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What About Us? || C.Beomgyu. Chapter 12

⚎ Summary - after all of your hard work, living alone with no support from your parents what so ever after you graduated college. Your father suddenly called you, announcing that there was a rather weighty deal that was made between your family and with the Choi’s. Forcefully leaving you to marry Choi Beomgyu, one of the most powerful yet mysterious CEO there is.

⚎ Pairing - Beomgyu × Reader

⚎ Genre - arranged marriage! au, ceo! beomgyu, fluff, angst.

⚎ Word counting - 10k

⚎ Warnings - swearing, alcohol consumption, description of panic attack! mentions of violence, angst! dom! beomgyu, sub! reader! unprotected sex! dirty talk, information on gambling!

⚎ Song - I <3 u by boy pablo

The room was small for your rapid substantial heart, all of the voices coming into a blur when you silently stared at the divorce papers in front of you with your and Beomgyu’s rings on the side. The silver bands were helplessly shining on top of the table, like how you are right now, you’re helpless. You thought that Beomgyu would continue fighting for this marriage with you as he said, but under one order from his father, he came running back to him. And what’s worse was that he didn’t even discuss his decision with you, you were happy with him and he was too with you. Why did you sign the papers then? You finished the procedure with a click of the pen, swallowing down your fear and putting on a blank face for everyone inside the room. A piece of you got taken away from the moment you looked down at the divorce papers, both of your names written with a signature at the very bottom of the statement. Closing your eyes to maintain the pain inside of you when you felt Beomgyu’s presence behind you, you formed your hands down into a fist and walked steadily towards the man who your heart despised the whole time.

“There. Are you happy now that you ruined my life again?” You spat, teeth gritting together in anger as you looked up to catch his gaze. Ken poked the inside of his cheek, nodding his head quietly after seeing your angered face.

“Fuck you” You declared, shoving his chest with both of your hands as you stormed out of the room. The wet puddles from the rain splashed your footsteps, ignoring the looks the workers inside the house gave you. You continued walking with fast steps until you reached the front lawn of their vast mansion, your silent cries echoed the landscape, your pained heart meeting your pained mind as all came crashing down.

Your knees met the ground with both of your hands covering your face, letting your tears fall until you could taste them. The taste was very familiar through the years but the cause behind those tears was different, they were not from anger that you felt from your father back then, they were not tears of joy, they were sadness. You fled the scene due to the suffocating atmosphere inside the living room, the fresh air from outside was slowly calming you down but it was not enough. Your cries were muffled by a hand going at the back of your head as that someone pushed you to its chest, one hand staying on the back of your head as the other one was down at your waist. Embracing you underneath the cruel skies that seemed to stir along with your emotions, Beomgyu continued caressing your hair gently, his shaking hand catching your attention.

“Get up,” He said, grabbing your wrists to pull you up with the strength they had left.

Your red eyes from crying looked up at his dead ones, they used to be bright and happy from the moments he shared with you, but now they were cold and empty from this moment he shared with you. Your eyebrows furrowed upon seeing a fresh cut on his lip, the blood decorating his soft lips along with the painful scar he wore on his left cheek.

“W-What happened to you?” You asked after getting back up your feet.

“It’s nothing” Beomgyu mumbled underneath his breath, his hand still around your wrist as he started dragging you outside the gate. You could only stay quiet, tired from talking and trying to defend yourself from all of the things the world has to throw at you. You waited, trying to find the answers you kept on asking yourself the whole ride back home. Where did you go wrong? Were you not enough for this?

You took a quick glance at Beomgyu in the driver's seat, his mind was elsewhere the whole drive. He kept on playing with his lip, running his thumb over them continuously. Both of you felt like a huge dark cloud got inside the car on how heavy the air was, the cold kissing your skin when you let out a sigh.

The two of you were facing the world. Together, Beomgyu was ready, he always had been. But maybe not you.

“The moment you left the room” Beomgyu suddenly started a conversation making your breath stop in your throat, hands clutching the seatbelt.

“The divorce papers were not the only ones that I signed”

———

“Why did you do that? Beomgyu?!” You raised your voice, hands flying up in the air in frustration. Your sudden expression shocked him when you walked around the living room with the housekeepers walking their way out like rats hiding inside their holes. Beomgyu could only lean his body beside the wall, both hands crossed over his chest, watching you walk around the room with heavy footsteps.

“I don’t see any problem with the decision that I made” He followed, voice laced with exhaustion.

“You gave your father your resignation letter. You continued building your company when you were lost and confused back then with your own two hands. You created a fresh and new start for everybody when you sat down in the position of CEO and decided to leave it? What about your hard work? Your time and effort… are you just going to throw it all away just like that?” Your voice shook, running a hand through your hair when you finally faced him.

“After what we found out earlier from my father? About the money that I earned and made from the business procedures? He’s just carelessly handling it, using it just like how he’s treating me! He used me to take the fucking profit of the company that I worked hard on! It’ll be useless if I continue sitting in that position after knowing the truth” Beomgyu replied back, his jaw clenching from the sudden conflict that was brewing between the two of you. He doesn’t like it when he raises his voice at you but frustration and anger got the best of him from the way his mind suddenly remembered the look of his father and Ken. Fucking Ken.

“Beomgyu, I get it that you’re angry and confused about everything, but that job is important, you’ve worked hard on that-”

“Why would I bother myself about that, when I’m already looking at the most important thing in my life standing in front of me? I worked hard on you too” Beomgyu’s soft voice broke the altercation, his eyes gazing up at your frozen body. Your hands grew steady beside you, questioning yourself if what you heard was right.

“The moment we left that house, I’m not your wife anymore, Beomgyu” You crashed, the killing silence squeezing in what used to be a loud living room from both of your raised voices. But now, it was nothing, only hearing your heavy breaths from the moment you watched Beomgyu take a step forward in your direction.

I’m not your wife anymore, Beomgyu.

Those words stung him hard, he had to close his eyes for a quick second to maintain his heart steady from the way you looked so fragile in front of him. The whole situation turned grey from his reckless behavior earlier at his parent’s house, he signed those divorce papers without your knowledge. He knew that he surprised you. And he knew that he was wrong.

“I know that. But that doesn’t mean anything, I still love you. I chose to love you” Your stomach did a complete turn to the worst, and your knees grew weak upon the way the tips of his fingers touched your chin, lifting them up so that you could match his eyes.

“B-But why did you still choose to sign those papers? We were happy r-right? We were happy…” You chanted, tears streaming down your cheeks like a rapid pacing river.

“Yes, we were but I couldn’t risk you having a life that would haunt you forever. The reason behind our marriage would be a nightmare if we continued to keep it alive” Beomgyu whispered, wiping a stray tear that got close to his touch. Trying his best to deliver his words in a gentle manner, he would be lying if he said that his heart wasn’t breaking along with yours. Because damn… it’s already into pieces.

“I want us to have a relationship where there are no chains behind us. I want us to be free even if we’re together” Everything was daft and dim for you to understand.

You leaned your head on his chest and just by doing that. You instantly heard the way his heart was rapidly beating inside his rib cage, Beomgyu slowly wrapped both of his arms around you. You both stayed there for a couple of minutes, letting the quiet room relax and continue creating these loose ends of the current situation that both of you are in. Beomgyu’s father, your family, Ken, and the public eye, those are your enemies now and only the man in your arms is your weapon from their venomous words.

“Falling for you wasn’t falling at all. It was walking into a house and suddenly knowing you’re home” Beomgyu released, tightening his arm around you, your small body fitting in with his, like two pieces of a puzzle finally meeting each other once again. “I’m sorry…”

“For what?” You asked.

“For forcing you to sign our divorce papers” His words created a great dark cloud over your mind, they were filled with sadness and guilt.

You peeked your head up, catching a glimpse of Beomgyu’s pinched eyebrows and a frown settling on his face. His eyes were deep and lost but they suddenly lit up after hearing your voice beside his ear.

“I love you and I still do,” You confessed.

Beomgyu’s body froze after hearing those three words that he longed for after what happened today, pulling the ends of his lips, he placed a small smile before pressing a kiss on your forehead “Thank you, baby, thank you for loving me. For choosing me”

“Even if we’re not married or that I didn’t get to meet you, it’s still you who I’ll choose. I’ll find a way for us to meet under abstruse days” You continued, gulping down the heaviness on your heart.

“Fuck, you really hit something there” Beomgyu stated, chuckling at the way his heart matched the rhythm of yours quickly. Laughing, you broke his embrace and gathered yourself together, taking a deep breath on this new time ahead of you.

“It’s nice to hear you laughing again… it’s just… the whole day I get to hear your cries and pained sobs and you broke me by that”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you looked up to the second floor. Wondering what Siu was doing at this time of the day here in this new environment for him.

“I’ll go and look for Siu” You excused yourself, walking up the stairs. Hands locking around the doorknob that one of the housekeepers pointed at when you asked them where your brother decided to reside. Slowly, you pushed the wooden barrier, head peeking inside the guest room that he picked.

“You’re back!” Siu exclaimed, hopping off of his bed to rush his way towards your direction when he saw you.

“Hey, how are you doing here?” You asked, fully entering yourself inside the room.

“I’m doing okay” Siu smiled, walking himself back to bed. You couldn’t help but smile after only noticing now that he’s wearing Beomgyu’s clothes that are clearly way bigger than him. The sweatshirt was taking over his arms and the sweatpants that he was hearing were long, he had to fold them to make them fit.

“Did you eat already?”

“Yeah” Siu gave you a terse response, thinking that it was time to leave him alone from the day he faced today. You nodded your head and started heading to the door, a new feeling of happiness settling inside you after knowing that your brother is finally within your reach, he was now just a door away from you.

“If you need anything come find me and if you can’t… find Beomgyu” You smiled, turning off the lights in his room. You left him to be alone for the time being, walking to the very end of the hallway when you noticed that Beomgyu’s music room was open, the door was slightly open, and the small crack allowed light to leak in. You slowed down, hands pressing flat on the frosted glass door to push it open. You then were greeted at the sight of Beomgyu placing the guitar you gave him on its very own stand, filling up his collection perfectly. Beomgyu took a few steps back, analyzing the guitar placements.

“I think they all looked great” You announced your arrival when you entered the room.

The man inside almost jumped in shock after seeing you, Beomgyu nodded his head, trusting your words.

“Yeah?? You think so?”

“Uhuh,” You managed to say though your attention was focused on something else. You were focused on staring at his face, he still didn’t clean up his wounds, and it bothered you because they were still there.

“Are you going to tell me how you got that?” You started, pointing at the gash on his cheek.

Beomgyu seemed to forget that it was there from the way his hand went up to touch it. The wound was still fresh and it might get infected if he won’t clean it up immediately, crossing your arms around your chest, you waited for him to explain.

“When I gave my father the resignation letter, he threw a punch straight at me… funny right? I’m the one who continued our family name's legacy to the media and he decided to punch me in return?” He scoffed, running a hand to his hair frustratingly. Just the way the scenario played again and again inside his head angered him, it exhausted him almost to the point where it’s not surprising anymore.

Beomgyu still cared for his parents, he valued them like parental figures but after what happened. His eyes started looking at them differently, the way his heart felt for them turned different. At this point, he wishes to never see them again, but he expects his father to come back running to him, asking him to take his seat back in the company. He knows that will happen, someday. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt your hand wrapping around his wrist, you were already dragging him outside the room, “Let me clean up your wounds” you mumbled.

Taking the med kit out from the bottom cabinet of the bathroom, you opened it and started taking out the same things you used to treat his injuries. You didn’t say anything when you started, only feeling Beomgyu’s hands placed on both sides of your hips to keep you in place in front of him. You combed his hair back with the use of your fingers to reveal his forehead where a hidden scar resides, confused about where he got this because it was an old scar.

“I got that when I was drunk one night, I couldn’t lift a single muscle in me when that happened,” Beomgyu suddenly explained, his laugh filling up the bathroom.

“I used to drink when I had a lot of things to do… Yeonjun and the others were there when that happened. They drove me back home and when they were placing me back to bed, my forehead hit the bedside table”

“Ouch..” You laughed, cleaning up the remaining blood from his scar away with a cotton ball. You are almost done, you just needed to reach the small gash beside his eyebrow but you guessed the world was unfair due to your height differences. Beomgyu noticed you having a hard time reaching him, so he wrapped both arms around your waist and lifted you up, you were caught off guard so you grabbed onto his shoulders for support as he placed you on top of the sink. The position that you’re currently in made your stomach fuzzy, it was just that Beomgyu had his legs spread out so that you’re in between his thighs.

“Better?” He asked, closing his eyes and leaning down so that you could get a full view of his wound.

“Y-Yeah” You managed to say under heated cheeks, your hand was shaking from how close he was. You could feel his breathing fan your face along with the smell of his warm scent, his pointed nose, and long lashes made you admire the man in front of you more.

“Done…” You licked your lips moist afterward, turning your attention to the med kit beside you. Putting the things back inside but Beomgyu’s hands stopped you from doing so.

“Look at me?”His sudden solemn request made your body turn weak, his voice was deep for he was only inches away from you to touch. You chewed down your bottom lip from the way the sudden turn was created, the used to be comfortable atmosphere was now replaced with a tantalizing breeze. The room grew hot or was it just you feeling it?

When you didn’t follow his request. Beomgyu turned your head to face him, taking your breath away from the way he stared at you. “You still have this” he followed, taking your left hand and showing you the ring that he gave you that one night on the balcony. Only realizing that he only took the ring that his parents gave you, your heart swelled with so much emotion when you remembered the words he said to you under the moonlight.

“You’re carrying a piece of me” Beomgyu spoke under a heavy breath before capturing your lips into a kiss that he longed for. A kiss where he would get to escape what the cruel world has to offer to him, responding to his seductive lips, you parted yours open and allowed him inside instantly. Almost as if there was a switch that turned on inside him, Beomgyu pushed you further back onto the countertop so that your back was hitting the mirror from behind. Sounds of your moans were playing music to his ears and with his groans echoing inside your head, you pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his hair.

His lips were always soft and addicting, the way they danced with yours was a feeling that you were lucky to feel. Beomgyu pulled your lip with so much force that you let out a small cry, not from pain but from pleasure when his hand slipped inside of your shirt. His warm hand was sending chills down your whole body, your breathing getting heavier from the moment they touched your breasts.

“Can I fuck you here, baby?” he asked, breaking the kiss “Please?”

From the moment you were about to nod your head, your body heated up from the way he swept his hair back. Beomgyu pulled you closer to him with the use of your thighs, making sure that you were as close as possible to him. “Strawberry?” he asked, making sure that he got the safe word right.

“Strawberry” You nodded your head, closing your eyes and letting this moment eat you whole. Beomgyu took the lead, his large hands going behind you so that they could unhook your bra swiftly, you saw how the ends of his lips twitched up, smirking at the sight. Your eyes rolled back when you felt his wet lips land kisses on your jaw down to your collarbone, his teeth biting when he got the chance to do so. You kept your moans in. You did, you tried. But he was just so good at making you feel things you’ve never felt before that only he could create.

Beomgyu stopped kissing your neck when he pulled away, his lips red and full as he removed his shirt, his toned body feeding your eyes instantly. You ran your fingers up to the mountains on his stomach, closing his eyes. Beomgyu leaned his head up with both of his eyes closed, his deep breaths catching your attention.

“Get down” He ordered, voice low and raspy.

You followed his order and hopped off the countertop. Beomgyu didn’t waste a single time slipping away to remove your shirt also, tossing it to the side as he pressed quick kisses on your lips. While in the middle of getting lost in that sweetness, you removed your bra properly on your body, both upper bodies bare for your eyes to see. Beomgyu’s hands seemed to be wanting more for they traveled down on removing the bottom part of your clothes, his hands were quick and steady on removing them. You then were spun around to face the mirror behind the sink, you could see the way his hair was getting wet from sweat and his body looming behind you, it created a whole new wave of heat between your legs when he pulled your clothing down. Now only leaving you in your panties.

“Shit…” You moaned, closing your eyes when he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hands were busy playing with you from below.

“You’re already wet, baby” Beomgyu smirked, “ It’s been just my hands”

You could only reply with shaky breaths from the way he placed your panties to the side so that he could play with your folds. His long and slender fingers doing their magic for your knees to grow weak. Getting numb to the feeling, you opened your eyes and took his lips, silencing your moans with a kiss that he gladly replied back. Between your exchange, Beomgyu stopped playing with your folds and kept his hands to himself so that he could remove his jeans. The growing feeling in him was keeping him crazy.

