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claymorexpunisher · 10 months

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Stolen Moments (One Shot)

Pairing(s): Cody Rhodes/Fem. Reader

Summary: Brock and Cody's feud takes an ugly and very personal turn. Reader is Brock's advocate, and she doesn't know how long she can stand there and watch it all unfold.

Tags/TWs: fluff, forbidden romance, mentions of injuries, stupid dumbass reckless!Cody, budding relationship, happy ending.

Word Count: 2,290

My heart was in my throat as Cody’s prone body was carded off into the ambulance after his latest brawl with Brock had gone horribly wrong. For a moment I feared he wasn’t even breathing.

“God dammit, Cody…” I mumbled to myself, wringing my hands anxiously. “God dammit, Brock!” I said, a little louder than I intended, causing Brock to look over his shoulder from his conversation off to the side with Hunter. Hunter was extremely animated. Brock, however? … he seemed as if he couldn’t care less and as if he had somewhere more important to be and more important things to do than be chastised by anyone. Even if he had just beaten Cody to a bloody pulp.

I couldn’t breathe as Brock gave me once over, and I tried not to let my shoulders sag in relief as he seemed to convince himself he was hearing things and he went back to his conversation with Hunter. Up til now I hadn’t been uneasy around Brock. He could be fun to be around when his mood allowed it. But even on the days where being around people was less appealing than being at the dentist for him, I was never intimidated or afraid. But now things have changed. His and Cody’s altercations have slowly climbed to outright fights and not the carefully choreographed dance that looked brutal to those watching at home. Now, I was terrified of Brock. And I knew that if he realized I was concerned for Cody in the slightest, he wasn’t going to be happy. Things at work slowly became a little too real for me and Cody to handle and we slowly began to find some form of solace in each other.

Brock didn’t really leave us with much of a choice, though.

As the weeks went by, between small check-ins at the venues, to fleeting touches in hotel rooms, to text messages exchanged through my friend and coworker Becky’s phone, and secretive and impromptu coffee “dates” before shows, Cody and I’s dynamic became something just as confusing as Brock’s animalistic actions that seemed to come from outta nowhere. But this new development between Cody and I was much more welcome… I was catching feelings for Cody’s stupid and reckless ass at an alarming rate, and I didn’t know how long it would take before those feelings erupted and caused me to do some stupid shit that I couldn’t take back.

Like kissing him. Which… would be very, very bad, if he didn’t want my advances. Talk about fuckin awkward… I mean you can’t just go around kissing people, especially your coworkers, when they haven’t explicitly expressed their interest. Even if with just one look, just one softspoken and fond ‘how are you?’ they make you feel like you’re the only thing that matters to them.

Yeah, I had it bad for Cody fuckin Rhodes. And it was getting more and more difficult to pretend otherwise.

I wanted so badly to be in that ambulance with Cody but I just… didn’t trust Brock. I didn’t trust him not to take it personally seeing as reality and fiction had gone murky in his mind. To him, Cody was challenging him, despite already being told by the higher ups that this is how things were quite literally written in the script for both of them. Cody was meant to scratch, claw, and fight tooth and nail against Brock. But Brock’s ego didn’t like that. Brock would rather Cody just stay down. But every time Brock would beat him down, Cody would get back up. Just to piss Brock off and to give me a fuckin heart attack all over again.

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“Cody Rhodes, have you lost your ever-loving mind?!” I exclaimed as soon as Cody let me into his hotel room. I don’t know how the hell Cody got up to even open the door, being as battered as he looked.

“Hunter already gave me a piece of his mind after tonight, I don’t need you to do the sa-” Cody spoke softly, but with a note of simmering irritation in his voice. Oh no. He was listening to me whether he wanted to or not. I was sick and tired. I was sick and tired of Cody poking at the ferocious bear that was Brock- and for what? For answers? Good fuckin’ luck to anyone who questioned Brock and his motives. Nah… this had gone past kayfabe long ago. And I was done with it all.

More importantly, I was done pretending like my feelings for Cody were just friendly concern. And I was done staying silent. I wanted to understand, and I wanted it to stop.

“Well, tough shit.” I snapped. My brows furrowed grumpily as I folded my arms snug against my chest. A lightly amused look passed over Cody’s eyes, but it was immediately wiped off when I smacked his bandaged chest. He grunted in pain in response. “Why aren’t you still in the hospital right now? I was told you checked yourself out?!” I asked shrilly before I remembered that aside from a select few safe people, no one was supposed to know that I was here checking up on Cody. I instantly shuffled into the room and shut the door.

I shook my head as I watched Cody limp slowly back to the bed. A bandage was wrapped tight around his torso along with a brace on his arm. He also had a split lip and bruised eye to boot. Jesus Christ… his blue eyes trailed over my face for a moment, causing me to freeze momentarily underneath their assessment. That softly amused look returned. That look that said Cody somehow knew something you didn’t. I wanted to wipe that look off his face again, but my embarrassment was catching up to me. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so sure about what I came here to do. He still hadn’t answered my question, but his eyes stayed trained on me and I gulped noticeably when he finally spoke.

“Why are you here? Did you come to play nurse because that would be much appreciated.” Cody asked, his eyes twinkling as he watched my every move. He would do this often. Flirt shamelessly with me until I was a sack of melted and flustered bones. Despite me wanting to throw caution to the wind and let my feelings for him come to the surface, I couldn’t help but blush deeply. I suddenly became shy, playing with the multiple bangles around my wrists as I now avoided his gaze.

“I asked you first,” I mumbled, throwing a fleeting look at him. I rolled my eyes, blushing harder as Cody’s amused expression became a full-blown grin. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of it and I willed myself to look away from him once again.

Why was I suddenly tongue tied? Was it because in the back of my head I was worried that he didn’t feel the same? Or that he just saw me as his coworker- Brock’s advocate and nothing more? … I had no idea. But right now, I was ready to bolt. And it seemed as if somehow Cody could tell.

“I’m fine,” he said. His features held a calm, soothing expression. As if he were trying to placate my own concerns and he wasn’t the one who had to be carded off to the hospital at the end of tonight’s RAW taping and those before it. It took everything in me not to scream at Brock to go fuck himself every time altercation happened, and to jump into the ambulance with Cody. Even though I felt like throttling him as well.

Looking at him through my lashes, I pushed through my sudden shyness, and I came over to sit next to him on the edge of the bed. My eyes welled up with tears before I could stop them and I was a bit horrified when my jaw began to tremble, signaling some ugly crying was afoot. Cody quickly became concerned, and he reached out with his uninjured hand, and he laced our hands together.

“I’m okay, sweetheart. It’s just some bumps and bruises, I’ll live.” he stressed, letting the endearment slip easily from lips that quirked up into a small smile. But it was clearly more than just some bumps and bruises.

My voice trembled as I searched his features, and I squeezed his hand tightly. The pads of thumb sent butterflies all over my body as it grazed back and forth over palm in a soothing gesture.

“Why won’t you just quit? Why do you keep fucking with him, Cody?” I whispered. But apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Cody’s gaze turned icy cold, and his thumb suddenly froze, cutting off the soothing touch I’ve come to crave at this point.

“Is that why you’re here then? Why you come looking for me every single time? You want me to leave him alone? … Well, I’m sorry to tell have to tell you this, but that’s not going to happen. Brock and I are finishing this and I’m not going to stop until we do.” he said tersely. I scoffed and ripped my hand out of his grasp, and I twisted my torso to fully face him now. I reached out and gently cupped his cheek, urging him to look at me. I needed him to look at me when I said this.

When his eyes finally mine again, I could see the turmoil in them. His features still held that stubborn harshness that he held in his heart, but I watched that look melt into shock when I spoke again.

“Screw Brock. This isn’t about him. This is about us. A-about you,” I amended, chickening out as his eyes widened that much more at the mention of an ‘us’ having even the remote possibility of existing. “You can’t keep poking at him, Cody. You need to be smarter about this. Do you have any fucking idea how worried I’ve been these last few weeks? This isn’t just work shit anymore, Cody. this has gone way too far- he almost killed you! … let me help. I work closely with Brock; I can help you deal with him. Please.” I said, hearing the plea in my voice and not bothering to cover it up.

A lone tear slid down my cheek as Cody nuzzled into my touch. His eyes were closed for a moment before they met mine once again.

“I thought of… of stopping this. I don’t particularly enjoy the fact that you’re now caught up in all this. And yes, it’s… it’s gotten extremely personal between Brock and myself. If he finds out that you came to see me or that we’re working together to get one up on him-”

“He won’t.” I replied confidently. “But you’re going to have to trust me and let me do my job. You don’t know Brock like I do. So, you’re going to have to listen to me…” “Please?” I added after a couple seconds of pensive silence from Cody.

By the grace of the universe, Cody eventually traded weekly ass whoopings from Brock for advice from me on a more sensible approach. With Brock you had to be 1000 steps ahead and alert at all times. Getting one up on him mentally injured his ego and kept him humble more than any physical asswhooping would.

But that didn’t mean Brock wouldn’t receive that as well.

Summer Slam came and Brock and Cody had their match. Everything was legal during this match. I knew Brock would fall into the trap of a No-DQ match. Any chance to taste Cody’s blood. But what he didn’t know was that Cody had someone on his side.

