shoved aside by your need to defend yourself. “I-- no-- okay, first of all--” he snickered at you-- “your brother and his friends challenged me, not the other way around!”

Miya laughed. “No need to get all defensive. I can get competitive sometimes too.”

“I’m not competitive!”

He shot you an incredulous look, halting his movements at the register. “An’ I’m not a twin,” he deadpanned before continuing his task. “Anything else I can get for ya?”

You sighed. “No, thank you.”

“Alright, will that be for here or to-go?”

“To-go.”

You thought you saw what looked like a frown on his face for a second, but it was gone before you could look again. “Alright, that’ll be 4074.82 yen.”

You handed him your card and he took it gingerly. “So what’s the occasion?” he prompted, glancing behind you to make sure nobody else was waiting in line.

“Game night,” you answered, looking behind you as well.

He raised his eyebrows when you turned back around.

“Not as fun as it sounds,” you grumbled.

He scanned your card. “Why not?”

“None of my friends take it seriously!” you complained, providing hand gestures to further emphasize your point. “Winning’s only fun when the other person cares as much about it as you do.”

“... Hm. Guess I can’t argue with that,” he settled. Miya opened his mouth to continue as he handed you back your card, but was cut off by the bell of the door, signaling the arrival of another customer. His eyes darted to the front of the store, then back to you with an apologetic smile. “Ah, yer order will be ready shortly. Thanks for talkin’ with me, though.”

You pursed your lips into a smile of your own, responding with, “No problem. Have a nice night,” as you stepped to the side to wait for your food.

He offered you one last smile before turning to the next person in line. “Hi, how can I help ya?” faintly reached your ears from where you stood, and when you received your order ten minutes later, you left feeling lighter than you had before.

You found yourself back in line five days later.

“Hi, welcome to Onigiri Miya, how can I help you?” a young girl asked you at the counter.

You wish you had another explanation for why your heart sank a little at this. What the hell was happening to you? You didn’t even need to be here today. Were you seriously already this whipped for a guy you barely knew?

No. He was cute, yes, but you simply liked talking to him more than you thought you would the other day. That’s it. There’s no way you had romantic feelings after two meetings with him. No matter how nervous he made you.

It was when you were about to begrudgingly answer the employee in front of you that Miya appeared from the back of the store, hand raised and adjusting the baseball cap on his head. He noticed you immediately and smiled, placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder briefly and saying, “I got this one, can you go check and see if anything needs to be done in the back?”

She nodded and retreated behind the Employee Only door, leaving you facing Miya by yourself.

“Back already?” he grinned.

Heat fought its way to your cheeks and you struggled to smother it. “I had a good day at work, so I figured I’d treat myself,” you lied, shrugging.

“Nice. Well, what can I get for ya?” he asked, leaning his arm against the countertop, a hand poised at the register, ready to type.

Your eyes flitted to the way the muscles in his arm flexed when he did that and after briefly wondering whether it was on purpose or not, told him your order.

He nodded, punching it in. “Anything else?”

You shook your head.

“For here or to-go?”

“... To-go,” you said experimentally, wondering if the frown would appear again like you thought it did last time.

He paused. “Ya sure?” he replied, face stoic but eyes flitting side to side, not directly making contact with yours.

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “Yes?”

Miya narrowed his grey eyes and looked behind, that back at you. “Do ya have the time to stay for a minute then?”

“Um, yeah, I guess. What’s wrong?” you asked.

He instead ducked under the counter, leaving you standing there, staring at empty air. You blinked, wondering if maybe it wasn’t the best idea to start crushing on this guy anyway, before he reappeared, holding a large jar of rice.

He set it on the counter in front of you and looked at you with a subtle smirk-- like he knew something you didn’t.

“Ah,” you said flatly after fifteen seconds of silence. “A jar of… uncooked rice.”

The smirk grew and he huffed a laugh through his nose at your remark. “Guess how many grains ’re in here,” he said, patting his hand on the lid.

“I don’t know, how many?”

He shook his head. “Nope that’s not how the game works. Ya gotta guess.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Game?”

He shrugged, the smirk being replaced by one of nonchalance. “Ya said yer ‘competitive needs’ weren’t being fulfilled, so I figured I’d help out. Anytime ya get bored, feel free to stop by and try yer hand at it.”

Oh. That was... actually really nice. And very bad for your heart.

You narrowed your eyes and lifted your chin, pretending like you weren’t as affected as you actually were by his words. “What do I get if I win?”

The corner of Miya’s mouth twitched and a mischievous look settled in his eye. “Can’t tell ya ‘til ya do.”

You huffed, glaring at the jar of rice, then pulled out a notebook from your bag.

His face dropped. “What’re ya doin’?”

You looked up after pulling a pen from your bag as well. “Math,” you stated. “You have a measuring tape, by any chance?”

“Wha-- ya can’t do that, that’s cheatin’!” he exclaimed.

“You never said how I had to get my answer,” you retorted, thrown off by his sudden mood switch.

“I said guess!”

“Math is literally just accurate guessing! There’s gotta be like eight or nine thousand grains in there-- you want me to just pick a number?”

He huffed in exasperation and rolled his eyes. “Well it’s no fun if ya just math yer way to the answer!”

“Oh my god,” you said, rolling your eyes in return and shoving your pen and notebook back in your bag, “Fine! I’ll do it your way.”

The doorbell tinkled.

You both looked toward the new customer, then back at each other. Miya cleared his throat, face shifting back into its neutral expression. “Anyways, that’ll be 340 yen,” he continued, scooting the jar of rice slowly to the side of the counter.

For some reason, you found a laugh bubbling out of you. This whole situation was completely ridiculous, but nonetheless, entertaining. He was entertaining.

You pulled out your card. “Here.”

He took it from your hand while smiling too, your fingers brushing just slightly this time. You flexed your hand by your side to see if the tingling that shot through your nerves would go away. It didn't.

“Here ya go, yer order’ll be ready shortly,” he said, handing you back your card. His cheeks were a little pink this time.

“Thanks.” You stepped to the side.

Your order wasn't complicated and was brought to you fairly quickly, but you didn't leave right after. You waited until Miya was finished with the customers in line, and after everyone was taken care of and on their way with their food, he noticed you were still there.

“Ya need somethin’?” he inquired.

“Eight thousand nine hundred and forty-two,” you stated.

The words he was prepared to say next died in his throat as he realized what you were referring to. “Nope,” he smugly replied.

“Nine thousand two hundred and three?” you tried again.

He shook his head and crossed his arms.

You frowned. “Am I close?”

Miya just shrugged, the same small smirk still on his face.

That earned him a glare. “Useless,” you muttered.

It was the start of a new routine for you. Once a day, if you had the time (and you always did), you would make a stop by Onigiri Miya. Most times you would buy something, either for yourself or friends or coworkers as a kind gesture, and sometimes you wouldn’t. But either way, you always made at least five attempts toward the jar.

And you were always wrong somehow. Logically, you knew that this was more than probable-- it was a lot of fucking rice-- but you figured after so many attempts you would at least start to get closer.

