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craftycheetah · 9 months

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Purr Like an Engine Finale

The sunlight shined through your windows, illuminating your cats’ fur, luring them out to sunbathe. It was a quiet day inside, but outside, the streets were lively. Kids running along the streets and people walking along the sidewalk, not an ounce of fear in their bodies.

‘Mrow.’

You turn around, smiling when Cookie Shake trots up to you, Neo not too far behind him. “Good morning, my babies~” You lean down and pet their heads, scratching under Neo’s chin while Cookie Shake tries pouncing on your hand. “Hey, no biting! I’ll go get you some breakfast.”

Cookie Shake follows happily, weaving between your legs while Neo trots in and jumps on the counter above her bowl.

Your phone buzzes on the counter.

You read over the message again, smiling to yourself. Your screen flashes before you put your phone. Afterward, your body sprawls freely on the couch, and you relax into the cushions. After channel surfing, you find a marathon of your favorite show. After a couple hours, you get pulled away by soft knocking from your front.

“Coming!” You shout.

You pause the episode, get off the couch and stretch. You notice Cookie Shake sleeping peacefully on the other side of the sofa, and you rub behind his ear. Your feet carry you to the door, a hand coming to your eyes to rub the sleep out of them. You turn the knob and open the door, your demeanor changing upon seeing a familiar face.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Hitoshi smiles.

Your jaw drops when you see him standing on your porch. “Hitoshi…you’re on my porch. Oh my gosh, what’re you doing here?!”

“I came to see you.”

You step aside, letting him inside. “That’s so sweet! Come in, come in.”

Hitoshi takes his shoes off by the door and places a small bag on your coffee table, noticing Cookie Shake on the sofa. “Oh my goodness, my little man,” he coos, petting his fur. “Is Neo here?”

You point to the kitchen and giggle when Hitoshi walks over to Neo and gets cuddled the second she recognizes him. “Looks like she missed you.”

“i missed her too. So, how’re you doing?” Hitoshi asks, scratching under Neo’s chin.

“Much better. The nightmares are slowly going away.”

“Nightmares? What nightmares?”

You shrug and sit beside Cookie Shake, who sleeps peacefully. “About a month or so after the trial…I got these weird messages, and I had to go to the police about it. It stopped eventually but the thought of someone getting Tenk—ah , I mean Tomura out terrified me. That little voice in the back of my head saying, ‘He’ll come back for you. He always makes good on his promises.’ It freaked me out, Hitoshi,” you sigh. “Then I kept having this recuuring nightmare where I’d open the door and there he was soaking wet and dishelveled in his jumpsuit. He’d always have this crazed look in his eye. My feet would be stuck to the floor and I’d wake up just as he’d pull me out the door.”

Hitoshi walks over with Neo in his arms and lets the cuddly cat sit in his lap as he gently takes your hand. “I promise that as long as I’m here, you’ll always be safe. Even if that cracked face bastard somehow gets out, I’ll be here to protect you.”

You look at him, his slightly calloused hand gently cupping yours. “Hitoshi…” you mutter.

“You mean a lot to me,” he smiles, stroking your hand. “I don’t know how to put this exactly, so I’m sorry if this sounds cheesy or corny.”

“I won’t judge you. Just take your time and say what you need to say.”

Hitoshi takes a deep breath and nods. “Alright. I've been thinking a lot lately and want to get something off my chest. “The truth is, I have a crush on you. The more I get to know you, the stronger my feelings grow. You have this effortless charm and kindness that draws people in, and I find myself falling deeper with every passing day. These last few months we’ve spent together have been amazing. Seeing you and your fur babies have made my life even better because I got to have you in it.

“So, (Y/N), I'm putting my heart on the line here and asking if you'd be willing to go out with me?” he asks, giving you a kind yet nervous smile.

You let Hitoshi’s words sink in. ‘He likes me back…’ you think. You gently squeeze his hand and smile. “I’d love that.”

Hitoshi’s eyes widen. “Yo…you’re serious?”

You giggle at his reaction. “I had a crush on you too.”

Hitoshi laughs softly before pulling you into a hug. “Oh my God, I was so nervous you’d say no,” he mumbles into your scalp.

You hug him back and nestle into his shoulder. “I was nervous you’d say no when I finally mustered up the courage to confess,” you admit.

He pulls away and gently cups your face his touch sending shivers down their spine. “I could never say no to you.”

Their breaths mingled, warm and sweet, as they leaned in, their lips a mere whisper away. In that moment, time seemed to stand still. The world around them faded into the background, leaving the two bathed in the enchantment of their shared connection. As your lips met, melding together in a tender, passionate kiss, a symphony of emotions filled you—an explosion of longing, tenderness, and the sheer joy of having someone who truly loved you.

Once you pulled away, you pant softly. “Wow…” you mumble. “That was…”

“Yeah, amazing,” he chuckles, finishing your sentence.

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A/N: It took me a year but I finally finished this SMAU lmao. School kicked my ass and I had almost NO free time. Enjoy and stay on the lookout for the ending to my other SMAU and maybe something new

»Summary: Bikers weren’t necessarily a problem in your city, but to you, they were like the bubonic plague. After running into one of them, you had to ask yourself, are bikers really that much of a nuisance?