It felt insanely good to hold that kendo stick in my hands, slide into that ring and just absolutely wail on Brock’s body, over, and over, and over again. Getting him back for everything he put Cody through for no fucking reason. Cody and I were now officially dating, so I had double the reason to beat the ever-loving shit out of Brock. To say that fans and people backstage were shocked was an understatement. Our carefully crafted plan worked beautifully.

With my help, Cody won the match and we both held each other’s hands up triumphantly, while Brock left the ring with his tail between his legs. I was Brock’s biggest asset. And now that Cody had me in his corner, Brock couldn’t touch him because I knew Brock like the back of my hand.

Cody and I spent some time catering to the fans, signing things and taking selfies as the pay-per-view ended and then Cody carried me backstage bridal style despite being understandably exhausted. I kissed him soundly the second the cameras were off of us, and we smiled against each other’s lips as our coworkers and friends hooted and hollered.

“We’re not a bad team, are we?” I whispered as Cody pressed his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes as he kissed my forehead and then I let out a delighted giggle as he pressed our lips together again, letting his lips linger on mine for a few seconds. His now familiar and warm gaze made my stomach swoop, and I ran my fingers through his hair, not giving two shits about the blood mixed with sweat which now stained my fingers.

“No, we definitely don’t make a bad team… the bad news for you is now I’m gonna have to keep you.” Cody murmured, his dimples causing deep, adorable creases on his cheeks.

That didn’t sound like bad news at all, actually…

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Official Girl Part 2

AN: Always believe in making the most of your second chance

Synopsis: After Jack made the decision that the two of you should just be friends, he finds himself wishing that he could have that ol thing back

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: a whole bunch of my beautiful readers! I love yall so much!

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Jack had now been on tour for two months and he was excited to be able to travel the world and perform for his fans.

He admits that he got less excited when the realization hit him that you wouldn't be with him a week before it kicked off.

That had been the original plan.

Until you cheated on him.

Well, technically it wasn't cheating since the two of you weren't officially together.

But, at the time the two of you weren't talking to anyone else so...

Jack considered it cheating.

Jack and his entire team were currently on a flight to Finland and he was passing the time by scrolling on his phone.

On instagram.

But more specifically,

Your Instagram.

He had been wondering what you had been up to since the last time the two of you had talked.

The last time the two of you had talked, he had told you that he only wanted to be friends.

But, the question is....

Is that what he really wanted?

He was interrupted by Urban who had peeked over his shoulder and seen what had him so intrigued.

"You have literally been on her page for close to an hour."

"No I haven't."

"You have. Will you just talk to her? We can all tell how much you miss her."

"Nah, I just...."

"You miss her so stop acting like a dumbass and get your girl back."

"But she cheated on me."

"Ehh, I wouldn't exactly call that cheating."

Jack raised his eyebrows in response to Urban waiting for an explanation.

"You never actually asked her to be your girlfriend and seeing that video might have made her think you didn't want to be with her."

"But..."

"I'm not done. What she did was fucked up and definitely should have asked you first but I mean come on... you can only be so mad at her.”

"But..."

"And another thing. It was your idea for the two of you to be friends and not hers. You sitting up here miserable knowing that you still want her. You haven't even been with anyone else since her."

"She probably doesn't want to talk to me. She probably moved on. She literally hosts parties for other celebrities as her actual day job with people constantly surrounding her."

"I doubt that."

"Besides, I'm good."

"Good with what? The two of you being friends but barely talking? Not even barely now that I think about. Not at all. You haven't said anything to her since that day we saw her in Atlanta. Friends don’t do that."

"I'm just focusing on myself Urb."

"Uh huh focusing on yourself but rereading her text messages over and over and stalking her Instagram page?"

Silence.

"Exactly. Just talk to her."

"But... I can't trust her."

This lead to Urban rolling his eyes.

"Did you forget about the little reputation of you being a playboy? You not so innocent either."

"I just.... what if she does it again?"

"The way that you told me she was pleading for you to take her back, I doubt it."

Neelam couldn't help but to overhear the conversation and she simply rolled her eyes.

She wasn't a fan of you in the slightest since finding out you "cheated". But if we were really being honest, she really didn’t like you before that either.

She really wouldn’t even say two words to you and you could never put your finger on as to why.

You had heard such good things about her, but the way she acted towards you, made you steer clear.

"You can do better."

This caught both Jack and Urban's attention.

They knew that Neelam didn't care for you.

Urban was all for giving you another chance and Jack well, he just didn't know what to do.

"Nee..."

"No. She was dead wrong for what she did. She could've just asked you but instead what does she do? Go and fuck her ex. My vote is no. Besides for your image do you honestly want to be connected to an Instagram influencer?"

"But, she made me feel different. A good different."

"Don't tell me that you love her." Neelam said as she rolled her eyes.

Jack simply looked down at his phone at one of the last text messages that you sent after he had cut ties with you.

Jack, I can't tell you how sorry I am for doing this to us. You mean everything to me and I do admit I acted out of anger. Just please give us another chance so I can prove to you that you're the only one for me.

As hard as it was for him to do, he left you on read when you had first sent the text.

His biggest concern was if the two of you actually did get into a relationship he needs to be sure that nothing like this will ever happen again.

"But I do."

---

You were currently getting ready for one of your many club appearances and you were actually excited for this one.

It had been a long time since you had gotten excited for your job and embraced the feeling.

You were still somewhat sad about the whole Jack situation, but I mean... as much as you wanted to you couldn't stop living.

And you definitely wanted to when he said that he just wanted for the two of you to be friends.

Your heart shattered that day.

You were... better.

You did leave your apartment for things other than work which took a lot of effort on your part.

However, if you could turn back the hands of time you would.

Then maybe just maybe you would be a whole lot happier right now.

Tonight you were headed to Blue Flame in downtown Atlanta and you would be hosting no one other than Drake himself.

You were a huge fan of him and his team actually reached out to you a few weeks ago for the event.

Of course you said yes.

It was nearing 10 PM when you started to make your way out the door, wearing one of your newest outfits that you bought in order to give yourself a little pick me up, while wearing your famous Hello Kitty necklace that Jack had bought for you and decided to wear your hair down.

You were honestly surprised that he didn’t ask for it back seeing how you knew this shit was expensive.

He had went to the same person that made his Kentucky chain.

I guess it just serves as a reminder as to what was and what used to be.

You just prayed that tonight would go smoothly.

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yourinstagramname: Blue Flame!! Come party with me and the one and only champagnepapi tonight! See you soon 😉

champagnepapi: we about to shut it down!

urbanandjack24: wait did jackharlow like this!? are they seeing each other again!?!

jackharlowsource: okay Jackman we see you 👀

Drake caught wind of Jack being in Atlanta and invited him out to his event at Blue Flame since he was taking a few days off.

This just so happened to be the event that you had put together and Jack didn't realize it until he saw your post on instagram and he was already on his way to meet him.

You had seen where he liked your post and your heart had definitely skipped several beats.

But, you decided not to get your hopes up since he literally told you that he wanted the two of you to be friends and nothing more.

You were making your way around the club mingling with everyone until you saw him.

Jack.

Your breath immediately hitched and you had to regain your composure before someone noticed your sudden change in demeanor.

You knew for a fact that he hadn't been there 20 minutes ago since that's the time you had left Drake in VIP.

He was now sitting with him and you also caught sight of Urban and the rest of PG.

Your friend Kayla just so happened to come with you and immediately saw that you became flustered.

“You okay?”

“NO!”

“Why?”

“He’s here. In VIP. With Drake!”

“Okay, so this might be his way of telling you he wants to try again.”

“No, he made that very clear that he only wanted for us to be friends.”

“It’s been a few months so you never know.”

“I doubt it. Like you didn't see the way he looked at me when he said it. He was so hurt and the fact that I was the cause behind the hurt… just… he made me so happy and I ruined it."

"But he has to see your side too. You didn't have a title to your relationship."

"True, but I hurt him and I hurt him bad. And then ended up hurting my damn self."

"But didn't he also tell you that there could possibly be hope for the two of you in the future?"

"Hmm yeah.. but like I said. I'm not getting my hopes up. And fuck I have to go back up there."

"I'll go for you."

"Thank you. I just can't do it."

Meanwhile in VIP, Jack was having an entire meltdown ever since he saw you making your way around the club down below.

Drake had told him that you had literally been in VIP with him ten minutes before he had gotten there.

He was secretly praying that you would make your way back up to VIP, but he had no idea what he would say to you if you did.

He even ordered alcohol which had Urban confused as all hell seeing as he hadn’t drank in a year.

“Would you stop staring at her?!” Urban basically yelled at him.

“I’m staring?”

“Yes, again. For the eighth time. Go and talk to her.”

“Nah, she doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“I wish you would stop being a dumbass about the whole thing. She has to know you’re here by now.”

“Well I’ll be here for a few days so maybe later.”

All Urban did was roll his eyes.

“You just like being miserable, huh?”

“Well, no... just.... what if she doesn’t even want to be friends anymore?”

“You are literally raising your blood pressure up for no reason. SHE WANTS YOU BACK.”

“I’m going to need another drink if I’m going to get through this.” Jack said while staring down at you talking to one of your friends down below. His eyes hadn’t left you all night.

“And you don’t even drink anymore, so therefore I know it’s bad.”

“She makes me nervous, man.”

“I can’t wait until you grow some balls and go talk to her, I’m about to go get her.” Urban was trying to get up but Jack immediately pulled him back.