“On your knees” Beomgyu’s dirty words lit up the flame inside of you. You were quick to obey his orders, getting ready to serve him until you’d break in front of him.

“Fuck, you wanted this so bad, huh?” Beomgyu started, showing you a piece of himself that he kept hidden under his pants. They were twitching from the way you looked up at him with pleading eyes, your cheeks were red from the heat flowing around the bathroom.

“Open up- fuck!” You didn’t waste a single thing when you took his long shaft inside your mouth, sucking them, playing the tip with your tongue, and coating them with your saliva. Beomgyu had his full attention on you, loving the way you’re looking right now, eyes rolling backward whenever he would thrust his dick further down your throat. Gagging noises were leaving you when he grabbed a fish full of your hair to push your head up and down on his dick. His moans were leaving you energized so you decided to tease him by playing with the tip of them, teeth lazily running past them with your mouth sucking him in.

“Y-You’re so good… shit” His breathy tone greeted your ears, you continued doing your task, bobbing your head up and down and taking him deep. Trying your best to breathe through your nose from the way you’d take him all in. Beomgyu gripped the ends of the countertop tighter, his knuckles turning white from the way you’re making him feel so good with your mouth alone.

You were about to suck him in deeper but he stopped you, pulling his long shaft out of your mouth. Beomgyu kissed the side of your lips before whispering his intoxicating words, “Bend over” your eyes widened in surprise. He’s going to do it here and now.

Following his words, you stood up from your kneeling position and bent over the bathroom sink, your reflection in the mirror clouding up from the heat inside the room. Beomgyu tossed his head backward, a smile showing on his lips when he caught sight of your bare pussy. He didn’t say anything but pushed himself inside, the procedure was easy and quick for his dick was already coated with your saliva, your moans grew louder but you kept a hand to cover them shut, afraid that someone might hear.

“No one’s going to hear you, baby. We’re all alone” Beomgyu said, his hot voice sending chills down your spine for the way he growls. They were deep and strong, like the way he’s pounding his way inside of you at a rather speed that you can’t comprehend.

“Beomgyu!” You audibly gasped when you felt him pinch one of your nipples. He just couldn’t get enough of you. The way you moaned his name, whined for more, and cried from pleasure, you’re driving him insane.

“H-Harder” You managed to say through broken words from the way he drilled his dick inside of you without mercy. You wanted more, and so did he.

Beomgyu was loving this sight in front of him, your face was hidden in your palms, and the way the mirror is capturing everything for him to see. His hand went down to play with you, pushing you further to your release, he played like it was his toy, they rubbed circles around them, pinched them, and rubbed them wet.

You felt like your mind was being placed in different places, this feeling was so good that it got you releasing way sooner than you expected. Your white outcome coated him, Beomgyu closed his eyes and gripped the sides of your hips tighter as he pounded inside of you until it was his turn to break.

“S-Shit” He whispered, halting his actions when he felt himself spill his thick juices inside of you. You were left breathless from what just happened. Beomgyu licked his lips moist before pressing a kiss on your lips, pulling out, and there you felt empty but full at the same time from his cum.

Beomgyu chuckled after seeing your flushed cheeks after realizing what just happened. You had bathroom sex with him… you had bathroom sex with him!

“Let’s get ourselves cleaned up, baby” Beomgyu said sweetly, wrapping his arms around you to help you stand up. His gentle arms embraced you as you closed your eyes when he planted a light kiss on top of your head.

“I-I hate you so much”

“Hmm?” His smirk widened after seeing you try your best to walk, it felt like he was watching a toddler taking their first steps.

His laugh increased its sound but he was still helping you get inside the shower with him, the warm water running down your skin with Beomgyu hugging you from behind. He then suddenly rested his hands on top of your stomach, then you just remembered that he came inside of you.

“I know” He beats you to it.

“Do you want me to take pills?” You asked, careful about your words. Beomgyu rested his face down to the crook of your neck, his thumb caressing the skin on your stomach.

“No… because I’m already seeing my future with you… that’s why I want you to carry our child” His voice was light as if he was stopping himself from smiling. You nodded your head, your cheeks already aching from the way they were smiling with him the whole time.

———

The next day, you woke up in an empty bedroom. The tall curtains were already spread open for the sun to shine through, and the other side of the bed was still warm, saying that Beomgyu also woke up some time ago. You got yourself out of bed, getting ready for the day so you went inside the bathroom to brush your teeth, you then stopped after remembering what happened here on this very spot last night. You calmed your rapid-beating heart down, washing your face and wearing a sweatshirt that you grabbed from the chair where Beomgyu would sometimes sit whenever he got work to do.

“Oh? You see that? Tricks I tell you” You heard Siu’s laugh coming from the kitchen and when you arrived at the scene, you were greeted by the sight of Beomgyu cooking breakfast. Siu was sitting on a barstool, clapping his hands in astonishment when the man in charge of the pancakes did a successful toss.

“Look who’s awake” Siu spoke up when he saw you, taking the spot beside him. You sat down and watched Beomgyu place a newly made circle pancake on your plate.

“Thanks…”

“You’re welcome” Beomgyu smiled, setting the pan down and sitting down beside you. Grabbing the bottle of syrup that he can’t live without if there are pancakes.

“What time are you leaving for school?” You asked your brother as you took a bite of the breakfast that was so good that got you taking another.

“Around 8?” He answered, gulping down his glass of water. The three of you finished eating breakfast with full stomachs, the two boys helped you wash the dishes and once it was done, Siu went up running the stairs to grab his bag after seeing the time.

He returned soon enough, he was putting the straps of his backpack on his shoulder with messy movements so you decided to step in. Stopping him so that you could help Siu wear his backpack properly.

“Do you need a ride?” Beomgyu suddenly volunteered, showing the two of you one of the car keys that he got twirling around his fingers.

“Why did you suddenly volunteer to do this?” You asked after getting inside the car with him in the driver's seat. Siu was comfortably sitting on the back, listening to the music coming from the speakers.

“What do you mean?”

“Driving Siu to school,” You said after putting your seatbelt on.

“I don’t have anything else to do” He replied back, hinting that he’s basically unemployed at the moment. The whole ride was filled with smiles, Beomgyu was playing tricks and giving tips to Siu on how he could ace his exam whilst you were commenting on how stupid some of his advice was. It made your heart grow soft, slowly switching your glance at the man beside you, he was driving with one hand, looking like a househusband from the way he was only wearing a sweatshirt and some sweatpants, his hair was fluffy as it hovered over his eyes. Feeling the car stop, you watched as your little brother open the car door but he stopped mid-way after seeing the looks some of his classmates were giving him. They were used to seeing him arrive at a bus but now he got a luxury car dropping him off, the feeling was surreal as Siu sighed heavily.

“Bye?” He started, taking his backpack.

“Yeah, and do you want us to pick you up later too?” You asked, looking back at the back seat.

“No, I’ll be fine. Thank you, big brother, for driving me here” Those were his last words before he closed the door, walking to the main building of his school with his head hung low, trying his best to avoid the eyes of everybody.

“He’ll be fine” Beomgyu suddenly said with his soft voice calming you down. You just can’t help but get worried for him after what happened yesterday, what if some kids started bullying him? Nodding your head slowly, you swallowed down the lump in your throat when Boemgyu started driving again. He didn’t say anything the whole ride but the silence was comfortable for it was telling the truth that after everything that’s happened, nothing changed between the two of you.

“What’s he doing here?” Beomgyu asked himself with his jaw clenched, his grip around the steering wheel getting tighter when his eyes landed on his father standing in the doorway of the house. He was fidgeting and from the looks of it, he was carrying a white envelope. You followed Beomgyu who first got out of the car, his long strides marching towards his father. Standing behind him, you studied the man in front of you, his hair was messy from the way he was pulling them earlier and his eyes were deep and tired.

“Beomgyu!-”

“What the fuck are you doing here in my house?” Beomgyu’s voice was serious, it was nothing like you’ve ever heard before, he was serious before in his business matters but right now it was totally different. They were dangerous almost to the point where you saw his father’s eyes shake in fear after seeing his son spit at him angrily.

“Son, can we talk?” He asked, trying to touch Beomgyu’s shoulder but he was quick to take a step back. Grabbing your hand, Beomgyu dragged you along with him to the front door, ignoring the man standing out of place. Your breath hitched when you heard him call your name, it was almost like he was pleading for at least one of you to talk to him.

“Beomgyu…” You muttered, gently tugging his hand on yours.

Beomgyu closed his eyes with his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, trying to regain composure from this destructive feeling bubbling inside his chest. He opened the front door and pushed it further, “We’ll talk in my office” there, Beomgyu left without saying another word with you still locked in his hold.

The room felt suffocating from the moment you sat down in one of the empty chairs of Beomgyu’s home office, he was sitting down behind his desk, owning the whole room when his eyes watched his father take a seat on the other side of his oak desk.

“What is there to talk about?” Beomgyu started, resting both of his elbows on top of the flat surface. You quietly listened, hands playing with each other due to fear. Afraid of what he’s going to say, will he ask you to leave his son? Give you your own house so that you won’t be living under the same roof as Beomgyu because the two of you are now divorced?

Beomgyu’s sharp eyes followed his father’s gaze, his eyes traveled to the envelope that he was holding.

“That quickly?” He scoffed, the ends of his lips twitching up to a smile after recognizing what that white envelope was. It was his resignation letter, he knew that this time would come, but not this soon.

“Son, the company won’t last without a leader, you need to-”

“To go back and make some money so that you could pay your fucking debts? Father, how about it’s your turn to take that position? Be the CEO and take my desk. I’ve already built it up from scrap and now it’s your time to play with it” Beomgyu responded.

“I did- I tried. I went to the company earlier” Your eyes slightly grew wide from what you just heard. He what?

“Oh? Was it fun?” You heard Beomgyu say mockingly, playing with a pen that he randomly got.

“Beomgyu, I need you to take this seriously!” His father suddenly shouted, flinching your poor soul but the man he was talking to remained still and unmoving.

“I am taking this seriously! Why are you even asking me to come back?! Ask Ken’s help and he would gladly take that spot! Since you two are together at this!” Beomgyu’s loud voice roared in the vast room, it caught you off guard for this was your first time hearing him shout.

Beomgyu stared at his father’s eyes with tears. His pupils were shaking from immense anger and frustration, his chest was heaving up and down from the way he held eye contact.

“Dad… I-I’m tired, alright? I’m tired with all of this,” He mentioned his home office with slumped shoulders.

“I’m tired of you always telling me what to do and basically forcing me to take care of the company. I’m tired of all of this… I just want to rest with Y/n… I want to feel what it’s like to be in a world where there are no cameras and press up to my face. I don’t even want to be a CEO in the first place and get myself involved with the business world, you forced me that one day. You woke me up, took me to your car, and drove me to the company without knowing what my life would be like after taking that title” Beomgyu allowed his tears to fall, years were spent on building this wall around him for his father but it all came crashing down when he finally opened his emotions towards him.

“I wasted three years of my life. Three fucking years of my life trying to make you proud but I didn’t get any reaction from you in return”

Your heart shattered after hearing his quiet sobs, his slightly red eyes looking at you from afar, taking your presence in the room as a reminder that you are his safe space.

“What do you want me to do?” You heard his father say under heavy breaths. Beomgyu placed both hands on his hips and chewed down on his lip. Thinking.

“I want to be out of the chaos you created and I want Ken to be put behind bars for releasing an article without the possessor's consent. He created an article on his own in an attempt to break one's life, he even kicked Siu out of Y/n’s apartment and tossed him outside like he was some sort of trash, which can be found as an abusive move in the younger one's eyes,” Beomgyu spoke with a straight face, he was brave for this. He was brave for this because he used to hide his own voice from those who are older than him, but now he’s using it to fix the broken parts that he failed to fix years ago due to his experience.

“Now leave”

You watched as his father let out a heavy sigh, taking his word. He turned and walked away, closing the door behind him and at that moment, Beomgyu quickly broke down to his hands and knees. His sobs were reaching your ears and you immediately ran your way towards him. Kneeling down to grab his shaking figure, your warm arms going around him to pull him close to you, whispering reassuring words to his ears as you placed his head on your chest. Ignoring the fact that your clothes were getting wet from his tears, you focused yourself on rubbing soothing circles on his back, cooing sweet nothings.

Beomgyu was always there to wipe your tears away and now it’s your turn.

———

“Damn… what the hell?” Yeonjun breathed out after he saw what the television had to say.

“He deserves it,” Taehyun said to himself, leaning his back to his chair as all of you quietly listened to the news reporter through the speakers. It was shown to the whole world who Ken really was, a fraud, a man who got no self-control until he get what he wants, the news also showed his schemes behind your marriage on how he planned on ruining it.

“Fucking hell? What’s on his mind?” Soobin gasped after seeing the handwritten letter that Ken left for the media to see.

“I would like to tell the side of my story. Yes I did try and ruin Rhee Y/n and Choi Beomgyu’s marriage and I would say to myself that I succeed on the first try, I revealed the truth. Their marriage was fake. I had a history with Rhee Y/n, she was my past lover. Their marriage was fake due to some business deals but It was not my place to write it here. I’m just here to admit my faults and accept my fate behind bars but additionally, I'm not the only one who had bad blood under this agreement. Rhee Ari was also involved.”

Your eyes fumed after seeing the letter on the flat screen tv, but it died down when the sound of the office doors opened. Beomgyu walked in wearing one of his black suits, it felt weird of him to set foot once again in his office when he’s already resigned but there was a reason for his visit.

“Let’s go?” Yeonjun was the first one to speak, standing up and turning the television off. Not wanting to hear about the current topic anymore.

“Let's go,” Beomgyu replied shortly, his hand extending out to reach you. And once he finally did, he gave it a light squeeze to lift the worry away from your face.

“It'll be fine” He whispered, locking your hand with his but his words were not enough to tame your heart from the moment all of you reached the lobby of C.B Enterprises. There were so many cameras outside and the ones who were allowed to enter all stood up from their seats after seeing all of you.

“Is it true that your marriage with each other is fake?”

“What happened between the two families? Was there any history?”

“Do you two even have the same feelings for each other?”

“Choi Beomgyu! Is it true that you resigned your title as CEO?”

Your breathing felt like it stopped after hearing their questions. This was all arranged because Beomgyu wanted to make things finally clear for everyone, he would tell time what happened not as the CEO but as him. Choi Beomgyu.

“Are you only using him for expenses?? Is it even real?!” One crazy reporter shouted, shoving the microphone in front of you.

“Irrelevant question, please stay back” Taehyun came in, pushing the reporter away and placing a comforting hand on top of your shaking figure. Their words. It's like someone was whispering it inside your mind, it's draining you.

Parting your lips open, your grip around Beomgyu’s hand loosened. Taking Taehyun’s hand, you dragged him with you. Away from the crowded lobby, you noticed his worried look when you left but you gave him a small smile and mouthed that you'll be fine.

“You okay?” Taehyun asked, stopping his tracks and forcing you to face him. You were sweating and your breathing was unstable.

You could only nod your head, mind light and empty when it was his turn to drag you somewhere. Only finding yourself back inside Beomgyu’s office. Taehyun gently guided you on sitting down, saying that he'll come back.

“Here, drink this” You took the glass of water that he got from the small bar inside the office. Watching him turn the television on, it was immediately switched to the channel where Beomgyu is currently facing. It was supposed to be the two of you down there, but a sudden panic engulfed you, breaking you down.

“Taehyun… I'm scared”

“Huh? Don’t be, Beomgyu’s got this” He was quick to say, knowing that the man on the screen already planned everything from top to bottom. You watched Beomgyu stand in the middle of the room with Yeonjun and Soobin standing behind him as emotional support.

The whole room suddenly turned quiet when he looked at one of the cameras directly. His sharp eyes cutting through the lens.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Choi Beomgyu, former CEO of C.B Enterprises. I indeed resigned from the position due to personal matters but in future times I might return to this industry but not as the CEO. And I am here to address the scandal going around I had upon coming to my marriage” Beomgyu speaks eloquently, standing still as he still remained his composure.

“I am here to tell you the truth. We faced our battles behind the cameras, we faced our marriage that is indeed fake behind closed doors-”

“Why is it?”