Ghost readers don’t get fed!

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eternal-mikrokosmos · 2 years

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Unfair Game pt. 15

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader 🤗✨

Warnings: swearing

Summary: YouTube is filled with creative people and collabs to bring more creativity. But when you want to try to collab with a particular tired youtuber, things get a little messy. Hopefully he doesn't regret it in the end.

Taglist: @cloudie-skay @yikes-buddy @im-seriously-in-love-with-you @daninaninani @sunshine-skz @bored--v @stillserene @krxstynnn @justhaikyuufan @rubyrubyruuu @anintrovertedecho @multifamdoms99 @softredrobin @mikasbloodbag @memeingcheetah27

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reidingandwriting · 9 days

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coming out > shouta aizawa (mha)

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: Aizawa & Daughter!Reader, Reader x Momo (not official,,, yet), mentions of EraserMic

Warnings: Like one or two curse words, anxiety about coming out, probably a little OOC characters but oh wellll. Mostly fluff, I love writing Dadzawa

A/N: This was a request from @wi-2006 I hope you enjoy it!

you fell to the ground with a pained thud, and you scowled as you stared up at the sky. “damn it,” you huffed as you sat up, and you rested on your knees.

“i’m so sorry! are you okay?” izuku held out a hand to you and you allowed him to pull you up before you dusted off the knees of your costume.

“‘m fine,” you brushed back a few strands of hair that had escaped from your ponytail before you got back into position. “i’m ready now.”

“need to focus, kid,” your dad’s voice called from a few yards away where he was helping hitoshi with his capture weapon. to anyone else, he appeared bored, bored of correcting your mistakes and calling out your lack of attention, but you recognized the concern in his voice. you knew he’d be talking to you later and you briefly considered faking sick to avoid the inevitable conversation. “try again, then take a break.”

you nodded as you turned towards izuku again, eyes narrowing as you focused. you had been sparring for what felt like hours at this point, and you wanted to perfect this new takedown. your close combat skills were usually your strength, but you couldn’t focus today.

izuku nodded briefly at you before he was off, and you quickly countered his first attack. the two of you continued to spar, each getting a fair amount of blows in before you finally saw the opening you needed. you jumped into action and when izuku was finally pinned, you leaned back against the ground and let out an ‘oof’ as your back hit the grass, your eyes screwed shut from the sun. you enjoyed the feeling of the sun for a minute, and a moment later, you heard shifting beside you. you squinted your eyes open and reached over, shoving at izuku’s arm as he sat beside you.

“you did good today,” you said and izuku smiled at you.

“thank you! you did, too.” a brief pause. “i asked mr. aizawa if we could go off campus and grab dinner for everyone, i think it’s shoto’s night to cook.” you shuddered at the thought and nodded.

“good idea.” you sat up. “let me get my gym bag and say bye and we can go.” izuku nodded and you stood up, and you walked over to grab your things. hitoshi was finishing his cooldown stretches, your dad watching from a few feet away. you walked up to him and butted your head against the back of his arm. you smiled as your dad’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and his hand ruffled your hair.

“good takedown,” your dad commented before he looked at you. “still coming home tonight?” you nodded, gnawing at your lip. you switched between your dorm with your class and your room in the teacher’s dorms; you loved your classmates but sometimes you needed a break from them. and your dad’s was the best place to get that break. you missed your old house, but you still have the cats and hizashi and your aunt nemuri are close, so it was still pretty nice.

“gonna do dinner, watch a movie, then head over,” you let your eyes flutter closed for a moment, enjoying the rare moment of peace with your dad. he briefly rested his head against your own before he patted your shoulder.

“should shower first, too. don’t need you stinking up the house,” a subtle smirk made its way to his face and you glared up at him.

“just for that, i’m not going to.” you stuck your tongue out at him, narrowly ducking from the stray edge of capture weapon that shot out at you. “rude!”

you exchanged goodbyes with your dad, called out a goodbye to shinsou, then jogged over to izuku. you and izuku walked off campus and you talked about classes, upcoming exams. you were texting the class groupchat about dinner orders when he asked a question that made you pause.

“you seemed really distracted today. is everything okay?” you and izuku were close, you and him quickly becoming friends, and you had the same friend group.

“i’m a little worried about my weekend with my dad,” you admitted after a minute, and izuku stayed quiet, having learned when to let you rant. “he knows something is bothering me and i’m worried about him asking me. i can’t lie to him, he’s my dad. but i’m also terrified of how he’ll react.” izuku stayed quiet for another moment, and you sighed. “i’m thinking about telling him.”

you could practically hear the gears turning in izuku’s head until it clicked. your crush on momo wasn’t glaringly obvious, but you had let it slip to some of your friends (izuku, hitoshi, and ochako). your entire friend group knew you were bisexual, hell you’re pretty sure your entire class did, but your dad didn’t know. and you didn’t know what was worse- telling him about it or him realizing you’ve been hiding it from him for so long. and you were scared. scared of how he’d react, scared if things would change.

“do you want to tell him?”