“NO! I’ll do it.”

“I don’t believe you and you’re about to be staring at her all night.”

“Just.. I will....”

“SHE’S LEAVING! GO GET HER!” Urban exclaimed as he saw you making your way towards the exit.

“I need another drink.”

“SERIOUSLY?”

---

You had taken a shower and gotten settled and was now laying down considering it was almost two in the morning.

You number one mission had been to avoid Jack and you had been successful... or so you thought.

There was a knock on the door leaving you confused on who it could be.

You figured it might be Kayla since she did come over from time to time after you two would be finished and event so you went to open the door startled to see that Jack was on the other side of it.

Your breath immediately hitched in your throat as you took in his appearance.

He looked so good and you were not expecting for him to come and see you.

I mean yall hadn’t talked for months and you figured that he didn’t want to be bothered with you anymore despite him saying that the two of you could be friends.

Friends didn’t ignore each other and the last thing you wanted was to be rejected so you didn’t bother to reach out to him first.

“Uhh, hey...”

You were immediately cut off when he reached down to kiss you taken you aback and surprising you.

“What...Umm.. okay that was... unexpected.”

“I just... I miss you okay and I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“But you said...”

“I know what I said but I’ve been fucking miserable since I told you that I just wanted for us to be friends. And seeing you tonight in person....”

“So you still want to be with me even after I treated you like shit?”

“I should have made you my girlfriend a long time ago and that wouldn’t have ever happened.”

You moved to the side so that he could come into your condo and you both sat in the living room next to each other as you were taking this all in.

This has to be a dream of some sort because you couldn’t believe he was here in front of you.

He simply took your hand in his and you missed this feeling of the two of your hands being together.

“So, what do you say?”

Your eyes started to water because you honestly didn’t think deep down that you deserved a second chance.

“But, I hurt you and I shouldn’t...”

“I’m willing to start over if you are. Like a clean slate and I promise to never bring it up again.”

“Jack... but it’s still going to hang over my head. Like you are the only want I wanted and when I saw the video, I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I just wish you would’ve came to me because I would have told you everything, but I’m at fault too because I should have flat out made my intentions clear. I mean even though I bought you things and spent time with you, that isn’t the same as flat out telling you.”

“Very true.”

“I’ve fucking missed you so please give me an answer and if you don’t want...”

“Hold up Jackman, I never said I didn’t want you or didn’t want this. I just...”

“Just let me love you the way I know you deserve to be loved.” Jack pleaded with you as he slid you onto his lap.

“And from now on, you come to me when you need an explanation about something, not anyone else. Understood?”

“Yes, I get it.”

“Soooo...”

“Soooo.....”

“You want to pack your bags so you can come with me on tour when I leave again in a few days and stay with me until then?”

“Yes, I’d love too.” You replied while kissing him and then Jack proceeded to place kisses all over your face making you laugh.

“I missed you so much.” He confessed as he pinched your cheek.

“I missed you too. And you can tell Urban I owe him 200 dollars.”

“Wait, for what?”

“We made a bet saying how you would take me back and he was right so I’ll run him his money. He said you were miserable and knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away from me for too long but I didn’t believe him. He actually told Drake to set this whole thing up apparently and he was expecting for you to talk to me when you saw me tonight.”

“Urb be getting on my fuckin nerves because he’s always right all the damn time.”

“Come on and help me pack and you can worry about killing him later.” You replied while kissing him once more.

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sanderchu · 2 years

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Heya!

I was wondering if you could do like a Wilbur soot x introverted reader where reader doesn't really hang out with other people much cuz they feel they don't fit in much but then they meet Wilbur and everything changes.

She/they pronouns (if you can)

Also Could i be 💤 anon

Plans canceled

Note: yes u can be 💤 anon <33! So- I understood ur request- but my dumbass wrote it the wrong way- so think of this as Wilbur helping you out canceling plans. I’m so sorry I got this wrong 😭 I noticed once I finished and if you want your version I can do it! I’m so so sorry I can’t apologize enough I just don’t wanna re do it rn I’m so sorry again 😭 I hope ur not mad I’m sorry

Reader: Fem!reader

[writing] or hcs

F=friend

You were laying on your bed. It was around the afternoon and you just wanted to be home. You were an introvert so you never liked having plans. Sadly you had plans, your friends invited you to a party. They said you should go out more with them so not to be rude you accepted. You wish you were honest. You had to leave in 20 minutes yet you weren’t even dressed. Just still in your pajamas panicking. That’s when Wilbur walked in.

He noticed your facial expression as you looked at your phone, “what’s wrong darling?-“ he sat next to you as you showed him the text messages you had between you and your friend.

F: we still on for tonight?!

Y/n: yup cant wait

F: your going to have so much fun trust me

*seen*

“And I’m guessing you don’t wanna go?” You nodded as you placed you laid your phone on your chest still with the text visible. “Want me to help?” He knew you were an introvert so likes to help out sometimes, “go crazy.” You handed him your phone as he dialed your friend.

F: hello?

W: yes hi, this is y/n’s boyfriend

F: oh yeah, she told me about you! What’s up?

W: well she can’t hang out tonight

F: whyyyyyy we planned this all week

W: well you see you know how couples are

F: ohhhhh, alright you two have fun ;)

*hangs up*

Wilbur hands you your phone back as you put it to your side and held out your arms. He dived into you and wrapped his arms around you too. “Your the best will”, “I know.”

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nehswritesstuffs · 1 year

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to be a captain is to be brave, to care, to love

Congrats--I’m the dumbass who posts fic for the wrong Straw Hat on another crewmate’s birthday lolol

9320 words; this hit me hard recently because, well, it just did (as in: I wrote most of this within the past few days); I have complicated emotions about Deadbeat Dad Yasopp and I guess this is my brain working through it; this does not take place in a continuity that contains Uta, mainly because I don’t really want to write her being a bratty little bully bc you know that’s what would happen; not an entire rewrite but does shift things a little bit to the left

to be a captain is to be brave, to care, to love; something very different happened on the day Banchina passed away: her son told the truth. [Usopp-centric slight AU]

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

She is dying.

That was the only thing that the doctor wrote on the paper before stuffing it in an envelope and sending it with a News Coo. That had been the week prior, and now it seemed as though the message was going to be for naught. He was sitting at the sick woman’s bedside, changing the compress on her forehead for a cool, fresh one.

“Where is Usopp?” she asked. The doctor shook his head.

“He ran off soon as I got here,” he replied, tone hiding the fact he’d told her twice already. “He’ll be back.”

“He’s such a silly boy.” She tilted her head and looked out the window at the clouds, bright and fluffy. “He has his father’s spirit.”

“Banchina…”

“No, he does; he’s going to become a wonderful person.”

The doctor sighed heavily. “I wrote to him.”

“Why…?” Her attention went back to the doctor, her eyes now sharp, all of her strength put behind them. “He was not supposed to know.”

“It doesn’t matter; he hasn’t come.”

“So you’d rather ignore the wishes of someone on their deathbed than let a free man enjoy the last moments he has at peace?” There was fire and venom in her voice, not heard by the doctor since they were young children. “It’s bad enough Usopp has had to watch me…”

“He deserves to know.”

“He deserves to be free.”

“He’s your husband; he should be here.”

“So you can torture him more?!”

“That’s not what this is and we both know it! It’s…!”

“Mom! Mom! Mom!” Usopp shouted from outside. Banchina gave one last glare before softening her face, not wanting a scowl to be how her son remembered her. “Pirates are coming! Pirates are coming up the slope!” The boy burst into the house and barreled towards his mother, tears streaming down his face. “Pirates are coming! That means that Dad’s back!”

“Usopp, sweetie, I need you to listen to me,” she said. “You’re going to have to be a good kid for me, alright? Make sure you grow into a good man, a good person, and never let them look down on you. Do you understand?”

“…but Mom…”

“I know your dad’s not there—please, don’t hate him for that. He’s very far away and can’t come back safely. It was my choice to stay here with you, and I’d do it over and over again…”

“Banchina, please…”

“I am talking to my son.” The doctor stepped towards the other side of the room at that, keeping his distance. “Please, Usopp, promise me you’re going to be brave, alright?”

“Mom…” Usopp’s tiny frame shook as he tried not to cry. “Just a little bit! Please!”

“I know what you’re doing, darling; don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“…’China…?”

Banchina froze as her eyes went towards the door, seeing Yasopp standing in the threshold, body frozen in shock. All at once he stumbled into the house, nearly tripping over himself as he went to sit on the edge of the mattress at his wife’s side. Tears began to escape his eyes as he brought her limp, cold hand in both of his.

“I told them not to tell you,” she said, looking away in pain. “I didn’t want your last memory of me to be like this.”

“No, I’m glad I could come… I’ll take seeing you one last time while sick than never see you again at all.” His voice cracked and squeaked in pain—this was never what he had planned on when he left those years ago. “I’m so sorry… you were the only one who made this place worth it for so long…”

Banchina simply hushed him and offered the strongest smile she could. Yasopp bent down and pressed their foreheads together before kissing her gently. A sob escaped him as he pulled away, confirming to the little boy in the corner precisely what he had feared.

Banchina of Syrup Village was no more.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“So, how old are you, lad?”

“Uh… six…?”

“Oh… well, that’s a fucking bummer.”

