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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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Mi campeón (Julián Álvarez x Reader)

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"Wake up", said your classmate, laughing at the faces you were making trying not to fall asleep.

You had been trying to pay attention all morning, but it was hard when you had barely been able to get any sleep the previous night. After the semifinal win for Argentina, in which your boyfriend Julián scored a brace, the adrenaline in your body made it impossible to fall asleep. And you also spent two hours on facetime with him once he was back in the hotel.

Because of university, you knew you couldn't go to Qatar from the beginning of the tournament but you really hoped to be there for the final if the team reached it. It was then that you were told there were visa problems that made it impossible for you to travel over there. The disappointment was hard to hide but you did your best. Julián had enough to worry about.

"Good luck", you heard your professor say when you walked past him on your way out of the classroom.

"Excuse me?"

"For the final", he added, pointing at the Argentina shirt you were wearing.

"Right. Thank you. We'll need it".

"I'm sure the little man will work his magic and get the cup. See you next year".

"See you then".

Not being able to go to Qatar meant you were travelling to Argentina a week earlier than you would have on a normal uni year. The team was going to travel there anyways and both you and Julián had plans to spend Christmas with your families in your hometown.

The two of you had known each other since you were babies. Born two months apart and being neighbours your entire life, even though you hated each other when you were kids. Everyone could tell the change in your relationship once you got a bit older and it was a couple of years ago that you proved their theories right by starting to date.

Now you have followed him to Manchester but not to Qatar. The last time you were away from each for so long was probably ten years ago. But the wait was almost over now. You were going to see him in a couple of days.

"Another penalty?"

Your family house erupted with all types of colourful insults dedicated to the referee who had just given another penalty to France, which meant they equalized again and the match was ending in a penalty shootout.

Julián had already been taken off, so that meant he wasn't going to take any penalties. A part of you was glad, even if you always trusted him to score it. But the thought of him missing it and getting abuse from people broke your heart. And he'd also blame himself after a great tournament, forgetting every good performance he had before. So maybe it was for the best he was on the bench right now. Even if you knew he wouldn't be happy about it.

It only took a couple of minutes for the penalty shootout to be over, but to the entire country, it felt like it lasted several hours. But they had done it! Argentina were the world champions! Your boyfriend was a world champion. It was hard to believe. It seemed it was only two days ago that you were playing with him and all the other kids in your neighbourhood after school. And now there he was, champion of the world. It wasn't the first trophy he had won but it was the biggest he could ever win.

Even though you knew he wasn't going to get access to his phone for a while, you immediately sent him a text congratulating him and telling him how proud you were and how much you loved him. He always read your messages first even if he had to scroll down to find them because you were always the first one to text.

Your family decided to go out and join everyone celebrating on the streets but they couldn't convince you to go out as well. You wanted to be away from the noise when Julián called you.

When you heard the ringtone, you sprinted from the kitchen to the sofa to get the phone.

"Hi! Oh my God, you won! I'm so proud. I love you so much. Look at that medal! I can't believe you are a world champion. Can you believe it?"

He just laughed at how you couldn't stop talking. That was what you always did when you were nervous or very excited about something. And while he found it adorable, he knew he had to wait until you were done before he could say a word.

"And Leo winning the world cup now…he's just the best. Well, second best. You are the best. You should hear what people are saying about you in England. Everyone is praising you. It's so nice they finally could see how good you are".

After that, you took some deep breaths signalling you were done with your monologue and Julián just said a simple te amo before telling you all about the match and parading the phone around the dressing room so you could congratulate everyone.

"I gotta go. We'll continue the celebrations in the hotel. See you tomorrow. Finally!"

"Yes. Finally", you said, rolling your eyes and making him laugh. "Te amo, mi campeón" (I love you, my champion).

"I love you more".

Between the jet lag and the anticipation of Julián being back in a couple of hours, you couldn’t sleep at all. So you decided to go back to a habit you had at the beginning of your relationship and that you didn't get to do as often nowadays. You took a piece of paper and wrote him a letter. Most of the time, you just wrote about random things. Someone you saw on the street and that made you laugh or the exam you had to do that week. But the longer letters were those where you poured your heart out to him. This time, it was going to be a very long letter.

After a quick breakfast, it was time to go meet the team. They had planned on seeing their families briefly and then going to the huge parade that was taking place in their honour. The entire city was full of Argentinians waiting to see their heroes.

You only had one hero that you needed to see, but when he finally appeared, you couldn’t move. It was the weirdest sensation and something that had never happened to you before. But you just stared at him while the rest of the family kept running in his direction.

Julián was looking around trying to find you and when he finally spotted you, it was his big smile that finally made you move and run to hug him.

"I missed you", he whispered.

"God. I missed you more".

People kept bumping into you two while moving around the very crowded room, but you didn’t care. You could have stayed like that forever.

"Do I have to go to the parade?"

"No", you said, laughing. "You have to stay with me and never leave again".

"As much as I would love to do that", he said, pressing his forehead to yours, "I still need to leave. I can't say it won't take long but after I'm back I'm not separating from you for longer than 5 minutes every day".

"Okay".

After a long kiss that felt too short for both of you, he was taken back with the rest of the team. But the good thing was that now that you had seen him, you could join in the celebrations.

"I can barely stand", said your mum when you finally sat down after hours of dancing and singing.

"Same".

"Is Julián going to meet us soon?"

You looked down at your watch. "Soon-ish. If they can escape the crowd".

You both laughed at that, thinking about how the bus could barely move because of how many people were there.

"There they are!", said your dad, pointing at the group of players approaching.

It didn't take Julian long to get to where you were all waiting. He lifted you in his arms and started to spin you around, making you laugh.

"Stop! I'm going to be dizzy!"

"I already am dizzy with happiness and love", he said, making you laugh again.

"And drunk".

"I only had a beer".

"Then you are really cheesy", you said, giving his lips another peck.

"Says miss love letters", he taunted you. He loved your letters but also loved teasing you about them.

"Speaking of that", you said, opening your bag to get the one you had written to him this morning.

"Should I wait to read it?"

"It's long, so better save it for when we aren't surrounded by so many people".

When he was about to give you another kiss, someone tapped him on the shoulder to ask for a photo. Great, more fans had gotten inside what was supposed to be the private area.

"It's ok", you told him when he looked at you, a question on his face, "take the photos. I'll wait".

Once people saw one of the players taking photos with fans, they all thought they could get one. It was then you started to notice people pushing you so they could get to Julián and to other players.

"Be careful!", you said to someone who pushed you so hard, he almost made you fall.

"Shut up", was his only response.

You were about to tell him a couple of things when you saw Julián noticing what was going on.

"Hey! That's no way to talk to her. Apologize right now".

When the man heard Julián's words, he turned red. His embarrassment was punishment enough but he turned back to apologize to you.

Julián ignored everyone else so he could get closer to you.

"You ok?"

"Yes. It's just too many people in such a small place and you know how much everyone's been drinking too".

"Let's go", he said, grabbing your hand and leading you to where the cars were.

"We don't have to leave yet", you complained. You didn't want him to cut the celebrations short because of you.

"I want to. Really. I rather spend time with you than stay here", he said, caressing your cheek.

"Ok then".

Back home, he was getting the same amount of attention but from family members this time. Even though Julián never stopped holding your hand and moving you closer to him, he had to pay attention to at least 10 people at the same time. It looked like they were taking turns.

"Finally!", he said, falling down into your bed while you closed the door.

"How tired are you exactly?", you asked, laying down next to him and putting your head on his chest.

"Exhausted. But I don't want to sleep".

"What?", you laughed. That didn't make sense.

"I want to stay awake and spend all my time with you. I can't believe we survived a whole month away from each other".

"I know", you agreed, closing your eyes and holding him tighter.

After a couple of minutes, you remembered your mum was making some mate and asked Julián if he wanted some. When he said yes, you went to the kitchen to get it.

He sat up in the bed and remembered that you had given him a letter earlier, which he still hadn't read. So that's what he did while waiting for you to be back with the drinks.

"My love, telling you that I missed you would be an understatement. But the pride I've felt this whole month made everything more bearable.

I've been thinking back to the times when we played in the park with our friends. How you were always teasing me and how I told my parents you hit me with the ball on purpose, when it was actually me hitting you. I remember the day we confessed our feelings to each other, when you told me all the teasing was you trying to get my attention because you already liked me. And then I had to tell you that I was doing the same…but in a more aggressive way.

I love that we still are those silly teens. I love that we are not afraid of making fun of each other because we know it all comes from a place of love. Even if some people don't understand it. Like your new teammates. They probably think we are really weird in Argentina.

We once said we'd be together every step of the way while we make our dreams come true. That's why I moved to Manchester with you. That's why I felt guilty for not being able to be with you during this World Cup, but didn't want to tell you so you wouldn't feel bad. I never wanted to be a distraction. But I felt guilty. I can finally say it. And I felt so sad when I realised I wouldn't be there when you won the tournament. I guess you'll have to win it again to compensate for it.

But the biggest thing that this month away from you has shown me is that I never want to experience this again. I never want to be away from you again. I want to spend every day of my life with you…".

You got back to the room before he finished reading the letter but he had read enough. He got up from the bed and took the drinks from your hands so he could put them on the table.

"What?"

But he didn't let you say more. He kissed you, holding your face gently, as if you were made of glass.

"Me too", he said, smiling.

"You too what?"

"The letter. I want that too. I want to spend every day, every second, with you".

"Good, because I wasn't going to take no for an answer".

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callmewrinkles3 · 11 months

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Fresh Ink

Summary: Dan decides to get a new tattoo that Em has inspired. She decides to be a little more spontaneous.

A/N: we don’t have a full oneshot, so have a lil drabble we’ve been keeping close to our chests!

August 2018

In the short time she’d spent with Dan, Em learned to not be surprised by the weird ways their days could go. From sitting on the couch for a lazy day, to being surprised with a trip to see the Reputation tour, anything could and did happen. Which was why she wasn’t surprised when she got a text from Dan saying he was going to get a new tattoo and wanted her to come with him. Daniel “I’ll just get a big one and then no more” Ricciardo getting a tattoo wasn’t a new thing and she loved the ink already on his body and the differences in the artwork they both had. But what did surprise her was what he was getting.

A couple of weeks before she’d sent him a text before a race. She was up watching and it had been a shitty practice and qualifying, the car kept failing on him. Her little Shine on, Handsome, text was supposed to just make him smile. She didn’t want to call and distract him, or wish him luck make him think his performance was what she cared about. She didn’t expect his little heart emoji response to make her grin and giggle like a kid. But her Sky Sports subscription was on the telly and she watched with rapt attention until he had yet another DNF and she wanted to throw something at the stupid car that kept failing him.

But they never mentioned the text after that. Not that Sunday night when he arrived at her front door with flowers and his suitcase. Not the next day when he kissed her goodbye before going to the sim and coming back to her that night. It was too easy to spend time together.

But he’d come back early from his summer break to spend time with her and had dragged her to a fancy tattoo shop in the middle of London to show her the perfectly printed font for her text. The “shine on” that was going onto his bicep where everyone could see it and she felt stupidly proud of it. He’d just asked if she wanted to be there while he got a new one and surprised her when they got to the shop. If he hadn’t mentioned that he knew the owner the tears might have come out in pride but she held them back.

“You are actually insane, you know that. Right?”

“I drive a car hundreds of kilometres an hour every single week. We knew that.” He grinned and gave her a shrug as the rest of his answer.

They were waiting for the tattoo artist to finish setting up as she looked in the glass showcase of piercings. The only ones she had were the gold studs in her earlobes. She’d had them since she was a kid and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually changed the studs in them. She just liked looking at shiny things and ended up staring at a tiny little nose stud with a small opal on it. The colours hit it and showed the iridescent sheen and she loved looking at it while Dan was talking to someone she didn’t know. At least he was until an arm went around her shoulder and his lips were against her temple.

“Find something you like? Cause I just found someone I really like.” He smiled against her ear, whispering lowly so only she could hear. “Gonna get a new one? You’d look cute with a tragus, or maybe something in your upper cartilage.”

“Nah, not really. Besides I don’t even want to know how much one of those cost here.” It was only half a joke as she glanced up at Dan and then back to the accessories.

“Did you plan to get a new one? You’ve loads of space in your ears for whatever you want.”

“Ha, no, I’m too cool for that now. I mean I always wanted to get my nose pierced. Mum would have killed me if I did it when I was younger and now I’m too old for it.” Her mother’s words echoed around her head that she’d look like a cow with a ring in her nose, how would anyone ever want to marry her with it? She shook her head a little to try get it away from her.

“You just turned 28. I’m barely 29. Are you calling us old?” It was mostly a joke.

“Definitely.”

“Meanie.” He squeezed her shoulder to soften the word. “But you should get it. You’d look really good with a nostril piercing. A little gold hoop would be cute and match the rest of your jewellery.”

“What if I don’t like it?” That knot of anxiety bubbled up a little.

“You take it out and let it heal over. It’ll leave a tiny mark that nobody will see. The only person who gets close enough to see something like that is me, and I won’t care about it.”

“Who told you that you’re the only one who gets that close?” It was said jokingly but she saw how he stiffened slightly.

“Hey!”

“I’m joking!” He was still tense and she squeezed his arm. “I’m joking, Danny. You really think it’ll suit me?”

“You’re gorgeous anyway but it’ll look good on you. Plus, there’s one there with a shiny lavender opal so I call it destiny.” He pointed at the exact one she was looking at.

“And I’m calling you a bad influence.”

“I’m a bad influence who’ll hold your hand when the needle gets close to your face. Sound good?”

“And I’ll hold your hand when you’re getting your tattoo?”

“See, teamwork.” He turned around and called someone over. “Em wants to get her nose pierced, do you have space?”

She grinned and started filling out the paperwork, signing it and picking out the temporary jewellery while it healed. And true to his word, Dan held her hand for the entire time.

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theboywithburninghands · 1 month

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So I finally got it done, yet another Funnybunny piece. the longest one I think. But I have to confess that this one is a little bit lighter on the romance, since I worry a bit about the formula getting stale. But the upside to this is that I actually got to include all six performers this time. This one is more of my own personal headcanons about what kind of music the cast enjoys, but the Funnybunny enthusiasts will get your food if you pay attention throughout and stick around 'til the end. Also it's semi-interactive; there's a ton of links to outside media in the text, and it's all links to music. If a line is underlined, it's a link to a song. Okay, shutting up now, enjoy. The Jitterbug

Dinner time after another adventure. The Performers were all gathered at the table, picking at their food. It was one of the rare moments of awkward silence between the six of them. The adventure that day hadn’t been anything particularly noteworthy… well, for Caine anyway. It was music themed, a romp through a lush theater populated by anthropomorphic instruments. The goal was to track down the six missing members of the grand orchestra and bring them to the stage within an hour long time limit. The intention was to have the group split up and find each band member individually, a plan which would have gone swimmingly if Gangle had been able to persuade her target to return. She found herself too meek to tell the guy to come with her, which, if it hadn’t been for some timely intervention from Jax, may have cost them the adventure. They were “treated” to a performance by the grand orchestra of instrument people, which consisted mostly of improv and a few subpar renditions of classical pieces. They played Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, although they only managed to pull off “Spring” before scrapping the rest for being “too boring” and moving onto an improv piece. Said piece sounded like someone instructed the orchestra to play The William Tell Overture before putting said orchestra on a bus and driving it off a cliff. The performers’ ears were still ringing after the cacophony of noise, and thus weren’t particularly in a conversational mood.

Gangle: Mmmgh… eh- Gangle appeared to be struggling to hold her fork. There was a crude double knot in her ribbon right about where her hand would be, and it prevented her from gripping her fork hard enough to stab into her digital pot roast. She managed to spear one prong onto a piece of meat, but it fell with an almost comical plop onto the edge of the table before dropping out of sight beneath her chair. Gangle: *whine of defeat*

Pomni looked at Jax, who was watching Gangle struggle with minor amusement. The purple rabbit met her gaze and his faint smirk disappeared.