“yes. no. i don’t know? he can tell something is up and today just confirmed it. it never should’ve taken me that long to knock you on your ass. he’s gonna ask what’s bothering me and i just… i can’t lie to him if he asks me.” your phone vibrated and a quick glance left you smiling once you saw the text. “he’s bound to find out soon, and it would only be worse if he found out from someone else.”

izuku nodded, a sympathetic smile on his lips. “it’ll be scary, but i know you can do it. if you want any of us there with you, we’d all be happy to.”

“thanks, zuku. this is something i need to do myself, though. but if it goes bad, i may hide in your room after.” izuku wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, and you wrap your arm around him. “thank you.” no other words were said as you walked into the restaurant and the nervous pit in your stomach started to fade away a little.

dinner came and went, and now your class had spread out across the common room to watch some pre-quirk era movie about this hero that resembled a spider.

“sero! do you think you could-“ denki started and without looking away from the screen, you spoke.

“don’t even think about it,” you said and denki’s friends started laughing.

“okay, sensei,” denki huffed and you instinctively shot a glare at the blonde. denki yelped and hid behind hitoshi, who wrapped an arm around him.

“dude, she’s not actually aizawa, you don’t have to hide from her.” you rolled your eyes, an amused smirk on your lips.

“she looks just like him! look at that,” denki whined. living with aizawa, naturally you adopted his facial expressions and even his ‘teacher voice’ at times. denki would forever be haunted by the resemblance you had to your father when he had accidentally woken you up, your eyes might as well have been glowing with the glare you had given him.

“well he is my father,” you drawled and momo giggled from beside you, and you willed yourself to keep your expression calm.

the rest of the movie played out and you had started to fall asleep on the couch. you froze as you felt a blanket drape over you and someone lean down.

“goodnight,” momo whispered, her lips brushing against your cheek before she excused herself to bed. a minute later, you peeked an eye open and were grateful to see you were the last one in the common area. what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-

“coming to bed?” your dad’s voice startled you and you jumped off the couch. he raised an eyebrow at you and you nodded.

“sorry, yeah. just started falling asleep,” your dad’s gaze was disbelieving but he dropped it for now.

“have everything you need?” you felt for the phone in your pocket and nodded, and you tucked yourself into your dad’s side as you yawned. “let’s go.”

you woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and the faint hum of the television. you stretched and yawned as you sat up before you stood and walked to the living room. you were greeted by the sight of your dad, coffee mug in one hand and pen in the other as he graded papers.

“morning,” you greeted as you walked to the coffee maker and you poured yourself a mug. you took a seat beside your dad a minute later, and you looked down at the papers as you leaned against him. “how’d i do?”

“good as usual,” your dad turned to kiss your temple, and you smiled. a comfortable silence filled the room as you watched your dad grade, occasionally looking up at the TV screen. it was quiet, it was peaceful. and then your dad spoke again.

“i’ve noticed you’ve been a little in your head lately. distracted easily, not as focused as usual.” a brief pause. “is everything okay?” you swore your heart stopped and you set your mug down with a shaky breath. your dad set his pen down and turned to face you, his focus fully on you. “kid?”

“i’ve wanted to tell you, i-i was just worried you’d get mad.” you whispered and he frowned.

“well, you’re sitting here now so you haven’t been arrested.” the blunt statement shocked you and you couldn’t help but smile a bit. “i’m your teacher, so i’d know if you were expelled, suspended, or failing anything. none of your classmates ever come to me with any complaints about how you treat them. i don’t see what you could’ve done that would make me upset with you.”

“it’s nothing i did. it’s just… i don’t know how to explain it. just something i… discovered?” you could practically hear the gears in his head turning.

“is it about school?” you shook your head.

“do you remember the crush i had on hitoshi?” you decided to finally get to it and your stomach twisted and turned. he didn’t have his capture weapon on, you could realistically make it out the door before he could get it. you wouldn’t make it far, but you could make it to nemuri’s or hizashi’s. no, you needed to tell him. you could run away after.

your dad nodded. “didn’t that end a while ago? when he started liking someone else?” you nodded.

“i had never had a crush on anyone before hitoshi and when he told me he liked someone else, i was upset. i had my friends to help me through it, and i got close with one of them. i think i really like them, but…”

your dad stayed quiet, waiting to see if you’d continue talking or if he could talk. you took a deep breath before you looked your dad in the eyes. “i like momo.” you whispered. “i, i never liked another girl before and i didn’t know i could. then denki talked to me about it and said i could be bisexual? and i am. bi.”

the silence was deafening and you felt your hands start to shake. you wanted your dad to say something, anything, but you were scared of what he would say.

“have you asked her out yet?”

“i’m sorry, i’ll go back to the- wait, what?”

“why are you apologizing?” your dad asked and suddenly, his expression softening. “did you think i would react badly?” your vision immediately became blurry and your eyes began to burn. seconds later, you were pulled into your dad’s chest and you latched onto him. you sobbed against him, tears soaking through his shirt as he rubbed your back. “you’re happy, you’re healthy, you’re not hurting anyone. that’s all i could ever ask for,” another sob left you at his words and you shifted to look up at him.

one hand combed through your hair and the other cupped your cheek, thumbs wiping away stray tears. “i-i don’t know why, but i thought you’d be mad at me,” you whimpered and your dad shook his head.