The thing is, Miya didn’t tell you if you were closer or not. He never gave you any hints. The only leeway he did offer was a new rule: if you guessed within ten digits of the actual amount, he would count it as correct. That had to give you some boost, right?

But day after day, all you got were negative answers and that stupid smug smile of his. It made you want to wring his neck out sometimes. One day in retaliation, you told him that he looked like his brother when he did that and with how offended he got, you almost thought that was the end of your visits to the shop right there. To mellow him out you had to remind him that they were identical twins; everything he did made him look like his brother. It worked a little.

If anything, the only thing you were making any headway in was your relationship with Miya. Even though you never made it any closer to guessing the right number, every visit brought you closer to him.

The two of you made idle chatter in between customers, though you tried to visit in between rush hours so interruptions didn’t happen so often. You talked about work, hobbies, and your families (though this one was more him complaining about his brother). You learned that he and his brother used to play volleyball in high school together, and were pretty famous as a duo, though Atsumu now played professionally for the MSBY Jackals. He told you the story of how his restaurant came into existence, and even elaborated on why he didn’t follow the same path as his brother one closing night when you had come for your daily visit a little later than normal.

You eventually had to accept that you had a crush on him, though it was kind of hard not to after how much time you hung around each other. You discovered that you admired Miya Osamu very much with his hooded eyes, his cryptic, deadpan humor, and his kindness, and thoroughly enjoyed spending time with him. You wouldn’t say he was perfect, because nobody was, in your opinion, but you would say he was the kind of person you wanted to try and be perfect for.

And this is how the cycle continued. You would show up, talk, fall a little bit more for him, guess the amount of rice wrong again, and eave to return the next day and do it all over again.

Honestly, the only that kept you coming back was him. You were starting to give up on guessing, since you were never right, but told yourself that you’d have to find another excuse to see him if you did. And you did not have another excuse.

The cycle was broken, however, the day Miya Atsumu came to visit.

Even though it had been almost a month and a half since the fated chopstick battle, you had never officially met him until that slow Sunday morning. You were sitting at the serving counter on a stool that had been procured for you several weeks before, just staring at the jar of rice. Miya was working on an order while his coworker (he insisted on calling them all of his employees that, even though he was their boss) stood at the register, handling the customers.

Nobody really ever paid attention to you, since you didn’t do much. You were just known as “Miya-buchou’s friend” that had a bad habit of distracting him from actually running his shop sometimes.

So when you heard an abrupt, “Hey! Chopstick Challenger!” coming from the counter, you were a little confused. But when you saw the bleach-blond that was staring at you with a shit-eating grin on his face (one that was nearly identical to Miya’s), everything made more sense.

“Hello,” you greeted, begrudgingly getting up to bow, when he waved a hand at you.

“Eh, no need for that. ‘Samu talks about ya all the time! Though don’t think that’ll make me forget how competitive ya were the first time we met. ‘Ve seen it first hand now, there’s no changin’ my mind,” he explained.

Had he commented on your competitive streak first, your instinct would’ve been to remark on that, but instead, you reclined back in your seat and looked over at Miya, who had dropped his task of assembling rice balls in favor of staring his brother down with a warning glare that looked absolutely murderous. The sentence he talks about ya all the time! Circled around in your head as you desperately tried to wrangle it under control before it could get out of hand.

For the sake of your own sanity, you had to bring it up. “Miya-kun talks about me?” you repeated, confusion surrounding your tone.

The blond Miya beat your Miya to the punch before he could answer. He snorted. “Yeah, it’s a little embarrassing, honestly,” he commented, snickering at his brother’s growing rage. “Oh, and ya don’t have ta worry ‘bout the formality with me, just call me Atsumu since we’ve got the same family name,” he added, grinning.

“Or, ya can call me Osamu, and call him Miya, since we’ve actually known each other for more than five minutes,” Osamu intervened, directing his attention at his brother the entire time as made his way over, leaning a little bit over the counter that separated him from the two of you. It almost seemed more like he was talking to his twin than to you.

“Uh, okay,” you conceded, watching with a mix of mild fascination and disbelief as Atsumu threw his hands up in surrender and bleated a defensive “What?” toward Osamu.

Your gaze shifted to the latter twin. Sure, Osamu had told you he was competitive, especially when it came to Atsumu, but you didn’t think it would be this bad.

Osamu sighed and rolled his eyes, this time purposefully addressing his brother. “I’m not giving ya free food. Order like everyone else.”

Atsumu exaggeratedly dropped his arms and reeled his head back in offense, his eyebrows drawing together. “I didn’t only come here for free food!” he argued.

“Why then.”

“Well I had a recipe idea for ya to try, but if yer gonna be an ungrateful shit then I’m not gonna tell ya!”

Osamu leveled him with a deadpan stare. Then he muttered something under his breath and turned around to finish the order he was in the middle of before marching into the back and leaving you alone with Atsumu.

Atsumu watched the door for a few beats after, an innocent smile painted on his face, and you were beginning to think that maybe Osamu had complained a little too much about his sibling until that innocent smile turned smug. And even though you hadn’t known Osamu for very long, you’d come to know that a smug smile on a Miya meant that they were hiding something.

Atsumu looked at the jar of rice you sat in front of. He leaned down, bracing his forearms on the counter to be head level with you, and then spoke.

“I’m guessin’ ya don’t know the answer yet?” he quipped cocking his head toward you.

You rolled your eyes and turned to look at the jar as well, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “No,” you grumbled.

Atsumu smirked. “Ya wanna know somethin’?”

You eyed him out of the corner of your eye warily. “... What?”

He leaned a little closer to you and opened his mouth, then with a dramatic cadence to it, whispered, “‘Samu doesn’t either.”

Your mind blanked as you tried to process what that could mean. “What?” you repeated, this time with more confusion behind it.

Osamu burst through the back doors at that time, scanning behind the counter and eyeing the two of you. His eyes narrowed and he asked monotonously, “D’either of ya have a pen?”

You opened your mouth to say yes, but Atsumu said, “Nope. We’re both empty. Sorry,” sending Osamu stomping to the back once again.

Atsumu continued before you had to ask him to. “I sat here in that exact chair--” he pointed to your stool-- ”a month ago and watched him pour a completely random bag of rice into that jar. No countin’ whatsoever.”

Your head felt like it was spinning now, swarmed with a million thoughts and none at the same time. “But-- why would he ask me to guess if he didn’t know the answer himself?”

Atsumu shrugged, and it reminded you of his brother. “Dunno. Could be to mess with ya. Could be ‘cause he was bored. Or could be he wanted a reason for ya to keep comin’ around,” he smiled at the last one. “Who’s ta say.”

Those words bounced around behind your eyes for the rest of your visit.

Atsumu eventually recited his recipe idea to Osamu once he had finally acquired a pen, and left shortly after with a promise to return later when Osamu was less busy for his free food quota. Osamu had apologized to you for Atsumu bothering you and you had said it was okay, but everything had a haze over it, like you were only passively there in a dream, and not a part of it. When Osamu returned to work and you took that as your cue to leave, bidding him a distracted goodbye.