Usopp stared at the red-haired man sitting at the table in the town’s only restaurant, who was currently involved in taking a large swig of beer. He didn’t want to be around his house at the moment, since his father and the village doctor were currently having a shouting match. The boy escaped the row by heading into town, where he saw the rest of the pirates his dad had come in with.

This one was apparently the captain.

“Everyone in town says that you’re the one that stole Dad from Mom and me,” Usopp said. The captain shrugged noncommittally—couldn’t refute that.

“What did your mom always say?”

“She said that ‘Dad left following his dream, the sea, his freedom’.”

“Then I think you should listen to your mom, kid.” The man adjusted the straw hat perched atop his head and took another drink. “You know, soon as your dad got news about your mom, we came straight here. I wouldn’t keep him from what he needs for anything.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s my obligation, as the captain.” He paused as the waitress returned with food for the table, which he encouraged Usopp to sit and eat. “See, when you’re a captain, you need to figure out what it is that people need and how that’s different from what they want, and make it happen. Your dad always wants to travel the seas and very often needs to, but right now, what he needs is to be here.”

“You have a big crew—did they need to be here too?”

“No, but they wanted to come along, to support your dad, and it wasn’t anything that put a damper on their needs, so we all came along.” He watched as the boy’s face scrunched in thought. “It’s a lot to think about, I know. Don’t worry—you’re just a kid. You got time to figure it out.”

“What we don’t have time for is figuring out how this pit stop is going to impact our making it to the Grand Line without attracting too much attention,” said a tall, severe-faced man with dark hair. He took the smoldering cigarette from his lips and stubbed it out before beginning to eat. “We had a route, a plan, and none of it involved Yasopp’s hometown.”

“You can’t be so serious, Beck,” the captain chuckled. “We were planning on docking someplace for about a year anyhow… why not make it here?”

“…because I remember part of why it was so easy for him to leave to begin with.” He looked at the child currently nibbling on a fried chicken tender and sighed. “He really should have come here on his own and met up with us at the rendezvous point.”

“…and become a widow by himself…?”

“Minimize the impact on the locals—you know that.”

“Fuck…” It was then that Yasopp barged in the front door, looking fresh from a fight with a split lip and an impressive shiner. He found where his son was and blanched, going to his side immediately.

“You know better than to wander off on your own,” Yasopp gently chided. He removed the child from his seat and sat down, keeping his son in his lap. “We’re leaving soon as the captain is able to, okay?”

“Leaving…?” Usopp almost dropped the rest of his chicken tender. “Why…?”

“There are bad memories here,” Yasopp replied gravely. “I’m not going to make more by staying.”

“We can leave by nightfall,” the captain shrugged. He looked at the kid and raised his eyebrow. “Are you sure this is a good idea…?”

“If you grew up on a pirate ship, then I see no problem.” Yasopp picked up one of the neglected glasses of ice water and pressed the side against his black eye. “I’ll make sure to grab some things before we leave…”

“I’ll meet you at the house then, bye!” Usopp said. He wriggled out of his father’s grasp and ran out the door before any of the crew could snag him. Yasopp started to go after him, but was stopped by the captain.

“No,” the red-haired man said firmly. “He just learned he’s leaving. Let him make his peace with this place. Just because you never could doesn’t mean he can’t.”

Yasopp grumbled as he concentrated on the glass of water to his eye and grabbing a beer to occupy his other hand—captain’s orders sure were a bitch sometimes.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Usopp ran as fast as his tiny legs could take him. He ran through Syrup Village, dodging other residents, until he found a hole in a stone wall just big enough for him to shimmy through. On the other side was the expansive grounds of a mansion, which he rushed up to in order to knock on a very specific window. The little girl inside jumped in fright before running to open the pane.

“I’m leaving,” was all Usopp could get out, gasping for breath. The girl stared at him.

“What do you mean…?”

“My dad came… I’m leaving… today…”

“He what?! No way?!”

“Kaya, I’m scared!” The little boy began to shake terribly. “Dad came back, Mom died, and now we’re leaving and I don’t know when I’ll be here again!”

“…but why tell me…?”

“...because you’re the only one who’s nice to me!” He couldn’t bear to look at his friend, so instead he glared at a bit of wall as he cried. “I’ll come back to visit someday… I promise!”

“You gotta shake on it!” Kaya insisted. She stuck her hand out the window and waited for Usopp to take it, making direct eye contact. “You’re always talking about becoming a great warrior of the sea! Come back before you get too great, okay?”

“I promise!”

“Kaya? Sweetie? What’s going on in there…?”

“Usopp, run!” Kaya whispered. Her eyes were wide in not only fear, but excitement as well. “I’ll see you later, okay?!”

“Okay!”

The child sprinted off before his friend’s mother could investigate the room.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been an entire week and Yasopp wasn’t entirely sure what to do.

After making sure that his wife would get a proper burial and his son had everything he needed, he had returned to the ship with his six-year-old in-tow and the determination to do what Banchina would have wanted. Ever since they were young, she had encouraged him to find solace on the sea, to escape the glares and mumbled words of spite that came from the other villagers. She had always been too uneasy on the sea, and had insisted that she would be fine as he chased that freedom and acceptance he craved without her, and now… now she was gone and he had their kid, which was a bit more of an adjustment than he thought it was going to be.

Kids, for the most part, were messy creatures, and there wasn’t a lot of room for messes on a pirate ship. While Usopp didn’t have a lot of toys, he did have clutter that was liable to be underfoot, which wasn’t exactly a good idea. Limejuice had already fallen flat on his ass thanks to some marbles the boy was experimenting with, and Yasopp himself was already victim to a variety of mishaps involving the aforementioned marbles, a chemistry set that seemed to appear out of nowhere, and a slingshot armed with all sorts of things sticky and stinky.

“Thank fuck we’re almost at port,” the man grumbled. He watched as Usopp bounced around the galley in excitement at the prospect of somewhere new. Hongo nodded in commiseration, the pair both below deck due to particularly troublesome hangovers.

“Letting the kid run around on land would definitely be for the better,” Hongo said. “He needs to eat dirt.”

Yasopp turned slowly and stared at his crewmate. “What…?”

“You know—get dirty. Play with other kids.”

“I know you might have forgotten, but it’s not like the boy comes from a long line of kids everyone wants to play with. Banchina…”

“… was the only one to ever give you the time of day, I remember.” Hongo sipped at his water and grimaced at the sounds coming out of the kitchen. “Maybe some of her openness rubbed off on him?”

“If it did, then I hope the world is kinder to him for it,” Yasopp frowned. He was about to reach back into his memories when he heard Shanks’s voice from above, filled with both authority and excitement.

“LAND AHEAD! ALL HANDS ON DECK!”

“Oh! Did you hear that, Dad?! Land!” Usopp seemed to almost vibrate in anticipation. “An island!”

“I heard him, I heard him,” Yasopp grumbled. He and Hongo both knocked back the rest of their waters before depositing the mugs and heading above deck, with the small child all but dragging his father along.

A few minutes of the sea air rejuvenated Yasopp and soon he was helping out with the rigging, with Usopp standing by the prow in an effort to see where they were sailing. Shanks went up to the child and patted him on the head.

“That’s called Foosha,” he said. “We’re gonna stay there for a while, if the locals are amenable.”

“What’s that?”

“If they don’t mind that we’re pirates.” He saw that the boy’s eyes were still locked onto the small village at the island’s edge and smiled. “We need a place to operate out of—a base of sorts—in order to help build a name for ourselves.”

“Really…?”

“Yeah. Now get ready to go! You’re coming along on the first boat!”

The boy’s eyes went wide—he got to go! Important people got to go on the first boat! This was going to be great!

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

As it turned out, getting to go with the initial landing party was less exciting than Usopp imagined it would be—it was actually kind of boring. He had to stand there with his dad, Shanks, and Beckmann as the captain talked with this old man about terms of their stay and what the rules were and things like that. The boy fidgeted in place, which the village elder took notice.

“How very shrewd of you to bring him along,” the old man said. “I suppose you need a place for him to stay so he doesn’t see what you get up to?”

“Possibly, but I still take responsibility for my son,” Yasopp said, giving a short bow. “I can no longer leave him with his mother.”

“Ah.” The elder nodded knowingly. “We have a child like that here. Maybe your son will be a good influence.”

“Excuse my laughter,” Shanks snickered, “but that must be some rambunctious kid you got there if a pirate’s child is the better influence.”

“You’re just upset because Gramps didn’t take me!” shouted a tiny voice. The pirates saw a small child poking angrily around a woman’s skirt. “Maybe they’ll take me with them! Then I can finally get out of here!”

“Over my dead body, you little brat!” the elder snapped. The boy stuck his tongue out at him and the old man sighed. “The whole family is an odd bunch; it’s a long story.”

“We’re pirates—what do we care?” Shanks chuckled. He then put his hand on Usopp’s back and urged him forward. “Go play while us adults talk more boring stuff. How about it?”

The boy grinned at Usopp before coming out from behind the young woman. He launched himself at Usopp happily, wrapping him in a tight hug.

“Alright! A new friend!”

It might have been shrewd of Shanks, but it did work.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“So, you don’t have parents?”

“Nope!”

“…and it’s just you and your grandpa?”

“Yup!”

“…and he leaves you here because he’s a Marine?”

“Pretty much!”