“never. you can’t control who you love, it would be illogical to get mad over something you had no control over.” your dad leaned back against the couch, and you curled into his side. “besides, would be extremely irrational of me to get upset over you being bi since i’ve been dating hizashi for the last two months.” it took you a minute to process his words and you sat up.

“what?! you and hizashi?” your dad nodded, amused smile on his face and you stood up. “come on, get up. i need to go talk to him if you thought you two could date without telling me!” laughter filled the dorm and as you walked down the hall a minute later with your dad trailing behind, you couldn’t be happier. maybe now you could finally ask momo on a date.

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goldenhypen · 1 year

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HI EM!!! CONGRATS ON 4K FOLLOWERS!!🥳🥳🥳

i’d like to request idol!jungwon x idol!reader texts 🫨

take your time and congrats again 🤍🤍

hi anonnie !! thank you sm! i hope you enjoy this one, i had a lot of fun putting it tgt :)) thank you for requesting! <333

IDOL!JUNGWON TEXTS <3

pairing… idol!jungwon x idol!reader | genre… new friends to lovers?

a/n… as of when this was posted, requests for fake texts just opened recently! 👀 ,,,, and you can do with that info as you’d like 👀🫢 thanks for reading <3

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tetsupeach · 2 years

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please be 18+ and have an age in your bio before interacting(liking, reblogging, commenting) but know that reblogs are an important part of tumblr creation. it's meaningful in the algorithm even if you don't have a lot of followers, and it's meaningful to me. if you enjoy something, please reblog it.

one shots -

oh, baby - kiribaku x reader. brrrr breeding. art history 204 - kiribaku x reader. being paired with the sunny college football player for your project is your worst nightmare, that is, until you meet his boyfriend. study date - kiribaku x reader. your boyfriends make studying harder. three’s company - kiribaku x reader. you stumble into the wrong apartment, but Kirishima and Bakugou don't mind. green means go - bakugou x reader. Bakugou laughed when Midoriya asked him to fuck his girlfriend while he watched. he's not laughing anymore. surveillance - bakugou x reader x todoroki. when your fellow pro heroes find out you've never finished with a partner they decide to fix it. mafia kuroo - it’s what it sounds like/affectionate. ns/fw. something revolutionary- viking!bakugou x reader. bakugou gets what he wants. that includes you. summer storms - kirishima x reader hurt/comfort - atsumu x reader astronaut kuroo im i don’t like anyone better than you(it’s true) - ran, mikey, draken x reader, omegaverse the night we met - bakugou x reader divine right - prince shouto x reader play stupid games - bakugou, midoriya, shindou, shouto x reader. darlin’ darlin’ - mikey x reader, ran x reader

series -

fracture - haitani ran x reader , ch 1, ch 2 , ch 3, ch 4

drabbles -

first time you fall asleep in front of ushijima cellist kuroo forehead kiss atsumu hands hcs - tokyo rev alpha kuroo

games -

your old fwb finds out you and your bf broke up - gojou, terushima yuuji, sakusa kiyoomi fake texts - bakugou katsuki, nanami kento, midoriya izuku, kirishima eijirou smut prompts - shinsou hitoshi x reader, osamu miya x reader, dabi x reader, roommate!shinsou hitoshi x reader, bakugou x reader, mitsuya x reader, rindou x reader , bokuto x reader, kuroo x reader wip snippets - southern gent kiri, draken snippet

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noasiahatesyou · 2 months

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UPDATE SOMEONE FOUND IT FOR ME. I LOVE YOU 😭❤️

ERM !! i kinda need help finding a fanfic.. 🙏🏻I read it back in like.. late 2022 to early 2023 ??? IDK !!

This fanfic was a Shinsou x Reader (Smau, Streamer AU). I can't remember what the name of the fanfic was, but i do know that y/n's streamer name was "peaches/peachy" or something, and shinou didn't like her at all (?) because he thought she had a fake personality yk like an egirl ?? and his fans started attacking her and so her fans starting rebuttaling against his fans and she told her fans to stop and then she texted sinsou and apologized to him about her fans and he was mean to her about it i think.. 🧍‍♂️

OH, AND SHE SANG TOO I THINK.

THAT'S ALL I REMEMBER THOUGH AND I DONT KNOW IF THE AUTHOR PRIVITED/DELETED IT ?? OR THEY JUST DELETED THEIR WHOLE ACC ALL TOGETHER BECAUSE I CAN'T SEEM TO FIND IT ?? it was kinda like the fanfic "Gods favorite" (another shinsou x reader smau) pls let me know if you found it..😞

#fanfic finder #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #y/n #please im begging #im being fr #dear god #shinsou smau #shinso smau #smau #mha #mha x reader

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stupendousgardenunknown · 2 years

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Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x f!reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: cheating, extramarital affair, mentions of drug use, sexting

Notes: All characters are aged up. Silicon Valley!AU

Chapter 11: The Effort it Costs

Regardless of the bummer that was Shinsou not being able to join you on your trip to New York, you try to have a fun time. You text him photos, and even send a few risque ones from the hotel bathroom. It’s a dark photo, overcome with shadows and slivers of exposed skin, your hair messy atop of your head and the strap of your nightgown fallen over your shoulder and leading the eye to the soft lines of your bust.