You didn’t show up the next day.

The sign wasn’t even flipped to OPEN when you marched in.

The bell of the door ringing caused Osamu to turn around in the middle of setting up tables for the day. He started by saying in a practiced drawl, “’M sorry, we don’t open for another--” but as soon as he noticed it was you, his expression morphed into surprise. “Oh, hey! Where were--”

“Three thousand seven hundred and fourteen,” you declared, meeting him in the middle of the shop.

Osamu blinked at you. “Nice to see ya too? And no,” he chuckled.

“Thirty thousand one hundred and eight.”

He gave you a side-eye expression, assessing you quizzically. “No. Is this why ya were gone yesterday? Did ya meditate on this or somethin’?”

No. But you had meditated on something else. With the context of what Atsumu had told you, you had sat around your apartment and reassessed every cryptic thing Osamu had said to you in the past month and a half. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but when thinking about it all from the perspective that Osamu wanted to convince you to keep returning to his shop, and that he maybe even liked you, everything made more sense. So after talking it all over with a friend of yours and getting a second opinion on the situation, and then stewing on all your information for several hours, you came up with a plan.

The slightly concerned look in Osamu’s eyes made you think he could see the determination in yours.

“Seven thousand eight hundred and sixty-three,” you leveled carefully, looking him fully in the eye.

He raised an eyebrow at that and crossed his arms. “Ya seem awfully confident about that one,” he challenged.

You narrowed your eyes. “Am I right or wrong?”

The tension was almost palpable between you two. You watched him as he prepared his answer, and you braced yourself in preparation for the answer to your theory.

“Wrong,” he stated, leaning forward enough so that he was just slightly in your personal space.

You pursed your lips and reached in your bag to pull out your notebook. You flipped it open to the intended page and held it for him to see. “Right,” you corrected, pointing to the number circled at the bottom of the page, preceded by scribbles that spelled out the mathematical equation for volume.

Osamu looked at the page. You watched as his eyebrows slowly scrunched together, and then as his face slowly tilted back up to yours to where you could see the incredulous expression it was contorted in.

“Cheater,” he whispered, seemingly scandalized by your betrayal.

You tried to catch him before he went on a rant. “Why did you say--”

“I thought we agreed ya wouldn’t do the math!” he exclaimed, his arms flopping down to his sides. You were both very lucky you were the only ones in the shop.

“You only made me agree to that because you didn’t actually know the answer!”

“I-- ” Osamu began, but stopped when he realized he didn’t have a come back for that.

“What’s. Going. On,” you deadpanned.

Osamu pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. “What’d’ya think is goin’ on?”

“Are you--”

“‘Kay, ‘kay,” he relented. Osamu sighed, seeming to be gathering his nerve, before continuing in a softer tone. “Long-story-short, I was trying ta ask ya out ‘cause I like ya and I think yer really cool an’ pretty an’ funny an’ a million other things, but I didn’t know if ya liked me back ‘cause I wasn’t gettin’ any reaction from ya, so I used the rice jar as a delay, an’ after I’d figured out if ya liked me I was gonna declare ya the winner randomly and give ya my number as the prize.” He finalized his ramble with a shrug.

Understandably, it took you a minute to process all of that. Sure, you’d had your suspicions, but you hadn’t been expecting him to just drop a confession on you like that. With how stubborn and cryptic he could be sometimes, you thought it would take you a good ten minutes of badgering for him to admit it.

Osamu looked at you warily, outwardly showing his usual calm demeanor, but eyes scanning your face with apprehension. “So?” he prompted after you still receiving nothing.

“I’ve shown up,” you started slowly, “to your shop, every day, for the past month and a half, and you didn’t know if I liked you?”

“I didn’t know if ya were jus’ a nervous person or not! I didn’t wanna make ya uncomf’terble!” he reasoned.

“Well, I do!” you finally stated.

Silence covered the two of you once again and you suddenly realized the space between you and Osamu was a lot smaller than it had started as. You could see the flecks of blue hidden in his irises this close; you could watch the steady growth of pink bloom on his cheeks as he comprehended what you’d said. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“Ya like me?” he repeated in a breathless tone that even in a shop full of people, still only could’ve been heard by you.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

Several seconds went by. Osamu’s eye’s darted to your lips. The only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat in your ears, and him.

“‘Samu?” you tested.

He gulped. “Mm?”

“Are you gonna kiss me?”

You didn’t have to ask him twice.

#miya osamu #osamu x reader #haikyuu longfic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #snail.writes

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mio-parasite · 3 years

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Lovely - M!Robot (Zach) X GN!Human Render

Warning: mention of physical and emotional abuse.

I'm sorry for the bad spelling and bad English

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The great technological breakthrough had brought great things to make people's lives simpler, including a robot known as l1f3 that would allow you to be a beloved of the house flawless. Trouble finding a good babysitter? No problem, l1f3 can take care of your children without worry. Is your husband or wife cheating on you with the housekeeper? Say no more, l1f3 is the perfect machine for making household things. Don't worry about your partner, l1f3 just obeying a single word that you, our great buyer, will have the privilege to program before turning it on. Take it now!! It will change your life forever.

More than 10 years have passed since the day this announcement was published; L1f3 was already in its latest version. It was the most sought-after robot since it went on the market, its main characteristics had evolved to make it a total slave of the human being. On the other hand, you didn't have an l1f3 in your possession, not precisely because you didn't have enough money to buy one, but because you preferred to do things at home the traditional way, with your own hands. Many of your co-workers knew about this and on more than one occasion they came to offer you their l1f3 at a very low price, since several of them were going to buy the new version that would come out.

Come on friends is the best offer nor will black Friday give you an offer as it is. - said his co-worker.

Tom I already told you I like to do things on my own, when I'm an old man of 89 years I'll think about getting one - you answered although deep down it was just a lie - maybe you'll only get some old people's home - well, until tomorrow Tom.

Until tomorrow. - I answer his companion almost reluctantly.

You left your work building to go to the corner parking lot. It was kind of sad that your work building didn't have a parking lot of its own but you couldn't ask much of a building that's more than 70 years old.

When you got to the parking lot you passed by the guard who as always was sleeping, you took a slight sigh to go under the fence and finally get to your car but something caught your attention a young man who was lying on the driver's door of your car.

Hey, are you okay? - you approached quickly, he seemed to be sleeping maybe he jumped glasses and was going to get into his car that was next to yours but his body can't stand the amount of alcohol was a good theory not the first time you run into a drunk in the parking lot - friend wake up I must go home.

When you put your hand on his shoulder, a strange sensation of something wet made you jump out of fright. When you turned on the light you realized that that liquid in your hand was blue but the sensation was not like paint much less it had smell it was strange that thing that was blue in your hand didn't seem you had seen it before.