Usopp stared at Luffy as the other boy poked at a beetle. He had spent almost the entire day wandering around with the kid and was trying to wrap his head around him, yet couldn’t. They were almost the exact same age, and yet he was being left alone? It didn’t make sense. Even when his mom died, at least his dad was there…

“What do you think he’d do if he came to town while the crew’s docked here?”

“Probably laugh and have a drink,” Luffy shrugged. “Gramps is never working when he’s here, so he doesn’t really care who does what unless it’s really bad.”

“…but we’re pirates. We’re supposed to be bad.”

“You don’t seem that bad to me.”

“Luffy, we’re six.”

“Yeah? And?”

“You really don’t get it, do you?” Usopp frowned. He looked over his shoulder and saw that more of the crew was coming into port. Even Bonk Punch seemed small from this distance. “We’re brave warriors of the sea! We fight guys like the Marines!”

“You don’t.”

“Well, yeah, not yet… but I will!” Usopp stood atop a rock and pointed at the sky. “It’s my dream to be a proud and brave warrior of the sea one day! Just like my dad! I’ll even have a crew under my care!”

“Maybe.”

“What do you mean ‘maybe’?!”

“You might be part of my crew!”

“Your crew?!”

“Yeah! If you’re gonna be like your dad, you’re gonna need a captain. You’ll need a Shanks! I can do that!”

“Then you’d have to fight your grandpa!”

“Oh, that’s just what we always do.” Luffy grinned and held up the beetle. “Isn’t this cool?!”

“It is…” Usopp agreed. The boys marveled over the bug for a moment before Makino popped her head out the back of her bar, calling them in to wash up. “Is she, like, your sister? She’s not your mom.”

“I guess? I dunno. She feeds me and makes sure I’m okay. Is that what sisters do?”

“It’s what my mom did for me, but I guess a sister can too.”

The boys piled into the back kitchen and went directly to the sink. “Makino? Are you my mom or my sister?”

“Luffy!”

“He’s alright, Usopp,” the woman laughed. “Now, are your hands clean?” Both finished washing their hands quickly and showed her for inspection. “Good, now your dinner’s at the bar.”

“Alright!” Luffy cheered. He brought Usopp into the main of the bar, where the Red Hair Pirates were already beginning to settle in for an evening of partying. Two plates of food and glasses of milk sat on the bartop, where Luffy and Usopp both sat down and began eating.

“Wow! Miss Makino’s cooking is really good!” Usopp marveled. “It’s amazing!”

“Yeah!” Luffy agreed. “She’s the best!” He then chewed the food he already had stored in his cheeks thoughtfully. “That’s someone I’m going to need for my crew: a really good cook!”

“I can cook!”

“No you can’t—you’re six.”

“Yeah, and I cooked for my mom! She showed me how to make sandwiches and boil macaroni for cheese!”

“That’s not real cooking! Real cooking needs meat!”

“Boys, boys, relax,” Shanks said, coming up to the bar to grab a bottle of grog that had been left out for him. He tossed it over to Snake, who pulled the cork out with his teeth before he began drinking. “Let’s focus on the fact that you agree the lady’s cooking is superb.”

“Flattery will not get you very far here, I’m afraid,” Makino chuckled as she came out of the kitchen. She passed Shanks two plates of food, which he took with a suggestive wink. “I should rat you out to Woop Slap.”

“I do enjoy living dangerously,” he laughed, bringing the plates out to the crew. Luffy and Usopp simply stared at each other, confused.

“Don’t worry about it,” Makino chuckled. “Now finish your dinner and you can go play upstairs, okay?”

“Okay!”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The next morning, Usopp and Luffy went down the stairs to find the entirety of the Red Hair Pirates still passed out in the main area of the bar. Usopp even poked his dad, who kept on snoring—no luck.

“Come on, you,” Makino said, guiding the boy over to where she had set out food. “If you don’t eat, Luffy will finish your plate for you.”

“No! Don’t you dare!” The boy hopped onto the bar stool and began hoarking down his food, needing to smack Luffy away a couple of times in the process.

Yeah, Makino thought, this was right.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Time passed.

The Red Hair Pirates would leave Usopp in the care of Makino, returning a few weeks later with all the treasure and tales of adventure the boy and his friend could want. He would practice with his slingshot, or his chemistry set, or anything else he could while they were gone, making his dad beam with joy and pride when he told and showed him everything he accomplished.

Time passed, and the year mark crept ever-closer.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Makino let out a blood-curdling scream, the sound of which went directly into Usopp’s young bones. Both of them were standing on the edge of the harbor, watching as Shanks intimidated the Lord of the Coast with just a glare, but not after losing an arm as he went and rescued Luffy.

“Fuck! We need to get out there!” Yasopp cussed as he ran towards the pier.

“Everyone! Clean up the rest of the bandits!” Beckmann ordered. “We got this!”

“Aye, aye,” Roux said. He and the rest of the Red Hair Pirates charged at the last of Higuma’s gang, while Yasopp and Beckmann rowed out to where Shanks was treading water. This left Makino alone to sink to her knees, completely in shock, as Usopp trembled next to her.

“I told him not to make them mad…” the boy shivered. “Why didn’t he listen?!”

“I… I don’t think it would have mattered,” Makino said, her voice quiet. She looked at Usopp, her eyes glassy with tears, and held him by the shoulders. “This is not your fault.”

“…but Miss Makino, I…!”

“The only person who’s at fault is the bandit, and he’s now dead,” she insisted. She then brought him in close for a hug. “Don’t you ever think otherwise, you understand?”

“…but…!”

“I know you plan on being there for Luffy, and I need you to know that it’s not your fault, got it? Sometimes… things happen… and we can’t change it, but we can control how we act for them.”

“O… okay…”

It was then that Yasopp finished rowing back to shore, with Beckmann attempting to hold Shanks still while Luffy sobbed uncontrollably. Hongo appeared with his emergency kit, attempting to stop what was left of his captain’s arm from bleeding out right there on the dock. Yasopp threw Luffy over his shoulder and brought him to Makino, who grabbed onto him tightly.

“I thought… I thought he could…” she said unsteadily.

“He was so concentrated on saving this little guy that it was too late,” Yasopp replied. He stroked Luffy’s hair as the boy cried into Makino’s shoulder before turning his attention to his own son. Scooping up Usopp in a hug, he ignored the fact that he was currently sopping wet and covered in his captain’s blood—all he needed right now was his boy. “I’m so glad he didn’t get you too—the fact both of you are safe… it’s worth more than any treasure.”

Shanks bellowed in pain, causing all four of them to recoil. Usopp stared at the man as he writhed under Beckmann’s hold and Hongo’s attempts at treating him.

‘A captain has to know what his crew needs,’ he thought. ‘He needs to make it happen. Luffy needed to live… and he made that happen…’

There, on the little pier at the edge of the little village, the little boy in his father’s arms realized something very, very important: a captain was not a captain unless he had a crew, and once he had them, he should be prepared to do everything for them… even die for them… just like his mom died taking care of him.

A captain took care of his crew.

A crew is a captain’s greatest treasure.

The people one cared for are worth more than all the gold in the Grand Line.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It took a few days until Shanks was able to be let out of bed. Hongo and Makino took turns watching him, waiting for the fever that set in to break, hoping he hadn’t lost too much blood. Once he was up and moving, Luffy seemed to completely forget that Usopp existed, instead clinging to the man who saved his life. It made sense to the other boy, but it still didn’t mean that he wasn’t at least a bit jealous.

It was a week since what the village was officially referring to as the “Bear Incident” and the Red Hair Pirates were enjoying themselves in Party’s Bar. Usopp was sulking in a booth while eating with his father, with Monster passed out on the opposite bench seat. Yasopp looked at the pouting lad and felt his nerves messing with his stomach. Fuck… why was this so difficult? He leaned in and lowered his voice so that only his son could hear.

“Usopp…?”

“Yeah, Dad?” He put down his fork as he saw that his father’s face was sad and full of worry. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to know if you like it here.”

“I do!” the boy replied, perking up. “Makino makes good food, and the people here are really nice, and Luffy’s, like, my best friend! After Kaya of course! Why?”

“Well… because…” Yasopp exhaled heavily, not enjoying his position. “Shanks wants to move on soon.”

“Move on…? To a different island…?”

“To the Grand Line.” He scratched his son’s scalp and watched as he grew quiet. There was something criminal about the boy having his hair and complexion, but his mother’s nose. “It’s very dangerous, you know, to be on the Grand Line. It’s more dangerous than fighting the Lord of the Coast. Even people who are born and raised there can’t survive.”

“I don’t think I want to go to the Grand Line.”

“…which is why I was talking with Miss Makino earlier, and her and I think it would be better if you stayed here, in Foosha.”

“What about you…?”

Yasopp bit his lower lip and breathed in deeply, trying to keep himself composed. “I can’t stay. I’m a sailor, and the sea calls to me. It’s why I never was around before—it’s too strong for me to resist.”

“Oh… is that why everyone but Mom said bad things about you back in Syrup? Because you can’t tell the sea no?”

“Yeah… something like that.” He then let out a slight chuckle. “Besides, not only am I a sailor, but a pirate. Mister Woop Slap says pirates can’t stay here for too long, or Luffy’s grandpa might come and beat them up.”

“Luffy says that’s just what his grandpa does like normal,” Usopp deadpanned. Well, it had been worth a shot. “It’s nice when you’re gone, but it’s better when you’re here.”