Once you send it, it’s immediately opened and the ellipses in Instagram messenger also seems to be jumping with joy from Shinsou.

“You’re going to be the death of me, doll.” He writes and you’re grinning ear to ear as you slip the other strap off and angle the camera to get a slight view of your exposed back and you lift the hem of your gown to expose just a bit of your thigh. You can't remember the last time you played this game. Albert was a somewhat reserved man, he only knew the extent of technology as it pertained to his job, and then his job as a high ranking attorney had him permanently afraid of anything he did being “on record”. So he avoided sexting altogether- which you didn't mind at the time when you were being bombarded by “nudes?”. You thought it was mature of him. Wise. Finally a man who didn’t care for nudes or sexy photos, but someone who was stimulated by your mind.

God you were so young and dumb.

“Rest in Peace.” You type back as you send the second photo and again, it’s immediately opened.

…

You’re repacking your suitcase and decide that either way, it was still a nice trip. Seeing some old friends, being alone in your own thoughts- you realized you’ve spent a majority of your life belonging to others. Belonging to your mother, belonging to your husband. The budding affair with Shinsou aside, this seems to be a new chapter in your life. With all the realizations since your birthday, you close your suitcase with a huff.

Shinsou said to make up for not attending the trip with you that he would pick you up from the airport and take you on a staycation retreat.

The plane ride was fine, aside from the inevitable baby crying on board you actually manage to take a quick nap, dreaming about all the things you want to do to Shinsou once you see him again. To thank him for the mini-vacation away from everything, no matter how unintended it was.

When you step outside the gate, your eyes are immediately looking for Shinsou’s signature purple hair- it’s difficult to miss after all, a bright smile already forming on your face- threatening to split your face into two. You couldn’t wait to hug him, kiss him- to do everything. But your blood freezes in your veins when you see your husband’s wispy hair and clueless grin instead.

“Hey honey!” He waves, his arms spreading open in preparation for either you to go running into his arms or for him to rush forward to embrace you. This wasn’t correct. Maybe you were still asleep, and any moment you will awake to find yourself being bombarded with “Did you want a soda or water? Maybe another beverage?” by the stewardess. But no, you were here, being brushed past by other passengers and your husband here waiting for you. In the nearly ten years of marriage, Albert has never come to pick you up from the airport. It was always a junior lawyer that was way too eager to please, always a car ordered or even an Uber. Never him in the flesh. You fake a smile, as if you’re happy to see him as well.

“Albert!” You’re mentally kicking yourself as your voice is raised by a few octaves- the tell-tale sign someone is lying- but praying he won’t pick up on the palpable blunder you made. Your eyes quickly flick over to the crowd and you do find a head of faded purple hair, you figure it’s been a little too long between erratic dye-jobs. His face is full of something you can’t quite discern, it’s not disappointment, not sadness… but something more viscerally pained. You want to mouth a “sorry” to him, with those dark eyes trained on you- but you remember that your husband’s eyes are also on you.

“I’ve missed you!” You shuffle over to your husband, trying your best to not look too distracted. He returns the hug, hands patting you in the back as if you were an old friend and not his wife of nearly ten years and made sacred vows to value and cherish for as long as he lived. He sucks on his teeth and separates from you, gesturing over to Shinsou who looks like someone pissed in his cereal.

“Your friend is here! Isn’t that crazy? I guess he has a friend returning from a trip as well.” You swallow hard and you start to feel sweat pool on your lower back and pits.

“Yeah!” You say a little too long, “Crazy!” You practically sing. Shinsou takes this as an invitation to walk over and he smiles down at you but you can tell his heart isn’t in it. After a beat. He shrugs over to the line of people still exiting the plane.

“They must be at the very back of the plane.” He mumbles, and pretends to be a little frustrated. Albert laughs, even though there wasn’t a joke and pats Shinsou’s back.

“That’s why I always pay for my darling to get first class!�� He brags, and you’re pretty sure you can see flames ignite behind Shinsou’s eyes. Albert pays so little attention to you that he didn’t even realize that the plane tickets didn’t even come from his bank account. Albert’s phone rings and when he looks down to check the caller ID, you take the chance to mouth a “sorry” over to the purple haired man. Shinsou shakes his head in response, telling you that it’s “okay” but you know that it’s not. This wasn’t what either of you expected and you couldn’t help but to feel guilty. Your about-to-be lover arrived to pick you up from a trip that you had planned to go on together, but your husband had decided to come instead. You know, as good, loving husbands do. It was like some sick joke the God’s had decided to play on you, throwing every possible curve ball as if to tell you to not do this.

“Yeah?” Albert says loudly, and he sounds out of breath as he holds up a finger to you even though you weren’t saying anything to him. “Gotta take this.” He says and promptly walks away, your eyes following him for a moment before taking another step towards Shinsou.