You pointed your flashlight at the young man who was sitting with his back against the door of your car. Poor robot maybe they assaulted him or he was also one of those extremist groups that are finding that robots are living with humans. Well whatever the case you could not leave it thrown there is also so far do not think that there is a mechanic available also its owner may be looking for it would be good to look for the owner, but one of your friends explained that if you enter the official site of the company l1f3 and put the first four digits of the barcode that is in the back of the neck of the robot you can find its owner with his contact number in case you lost the robot.

That was quite timely but that time with your friend they put Numbers up out of sheer boredom finding the large number of people who owned one in their home even if it was low resources is surprising that much of society is dependent on these robots but there is no more time to digress you have to act the robot is in a bad situation. You approached her slowly to move her neck very carefully but when you gave her a little push to separate her head from the door your wrist was grabbed very tightly.

What do you think you're doing!? - said the robot with anger in his eyes.

"I just want to help," you answer somewhat scared. "it was all so sudden."

Lie - exclaimed the robot- you just want to disarm me and sell my parts as scrap.

It's not true - you answered somewhat altered it seemed that his grip was stronger, it was hurting you. - my pity, let me go. please

The robot gave you a last look at Stan before releasing you definitely, you weighed your wrist and then turned your gaze to the robot that was still sitting seemed so upset but also hurt not only in appearance but also emotionally.

You can really believe me or not but I won't hurt you, I just want to help you - you told the robot as you raised your hands in a signal that you had nothing planned to attack it.

Why? - answered the robot.

What? - you looked at him confused.

Because you want to help me, not since I am just an old-fashioned tin because not selling my parts or sending me to the nearest dump is not easier that I say - I bitterly laugh - there are thousands as I am easy to replace get a new one.

Hey don't say that - the robot looks at you mockingly - I know it sounds stupid but I don't think it's replaceable - sure your owner misses you.

So my owner - he laughed again with bitterness - he was the one who did this to me you know - he said pointing to his wound on his face - he already has two other new models I was only adorning for the bizarre wishes of his eldest daughter where I was his feet, a parparry table and... And... - the robot made a big pause while he clenched his fist - then I got tired of that deal and wanted to run away but my owner wouldn't let me shoot myself so I wouldn't run away but didn't let me not this time so despite that I just ran, ran and ran without looking back until I couldn't stand it anymore I came to hide here after you appeared.

Oh wow - you were really surprised poor robot deserves to be free - thank you for sharing this with me.

Yes - a little laugh of tiredness came out of the lips of that robot - honestly it was rare for me to think that only the information came out. - the robot replied.

Let me take you to my house tomorrow we'll go with a mechanic and you'll go do whatever you want outside - you tell the robot you think it really deserves something better.

Wait what!? - the robot was really surprised by your proposal - because you would do that for me we hardly know each other.

"That's true," you replied, "but it's not good to leave you here either."

I smiled at him, the robot didn't have many options to go with you even if it's quite a lie what you say doesn't matter anymore after all the robot already knows that its fate will be destruction so shit matters.

"Okay, I'll go with you," says the robot as he gets out of the ground.

You couldn't help but give that machine a slight smile.

By the way, what's your name? - you ask him while driving your vehicle.

There was no immediate response just when you left the parking lot to reach a traffic light.

"I have no name," he says as he looks out the window, "it's not something we're made to carry names.

But what do you say!? - surprised - well if you're thinking of leaving your life behind it would be good to give yourself a name.

The robot takes his eyes out of the window to stare with confused faces.

You deserve a name - not just calling yourself for who you are - you are entitled to a name - you answer.

Right you say - the robot seems to look away again at the sale - you're ridiculous you knew.

What about William or jack? , alex is also a good name, there's also brendon, Cody, tayler, josh - you say random name hoping your companion will say something.

Are you serious? - I ask the robot in confusion.

Oh you prefer more foreign names you could be Francisco, akira, Bruno - you keep suggesting names the rest of the way.

Enough is enough... Zacharie - I answer zacharie while you smile.

Zacharie if it suits you I could also tell you zach for short - you answer him with joy.

At last they reach their destination their beautiful home, look at zach a little worried about his condition.

Zach I hope to help you and that you can be free, maybe can not promise me that everything will go well 100% but I will. - zach will just seem more confused but deep down his metallic self wants to have some confidence in you.

#monster lover #monster x reader #robot x reader #robot boyfriend #exophilia #monster fucker #monster boyfriend

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cooliogirl101 · 6 years

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Hi. The reviews on ffnet for chapter 11 of TLM got a lot of interesting prompts. I hope you like some as well. I found the scene between Ichigo, Sayuri and the little sisters very disturbing. I'm not sure Sayuri can not be called a villain at this point, even if she feels some mild regret for her actions. So, how do Karin and Yuzu fare in Hueco Mundo ? How do they get along with the Arrancar ? Aizen ? Sayuri ? Who gets to babysit them ? "Fortunately" Inoue would care for them. Thanks a lot !

Oh yeah, no, Sayuri was 100% a villain in that scene, there’s no doubt of that. Personally, I think she would be a terrifyingly effective villain, down to her twisted sense of mercy (because eliminating a threat without killing them is what counts as mercy for her).

In regards to your questions, I don’t think Inoue would be involved at all. The only reason she was kidnapped was so Aizen could lure half of the Gotei 13 to Hueco Mundo and that only worked because Ichigo was involved. With his sisters kidnapped and in very real danger– well, I don’t really see him doing anything that could possibly antagonize Sayuri, you know? Sayuri told him to grab his people (which includes Inoue) and run, or at the very least, remove themselves from this war. And as much as he cares for Rukia, his sisters are the priority for him. Can you really see him finding the resolve to fight knowing that the second he draws his zanpakuto, his sisters will die?

(“You really didn’t have to do that, you know. The boy has potential…and I would’ve enjoyed a challenge.” “You can enjoy your ‘challenges’ once my neck isn’t on the line, Sousuke.” “Have you so little faith in me, Sayuri? You know I’d never let anything happen to you.”)

In the meantime, I think Sayuri would get Halibel to look after the kids. She’s reliable, one of the most powerful Arrancar, unlikely to get emotionally compromised (like, for example, Starrk), level-headed, and even if she’s not the best with children, she’s a hell of a lot better with them than Ulquiorra.

Aside from Halibel and to an extent, her fraccion, the rest of the Arrancar would have little to no interaction with them, I think. Starrk because he’d get attached too easily, Barragan because…no. Just no. Ulquiorra already has a job as Sayuri’s bodyguard (“Ulquiorra-san, regardless of what my brother has ordered you to do, I am quite capable of taking care of myself. You don’t need to follow me around.” “I have no doubt of that, Sayuri-sama.” “…you’re not going to stop, are you.” “You already know the answer to that, Sayuri-sama.”). Nnoitra because…no. Just no. Grimmjow because chances are he’d return the twins if it meant he could get Ichigo to fight him again. Zommari isn’t banned from seeing the kids, per se, but he has no interest in doing so. Szayel because…no. Just no. Aaroniero also has no interest in seeing the kids Yammy because she doesn’t trust him not to eat them.