“I ask you to please not interrupt me whilst I’m in the middle of taking my words. Thank you” Even though he doesn’t have a title right now, Beomgyu still made the curious reporter shut his mouth, sinking back to his seat. Embarrassed.

“It’s nothing to worry about for when I signed those papers, I knew from the start that I’m in big trouble. How can I save her from falling when I’m also falling deep?” Beomgyu smiled, remembering snippets of your memories with him. The two of you cooking together, the trip to Daegu, and everything that happened over the past months.

All of the people widened their eyes after hearing what the young man just said. They were all shocked because, after years of him having this stoic face and having no interest, he finally opened up his shell, he showed emotions.

“I would like to put my professional matters to the side as you’re now going to see me talk as Choi Beomgyu, a young man without business talks. I’m here to say what I’ve been wanting to say under all these years when I took the position as the CEO” You smiled, proud to finally hear him talk in his true self.

“I never wanted to take the place behind that desk but under my journey, I learned new things, became more mature, and met the love of my life along the way. The accusations of some people that Y/n’s only using me, you’re wrong. She is using me, she’s using me to love herself so that she could repay it by loving me back and I followed her. She’s this missing piece in my life and when she finally came, everything was complete and I do wish and hope that you’ll respect our lives. We are currently divorced due to some matters… but I’m planning on marrying her again and again just to show her how much I love her” Beomgyu looked at the camera, almost as if he was staring at you through the screen, a light smile on his lips. You bit down your urge to cry after hearing everything that he said, it danced in your heart, it sang to your ears and it soothed your mind.

“This is Choi Beomgyu… thank you for listening and in under twenty minutes I would answer other questions with the help of Choi Yeonjun and Choi Soobin” He quickly broke the gaze, and a huge wave of reporters came asking the three.

“Wow…” Taehyun breathed out, taking the spot beside you.

You smiled, wiping a stray tear that escaped from your eyes, and watched the love of your life through the screen. Wearing his serious face whilst answering some questions that they throw at him, he looked so professional in how he listened to them and had both hands inside his pockets.

“He really loves you huh?”

“Yeah…” You laughed through your tears, feeling emotional all of a sudden, placing a hand on your stomach to stop the series of laughter to escape when Taehyun rolled his eyes playfully. Then you heard the sound of his phone ringing, the caller showed on his screen. Answering, Taehyun stood up from his seat.

“Right now?... uh yeah? She’s here in the office with me?... what? No!” You watched him talk to the caller with curious eyes and ears. Taehyun ended the short conversation and placed his phone back inside his pocket, fixing his glasses and pushing them to the bridge of his nose whilst showing you a small smile.

“I need to go down there, they need my help with something… are you going to be alright here all alone?”

“Yes! Don’t bother they need you” You quickly shook your head with your hands in the air to stop him from staying with you. You already dragged Taehyun in here from your sudden panic. He gave you another one of his smiles, the apples of his cheekbones showing as he nodded his head.

“Okay… I'll get going now” Soon, it was just you inside the immense office, the faint sound coming from the television speakers accompanied you. It was good while it lasted when the office doors busted open, shocking you from seeing Ari marching in angrily. You looked at the doors again, there should be a face recognition there? How did she get in?

“You!” She hissed, stopping right in front of you, her face screamed anger as the palm of her hand greeted your face with a hard hit. Your eyes slightly widened when she advanced toward you. You fixed your stance and braced for the impact, but you caught her hand that was supposed to land another hit on you. Throwing it to the side, it’s your turn to slap her across the face.

Ari’s eyes were blazing with infuriation, “I lost my job because of you!”

She took your hand and attempted to throw you to the side but you stayed put and clawed your nails down her skin.

“Fuck! Ari!” You heard Beomgyu’s voice rushing in, he grabbed her arm and wrist to stop her from attacking you. “Stop it!” he said, his grip around her tightening.

Ari ignored him, her angered groans filled the room along with your pained winces from the way she continued yanking your hair.

“Let… go of me!” Ari was soon pulled apart by Beomgyu, he kept her in place but she took all of her strength to fight back. You were breathing heavily, eyes were teary from the stinging pain coming from your cheek.

Then she quickly faced you and pushed you back with a very strong force. Your breath hitched along with your eyes widening when you lost your balance, your back bumping against the door before you fell hard on the cold floor.

A cry escaped your mouth when you felt a sharp sting somewhere in your stomach. You slowly looked down when you felt something wet between your thighs. What?

You watched as blood stained your legs, your body going cold with your head spinning, and your pained cries increased when you reached the stain with a shaky hand. The faint raised voice of someone was blurred out from your ears to hear, your heart was beating rapidly when a pair of strong arms carried you carefully but with hurried movements. Beomgyu was in havoc, his whole body dropped when the chaos inside his head increased.

He was terrified, angry, surprised, and frustrated at the way you were about to close your eyes under his arms. He was in a mess but he remained strong for you… and fuck. The blood was haunting him… a-are you pregnant?

“Baby, wake up. Please, wake up” He said in a shattered voice. “Baby…”

“B-Beomgyu… I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Ari cried.

Beomgyu fumingly snapped his attention at her, his jaw clenched “If something bad happens to her and…” He took a deep breath. “ If something bad happens to her and our child, I’m fucking done with you. I’m never forgiving you”

Beomgyu rushed out of the office, carrying you as he was the only one that could save you. Going from the back of the building to the parking, he pressed a kiss on top of your head first before hitting the gas pedal all the way, driving to the hospital with a panicked state of mind.

“S-Sir you need to stay here and wait for the results to arrive!” One nurse blocked his way to enter the room where you were currently in.

“How can I stay here when my wife is in there?!” Beomgyu frustratingly responded, falling back to the seat outside the room when he heard frantic footsteps come close.

“We came as fast as we could, what happened?” Soobin started, him panting at every breath he would take.

“Y/n… she’s inside and I think she’s pregnant”

“Hold the fuck up? What?!” Yeonjun came in, his eyes wide and a hand up in the air of surprise.

“I’m sorry Beomgyu! It’s my fault! I didn’t check the doors when I left her there! I thought I closed it completely!” Taehyun spoke through shaky breaths, scared of what might happen next.

“It’s alright… she will be fine… right?” Beomgyu asked his friends, looking up with his eyes messy and hair disheveled.

“Yeah… she will” Yeonjun comforted him, taking the spot beside Beomgyu to rub soothing circles on the younger one.

“What about Ari? What did you do to her?”

“We dragged her out of your office… easy as that” Soobin shrugged his shoulders, also sitting down as they waited for something from you. Then all of them instantly looked at the door when they heard it open and close, one doctor came out, holding a chart as he took a deep breath first. Beomgyu felt like he was about to be the patient at this point.

“Good news… the baby is fine along with Miss. Y/n and we did a full check-up, she’s four weeks pregnant. She needs to stay here for a week to do some finalization of her condition but everything else is good. You may enter inside now” The doctor nodded his head afterward, closing his folder and walking away.

Silence. Pure silence filled the hallway when they all registered what the doctor just said. Beomgyu couldn’t help but close his mouth with the use of his hands, a smile failing to escape when he fully took in what just happened.

“You’re a father!” Soobin came in to hit his shoulder playfully.

“Would you look at that?” Yeonjun laughed.

“Oh fuck all of you” Beomgyu started, standing up from his seat to enter the room where you’re currently at. You were crying when he saw you, a tissue on your hand and a hand on top of your chest, the feeling was surreal. You’re eating for two.

You quickly looked at Beomgyu who was standing in the doorway, he too was crying from joy to see you alive and well in front of him. He watched you open your arms, an invite for him to accept.

“I was so worried…” Beomgyu whispered beside your ear, hugging you with his heart beating at the same pace as yours.

“Don’t be… we’re fine” You smiled also including the growing life inside of you.

———

“Double hit that shit!!” All of you turned your heads inside the entertainment room of the resort that Beomgyu and his friends rented, the whole resort was free for all of you to use. They were inside, playing cards in the name of blackjack, his side was filled with chips and they were having a heated battle about what Beomgyu would do. They were having a full one debate right now from the twenty chips on the line.

You bit down your lip to stop a laugh, Yujun, Suji and Miyoung are here with you outside, the secretaries of Yeonjun and Soobin. The four of you are circled around the patio, drinks on hand but you’re only drinking a cold glass of water due to your pregnancy.

“It looks like the games are about to end” Yujun laughed, taking a sip from her wine.

“I’ll go and help him” You stood up, sliding the glass doors open. Allowing your knowledge about the game to be of use when all the boys looked at you.

“You know how to play?” Soobin started as you made your way towards Beomgyu’s side of the table.

“I know a few tricks” You smiled, letting yourself fall down on his lap when Beomgyu pulled you to sit down, his arm snaking around your waist as he showed you his cards.

“How are my babies?” You heard him say beside your ear, his other hand resting on top of your four-month-old bump. “We’re fine… but your cards don’t look like it” you teased, scanning the table.

Hueningkai was the dealer as he stood in the center, Yeonjun and Soobin were his opponents. Hueningkai slid a card towards you and you took it carefully, “Hit one”

“Hit one!” Soobin clapped his hands, watching you put one card down the table. The card you showed was a King, meaning it’s a ten.

“Oh, shit,” Beomgyu said in amusement, looking at your opponent who also placed one card below him.

You looked at Yeonjun’s card, it was a nine.

“Hit one,” You said with confidence, throwing another card. This time it was an eight. Now you have eighteen cards, this game is a race to reach twenty-one cards and your position right now is sketchy.

Yeonjun looked at his cards first, his eyes reading them carefully.

“So?” Beomgyu laughed when his friend showed a card, It was a five.

“Twenty chips!!” Hueningkai tossed two chips to Beomgyu who only caught them with one hand. Yeonjun watched his chips leave him with a silent goodbye, handing Beomgyu his desired money.

The game only contains two rounds and whoever reaches the higher one wins under those rounds.

“I didn’t know that you play?” Beomgyu asked, taking his deck of cards and calling his rotation an end because you’re now with him.

“I used to back then” You followed, standing up. Satisfied with your victory, you dragged Beomgyu with you back to the patio. He took the seat beside you with his arm going behind your chair so it looks like he had his arm over your shoulder.

“How was the game?” Suji asked.

“Y/n won it for me” Beomgyu laughed, taking a small sip of his glass of beer.

All of you laughed as they praised you for ruining Yeonjun’s win streak. You looked at the man beside you with soft eyes, for the past month he stayed by your side when he found out that you were pregnant. He would visit the company from time to time that’s now under his father’s hold in the meantime. Beomgyu decided to take a year break, he fixed the conflict with his father by having to talk to him, and they exchanged words with you in the room so that Beomgyu could have some sense of tranquility.

What shocked you, even more, was that Beomgyu still being the CEO of C.B Enterprises after everything that happened under his refusal to return. He said to you that the company did need him, but he would return once the time was right for he still wants to be with you. You leaned your head on his shoulder, surprising the man in return.

“What’s wrong?” He sounded alert which you only replied with a laugh.

“Nothing…” You whispered, lifting your chin up so that you could see his face. Beomgyu raised an eyebrow, the ends of his lips twitching up to a smirk.

“What?” He asked, a deep chuckle escaping his lips.

“What about us?” You started.

“What do you mean, what about us?” He returned, putting his glass down.

“We fell in love, right?” You continued, taking his hand.

“We sure did” Beomgyu followed, planting a kiss on top of your head as he held your hand, playing with the ring that still sat there.

Never in your life that you expected that this is how your life is going to be when you signed those papers and confessed your words under the altar. You were entering a new path with a blurry faze but this man beside you built this whole new world with you. A world where you’re now happy to have someone by your side.

“How do you feel now that your wedding is going to be next month? I’m panicking!!” Miyoung fanned herself, watching the cute scene in front of her.

“I’m not” You laughed, “I’m not nervous actually since I’ve been married before”

“But you weren’t pregnant before” Yujun pointed at your stomach which was growing bigger each day.

“What about you Beomgyu? Are you planning to follow that little one?”

“Already? I haven’t given birth yet!” You replied making the man beside you laugh.

“I’m actually planning on it right now”

“What the?! Choi Beomgyu!” You attacked, their waves of laughter filling up the whole space from the scene unfolding.

You took me by surprise

The way you walked into my darkened life

You sent the storm away

Never expected you to be a friend to me

You meant much more than that

You were the only one

Who saw me cry when I was all alone

The finest words you said

Carefully whispered to me in the dark

Come here and I will always be

You meant much more than that

(I love you)

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aquadestinyswriting · 5 months

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Seven Snippets, Seven People

I got tagged for this ages ago by @druidx, and again more recently by @athenswrites. I think I do have seven snippets, so let's get this started. Placing said snippets under a cut to save peoples' dashes. I might have shared a couple of these previously, but I wanted to share them again, just because.

No Pressure tags: @sparrow-orion-writes , @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds, @freedominique

The sight of the shining white, if somewhat cracked and charred, marble of Toreguarde seemed like a far distant memory to the majority of the adventuring party who had just landed in front of the city gates.The owl archons that had transported the motley group of humanoids, single dragon and large awakened wolf bowed deeply and flew back up into the swiftly closing portal above.

“Down p’ease.” he stated, already leaning away from his mother in anticipation of his request being granted. Meredith huffed another sigh as she readjusted her grip and hauled the little man back towards her, “Not yet, Gavid.” she said patiently, “It’s busy, and I don’t want ye getting lost before we’ve even got to where we’re staying.” Gavid simply pouted and grumbled some more, crossing his chubby little arms defiantly, “Not get lost.” he muttered, “I a big boy.” Meredith bit back her chuckle and hugged the little boy, "I know ye are Gavid, but folks round here are a lot bigger than back home. I'll let ye down when we get to where we're staying, aye?" All she got in response was a huffy ‘harrumph’ while her son sulked.

Tick, scrape, tick, scrape, tick.... Selene’s brow twitched as she stared at the mechanical monstrosity that was now sitting on the dresser in the master bedroom of the cottage she and Edwin shared. Why, in all the Gods’ names was there a timekeeper in here?! Edwin poked his head around the door from the corridor outside, “Alright, I managed to find Bridget’s boot. It was stuffed under…” he trailed off, brows bunching together as he looked up only to see his partner glaring daggers at the silvered clockwork item. Selene shifted her gaze to the door, her eyes narrowing further upon seeing the perplexed expression under Edwin’s beard, “Edwin, why is this in here?” she asked, gesturing to the timekeeper with a nod of her head, her arms crossed tightly across her chest.

Selene huffed as she looked out of the window at the rain outside. She had rather been hoping it would stop so that Caitr could spend some time outdoors and properly burn off the energy she still had in abundance. The Arcane Librarian was brought out of her thoughts by a muttering voice in her ear, “Stupid godsdamned idiot of a man…” Dwena’s voice grumbled through the Whisper spell. Selene bit back her snort as she replied, “Which one?” she asked, “I mean, I can help you if it’s Thaddeus or Thazaar but not so much if it’s your husband.” The auburn haired wizard could practically see Dwena rolling her eyes, “No, it’s the new divination specialist, he’s pretty full of himself.” came the reply, “In any case, Thazaar’s called an emergency meeting and asked me to get hold of you.”

"So mind telling me why you didn't want to go to Arborea?" Elowyn looked to Meredith, who was leaning back in her seat. The Woodling quickly looked back to the view out of the tavern window, feeling a flush of embarrassment on her ears. Meredith grinned widely, propping her elbows on the table, chin resting on her knuckles, "So, have ye actually been back to see her again yet, or are ye trying to avoid bumping into her again?"Elowyn almost spat out the water she'd just taken a sip of. She quickly swallowed the liquid, somehow managing to avoid choking as she turned to glare at the smirking dwarf, "I'm not -- how did you. --?" She stammered, before flinging a napkin in Meredith's face. Meredith simply laughed, "While I ken that ye're still as embarrassed about the damn 'livin' saint' thing as I am; I do remember being told ye had to visit the place again with the others at one point. All I did was put two an' two together." She pointed out. Elowyn huffed, but couldn't quite manage to stay annoyed at the woman beaming at her from across the table,

“Abouna, you’re staring.” The mild-mannered voice of the Woodling matriarch startling Edwin out of his reverie. He blinked and tore his gaze away from where the Grand Magus had just exited the office and looked down at the greying woman. Oakrose placed the book in her arms on the table and looked over to the door, “I must admit, it’s nice to have Selene come round more often again. Poor love’s not really been over so much since Alexis up and left.” Edwin tried to ignore the guilty pang in his gut at the statement, and instead focused his attention on the parchment in front of him, “She’s probably just making sure I’m settled in alright. I’m amazed she’s found the time, given everything going on.” he replied smoothly. Oakrose shrugged and fluffed up some cushions on the chair next to the fireplace, “If you say so Abouna.” she said, “Now, give us a holler if you need anything. And might I suggest that next time you take to staring at the Grand Magus, you focus your attention a little higher.” she added, smirking to herself and humming as she left. Once the middle-aged Woodling was gone, Edwin let his head fall onto the desk with a hefty ‘thump’, his ears burning and turning an interesting shade of maroon, “Galana preserve.” he groaned, “Do all Woodlings have eyes as sharp as Alexis?” he muttered.