“I’m sorry.” You say, verbalizing it this time. Shinsou bites his lip, and takes another step towards you. He has to physically resist the urge to hug you closer. The last time he had to share you with your husband was at your birthday party, when he immediately fell head over heels in love with you but before he knew what you tasted like. What you really smelled like. How your heart raced when his hands were on your thighs. If he wanted you before, he’s absolutely dying for you now.

“No it’s-” He rubs the back of his neck. “It’s not your fault. It’s not like you asked him.” Realization dawns on him.

“Did you?” He asks.

“No!” You answer a little too quickly and step closer to the taller man in order to get out of the way of a reuniting family. It was good to see a husband and wife who were genuinely excited to see each other.

“I-, uh.” Shinsou stumbles. “I still have our reservations. At the Nobu. I have it for the whole weekend.” He stops and nods to you. “Come see me?” There’s an earnestness in his eyes. Pleading you. Your mouth opens to say “Yes”, more fervently that you had even said “yes”, even when your husband had asked you to marry him. But before you can answer, you feel an all-too-familiar hand settle on your shoulder blade.

“Sorry about that darling, client’s just a little nervous about his case-” He looks up at Shinsou to say something- probably another joke that won't land well before Shinsou reaches over to shake Albert’s hand, a fox-like smile on his face.

“Ah, I’m such a dumb ass sometimes. My friend’s flight is a different one. I’m here too early.” He lies, but Albert looks genuinely shocked.

“Oh! Well you’re still a good friend, coming early to pick them up!” He chuckles a little, trying to stay social. Shinsou’s fake smile settles slightly, and he’s looking directly at you.

“Oh, I’m one of their best friends.”

…

The drive home is relatively quiet, Albert is focusing on the road and trying to send a text to his assistant.

“Do… you want help?” You offer, and Albert tries to type out another word, nearly swerves before grunting and giving up.

“Yes, please. Just text her that I’ll get on it as soon as I’m home.” You blink a few times but write it out exactly as he says, sending it off with a loud “swoosh”.

“Thank you darling,” He says and focuses on the road. You decide to ask him the question that's been nagging at you since you saw him.

“So what made you come pick me up? You’ve never done that before.” You laugh softly, trying to make it seem like you enjoyed the gesture instead of viewing it as the inconvenience that it was. The cars on the road are passing by you, and you try to make a little game to see how much of their license plates you can remember. The furthest you get on one is “KJL90” before you forget the rest of it after around a minute.

“Yes well,” Your husband turns his right blinker on so you don’t miss your exit. That is one thing you appreciate about him- he obeys traffic laws and courtesies.

“There’s a lot of things I don’t do, but I want to start.” Oh no, you think. Is he going to try to be a good husband now? Is it already happening? God- that would make you even a worse person wouldn’t it? Cheating on your husband who pays for your lifestyle- and he’s actually trying? Your excuse of him ignoring you was razor thin as it was, but now a husband who would pay attention to you? You look at him incredulously.

“Besides,” He says, and you hold your breath- waiting for his next words and actually hoping it disappoints you like he usually does. “I’m going to be leaving the states tomorrow, so I wanted to spend a nice evening before I leave.”

Bingo.

“Oh, honey,” You fake a pout. “You’re leaving? I just got back home.” To add to your performance, you reach out and hold his hand like you’re physically begging him to not leave. Albert offers a pout back to mirror yours.

“I know, I know,” He drags his hand from under yours and resets it atop, a small show of dominance. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, you want to pick the movie tonight?”

…

Once you’re home you don’t bother to unpack just yet, but you see some of Albert’s luggage by the door, ready to go for an afternoon flight. He says his flight is at two, and so he would need to be at the airport by twelve-thirty, since he has TSA pre-check. But that means he has to leave the house by at least ten-thirty so he can make sure to beat traffic. Which means he has to be up by nine-thirty, which means you can pick a two hour movie if you please before he has to start settling in for bed.

“I’m allowed to pick anything?” You quirk a brow over to your husband, you hand on the remote and browse through Amazon Prime since- Netflix and Hulu has been dicey as of late. Albert takes a moment, reading an email quickly before closing his phone and lacing his fingers together.

“Yup.” He says, setting his reading glasses to the end table. You hated when he did that, he looked like a Victorian man settling in for bed and it made him look ten times older than he was. Regardless, you bite your lip and try to decide if you want to try something new or stick with something you know you’ll like. Pausing on a title, you’re almost surprised to see it. Albert takes notice and looks up.

“Isn’t that that movie you wanted to see a few months ago?” He asks, squinting in a way that would have had you saying “If you can’t see- put on your glasses!” You look at him for a moment, turning back to look at the TV screen. It was. You had insisted on seeing it with Albert, a way to spend time with him, a bid for his attention that he never accepted. Pushing you off because he had work to do, as he claimed. It’s been released to streaming services and you didn’t even notice. Your life is passing you by while you wait for a man. That one scene from Sex and the City, comes to mind. That one part in the movie where Samantha is outraged at her boyfriend who arrives late from work on Valentine’s day and she insists that she is not the kind of woman to wait around for a man. All while she’s practically naked and throwing raw fish at said boyfriend.