Jax: What?

Pomni: You know what. *she points at him, then at Gangle with her fork*

Jax gave an exaggerated sigh and got out of his chair, slinking to Gangle’s side and taking her ribbon with the knot in it.

Jax: Hold still, Crybaby. *he takes the knot between his fingers and undoes it*

Gangle: …Uh… thank you, Jax. *she experimentally curls the ribbon around, it’s undamaged*

Pomni: Is there anything else you wanted to say to Gangle?

Jax: Wanted to say? No.

Pomni shot him an exasperated glare. Jax sighed and turned back to Gangle without looking her in the eyes.

Jax: *speaking rapidly and insincerely* Gangle, I’m sorry I used you as rope to tie up the last band member. *looks at Pomni* There, we happy?

Pomni: Are you okay, Gangle? Gangle: Oh… um… yeah! I’m okay, uh… I-I’ve been in worse… binds. Eheheh… uh… I’m okay.

Pomni motions Jax back to his seat. The rabbit plods back to his spot at the table and sits, resting his cheek on his hand sullenly and poking at his food.

Ragatha: Wow… I never thought I’d see the day! Jax actually said sorry! Jax: Yeah, whatever, toots. I save our butts with some quick thinking and I’m still the bad guy.

Zooble: Don’t be an @$$. There were six of us and one of him. There could’ve been a way to get him back with the others without having to hurt Gangle.

Jax: Oh really, and what bright idea did you have, Hodge-Podge? *in a babyish voice* Asking him nicewy? Zooble: You wanna lose an eye, limp&!$#?! *holds up butter knife*

Ragatha: Guys… *pinching the bridge of her nose*

Pomni: Alright, stop! Can we please just &%$#ing stop?! My ears hurt and I don’t need you two shouting! Just… sit down and shut up. Both of you.

Zooble: …Tch. Fine.

Jax: Yeah. White flag or whatever. You hear me? White Flag. *he waves a napkin around half-heartedly before tossing it over his shoulder*

The six performers continued eating in silence, everyone’s mood set right back to bad. However, one of Jax’s ears twitched and his pot roast froze halfway to his mouth.

Jax: …What’s that? Ragatha: What’s what?

Jax: Shh! Listen!

Everyone, sans Kinger, stopped eating and listened. There was a continuous but very faint sound coming from somewhere.

Gangle: I-I hear it! It sounds like… music?

Zooble: Good music. Like an orchestra.

Ragatha: Where’s it coming from?

The performers turned their heads to better locate where the pleasant song was coming from. After a couple of seconds of listening, their eyes all fell upon Kinger, who was still eating his dinner. He froze in the middle of cutting his pork chop and slowly looked up to meet everyone’s gaze.

Kinger: I’m being observed…

Jax: It’s cuz you’re making music.

Kinger: I’m not making music. I’m eating dinner.

Ragatha: No, Jax is right, Kinger. Do you have something in your robe?

Kinger looked down at his robes and patted around inside them. He froze when he felt a foreign object clinging to the white inside and pulled it out. Inside his robes was a creature about the size of a baseball, that looked like a mix between a ladybug and the grille of a microphone. The orchestral score emanating from the creature reached a swell before suddenly-

Bug: LOOK! YO!-

Kinger yelped and dropped the creature as it suddenly exploded into a rap verse. It lands on the table and stands back up, bopping along to the rhythm of the song playing from its grille-like carapace.

Zooble: What the #%!! is that thing?

Kinger: Oh! I remember you! *reaches his hand out to pet the small creature* I put her in my robes back at the theater.

Pomni: I guess Caine missed deleting it when he sent us back here for the night…

Kinger: She’s not an it! Her name is… *there’s a drawn-out pause as Kinger struggles to remember what he called the creature* ...Layla!

Upon hearing this, the microphone-bug suddenly plays a guitar riff that makes everyone jump. Ragatha: I know that song… *beams* That’s a REAL song! From outside! It’s by uh-

Zooble: Hang on. This thing plays-

Kinger: Layla.

Zooble: …Layla plays music?

Pomni: That’s… I thought that was impossible…

Gangle suddenly appeared beside Kinger, moving quicker than anyone had ever seen her move before.

Gangle: Layla! Play uh, play… Play Melt by Hatsune Miku!

Jax: Play what by who?

The microphone-bug, which was apparently named Layla, began to play a sugary-sweet J-pop song, quiet at first before bursting to life. Gangle stood and watched the creature with a twinkle in the eyes of her mask, her mouth wide open in delight and her ribbon-hands on her cheeks.

Ragatha: Oh, oh! Can I have a turn? Uh, Layla, play Respect by Aretha Franklin!

Layla began to play a funky soul song, Ragatha giggling girlishly and beginning to dance along to the rhythm on the spot. Her energy was so infectious that the other performers couldn’t help but watch, especially as she began to lip-sync to the song with an invisible microphone.

Gangle: giggles

Jax: My turn. Layla! Play… Sandstorm by Darude.

Everyone gave a collective groan as Layla began playing a familiar Finnish techno beat.

Jax: Whaaat? I like this song! You guys have no taste.

Ragatha: Well, you picked it! Now you gotta dance to it! Come on!

Jax: No I- HEY!

Ragatha grabbed Jax’s hands and pulled him up onto his feet.

Ragatha: Come on! Follow my lead!

Ragatha began to dance along with the music, Jax scoffed and crossed his arms.

Pomni: *trying not to giggle* You made your bed Jax, time to lay in it.

Jax: Oh, have I? Layla, play Everywhere at The End of Time.

Zooble: Ew, Jax, what the h€!!?

Kinger scooped Layla up before she could begin playing the six-hour depressing behemoth of an album Jax requested.

Kinger: Everyone, stop! You’re going to make her overheat! *he pets the little microphone bug* There, there, you did good.

Gangle: Aw, is it over..?

Zooble: Kinger’s got a point. We don’t want to push that thing’s-

Kinger: Layla.

Zooble: -Layla’s processing too hard. You know how weird NPC’s get when they’re overclocked.

Pomni: Overclocked..? What does- Actually, I don’t want to know.

Kinger: Layla can stay in my room. I have other bugs in there so she won’t get lonely.

Jax: So Kinger just gets to keep the thing that plays real music in his room?

Kinger: Layla.

Jax: Whatever.

Ragatha: Well, he did find her… and he did go through all the effort of sneaking her back to the tent. That would make her his.

Jax: So if I found a dozen donuts, I’d get to eat all of ‘em and not share, since they’re my donuts.

Zooble: You’d probably do that anyway…

Jax: I’d share ‘em with everyone but you, Zooble.

Gangle: I’d get a donut, really?

Pomni yanked on one of Jax’s shoulder straps, a sharp reminder to behave.

Pomni: I’m sure Kinger wouldn’t mind sharing Layla now and then. Is that okay with you, Kinger?

Kinger: Don’t eat her! *holds her away from Pomni*

Pomni: Wh- nobody is going to eat her!

Gangle: Layla isn’t a donut…

Kinger: Oh. Well. Maybe. As long as you’re gentle with her and don’t let her overheat.

Ragatha: We can all promise that, right everybody?

There was a murmur of affirmation, but then everyone looked at Jax.

Jax: Oh for- *sigh* fine. Yes. I won’t hurt the bug thing.

Kinger: Layla.

Jax: *deep breath, phony enthusiasm* LaYlA!

Ragatha: I’ve gotta say, that’s the most fun I’ve had in a while. Real fun, not Caine fun.

Zooble: I didn’t peg you for an Aretha Franklin fan, Rags.

Ragatha: Yeah? What kind of music did you think I liked? *smiles, amused*

Zooble: I dunno. Sara Bareilles or Taylor Swift. Maybe that song Wildfire.

Ragatha: Oh, so horse girl stuff, huh? I see how it is, Zooble. *she’s still grinning playfully*

Jax: We didn’t get to hear what you liked, Hodge-Podge. Who are you to judge?

Zooble: Call me Hodge-Podge again, Jax, and I’ll tie your-

Kinger: Frank Sinatra…

Zooble: Huh?

Kinger: That’s my favorite. Frank Sinatra. *he sings a little to Layla* “I’ve got you… under my skin.”

Layla: *Playing a snippet from the real song* “I’ve got you… deep in the heart of me.”

Gangle: Awwww…

Zooble: *they get up* I’m tired. I’ll see you all in the morning. *they walk towards backstage before pausing for a moment* …I like Janelle Monáe by the way.

Ragatha: G’night Zooble. It is getting pretty late… I’ll be right behind you.

Steadily, the performers left the stage and headed back to their rooms. Pomni left not long after Ragatha, rubbing her eyes. It was weird how her eyelids still felt heavy despite her body being a bunch of pixels…

She wished Ragatha good night as she passed her in the hallway, went into her bedroom and flopped onto the bed. It had been a pretty bad day, like most other days in this technicolor hell. But it had an okay conclusion. It was nice to hear real music again, but she wished she had gotten a turn. Although, she did wonder a little… if that bug could play songs from the outside world, maybe there was a way to get out of here after all…

There was a knock at the door. One thing at a time. Pomni rolled out of bed and shuffled to the door to open it. She smiled a little seeing Jax leaning against the doorframe, and the rabbit gave her a smarmy grin right back.

Jax: Leavin’ me behind, huh? Pretty cold, Pompom.

Pomni: You’re a big boy. You can handle being alone for a little bit. Also, you’re knocking now.

Jax: You should note the date and time. *he strolls into her room* So, what’s the plan tonight, Pomni?

Pomni: I’m too tired for much of anything… you wanna just cuddle?

Jax: Sure. But how about a little music? *he takes Layla out of the front pocket of his overalls*

Pomni: Jax! Where did you get- did you steal her from Kinger?

Jax: You’ll be happy to know I asked before I took. *he sets Layla on top of one of the oversized building blocks in Pomni’s room*

Pomni: R-Really? He actually let you borrow her? How did you convince him..?

Jax: You really think I can’t be charming? You fell for me, didn’t you?

Pomni: *blush* …Alright, alright.

The two of them crawled into bed, climbing under the covers, Pomni scooting her smaller frame backwards into Jax’s arms. The rabbit held her close, resting his chin on top of her head.

Jax: So. Whatcha wanna listen to?

Pomni: …You know what? You can go first.

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Vil - Flawed Perfection

Prompt: Sparkle Notes: Takes place just before the SDC.

Vil wasn’t ashamed to admit he was a perfectionist. He had standards. If a skin product didn’t provide the moisturizing effect he expected, then it was subpar. If an apple didn’t produce a crisp crunch when he bit into it, then it was mediocre. If he didn’t perform a scene to his upmost ability, then he was flawed.

If Ace didn’t stop lingering a beat behind everyone else, he would be strangled.

“Stop!” Vil snapped when the song ended. His voice was on the edge of sounding hoarse, and he could feel beads of sweat trickling down the small of his back. He felt the muscles in his calves and lower back protest. Still, he glared at Ace’s reflection in the floor length mirror of Pomefiore’s ballroom. “Ace! You are a beat behind everyone. Do it again.”

Ace glared right back at him. “I’m a beat behind because I’m exhausted! We’ve been at this all day, plus I had basketball practice this morning. How do you expect anyone to keep up when you won’t even let us have a ten-second break?”

Vil scoffed. His eyes darted across everyone’s reflections. No one would meet his eyes in the mirror. A tiny frown was Rook’s only response, and Jamil silently stared at the far corner of the room. Epel and Deuce found more interest in their shoes. Even Kalim quietly fiddled with the sweatband on his wrist instead of energetically interjecting.

Vil couldn’t feel it, but he could see his face slowly redden in the mirror. A tight pain in his chest made his throat constrict. “I take the silence means you all agree? Do you believe I have pushed you too far? We have a mere week and a half to have this routine perfect. If you believe a half-hearted performance will lead us to victory you may as well qui—.”

“I think this is a good place to call it a night.”

The audible, loud sigh that emitted from everyone made Vil clamp his jaw shut. Vil turned towards the one person in the room he couldn’t see in the mirror. Yuu frowned where she stood next to the ballroom’s large doors. Grim stood at her knee, his paws wrapped around the textbook they had been studying during practice.

Vil felt irrationally judged by the prefect’s unwavering stare. “Last I checked, you didn’t have the authority to make that decision.”

Yuu’s frowned deepened. “And last I checked, you were the one who named me Manager. And as manager, I think that gives me the authority to end practice. Especially when I feel like someone’s exhaustion may lead him to hurting himself or others.”

Vil bit the inside of his cheek. He had plenty of experience when it came to handling the prefect. He had been subjected to her ire; deflected her sarcasm; redirected her apathy. He had encouraged her curiosity; challenged her intellect; and combated her self-doubt. Save for their somewhat embarrassing introduction, he would argue he had maintained an air of poise and grace with her.

Yet here he stood now feeling like a scolded child.

Vil didn’t say a word as one-by-one the others left the ballroom. Rook paused just outside the door and glanced back at him. Vil turned away and sauntered over to the audio player. He jabbed the power button with more force than necessary. The ballroom fell silent when the droning buzz of the silent speakers died.

Vil tensed at the soft squeak of Yuu’s shoes against the floor. He focused on disconnecting his smartphone from the cord connected to the player. He skimmed through the notifications he had received during practice. He tapped on the notification for Magicam. His app opened to a beaming picture of Neige and an offhanded text post about practicing the special performance his team had planned for the Song & Dance Competition.

Vil’s fingernails scraped across the screen of his phone.

“What do you think about taking tomorrow off?”

Vil spun around to glare at Yuu. “Did you not hear what I just said? We have less than two weeks now. Two weeks. We haven’t even reached the point where we can practice in our uniforms.”

Yuu blinked up at him. Her silence made him more agitated than if she would have argued with him. He spun on his heel and quickly stepped across the room where his gym bag lay in the corner. “Here I thought my biggest issue would be taming Epel, yet Ace is the one testing my patience now!”

He threw his phone into the open flap of his bag and pulled out a small hand towel. Dabbing the sweat from his face, he spun back around to face Yuu. She had silently followed and now squinted up at him. Her silent stare made him snap. “What?”

“I’m debating my best angle of attack,” she answered, her deadpan stare pinning him in place. “Do I slap you or use your mud masks for fertilizer?”

Vil snapped his towel in the direction of the door. “Why not run like the others? For all the supposed bonding our tribe has done over the past three weeks, there was no hesitation in the quick shift in their alliance.”

“Ace was right though,” Yuu countered. Her tone remained even as if she was simply citing a passage from a textbook. “We’ve all been given a little bit of leeway to focus on the SDC, but we do still have other responsibilities. Responsibilities that sometimes conflict with practice. Jamil and Ace are picking up more club time because of the interscholastic competitions they’ll be entering after the culture festival. The others have their clubs too, and we’re all struggling to keep up with our grades because our study time is cut in half with how late practice goes. A break would help everyone catch up and not feel as stressed.”

Vil shook his head. “The headmage agrees about the importance of the SDC. Our performance must be flawless and leave the audience in absolute awe. The only thing that matters is our team blowing away the competition.”

“Not if it means sacrificing your health!” Yuu’s deadpan expression finally broke with her angry shout. It was enough to make Vil pause. “I’m not just talking about the others. I’m talking about you too! A week ago, you would have given anyone at least a ten-minute break if they said their legs were cramping up. You would’ve gotten down on the floor with them and helped them stretch. You would’ve offered a soothing cream or made them drink more water or something. Now you’re so overstressed, you don’t even realize you’re pushing yourself to the verge of collapsing. Who was the one who told me resting was just as vital as rigorous practice?”

The question was rhetorical, and Vil immediately felt childish for answering, “That’s because I’ve caught you staying up late playing video games every night since we moved into Ramshackle Dorm.”