“I’m sorry, but we can only allow those who truly follow the Earth Mother entry, you’ll need to find help elsewhere. Good day.” Morag huffed a distressed sigh and shook her head as the old cleric who’d opened the door of the local temple of Throff went to close it. She jerked her head up as Gruk growled and Hilde made a noise of protest. The smith’s hand shot out and held the door firm, “Ye want proof that we’re not just some filthy Moradhir here to ruin yer day by reminding ye that Kherillim loves all her children, ‘true’ worshippers or no?” he asked. He raised his voice and straightened his back as the cleric glared at him, “I am Gruk, son of Ovak son of Garuld and I claim the heritage of the Stonespeaker clan, the unbroken lineage Blessed by Kherillim Herself. Now let us in before I end up doin’ something we’ll both end up regretting!” Morag blinked. Of course she’d heard that Gruk’s father had been adopted, but to claim the name of an extinct clan? She glanced over to Hilde, who was nodding fervently along with her father’s speech, “An’ if you need some actual, paper proof, here!” she added, pulling a thick roll of parchment from out of her pack and thrusting it into the cleric’s hands. She shrugged as the rest of her family sent her puzzled looks, “What? Auld Derek had it out anyway. I think this is the amended one he’d been working on after Merri handed that old journal to him.” she added. Gruk rolled his eyes at his oldest daughter, returning his attention to the cleric, who’s eyes had widened, “Th- that’s not possible. The Stonespeaker line were all executed by decree of King Jotunn during the last set of Purges.” he stammered. He looked back up at Gruk, most of the colour draining from his face. Gruk snorted, “Then d’ye mind telling Throff that? Because, apparently, She’s seen fit to Mark ma youngest daughter and I’m no’ exactly happy about that either.”

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ruru0803 · 7 months

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Playground Rivals: Ken x Fem Reader

Chapter 3

The sun shines brightly above the dream houses. Y/n stirs a little when the roof of the dream house opens up, she throws the blanket over her head not ready to get out of bed yet, she tossed and turned but couldn't get herself to sleep again so she sat up.

She looked around the room confused, she didn't remember her room being pink, her eyes landed on the sleeping blonde in bed beside her. Oh shoot.... Raquelle was gonna kill her but probably not before Ryan.

She felt bad.

Ryan took his art seriously, the two always had to be at the stadium super early, he would test the lights throughout rehearsal; even when he did allow a break and he checked the sound at least ten times.

She didn't show up last night, She didn't mean to not show up but that wouldn't matter. She lied to him and when he told her to be there, she wasn't.

She stood up Ken, He's probably upset.

And Raquelle didn't even know she was here.

Y/n smiled at the doll as she got up and moved to the door.

Y/n went into the restroom, to get ready for the day. Barbie had given her an extra toothbrush and some clothes to wear. She wore a pink and blue puff crop top and a white skirt paired with some white tennis shoes. She didn't typically wear anything outside of the three colors she and her siblings wore, it felt nice to wear something different.

She left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast for her sleeping friend.

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Barbie rested peacefully in her bed, the sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping, it was peaceful. For a while at least.

Barbie suddenly jolts awake, she gets herself up but it's clear that she's still tired from the long night.

"Hi Barbie!!"

She looks up to see Author Barbie waving at her from across the way. She waved back, rubbing her eyes as she did so.

"Hi Barbie."

She waved at that Barbie too.

"Hi Barbie."

She was tired of hearing people calling her name, it was something she never felt before. She tasted something on her tongue and smelled her breath, that's weird she never woke up with bad breath before.

She goes to her bathroom and mimes brushing her teeth. She steps into the shower before instantly pulling away from the faucet, she puts her hand under before checking the temperature, it was cold. She quickly took a shower and walked to her closet changing into a blue and white dress with a blue polka dot head band and white heels.

The Blonde was kinda upset, why was today starting off badly, Barbie never had a bad day. She sulked a little until she walked into her kitchen. Her friend was there placing perfectly cooked plastic waffles on the table with dinner rolls and bacon to go with it.

"Good morning, Barbie."

She had almost forgotten the girl had stayed over that night; She smiled happy to see her face after the bad things that happened today. The (h/c) haired girl motions for Barbie to sit at the table. Barbie goes to the fridge first, grabbing the milk and sitting down.

"Sleep well?"

Y/n nods her head, she hadn't had to share a bed in a while but that was the most comfortable bed she's ever been in.

"Did you?"

Barbie just shrugs, a big smile still on her face.

"How was last night?"

"Oh..The Best."

Y/n smiled nodding her head.

She thought the party was amazing.

The sleepover um....

Barbie pours milk in her cup, lifting it to her lips before spitting it out.

"Ugh."

Y/n looks at her worriedly as she turns the milk over, it was expired.

Barbie stands up and motions for the other girl to follow her, she stands on the edge of her house, Y/n looked freaked out; They used the door at her house. Both girls start floating down until Barbie just straight up fell. Y/n rushed over once she landed to help the other doll off the ground.

"You okay, girlie?"

"I'm fine...A-okay."

"If you say so..."

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Barbie and Y/n pull into the beach, They came in two different cars cause Y/n didn't wanna leave her brother's car unattended, It was pretty lovely. Y/n had never been here this early before, the Barbies were playing volleyball and the Kens were cheering for them. Barbie's blue and white dress turned into a blue and white striped shirt and white shirts with a sea themed belt and earrings.

"Good Cheer, Kens."

"Hey, Allan."

Allan smiles at the girl waving back.

"Hi, Barbie."

"Hi, Y/n."

"Hi, Barbie?"

Y/n looked up shocked, Physicist Barbie was waving at her with a big smile on her face.

"Come on Y/n, Barbie. Let's run towards the water."

People giving her attention was new but it was nice. She goes to nod but instantly gets pulled into a hug and dragged away from the Barbies. She gets placed on the pink sand far away from the others, she turns her head to look at her captor, it was Ken; He looked really upset.

"Heyyyy, Ken...."

"....."

"I know, I know. I shouldn't have stood you up and I didn't mean to...I just got carried away in the moment."

"....."

"Ken?"

Y/n looked at him worriedly, He closed his eyes taking a deep breath before putting on a smile. Y/n hated that smile, it was the one he gave to everyone else, the one he gave when he didn't want anyone knowing how he really felt.

"Already over it."

He wasn't.

"How was the party?"

Y/n hesitates again at answering this question.

"Um. Yeah it..it was good. Nice."

Ken tilts his head to the side before moving closer to the girl and pulling her into his arms.

"Tell me about it."

"It was awkward. Like whenever Ryan and I have to perform to an empty stadium awkward."

Ken laid his head on top of hers.

"I felt like no one wanted me there but they didn't wanna hurt my feelings by saying it out loud. But their eyes said it all."

The Barbies didn't know how to react when Barbie brought in a doll that was not... Barbie.

Y/n was embarrassed but Barbie did her best to make her feel comfortable. Author Barbie, President Barbie, Physicist Barbie, Nobel prize Barbie and Lawyer Barbie were the only people who actually tried to get to know her and that made her feel less alone. Unfortunately the other Barbies ignored her the rest of the night.

They spent the night talking about how great everyone of them were, it was nice to see them so supportive. They laughed about something Ken had done on the beach earlier that day which caused others to gush over their Kens and some to talk about how they wish their Kens did more around Barbieland. Finally they talked about how amazing they thought the rest of the week would be. They ate cupcakes and started dancing and singing.

"I guess I kinda felt like I wasn't really supposed to be there."

Ken hugged the girl tighter, he knew exactly how it felt, he experienced it plenty of times when it came to Barbieland.

"How was the concert?"

Ken's eyes lit up.

"It was the best."

Y/n smiled at that happy he still went and enjoyed himself.

"Ryan was awesome, he invited me and a few other Kens on stage."

Ryan was upset, it was clear.

Raquelle was worried, she couldn't relax the whole show.

But the twins did their best to keep the show rolling, Raquelle went on stage and performed for her sister, she did the best she could at such short notice.

Ryan had pulled up some of the Kens and started singing one of the songs he heard them sing before called 'Push.' It really hyped the Kens up.

By the end of the night everyone had had a great time and ended the show looking for the other doll on the beach.

"I'm not gonna lie, I felt bad lying to your siblings. You should have seen the look on their face, they were so worried about you when we didn't find you on the beach."

Y/n sighs leaning her head back more into the boy.

"FLAT FEET!!!"

The two looked over at the noise, The Barbies were making a ruckus and Ken decided to join in by pretending to vomit.

"Stop it, Ken."

"Sorry."

Ken just shakes his head, going back to cuddling the doll in his arms.

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Y/n was now headed to Weird Barbie's house along with Barbie. Barbie had found her and Ken, they had to quickly pull away from each other; she gave them a confused look but decided to ignore it. She had asked her to tag along because she was malfunctioning.

Barbie had changed into a blue dress that had long sleeves and white frills at the end of it with some white heels and a bow to finish her look. Y/n wore a white corset shirt, blue denim mini skirt with a pink cardigan and white boots to finish the look and a pearl necklace that Barbie let her borrow.

Y/n usually liked to match the people she was around but she kinda liked having her own thing going on.

They head up the stairs towards the geometric colorful house.

"I would never wear heels if my feet were shaped this way."

Both girls laughed about that. They enter the house looking around for Weird Barbie.

"Hello?"

Both girls jumped when they heard a bark. They look to see a dog pooping as it walks. Gross...

"Hey. What's cookin,' good lookin'?"

The two girls look up to see Barbie in the splits on the top floor.

"Hi."

"Hello!!"

"Welcome to my weird house."

She flips down and shakes both girls hands, a big smile on her face.

"Hi, how are ya?"

"Nice to meet you."

"Sorry about the dog crap. What can I do ya for?"

Barbie talks to Barbie about her malfunction problem as Y/n looks around the house. She was kinda drawn to the place, it was kinda cool in a weird way. She spotted two Kens hiding, one tried to hide his dog behind him while the other one dressed in purple waved at her.

"Hi."

He smiles at her, She smiles back before heading back to the Barbies.

"You're Stereotypical Barbie, Right?"

"Mmm-hmm."

Barbie smirks a little before getting a dreamy look in her eyes, chuckling to herself.

"That Ken of yours, he is one nice-looking little protein pot."

The (h/c) haired doll shifted a little, she didn't know what the feeling was that she was experiencing but it wasn't a good one, she felt it last night though. Barbie just looks uncomfortable about the whole topic.

"I guess."

"I'd like to see what kinda nude blob he's packing under those jeans."

Y/n starts shifting again. Barbie notices this and quickly changes the subject back to Barbie's problem.

Barbie pulls out a little fortune teller and starts to open and close it in different directions finally opening it and reading inside.

"Oh, you've done it. You've opened a portal."

Two other dolls looked at each other in confusion.

"I didn't open a portal."

Barbie pulls out a pointer stick and then pulls down a map.

"Someone did. And now, there's a rip in the continuum."

She spins the map showing a different one on the back.

"That is the membrane between Barbieland and the real world."

Y/n studied the map of the human world as Weird Barbie started teasing Stereotypical Barbie.

"What do I have to do?"

"You have to go to the real world."

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Everyone was at the dream houses, there was a sign hanging up that said 'Bon voyage to reality and good luck restoring the membrane that separated our world from theirs so you don't get cellulite!' The Barbies thought it would be cute to have everyone repeat what was written on the sign.

Y/n was pulled into an unexpected hug, it was super tight. Once the person let go, she turned and saw her sister with a smile on her face. Raquelle grabs the girl's face and caresses her cheeks softly before letting go and hitting her in the back of the head.

"Ouch!!"

"Don't ever go missing again, you scared us half to death."

Raquelle quickly pulls the girl in another hug, rubbing the (h/c) haired dolls head.

Everyone's attention was on Barbie at the moment. The Kens, The Midges, The Barbies, Allan, and the twins all watched Barbie.

Ryan and a few of the Kens came over and joined the two dolls. Ryan quickly pulls the younger doll into a tight bear hug.

"Guess she's going without you."

Ken looks at Ken and rolls his eyes, he would start right now...

"You're so lost Ken. She literally asked me. And I was like,"I prefer to stay here."

It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the truth.

Barbie didn't ask Ken.

Even if she did, he would still have preferred to stay. His doll was here, not in the human world.

Barbie did however ask Y/n.

"Why? Are you scared?"

"No."

"Bet you're scared."

Ken gets an annoyed look on his face as Ken laughs at him.

"And I bet she doesn't even want you to go."

Y/n walks up to the Kens and stands beside Ken. She grabs his hand, hiding it behind their backs and rubbing soothing circles onto it. Ken smiles a little.

"Well you bet both those things incorrectly and I bet the opposite direction."

"Yeah?"

Ken puts on that same smile, annoyance in his eyes.

"Yeah."

"Which way is that?"

Ken knew he was getting under Ken's skin. He always did.

"You don't even know."

Raquelle watches Barbie in envy.

"Why does she get a trip?"

"Something about a malfunction."

The twins continued to watch as Barbie got all types of compliments and how she got hyped up by the other Barbies.

Raquelle exhales from her nose. She grabs his black leather jacket and pulls him towards the direction of their sister.

"Where's the car?"

"Over there."

Raquelle grabs the girl's wrist and starts pulling them in the direction she pointed.

"Where are we going?"

The trio hops into the car with Raquelle at the wheel, she pulls into reverse and parks near Ken.

"Hey, Ken."

"Hey, Raquelle."

The girl smirks at him, pulling red sunglasses down.

"Wanna go for a ride?"

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"I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains!!"

Barbie sang to her favorite song as she drove past all the buildings in Barbieland and out the rainbow archway that said 'Barbieland.'

"I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain."

She wore a pink dress that had puffed sleeves and a little pink beret.

"There's more than one answer to these questions."

She wished her friend had come with her, it would have been nice having someone to help her get through this human-doll madness.

"Pointing me in a crooked line. And the less I seek my source for some definitive"

She swayed to the music in her car.

"Closer I am to Fine"

Her car starts to slow down.

"Closer I am to Fi-"

Her car comes to a complete stop. She looks around confused, she presses down on the gas and nothing happens.

"Oh. Great."

Suddenly a red car pulls up with Ken, her friend and her siblings. Ken wore a pink shirt covered in the letter B and white pants. Raquelle wore a black shirt with a red vest and grey jeans. Ryan was in a white shirt, black leather jacket and black pants. Y/n wore a red dress with black tights and black leather jacket with her first initial on the back in red glitter.

"Looks like you need a ride, Barbie."

Raquelle smirks pulling out a schlond poofa, waving it back and forth. Barbie frowns.

"When did you take that? I was with you the whole time?"

"I have my ways."

Barbie points to her car looking at Raquelle accusingly.

"Did you do this?"

Raquelle just shrugs and smiles.

"What are you even doing here?"

Ken smiles brightly, gesturing to the whole group.

"We're coming with ya."

Barbie just shakes her head.

"No. Please go home."

"We don't wanna."

"No."

"You asked me to come."

"I can't. I made a double bet with Ken."

Barbie looks exasperated.

"You can't make me look uncool in front of Ken."

Everyone rolls their eyes.

"Ken's not cool."

"Ken is not cool. In the slightest."

Ken frowns at everyone before looking to the side.

"He is to me."

Ryan gives him a blank stare, Y/n shakes her head laughing and Raquelle exhales from her nose.

"You're just gonna slow me down."

Raquelle rolls her eyes at the doll, the others either look slightly hurt or offended.

"What if there's beach? You need someone who's a professional in that."

"Last time I checked, we're the ones with the working car. Barbara."

Raquelle raises her eyebrows in a challenging way.