“Yeah,” You state, clicking on the movie title and skipping right over to the “Are you sure you wish to purchase this?” screen. Of course you want to purchase it for $21.99 for the ultra-HD version.

“What’s this movie about?” Albert asks, his way of saying you’re moving too fast. The opening scenes start, all the small clips showing which companies were smart enough to invest in this production as you set the remote aside and settle into your spot on the couch.

“You’ll see.” You say, a small smile forming on your face. Trying something new, it is.

…

Shinsou should have known better. Did this kind of heartbreak come with the territory? Of trying to court; date- a married woman? He sighs as he enters the hotel room, the lights are low and warm and welcoming as he starts to undress himself. It’s a welcomed change of pace, coming from his few days spent with Denki and then the whole fiasco at the airport with you.

He’s not sure what it is, he knows he can’t act smug around your husband. Even though he wants to, a small primal part of him knows something your husband doesn’t. Has a claim over something your husband doesn’t- how much he doesn’t deserve you. How lucky he doesn’t realize he is-... or does he? After all- why show up to the airport and play the part of the attentive husband after all this time? Maybe he’s reminded of what a gem and a catch you are and decides to show up every once in a while just to show you he cares and keeps you hooked. Will you fall for it? You’ve stuck by him for nearly ten years, it’s worked this long. Maybe he waited too long between attempts and that’s what led you to Shinsou to begin with.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he knows he’s tense. Seeing your husband is much different than hearing his bored voice every so often. He’s reminded of what this all is. An affair, a sin against God and the vows you made to Albert years ago. Maybe you’ll be spooked, too spooked to see him, and that scares him more than any kind of consequence of being the other man could possibly be.

God- is this what it’s like? To be the other party? The outsider? The interloper? Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt about Jackie Kennedy when she sang the sultry Happy Birthday number to JFK? How Angelina felt when she fell in love with Brad Pitt on set? The bed is nicer than he expects, it’s plush but firm. Holding his weight as he plops down, his face held between his hands as he focuses on the ground.

He groans out of frustration as his fingers curl against his scalp, really, really trying to think if this is what his Dad’s had in mind for him. He turns suddenly, standing and walking over to his bag and grabbing his handy dandy emergency weed kit. Sure, he could buy one of the weed pens, but that’s not quite the same. As he delicately breaks apart the bud and sections it off into the grinder he knows he enjoys this little ritual. A vape pen takes away the process, the routine, being hands on- the excitement of knowing you’re about to enjoy some good shit.

Stuffing the weed into the little glass pipe he’s surprised he hasn’t broken yet, Shinsou’s eyes divert over to the small sign on the back of the hotel door that warns against smoking. Shrugging, he proceeds to light up. He’ll just pay the fine. Why not? The first inhale he holds it for a bit, making a small show of pressing his lips together as he sets the lighter down and leans over to open the balcony door.

There’s a small breeze, sounds of neighbors’ conversations as they also enjoy the night air and some distant traffic and the symphony of crickets. Exhale. He wonders what you’re doing as he sucks in another lungful of smoke and lets it sit, his arms resting against his splayed legs. Are you thinking of him? Inhale. Are you sleeping? Exhale. Are you in the same bed with him? He’s not sure if he has a right to be jealous of your husband- after all you’re not married to Shinsou. Unfortunately. He catches sight of himself in the mirror near the bathroom and he’s ashamed to say he looks a little pathetic. Sitting in this hotel room. Alone. Smoking. Alone. Hoping you will join him. A married woman.

He’s not proud of what he does next.

…

The ringing of your phone rattles you from your sleep. Eyes not even open, you move to grab your phone- suddenly awake when you see the caller I.D.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Before your brain can comprehend it, your husband shifts next to you.

“Honey…” He mumbles, a way of telling you “This is interrupting my sleep, take care of it.” You quickly sit, quietly moaning at the cold air pricking at your bare skin and struggling to move your muscles as fast as your mind wants them to.

“Ahh…” You moan, glancing back to make sure your husband doesn’t see who’s calling and detaching your phone from its' charger and almost run into the bathroom, making sure to shut the door behind you.

“Shinsou-!” You gasp into the phone, holding it to your ear like your life depends on it. You look at yourself in the mirror and you look crazed- but you did just wake up. Hell- you didn’t even bother to see what time it was.

“I needed to talk to you.” He sounds raspy. High.

“O-Okay.” You say, leaning against the cold quartz of your bathroom counter, squared to the door in case your husband decided to come check on you. You can hear Shinsou sucking in a breath.

“Are you coming to see me?” He asks, louder but not because he’s raised his voice. Like he’s leaning into the phone as close as he can possibly get. He’s calling about this? Now? Your eyes focus on the door as you try to shield the noise from your phone, heart suddenly racing.

“Sh-”

He says your name, breathlessly and then silence. It breaks your heart to hear him like this.

“Yes, Shin, I will.” Eyes still on the door, you move closer to the tub.