“And who’s the one I've caught doing yoga in my lounge at three in the morning?”

Vil’s only response was to glance into the mirror behind Yuu. He visibly winced when he saw the noticeable bruises under his eyes. The towel had not only absorbed the sweat on his face but also the thin layer of foundation he had used to cover the bruises earlier.

Yuu sighed. Her shoulders slumped. “I get the SDC is important in a lot of ways. I just don’t think it’s the most important thing. All this stress and animosity—I don’t see it ending well if it keeps growing like it obviously is.”

Vil matched her sigh. He combed his fingers through his hair and let it fall where it liked. The mirror reflected back a hot mess now, but he had the feeling that another layer of makeup wouldn’t be much help to him. He thought of the perfect picture of Neige on Magicam and immediately wanted to throw something heavy enough at the mirror to shatter it.

“You leave me no choice.” Vil’s eyes bounced back to Yuu. She stared up at him through narrowed eyelids, and her mouth puckered. The expression was extremely unflattering, but it also made Vil’s lips involuntarily twitch with humor. “I’ll just have to bring out my last resort.”

“And what is that?”

“A full spa day.” Vil blinked and quirked a single unamused brow. Yuu wasn’t swayed by his lack of enthusiasm. “There’s a little spa down in the town. I’ve done plenty of research on it, and all the reviews online say it’s worth it.”

“I know, “Vil drawled. “I have used their services plenty of times in the last three years.”

“Wonderful. That means I can use your name and get a discount.” Vil rolled his eyes, but that still didn’t dissuade her. “I’ll join you, and we’ll get the whole nine yards. Facials, massages, nails...” She paused. Her nose wrinkled. “I’ll even...let them wax me.”

The concession made Vil’s other brow join the first at the top of his forehead. “Wax? The very thing you’ve absolutely refused to allow me to do? So much so that you would rather risk contracting rabies from a rabid bat by climbing halfway up a ventilation shaft to avoid Rook discovering your hiding place in the dorm and drag you back to my room?”

Yuu framed her face with both hands and pulled her cheeks apart, stretching the corners of her eyes and mouth. “I’ll even let them wax the peach fuzz mustache you hate so much.”

Vil threw back his head and laughed. He continued laughing until he gasped for breath, and at least one tear escaped the corner of his eyes. He grasped his stomach, which had cramped from the force of his laughter, and wiped the wet trails from his cheeks. When he was able to focus his blurred gaze again, he found Yuu staring at him. A small smile softened her face.

It wasn’t as if everything he had felt earlier—the stress, the agitation, the impatience—had suddenly disappeared, but he could admit to the lighter feeling in his chest. Vil sighed and dabbed at his face again with his towel. “I was a bit of an ogre earlier, wasn’t I?”

“Yes.” Yuu’s quick answer made him glare at her. Her smile widened. “But we’re all stressed right now. We’ve got the SDC, and clubs, and classes, and every other little thing in-between.” Yuu’s grin wavered into a soft frown. “We need a break before one of us completely loses it.”

“You mean before I lose it,” Vil corrected. He waved her off when she tried to argue with him. “There’s no point in denying it because you’ve basically admitted it.”

Yuu poked her tongue between her lips. “You just don’t sparkle as much as you used to.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means the sweat is melting away all the anti-aging products you use.” Yuu pulled her cheeks down, pulling down her eyelids in a grotesque manner. “Your sparkly youth is melting!”

“I’m signing you up for a complete wax from head to toe.”

“Don’t you dare! I’ll catch that rabid bat and release him in your room if you do.”

Vil laughed again, and for the next week or so, he was able to effectively manage the stress broiling inside him. Then the day of the culture festival arrived. And so did Neige.

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Impalas and Air Force 1’s part four

"Jack hasn't been the same since Y/N left, I think I saw him once or twice today." Neelam told Nemo, Urban was just about to come around the corner and get a snack but stopped when he heard the two of them talking.

"What exactly happened? He didn't tell me anything." Nemo asked Neelam and she sighed.

"Well as far as I know Y/N broke up with him that's all he knows she wouldn't tell him why, but he's been hurting ever since she left." She frowne; everyone has been feeling pity on Jack ever since you broke things off with no explanation.

"So, is he basically like depressed?"

"Well, I'd say he is I mean you know Jack isn't one to show his emotions or talk about his feelings so

I'm not sure but l am guessing he is."

Urban felt horrible he didn't want Jack to be depressed he just wanted what was best for Jack and he convinced himself that the two of you breaking up was the best thing for him, but boy was he wrong.

"Well, he needs to cheer up before tonight he's performing at one of the most historic arenas in the world, we don't have time for him to be moping around." Neelam nodded her head in agreement.

"I agree with you Nemo let's hope he cheers up by tonight at least somehow."

"My biggest fear is he doesn't cheer up then what happens?" Nemo asked Neelam, she let out a big sigh.

"We might have to end this tour, Jack loves giving his all to his fans and if he isn't himself, they'll definitely pick that up."

Urban walked back to his room he had to figure out a way to get Jack and You back together he realized now that he was wrong, he realized that you were the glue to keeping Jack sane and going and he just prayed you'd be willing to take him back.

He sat at the edge of the bed and picked up his phone, his finger hovered over your name on his contact list.

"Here goes nothing." After a few rings you finally answered the phone. “Hello? who is this.” Ouch that hurt you didn’t even have his number saved which was understandable seeing as he’s caused so much stress in the last 24 hours.

“It’s me uh Urban.” You sighed and rolled your eyes wondering what he wanted now.

“What’s up Urban?” Urban licked his lips and closed his eyes praying that you’d take Jack back.

“Can you take Jack back.” He asked bluntly which honestly caught you off guard, why would you take Jack back especially after he cheated on you.

“Urban, are you hearing yourself right now? You just told me Jack was cheating on me so why would I go and take him back.” You weren’t sure what Urban was on or where he was going with this, but you honestly just wanted to hang up.

“I know if I explain it over the phone, it’ll be a mess, but it’ll be a mess in person but at least I’ll have a witness incase things take a bad turn.”

“Urban what time are we meeting up? My flight leaves for Atlanta later on tonight so it needs to be before then.” You didn’t want to talk to Urban but what else did you have planned; you were stuck in London with no friends or family.

“Meet me outside the hotel later on in about an hour or two and we can walk to the tea shop down the street, does that sound good?” Urban asked, you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “Sounds good I’ll see you later Urban.”

“Let’s just hope things go well.” Urban told himself but he knew before he met you, he had to talk to Jack.

Getting up he walked over to Jack’s room on the way he had passed the living room where Neelam and Nemo sat, they looked up and gave Urban a few dirty looks ever since they found out Urban was trying to breakup Jack and You they haven’t talked to him since, they wanted him to fix things between the two of you and even though Neelam didn’t know Urban set up the fake texts she was just certain it was him.

He was a bit hesitant, but he knocked on Jack’s door anyways at first Jack didn’t answer but after a few knocks he eventually did.

“Urban? what’s up? you can come inside.” Jack let Urban in the room and his eyes widen seeing the state of Jack’s room.

He had a pile of clothes laying on the floor and I mean sure they were in a hotel suite so there wasn’t exactly anywhere for him to wash clothes but usually Jack had them tucked away in his suitcase, he had empty plates with pieces of food still on them. Jack wasn’t a messy person at all so seeing this surprised Urban.

Urban even had to plug his nose a few times the smell in this room was indescribable, he looked at Jack who honestly looked like he needed a long shower, he had stains all over his shirt which he assumed was once white, his curls were everywhere and sticking onto his forehead he just didn’t look like himself.

“Can I talk to you about something Jack.”

“Yeah, you know you can talk to me about anything Urban, what’s up?” Jack watched Urban intently he watched how Urban’s body tensed up.

“Well, you see I kind of made up a lie about you cheating on Y/N, I had Stassie text me as if I was you and made it seem like you were cheating on Y/N and I’m the reason why she broke up with you.”

Once Urban finished talking he let out a huge breath he didn’t even know he was holding in, Jack just looked at Urban trying to comprehend everything he just said.

“So, you’re the reason I’m no longer with Y/N, you’re the reason why everything just keeps going downhill.” Jack was pissed he felt betrayed he had let what happened the first time go he forgave Clay and Urban but for Urban to turn back around and do the same thing again was just intolerable.

“Jack it was for a good reason.” Urban tried to protest but Jack wasn’t trying to hear it.

“For a good reason? Are you kidding me right now what was the reason Urban please tell me so we can get this over with!” Jack yelled; he paced around the room running his fingers through his already messy hair.

“You weren’t being yourself she was turning you into some big softie and honestly I wanted the old Jack back.”

“The old Jack? I don’t want to be that version of me Urban why can’t you understand that this new and improved Jack is the version of me that’s here and staying, Y/N makes me happy she Kees be going even on those days when I don’t see the purpose in moving forward, she was my everything and you took that away from me once again.” Jack’s voice cracked as he expressed his feeling to Urban, Urban hung his head low he hated himself for even starting any of this drama.

“Urban I don’t think you’re understanding what I’m saying I was happy I was enjoying myself and my life and I know I should never depend on someone as my happiness, but Y/N was my happiness she was my home away from home.” Jack’s voice cracked while he spoke about you and that’s when Urban finally realized what he did was wrong Jack needed you and You needed Jack.

“I’m sorry Jack I promise I will make everything better.”

“How Urban? she blocked my number she won’t answer none of my calls or texts and I’m just supposed to believe that that you’ll find a way to fix it when you’ve been ruining everything.”

Jack flopped back into his bed and put his head in his hands, Urban was determined to make things right between the two of you.

“I promise Jack everything will come together.” Urban gave Jack a faint smile before getting up and leaving, checking his phone he had seen you messaged him.

Y/N

I’m on my way to the hotel

Making his way downstairs to the hotel lobby and outside, he waited around the side of the hotel where he said he’d be meeting you at. After a while of scrolling through his phone he was interrupted by someone tapping his shoulder. Looking up he jumped slightly at your appearance.

“Y/N is that you?” You always took care of your appearance; your nails were always done as well as your hair but now you looked a mess. Your hair was going in every and any direction a few of your nail were chipped, whenever you were frustrated, you had this bad habit of chipping and breaking your nails, you also had stains on your shirt just like Jack they weren’t as noticeable, but they were there.

“It’s me I know I look a mess.” You laughed, shifting from one leg to another suddenly feeling insecure. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I know you’re going to hate me but those messages I showed you the other day.” Urban spoke slowly you raised your eyebrow and waited for him to keep going. “None of those were true they were all fake Jack was never cheating on you I lied, and I feel horrible about it. Please take him back Y/N he’s a crying mess without you.”

You didn’t know what to say your first instinct was to slap him for making up more lies but you were just done you had no more energy for this.

“I’m sorry Urban but I just can’t get back together with Jack maybe everything you said was a lie, but I’m done I can’t keep doing this back-and-forth stuff anymore.” It was draining the energy and life out of you, and you had enough.

“Please Y/N you can’t do this to Jack he’s a mess you have to take him back if not Neelam and Nemo are cancelling his tour and you know how important this tour is to him, it’s his first world tour.” You did know how important this tour was to Jack and hearing that it might be cancelled made you feel bad.

“I’m sorry Urban but I’m done I just I can’t anymore.” You started to cry, “Y/N please come on you can’t do this.” You whimpered and covered your mouth to stop your lip from trembling. “I can’t Urban I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

Urban watched you leave he sighed heavily he fucked up and now you really weren’t taking Jack back, he had ruined everything he let his jealousy of his best friend having a stable and healthy relationship get the best of him he hated the way someone else was making Jack happy and he now knew the mistake he made.

Later that night

“Jack get up you have to get ready for the show it’s literally in a few hours.” Neelam shoved and attempted several times to removing Jack from his head, but he didn’t budge.

“Leave me alone Neelam I don’t want to perform tonight or ever again.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic Jack come on and get up.” Drama came into the room and shook his head at Jack. “I got this Neelam let me handle it please.” He told her.

“Jack man look I know things with Y/N didn’t work out but that doesn’t mean you sit around and feel sorry for yourself or reminisce on past events we worked hard to get to where you are today, remember that young man who came up to me and started rapping and was rapping his ass off to prove everyone wrong?” Jack was now sitting up in the bed giving Drama his full attention.

“Look how far you’ve came Jack you’re performing in sold out arenas all over the world you’ve been Grammy nominated three years in a row, you’ve achieved so much in this year let alone and you can’t mope around. If things with Y/N are meant to be then God will make that happen but for now you need to get up and get ready. you have about a million of screaming fans waiting for you to put on a show for them, can you do that or not?”

Drama was right Jack has achieved so much this year and if things between the two of you were supposed to be then God will make that happen.

“I can do this.” Jack smiled as well as Drama, he brought Jack in for a hug. “Now let’s get shit poppin.”

You were now on your way to the arena Jack was performing at, after Neelam called you, she had convinced you to come to his show and try and talk things out with him afterwards, it took a lot of convincing, but you finally agreed. You were nerves to say the least. You weren’t sure how Jack was going to react when he saw you again, the possibility of him already moving on was flooding your mind and you hated that.

“We have arrived Ms. Y/L.” The driver smiled at you through the mirror you gave him a smile back before stepping out of the car.

“Here goes nothing.”

“Y/N is that you?” Ace smiled when he saw you the mention of your name caught everyone’s attention.

“In the flesh.” you smiled and laughed as they all ran towards you taking turns hugging you. “What made you come?” Urban asked.

“Well, I realized Jack makes me happy and I make him happy, I don’t care what anybody thinks or feels anymore all I care about is my happiness and Jack’s”

“That’s all that matters.” Nemo told you. “Y/N I am really sorry for everything I’ve started I feel so bad.” Urban apologized you gave him a faint smile before pulling him in for a hug. “I forgive you Urban but if you pull something like that again you’ll be in the hospital.” Everyone laughed and you looked around the room wondering where Jack was.

“Where is Jack?” You asked and Neelam smiled before pointing behind you.

“I’m right here baby and I heard every single thing you said.” Your vision got blurry instantly with tears, you turned around and ran into Jack’s arms. He picked you up and spung you around a few times making you squeal before putting you down.

“I’m so sorry Jack I promise I’ll never leave you again.” You cried out and took his face in your hands God did it feel good to touch him again.

“I’m sorry too baby, I love you so much Y/N. You have no idea how happy you make me.”

“Well I’m happy for this little reunion but Jack you’ve got fans outside chanting your name so let’s go and put on a damn show shall we?” Drama laughed and Jack smiled but before he went on stage he gave you a kiss a real kiss filled with so much passion and emotion.

“You’ll be here when I get back right?” He joked and you laughed and shoved him back playfully. “I’ll be here Jack, always and forever.”

author’s note 💗

damn I can’t believe I finished my first series after starting so many before and never finishing 😌 but I hope you all enjoyed this mini series and let me know how you feel about everything.

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Karaoke love

This is written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt #FFF238 Take my hand and for @fluffbruary February 2 prompt : engagement | scent | jam

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Beware of manga spoilers for the latest chapter. This is exactly 1000 words. I was totally into it at the end. I hope the ending makes sense. Heh!

Toto takes a shot from his whiskey glass, easing himself up. It’s his turn to sing. The screen monitor shows the song that he’s chosen awhile back. The truth is his singing is only confined to the four corners of the flat and his shower cabin in Asakusa.

Ron mentioned once that his love for singing in the shower is one of the rare times when Toto lets himself go apart from his innate resoluteness. But come to think of it, Ron didn’t say much about the quality of his singing voice, Toto has only been just self-conscious ever since that incident that he never sings anymore whenever he stays at Ron’s apartment.

Who suggested going to the karaoke bar anyway? Ah, it was Kawasemi-san. Today is the last day that he’s going to be in town and coincidentally his birthday that for all intents and purposes, Dr. Mofu asked him what else he wanted to do in Tokyo before going back to Aichi.