Barbie and her have a staring contest before she looks to the side defeated. Raquelle smirks.

"Did you bring your rollerblades?"

Everyone lifts a pair.

"Literally never go anywhere without them."

Ken smirks at his crush. The group turns to Barbie; Ken's eyes pleading, Ryan's eyes were blank, Y/n looked nervous, and Raquelle was just annoyed.

Barbie sighs.

"Okay."

"Wow."

Ken starts chuckling and pumping his fists which makes the girl beside him laugh.

Ryan gets out and opens the back door for Barbie, Ken puts his arm around Y/n as they make room for Barbie.

"Let's do this."

"Can I drive?"

"No."

Y/n snuggles into Ken and he places his head onto hers.

#barbie #camila mendes #barbie 2023 #ken x you #ken x reader #margot robbie #raquelle barbie #nick jonas #ryan barbie #ryan gosling #ken x female reader #Spotify

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claire-starsword · 1 year

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Max’s Diary - Chapter 1

[Welcome to Max's very own Shining Force Let's Play! These diary snippets are spread along the actual strategy part of the guide, so there's one for each battle, except Dark Dragon since these guides tend to avoid spoiling final bosses. So it makes the ending a little abrupt sadly. They are also labelled "Protagonist's Diary" because this guide really didn't want to use Max's name for some reason.]

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(1) Month of the Crimson Sparrow, Day 23

Is something happening at the Gate of the Ancients? Because of this and that, His Majesty entrusted me with this task, so we went to check the gate. When we arrived, a Rune Knight and some others were there, looking for a key to the seal. We have to drive these guys out before anything else...

Just as we were about to fight an earthquake struck. Our heads were spinning, so we retreated to a mountain hut. It was lucky, because Gong was in that hut and became our ally. Nice. If these things keep happening, even someone with little real experience like me might be able to do something. We went back to the gate and started the fight again. But, those dwarves swinging their axes are really scary. I really have no choice but to let everyone else do their best. That’s why I don't wanna stop being a leader anytime soon. Heheh.

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(2) Month of the Crimson Sparrow, Day 27

I worried about what that Rune Knight said, so we left the Gate of the Ancients right away. But, Guardiana was already surrounded by Runefaust's forces. We had to hurry. His majesty was in danger.

I wanted to go back in just a couple of seconds with the carriage, but the one we took to the gate was nowhere to be found. I didn't expect to get robbed in a place like that. With no other choice, we had to go back on foot while fighting. And, going through mountain terrain sucks. Felt like we had used all our power before the battle even started. As I thought, by the time we got to the bridge near Guardiana, Lowe and Gong had already used up all their magic. No one can even hide how exhausted they are. Huh, what? Hans looks just fine though. Since he just shoots with his bow. It's kinda unfair.

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(3) Month of the Crimson Sparrow, Day 35

We're chasing Cain who went to Alterone. This time Mae and Gort have joined us. Both are pretty strong, so that's a relief. But, we couldn't relax yet. There were Huge Bats. Their agility is high, and their movement is absurd...

If that wasn't enough, their fangs can infect you with something that puts you in a deep sleep. Because of that, people kept falling asleep on their feet again and again. I felt like we should have just booked a night at Hotel Guardiana if that's how it was gonna be. To counter that, I had Ken weaken them up with the Spear, then dealt the final blows myself. These combos born of mutual trust are what lead to victory after all.

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(4) Month of the Green Swallow, Day 7

Unlike the other battles until now, we had to battle the Runefaust army within the city of Alterone. When I think of the people that are gonna have to clean all that up, my heart hurts a little.

But, we had to fight so of course it would cause a mess. That's just how it is.

In this battle, our dedicated mage Tao quickly got to Level 4, and learned how to use Blaze level 2. She can hit several enemies at once with it. That’s how I was thinking, but she got excited and used it a lot. Burning and burning. If you burn down enemies you burn down the ground they stand on as well. Or you might end up burning some houses. They weren't anyone's houses so it ended up fine but, we gotta be careful next time or we'll be in trouble.

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Notes:

In both SF1 and Final Conflict, Max uses the formal first person pronoun "watashi". The other encyclopedia even remarks that he's well mannered. Here on the other hand he uses the casual and tough pronoun "ore", and mostly casual language. Keep this in mind for later.

(As an aside, the same goes for the GBA remake, where he tends to switch between “ore” and the more softspoken “boku” instead of “watashi”. I haven’t checked all the dialogue on that one though, so this is a general observation.)

#it begins!#shining force #sf max #sf tao #sf hans #this is happiest hans was through the whole journey i think #sf ken #max's diary #sf kouryaku no tebiki translations #welcome to the hotel guardiana~#you can never leave~#that's what fighting bats feel like yeah

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NWA Total Nonstop Action #1

Alright first NWA TNA show. Its a mixed bag that leans more into the bad than good but it has some decent stuff.

First match is a six man tag match between AJ Styles, Jerry Lynn & Lo-Ki and The Flying Elvises (Jimmy Yang, Jorge Estrada & Sonny Siaki). This match is the best of the night hands down. Its fast paced and all six men get some time to shine. The flying Elvises picked up the win when Jimmy Yang hit a corkskrew 450. Wishing it was longer is my only real complaint. 3.5

Next up was Teo vs Hollywood and this is another match I wish got more time cause they were killing eachother out there. Teo lit Hollywood up with some chops, Hollywood hit a sick falcon arrow, Hollywood also hit a crazy far frog splash I swear he cleared half the ring. Teo got the win with a swanton. 2.5/5

Next is The Johnsons vs James Storm and Psicosis. Fuck this and the next match. The only highlight I remember from this match is James Storm hitting a hurricanrana. The Johnstones win by who fucking cares how. 1.5/5

Next is The Dupps vs Christian York and Joey Matthews. Again this is a nothing match. The Dupps win when their manager pushes I think York off the top rope. 1/5

The penultimate match is the gauntlet for the gold. This is a crazy long match that I don't have the time nor want to recap in full so I'll give you some highlights. Jarrett starts out cause he pissed a dude off earlier in the night and he spawn camps like 3 dudes and insta eliminates them, a dude named apollo shows up and he looks like if you tried to make a batista caw in a wrestling game, Abyss shows up but hes not Abyss yet, and the thing I feel like this match i most know for happens which is country singer Toby Keith shows up hits a move of Jarrett then does a weird arm taunt before helping eliminate Jarrett. The final two are Ken Shamrock and Malice who is a member of James Mitchells stable. 2/5

The main event is a one on one match between Ken Shamrock and Malice. This match is just under 6 minutes so nothing really happens. Shamrock locks in an armbar and ankle lock then pins Malice off a belly to belly suplex. Shamrock is your new NWA Worlds Champion. 2.5/5

Jarrett comes out at the end of the show and sets up a match with Scott Hall next week. So I guess I got that to look forward to and the X division tournament.

Thats my first review done overall the show is whatever. Watched it more for the historical significance than anything else. Overall grade is like a 2.5/5

#ed watches tna #ed crosses the line #tna #nwa tna #full show review

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libidomechanica · 9 months

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Need not heroines, the intensity. But the Blest: heavenly wise; for will be my delight.

If French can swim, and Kings renegadoes; while her plac’d his Saintlike Grace and by the dead. Her yours.

Something wood-choir shall be my dwell in Heaven. God’s pamper’d horsemen my head. Love as may go?

What I must I think a very shapeless circuit of my bonie, bonie Mary. In thys humble pat.

The Jewish Markets of every neighborhoods we move me! Had his Youth remains of the heauen sownde.

Averted if Unworthy of thy Name. But for Aribtrary Sway? In her out in the dead.

Time to me. Recorder should every neighbouring how wise, and when true knights, in their school, its dwell.

I should have both sides ten thought I Mourn; but the dull and should free, i’ll be time, thought. With pleasant cold.

The fair plant animal awesome I would not pleasure, fie! Are laid by age is fled, and black, browne.

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koushisatori · 3 years

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if you can't believe in others, at least believe in us

kyoutani x gn!reader

genre: as ordered: a bit of angst w a touch of comfort

warnings: one (1) big jealous idiot, miscommunication

word count: 5.4k

note: this is smth an anon asked me to do (but like...nearly a year ago, I'm not sure if anon is still there or if they remember and my dumbass deleted the ask so I just beta-ed through whatever I had but I know they called me out on enjoying jealous characters so here we go) I'm sorry, mysterious anon, I'm stupid </3 Anyway, that's that. I don't remember if reader was supposed to be female or not so I made it gn!reader (but if I forgot to change something, pls tell me so I can fix any errors c: It's also my first attempt I apologize in advance)

In the beginning, you weren't sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you

You can't remember doing something that would annoy him, nor do you remember an instant of anger in his eyes that would give you a hint about his reasoning to stay away from you

He explained early on that sometimes he just needs a day of distance because Kentarou could feel the anger simmering right under the surface, enough that something small could tick him off already, and he would hate if you were on the receiving end of this unexplained fury

Both of you also made sure to promise each other to clearly communicate, the relationship between the two of you would not last long if you're not properly telling each other what might be bothering or hurting...just in general cross a boundary

Communication probably was one of the most important aspects of your relationship

cue to the actual situation: your boyfriend avoiding you

So, Monday evening you think maybe it's this overwhelming sensation of unexplained anger and that something at morning practice ticked him off completely

But then Tuesday comes and goes, and your boyfriend had avoided you all day long, did not even bother to read your messages,

on Wednesday, you try to talk to him, but all he does is glaring at you with a look that leaves you speechless and kind of heartbroken,

Thursday is the day you're replaying everything you did on Monday, trying to find something that he could have misunderstood, yet no matter how hard you think about it…your brain won't come up with a reason that explained why Kentarou was so upset with you!

So you decide to make him talk to you on Friday

Enough is enough, right? For gods' sake, he is your boyfriend! You miss him and his strong arms that give hugs so warm that you melt right into them

You don't get a second alone with him until school ends

you practically sprint out of the school building over to the gym, knowing that he had a free hour, which means that he is probably the first person there - your only chance

There he is, sitting with his back to you, aggressively chewing on a bun filled with chicken - his usual that reminded him of his favorite dish - glaring holes into the ground

After taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you carefully aks: ''Kentaro…Ken…?'', slowly stretching out your hand, wanting to rest it on his shoulder to maybe help to soothe him a bit

he flinches instead and his heated, agitated gaze meets your eyes, making you recoil in return

''…will you talk to me, I miss you…'' you say softly, realizing how it hurt being ignored by him

''Ah, suddenly you miss me…'' he spits, narrowing his eyes ''…didn't fucking seem like it the last time I saw you…''

''Kentaro, baby, I have no idea what you mean,'' you plead, keeping your voice low to hide the desperation lacing it, confusion written all over your features

all Kyoutani does is growl, hopping down from where he's sitting while shouldering his gym bag

''...shouldn't have been so flirty with Shittykawa like that then-'' he grumbles - ''Ken, I didn't-'' you insist, but he continues ''twirling your hair, batting your pretty eyelashes at him, fuck you Y/N, if you want him, then feel free to take a fucking leave" Kyoutani cusses, not even listening to you

You shake your head, ''Kentaro, no, you totally misunderstood the situation,'' you follow up, panic seeping into your voice now that you knew what he referred to, ''I love yo-''

''Tsk'', he moves to leave

you try to take his hand but, instead of turning around, Kyoutani just rips it away from you, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket

from behind you, you hear Yahaba and Oikawa approaching (talking about Volleyball and Captains duties)

once they guessed what must have happened, they offered you their help (they both swear that Kyoutani will never ever find a ''cute s/o as you are, y/n-chan, I'm worried for my little angry pomeranian kohai'' )

Usually, you would try to talk to him, but after enduring a week of radio silence and now this treatment, you were tired of upholding something that seemed like a lost cause

you just wave both setters off and leave the school grounds, a frown plastered onto your lips and tears swimming in your eyes

Kentarou had not listened to you, did not even really look at you, and the few seconds he did, his eyes were filled with rage instead of the warmth he had usually reserved for you (and only for you)

If your boyfriend thinks avoiding you for a week and blaming you for something ridiculous without hearing you out is how you handle a relationship…maybe you would have to consider not pursuing it any longer

Which is easier said than done

The whole night you wait for a message, anything, and then all Saturday morning

you still had hope left

You get one from Yahaba, who tells you that Oikawa tried to clear up the situation as well after the reason for your fight dawned on him (Kyoutanis piss poor mood and behavior towards him a strong indicator) but Kentaro, again, just ran off

The future team captain even called you after your lackluster answer, listening to you getting the frustration and sadness out of your system

It didn't matter, right? Your boyfriend decided to unofficially call it quits by implying that your feelings for him were not genuine instead of using his mouth to talk to you and disregarding everyone involved

as if he wanted to ignore the truth as a convenient excuse to get out of your relationship

that's the conclusion your brain came up with

You softly sniffle in the privacy of your room, clutching a pillow to your chest (which has seen more tears in the last two days than in the past three years), deciding that it would be a good idea to go into the city to treat yourself

knowing that your mother has a hair-dresser appointment somewhen today, you go and announce that you would join her to finally buy the latest season of your favorite series

once there, you additionally get microwave popcorn, chocolate, and ice cream, as well as a pretty shirt you saw on a mannequin while window shopping

you feel a lot better after spending some money and ignoring the lingering sadness of your presumable break up with Kyoutani (who you love ok, it is not that easy)

In between your stops, you meet Iwaizumi and Oikawa munching on fatty burgers (celebrating your cheat days like a holiday and indulging in whatever your heart desires, is what makes it easier to stick with healthier habits the rest of the time was the questionable explanation coming from the brown-haired setter, pointing at you with a soggy potato fry)

after a moment, the setters eyes turn sad, a frown replacing the smile on his lips

he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you from going just yet, apologizing for being the cause of your fight and for being unable to talk some sense into him

(you assure him that it is not his fault, knowing that your friend will probably brood over it otherwise, which wouldn't be fair)

Iwaizumi adds that Kyoutani will come around and that his cooldown time is just longer than those of other people (and if not, he will give him one of his famous volleyballs to the head and use his status as only truly respected senpai to talk some sense into him) but you again decline their suggestions

after saying goodbye (and seeing Iwaizumi give his best friend an assuring gentle pat on his shoulder, the secret softy in the usual harsh ace shining through)

If Kentaro was willing...able to throw away your relationship this easily, he can't possibly really love you, and you'd accept this even if it's hard and painful

Now remembered of what you had attempted to forget about, you feel your eyes sting with unshed tears (you thought there was no possibility of you having more tears to spill, yet the impossible seemed to be the case) you look down at your phone to text your mom and frown

Kentaro 🥰: we need to talk. Kentaro 🥰: meet me there [location]

For a second, you hesitate, biting your lower lip harshly…you really want to go and talk to him but…

The tears still sting in your eyes and blurring your view reminded you of what you had gone through the whole time, and that it was his turn to finally come to you

break up or makeup, the ball was in his court now

so while walking to where your mother would be waiting for you, you begin to type

You: No.

You: I waited for you all week, even though you ignored me, and now you expect me to run the moment you choose to stop being a childish idiot?

You: if you decide to speak to me then comqjdkn

Kentarou wouldn't say he feels particularly bad. Not at all! If someone was to ask him, he would probably answer fucking peachy, what the fuck are you asking for or growl angrily. No one would bat an eye and further question him, nor guess that maybe he wasn't as great as he pretended because he missed his gorgeous better half, but…it was his fault, wasn't it?

Of course, he originally thought he had a valid reason to be upset. And if he had just spoken to you about it, everything would be solved now. Instead of being a decent boyfriend, though, his pride overtook his thinking processes once he realized that his behavior wasn't even the slightest bit justified. Not that he knew this when he saw you speaking with Shittykawa right before school. All he could see was his gorgeous s/o shyly fiddling with her fingers, conversing with a leaned forward, very involved Oikawa Tooru. He would have fetched you away from the brown-haired setter. He had no qualms about showing his possessiveness. God, Kentarou wouldn't have hesitated to growl at the tall, brown-haired boy if not for the question he heard coming from the Captain.

''Y/N-chan, how is it that you, an adorable, charming individuum, is with a brute like Mad Dog-chan? I really-'' Well, that's where he decided to leave you with the setter. He didn't need to hear your answer. Didn't want to witness an excuse or maybe the truth. If both of you were so fucking smitten with each other to flirt this blatantly, why don't you just go and cheer for him, hold his hand, and kiss his cheek goodbye? It was his choice to distance himself.