As for how Yuzu and Karin fare…well, they’re treated as well as any prisoner of war can be treated. Regular meals, no physical or mental torture, and it doesn’t hurt that both Sayuri and Sousuke have a bit of a soft spot for twins. Karin lashed out a couple times in the beginning but immediately stopped after being threatened with separation from her twin. In reward for good behavior, they’re allowed certain privileges– Karin gets to play soccer with Halibel’s fraccion, Yuzu gets knitting materials (Sayuri promises to help her with her drawing skills if Yuzu helps her improve her knitting), updates on how Ichigo and their dad are doing, books to read, etc. After a few weeks have passed with no signs of resistance, Yuzu gets a fluffy orange cat. Karin gets a hyperactive puppy. They have tea with Sousuke once a week; he listens to them, asks after their well-being, talks to them like they’re adults and unlike Ichigo or Isshin, he tells them about the shinigami (and the many problems inherent in the system) and their own family history (the Shiba clan, how their dad was once a shinigami captain). And they can’t help but feel a little special, that a man as busy and powerful as Aizen Sousuke takes the time to check in on them so regularly. Sayuri hardly ever smiles and when she does, it’s usually for her brother…but occasionally her eyes will warm when she looks at them and her lips will curve upwards when Karin scores a goal or Yuzu brings her something. There are times where she slips up around them, reveals hints of her and Sousuke’s past, and it hurts to hear– neither Yuzu nor Karin can imagine what it’s like having a mother that would give them up.

Sayuri’s not such a bad person, really, Yuzu decides after a month has passed. A little scary at first, but it’s clear she’s never wanted to hurt us.

They have a point, Karin thinks. The shinigami system…it sounds really messed up. Imagine having a government that allows people like that Kurotsuchi guy to go free! That regularly commits genocide! It’s no wonder they want to change things.

Gin looks at these two children who are already so enamored with their captors and can’t help but feel a twinge of pity. But then, it’s hardly a surprise. Aizen Sousuke once won over the entire Gotei 13 with his charm. As for Aizen Sayuri…he thinks of Tousen, Ulquiorra, the men and women she’s ruined, hungry for every scrap of approval she throws their way. So very desperate to be the one she graces with her rare smiles, the one she trusts with her secrets.

Two eleven year old’s left in the dark by their father and brother, with no prior experience with manipulation? They never really stood a chance.

(So no, neither Sayuri nor Sousuke would mistreat the twins. They don’t need to.)

I guess, as a question back to my readers: have I made Sousuke and Sayuri sufficiently scary yet? :P

#i can try harder if the answer is no #you should see the backstory I planned with how Sayuri met Tousen #to love a monster #Anonymous

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purple-possibilities · 6 years

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Sibi oneechan I'm so sad )))': i had a dream I was married to Kakashi last night but he was mean, abusive, controlling and manipulative. And in my dream all my friends and family turned against me and were hurting me too. Tbh I woke up kind of scared of him and of relationships in general. I know you're busy but I could use something positive, esp about Kakashi ))): sorry

I’m so sorry that youhad such an alarming dream! And for it tofeature being married to Kakashi to boot… that’s like pouring salt in thewound. You got gypped!

So, to fix that, letme tell you what being married to Kakashi is actually like. We can wipe the slate, so to speak, and giveyou something good to (day)dream about. I hope this cheers you up (it’s over 5.3k so buckle up, kiddo)

To start, let’s talk about Kakashi and marriage ingeneral. Kakashi is definitely the typeof guy who never thought he was going to get married. When he was a kid he didn’t care about datingor romance at all. Girls were dumb. Boys were dumb. Kids were dumb. Everyone but Kakashi (and his papa) weredumb. So he didn’t think about it.

Then he got his team (which reinforced the idea thateveryone was dumb, but Minato got added to the exception list) which was just abad experience for Kakashi. His fatherkilled himself soon after, and then one by one his teammates died/were killed,all in very traumatic fashions. Whichled to Kakashi isolating himself even more. Any thoughts Kakashi might have had about getting married (with Minatoand Kushina being married and her being pregnant, I feel like he might havegiven it a very brief, passing thought before dismissing it as trivial,especially if the adults around him we’re being adults and saying things like “that’s going to be you one day,” or “I can’t wait to see you when you fall inlove,” and other annoying things people older than you often say about thishypothetical ‘one day’ you) are completely gone at this point.

Then Kakashi goes through his ANBU phase, he gets Team 7, andthere’s just no time to think about dating or settling down. Kakashi is still very reclusive before Team7, and it takes a bit after he does get his students for him to open up atall. So Kakashi definitely isn’t lookingor thinking about love. I can’t imagineKakashi dating at all in this period of time, not casually at least. It would have to be in a very specificcircumstance. Like, someone he alreadytrusts who has been in his life for a while, and then some situational things,and some movie magic.

To make things worse, whatever healing that happened afterbecoming a sensei was washed away with the whole Sasuke defection drama Ialmost wrote defecation, that would have been an entirely differentseries. Kakashi has his feelings offailure compounded, his guilt is magnified, he feels like an even biggerfailure, and the rest of his students are gone, too. So he regresses a bit. That means there’s still not time to think about dating,except for maybe depressing thoughts when he sees people together, like“they’re so happy, no one would want to be with me like that, I’d just ruintheir life anyways.”

I do think that Kakashi begins to crave that sort ofintimacy after a while. He might be abit envious of Asuma and Kurenai’s relationship, not because he’s in love witheither Asuma or Kurenai, but because they have each other, and Kakashi feelslike he has no one. But again, his lifeis in shambles and Kakashi is not about to bring someone else into it, so nodating. (I can also see him trying toconvince himself that he doesn’t want it either. Like ‘oh, I don’t need that, it’s not for me’etc, but his love for Icha Icha tells me otherwise—boy wants connections, he’sjust too scared and stunted to make them of his own volition).

When the Fourth War is over, this is when Kakashi has timeto heal. His precious people survived(the people he loooooves, it’s so nice to think that Kakashi has people heloves, he deserves it—we all do), and he has some sort of closure with his Obitoguilt. He’ll have to work out his guiltfor “causing” the Fourth War in the first place (not that I think it’s hisfault, but Kakashi probably does), but he’s in a good place. Konoha is in a good place, the ShinobiNations as a whole are in a good place, it’s just a good time for healing.

I can see Kakashi entertaining the idea of dating at thispoint in his life, maybe after a few years. He might see his students and the other sensei’s kids starting to pairoff and date, and maybe Kakashi begins to think about settling downhimself. Although, he’s gonna have tocatch feelings first before he makes a move.

It probably takes Kakashi a while to even realise that hehas a crush (“What is the strange feeling in my chest whenever they walkby? Maybe I’m hungry. When was the last time I ate?”) because Idon’t think he’s ever had one before. He’ll probably think of it as admiration at first, since he’ll confuseit with the way he felt for Minato and his dad somewhat (platonically people,jeeze). Like, he wants to be around thisperson, he wants to impress them, he likes it when they pay attention to him,he gets nervous when they’re around, he somehow manages to make a fool ofhimself every time he hears their name, etc.