“He…” You try to lower your voice to where Shinsou can still hear you, but Albert can’t. “He leaves tomorrow. I can come right after.” There's silence, and it fills you with dread. Did he hear you? Will you have to be louder? It’s maybe a few seconds, it feels like minutes- hours inside this cold bathroom. Shinsou must have been satisfied with your answer, because he exhales a long breath and finally says, “Okay.” Your teeth lightly nibble on your bottom lip, finding a little piece of dry skin and resisting the urge to rip it off.

“Okay.” You say to him, feeling yourself lean towards the phone.

“I’m sorry,” He says, sounding a little sheepish all of a sudden. “I… I hate this.” He says and you suck your teeth, wanting to sympathize with him.

“I know.” You comfort him. “I know, I hate it too. But… this is how it has to be.” You muster out. If you hadn’t been foolish nearly ten years ago, this would be a lot easier. You could be there with him now. You wait another beat before adding, “But I’ll be there. Count it even for you, making me go to New York alone and all.” You smirk, teasing him. This earns a small laugh from Shinsou and he groans again.

“I can’t wait to see you. It’s been too long.” He says.

“Me too. Good night. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” You say apologetically. Shinsou hums in response before you face the phone and hang up. You make your way to the door, creaking it open slightly to see if your husband is awake in any sort of way, heart going a million miles a minute. He’s not. He’s laying in the exact same position you left him in, chest slowly rising and falling with each long breath. Rubbing your eyes, you click the light off and make your way back to bed. Although, you’re not quite sure if you can fall back asleep.

…

“Alright- well, here’s me.” Albert says, stretching to reach into the backseat and grab his carry-on. You brake to a stop, trying to get as close to the curb as possible and make a quick effort of putting your hazards on.

“Your breaks sound a little squeaky- you might want to get that checked, honey.” He says, opening the door and motioning for you to open the trunk- which you do.

“I’ll schedule that for next week.” You assure him, trying to make a mental note to remember to do that, although it was hard enough to remember to bring it to the dealership just for the oil change. Shinsou hasn’t texted you since his strange phone call early this morning- you’re assuming he’s still asleep- but Jesus is Albert moving slower than molasses.

“You need any help?” You ask loudly, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. Albert is moving a suitcase onto the sidewalk as he clicks the trunk of your car shut and it sings its’ little melody alerting anyone and everyone “move away from the trunk or you may lose a hand.” Albert grunts before making his way back over to the passenger door, leaning in slightly.

“No- I’m good. Alright, I’ll see you.” He says, pressing a knee into the seat he leans over the console and you instinctively give him a kiss.

“Have a safe flight.” You say with a smile, and he doesn’t acknowledge it as he shuts the door.

…

You head straight home to fetch your small weekender bag, nothing crazy. Filled with some toiletries, jeans, a few basic tops and pajamas. You even blush a little and throw a pair of lingerie in there, heart racing

You: On my way 🤗

Almost immediately your message is read, and your eyes are fixated on your small device as you’re making sure your front door is locked.

Shinsou: I await your arrival 😌

With a smirk you start your car.

…

The hotel was nearly forty minutes from your house, nearly fifty with traffic. Either way, even if your husband decided to come home suddenly, you know you would be able to beat him home and pretend you weren’t meeting with another man in a hotel room.

You’re greeted at the door, an offer to carry your (one) bag, which you decline but to take them up on some spa water which you happily sip on. Shinsou texts you the room number and you’re shifted on your feet in the mirrored elevator. Nervously, your pick at your hair, trying to figure out which way to set it that would make you look the sexiest. Tousled, like you just got out of bed? Sexily. Straight and flat on your head like you’re the put together wife, about to embark on a journey that will change her life forever? The floor is rapidly approaching, and your face is reddening the more you simply can’t decide.

It dings, doors opening slowly as you settle for tousled. The hallways are covered in an earthy tan carpet, and the art that is hung on the walls are rather plain. You figure it’s because people who stay here are trying to avoid thinking too much, the stress of their everyday life. They certainly don’t want anything too stimulating on their way to a spa treatment. Glancing between your phone and the door numbers, you feel like you’re sneaking around. Well, technically you already are, but the small fear that someone you know may exit a room here and recognize you- is making your the kind of nervous where you feel like your bladder is about to explode.

412

You stare at it, check, and then double check. Triple-check for good measure and finally knock on the door. It’s soft, hesitant. There’s a millisecond after you knock that you resist the urge to run back to the elevator. Pretend like you were never here.

But the door opens, and sleepy eyes greet you and suddenly you remember why you came.

Shinsou. Him. He’s the reason for this insanity that has possessed you. Shinsou smiles at you, and opens the door fully. He’s wearing a thin white shirt, and those signature sweatpants he seems to enjoy so much. Taut muscles visible underneath his shirt and it must be cold since his nipples are already standing in attention.

“Hey,” He says and ushers you in, quickly checking the hallway to make sure nobody sees.

“Sorry- I came as soon as I could.” You say, taking a moment to fix your hair yet again. Shinsou shuts the door carefully before turning around, back pressed against the door and smirking down at you.

“I’m glad you did.” He says, eyes hungry and he looks like he could devour you whole. But, you feel, he already has.

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