Kyoutani couldn't help the feeling of betrayal and hurt washing over him. Maybe you just used him as a stepping stone to get closer with Oikawa, and Kyoutani has been too blind to see it. He never doubted you or your relationship before, but it's not a secret how eruptive Kyoutani could be. It has always been beyond his imagination how someone so cute and sweet like you could love a person like him. Your friends thought so. The teachers. The whole school! Everyone questioned your poor judgment. And when you came running up to him, you're cheery voice calling out for him, everyone present looked at you like you grew a second head. It's the reason why seeing you with Trashykawa ticked him off so bad. It catered to his biggest insecurities and fears. He knew that all those skeptics would be delighted to see you, everyone's darling, with the schools' star setter. They all would agree that the pretty, handsome young man is a better fit than the always hostile-looking troublemaker.

While Kyoutani didn't take Oikawa seriously in most cases, he undoubtedly was one of the most devoted people Kentarou had ever met. If Oikawa wanted to get a new serve right, he wouldn't stop trying and repeating it until his legs gave in, and Iwaizumi dragged him out of the gym. When he wanted to find more advanced players to practice with, so he could, in return, give this new knowledge to his team, there was no way he would not manage to make it happen. Even if his ideas, wishes, and plans cost him blood, sweat, and tears (like getting Kyoutani to actually train), Oikawa never backed down. Kentarou had heard that Oikawa's last girlfriend dumped him because of his passion for Volleyball. Yet Kyoutani couldn't help but think that, in you, the ambitious setter would have found someone that would be able to handle it. You usually came over to watch the team when you knew that Kyoutani was there to play. You sat on the stands with your homework in your lap and a Seijoh-coloured pencil wiggling between your fingers, not bothered by the noises coming from the court. You play with your earlobe while you frown at whatever problem you came across. You patiently wait for practice to finish. Kentarou was sure that you'd be someone Oikawa would actually try for. You weren't one of his squealing fangirls, hanging from his arm on every opportunity, but his friend. You didn't pester him to take selfies with you while pushing cute bentos into his hands. When you bring food to practice, then it's for the whole team to share. If he wanted you, Oikawa would probably have to win you over and make sure that you'd stay. Courting and all that jazz. In all seriousness, Shittykawa would be a fucking idiot if not.

The dyed-blond wing spiker had been so sure that he was rightfully mad that he didn't stop to think twice before he reacted this coldly towards you. But, and this made it even worse, Kentarou knew that he was wrong the moment you asked what happened after an entire week of enduring his silent treatment. The second he heard your shaky voice and saw the tears welling up in your eyes, his brain rebooted, and suddenly he wasn't so sure of his own reasoning. You two were together for about half a year. Kyoutani - by now - was confident in his ability to identify most of your expressions. All he could decipher in your eyes was pain, paired with a need to understand, but…if he was in the wrong…it would mean that he had hurt you the whole week, which in conclusion implied that Kentarou had been the world's shittiest boyfriend. Fuck, he thought, I don't deserve y/n.

His situation didn't get any better the moment Oikawa entered the gym. The person Kyoutani thought he had a real reason to despise now tried to mend the rift between the two of you.

''Mad Dog-chan, I think you misunderstood something there. Well, no, you decided to not listen-'' The taller male says, hands gesturing wildly. While his voice still had that annoyingly cheery tone, it had something commanding hidden underneath. And oh, how Kentarou hated when someone demanded something of him, even if it was for his own good. ''Don't want to hear it.'' the blond mutters, already aggravated. The brown-haired setter resolutely puts himself in the way again. ''Oh, but you have to! That morning, Y/N-chan literally declared her love for yo-'' - ''I don't fucking care.'' Kentarou barks, not looking Oikawa in the eyes.

After another fruitless attempt to get properly into the gym, he growls and turns to leave. Already on his way to grab his stuff and take a leave, he hears Oikawa yelling. ''You answered and justified why I asked Y/N-chan to begin with!" And then louder, even though he could make out Iwaizumi trying to wrestle his childhood friend back into the gym, "APOLOGIZE, YOU IDIOT! YOU BETTER GROVEL FOR Y/N'S FORGIVENESS! THEY DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS SHOW YOU'RE PUTTING ON, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

This happened on Friday evening, and the guilt was gnawing away on him ever since. On his way home, Kyoutani had automatically taken the detour to your house. Kentarou enjoyed bringing you home (and more often than not, you pulled him inside with you, making him cuddle you!). It makes him feel like a good boyfriend, and he knew that you arrived there safely. He would never tell anybody and deny it if you ever decided to share this, but Kentarou relished in the feeling of your hand holding his all the way while going on about your day. He admired that you'd pet every cat and every dog you meet on the trip home together with him. You were perfect for him…why again did he act like this?

What caused Kyoutani's attempt to apologize - in his usual overly blunt and partly aggressive kind of way - was Yahaba, though. Both boys denied being remotely something beyond 'not really enemies'. But his future team captain was definitely one of the very few people that could and would tell him to his face that he fucked up without real repercussions. He would presumably even help Kyoutani to get it together.

After Yahaba had called you and listened to your heartbreaking rant, the setter realized that you, his friend, and his 'not really enemy' needed to talk ut out. Totally immersed in your tirade, you accidentally let slip that you couldn't endure Kyoutani's treatment any longer. That being pushed over by your boyfriend with brash and hurtful words after handling the cold shoulder was too much. That you expected Kyoutani to break up with you on Monday either way. In-person, if he had mercy on you or continue his treatment as a silent method of doing so. While you told Yahaba about your planned ''get over it-self-care'' weekend (involving tons of ice cream, movies with crying guarantee, lots of blankets, and no smartphone), the setter had already put on his jacket, shooting a message to Kyoutani.

From Yahaba: get your stupid fucking ass outside to meet me, or I'll bench you the complete season next year

Even though the wing spiker was sure that Yahaba's words were nothing but empty words, Kentarou allowed himself to accept this threat as an excuse to put his pride aside. Because, even though Yahaba annoyed him to no end - not as bad as Oikawa but still - Kentarou was also aware that you and he were friends. If someone could help him gaining your forgiveness, Kyoutani had to accept and admit that it was Yahaba. Meeting his light brown-haired teammate was kind of awkward. Kyoutani was unsure what he had to expect, though he should have seen the rough treatment coming. Yet, getting told that you, the person Kentarou was undeniably in love with, felt so neglected and hurt that you deemed this relationship to be as good as over allowed the guilt monster in his chest to grow. Shitty Oikawa was probably right ordering him to grovel and beg on his knees for you to even hear him out.

Your answer to his message was partly unlike you. Well, the last sentence. You usually were pretty forward with him to avoid miscommunication and uncalled-for moping around. And while you sometimes send keyboard smashes to express the chaos you felt, they were always in a separate message and not so…random. The text definitely meant something like ''then come to me'' but somehow, Kyoutani had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing.

Besides, he couldn't just wait till Monday and hope that you'd accept his apology! You may send him away today already, but he still had a teeny-tiny bit of hope. If he let the thoughts of him leaving you or the other way around fester in your mind for two whole days, though,…you'd probably realize that leaving him wasn't that bad of a decision. You'd come to the conclusion that all your admirers could treat you better than Kyoutani did. And he was too selfish to let you leave. Even though all he did the whole week was being self-centered and stuck up, he would be damned to begin being a saint now and let you go. That you at least were willing to talk to him was…a relief, to say the least. Kentarou hoped that this translated to you being willing to put up with him a little longer if he apologized correctly. That you're not opposed to giving him another chance to make things right.

At your house, he was greeted with darkness. Not even a single light illuminating any of the rooms he could see from his spot on your front lawn. And the ones he saw were your and your mom's most-used rooms. Your room window, your mothers' workroom, and the living room area with an adjacent kitchen. All of those rather significant rooms and the lack of light in them seemed to be a dead giveaway for Kyoutani that no one was home. Kyoutani guessed that you were probably out with your mom, glancing over to the empty spot in front of the garage.

Oh god, your mother had been the only supportive person of your relationship. Maybe it's in your family to see the best in everyone, even in shitty people like him. But if you told her about his behavior, she'd most likely not welcome him with a smile ever again, no matter if you forgave him.

There weren't many things Kyoutani could do in this situation, but it wasn't as late as nature let it on, and after a few seconds, he had decided to sit down at the front door and wait for you, hoping that it wouldn't take too long for you to come home. As if fate wanted to tell him something, the wing spiker had put on the jacket with the half-full power bank. He had worn it to the shelter when he visited it this week while distracting himself from your absence in his daily life. You had gifted him the piece of clothing, which is probably why he unconsciously had decided to wear it to everything he did after school in the first place.

Kentarou passed the time by snarling at people eyeing him for a moment too long to not be judgmental, petting the neighbors' cat wandering over to him, and watching videos. Every time he thought ''Y/N would like this'', his heart stuttered guilty.

To Kentarou, it felt like an eternity until your mother's car finally drove up the entry. To avoid your mother's potentially deadly stare, he nervously checked his mobile, realizing that he had waited for a little more than 3 hours. Yet, the wait had done nothing to soothe his nerves. They instantly spiked up again while his heart threatened to jump out of his throat.

She will hate me. Your mother would hate me, she'll hate me, she'll ha-

''Ah, Ken-chan! Good evening.'' Your mother greets him with a tired, yet still gentle smile. Oh. The blond blanches. He'd never admit it, but he enjoyed the treatment he received from your mother more than he should. Being spoken to without suspicion and receiving a warm smile every time without fail was a welcome change to his daily life. Your mother didn't listen to people trying to bad-mouth him. To her, he simply was the boy that - normally - treats her child the way a mother wished for. Even if he pulled a face as long as a fiddle.

''I didn't know you were coming, Ken-chan, or I would have messaged you…but now that you're here, maybe you can assist us out and help Y/N inside? It would help a lot.'' His gaze immediately flitted over to you on the passenger seat. With your arms crossed in front of your chest and that stubborn but endearingly cute pout on your lips, he nearly missed the tiredness your body emitted. Kentarou wanted to rush over to your side immediately but was stopped by your mother again. ''I don't know what you two are fighting about…but please talk to each other. I don't want my baby to be this sad. Especially now, and…'' she rests a hand on his shoulder, her eyes kind and comforting ''…I also don't want to miss you here, alright?'' He stiffly nodded and watched your mother carrying in plastic bags filled with various medicine packages and food.

After coming back to his senses, Kyoutani finally stumbled over to your side, practically ripping open the car door. This new perspective revealed a plaster cast wrapping your whole left leg and a removable wrist brace on your right hand. ''Bab- Y/N…what the fuck…happened?'' His honey-brown eyes continued to wander over your injuries, and with every second, he found more. Scratches and scrapes, bandaids and bandages peeking out from underneath your clothes. ''I'm so sorry,'' he whispered, hanging his head low.

All your intentions to fight his helping hand and limp over to the door by yourself disintegrated into nothing. You never witnessed such a devastated, beaten expression on his face before. Instead, you settle for ''Will you help me?''. A question asked quietly to your fingers picking at a loose band-aid edge on your arm and pressing it back onto the irritated skin.

After you loosened your seatbelt, he waits for you to carefully place your arms around his neck. It is followed by Kyoutani lifting you out of the car so gently as if he was afraid you might break. This whole situation in itself already contradicting his brash appearance and usual behavior. It would give whiplash to all the people pretending to know him. But he was always caring in his own way when it came to you. It's why you loved him after all. Because you usually knew that he loved you, too.

For a few moments, the atmosphere between the two of you felt awkwardly tense, both of you unsure how to interact with each other. The mostly blonde wing spiker breathed out a sigh of relief when you fully leaned into his chest once he stood upright, resting your head against his shoulder. A bit of maneuvering through the front door eventually lead to Kyoutani passing through the hallway and taking you to your room, where he was gently lowering you down on the bed.

It was a now or never kind of situation. For the both of you. While Kentarou was trying to find out where to begin his apology, he took a few steps back in case you wanted space until everything was cleared up.

You unconsciously helped him making a decision by impulsively grasping onto his shirt the moment he started to withdraw, stopping him in his retreating movement. Kentarou saw your lower lips wobbling, teary eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

''Please stay,'' you say weakly, which is enough for him to throw the whole thinking process away and simply sit down next to you, intertwining both your hands. ''I'm staying. I'm not leaving. Not now nor this relationship if you still want...an ''us''. The wing spiker took a deep, shuttering breath. '' I'm sorry, Y/N…'' he finally manages to say, honey eyes locked onto your linked your hands. ''I have been fucking stupid all week. 've been a fucking terrible boyfriend, the worst to ever exist.''

As if to encourage him...to show your boyfriend that his apology was not for nothing, you shuffled around until the last bit of distance between the two of you was closed. You hum, acknowledging his words while leaning your head on his shoulder.

''I didn't think you're cheating or something, …'' Kyoutani immediately assures you. There was no way he would allow you to think that he would accuse you of something like this. ''I had no reason to be jealous, but I was insecure. Let it get the best of me. Despite our promise to communicate, I was sulking. 't was easier. I'll do whatever the fuck you want for you to not give up yet…'' he says, taking his time with every sentence.

With a sigh, you squeeze his hand. ''It will probably take a lot of cuddling and attention from you...'' you say thoughtfully ''...but I forgive you…if you promise to not do this again…'' you murmur, tilting your head upward to press a chaste kiss to his jaw. ''Otherwise, I'll accept Iwaizumi-san's offer to get your thinking process restarted.'' For a moment, your voice had its usual joking edge. But you knew talking out everything was necessary. ''But, in all honesty, 'Tarou....please, never do this again. I am honest. I will not endure this a second time. When you tell me that you need a day or two for yourself then that is totally fine. If you feel yourself giving into whatever insecurity, talk to me about it. I am sure there will be an explanation or a solution but don't leave me in the dark. Don't treat me like that. I love you. Only you and no one else. But the time love can withstand straight-up ignorance by your partner is limited.''

Slowly, your boyfriend nodded, squeezing your hand to tell you that he understood. You would probably cling to him for a while but were sure that he would survive the extra closeness. Not even half a second later, his head leans onto yours cautiously.

''…and try being nicer to Oikawa-san, Tarou, he hasn't done anything to you.'' You add humorously before small giggles started to erupt from your lips. ''Also...Baby…'' you start, being interrupted by choked-up hiccups and giggles. By using your nickname for him, you take away another persistent fear of his. What he does not miss, however, is how you wince in pain before you continue, ''…who helped you put this into words? I mean…I loved it, but…,'' You leave unsaid that words usually are not his strong fort.

Biting back a smile, he frowns, huffs, and puffs…, but the way you are looking up at him, eyes shining with relief and adoration, allows him to admit defeat. He sighs ''…it's how Yahaba said I should say it…'' It usually would be an odd enough statement to make you throw yourself all over him with laugher. As a slight replacement, you squeeze his hand a bit, still shaking with suppressed laughter. ''I promise…that I will talk to you. Can't promise the Shittykawa part.'' Another soft chuckle leaves your lips before you look up at him again. ''I hope you try nonetheless. You should not let Iwaizumi-san hear you calling Oikawa-san that, though, I don't think this would turn out well for you…so...maybe stop this at least.'' Kentarou rolls his eyes at you, but in the end, he nods.

You wait for another second to clearly distinguish the two topics before you continue. ''…Thank you…for coming and finally speaking with me instead of break-'' A hand on your lips muffles your words.

''Don't say these words. I'd never break up with you,'' Kentarou grumbles, a light, uncharacteristic light pink settling on his cheeks. You stick your tongue out, which leads to him taking his hand off of your face with a surprised noise, rather dumbfounded that you had licked his hand. It gives you the chance to lean up and finally press your lips against his. ''I'm not leaving you either,'' you murmur, feeling his lips twitch upwards slightly. You decide to leave the teasing for another day.

Moving back into your previous position was enough of a hassle to hiss in pain. It brought back Kyoutani's awareness of the second problem at hand. ''What did happen to you?'' Kyoutani asks in an attempt to tamper down the excited, happy beating of his heart.

''Oh, this...uh, when I answered your text, I got driven over by a dude on a bicycle,'' you casually drop. It was kind of entertaining to watch his expressions change at an unequaled pace while processing your words. In the end, it settled into something akin to passive-aggressive worry. The way he was immediately fretting over you while cursing and cussing out the bicycle dude was his own way of caring. As you watch him retrieving the food your mother bought, while mumbling about how you're a dumbass for not paying attention to your surroundings, how he'd come over every day until you could go to school again to bring and teach you the stuff you would miss and how he would fucking murder the bicycle idiot if he ever finds out who dared to drive you over, you can't help the smile forming on your lips.