Once he connects the dots, however (and it was 100% IchaIcha that clued him off, thanks Jiraiya, RIP), Kakashi has like, amini-breakdown. He still doesn’t thinkthat he’s worthy, he still thinks no one would want to be with him, he stillthinks that he’s no good. Gai probably findsout and has to convince Kakashi to take a chance. It likely involves making it a Challenge™ ofsome sort.

Kakashi does what he always does; he strategizes. Kakashi is a man of strategy, so he’s goingto make a plan on how to woo you.

Unfortunately for Kakashi, his experience with romance anddating at all is zilch. Twice asunfortunately, with Asuma gone (RIP Asuma you went too soon), he only has Icha Icha as a guide. Kakashi might also nab a book he has seen Saiwalking around with (Romance and Relationships: A Beginner’s Guide to Dating. I do not recommend it).

So Kakashi makes his plan. It’s very well thought out, has multiple phases, and contingencies, andsoooo many layers you don’t even know. Despitehow convoluted it is, it can be separated into two fairly simple phases—it’show he executes each phases where things get messy. I’ll briefly explain it.

Phase 1 is figure out if you like him. This involves like, Elle Woods-esque (fromLegally Blonde) tips and tricks. Like,bending over in front of you and seeing if you stare at his ass. He probably starts talking to you more,trying to be super casual. He suddenlybumps into you all the time. Whereveryou go, Kakashi is somehow there too. Ifyou try and talk to him though, he gets all aloof and distant, because hedoesn’t want you to know that he likes you yet. It’s very confusing. He justcomes across as Odd.

Eventually he clues in that you like him (although someoneelse probably figures it out and tells him). So he moves on to Phase 2: Ask You Out.

Kakashi asking people out is always hilarious whenever Iimagine it. I can see it happening intwo (equally hilarious) ways. Although the first is the most likely, I have to add the second. You’ll see why soon lol.

In the first, he is so laid back and aloof that he probablystrikes out multiple times because you just don’t understand that he’s askingyou something at all, let alone asking you one a date. Like, I’m pretty sure the first few attempts,you think he’s talking to someone else and just walk on by like nothinghappened. Like, he’ll say vague thingssuch as, “It’s a nice day for a walk,” or “Yakiniku Q has the best BBQ” or “I’llbe at Ichiraku later.” And you’re justlike “???” or “That’s nice,” or just keep on walking because you didn’t evennotice he was there. Boy is too stealthy sometimes; it’s really notworking out for him.

So he realises that he needs to be more direct. Kakashi, however, gets stuck in the ‘oh Ithought you were asking as a friend’ type thing. He might think you two are on a date, untilyou ask something like ‘where’s everyone else?’ and then he realises that hewas not direct enough. He was probablysuper late, too. You may have even left,thinking you were in the wrong spot (or you were just tired of waiting, let’sbe honest).

So he’ll ask again, this time saying that he’s picking youup from your house, since that’s a date-thing to do, and also that way youdon’t leave when he’s late. Because heis still late, although it’s because he’s nervous and trying to figure out howto not mess things up, not so much that he didn’t want to come.

The second way I can see him asking someone out is by farthe more hilarious. Rae and I havetalked about this before with one of her KakaHana one-shots and it’s like, themost Kakashi thing ever. He getsflowers, and writes a poem about his feelings for you (it’s a very cheesy poembut it’s super sweet). He knocks on your door and when you answer, gets on oneknee outside of your house. He’s sweating and shaking and he tries to recitethe poem but he’s stuttering through it, redder even than that one time theyasked him to read Icha Icha out loud, if that’s even possible. It is a huge, cheesy, romantic gesture,probably straight out of Icha Icha. It’severy romance novel cliché, it’s painful to watch (let alone being Kakashi) sotake pity on him, accept the flowers, pry the poem out of his shaking hands,and say “yes,” already.

Invite him in for tea. Do not tell him how sweet he is, unless you want him to faint. If anyone other than you witnessed him askingyou out, he would probably die of embarrassment. Never bring it up again. I think the only way he’d do this, though, isif he already had strong feelings for you. Like they were closer to love than just a crush, and you were friends for a while. He thinks the grand romantic gesture is what he needs in order to show you that he wants to switch your relationship from friendship to romance.

For Kakashi to ask anyone out at all, I do think it’sbecause he’s hoping it will lead to something more, eventually. He’s not a casual dater. That’s not to say that he’s trying to settledown quickly, or that he’s just going to stay with the first person he asks outno matter what, but he is definitely looking for something serious.

Even then, it takes Kakashi a while to propose. No matter how quickly he falls for you, he’sstill got his issues and his insecurities. He feels somehow like he’s cheated you, tricked you into being with him,or somehow stolen you. He definitelydoes not think that he is worthy, and no matter how much you love him, thiswill be hard to change. It’s somethinghe needs to get over himself. Anytimeyou tell him you love him, he feels an overwhelming warmth in his chest, aswell as shame, and fear, and guilt, and a whole host of other things. I don’t know that Kakashi will ever be ableto get over it.

I think the best thing you could do to reassure Kakashi isto show him that you’re happy. He willdefinitely be trying very hard to make you happy, to make up for his ownfeelings of inadequacy. This, out ofeverything, makes him feel better. He stillcan’t imagine why you would like him, let alone love him, but as long as you’rehappy, he feels like he’s doing something right. He feels like it’s okay for him to be withyou, because you are content, and that’s really what he wants for you.

After a few years of being happy together (and you’veprobably moved in together at this point), Kakashi will start to believe that it’sokay for him to have you. He had wantedyou and loved you and tried his best to deserve you. Maybe he still feels likehe doesn’t deserve you and all the happiness you bring him, but he can tellthat you’re not going anywhere; he “let you” get too attached, and—if you’vehinted to it at all—he’ll be thinking about marriage.

He’s probably wanted to marry you for a while now, but hedidn’t want to trap you in anything. Butyou haven’t gone anywhere, and aren’t planning on going anywhere, so Kakashi wantsto do right by you (that’s what he says to himself, because he is a selflessman. But deep down, he desperately wants to tie youto him, he wants to casually call you his spouse, he wants to call you his—he’salready yours, all of him is yours, he is devoted and loyal and completely atyour whim, though he doesn’t have the words to say it. He thinks this might just show you howprecious you are to him).

So Kakashi proposes. He also has a very convoluted, intricate plan for this. I’m not going to outline a proposal, becauseI really think that the ideal proposal is different from person to person. Kakashi would know you so well at this point(maybe a little too well, he’s observant and a master at looking underneath theunderneath) and so he’d craft it to be exactly what you’d like. Whether it’s casually going for dinner andthen a walk, where he takes you somewhere private and gets on one knee (hestutters and blushes through telling you how much you mean to him) or somethingcompletely cheesy and romantic (he also stutters and blushes through the wholething) or whatever. Kakashi will go outof his comfort zone for you, because at the end of the day he really just wantsto make you happy (which can be dangerous for him, because he doesn’t thinkabout his own happiness—really, he’s just happy if you are. So try and do things to make him happy too,no one-sided relationships here).