They rent a private room at the Karaoke Kan in Shibuya. The shop became famous when it was featured in a Western film in the early 2000s about two Americans, who found each other amidst the backdrop very alien to them: from food to cultural references. The premises have become a Mecca for tourists.

The whole gang is here. Amamiya, who tags along these days, and Dr. Mofu didn’t have the time when they went to Kamakura for sightseeing two days ago. So, they made sure that they were present this time around before sending Kawasemi-kun back to Nagoya. The only one who’s missing is Spitz, who cannot leave London at the moment and is disgruntled with a dash of envy in his body when he finds out their plans.

“Ack, Tototo! I am going to miss your performance. Ron-kun says that he has a rock ‘n’ roll singer living in his house.” Toto laughed when he heard this.

Should Toto stand up?

An arm gathers around him, as if grounding him. While the hand holds his shoulder, firm and yet tender. Toto turns to his left; Ron’s blue eyes confront him. Relax.

“Y-yeah…” Toto has calmed down a bit.

The first notes of a raunchy electric guitar surge, he poses to belt out the text that flashes on the screen.

“I'm an alligator/ I'm a mama-papa comin' for you / I'm the space invader / I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you / Keep your mouth shut … Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe … Press your space face close to mine, love / Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!”

His friends are fired up, hooting at the way Toto playfully sings a David Bowie song. Chikori-kun’s admiration skyrockets to 200 per cent. Her eyes scream of glowing stars. Kawasemi kun sings along. He knows it by heart and has been a Bowie fan. He’s so glad that Toto made a little research about him. Dr. Mofu’s face breaks into a giggle as she stops conversing with Amamiya, who cannot stop smiling. Toto, gyrating before her very eyes, has transformed into another person. And Ron? He’s looking at Toto with his hungry eyes, his hands won’t stop rubbing his thighs clothed in loose jeans. He then places his right hand into his pocket and reaches for a small box inside, feeling glad that he hasn’t lost the engagement ring.

You deserve all the good things in the world, Toto!

As the Tokyo police officer hits the end notes, Toto bows to the delight of his friends clapping and whistling on his way.

“Thank you so much!”

Ron hands him a glass of water and half-hugs him when he’s already seated.

“You did well, Toto!”

Toto mouths his thanks as he downs another glass when the next song starts to play. Chikori kun can’t stop herself from gushing when he notices that Ron stands up.

Oh, he’s next. Toto is darn curious now. He knows that Ron can sing really well as expected of him.

“Wise men say / Only fools rush in / But I can't help falling in love with you / Shall I stay? / Would it be a sin / If I can't help falling in love with you?”

All of a sudden, the whole room turns quiet. No one claps, nor whistles. As if a magician does his trick enchanting the audience. Everyone is glued watching Ron does his interpretation of a popular Elvis Presley song.

Toto is fastened on his seat, mouth agape. Ron is looking at him, his intentions are clear. His heart beats faster, aware of his surroundings and the four sets of eyes that are focused on them.

“Take my hand / Take my whole life, too / For I can't help falling in love with you…”

Ron sits next to Toto and seizes his hand. He begins to speak.

“I am glad that our friends are here to give me support and witness the promise I will say here today. Too bad that Spitz isn’t around but he already knows my plans.”

Toto’s face is red now not because of the alcohol but specifically because of Ron, who is in front of him, who is now removing an object from his pocket.

“Toto, I know that it is all so sudden. But, after all the things that happened between us, I believe that there is an understanding that we can’t live without each other and instead prepare to die together if we are faced with a choice, are you willing to be my partner for life? Will you marry me?”

Toto’s mouth quiver, why hasn’t he never thought that this day will come? Ah, that’s why he can never be as good as Ron when it comes to sleuthing.

He then grabs Ron’s face and in front of everyone kisses Ron, his fiancé. Without remorse nor embarrassment while their friends say their congratulations.

“Yes!”

~ fin ~

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[KKIR] Modern AU - Teaching Pains Pt5

Part 4

Prompt 5 : Exes/Memories

Iruka's bleary eyed and still half-asleep when a similarly out of it but powering through Kotetsu hooks an arm around the back of his neck.

“Sooo… You and Kakashi-sensei stayed up late together at the gym, uh.”

Iruka doesn't react. In all fairness he's too busy trying to figure whether or not he’ll capitulate to the early hour and abstain from one of the cheap donuts on the counter. On the one hand, he’s vaguely queasy. On the other hand, it’s free food, and also sugar, which should give him the necessary boost of energy to hang on until his brain gets fully online.

Before he can decide, Anko makes a grand entrance, her drill sergeant voice announcing her arrival. “All right, losers! The bake sale's ready and the Headmaster's office’s shut off from the public. Y’all ready to be productive members of society or are you gonna keep mooching off our hard work?”

With a coffee in hand and a coworker hanging off his shoulders, Iruka blinks back slowly. He barely registers Kotetsu hiding his face in his shoulder with a groan.

Ignoring them for the coat rack, Mizuki hangs his bag with a huff.

Anko meets Iruka's eyes and grins toothily. “Why, hello lover boy,” she drawls. “Have fun yesterday?”

Iruka pulls a face. “It's not like that and you know it.”

“Oh, do I?”

Faced with her too sharp eyes and growing all too aware of Mizuki's presence, he hides in his drink. “We were sparring,” he mutters into the mug.

“What was that?”

“We were sparring.”

Kotetsu releases him with a snort of laughter. “Is that what the kids call it, now?”

Sometimes, being on friendly terms with your coworkers is a curse.

“I assume most kids aren’t familiar with kumite, so I’d say: yes,” Iruka retorts curtly.

He doesn’t really like bringing up martial arts around Mizuki. There are old wounds they’ve rebuilt their friendship around that still remain tender. But he can’t let this sort of insinuation go unanswered either. It’s unprofessional, for starters, and also he could really, really do without the risk it might reach Kakashi’s ears if Iruka doesn’t nip it in the bud.

Much to his relief, Mizuki doesn’t sour at the topic. He draws closer instead, eyeing Iruka up and down the way he used to when they were kids and he was looking for injuries. “Are you alright?”

Iruka ducks his head. “Yeah, don’t worry. He went easy on me.”

He pauses, remembering his surprise of the previous evening, the warm feeling of making a pleasant, unexpected discovery.

“He’s actually really good, uh,” he adds, somewhat breathily.

Ever the realist, Mizuki gives him a little smile. “It’s more likely that you’re too out of practice,” he says gently, which Iruka can’t really dispute. “But it’s good that you had fun.”

Then, because they’re not actually paid to gossip, they all leave the teachers’ lounge and go open the school to the public. Mizuki falls into step with him while he goes to round the last arrived volunteer students--for a value of volunteer where Iruka just ended up conscripting additional kids until they had enough people.

That Naruto didn't put up more of a fight feels like an admirable growth of his character, truthfully.

“You should be careful,” Mizuki says, breaking the companionable silence.

In the process of a mental review of the performances and workshops they've got planned for the next day, Iruka has trouble following the non sequitur.

“What?”

“Kakashi-sensei. You had a tense relationship, and he's been mellowing to you--which is great. But it wouldn't do for people to think it's in return for… services. Or that you'd compromise your students for that.” At Iruka's stricken look, he waves a hand in the air with a rueful smile. “Don’t worry, I don't think that. But you know how tongues wag.”

Which is of course the moment Iruka’s phone chooses to chime with a new text. Any cheer he might have derived from Kakashi asking about his morning freezes over. He hastily shoves his phone back into his pocket. Mizuki gives him a pointed, knowing look but is kind enough not to comment.

Thankfully, Iruka doesn't have time to ruminate. Visitors may be slow on the first hours of open day but that's all the better to ready them for the later inpouring. Future students, their parents and concerned family members number that crowd, along with the visiting families of their current ones; the true bulk of it, though, are the random bystanders excited for the free spectacle Ebisu sets up with the kids every year. If only for Sasuke, Lee, Tenten and Neji’s feats of gymnastics and martial arts, the trip is worth it.

By the time the rush fully starts, Iruka has already broken two fights between Ino and Sakura, yelled Shikamaru awake from a nap, reminded Chōji that the cakes from the bake sale are for sale, and stepped in to support Hinata before she passed out at the prospect of talking to a group of total strangers asking for her opinion on the school curriculum.

After which lunch-time arrives.

He distributes the complimentary sandwiches the school provides their little volunteers--but not the teachers--and then takes a very hypocritically cake-filled break in guise of a meal. It's more sugar than he enjoys, but he didn't have time to cook the evening before and knows from experience that the local shops will be crowded from their own visitors looking for something to eat.

Somewhere past two in the afternoon, Kakashi shows up with takeout coffee from Iruka's favorite place. Iruka's never resented someone more for making him like them.

“Isn’t today a university day?” he asks, washing the lingering sweetness from his mouth with a blessedly dark roast.

It's a bit rude, by way of greetings, but Kakashi doesn't take offense. If anything, his eye curves in that congenial arch like Iruka's just the most entertaining thing he's been given to see.

“Had two free hours ahead, thought I'd check how it's going,” he replies, with the sort of nonchalance that tells Iruka those hours were probably not supposed to be nearly this idle.

“Office hours?” he can't help but ask, trying to ignore Suzume adjusting her glasses at them a few classrooms over.

Unperturbed, Kakashi chuckles. “Office hours,” he confirms with an expectant smirk.

But Iruka doesn't segue into his usual rant about responsibility and student needs. Leading a group of wide eyed pre-teens and their flustered parents across the hallway, Kotetsu's just sent a thumbs up behind his back and with it, made his spine freeze.

He doesn’t have time to linger anyway. The gymnastics performance is drawing near, which means it’s almost time to begin corralling the interested visitors towards the gymnasium that a not insignificant proportion of them won’t fail to miss, and that’s in spite of Izumo’s indications on the PA system and the many printed signs they’ve tacked all over the school in preparation.

To top it all, Iruka hasn't seen Naruto in a while which never bodes well.

He heaves a sigh at the thought. “Sorry, Kakashi-sensei, I’ve got to get back to it. Really appreciate the coffee, though.”

Kakashi takes one look at the milling visitors and nods. “Sure. Don’t let me keep you. And good luck.”

It takes all of Iruka’s willpower not to smile in thanks, lest he look too familiar, though he doesn’t get long to brood over it. He’s barely walked past one classroom that he's caught by a family of four asking about the facilities and the disciplines taught and whether there’s a waiting list they might sign on to make sure their daughter of six years old gets in when she’s of age. He wants to sympathize with wanting to do good by one’s child, but his experience teaching the kids of such parents, pressured towards performance like the adults around them think they’re coal they might compress into diamonds, makes him deeply skeptical. And anyway, there’s no such thing as a waiting list, which he tells them, before directing them to a few booklets in the library and drafting Sakura to lead them there and answer any further questions.

Finally free, he slips away.

The good thing about having been a troublemaker in this very school, is that Iruka’s well versed in its real estate of hiding places. The downside is, he’s grown complacent in updating that knowledge.

By the time he’s about to give up and rejoin the event, Iruka’s no closer to finding Naruto. At this point, he has half a thought that Naruto should hope he doesn’t find him, because he won’t make any promises as to the kid’s life expectancy once Iruka gets his hands on him.

Fate must really be conspiring against Naruto, then, because Iruka’s doing his last check in the remote corridor leading to the Headmaster’s office when he catches sight of a blue and orange sleeve hiding behind a cabinet with pictures and diplomas of former headmasters.

He sneaks closer for greater impact when he yells.

“Naruto!”

The resulting screech of horror is deafening.

Sitting on the floor with one hand clutched to his heart and his bag at his feet, Naruto laughs nervously. “Aaah, Iruka-sensei, you found me,” he says, rubbing the back of his head.

Iruka gives him the sort of even look that Naruto should know means this situation can go either way, and it’s all up to him.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

Naruto looks away with the jitters of someone readying a lie, and a bad one at that. Iruka crosses his arms sternly to dissuade him.

It’s enough that Naruto slumps, sullen, and draws his knees to his chest. “It’s just… There are a lot of people.”

“Ah?”

“Lots of… families…”

“Ah.”

Iruka steps around him and the cabinet, and slides down the wall until he meets Naruto on the floor.

“Can’t be easy,” he says casually, looking at the faded paint of the wall across.

“It’s fine,” Naruto mutters to his knees.

Iruka nudges his shoulder and doesn’t say anything. He remembers when he lost his parents, how it was to be young and alone and counting only on himself. Sometimes, a mere presence was enough to help. That, and warm food, which is his usual approach, but he doesn’t have any to offer Naruto at the moment. He makes a note to take him out for ramen sometime soon.

On the loudspeakers, Izumo informs them that the first performance of the afternoon will start in five minutes.

“Hey, Iruka-sensei?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think I’ll pass this grade?”

Truthfully, the question is one Iruka has been pondering himself. While Kakashi’s tutoring has noticeably improved Naruto’s grades in physics and chemistry, and given him confidence to tackle the other disciplines he had given up on, he still has a long way to go.

Iruka sighs. “I don’t know, Naruto,” he answers honestly.

Naruto hugs his legs tighter. “I’m not stupid, you know? It’s just difficult. But I’m really trying my hardest.”

“I’ve never doubted that,” Iruka says, because it’s true. He’s watched Naruto sit hours long in front of his textbooks, hair in even greater disarray than usual as he pulled it every which way in frustration. Truthfully, Iruka sometimes suspects part of his learning difficulties might be closer to disabilities, but he’s been having trouble communicating it to the head of the orphanage, who’s a bit too convinced that Naruto’s just acting out in a bid for attention--which he is--and would by extension benefit from being ignored so as not to reward his behavior--which he doesn’t.

Daikoku isn’t a bad man, but if anything Naruto’s been a harsh lesson to Iruka on the limits of his good intentions.

“I don’t want to repeat the year,” Naruto admits in a small voice.

And Iruka gets why. Kakashi’s guidance isn’t the only reason worth crediting for Naruto’s improvement these last months. Working in a smaller group, out of the more merciless dynamic of a full classroom, has finally given him an opportunity to bond with his classmates. He has friends now. And a rival. Which is kind of a friend, Iruka thinks.

He ruffles Naruto’s hair affectionately.

“Then let’s keep working hard to make sure you don’t, eh?” he says. “Come on, let’s go. Ebisu-sensei’s going to lose his mind if he’s missing one of his stars when the show starts.”

Naruto seems only slightly mollified, but that’s to be expected. Some things take time.

He does get up after Iruka, who counts it as a small victory.

Part 6

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harlowcomehome · 2 years

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Part two: “We came all this way to lose.”

A/N: Part one here.

Living a life without Jack wasn’t in your plans, you had never imagined having to be without him. From the moment you met, you pretty much were inseparable and you hated to admit it but you had both become extremely codependent.

After Jack left that night, he wouldn’t answer any of your calls. Urban wouldn’t either, not that you were surprised by that but it still hurt. Neelam called you to let you know he was safe and that you two just needed some time apart. You knew she didn’t know what he said, and you weren’t going to be the one to tell her.

The first night without him, was the hardest. You had slept in bed alone before, but it was usually because Jack was touring or doing press, and even then you hadn’t went to bed without an “I love you” in years. You ran through every single emotion you could think of over and over. The last thing you expected from Jack was him to tell you he didn’t love you anymore, it didn’t make much sense to you either. You knew you had been having issues but nothing made you think that he’d say that.

You tossed and turned, wondering if he really meant it, wondering how long he had felt that way and wondering if he’d come home.

The next morning was hard, you checked your phone a sense of hopefulness waved over you and went quickly when you realized you didn’t have any missed calls or messages. You felt empty and sick to your stomach. You went to the bathroom and didn’t recognize the person staring back at you. Your eyes were extremely puffy and you had dark circles surrounding them. Even taking a shower felt like a big task, but in the chance that Jack was coming home today you wanted to look somewhat presentable.