“Tell you what: I’m going to let you stay here with Miss Makino, where it’s safe and you have good people around you, and in the meantime you are going to do your best to become big and strong. When you do, come to the Grand Line and find me. How does that sound?”

Usopp broke into sobs, clinging to Yasopp’s shirt. The kid was unintelligible through his tears, but his father held him in his arms and pat him on the back, soothing him best he could.

“You’re one of the best things I’ve ever done, you know that?” he crooned. “I can’t bring you to the Grand Line and let you die. Then who will I have to live for?”

“I’ll miss you so much!”

“I know… and I’ll miss you too… but you have to be brave, Usopp. Be brave for me… and be brave for your mom. Please?” His son nodded into his chest. “There’s a good lad. I’ll always be proud of you… for everything that’s happened to us in the past year, you’ve been taking it very well.”

“When are you going to leave…?”

“Tomorrow.” He offered Usopp a smile and pat his hair. “Just remember that you have to let whatever happens to you push you forward, not back.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Different people get pushed differently by the same things, so don’t compare yourself or get too worried. You’re your mother’s son—nothing is going to keep you down for long. I know it.”

Usopp wiped his nose on his arm and laughed weakly. Yeah… he guessed so.

“Until then,” Yasopp said, “let’s party! Go get some cake from Lucky Roux! Big slices! Go on!” He shoved his son from the booth and watched as he scurried across the dining area to where their large crewmate was lording over an even larger cake.

What was harder? Leaving his kind and understanding wife and a baby who didn’t know him or his son just as they were just becoming acquainted? He didn’t think he had the answer, nor did he want one.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Dawn was just beginning to break and wash Foosha Village with a lovely golden glow. The Red Hair Pirates all were asleep where they had been partying in the bar; even Usopp was curled up in his father’s side… that was… until Luffy began to shake him awake.

“Hey, Usopp! Get up!”

“What is it?” the boy asked groggily.

“I’m hungry, and no one else is awake to cook.”

“What about Miss Makino?”

“Her door’s locked.”

Usopp groaned and tried to shake his father awake—nothing. So, instead, he found a lockpick set on one of the other pirates and went up the stairs with Luffy. He worked patiently, eventually getting the door to give way. The pair went into the dark room and tugged at the blankets, rousing the sleeping adult.

“Miss Makino!” Luffy whined. “We’re hungry!”

“Oh fuck…” was the reply, except it wasn’t Makino…

“Captain…?” Usopp frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“I… uh… fell asleep talking to Miss Makino. She’ll be down in a minute.”

“…but Shanks! You’re naked!”

“I know Luffy, just… fuck… go play until Miss Makino calls for you, alright?”

The boys left the room disheartened, but also very confused. Why was the Captain in Miss Makino’s room? It took until they were outside watching the bugs hum to life in the sunrise before Usopp realized what had happened, hitting him like a ton of bricks.

Luckily for him, the scream he let out was the same he made when a bug took him by surprise, so no one awake in Foosha paid him any mind.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

After a tearful goodbye at the docks, the Red Hair Pirates sailed off without their youngest member. The boy and his friend watched until the ship could no longer be seen on the horizon, heading off to the forest afterwards to go play with bugs. They did that for a couple months, playing during the day and pretending to be pirates up in their rooms at night, until one morning, Usopp came down the stairs and saw that Luffy was not there.

“He’s gone?!”

“Yes; his grandpa came this morning and took him to the mountains,” Makino said. “We can go visit him in a couple weeks, if you’d like.”

“A couple weeks?!”

“We’re supposed to take food up to the Dadan Family around then—that’s who he’s staying with.”

“Th-th-the D-d-d-dadan Family?! Is Luffy going to be okay?!”

“Pretty sure; his grandpa wouldn’t take him there unless the thought it would be for the best.” She watched as Usopp sat down at his usual bar stool while seeming very conflicted. “I told him about you, by the way.”

“You did…?”

“I did. He likes that Luffy has a friend in you. For the meantime, it’s probably better you stay here, with me, in a place that’s not a bandit-infested forest.”

“True, true,” Usopp nodded. A plate of food was then placed before him, brightening his expression considerably.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Kaya,

It’s me, Usopp! I know we haven’t spoken in a long time, but I thought I’d write to you now that I know where I’m staying! There was enough left over in my allowance to get some paper and Coo fee, so here I am!

How are you doing? My dad left me in a different village, where people are nicer than the ones in Syrup. It’s called Foosha, and it’s in Goa Kingdom. I live with a lady named Makino—she’s really nice! You’d like her! She owns a bar and I help out sometimes. It’s the only one in town, so lots of people come by. Pirates, Marines, bounty hunters, bandits—we see them all! I’m saving the money I make so Luffy and I can sail to the Grand Line when we’re older! Maybe you can come along too?

Oh, yeah, that’s right: you’re my first best friend, but Luffy’s my second best friend. He used to live with Makino too, but now he lives in the mountains with his brothers Ace and Sabo. Luffy ate a Devil Fruit! He can stretch! It’s pretty cool, but not as cool as my shooting skills! I’m getting really good and some day, I’ll be better than my dad!

Okay, it’s time to wrap up now. It’s almost time for bed. I’ll send this in the morning.

Usopp

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Luffy! Luffy, where are you?!”

Usopp looked around the treehouse, trying to find his friend. While it wasn’t unusual for him to not be there, at the same time it felt as though something was off. The boy shuffled around in an attempt to find any of the hideout’s usual suspects and got nothing.

Huh.

Shifting his backpack, Usopp cautiously wandered the forest in search of his friend. It wasn’t really like Luffy to not be around during Supply Day, when he and Makino brought food and drinks and other things up to Curly Dadan and her bandit crew. He was getting pretty good at dodging the dangerous parts of the forest—the things that Luffy’s grandpa said would make him stronger—and was actually beginning to like the place.

Except, when he finally found Luffy, he and Ace were standing near a cliff, the younger sobbing as they watched the Grey Terminal smolder in the distance. A couple sticks tied together into a cross had been stabbed into the ground and something sickeningly familiar coiled in the pit of Usopp’s stomach.

“Luffy? Ace? Where is Sabo?”

Ace was the one to turn around first, his face more dour and serious than the other boy had ever seen. “The Celestial Dragons murdered him. They didn’t care that he was just a kid.”

“I hate them!” Luffy hissed. “I want Sabo back! We made a promise…!”

“That’s not gonna help!” Usopp snapped. He then gasped, shocked at his own outburst, and softened his tone. “Wanting a dead person to come back isn’t going to do anything, like when my mom died. You have to be brave…” He then looked down at his hands—chapped from experiments with his chemistry set and wiping tables at the bar—and began picking at his fingers. “You have to let it push you forward.”

“Smart,” Ace nodded. He watched as Usopp pulled some food from his backpack and offer it consolingly to Luffy. “You sure you don’t want to stay here with us? There’s an opening now and… well… Sabo did like you. He’d like you being our third.”

“I can’t replace him,” Usopp said, shaking his head. “Besides, I learn a lot in the village! I don’t want to stop learning because I’m out here fighting to survive!”

“Fair,” Ace chuckled. The smile on his face was genuine, which made Usopp feel better.

“Then you and I can go!” Luffy insisted. “Ace and Sabo were already going to leave me behind! I can be co-captains with Usopp!”

“Luffy, that’s a lot of responsibility,” Ace warned.

“Well, yeah, but I’m gonna get stronger! And stronger! And stronger! And Usopp’s gonna get smarter, and we won’t let anything beat us! We won’t let anything like what happened to Sabo happen again!”

“We’ll do our best,” Usopp agreed. “Because that’s what friends do, right?!”

“Shishishi—right!” Luffy grinned through the remainder of his tears and snack. He and Usopp clapped their hands together, sealing the deal.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was a busy afternoon in Foosha Village, with many ships at the port on their usual trade stops. In Party’s Bar, the young teenaged busboy hurried to clear tables and wipe down surfaces, moving quickly as he worked.

“I’m gonna go wash some dishes, Miss Makino,” Usopp said, presenting her with the full tub. His boss was mid-pour of some beer and nodded as she finished it off.

“Let me know when you’re done, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am!” He carried everything into the kitchen and found that the water from when he did glasses a few moments earlier was still hot. Taking advantage of that, he got right into washing dishes, not even noticing that someone else had slipped into the kitchen behind him.

“Usopp, I’m bored!” The teen nearly dropped the plate in his hands at the sound of his friend’s voice. Turning around, he saw that it was definitely his best friend and co-captain, having snuck his way in without a problem.

“Luffy, I’m working.” He put his hands on his hips and scowled. “Don’t you know what a job is?”

“Jobs are boring—let’s go have fun!”

Usopp stuck his head out the kitchen door with a scowl. “Miss Makino! Luffy’s being a bad influence!” The woman in question simply smiled as she dried a glass with an expert hand.

“You’ve been working very hard, Usopp,” she said. “I think you’ve earned a bit of time with Luffy being a bad influence. Go on.”

“…but…!”

“Go! Go!” She shooed them both out through the back, insisting she had things covered until dinner. The teens then found themselves wandering around, with Luffy eventually bringing them to sit on the cliff overlooking the harbor.

“What do you think they’re doing?” Luffy wondered, his gaze unfocused over the ocean. Usopp shrugged.

“Ace might have made it to Logue Town by now… and my dad’s in the Grand Line, so I dunno…” He looked at his friend and wondered. “Are you sure you want me to sail with you?”