It takes him like a month to plan and organize things to hisstandards (if he’s Hokage now, it’ll take him even longer). I can’t decide if he actually manages tocarry out the plan, if he gets too nervous and fudges it up on the day, or ifhe just cracks and randomly asks you out of the blue because he just loves youso much and he can’t wait, or the nerves got the best of him and he can’t take it anymore. If it’s thelatter he’ll try to back-peddle and recover but honestly just kiss him (even ifit’s over the mask) and say ‘yes,’ to put the poor man out of his misery.

So you’re engaged (wasn’t this supposed to be about marriagewhere did I go wrong?) and Kakashi is temporarily relieved. The wedding, however, makes him soooonervous. Not because he has any doubtabout marrying you, but if you want a big ceremony (not happening if he’s not Hokage, btw, because Jounin Kakashi doesn’t have command over ANBU and can’t get you any bodyguards), or even one in front ofjust your close family and friends, he’s sooo worried about it. He wants everything to be perfect for you, hedoesn’t know what that means but Icha Icha said that weddings were the happiestday of the couple’s life and Kakashi feels like if he fails at this, then he’sgoing to ruin your relationship for all time. Yes, he totally is overreacting. I hc that Kakashi can’t really deal with emotions well, and this is agood example of that.

Kakashi will go along with whatever you want. But this is where you really need to step inand think about what he wants, too, because he will not. So don’t plan anything that will make himuncomfortable. Although, if he’s Hokagehe’s probably going to have to have a huge wedding, with the village involvedand everything. Hooooboy. This… this is a lot to take in.

Absolutely do not suggest that he not wear his mask. He honestly might take it off for you, as ashow of dedication and his love, but he will feel so out of place (and plusthen all people will talk about when referencing your marriage is his face andthat will just make him more uncomfortable). So, mask on (sorry Future).

While Kakashi is great at planning things in the tacticalsense, this skill does not apply to wedding planning. He’ll make time to go with you places, liketo look at venues, or to taste food and stuff, but things like colours andflowers and whatever, he doesn’t care. So that’s going to fall to you. Sorry. Get your friends to help.

Engaged life is probably pretty similar to dating life withKakashi, considering you’ve already moved in with him and see each other everyday.

The length of time you’re engagedis determined by how complex your wedding ceremony is. Kakashi is ready to go elope the second heproposes (ok so he was ready before he proposed but he has to ask you first, hecan’t just swoop in and take you to an officiant, he has some tact). You’re probablystressed because so much of the planning falls on your shoulders, but Kakashigives really nice massages and he’ll totally make it up to you in other ways,wink wink.

On the day you get married, Kakashi is super worried thatsomething is going to go wrong. Hethinks you’re going to change your mind and leave him at the altar. He is probably a sweating mess. He acts really indifferent on the outsidethough, or tries his best. No one willever realise just how nervous he actually was, although those close to him cantell that he’s not as unaffected as he usually looks.

The moment he sees you, however, his heart stops. You look stunning, no matter what you’rewearing. He is simply in awe. It’s finally happening. You’re here. You haven’t changed your mind.

I’m going to skip the ceremony and reception stuff, becausehonestly you planned it, not me, so you go ahead and take a minute to imageyour wedding. I will say, however, thatonce the ceremony is over, Kakashi is soooo relieved. Everything worked out, no one tried to opposeyour ceremony (he’s read too much Icha Icha ok he was half convinced some pastlover of yours was going to crash the wedding and take you away from him).

Kakashi is more relaxed during the reception (if you have one) andhe’s never far from your side. Hedoesn’t like the attention on him, but he likes that you’re his spouse now, andhe doesn’t want to let you out of his sight. He probably plans to whisk you away somewhere asap, though, leaving shadowclones as decoys (unless you really want to stay. Then he’ll stay. But take pity on the man at the very leastand keep the attention on you and not him. Although honestly he’d probably manage to make your guests uncomfortablesomehow).

Gai definitely makes at least one Youthful speech at somepoint. The more he drinks the morespeeches he makes, to be completely honest. There are lots of tears and YOUTH and you should probably leave before hecovers you and Kakashi with snot from all the happy tears he’s crying. Direct him towards Lee; they’ll hug it out.

Kakashi’s favourite part of the reception is getting to slowdance with you. Even though everyone iswatching, he enjoys having you so close. He’s been stressed out all day and having you in his arms, inhaling yourscent, hearing you whisper that you love him, it just helps him decompress. Honestly, you should really cuddle him a bitbefore the reception, in private. Showup late. It’s cool, no one expects youto be on time anyways.

THE WEDDING NIGHT.

…do I really have to go here?

*le sigh*

All I’m going to say is, wear some nice lingerie underneathyour outfit. If you’re brave enough (orhave no filter, like myself) whisper all the things you’re going to do tohim/want him to do to you. He’ll go sored, but it’ll turn him on sooo much. Just go for it. Even if you’reblushing yourself, it’s totally worth it. Be brave, lil birdy, I believe in you.

You’re both probably tired from the day you had, so maybeyou just help each other undress and then fall into bed together (poor, unusedlingerie. Kakashi will ask you to wearit tomorrow night). Kakashi can’t sleepthough, he’s had too stressful of a day. Instead he holds you closer and thinks about how lucky he is… and thenreads Icha Icha. Come on, the man isn’tfrom a romance novel he’s not going to stare at you adoringly all night. He will probably turn his head into yourhair, occasionally nuzzling or pressing soft kisses wherever he can reach.

If you wake up and want to have some fun, he’s definitelynot going to turn you down, either. Hehonestly might need the release just to loosen up and actually fall asleep. Get Kakashi off. Just do it. It’ll be fun I promise.

So you’re married now. This was my point. I’m finally at the point. Wait, honeymoon. Ok ok real quick. No, fuck it. You make this part up. I’m sureit’s lovely. Kakashi goes where youwant. Do something romantic for him (hewill blush so hard if you romance him it’s so worth it he’s adorable just doit). Hopefully he has some time off fromhis Hokage duties. Spend lots of timealone, just the two of you. That’swhat’s important—being together.

Ok so now I’m atmy point. Married life.

Kakashi is so much more relaxed now that you’remarried. He’s not worried about youleaving him, because while you might divorcehim, he’s confident that you wouldn’t have married him if you were planning onbeing with anyone else. Your marriage issomething concrete; it’s tangible in a way, in that it’s on paper and everyoneknows about it. While he probablyworries about it being such public knowledge, if he’s Hokage he can’t avoidit. And if not, well, he would haverequired a more private wedding, limited to just your family and close friendsthat you both would trust with your lives. Kakashi does not compromise on your safety. You’re going to just have to deal with it.