You waited around the house all day, and when evening time rolled around you realized Jack wasn’t coming home. You went to your contact ID for him, debating on calling him but deciding it was best not to. You had work with a new client tomorrow and didn’t need the unnecessary drama anyway.

The next week was a blur, you had finally caved in and texted Jack a few times, only to instantly receive a text from Urban with another excuse of Jack being “busy” and that he’d talk to you when he was ready. You felt like your entire relationship revolved around his timing and you were starting to grow more and more frustrated with the reality of what was going on.

You were laying in bed, when you felt your phone start to vibrate. You groaned as you sleepily searched under all your pillows to find it, eventually a hard thud hitting the ground. You sighed, fully being awake now. You thought to yourself “I hope it’s him” but when you turned your phone over you saw it was a private call. You realized you had been getting a lot of those lately, a part of you had hoped it was Jack secretly calling you but you knew that wasn’t likely.

It had now been fourteen days, two weeks, if you wanted to be specific. You weren’t counting, of course.

Now that you were fully awake, you decided to check all your socials, as you always did. Somehow you always ended up on Jacks instagrams, both his personal and his private one. You felt a sense of honor knowing he hadn’t blocked you yet, maybe it was just you being hopeful but that had to be a good sign right? You noticed he had been eerily inactive lately, so you went to Urbans instagram to see if he had posted anything while you were asleep. He had posted an instagram story of Jack performing, which wasn’t abnormal but somehow still felt like a punch in the gut. You set your phone face down so you wouldn’t have to stare at your lock screen for the millionth time. You decided to brush your teeth before doing anything else for the day, sometimes even brushing your teeth was a memory that hurt. You remembered all the times you’d stand at the sink together, talking while one of you listened, brushing your teeth before bed or before a big event.

Everything hurt, and you thought of him in every inch of every room.

You weren’t sure why you were taking the breakup so hard, considering you were the one who initiated the conversation, you just didn’t expect this outcome. You should have been mentally prepared for anything, at least that’s the excuse you told yourself. You had taken some time off of work, understandably so and you decided to go home to see your family.

Everything was so unknown and strange right now, and you honestly just wanted to be around people who cared about you.

You knew they’d all have a ton of questions, you hadn’t come home without Jack in years but at this point you just needed to talk to someone, you wanted to talk to your mom, vent to her and cry. Your best friend was going to meet you at the airport at home, she was the only person who knew about what was going on and you wanted some support.

You had stood on your tip-toes, grabbing your luggage bag from the top shelf with a jump, causing the things around it to come crashing down, when a small blue box landed on your foot. You looked down to see a small square box, your heart started to beat faster and you felt your entire body get hot. You bent down to pick up the box, opening it to see your dream wedding ring and matching band inside.

Your breath hitched as you shut the box, dropping it on the ground beside you.

“No, no, no, no” was all you could say as you fell to your knees, you hadn’t fully processed the breakup and now you were mourning a marriage that never got to happen. You couldn’t breathe, think or speak, the emotional pain making your chest tight. It was hard to swallow, you could feel the panic attack taking over, your entire body felt flushed. You were laying on the closet floor in fetal position clutching a stuffed animal that had fallen earlier with the ring box, you remembered Jack winning it for you at one of the state fairs you had attended together on one of his tours. You felt everything go black, you had passed out momentarily, only waking up to the sound of your phone again.

This time it was your best friend, you answered to her worried voice.

“Hello, are you okay? I’ve been calling you the last two hours. Are you still coming tomorrow?”

You sniffled “Jack…he had a ring.”

She was silent for a moment and you started to cry again, she could hear you swallowing hard, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry. You need to come tonight, I’ll go pick you up.”

You knew she was right and agreed, packing as much as you could and changing your flight to the last red-eye of the night.

The entire ride to the airport was a blur, you didn’t even remember going through TSA. You were on autopilot the entire way home, and the next thing you remembered was embracing your best friend in the airport. The warmth of her hug was enough to make you burst into tears for what felt like the millionth time in the last two weeks.

The entire drive back to her house was spent in silence, you weren’t uncomfortable with it though, being in her presence was all you needed.

“Can you sleep with me tonight?” You sniffled as you slid into bed, the extra one she had in her guest room.

She smiled, “of course” she shut the light off and climbed into bed beside you.

“You know, I think I’ll love him forever” you whispered to her before you cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of your best friend making breakfast, you hoisted yourself out of bed and sat in front of her at her kitchen island.

“Good morning” she smiled as she gave you a plate of food. “I know you haven’t been eating, so you need to” she said sternly and you half smiled, nodding as you knew she was right.

“Does he know you’re here?” She asked regretfully as you finished your plate of food.

“Nope” you sighed, running your hands through your messy hair and throwing it up in a sloppy bun. “He won’t answer any of my texts or calls.”

She scoffed “what a pussy.” You shot her a look and she laughed “sorry, I’m just annoyed at him. After all this time, he can’t even answer a call?”

“I guess when you don’t love someone anymore you can just pretend they don’t exist” you shrugged as you set your dirty dish in the sink. “I’m going to go take a shower before we go see everyone okay?” She nodded, giving you an apologetic smile.

When you saw your family, it took every ounce of energy you had to not cry. Your mom could sense something was wrong immediately and you didn’t want to talk about it the second you saw her, so you embraced her instead. She looked over at your best friend who gave her a sympathetic nod.

“Wanna talk about it?” Your mom sighed and you shrugged “not right away, if that’s okay?”

“Lets eat first” she smiled as you and your best friend walked inside, there was a lot to catch up on even without Jack being the topic of conversation and you were excited to see your family. You talked, and laughed for the first time in days.

“We should get a picture of all of us!” Your mom suggested and your best friend immediately stood up to take it. She had set a timer so that way she could be in a few of them too, she immediately posted a photo or two to her instagram story, knowing exactly what she was doing.

You had explained to your mom that you and Jack had broken up, sparing her the details of the ring and all that was said, knowing you needed at least one good night before giving her all of the heartbreaking details of it all. She agreed to let you explain it to her another night, especially when you let her know you hadn’t bought a returning flight and you weren’t sure if you were ever going back to your shared home with Jack.

When you arrived back at your best friends house, you had checked your phone for what felt like the first time today and you saw that you had several missed calls and a few texts from Jack.

You went home? Did you already tell your family?

I know I’m asking a lot of you, but talk to me.

Please don’t ignore me. I’m sorry we haven’t talked, but I finally have a minute.

Your eyes widened, and you turned to your best friend. “You posted somewhere didn’t you?”

She smirked at you “you’re welcome, but please let him squirm. At least until tomorrow?”

You laughed, knowing she was right even though you were dying to talk to him. “Take my phone? I don’t trust myself.”

She laughed and caught your phone mid-air before telling you goodnight, “do you want me to sleep with you tonight?”

You shot her a smile “I think I’ll be fine. I’ll see you in the morning though, I love you.”

“I love you too, but if you come try to steal your phone from me in the middle of the night, I’m going to hit you with my bedside baseball bat, so just beware!” She chuckled as she shut your bedroom door.

You had trouble sleeping the entire night, you tossed and turned, and couldn’t get comfortable. You were stressed about the conversation that awaited you. You were also frustrated and annoyed that I took an instagram post from your best friend to make him talk to you, considering he had been dodging every text and call from you for the last two weeks.

When you woke up the next morning you woke up to a loud knock on your bedroom door, and when you sleepily opened it you saw Jack standing there in front of you. Your best friend stood behind him, handing you your phone, “it’s not like I could warn you” she sighed as you took it from her and gave her the okay to leave you alone with him.

“I’ll be back in an hour” she said sternly and you nodded.

Jack walked into the room and you sat down on the bed. “Why are you here? I mean, why now?”

He sighed as he stood in front of you “You’ve never come home without me, since we starting dating. I guess seeing you here without me just made it really real.”

“You telling me that you didn’t love me anymore didn’t make it real for you?” You scoffed, the bitterness leaking out of you.

He looked at the ceiling, releasing a heavy sigh “I deserve that.”

“I deserve an explanation for that” you said quietly and he turned to you, with a sad look on his face.

“You do, and I’ve done a lot of thinking the last two weeks.”

You looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Y/N, I feel like we’ve been avoiding this for a long time and me saying I didn’t love you anymore was me taking the easy way out and I’m sorry because that isn’t fair to either of us.”

“Avoiding what?” You threw your hands up in the air.

“Breaking up! I just thought maybe the both of us had gotten so used to being together that we didn’t know how to be without each other.” He was trying to avoid making eye contact with you, and you hated it.

“Do you still love me?” You asked, a lump in your throat, hoping you wouldn’t regret asking.

“Y/N…” his voice was shaky. “ We both know this isn’t going to work.”

“Answer me” you begged.

“I will always love you, but we can’t keep doing this” his lips quivered.

You didn’t understand how he could walk away, breaking your heart like it was nothing, like the past few years meant nothing to him.

“Where is this coming from? I don’t understand Jack” you started to cry, unable to control your emotions any longer.

“ When I first brought this up, you sounded like you were afraid I was going to leave you and then you changed your tune so quickly, blurting out that you didn’t love me anymore. You’re right that wasn’t fair to me.”

Jack was still standing in front of you, as you sat on the bed. “ I don’t have time to nurture this relationship anymore, you aren’t my main focus and that’s what really isn’t fair to you” he said, still avoiding your gaze. He didn’t want to see your tearful eyes.

You stood up in front of him with your arms folded across your chest, “tell me, is there someone else?”

He finally looked at you, hurt in his eyes, his voice was shaky “No? Why would you even think that?”

“This doesn’t make any sense to me otherwise Jack! It would be easier if there was someone else! If you love me and I love you then whats the issue baby?”

You hadn’t even noticed that the word “baby” had slipped out, but he did and it made his chest hurt.

“The issue is that I just don’t have time for you, for us anymore. I don’t want you to wait around for years for me to commit to you when you know I can’t do that.”

“Why can’t you?” You were growing more and more annoyed as the conversation continued.

“I can’t marry you when my career is barely taking off, you know that. We’ve had this conversation so many times.”

“Why do you have a ring then?” You blurted out, without even thinking about it. You were mentally asking yourself what you had to lose at this point.

Jacks face became flushed, “a ring?” He looked like he could’ve passed out right there.

“I found it when I was packing to come here. Is it your ring?” You were trying not to yell, but you really wanted to. You had spent years of your life loving, supporting, nurturing and tending to this man, all for him to abruptly abandon you and it didn’t add up.

“Y/N…” he sat down on the bed, grabbing your hand to sit beside him.

His icy blue eyes that once provided you with so much comfort were about to break your heart again, for the final time.

“That ring is Drama’s. He asked me to hold it for him, and I just put it on the top of the closet for safe keeping. You were never meant to see that. I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you.” His lips quivered as he continued.

“I love you Y/N and I’ll always have love for you. You’ve always been here for me and supported me through everything but we both know you’re not meant for this.” He sighed and you couldn’t understand where he was coming from, not now and not ever. You had spent the last few years picturing a life with him, kids with him, a marriage with him. He knew that, so hearing him say anything otherwise was almost insulting.

“If we get married, we will have an ugly divorce. I can see us 5-10 years from now. You’d resent me“ You went to speak but Jack only shook his head, and you let him continue.

“I’m always going to be too busy to help with the kids, I’ll miss out on soccer games, ballet recitals, or whatever they decide. I’m going to forget important dates, I mean think about your birthday? I was here but I was never present. You deserve to be with someone who’s playing an active role in your life, and can give you all the things you want and the things you need from a partner” He was crying, and you hated how much you loved him. You instinctively wiped his tears and he cracked a half-smile. “You still want to take care of me, even right now. Do you not see that you deserve more than this?”

You silently nodded, waiting for him to say something else. He didn’t speak, he just watched as light in your eyes darkened.

“I want you. I don’t care about any of that. I just want to be with you” you held his hands, afraid he’d pull away but a sense of relief waved over you when he didn’t.

“You do care about those things. All you’ve ever talked about was being a mother and a wife and I physically can’t give you that, not now and who knows if ever.” He was crying now, harder than he had before and his chest rose and fell rapidly. The two of you eventually laying back, beside one another.

You scooted into his chest as the two of you cried, eventually falling asleep together one last time.

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megxplryxb · 2 years

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Till the Bitter End

Pairings: Pete Dunne x fem!reader

Disclaimer: Gif is not mine.

You had one purpose tonight and that was to get drunk and forget everything that had went on. Liv on the other hand, she was determined to find you a guy at the club. You had been so down lately and she wanted to cheer you up. You weren't really interested in anyone at the moment. Well, you were interested in someone, but he was the reason you wanted to get drunk. You wanted to forget him and pretend that you and him never happened. After all, that's what he told you to do.

"Girl, you look so hot." Liv said as you both got ready in her bathroom. She was right. You did look hot and you knew it. The tight black dress you were wearing complimented your body in all the right ways. It was more revealing than what you were used to but still tame compared to Liv's skin coloured dress.

"Every guy is gonna want to fuck your brains out tonight." She nudged grinning at you as you shot her a look.

"I don't even want to look at a guy tonight, I'm just gonna flirt with my good friend alcohol." You stated as she shook her head. You were glad you didn't have to report to the performance centre tomorrow as you planned on watching trash tv while riding out the hangover.

"I'm getting you laid tonight one way or the other." Liv stated arrogantly handing you a shot as her phone vibrated.

"Oh shit." Liv muttered looking at her phone screen and then at you.

"What?" You questioned as you saw the look on her face.

"It's from Tyler. They're in town." She stated as your stomach churned. This was the last thing you needed tonight.

"Is he with them?" You questioned looking straight in to the mirror as she nodded.

"Yeah, Pete's with them. Tyler just gave us a heads up to say that they're out." She confessed as you stood silent for a moment before quickly downing the shot Liv had left on the sink for you earlier. You were grateful that Tyler was concerned enough about you to text Liv and tell you that Pete was out but he wasn't stopping you tonight.

"Ok, I'm ready, let's go." You said fixing your hair and grabbing your handbag.

"Are you sure you, I'm totally cool with staying in if you want to?" Liv asked, her mood quickly changing now that she knew the guys were in Orlando. She had been worried about you and knew you were hurting ever since you and Pete had broken things off. Liv had been your rock but you knew she needed a night out and tonight you weren't going to let her down. Pete didn't get to ruin tonight for you or Liv.

"I was going to have to face him at some stage. Now is as good a time as any." You shrugged trying not to look bothered. Truth is, you didn't know how you felt about seeing him again so soon. The last time you had seen Pete, he had broken your heart and flew back to England to be with his girlfriend of four years. You had felt so betrayed but really you had no right to be. You were the other woman, not her. But it didn't stop you from hurting or feeling sick or wanting him. You weren't a cheat, you were never that type of girl but Pete had made you feel things that you had never felt before and you were sure that he had felt the same about you, not that he'd ever say it. He rarely said anything.

You were attracted to him from the moment you had seen him wrestle at the UK tournament. You weren't there live but you had watched it with some of the others from NXT back in Orlando. While the other girls drooled over Tyler, Pete was your pick from the start. You were bummed that he hadn't won the tournament but then you heard that he had signed a contract with WWE. You quickly befriended Tyler and Trent but Pete, he was an asshole to you from the very beginning. You butted heads constantly but really you were never sure why he disliked you so much. In the end you challenged him because you knew how to wind him up, say all the right things to make him mad and get under his skin. You weren't afraid of him and he knew it, you almost felt he enjoyed the back chat you gave him because no one else dared to speak to him the way you did.

William Regal had taken notice of you and Pete's hostile relationship and ordered the creative team to pair you up at some of the live events while you were on the road. He found it humorous that you and Pete didn't get along and loved that you stood your ground with Pete. Regal always liked how you carried yourself backstage, it was one of the main reasons you were the NXT Women's Champion, that and you were awesome in the ring.