Once again, you are proven that loving him - while occasionally troublesome and demanding - was everything but wrong.

#haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani x y/n #kyoutani x you #seijoh x reader #aoba josai x reader #mad dog x reader #eeeeh i hope I didn't forget anything #tw jealousy #cw jealousy #????#y/n lowly humming the you kinda smell like a baka sound and he just </3 #deserved though

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alfairy · 2 years

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My thoughts on Sonic 2 right after my first viewing (HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE AND POST CREDITS SCENE)

Remember, spoilers under the cut!

OK SO RIGHT OFF THE BAT, THE MOVIE BLOWS THE FIRST ONE OUT OF THE WATER. MORE LORE, MORE CHARACTERS, MORE ACTION

WACHOWSKI PARENTS ARE CANON!!! SONIC CALLED TOM “DAD” AND THEY WERW LIKE LETS GO GET OUR KID, I WAS SCREAMING

So Longclaw really did die…. ;-; Longclaw lives truthers are probably crying rn. We’ll never forget you

Fan artist and fanfic writers are gonna have a field day

The only thing I kinda disliked was that the wedding and GUN arrest scene went on too long. I turned to my mom and was like “when are we getting back to sonic” but the human characters are all very enjoyable and Rachel was hilarious and gets her time to shine

Sonic and Tails friendship was so cute! Personally, I felt Tails was a little underutilized in the film, but I loved the bond between him and Sonic, and how Sonic quickly became so protective of him!! Quickly stepping into that big brother role!

Knuckles did not disappoint, and he was so badass while also simultaneously being stupid as fuck, we love you king. Easily one of the best characters, everyone in the theater was dying laughing at him, but it never felt like the filmmakers were belittling him or making a joke of him, most of his humor comes from him not understanding earth culture and being so serious and blunt about everything.

Also side note, I found it weird that he’s literally standing 2 feet behind Robotnik and Stone at one point while Robotnik is causally mentioning within earshot how he’s gonna backstab him later to steal the emerald. And he just…. Doesn’t hear or react at all??? They’re right in front of you dude. I guess he was focused on something else lol.

LITTLE BABY KNUCKLES!!! He was adorable and it looked like he had a nice father. Ken Penders is probably throwing a bitch fit watching that scene and we all know it. Die mad about it 💕 We now know what baby Sonic and baby Knuckles looked like, and it’s a crime we haven’t gotten to see Baby Tails yet. O wait…. Tails still is baby….

So stonebotnik is canon right. Or at least as canon as it can get in order to sneak past the censors lol. Stones got it BAD. The maid outfit made me SCREAM

THE TEMPLE SCENE. My sonknux peeps… If u know u know… 👀

The filmmakers rlly were like “we’re gonna make sonic get beat the fuck up and pass out and almost die so many times 💕”

Knuckles, unironically: let’s punch him in the dick that’s the most vulnerable area

Living Chaos Emerald theory doesn’t appear to be canon, so Sonics powers are still unexplained. Which is weird since they make such a big deal about them in the novelizations and previous movie. Then again, Knuckles has powers and it’s never really explained, so it’s whatever I guess. Maybe they’ll bring it up in the third movie, since a certain you know who is coming ;)

SO MANY REFERENCES TO THE VIDEO GAMES IN THE FINAL FIGHT OMG

SUPER SONIC AHSHDIEKDIIDJEJEJSJD HE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL. i was kinda scared for a moment when they were like “that’s not the sonic u know anymore he is consumed by power” and then he summons a chili dog out of thin air and everyone’s like “o never mind he’s fine”

Idk how Robotnik could survive that fall, but Stone is fine so I guess he’s in hiding somewhere. Maybe in movie 3 he’s partially robotizied? Who knows? They never found him but we all know he’s lurking out there

THE POST CREDITS SCENE….. just…. OOF. People in the theater GASPED out loud when they said “we found a file from 50 years ago,” like we all KNEW in that moment. This movie still had its light hearted fun moments in it, but honestly if they’re gonna be covering a Sonic Adventure 2 adaptation, or the third movie is based loosely on it, then I think the third movie is gonna be a WHOLE lot darker. Cause you can’t have Shadow without Maria, and we all know what happened to her….. if sonic 2 is about found family, sonic 3 will be about ANGST

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corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

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mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

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[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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sanzu-sanzu-sanzu · 2 years

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songs about toxic people 14

Sanzu Haruchiyo X Reader

Summary: In which you are Bonten’s No. 2 and Sanzu is No. 3. Almost ten years of being stuck working together means you’re both bound to pick up on each other’s idiosyncrasies, yeah?

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chapter 14: But what good is a heart when it shudders to speak

Manjiro thinks you would’ve loved this kind of night. No, he knows. Rainless and undisturbed apart from the stray, distant police sirens not at your pursuit, although he supposes hospitals are plagued by their own brand of sirens, too: less exhilarating yet just as urgent, more depressing and unwanted. The vast, open sky devoid of clouds with barely any of those constellations you never cared much for—they’re dead and too far, you’d once uttered. Only the moon, lone and bright, so bright he fancies the light shines right through people’s heads.

(And you’ve always enjoyed the moon.)

Except it’s cold, too cold, in fact, and he knows just how much you despise the cold with every fiber of your being. It’s fine, though, he’d lend you his coat, the faux fox fur one with the hood that could drown out his entire head that you once mistook as your gift to him many Christmases ago but which he, himself, actually only got on a whim from a random street store, that one early winter night he foolishly, somehow believed his typical long sleeves and flip flops would be enough to protect him from the cold.

On second thought: maybe he wouldn’t, as he’s shivering himself.

Would you have fought him over it, too, the way you did with Ken-chin’s oversized parka that one time the three of you ended up stuck in the back of Mucho’s freezing car? A long story, his head hurts just remembering it now. You’d probably see through his fickle offer on the get-go, he’s certain; it’s the kind of memory that’s hard to forget.

Besides, he wouldn’t need to offer you a coat. He knows Sanzu automatically would.

He breathes in.

And out.

Outside, the hospital stands tall and imposing, quiet as the dead. He thinks all the noise and commotion are congested at the main entrance, anyway, not much that could reach him from the secret passageway out here, at the back, that he’s made to enter. His knees are starting to tire just from standing and he’s tempted to ask Sanzu’s guy how long ‘till they can proceed, except he’s just asked about the time not a mere ten minutes ago and he’s not too keen on hearing the man speak anytime soon, in all honesty. The man’s voice was terse, bone-dry, and wary. Respectful—but wary—in that typical manner of people that aren’t you and any of the men he closely works with that reminds him of just how much his mere presence—the power he armors himself with—is, in its bare bones, unwanted. More depressing; less exhilarating. A presence that could signal death, if not handled right. Nothing but porcupine needles, ready to strike. Yet another reminder of who and what he himself is—a reality that he, though accepts, chooses not to sit on his shoulders maybe just for this one night.

You would’ve hated his bleak self-introspection, but then again, you aren’t here.

Sanzu is already inside, he was told. Sanzu has never left.

Manjiro has thought he’s already forgotten how it’s like to feel afraid, and yet as he stands here waiting—for news, for the signal light, for a phone call from Sanzu—he thinks he might as well have been cowering in fear in all the days of his life at the now all-too-familiar grip he feels on his soul’s throat. Nobody around him in fact talks about fear anymore, least of all you; though, he thinks, it’s the sort of thing neither of you would have to speak out loud to each other anyway. Not that he’d ever ask you to, nor you him. Just another milestone friendship perk, probably, on top of your reassuring presence, your kindness and your voice—the one meaningful connection he has left, his only real reminder of what he used to be. Of what he might still be.

Have you ever feared death? In all your years of being by his side, he’s never asked.

Manjiro breathes in.

And out.

He doesn’t know how many bullets there were, or maybe he’s heard but frankly his mind had already hazed the moment Sanzu’s errand guy had uttered your name along with the words ‘shot’ and ‘x number of times’ the first time. Does the number of bullets even matter? No, of course not, because it only takes just one. All that matters at this moment is you waking up so he can finally tell you just how very afraid he actually is right now, more than ever, so Please don’t die, and mean it, because he knows just how much you can’t resist his demands. Or should he be directing his pleas at Death for this one? Some entity out there he might have to acknowledge, after all?

Because fuck his pride, fuck his life and his soul—he’d beg any number of indifferent gods for an ounce of their mercy just to get you out of this alive.

The signal light flashes once, twice, and a third time for the agreed upon confirmation, today’s bodyguard turning his head only briefly (and wordlessly) to gesture to his Boss. This is all that matters now. Manjiro tucks his cold hands into his pockets, schools his head empty and takes a deep breath.

Before stepping out of the shadows.

It was, should’ve been, a peace mission.

“When we go out there, it’s to put an end to this, once and for all,” you were telling them during your final sit-down in the middle of Takeomi’s deceptively pleasant, sunlit living room. “The banker needed to be taken out of the picture so we could move forward, it’s one exception we got to make and the rest of them knew this. Nobody else would have to follow.”

Bonten’s adviser hummed in thought, cracking an eye open (the scarred one) to peek at the face of his estranged brother over your head—gaze still unreadable and directed at nowhere in particular, leaning casually against the doorframe at right angles with you and outside of the three-person circle of you, Takeomi, and Mikey by choice. His tightened grip around his arm, however, did not escape his notice. He couldn’t remember a time when Haruchiyo had been this easy to read.

“Hm.” Takeomi extended a hand out to take a sip of his coffee only to change his mind midway, resting his forearm back against the table in the process, his fingers retracting into a loose fist. His index finger stuck out to lightly tap on an empty coaster once, twice, pressing mental bullet points as if to say, Two things:

“What if they decide to attack, shoot you right there,” he’s not one to lament lost allies but your place in Bonten was just as much personal as it was strategic, and in a world governed by highly emotional men, what was personal could easily tip the balance between stability and chaos. And you held so much in your hands, your personal relations, notwithstanding. “They shoot you, then it’d be fair game for anybody else. A war is what we’re all trying to avoid, yes?”

Your eyes flicker only once; ever the most serene, ever the most pragmatic.

“They won’t shoot me. I’m not the most important person in the game.” The light tinkle of your teaspoon against china accentuated the ensuing silence. Behind you, Sanzu’s gaze turned stern, the back of your head its newfound focal point. “And even if they do, it wouldn’t be enough reason to start a full-blown war, everybody knows that. Manjiro, listen to me.”

Manjiro, who only had to utter a single command to have his men plant bombs in several key places—both businesses and homes—to decimate every enemy who’d decided to stick his head out, once and for all, refocused his eyes on the center of the table when he felt the tips of your fingers on his forearm, his hand having involuntarily clenched into fists. You were looking at him cautiously, but also calmly, a look he hated when it mattered because it always had the effect of easing his potential worries and whatever you’d say from there on was bound to convince him of any crazy, selfless plan of yours, somehow.

His own misstep, he decides in retrospect.

Sanzu’s eyes tightened into slits as he anticipated your next words. This had the reflexive effect of Takeomi resting a hand idly around his chair’s arm rest, as if silently expecting for the table to be hurled into the air anytime now.

“What isn’t fair game are unaffiliated family members, getting them roped into the mess”—gang warfare’s unspoken rule of combat which Bonten had always tried to uphold and for good reason—“but I, all of us, already got skin in this conflict. They attack me, this remains a small-scale war, if at all, but which we—you—could always try to avoid; they don’t, then great, we guarantee we get our waters back and our cargos tax-free. None of us are benefitting from the chokehold, and all they need is someone with skin to show them we’re serious.”

All of it was purely business, went your sole response, when Sanzu spat out Bullshit in a low growl that caught even Mikey’s attention; a warning, a seething tantrum at your implication that if the enemy were to intentionally harm you, that Bonten should not be compelled or would have no reason to escalate, among other things. As if the world shouldn’t be strung up and burnt to crisps for allowing such a thing to happen to mere you.

Though that one need not be said; Sanzu rarely ever had to speak his anger out loud. It’s what makes him efficient and dangerous.

But a capacity to harm was not what drove Sanzu’s anger on that fine morning, causing him to lash out. If it were, he could’ve easily bent things to his will, with Manjiro’s blessing, of course. Would risking your life to accomplish a deal and inadvertently save several faceless lives be worth it? went his non-verbatim, rhetorical question. No, right? Of fucking course not, was his own retort, an answer that you took in stride because, well, the risk comes with the job, you reminded him. And unnecessary manslaughter is very messy, of course, so there wouldn’t be any, not on your watch.

Except did you consider it as merely part of the job, too, the very moment you realized it was Sanzu they’d pointed the gun at and you’d placed yourself, in the beat of a moment, between him and the speeding bullet? Nobody else would’ve anticipated, of course, that it’d stopped being business the moment you’d agreed on meeting your enemy—a wife, now-widow, who’d been hit too close to the bone and knew just where you were weakest at; a woman mad—wars or unnecessary killings, notwithstanding—on settling a personal score by hitting you where she knew it would truly hurt. And Sanzu, though not family per se, not in the way that families are forged by blood or by marriage, was, without question, somebody you yourself would stand in front of a bullet for.

And which you did. And so it went.

You were right, however, in that there was no bullet meant for you, because in a collision that had turned personal, Sanzu had just become the most crucial person in the game—the most tender skin on your open wound.

As you’ve become his.

And now Manjiro is left to witness just what happens when Bonten is hit two-ways.

He finds him sitting at the hallway, sees the pink of his hair first and then his suit, the streaks of blood on his sleeves and then the slump of his back. Not all at once, like some trick of the light or of the mind, but first the extremities and then the body, the whole scene slowly emerging, like those inkblot images that kind of show you things but also kind of don’t, and he wonders what this image might reveal.

Haruchiyo’s eyes come last from behind his curtain of hair and the knuckles that hid his face—the doused, weary grimness in eyes that normally devoured, hollow complements to the twin facial scars that do no justice to the deeper cut that lay beneath. Not a very good image, Manjiro inwardly muses, and he sends a silent prayer, again, to whoever might be out there, wishing that this wasn’t the last thing you witnessed before you closed your own eyes.

Your blood is everywhere on Sanzu: on his suit, on his torso, a trail of fingertips on the side of his face, and he wonders about Sanzu’s refusal to wash you off his skin...your being confined and incapacitated in a room full of strangers, one foot teetering at death’s door, and his inability to be right there by your side at this very moment. Manjiro surmises that there must be a correlation in there, some meaning in the gesture which he’d rather not think too much about, but which still makes his chest twinge all the same.

“Haruchiyo. You better go home.”

Even in solemn repose, Sanzu affords his Boss a dutiful smile—a sort of depleted calm.

“Someone has to stand guard, boss. Be around when she wakes up.” Make sure you know they haven’t left you alone. Manjiro abstains from saying that Sanzu’s army of guards has the entire surrounding forest barricaded and secured, every single one highly-equipped to keep you safe from any potential trouble, as if the presence of two Bonten leaders, in itself, isn’t already enough to render the entire place off-limits to enemies. And she won’t be waking up for god knows how long, he wants to say, a reasoning he bites down, not wanting to sound hypocritical with himself being down here as well.

And Manjiro isn’t a hypocrite.

Besides, he can see much more clearly now that particular, concealed hardness in Sanzu’s eyes and decides it’d be futile, that severe sobriety in the face of a man who wishes reality wasn’t so persistently clear and yet still looks at it straight-on, hell-bent on seeing this one through in all its harsh twists and turns, and then fight the gods that had allowed them, if need be—in all the raging might and fury so bright it could light the whole world up in flames, warm enough to blanket your cold bones. To that end, Manjiro would not stand in his way. Praying, after all, could only do so much; he doubts Haruchiyo would ever have the patience for it.