He loves waking up next to you. If he wakes up first, he’ll turn into you andhold you closer, letting himself drift on the edges of sleep. Or he’ll grab Icha Icha from his nightstandand read a bit. He’s perfectly contentjust lying in bed for a while. If hereally has to leave, he’ll do his best not to wake you when he gets up (itprobably involves a replacement jutsu with a body pillow). Then he’ll use all his ninja skills to getready and go. He might cook you somebreakfast, and leave it in the stove to stay warm. You’ll probably find a silly note signed witha henohenomoheji on your hairbrush or something—whatever you go for first whenyou wake up.

If you wake up first, your movement will wake him up. Always. He’ll pull you closer and whisper “just five more minutes,” and how canyou say no to sleepy Kakashi? You can’t,only a monster would have that power. Sosettle back down, cuddle a bit, and maybe start kissing a little, and let yourhands wander, and if one thing leads to the next, well… I’m sure you’ll have anice morning. You’re going to be latethough. I hope you didn’t have anywhereimportant to be.

Although Kakashi seems like the type of guy who wouldn’t putstock in important dates, I think he himself really likes celebrating youranniversary. It’s a celebration thatyou’re together, that you love him, that he makes you happy… it’s just good forhim. That doesn’t necessarily mean hemakes a big deal out of it, but he definitely remembers. He’ll get you something meaningful, that he’sput too much thought into but he’ll pass off as “oh, I just picked somethingup.”

Kakashi will want to do something special but also lowkey. Maybe he’ll pull out the sake or the wine (ifyou don’t usually drink it) or maybe he’ll go for champagne (if you likeit). He will have mysteriously just “found it” somewhere. A nice old ladygave it to him as a thank you for carrying her groceries. He caught some kids in an alleyway andhe—being responsible—had to confiscate it. He had to help a cat out of a tree and he found it in a bird’s nest(they use stranger and stranger things to build their nests. Why, only the other day he found a perfectlywrapped and beautifully arranged bouquet of flowers in one. What odd birds. That’s definitely it).

If you’re staying in, he offers to cook. Insist on doing it together. Even if you’re not a great cook, just chopwhat needs chopping, or hand him things. Crowd him in the kitchen. Helikes how casually your skin brushes against his. How you slip by him, how your hands brush… hejust likes that casual intimacy that means you’re close to someone. That sort of calm, domestic stuff gets to him. It makes him feel like he’s alive instead ofjust existing. Even just hugging himfrom behind while he works over the stove—clinging tight enough to hold on butnot so tight that he can’t move around—is enjoyable to him. Bury your nose in his back or his neck or hisshoulder or whatever idk how tall you are but just nuzzle the boy he’ll enjoyit.

Idk how close you are with your family, but if they’re agood bunch, I think he’d like family get-togethers, while simultaneously hatingthem. Since he lost his family, I thinkit’s a sort of novelty to him; like, he thinks it’s nice that you have peoplewho love you, he thinks it’s interesting to watch how you all interact,etc. But he’s super anti-social, andthese things make him sooo uncomfortable (especially if you have one of those well-meaningbut nosey and pushy families). He’ll tryto hide in corners, and people will be like ‘Where’d Kakashi go?’ and he’slike, disguised himself with a genjutsu or something so no one can see him. He won’t leave without telling you, but hewill probably leave early. Whether you leavewith him or not is your choice, he doesn’t mind if you want to stay, he justcan’t be there for too long.

Don’t host people at your place though. Unless it’s like a once a year thing becauseyou have to. Even then, Kakashi isleaving early. He’ll help you clean uponce everyone is gone, though, and help you prepare before everyone getsthere. He’ll have a better time if peoplehe’s close to are there, so he doesn’t have to make small talk with people he’snot comfortable with. He still leavesearly. There’s no stopping him. Don’t try to. Don’t get mad. It’s just how itis.

Kakashi probably really likes calling you wife/spouse/husbandin private. He’ll use it instead of yourname. Call him ‘husband’ or ‘anata’ andyou’ll get his heart jumping. Tell himhe’s yours and watch him blush.

If he’s Hokage, he’ll probably be busy (even if he playshookie often). Surprise him for lunchand you’ll make his day. Honestly, he’dstay in the office if he knew you were stopping by, so do Shizune a favour andmake your way over so she doesn’t have to chase him around. He might leave after you go, however. There’s no helping it.

Although I do think he’d be a very hard working Hokage,honestly. He might not be happy aboutthe position, as it was never his dream, but Kakashi cares for the village socompletely and with such an intensity that I can’t see him avoiding it whenthere are things that need to be done. He tries his best. Make sure hecomes home at a reasonable time.

I actually wholeheartedly disagree with the idea thatKakashi is lazy. I think he does areally good job of appearinglazy. He doesn’t want people in hisbusiness, he doesn’t share much about himself, and he has no desire to go outof his way to prove his merits to anyone (he’s not a man who wants his meritsto be acknowledged at all, let along prove them). Kakashi is humble and shy so shy omg. He’s not a slacker, though—he would not bethe ninja he is if he were lazy.

So he’s not going to leave things for you to do, he’s notgoing to just sit around and watch while you clean up after him, or neglectyou, or whatever. Kakashi puts effortinto everything that’s important to him (and no, training Team 7 wasn’timportant to him when he first got them, but he did put in that effort whentraining Sasuke, because it was important to train him at the time—baddecisions aside. That’s a different canof worms, however).

Kakashi has definitely been touch-starved. When you start dating, he might find itawkward or uncomfortable when you touch him intimately. And I don’t mean sex, I mean gentletouches. Holding hands, leaning yourhead on his shoulder, etc. Respect hisboundaries and don’t push him. By thetime you’re married, he’ll be reaching for you without thought. He’ll never be big on PDA though, so don’texpect him to be the guy pulling you into his lap in public. He will do that in private, though. Like a Venus flytrap lol. Get too close and suddenly you’re in hisgrasp. It’s cute. Cuddle for a bit, even if you have things todo. They can wait.

I should have said this earlier, but you’re definitely goingto be late for things, from now on—like, shortly after you move in together. I can’t see you being on time. Ever. Sorry. Whether you’re going withKakashi or going by yourself, he’s somehow managing to delay you. You might be on time if he’s out of thevillage and he’s not around to distract you. Although he’s probably engrained himself so deeply into you at thispoint that you forget to set your alarm, or you don’t realise the time, orwhatever. RIP time managementskills. It was nice knowing you. Sayonara.

My point though, at the end of it all, is that Kakashi isvery appreciative to have you in his life. He thinks of you as one of the best things that has ever happened tohim. That you chose to be with him, thatyou choose to stay with him, means the world to him. He had never imagined that his life wouldturn around from the tragedy it was to something that makes him so happy. So of course he would never mistreat you.

Kakashi cherishes every second you choose to spend withhim. He will probably never feel like hedeserves you, which is a tragedy in and of itself. But because he knows what it means to loseeverything, he values you even more. Kakashi is kind and loyal and he tries his best. That’s all we can ask of ourselves and eachother at the end of the day. And Kakashiwill be his best for you

I hope this manages to cheer you up! It’s the best I could think up.

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