“Well, yeah, of course I do,” Luffy insisted. “You’re my friend and co-captain! Like how Ace and Sabo were gonna be co-captains!”

“…except, Ace and Sabo were brothers—your brothers—and I’m just a kid who lives in town.”

“That doesn’t make it different.” Luffy then laid down, turning his face to the sky. “We’re gonna do great things once we get to the Grand Line!”

“The two of us?”

“Well, yeah, but of course we’ll have a crew first. I’m sure Shanks and your dad will laugh at us if it’s just us two in a dinghy.”

“Ha, yeah…” Usopp hugged his knees and frowned at the ocean waves. “Doesn’t mean it’s not scary.”

“Shishishi—of course it’s scary!” Luffy laughed. “That’s the whole point of adventure, isn’t it? Doing things and seeing places other people are too scared of? Being more free than anyone else out there?”

“I guess, but…”

“You worry too much, Usopp.”

“Maybe that’s because you don’t worry enough.”

“Mmm… probably. But that’s okay. We’re still the captains, and that means we’ll take care of the crew and each other. That’s what counts, right?”

“Yeah… I guess it does.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Usopp admittedly wasn’t entirely prepared for when he set out from Foosha Village with Luffy, but he didn’t think that things would be as crazy as they became.

Making a new friend while surviving a mace-wielding nutcase? Check.

Recruiting a bounty hunter to the crew so powerful he was referred to as Pirate Hunter? Check.

Letting their new friend go off to do something as insane as join the Marines?! Check.

Team up with a girl to fight against a murderous clown that could slice himself into tiny bits? There was not enough insanity Usopp could conjure to have predicted that one.

However, when the young woman said that she was a navigator, there was a single request he had for where they would go next.

“So, this is where you’re from?” Nami asked. She raised an eyebrow at the sleepy little town. Their small boats were moored by the harbor and they were now walking along the path that led into the village. “There’s not a lot to it, is there?”

“No, but it’s still important to me,” Usopp said. “Let’s go see what’s going on these days!”

“Are we going to visit Kaya?” Luffy asked. Zoro and Nami looked at each other, then Usopp.

“Who’s Kaya?” Zoro wondered.

“Oh, that’s just Usopp’s super-best friend when he lived here!” Luffy explained. Usopp began to blush, which made the other two smirk. “He only talked about her, like, all the time when we were growing up!”

“We wrote a lot after I left, so we’ve been keeping in touch.”

“Well then, let’s go meet her,” Nami grinned.

Usopp swallowed hard—that was the look of a woman on a mission, and he wasn’t entirely certain he liked said mission. The crew meeting Kaya was sort of the last thing he wanted to do at the moment. He knew it was inevitable, however, and continued to lead them into the village, where everyone stared at them with some form of curiosity or disdain.

“Some welcome wagon this is,” Zoro noted as someone closed some window shutters at the sight of them. “I’ve gotten better receptions in dive bars in my bounty hunter days.”

“Well, Dad wasn’t too popular with the village, and Mom defended him, so she wasn’t liked a lot either,” Usopp shrugged. “Before I met Luffy, I only ever had one friend…”

“…and that’s this Kaya…?” Nami finished. He shrugged—well, yeah. “Do you think she’d like to come along?”

“Probably not—she’s been sick since her parents died a couple years ago. Even if she wanted to go, she’d likely need a doctor to come along too, and I don’t think any of us are good enough at medicine for that.”

“No, I guess not,” Nami said. She then noticed that they had walked past the last house, continuing on the path. “Uh… Usopp? Where does your friend live?”

“Right outside the village,” he said. “It’s how we became friends—we both didn’t live in the main part of the village, so we were practically neighbors!”

Except the crew didn’t expect his “neighbor” to live in a literal mansion, where the door was answered by a tall butler with slicked-back black hair and eyeglasses.

“Miss Kaya is too ill to visit with the likes of you; now go away.”

“Who the hell are you, telling me Kaya’s not doing well?!” Usopp fired back. He glared at the man standing in the doorway to Kaya’s house, unsure of the aura he was giving off. “I’m the Dread Captain Usopp, and I’ve been Kaya’s best friend since we were kids!”

“I’ve never seen you before,” the man sneered. He looked over Usopp’s shoulder at the rest of the crew, who were standing a few paces back. “Now you hooligans better leave before I call the police!”

“Klahadore! Don’t!” It was then that Kaya appeared at his side, looking rather cross. She also looked extremely frail, which was a distinct change from the girl who Usopp used to climb trees and play tag with. “This is the friend I’m always writing to! It’s him!”

“Miss Kaya! You should not be up!”

“My friend is back! That’s reason enough!”

“This is a charlatan, not your friend; besides, you are in no state to receive visitors.”

“Huh…” Nami muttered. “This is more interesting than I thought.”

“I’ll say,” Zoro agreed. He glanced over at Luffy, seeing that the captain’s fist was clenched. “Oi. Let Usopp fight his own battles.”

“This guy pisses me off,” Luffy said. “Usopp lies, but not about important stuff. Kaya’s one of his most important people.”

“I don’t know if that’s up for us to determine,” Nami added.

“We’ve been writing to each other to years! I’m her friend!”

“Miss Kaya has been corresponding with a young man from the city with prospects and standing,” the butler sneered. “You look like someone with neither.”

“That’s what Mother and Father told you so that you wouldn’t worry!” Kaya said. “We knew your ship was sunk by pirates, and that’s what Usopp’s dad is, but he’s a good guy!”

“Pirates are nothing but cowards and scoundrels.”

“Mother always said that his father was unjustly blamed and his mother brave for loving him! She hated having to stand by and watch, but she remembered! They were brave and loving people!”

Usopp sucked in a breath—he never heard anyone describe his parents in such a way. If that was what Kaya was always told, then maybe… was his dad wrong about this place?

“I cannot let us waste more time with these degenerates,” the butler said.

“Klahadore, that is enough! I command you—!”

Everyone went quiet as the butler slapped Kaya across the cheek. She stared at him, eyes wide and mouth ajar. Usopp froze in shock, unable to move. Luffy made a motion to hit the guy back, but Zoro put a hand on his shoulder. Not yet.

“Now look at what you made me do,” the butler hissed. “Your parents left your care to me, and now…” He looked at his own hand in irritation, which he then turned to Usopp. “You four are not welcome here. Do not attempt to contact Miss Kaya any further. Good day.”

The door closed in Usopp’s face and the teen—still in shock—could only gape.

“What the fuck…?” he breathed. “Kaya…?” He pounded both fists on the door and screamed her name at the top of his lungs.

“Come on,” Nami said, gently pulling him from the door. “We’ll figure something out.”

“…but…!”

“She’s right; let’s go,” Luffy frowned.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was the dead of night as Usopp snuck onto the grounds of Kaya’s mansion, heading directly over to where he remembered her room was. He knocked gently on the windowpane and stepped back, waiting for her to get out of bed. Soon as she opened the window, he hugged her tightly, an act which she returned.

“I can’t believe he did that,” he whispered. He then held her at arm’s length and tried not to gasp at the sight of her in the moonlight. “Has he ever done that before?”

“No… and he’s been apologizing since,” she replied. “I… I should have told you sooner…”

“Come with us,” Usopp blurted out. “We can get you out of here, see the world…”

“You know I can’t…!”

“We’ll just get a doctor on the way; it’s a priority anyhow,” he said. Seas… had Kaya always been this pretty? “Please…”

“I’m too fragile…”

“…from staying in this room! Come with us! Let me take care of you! Don’t tell me after all you wrote that you don’t want to see what’s out there?”

“Usopp, you know I do, but…!” She was cut off by the sound of someone else in the house, just outside her door. “Quick! Hide!” Usopp was just out of sight when the butler entered the room. “Oh! Klahadore! You didn’t need to come in!”

“You didn’t answer and I was worried,” he said. “Why is the window open?”

“I was a bit warm,” she lied. “Besides, I’m a bit restless.”

“Are you thinking about that boy again?”

“My friend, even if you don’t believe me.”

“Your parents left you in my care—it would be a great dishonor to their memory if I didn’t question the boy and his intentions regarding you.”

“His intentions…? Klahadore, his intentions involve going out to sea and becoming a proud warrior. He made a promise to visit me before he did, and he tried, and you ruined it.”

“A pirate’s child turning pirate is worse than both those things put together. His blood is poisoned…”

“…only because you don’t know him. Goodnight, Klahadore. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Despondent, the butler left the room and closed the door behind him, his charge waiting to hear his footsteps down the corridor before she flung herself back at the window, seeing Usopp hugging the wall in terror.

“Give me three days,” she said. ��That’s when I’ll have the opportunity to get out of here.”

The grins they shared were brighter than the moon and stars combined.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“I still don’t know why we’ve got to wait,” Zoro grumbled. He and the others were sitting up inside Usopp’s house he used to share with his mom, the night after he talked to Kaya. The co-captain poked his head out the window, checking to make sure no one else was around.

“That asshole butler of hers takes a weekly trip to the next town over to get certain groceries,” he said. “We’ll help her sneak out then and leave notes with another butler and the village leader to kick Klahadore out while she’s gone. Then the five of us can head to the Grand Line.”

“No offense, Usopp,” Nami said, “but what can she do other than weigh us down?”

“She won’t!”