You wondered if things between you and Pete would be different if Regal hadn't forced you to team together. That's where it started after all, this fucked up thing between you. Working with Pete was difficult at the start, he was awkward and standoffish whenever you tried to talk to him about your matches together and you couldn't understand what his problem was. Going over the matches with him was worse, he wasn't interested in any of your ideas or suggestions and he insulted your in ring ability constantly. The worst thing he had said to you was when you were trying to practice the match you had with Pete against Nikki Cross and Killian Dain in a few days at a live event. He had questioned your reason for being in the wrestling business and suggested that you were trying to get a role on Total Divas, something you had no desire to do at all. While you usually let his snide remarks go, that one had hurt and you had finally given up on the idea that you two could work as a team, even for a few short matches. You gave Nikki and Killian an apologetic look before exiting the ring. Too embarrassed to stick around, you headed straight for the locker room to grab your stuff.

"You're such a dick, England" You heard Killian say but you didn't bother looking back. Nikki caught up with you to make sure you were alright and you gave her a convincing answer before you exited the building and headed for the parking lot. You rolled your eyes seeing Pete leaning against your car with a guilty look on his face.

"I shouldn't ave said that ta ya." He admitted as you placed your gym bag in the boot before slamming it closed.

"You can tell Regal that us working together as a team won't be happening and while you're at it, you can take full responsibility too." You said ignoring his attempt at an apology.

"I know I took it too far, can we try sort this out?" He asked as you lost it.

"No! I'm done trying to talk to you and trying to work with you, I don't owe you shit." You spat. "You've been nothing but a jackass to me since the day we met and you know what, I can handle you being a prick about mostly anything but insulting my in ring abilities in front of our co-workers? That's where I draw the line."

"I didn't mean it." He said as you shook your head.

"I have worked my ass off for eleven years to get where I am today. How fucking dare you say I'm only here to get a place on some ridiculous tv show!"

"Look, I was wrong and I'm tryin' ta apologise ta ya." He said as you rolled your eyes. You could tell he wasn't great at apologising. This was probably his first time.

"Yeah well you can shove your pathetic excuse for an apology up your ass."

"Why are ya bein so difficult?" Pete growled getting frustrated.

"I'm being difficult? I'm not the one who won't go over a damn match! Christ Pete, I know we don't get along but I at least thought we could be professional with each other ." You said as he shook his head.

"Do you hate me that much that you won't even work with me?" You questioned as he huffed.

"No."

"Well then what is it?" You asked as silence filled the space between you. "Wow. Peter England, lost for words. Never thought I'd see the..." You managed to say before you felt his lips on yours. Your eyes widened as you broke the kiss.

"What are you..."

"Just shut the fuck up." He said crashing his lips on yours again pushing your slim body against your car. This time you didn't break the kiss. As much as you hated to admit it, in that moment, all you wanted was Pete, so you gave in and let it happen. While your tongues battled for dominance, he slid his rough hands around your waist and up the small of your back.

You jumped apart pushing each other away as you heard the performance centre door open.

"You two made up yet?" Killian yelled towards the car park as Pete ignored him, looking down at the ground. You tried to catch your breath and spoke relieved that Killian clearly hadn't seen what you were doing.

"Yeah, we're all good now." You said waving to him before placing a hand over your mouth as Killian went back inside.

"Wh..what was that?" You asked looking at him but he refused to look back. Instead he backed up and walked away.

"A mistake." He said finally remembering that he had a girlfriend waiting for him back in Birmingham.

You told no one what happened with Pete that night because, there wasn't really anything to tell, it was just a stupid kiss. A mistake like Pete said. You both got caught up in the moment and that was it. You avoided each other whenever possible but Regal was still intent on you teaming with Pete as well as Trent and Tyler to face Sanity. Those were the times you had no choice but to interact with him and god was it awkward.

Eventually it was set that Trent and Tyler would face Alexander Wolfe and Killian Dain for the NXT Tag titles at NXT Takeover Brooklyn while you and Pete would defend your UK and Women's titles in a mixed tag match against Eric Young and Nikki Cross. You and Pete were told to practice and train for the match a few weeks in advance and often stayed late at the Performance Centre to go over your moves and plans for the match. While going over some new moves with Pete that you wanted to try out he kissed you again and again, you gave in to him but you promised that after Takeover you'd stay away from each other because he didn't want to hurt his girlfriend. But then you found yourself lying naked underneath Pete on his locker room floor after successfully defending your championships at Takeover Brooklyn. You had only gotten backstage when he had dragged you towards his dressing room and began to undress you. You weren't sure if it was adrenaline or lust in Pete but you didn't stop it, you didn't want to. You couldn't avoid him or the want you were feeling for him any longer, in that moment you were his and you let him do whatever he pleased.

While you had both promised to end communication after Takeover, it never happened and instead it intensified. The sex was incredible and you could never recall a bad rendezvous with him. Your favourite sex sessions with Pete were when he'd return from England after weeks of not having you. You would be covered in bite marks and bruises the morning after but you didn't care. Pete loved marking your body, it turned him on knowing he caused them but he would never dare hurt you. The electricity between you and Pete was undeniable and it didn't take long for Liv and Tyler to start noticing the sexual tension between you when you were around each other. Pete wasn't overly careful in keeping his distance from you, in fact, he liked sneaking around with you backstage or anywhere he could get his hands on you. You didn't tell anyone about your relationship, if you could even call it that but eventually Liv and Tyler questioned you both and you didn't deny it. There was only so many excuses you could think of for being in each other's locker rooms or for Pete being in your apartment. You knew Pete had a girlfriend but you never spoke of her and neither did he. You almost felt like she was non-existent and that Pete was yours but deep down you knew the truth.

As you and Liv sat in the back of the cab you could feel every emotion build up inside of your body that you had felt for the past few weeks. As you approached the club you felt a sense of nervousness and began tapping your hands on your knees. You weren't ready to talk to him or even see him. This was a mistake. But you couldn't let Pete ruin your night. You looked hot and a part of you wanted him to see you, see you look the way you did to show him what he was missing. You hated yourself for even wanting Pete to see you dressed like this, when it came to men you usually didn't act this way but you'd never met anyone like him.

Finally the cab pulled up outside the busy club. You jumped out and paid the driver as you waited for Liv to exit. You took a deep breath as she gave your hand a squeeze. "You ready?" Liv asked winking at you.

"As I'll ever be." You said sarcastically entering the club.

"The NXT guys are in the VIP section." Liv said pointing to a secluded corner. After getting some drinks you made your way to join the rest of the group. You scanned through everyone and It didn't take you long to see him sitting between Tyler and Trent. He was looking down at the table seemingly uninterested in whatever the guys were talking about. Your heart hurt seeing him and you hated that he looked so good. He always looked good.

"Ladies, we saved you some seats!" You heard Kyle O' Reilly yell excitedly. Pete's head shot up quickly as he heard your name being mentioned. You looked away from him not wanting to make eye contact.

"Thanks handsome!" Liv said hugging Kyle before taking a seat.

"You've got two choices." Kyle said smiling at you.

"Is that so?" You questioned folding your arms.

"You can either sit here or there." Kyle flirted pointing to a chair and then at his knee. You laughed.

"I think I'll take the chair." You said taking a seat beside Liv.

"No one ever chooses the knee." Kyle said defeated. You patted him on the knee giving him a sympathetic look as he took a seat beside you. You could see a bitter look on Pete's face the moment you had touched Kyle.

Tyler waved across the table at you, you smiled back and gave him a small wave. You really hated that he was in the middle of everything.

"You look beautiful tonight." Kyle whispered in your ear.

"Honestly I can hardly breathe in this dress and my feet are already killing me but thank you." You said smiling at him. You continued talking to Kyle as the rest of the Undisputed Era joined you but suddenly you were nudged in the side by Liv.

"He's so jealous." She whispered to you as you looked confused taking a drink.

"What?" You asked as she moved her head towards Pete who was gritting his teeth.

"He hasn't taken his eyes off of you since you walked in and he looks like he's about to rip Kyle's head off." Liv laughed as you remained silent. You didn't know why Pete would be jealous of Kyle, he had made it perfectly clear that you meant nothing to him.

"You should totally go home with Kyle tonight, he's so in to you." Liv said as you shook your head. "No. I would be doing it for all the wrong reasons." You confessed. Kyle was a sweetheart but you weren't over Pete and you wouldn't dare use Kyle to get over someone else.

A while later you decided to go to the bathroom to fix your make up. As you got up you took a slight wobble and fell straight in to Kyle's lap as he quickly grabbed your waist to stop you from falling further.

"I'm so sorry Kyle, I told you these heels were a death trap!" You said laughing trying to stand up again.

"Hey, you aren't the first girl to fall for me." He joked as you fixed your dress.

"Thanks for not letting me fall on my face." You said giving him a small hug before making your way to the bathroom. As you passed by, you could see Pete's head following your movements but you didn't give him any attention and instead kept walking.

After you had adjusted your make up you took a deep breath looking at yourself in the mirror. A part of you wanted to go home, Liv would be fine with the NXT guys and girls but you didn't want Pete to think you were leaving because of him, you were too stubborn for that. Deciding against calling a cab, you exited the bathroom not noticing Pete waiting for you on the other side of the door.

"Avin' fun are ya?" He asked in an angry tone as you froze. You knew his voice, you still heard it in your head every night when you struggled to sleep. You knew from past experiences that you should have just kept walking but you always had difficulty walking away from him. Now was no exception.

"More than you anyway." You replied referring to his moody exterior before attempting to leave.

"Yeah actin' like a slut looks like so much fun." He said sarcastically as you stopped in your tracks.

"Excuse me?" You said turning on your heels to face him.

"Saw ya fallin' on top of O'Reilly, making a show of yaself. How much ave ya had to drink?" He asked as you laughed.

"Much less than you by the looks of it." You answered as he smirked at you.

"Still the same mouthy girl ya always were." He said attempting to cup your face.

"Don't touch me! You don't get to do that anymore." You said coldly moving back from him. As much as it killed you to say, you couldn't bear him touching you anymore. It made you weak and you couldn't show weakness around Pete now.

"How long ave ya been fuckin' him?" Pete questioned referring to Kyle.

"Are you serious?".

"Do I look like I'm jokin'?"

"You're fucking unbelievable." You said turning away disgusted.

"Just tell me how long, a week, two weeks, a month?" Pete asked grabbing your wrist but not hard enough to hurt you. He wasn't that stupid and Pete had never hurt you physically. You considered lying to him and telling him you had been sleeping with Kyle just to see his reaction but you were sick of lying. There were too many lies told already.

"I haven't been sleeping with him or anybody. Not that it's any of your damn business." You spat pulling your hand away from him.

"You are my business love." He said moving towards you again as rage filled your body.

"I am nothing to you!" You said pushing him backwards.

"Everythin' alright?" Tyler asked walking towards you putting an arm around your shoulder sensing how uncomfortable you were.

"Fine mate. Just chattin' shit." Pete said taking once last glance at you before walking back to his seat.

"You ok bab?" Tyler asked as you began to tear up.

"Everything is just so fucked up, I should never have went near him." You said as Tyler pulled you close.

"It'll all be ok. I promise." The former UK Champion reassured you as he took you out for some air. Tyler handed you a tissue as you chuckled.

"Thanks Ty. I'm sorry you've been dragged in to all of this." You said as he shrugged.

"I've made a fair few mistakes myself, I don't judge anyone." He said as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Why is he such a jerk?" You asked as Tyler let out a chuckle.

"Because he's Pete. It's who he's always been." Tyler answered.

"I hate him."

"You miss him.

"No I don't." You lied.

"He misses you too." Tyler stated as you raised your head immediately wanting to know more.

"I've caught him checkin' your twitta and Instagram a few times, lookin' at ya pictures and stuff." He said as you sighed.

"He can't have it every way Tyler. I gave him a choice and he chose to stay with her." You said as a tear escaped down your cheek.

"D'ya love him?" Tyler asked as you took a breath and nodded a yes.

"I wish I didn't. This wasn't meant to happen."

You and Tyler talked for another while before going back inside to the others. You made him swear not to tell Pete about what you had just admitted to him because it would do not good.

A while later you and Liv made your way to the packed dancefloor where some of the other NXT stars were already dancing. You had been dancing with Liv for several minutes before Kyle made his way towards you. You begged Liv to stay but she moved away to dance with Aliyah before giving you a cheeky wink and a smirk. You would feel awful for not dancing with Kyle so you gave in. You felt Kyle's hands on your hips as you had your back to him. It was then you saw Pete staring at you from the bar. Turning your body back around to face Kyle he pushed you close to him as you tried to ease off. "Can I kiss you?" He asked leaning in as you shook your head. "I don't think that's a good idea, you're drunk." You said as he laughed continuing to hold you. "I'd be too afraid to ask you if I was sober, it's just you're so beautiful." He said smiling at you. "I'm sorry Kyle, it's just not a good time right now." You said as he looked hurt. "Why not?" He asked as you tried to wriggle free from his grip. Before you could explain yourself, Pete was standing in front of you chest to chest with Kyle.

"Take ya arm off her before I break it mate." The bruiserweight warned as Kyle stood confused.

"Pete don't." You begged but he simply ignored your request.

"Chill out dude, we're just dancing." Kyle explained refusing to let you go.

"I already told ya ta get ya arm off 'er." Pete said not moving an inch.

"What's your problem man?" Kyle said squaring up to Pete as you tried to calm things down. "Kyle I think you should go back to the guys."

"My problem is you not takin' no for an answer." Pete replied catching your hand and pulling you behind him as the two men stared at each other. Your heart began to race seeing Pete begin to clench his fists. You wrapped an around his chest hoping that he would calm down but he continued to ignore you.

"She's single, what the fucks the problem? Oh I get it you're jealous." Kyle teased shoving Pete as the UK Champion completely lost it and connected his fist with Kyle's jaw. You tried to step in between them but before you could properly intervene, the two men had tackled each other to the ground, Pete immediately getting the upper hand and punching Kyle in the stomach and then in the face again. You called for Trent and Tyler who were sitting in the VIP section with some of the other NXT wrestlers. You knew you couldn't break it up alone but you tried your best to pull Pete off of him.

"Pete stop!" You begged trying to grab his arm as Tyler, Trent, Adam and Bobby finally approached the area and pulled Pete and Kyle apart. Pete tried to get free but Trent held him back.

"Enough!" Trent yelled.

"You're fucking crazy dude!" Kyle shouted to Pete as Trent and Tyler tried to pull him away from the scene.

"Don't eva touch her again ya hear me! I'll fuckin' kill ya! " Pete warned Kyle as you followed the three brits outside.

"You alright babe?" Tyler asked pulling you in for a hug. You just shook your head unable to speak.

"What the fuck was that about?" Trent asked as you looked at Pete. He looked at you for a second before hanging his head.

"Nothin'. Doesn't fuckin' matter." Pete muttered.

"Well why'd ya give him a batterin' then?" Trent questioned.

"Cause he's a fuckin' twat." Pete growled getting angry again.

"Oh and that justifies it does it?" Trent asked sarcastically.

"Trent just leave it man yeah?" Tyler pleaded.

"I'll fuckin' kill ya if our names get dragged in to this Peter!" Trent warned getting in to Pete's face.

"Fuck off." Pete growled once more.

"Guys please stop." You pleaded to them both.

"This is just as much your fault as it is his I bet!" Trent pointed at you angrily as Tyler pushed him.

"Don't talk to her like that man." Tyler warned Trent.

"Well it's obviously because of her he fuckin' hit him!" Trent argued.

"Leave her out of this." Pete screamed aggressively.

"I didn't ask him to hit Kyle, Trent. I didn't ask for any of this!" You cried as Trent held his hands up. You weren't really angry at Trent, it had happened because of you but you didn't ask for it.

"Alright, I'm sorry, I just thought you two were over."