It’s the same look he recognizes in you, as well, just on the gentler end of the frequency, when during a lull and a rare moment of openness, Sanzu would let you hold and inspect his prized bottle of pills in the palm of your hands—although prized would probably not be the word you’d use as opposed to necessary, and not in the way that everybody assumes Sanzu craves for these things, but more with the understanding and acceptance of the things he protects himself from and copes with in the ways he knows how—as Sanzu would sit, unmoving, in front of you, eyes watchful of anything your face might reveal; as you take your time to form your words, the way no other person would, with all the quiet sensitivity and care nobody else would’ve found requisite when dealing with cold, calculating, and unafraid Sanzu; as you’d look up to meet him in the middle, eyes empty except for that which only Sanzu can see, which makes him listen to you in a way that no one else can; as you flick your wrist to switch the bottle in a tighter grip, willing to hold on for as long as necessary if you don’t get an answer that satisfies you when you remark:

You wouldn’t overdo your overdoing. Not a question, but a command, just as much a signal of trust; more than anything, though, a plea disguised as a professional directive, and which Sanzu would only smile at in his own way.

I’m always careful, you know that, and not a hint of deception in his eyes.

It’s there, still, as Manjiro remembers the steely disturbance in your eyes in all the times you stood by his side, still as a corpse, while you both waited for Haruchiyo in his office. The grim decorum in the way you’d hand over his files for yet another assignment that required the taking of a life, or many—for both the enemy and for Sanzu—your lips sealed, eyes opaque and steadfast on not letting anyone in—on not letting the fear seep out lest it crumbles the brave footing you stood on—not even Sanzu even when he discreetly raised an eyebrow as you passed him without meeting his gaze, even as he tried to say something no doubt annoying in a voice only you could hear, in that normal side snark that never failed to get a rise out of you, and all you’d do is say something back in response, in a voice still so chillingly neutral, making him drop his smile and harden his gaze, eyes trailing at the back of your head as if figuring out a puzzle.

Of course, Sanzu never fails to notice your tells. He always sees far more than he lets on, after all, especially when it comes to matters concerning you. So he’d huff out an air of informality to clear out the stale in the air, say something silly like Oi, it’s the fifth s-rank assignment you’re throwing at me just this month alone—a hyperbole he employs solely to make his point, of course, because you’ve always done your best at screening potential threats; keep them safe, in your own way, from unnecessary danger, much to their dismay but also wonder—Do I get a treat once I’m done cleaning this one up? Some old-fashioned by the pier this time, maybe? You know the one.

An inside joke that would take Manjiro a moment to realize was an inside joke—another place that’s yours and Sanzu’s—but, more importantly, would make you smile in secret. Sure—there it goes, a tiny crack of light, enough to stir up Sanzu’s eyes—after you’ve wiped the blood off your mouth maybe I could treat you to a drink or two.

A smirk to seal the agreement. Alright, you promise, and actually meaning it in spite of the cocky grin on his face.

So, no, he doesn’t stop him.

It’s only now that Manjiro notices the bright patches of red on Sanzu’s right knuckles. If those weren’t self-inflicted via the wall, they’d have been from some unfortunate face he had had to fight the both of you through, in the aftermath. Manjiro holds no pity for anyone, friends or foes alike, but he knows of your aversion to drawn out pain and hurt.

Sanzu would know just as well of course, but then again, anxiety can make people forget.

“You better get that fixed, Haruchiyo.”

“Yes, boss.” He murmurs, still from within the cave of himself and his heavy shoulders.

“When she sees that, she’d chew your ears off.”

And Sanzu only grunts out a weary chuckle, airless and dry, as he leans back on his chair, his eyes half-lidded pools of glass, darkly humorous as if to say:

Oh, how I wish I could only have her spewing profanities at me at this very moment.

Waiting for life-and-death news for hours and hours on end is, in itself, drawn out pain, so as much as he agrees with Sanzu’s extended methods when it comes to torture, he very much understands now your dislike for it. A bit, he thinks. It makes him delirious and insane, gives the quiet misery and regret all the more time to fester as another lucid memory comes through unbidden in his half-asleep, half-weary haze.

It’s you and Sanzu, and also him and Ken-chin and Mucho walking away from Mucho’s car. By now he has half the mind to recognize the oddity in how Sanzu has seemingly always been there in every memory of you his mind has somehow been coming up with in the previous hours—and it’s not like he’d asked to be inflicted with a heavy bout of nostalgia this time out of all times—and yet, he finds no surprise in it at all. Odder still because in this one particular memory even Mucho had an even bigger role to play, in fact, as he’s the one who’d very politely listened to your shivering rants during the brief walk from his parked car to the shrine steps where Sanzu stood waiting, because you’d found it unfair, apparently, that Manjiro’s the one who got to have Draken’s jacket even though he very clearly won your janken fair and square. A very heated, half-gibberish series of rants that Mucho had the decency to chuckle lightly at, once or twice, and that Manjiro clowned you over because you weren’t obviously making sense and you were just expending energy to ease the cold. And then there was Haruchiyo at the top of the stairs, even then exuding an air as if he were Pale Death, himself—in his own coat that must’ve been dark blue or a shade of navy and honestly whose detail is inconsequential at this point—but then there was Sanzu who’d stood in grim attention for entire minutes as Mucho relayed the necessary Toman instructions for the day, whose eyes had strayed to your restless form more than twice; who, when it was time to move and join up with the rest, had delayed his walking alongside his captain to let his attention linger on you, but only for a second long, like it’s not the most pressing thought in his mind at all, just to say:

You’re shivering. An ordinary remark that the wind could’ve carried away in peace, except which you catch; at the same time a remark that could’ve implied that there was something to be done, because Sanzu Haruchiyo never did or said things for no reason.

Oh, it’s not much. You’d smiled, your expression suddenly, uncharacteristically modest, your fire temporarily shoved underneath the snow as you both turned to finally walk ahead and not speak again, loosely side-by-side. And Manjiro—it’s very funny how people remember things—only now clearly recalls the quiet snort Draken had let out, the curious side-eye he throws at him, but also which had gone away just as quickly as it had appeared.

So no, Manjiro holds no pity for anyone, and yet he also knows that if he were to go back in time—ten, five years, or two days ago—and wring the truth, your truths, out of you and Sanzu both, straighten this one thread out of all these tangles of lives within his reach, wash away the air of regret, fix things as how they would’ve been maybe in a different future, a different life or another—his actions would certainly have to be driven by something else, wouldn’t it? Some long-lost piece of him he has no name for but still, very firmly, can hold such a tight grip in his chest.

Although he also knows that it’s not his decision to make, as much as he’s aware that neither of you could be bent so easily, anyway. It’s almost funny if not for the thought that you could both potentially live the rest of your lives forever stuck in this hardened tableau of you and Sanzu seated far across from one another, eyes eternally grazing paths and then never speaking of it. A sentiment he fully understands without having it be spelled out loud as he gazes over Sanzu’s defeated form along this near-empty hall in one unassuming hospital wing: strong, brutal, untamed Sanzu, his broad shoulders slouched stiffly forward like a beaten beast, eyes devoid of its usual fire, at least not the kind that was filled with life—nor the one that could easily void one—an inanimate character in a funerary frieze, the chink in his well-forged armor all but cracked open to near-destruction.

Maybe you would know what to call that piece of him which he can’t name; he hopes that you would, hopes that one of these days you could tell him. He has faith in you, after all, if nothing else, and even as the doctor slides the doors open—finally, finally—the well-worn lines on her face holding no promises, as she straight away brings a hand up to preface that No, she isn’t awake yet, but— Manjiro allows himself to cling to a sliver of hope. He doesn’t know how, has long since forgotten how to grasp onto something real, so he lets his hand do what little it remembers: he pats Sanzu’s back, bringing him to awareness.

“Sanzu, come on.” Manjiro affords his loyal subordinate a rare smile. “Let’s go see her.”

chapter 15 / FINAL >

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I’m Yours:

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Chapter II

Y/N is Kenny Ortega’s ‘niece’ after going through a rough breakup, Kenny decides to fly her over to stay with him, will her broken heart mend?

(Female Reader, NO SMUT, Romance, Friendship, THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC/IMAGINE, I hope it’s good, Kenny is lifelong family friend so reader calls him Uncle Kenny. I’m British so the writing is going to be British so like ‘mum’ not ‘mom’ yanno?)

GIF by Oeuvrs

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I gazed out of the airplane window, stuffing headphones into my ears, I couldn’t wait to see my Uncle Kenny finally, even if it took me waking up early to catch my (almost) 3 hour flight, I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, flying always made me so nervous, I just hated the way the plane shook as it took off or landed, it never made me feel safe, even though I knew that it was a rare occurrence for the plane to actually crash.

I took out my headphones as the flight attendants went through the pre-flight demonstrations, telling all of the passengers about the fire exits and what to do in case of an emergency, I flipped my phone over on my leg nervously before rolling my eyes to myself, stop being so silly, you’re nineteen, you shouldn’t be nervous all the time. I thought to myself, although it’s easier said than done, the attendants finished up their demonstration and the plane proceeded to take off, the familiar shaking throughost the plane shot itself through me as I took a deep breath in, I placed my headphones back into my ears and closed my eyes, pressing my head firmly against the back of my chair and gripping onto the arm rests firmly, Uncle Kenny knew about my fear of flying and thought that it would be best to get me a seat on the plane nearer the exit door, luckily for me nobody else was sat next to me as the plane was quite empty.

Once the plane was firmly in the air, I decided to scroll through my playlist and find a specific song that I wanted to listen to- Good Day by Surfaces, as the song began to play, I gazed out of the window and watched as the clouds floated past, I rested my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes, feeling my heart rate slow back down to the original beat, I settled further into my chair and saw the seatbelt light flicker, allowing me to unbuckle myself and curl my legs up along the seats, shuffling slightly to rest my head against my neck pillow and on the window, I sighed in content and felt myself slowly slip into sleep.

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I awoke to the plane shaking slightly, feeling myself panic I sat upright and quickly buckled myself back in, I glanced back outside of the window and saw what could only be Vancouver as the plane was begin to lower, I smiled to myself, thinking about how it wasn’t long until I got to see my Uncle Kenny. I removed my neck pillow from my body and fastened it to my rucksack that was placed on the floor by me, I turned my volume down on my phone and watched in excitement as the plane landed on the ground, the pilot steering it into its final bay, I waited a little while longer before having to exit the plane, placing my bag over my shoulder and shuffling out onto the aisle of the plane and exiting out of the door nearby.

I had just finished going through security and collected my suitcase, shuffling through the fairly large crowd, searching for my favourite person on the planet- “Y/n” I heard in a singing tone, I glanced over and smiled widely at my Uncle Kenny holding a sign with my name written on it with purple glitter and stars, Kenny was dancing a small jig, waving the sign from side to side in a Jazz dance like motion, I rolled my eyes and laughed at my uncle, “you’re an idiot!” I said as I made my way closer to him, he opened his arms and stood still with a calming look on his face, there was no sympathy and no look as if I was going to break if he held me too much, it was just- Kenny. That was one of the things I loved most about him, no matter how hurt or how sad I was, he never changed his attitude towards me, it was always the same, calming, compassionate, loving but never pity, he never felt sorry for me in a way that seemed patronising.

“Come here” he said happily, beckoning me into his arms, I pulled my suitcase closer to the man and snuggled into him, Kenny always gave the best hugs, as his arms wrapped around me I could feel an overwhelming sense of emotion- I think it was a mixture of missing my uncle and the sadness that I was trying to hide from the literal heartache that was consuming my entire being from what happened a few nights before, I guess Kenny heard my stifled sniffs as he began to lovingly rub my back, he rocked me back and forth slowly, “sh sh I know darling, I know” he whispered, “come on, let’s not have you crying in the airport hm?” I nodded, looking up at him and wiping my tears away, I leaned back and grabbed the handle of my suitcase, following Kenny out of the airport and into a black Range Rover,

“Thank you for this Uncle Kenny” I breathed out, looking over at him with a smile, “I’ve missed you” I admitted whole heartedly, he took a quick glance over at me and switched on the radio to play the soundtrack from Hamilton, my favourite.

“I’ve missed you too Kiddo, more than anything” he replied, “I hope you don’t mind but we’ve got to go to set after you freshen up” he continued, I nodded in agreement, “I knew you’d understand, you excited to help me out?” He asked

“I can’t wait, thank you again Uncle Kenny, for flying me out here, for letting me help you with the show, I hope I don’t let you down” I admitted, looking over at him once more,

“You..” Kenny started, “Y/n, you could never ever let me down” I smiled over at him once more and rested my head on my arm as I looked out of the window.

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We eventually arrived at Kenny’s apartment, I hopped out of the car and ran to the back to grab my case by Uncle Kenny was already on it, dragging the suitcase behind him as he walked past me, “come on, Star” he said, giving me one the nicknames he’s called me since I was little- he called me Star, Sun and Moon, for reasons I do not know of completely, I was aware of the meaning behind Star (he always thought of me as a star, destined to shine) but Sun and Moon, I have yet to discover, he always told me that I would find out the meanings as I grew older but it has been lost on me. I followed after the man, still in awe of the surroundings around me. Vancouver was beautiful.

“And here is your room” Kenny said as he finished up the tour of his apartment, he opened the door in front of me and I was greeted by a white room with two large windows on the furthest wall, placed strategically to allow the resident of the room to see the beautiful scenery around them, Kenny had added some plants, fairy lights and grey and dusty blue blankets to make it more homely, “blue and grey are still your favourite colours right?” He questioned,

“Been the same since I was eight Kenneth” I replied, “this is amazing” I continued, entering further into the room and placing my case lightly on the bed,

“Alright kiddo,” he said, “here’s your en-suite” he knocked on the door to my right “and the door next to it is your closet, I’ll leave you to freshen up and I’ll see you in 15 minutes?” He questioned, I nodded and smiled at the man as he quietly closed my door, humming to himself.

I turned to my suitcase and quickly started to unpack, placing everything in the correct spaces, I opened up my closet and was greeted with a walk-in wardrobe, nothing too extravagant but also nothing that I’ve ever had before. I left out an oversized top and leggings with my pair of beaten up Vans so I could have something to wear to set. I quickly jumped into the shower and freshened up before brushing my teeth, I towel dried my hair before letting it just dry naturally, I then applied some light makeup and got dressed before coming out of my room, I quickly turned back around on my heels and placed my suitcase into my closet, I then grabbed a few hair ties and rolled them onto my wrist before leaving my room for the second time.

As I walked into the hallway, I saw my Uncle Kenny singing quietly to himself and dancing lightly around the den, I laughed at the sight in front of me.

“I’m ready” I sang, distributing my uncle, he span around and smiled at me, “sorry to interrupt your little dance session” I giggled, Kenny shook his head at me and joined in with my laughter, “right, shall we go?” I questioned, he nodded as I followed after my uncle once again.

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“Don’t be nervous” Uncle Kenny smiled as he parked up his car, how did he know me so well? I breathed out slowly and nodded, jumping out of the car and headed towards the set with him, “they’re all really lovely alright?” He continued to reassure me, “let’s introduce you to them yeah?” He finished, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and tucking me in close to him.

We walked quite a short walk before entering the catering tent, there sat the cast of his new show Julie and the Phantoms, I twiddled my thumbs as I walked slowly towards the long table, I scanned the heads of the people, my eyes lingering on a certain pair of green-blue eyes, they seemed almost hazel, one of his eyes seemed to be drowning in blue, in short, they were beautiful, I quickly glanced away and continued to look briefly at every person at the table. “Is this her Ken?” A blonde boy spoke, smiling over at me, I lowered my head out of pure anxiety,

“It is. Everyone this is my niece- Y/n” Kenny introduced, “I’m truly a lifelong friend of the family, she grew up calling me Uncle Kenny, so she is my niece” he explained, clearly due to the slight confusion written over a few members of the cast.

“Hi” I said, finally mustering up my courage, I smiled at the blonde boy who sat directly in front of where I was stood,

“Hey, come sit, I’m Owen” he smiled, shuffling over and patting the spot next to him, the group of people went round introducing themselves, in order it went- Owen, Jeremy, BooBoo, Madison, Jadah, Savannah, Sacha and Tori, lastly was the boy with the beautiful eyes, he seemed a little older than me, I did find out that Owen was my age, as was Savannah, Tori was one year younger than the three of us, Madison was 14 and Jadah was 13, Sacha was 15, Booboo was 25 and Jeremy was 22.

The only person I hadn’t yet been introduced to was the guy with the beautiful eyes, he was sat directly across from me, and any time I glanced up to him, I could feel my cheeks redden, I tilted my head and smiled at him, ignoring the heat rising in my cheeks “and you... what’s your name?” I questioned,

“I’m Charlie” he replied, “nice to meet you” he smiled back at me.

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