"We are over." You admitted not bearing to see the friends argue any longer. "Me and Pete, we're done." You admitted looking at Trent. Pete looked at you, almost hurt by your words. But it was the truth, you were over and had been for weeks. It's not that you wanted to be over, you just didn't want to be the other woman any longer.

"Then why did you fuckin' hit him Pete?" Trent asked shaking his head in frustration.

"Doesn't fuckin' matter. Like she said, it's over." Pete said as Trent laughed sarcastically.

"If it was really over between you two, you wouldn't have done what you did in there." Trent said squaring up to Pete. "Sort your shit out and pray Hunter doesn't hear about this." He warned before entering the club again. Tyler looked at you protectively as you nodded your head.

"Tyler its fine, I need to talk to him, if you see Liv, tell her I'm going home ." You requested kissing Tyler on the cheek as he nodded and reluctantly went back inside.

It was quiet for a moment between you as you gave him a chance to speak but he said nothing.

"So you're just not talking now?" You asked as Pete shook his head and began to walk away.

"I've got nothin' ta say." He replied louder than before putting his hands in his pockets.

"Well I've got plenty, what the fuck was that in there?" You yelled as your heels clapped along on the wet pavement following Pete who was still huffing and kicking anything he could find on the ground. You'd never seen him like this before. You'd seen him angry but this was different.

"Pete!" You shouted grabbing his arm as you finally caught up to him. "What the hell is wrong with you? You could lose your job over what you did in there, do you know that?" You questioned.

"I won't. I run the UK division love, they'd be nothin' without me." He answered smugly.

"Everyone is expendable Pete, even you." You replied folding your shoulders. "You need to apologise to Kyle."

"For what, forcin' himself on ya?" He spat.

"He was a little drunk that's all." You shrugged.

"So fuckin' what, ya told him ta back off an he didn't. Prick got what he deserved." Pete growled.

"You didn't have to hit him, I had it under control!" You argued as he chuckled sarcastically.

"Yeah it really looked like it was going great for ya." He said rolling his eyes.

"Why'd you do it Pete?"

"Cause he asked for it."

"No he didn't. He was just a guy who was dancing with a girl and tried his luck but got turned down." You said as he remained silent.

"Would you have hit him if it was Liv or Nikki or Toni? Or was it just because it was me?" You questioned as he put his hands on his head. "Pete..."

"I just lost it alright! His hands were all over ya and I just fuckin' lost it."

"Why?"

"Because I couldn't stand seein' him touch ya." He growled as you sighed.

"So Kyle was right, you were jealous?" You asked as he shot you a look and snarled. "Yes or no Pete it's a simple question."

"Alright, I was fuckin' jealous, ya 'appy now?" He spat as you shook your head letting tears stream down your cheeks.

"No, I'm not fucking happy. I've been fucking miserable since we ended things!"

"You ended things between us not me!" He roared pointing at you.

"Because you picked her!" You yelled slapping his hand away from your face as everything went silent for a moment.

"You don't get to be jealous Pete. Not of Kyle or anyone else that comes in to my life from now on. I'm not yours, you made that perfectly clear when you chose to stay with your girlfriend. You're the one who told me to forget about you and that's what I've been trying to do." You sighed as he leaned against a car.

"Well maybe I can't forget about ya." He confessed.

"Well you don't have a choice because I'm not ok with being just a road fuck." You stated as he shook his head and laughed.

"What?" You asked as he rubbed his chin still laughing sarcastically.

"Ya think that's all ya were ta me, a road fuck?" He questioned as you sighed. You had enough of this conversation, you had enough of tonight. You were done.

"I don't know what I was to you Peter but whatever we were, clearly wasn't enough to make you pick me." You replied holding out your hand to hail a cab that was just pulling in. "Do me a favour? Stay away from me at the NXT tapings, then go back to Birmingham to your girlfriend and get out of my life for good." You stated opening the cab door and getting in not bothering to look back at the man you loved.

Pete stood watching you get into the cab and out of his life. He swallowed hard before turning around to see Tyler shaking his head.

"Ya such a dickhead." Tyler claimed as Pete sat on the curb resting his head in his hands. "Ya just goin' ta let her go then?" He questioned as Pete shrugged.

"She doesn't want anythin' ta do with me."

"Ya really don't know women mate." Tyler huffed putting a hand on the shoulder of the UK Champion. "All she wants is you."

"An she told ya that did she?" Pete asked sarcastically.

"She did actually. She told me somethin' else and all." Tyler said as Pete turned his head to look at him. "But I promised her I wouldn't tell ya." He said as Pete's eyes widened. "Tell me."

"I can't."

"Bate..." Pete warned.

"She'll kill me if I tell ya."

"And I'll kill ya if ya don't." Pete threatened as Tyler remained silent.

"Tyler I swear ta god!" The Bruiserweight yelled in frustration.

"Alright, she loves ya. She's in love with ya mate." Tyler confessed as Pete sat in silence trying to take in what he had just heard.

"Sh...she loves me?" He asked as Tyler nodded a yes. "When did she..."

"Tonight after ye argued outside the bathroom." Tyler said as Pete rose to his feet and began walking down the street.

"Pete!" Tyler shouted as Pete looked back. "Don't hurt her or it'll be me killin' you." Tyler warned as Pete nodded and continued to walk.

You thanked the driver for getting you home so quickly and handed him his cab fare before running into your building as the Orlando skies opened up and rain began to pour. You took off your heels getting in to the elevator as your feet were killing you. You leaned against the cold wall of the lift answering the multiple texts Liv had sent you since you had left the club. You reassured her you were fine and told her to enjoy the rest of her night. Once you got to your apartment, you towel dried your hair and got in to pyjama shorts and a tshirt. You turned on the tv before going to the fridge for some non-alcoholic beverage. That's when you heard a knock on the door.

"It's me... can ya open tha door please? I'm kinda wet." Pete begged as you bit your lip. You weren't sure you could handle seeing him again tonight. You had just asked him to stay away from you after all, what part of that did he not understand?

"I don't want ta fight." He said gently. You sighed reluctantly unlocking the door to see a soaked Peter England standing in front of you.

"Did you walk here from the club in that monsoon outside?"

"I might ave." He said as you rolled your eyes making your way to your bedroom to rummage in your closet pulling out a towel and some old clothes.

"Why?" You questioned walking back towards your living room again to face him.

"I just needed ta see ya." He said lowering his head to meet yours. You wanted so badly to wrap your arms around him but instead you took a breath and stepped back.

"Here take these. You're lucky you still had some stuff here." You said taking a seat on the arm of your couch.

"I'm lucky ya didn't chuck it all out ya mean." Pete said as he began to undress in front of you and changed into the warmer clothes. You weren't expecting him to change in front of you considering you had no relationship anymore but Pete didn't seem to hesitate and began whipping off his top and bottoms quickly. You looked down at your living room floor not wanting to stare at his body any more than you already had. You were sure your hands had trailed every part of his body when you were in bed with him all of those times but you quickly shook those thoughts from your mind as Pete finished dressing.

"That feels better." He said smiling at you. Pete smiling was a rarity in itself but it always made your heart skip a beat when he did it. No. You had to stop thinking about him like that.

"So what are you doing here?" You asked sternly.

"I just couldn't leave things like that between us."

"Why not? There was nothing left to say. We both said everything that needed to be said." You said walking to your kitchen. You could never stand still around Pete, he always made you feel so nervous even in your own home.

"That's not true though is it?" Pete challenged staring straight at you.

"What are you talking about?"

"You tell me?" He invited, following you to the kitchen.

"Tell you what exactly?" You asked leaning against the kitchen counter folding your arms.

"That ya love me." He stated as you left out a small chuckle and shook your head.

"You're out of your mind."

"Am I?"

Yeah you are. Of course I don't love you." You said denying that there was any truth to his claim. But you were a shitty liar and he could see straight through you.

"Except that I know ya do." He said standing in front of you.

"I... I don't."

"Ya such a bad liar." He said smirking.

"I don't fucking love you Pete, so just drop it ok!" You said trying to push by him but he refused to let you pass until he heard what he wanted to hear. You sighed and gave in shaking your head from side to side.

"Fuck sake, I should never have opened my mouth to Tyler, I should have known he'd blab to you." You confessed defeated.

"So ya do love me?"

"Did he also tell you that I wished I didn't?" You challenged as Pete looked hurt by your remark.

"How long ave ya felt...."

"It doesn't matter." You answered cutting him off.

"It does ta me."

"Well it shouldn't."

"Why not."

"Because."

"Because why?"

"BECAUSE YOU MADE YOUR CHOICE AND IT WASN'T ME!" You yelled. "Do you find all of this entertaining Pete? Do you enjoy torturing me?" You shouted. "You want me to say it? Fine, I fell in love with you, I am in love with you and I hate myself for it! I hate myself for wanting you and for sleeping with someone else's boyfriend over and over again and you know what the worst part of it is? I'm not sorry at all because what I had with you? What we had... made me so fucking happy and I know you felt it too!" You shouted pointing at Pete as he tried to touch you but you pushed him away again.

"I hate you. I hate how you make me feel and I hate that you picked her over me." You cried moving again. "I didn't mean to fall in love with you, I didn't want to fall in love with you but I did and I'm trying to move on but its not easy when you show up everywhere!" You cried as he wrapped his arms around you.

"No, no don't fucking touch me!" You yelled trying to escape his grip but he refused to let go this time.

"Stop love...." He said hushing you running his hands up and down your arms. "Stop runnin' from me." He whispered cupping your face.

"Why wasn't I good enough for you?" You cried falling to the floor. Pete falling with you. He rubbed your hair as you leaned your head on his broad shoulder.

"Why do ya keep sayin' stuff like that?" He asked.

"Stuff like what?" You questioned looking at him.

"That you're not good enough for me and earlier when you said you were 'just a road fuck'."

"Because that's how I feel..."

"Ya were neva just a road fuck. Did ya eva think that maybe I thought I wasn't good enough for you?" He asked as you shook your head.

"No. I never thought like that." You said as he cleared his throat.

Look, I'm not good at talkin' about my feelin's or anythin' but...from the first moment I saw ya in tha performance center... I uh...."

"You what?"

"I uh... thought that.. you were um..."

"You thought...?"

"That ya were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen." He confessed as you smiled at him wiping a tear from your cheek. "I wanted ya from the moment I met ya and I knew I couldn't ave ya so I acted like a dick ta ya instead. I tried to avoid ya, tried ta ignore the fact that I was attracted ta ya but I'd get so pissed when otha guys would talk ta ya, flirt with ya, like Kyle did tonight. I couldn't take it. I wanted ya ta be mine, only mine." Pete admitted as you remained silent.

"I still want that ya know." He said as you looked at him and shook your head.

"Well I can't be the other woman anymore."

"I'm not askin' ya ta be." Pete said frowning at you as you looked at him confused.

"When ya asked me ta choose between ya both that night, I didn't want ta lose ya but I knew what I was doin' was wrong and I felt like I owed it ta her ta stay in the relationship. She'd stuck by me through so much, supported my career but now I know that in the end its not fair to stay wiv her when I'm in love wiv someone else. I can't stay away from ya anymore." He whispered looking directly at you. You swallowed hard as he cupped your face. This time you didn't push him away.

"You snuck up on me and I wasn't ready for it. I didn't even see it comin'." Pete whispered bending his head to meet yours as a small smile appeared on your face. "I want ya. Properly this time." The bruiserweight confessed kissing your knuckles as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. "Then I'm yours."

#pete dunne #world wrestling entertainment #wrestling fic #nxt #nxt wrestling #smackdown #wwe raw #fiction #pete dunne smut #pete dunne fanfic #pete dunne x reader #pete dunne imagine #butch wwe #bruiserweight

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rukbat3 · 30 days

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Babylon 5 Rewatch - Believers

This is a post I originally wrote several years ago for Mark Oshiro’s Mark Watches blog. I don’t really plan to edit them before posting, so there may be some references that don’t make sense. If you see words that look like gibberish, they are actually rot13, which was our way of discussing spoilers. There are plugins you can install to decode the text (Cryptext is the one I use), or you can copy/paste to rot13.com, or just ignore it.

This episode is my least favorite episode of anything ever. I’ve only watched it twice, and I refuse to ever watch it again, not even for Mark. I watched his video without syncing it up with the episode, and that will be the last time I ever even get that close. I think the reason I hate it so much, even more than other bad episodes of other things I’ve watched probably has something to do with how much I love Babylon 5 in general. The sense of betrayal is consequently greater. (It’s the same reason I hated 1984 so much.)

This episode asks me to believe that Dr. Franklin is wrong to want to want to cure this child, and that he ought to respect the parents’ beliefs, despite the fact that their beliefs are telling them that it’s okay to let their child die when there is a cure available. I understand that he’s not going to change the parents’ minds when this is such an ingrained part of their faith, but in my opinion, they’ve basically abdicated their right to make decisions for their son at this point anyway.

I admit that the issue is complicated by the fact that Shon himself rejects treatment, and it’s the only reason I can even partly forgive Sinclair for his decision, but the question nobody asks is whether Shon is even competent to give or withhold consent in this issue! How old is Shon anyway? He’s being asked to go against the wishes of his parents and the beliefs they have taught him. He knows they would at the very least cast him out. How would he live? Plus, he might lose his soul. How can he give informed consent in those circumstances?

So Dr. Franklin performs the surgery anyway, and Shon recovers! He seems like his old self, and he’s happy to be alive! Maybe his parents, seeing him all right, have even learned a lesson! AND THEN THEY KILL HIM ANYWAY. Let me say that again. THEY. KILL. THEIR. OWN SON.

That was the point when I completely wrote off this episode. It’s the thing I just can’t get over. There was a happy ending in sight, and then it turned into the most horrible ending imaginable. If Franklin had accepted Sinclair’s decision and Shon had died, I probably would have been able to live with it. If Shon had recovered, but his parents had abandoned him, I definitely would have accepted that ending. But not this one. THEY KILLED HIM. And I’ll never watch the episode again.

(Also, what happens if someone from their religion falls down and gets a scrape on the leg? Is that a death sentence too?)

Side note: I can’t believe the same person who wrote “The Trouble with Tribbles” also wrote this. How? The two things are so different, it’s totally inconceivable to me.

Favorite scene: Not applicable.

#babylon 5 rewatch #babylon 5 #b5 #believers

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bearsanpancakes · 9 months

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Mitsuki Izumi White Special Day! Rabbit Chat - Part 3: Thoughts on the campaign

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Tsumugi: Mitsuki-san, thank you for your hard work! Today is the official preparation for the entire campaign, thank you for helping out! Are you free right now?

Tsumugi: I’d like to talk to you about the songs you’ll be performing during the joint performance with Re:Vale and TRIGGER on White Day…! Sorry to disturb you while you’re exhausted!

Mitsuki: It’s alright! I’m already back at the dorms and resting in my room!

Mitsuki: Has our set list been decided?

Tsumugi: Yes! I talked about it a little the other day, but it has been decided that IDOLiSH7 will be performing “PARTY TIME TOGETHER”! MEZZO” is also planning to perform during the joint performance, so they will be performing “Koi no Kakera”.

Tsumugi: Whereas TRIGGER will be performing “Last Dimension”, and Re:Vale will perform “SILVER SKY”!

Mitsuki: Oh, I see!

Mitsuki: There are some lively songs within that set list, so it should be easy to hype the audience up, I’m looking forward to it!

Mitsuki: But the number of songs is still less than in past performances, we have to think of a way to compensate for that. I hope that the audience still enjoys the live despite the lesser amount of songs…

Tsumugi: Let’s see… even if the MC segment is accounted for, the entire performance’s run time is still significantly shorter.

Mitsuki: I want to do something to make sure that we can convey the message “I want to give back to all the fans since it’s White Day!”... I’ll try to think of something!

Tsumugi: Thank you! I’ll think about it too, and I’ll tell you if I have any ideas!

Mitsuki: It would be a great help!

Tsumugi: Also, it has been decided that artificial snow will be used for the special effects during the performance!

Mitsuki: Oh, snow! Speaking of snow, it reminds me that Nagi would look like an elegant painting whenever there’s snow around him.

Tsumugi: Nagi-san pairs well with snow…!

Mitsuki: He is of Scandinavian descent, after all. What about you, Manager? Who comes to your mind when snow is mentioned?

Tsumugi: Let’s see… other than Nagi-san…

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Choices:

Option 1 - I guess it would be Tamaki-san?

Mitsuki: I think he’d be the happiest if we were playing with snow. I can imagine Tamaki and Nagi’s excitement, even if the snow’s artificial lol

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Option 2 - I guess it would be Kujo-san?

Mitsuki: He is a modern-day angel after all. To be honest, I think feathers that are meant for dancing fit him better, but thinking about his cold attitude, I think that snow may also fit him well lol

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Option 3 - I guess it would be Yuki-san?

Mitsuki: Like a Mille-feuille [1]…? No way! (lol)

Mitsuki: But I can instantly imagine Yuki-san standing by the beach during the winter season, so I think it kind of suits him. Has he ever acted in a movie with a scene like that?

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Mitsuki: I look forward to witnessing the artificial snow!

Mitsuki: Doesn’t matter if it’s snow or confetti, they glitter once the stage light lands on them. It’s super pretty!

Tsumugi: I truly understand! I believe that it must look lovely from the audience’s seats too!

Mitsuki: Tamaki really likes those things! Things that flutter gently in the air, I mean.

Tsumugi: He has mentioned that before! Do you have a favorite stage effect then, Mitsuki-san?

Mitsuki: I like ones with an idol feel to them! So I guess I’d say lasers? The smoke effect and bubbles are pretty interesting, but we have to be careful if Riku’s also around.

Tsumugi:

Mitsuki: Alright! I’m starting to get pumped up for the live performance!

Mitsuki: Let’s do our best together, Manager!

Mitsuki:

Tsumugi: Okay! Let’s do our best!

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: Thank you for chatting with me late into the night! Please rest well!

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Part 3 end

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[1] - This is a pun with a long explanation. Please feel free to skip this if you don’t really care about the context lol

The original text reads “千层雪糕”, which translates to “Thousand layered ice cream”; otherwise known as Mille-feuille.

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Mille-feuille is a layered pastry, and its name means “(a) thousand sheets”.

Yuki’s name (千) means both snow and a thousand.

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With that knowledge in mind:

The first word, “千”, means a thousand, which is also Yuki’s name.

The third word, “雪”, means snow, which is what Mitsu and Tsumugi were discussing, and is also Yuki’s name.

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So in conclusion: The pun plays on the double meaning of Yuki’s name (“a thousand” and “snow”) and ties it in with Mille-feuille, known as a “thousand (Yuki) layered ice (Yuki & snow) cream”.

#idolish7 #idolish 7 #ainanatl #mitsuki izumi #white special day!#I spent half an hour trying to figure out how to explain that pun

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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 2 months

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In My Head, I'm Yours

Chapter 8: Wish I Could Stop Writing Us

AO3

A/N: only one chapter left after this one!!

Annabeth had decided her waterproof mascara was definitely worth the money. She had spent the last half hour crying and not a single black tear streak. She was able to dab her makeup and reapply some concealer no one would know she had just been dumped.

Well, not dumped exactly since they were dating but not dating apparently.

The worst part was Percy was right. If she had been brave enough to open her heart, she could’ve had him. He was right there, laying it all out in front of her. For fuck’s sake he wrote her a song! And she had ignored it.

She let him walk out of her life.

But she couldn’t dwell on it now. She had a graduation to attend.

In the weeks after, Annabeth threw herself into her new job. It was familiar, avoiding reality by letting work take over her life.

When Thalia updated her about Delphi, she nodded silently along and offered no comment. They were in California now. She pretended not to know exactly where they were when Thalia updated her but Annabeth had been stalking Delphi’s fan-run updates twitter.

Her roommates must’ve known something was wrong but they didn’t pry. At least, not yet. Annabeth had a pattern. Throwing herself into work, avoiding everyone while she sorted through her feelings/thoughts, and eventually making a plan.

Thalia and Leo knew interrupting that process only meant a fight. Annabeth would lash out. She worked better alone. She always had.

You don’t have to do everything alone. That’s what Percy had told her.

The day they made cookies together. She couldn’t remember how it had come up. But she had made it so she had to be alone. Annabeth couldn’t admit she needed someone. She needed Thalia. And Leo. And Jason. Piper was quickly becoming a good friend too. Unless she had ruined that too.

She needed Percy more than any of them. Every day she felt his absence. She’d want to turn to him and say something before remembering he wasn’t there. She couldn’t text him. She couldn’t see him. She couldn’t have him.

“Hey Annabeth?” Thalia asked, knocking on her closed bedroom door.

“Yeah? Come in.”

Thalia poked her head in. “Still working?”

Annabeth glanced at her open laptop. She did have some tabs that were work related but the one she was lingering on was personal.

“Yeah, just a little.”

“You realized you’re off the clock. Cmon, it’s Friday night. Join us for a movie.”

“Okay.”

“Oh, by the way, pizza’s here.”

Thalia left the door cracked so Annabeth could hear her roommate arguing over what movie to watch from the kitchen.

She looked back at the airline tickets she was browsing and before she could talk herself out of it, she booked herself a flight to Santa Cruz.

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Percy tried to keep himself busy with their gigs, meet and greets before and after shows, sleeping whenever he could, and being on tour with his best friends.

Tonight they were in Santa Cruz. The venue they were playing was just a few blocks from the ocean. Percy had always loved the smell of salt water.

They were debuting a new song tonight. It hadn’t made it onto the E.P. and Percy hadn’t been ready to perform it live just yet. It hit too close to home.

He and Piper wrote it together on the tour bus. Somewhere between Sacramento and San Jose. Because he couldn’t stop thinking about how things ended with Annabeth.

Almost immediately, Jason and Piper had pulled the story out of him.

Percy knew he was mopey and not as excited for their tour as he should’ve been. He told them about hooking up with Annabeth, their fight, ending things, and still being a little in love with her.

He framed it as a little bit because they never really had a chance to start. Percy knew if given a real chance, it wouldn’t take long before he was head over heels. She was special.

“Maybe it’s not too late,” Piper said, hopeful.

“Not unless she changes her mind about wanting a relationship. I can’t make her commit.”

“She will,” Jason said, “it’s pretty obvious that she likes you.”

At this, Piper nodded.

“I’m sorry, you knew she liked me but not that we were hooking up?” Percy asked.

“Well, I knew it would happen eventually,” Jason replied.

“The tension was…” Piper searched for the right word.

“Electric?” Jason offered.

Writing the song had helped. He felt like it was a step forward. It helped to get his feelings down on paper. Having something physical made it real.

Piper stepped up to her microphone.

“This is a new one.” The crowd cheered. “While on this tour, Percy and I wrote it together.”

Piper: Maybe I’m better off A little taller now you’re gone

Percy remembered their last good day. They made dinner together. Annabeth had added too many breadcrumbs to the meatballs, he overcooked the pasta, but the garlic bread was perfectly toasted.

He wanted to reach across the table and grab her hand. Percy wished he had candles to light. He wanted to ask her if she felt like he did. This could be a date if they’d let themselves admit it.

After dinner, they sat on his couch flipping through their ‘to watch’ list on various streaming services. Percy doesn’t remember what they had settled on because Annabeth had snuggled herself into his side, tucked them both under a fuzzy blanket; he couldn’t remember a moment where he felt that happy.

Percy: Writing words and they don’t sting But they don’t mean half as much Without you listening

He had this dream of a future where he was playing guitar and jotting down song lyrics. The front door would swing open and Annabeth would come in from the cold. Her cheeks would be red and snowflakes caught in her blonde hair. She’d strip off her layers and knock the snow off her boots.

“Writing about me?” She’d joke.

“Always, you’re my muse.”

The apartment was theirs. She was his. He was hers.

Piper: The crying at the piano You’re like stood in the shadows When I try to soften my words Maybe we brought out the worst in each other A million full stops on our skin

The crowd used their flashlight to light up the room. Since they couldn’t sing along to this one, they were swaying to the rhythm.

Percy: But baby, the songs I wrote as your other Are the best I’ll ever sing Cause they all go ooh, ooh, ooh Like there was a choir in every line back then

He would’ve written hundreds of songs about her and he still might. They just wouldn’t have the happy ending Percy had hoped for.

Percy’s yellow legal pad was tucked away in his bunk on the bus. Pages scattered with miscellaneous lyrics. Nothing that fit together perfectly but maybe he’d be able to use them later on.

All of them about Annabeth. The more he wrote, the more he missed her. If he was forced to relive their best moments when he shut his eyes, Percy wanted to produce something useful from those memories.

Maybe singing them to crowds would help. Maybe eventually hearing those lyrics from his fans’ lips would change the sadness he felt writing them down.

Percy: I don’t see you at my shows Cause if you heard this It would cut too close Wish I could stop writing us God knows I’ve tried Every moment immortalized

#percabeth #percabeth fanfic #percabeth fanfiction #my fics

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A New Week and New Drama🔪

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Warnings: Ayato imagines killing Kizano, but he doesn't do anything to him

Text message labels:

Bold - Ayato

Red text - Info-Chan

When I walk into school, I'm met with even more talking than usual.

"Oh my God, did you hear?"

"Is he really back?"

"I went to his performance, and it was amazing!"

The chattering dies down as people leave the locker area, but I'm left confused about who they're talking about.

I met up with Taro in the courtyard, and we set at our usual bench.

"Have you heard who's back, Ayato?" Taro asks me once I take a seat.

"No."

"It's Kizano."

"Who?"

"I was expecting that answer from you. He's the leader of the drama club, and he came back from a recent play he stared in. My sister went to it, and she really liked it."

Taeko went somewhere...

I always expect her to stay inside, I didn't think that this would happen. Who did she go with? Where was it? Was everything okay?

I really didn't consider this at all.

I should've taken better care of her, but I've been so caught up with eliminating Amao that I forgot to protect the one I love the most.

I won't let it happen again.

"Are you still with me, Ayato?" Taro asks with worry.

"Yeah..."

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The day goes on as usual. I ended up seeing Taeko and (Y/N) this time around, unlike last Friday.

I really have gotten sloppy with taking care of Taeko. I need to keep a watchful eye on her from now on.

It's lunchtime now, and I leave my class to go to the courtyard with Taro. As I walk out of my class, I see a boy with purple hair walk past me with a group of students following behind him.

"Darlings, you must quiet down. I know you all missed me, but I must go and eat now," he says to the group of students as he walks down the stairs.

That's him, huh?

He seems snobbish, but as long as he doesn't try to go after my Senpai, he'll be safe.

Hopefully, I can confess this Friday since Amao is out of the picture. I found out that after the incident, he moved schools. I doubt he'll have time to pursue Taeko at this point.

As I walk down the stairs, my phone vibrates. It has to be Info. When I reach the last steps of the stairs, I take out my phone and check it.

I was right. It's Info.

You need to know something.

What is it?

Kizano is your next rival.

Did I really just jinx myself? I thought he was too full of himself that he wouldn't have room for anyone else, but I guess I was wrong.

How did you find this out?

I'm just at the right places at the right time

I can't help but roll my eyes. How is she everywhere? I shut off my phone, but another vibrate stops me from putting it away.

Don't be quick now.

Why?

I have extra information.

Tell.

Kizano isn't just fixated on Taeko. He has a history of being someone who doesn't date for long. Taeko will just be a phase, but you need to be the one to make him realize that sooner than later.

An idea immediately pops up in my mind: Match making. I should match Kizano with someone else, but I have to get close to Kizano before I match-make him with someone.

I decide to follow Kizano around until he is alone. When he enters the drama club, most of his fans leave to go eat their lunch.

I walk into the club, and I see Kizano standing in front of a mini set, practicing his lines.

He notices me walk in and stops. His attention is all on me.

"Hello, darling! Did my marvelous acting bring you here? You can sit and watch. I am in need of an audience."

I accept his invention and sit down on one of the nearby chairs. Once I sit down, he starts to perform from the start.

I don't pay much attention to his performance, but instead, I'm planning on what to do after he stops. Should I just ask him straight away if he needs help, or should I build up his trust?

I see Kizano take a bow, and I take it as my que to start clapping.

"How did I do, darling?" He asks me as he goes to grab a bottle of water from a nearby table.

"I thought it was amazing, but what are you practicing for?"

"Since you decided to watch, I'll tell you, but you must not tell another soul, got it?"

I nod my head.

"I need you to use your voice, darling."

I want to roll my eyes, but I work against it. I respond with a small 'promise'.

"Good! The drama club is working on our own rendition of Alice in Wonderland! I'm taking the role of the Queen of Hearts, but in this case it would be the King of Hearts," Kizano lets out an airy chuckle, but his laugh slowly dies down, "but we are having a few troubles. We're having a hard time making the costumes. It would be rather nice to have someone who could help us."

"I could help," I tell him. Once the words leave my lips, I can see a smile spread on his face.

"Really, darling? That would be wonderful! I'll give you what you need, but I expect everything to be done quickly," he orders me.

I see Kizano put his water bottle down and go behind the set. When he is out of view, I can't help but let out a sigh. It's one made out of frustration, but I've come too far to give up.

Kizano comes back and gives me everything I need. He gives me a list of materials, sketches of how the final products should look like, and measurements for each of the costumes.

I give him a nod before walking out of the clubroom. After I leave, I'm left with a new dilemma. How am I going to do this? I don't know how to sew, so I need to find someone who can.

I wonder if that boy is still there?

I go over to the sewing room and slide open the door. Inside of the sewing room, I see a boy with messy brown hair located in the corner of the room.

I put everything down on a nearby table. I then go over to the boy and tap him on the shoulder.

He jumps at my touch and looks up towards me.

"Y-yes!?" He stutters out with a look of surprise on his face.

"I need your help," I tell him, "I'll help you with anything, but I need your help to sew."

"O-okay!"

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"These are just marvelous! You have outdone yourself, Aishi!" Kizano exclames as he looks at himself in the mirror, admiring his red cape and suit.

"Thank you," I tell him, accepting his compliment.

"I greatly owe you one, Aishi! How about I give you front row tickets to the play?" Kizano proposes to me.

The gears in my brain turn with intensity at the thought of sabotaging the play. I can't help but imagine the screams of horror coming from the audience as they see one of the stage lights fall atop of Kizano's body and crush him.

But I can't. I can't kill anybody until the time is right. I need to be passive if I want to have a chance with being with my Senpai.

"How about becoming friends?" I offer instead.

"Friends? I don't mind that as long as you can be a good one to me."

"And how can I be a good friend?"

"Well, you see," Kizano starts off, "Almost all the roles in the play are filled up, key word: almost. I still haven't been able to find the perfect Alice. No one who has auditioned is able to capture her presence. I hate to admit it, but I'm getting desperate. I don't care if it's a boy or girl, I just need the perfect Alice!"

Kizano goes on to tell me the requirements for someone to be considered Alice.

And I can't help but to think of a certain someone...

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"I need your help."

Taro looks up at me with a look of confusion on his face as he packs up his things.

"What is it, Ayato?"

"I need you to talk to (Y/N) for me."

"Why? Isn't he your friend?"

"We got into a fight, so we aren't on good terms."

Taro lets out a sigh, "Fine, what do you want me to tell him?"

"I talked with Kizano today, and he needs someone to play the main lead in his new play, and I think (Y/N) would be the best one for the role," I explain to Taro.

"You talked with Kizano? Well, I'll help you, but how do I do it?"

"Just tell him to go to the drama club tomorrow, I already told Kizano about it."

"Got it."

#fanfic #yandere #yandere simulator #yansim #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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