“The witch has a point,” Zoro grunted. “She’s practically an invalid; you can’t take someone like that to the Grand Line and expect everything to turn out okay. Maybe if we already had a doctor…”

“Luffy, can you back me on this?” Usopp groaned. He looked over at the other teen, who had his nose in a book. “Luff, come on…”

“I was just looking at this book—it’s got pictures from before we met!” he said. Luffy brought the book over to the table and set it down, showing a photo of Yasopp, Banchina, and a baby Usopp. “That’s your mom, right?”

“Yeah,” Usopp nodded. Something tugged at his heart—it was the first time he’d seen a photo of his mom in a long while. He turned the page and found one of him and her together, from right before she got sick. “You know, I never thought about her being the brave one until Kaya said it earlier.”

“She risked begin shunned by the village by being with your dad, from what it sounded like,” Zoro shrugged. “That, if anything, takes guts.”

“It really does,” Usopp agreed. He tensed up and stared at the door—someone was coming. The four all readied themselves, only for three kids to burst into the house.

“Pirates!” they cried.

“Uh… yeah…” Nami grimaced. This was going to be tedious, wasn’t it? “We’re pirates.”

“No, not you pirates!” the kid with the glasses panicked. “You’ve not done pirate stuff!”

“Well, we’re gonna do pirate stuff if I’m gonna be King of the Pirates,” Luffy said plainly.

“No, you don’t get it: there’s pirates at the slopes!” the one with the green hat explained. “And they’re talking about killing Miss Kaya!”

“Her creepy butler is with them, and he says he wants to kill her himself!” Glasses said.

“We think they want to blame you for it!” the third boy said. “You’re pirates too, but you’re not mean! Doesn’t Miss Kaya like you?!”

“She does,” Nami said. She looked over at Usopp, who seemed absolutely terrified. “So, Co-Captain, what do you plan on doing?”

“We’re going to save Kaya!” he said, entire body shaking in nerves. Luffy and Zoro both grinned, as they knew that this meant they were going to be able to finally pick a fight.

It was on.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

When all was said and done, Usopp was sure he didn’t like cats to begin with anyhow. Adding the fact that Kaya’s asshole butler was a famous pirate captain that supposedly had been captured and executed years earlier and planned on killing her in order to get her money and retire? Definitely not one of the things he had expected when he set off from Foosha.

The butler crumpled to the ground unconscious, knocked out cold from Usopp’s Ten Ton Hammer. Kaya had been underneath him, making it so she had to avoid him falling on her. She looked up at her best friend and nearly cried.

“Usopp, I…!” Kaya gasped as he lifted her up to her feet. They looked at each other and giggled awkwardly. “Thank you.”

“A captain takes care of his crew,” he said. He then swallowed hard at the realization of what he just implied. “I mean, a pirate’s crew is their friends, and… you’ve always been my friend, and…”

With a smile, Kaya placed her finger on Usopp’s lips, silencing him. They then both leaned in and kissed one another, chastely yet by no means less exhilarating. The only thing that stopped them was hearing gagging noises—the Pintsized Pirate Patrol had found them.

“Oh, and what are you three going on about?” Usopp frowned. “Wait until you see someone so pretty you have no choice but to kiss them!”

“Adults are so gross!” Green Hat scowled.

“Uh-huh, sure,” Usopp deadpanned. He felt Kaya’s arms warp around his middle and he sighed, his arm going around her waist. “Now where’s the rope? We need to tie this creep up before he wakes up and tries to kill us all again!”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Are you sure you can’t come along?” Usopp asked. He was sitting with Kaya on the beach, watching as Luffy, Zoro, and Nami got a tour of the Going Merry. They were getting the caravel as a gift for saving the town from the Black Cat Pirates, which honestly took the entire village by surprise. The only reason they even believed the teens was the fact that Merry backed them at all, so it was his honor to present them with their reward.

“I’ve got to get better first, but I think I’m going to do something else,” she said. “I want to be a doctor.”

“That’s… very different from sailing with us,” he acknowledged. “I’m just curious… why?”

“…because one day you’re going to be dragging yourself back here and someone is going to need to patch you up,” she giggled.

“Ouch, okay, fair.” They both laughed before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. “As long as you’re going forward.”

“Yeah.” She saw how much fun the others were having with Merry and she nodded to gesture in their direction. “Come on—a captain needs to take care of his crew, right?”

“Right.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Miss Kaya, the newspaper.”

Months had gone by in Syrup Village, with Kaya making considerable improvement with both her condition and her studies. She was reading a chapter on phlebotomy over breakfast when Merry brought in the paper.

“Oh, thank you!” She took it from him appreciatively. “There’s so much happening that it’s difficult to keep up, isn’t it?”

“It can be,” he agreed. Merry watched as her brow furrowed at the front page. “What is it?”

“Usopp…” She went to the bounty poster inserts and pulled out a small pile dedicated to the Straw Hat Pirates. There was Luffy, Zoro, Nami… ah… wait… Sogeking?! “They all have bounties now.”

“Well, would you look at that; you’re right!” Merry laughed. “Declaring war on the World Government? Oh, he is going to need to get patched up next time you see him!”

Declaring war on the World Government in order to save his crewmate… he really was a brave captain after all.

#One Piece #fan fiction #Usopp #Yasopp #Banchina #Monkey D. Luffy #Red Hair Shanks #Makino #also contains #Yasopp x Banchina #Shanks x Makino #and #Usopp x Kaya #if the U in ASUL was Usopp that would be so fcking insane

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cloudi-bunni · 1 year

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Si puedes perdorar..el amor vivira…

Summary: Karube sister comes to see Arisu after the incident

(This is my first time writing for this character so I’m sorry if it’s bad!)

Walking down the endless halls you softly whisper to yourself the room number. Over and over again like some mantra. “207,207,207,20-“ there it was. The numbers shining on the door of a room. You take a deep breath in. Nerves taking your body and consuming it whole. You brought your hand up. Knocking on it twice. Waiting in silence for what it felt like forever. “Come in” a muffled voice replied to your unspoken message. Opening the door you peer in. You see the male you were searching for, his black shaggy hair covering his eyes.

“Arisu?” You hushed out. “Y/n?” He questioned, the shock in his eyes was apparent. “I just wanted to see how you were holding up…it’s good to see you again dude” you said now having the confidence to walk closer to him. “Yeah..look I’m sorry-“ he began before you cut him off. “I brought you some snacks I baked, i know you just can’t get enough of them” you chuckled, placing the basket of sweets on the table. “Look Arisu I’m glad you’re alright…and I don’t think it’s your fault for what happened to my brother, so you can quite blaming yourself for that dumbass” you looked down as you spoke to him. Only looking up at him when your lips let out the insult. You took a seat next to him. “Daikichi would have beat your ass if he knew you were blaming yourself for this” you giggled, looking at the ceiling your head filled with thoughts of what he might have said. “Yeah he would, He’d probably say something like ‘your taking responsibility for my death now too?’” He joked. Your sides were hurting, but you were just basking in the feeling.

“Remember when Daikichi took you and Chota out on one bike and came home full of scratches?” “Yeah we thought it was a great idea until our asses hit that wall” he replied. “I still have no idea how he convinced you two” you were now facing him. The sunlight hitting his face in a way that truly flattered him. The atmosphere made you feel at ease, much different then what you were feeling just minutes ago. Arisu always seem to have that effect on you. “I don’t even remember agreeing he just shows up with chota in the basket and told me to get on” he giggled at the memory.

“Mhm i remember when he tried to set us up, it was so cheesy” fixing yourself on the bed to a more comfortable position. “Yeah chota had me convinced to wear a suit” you shot up straight at that. “SO THATS WHY YOU LOOKED LIKE YOU WERE FROM THE 1800’s?” You yelled in shock. His smile getting even wider as he leaned close to your body. “Yeah! I looked fucking ridiculous!” Laughter and giggles filled the room. You were sure anyone that walked by could hear it. “It was so fucking embarrassing i was in a whole suit and we went to the fucking movies” he shoved his face in his hands. “I honestly thought you were just super passionate about the movie” “they never told me where we were going!”

The conversation seemed to last hours when in reality it was only 30 minutes. This all felt dream like. Joking around with your brothers best friend, remising about the past. It was all so unreal and your sure Arisu felt the same. A call reminded you that you could not stay like this forever. You got up from the bed to pick up the phone. “Yeah? Oh shit i forgot about that- no no I’ll be there soon Don’t worry about it” you ended the phone call, looking up at the man. “I have to go I hope you enjoy the sweets” running close to his bed you give him a peck on the cheek. You ran out of the bedroom. Leaving the male to his thoughts. His face turning a shade of red as he half the place your lips touched.

#arisu ryohei #alice in boderland x reader #fluff #arisu x reader

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roosterbruiser · 11 months

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Shit talking exes? Bet.

My only relationship to date was from the ages of 14-17, he was 2 years older than me and basically my only friend because of a bunch of drama with my friends because they couldn’t handle my mood swings/drama that happened with my dads family. (Whole other can of worms). So he was my best friend and my boyfriend, although all his friends let me tag along/were my friends too. Things were good, I think sometimes we both knew we were better as friends but he was also sort of lonely as well and so we just texted all the time or talked on the phone all the time/always were hanging out together and even taking elective classes together to see each other more. Some of his girl friends were sort of flirty to him imo and he’d hang out with them by themselves sometimes and tell me there’s nothing for me to worry about. The girls also always told me I didn’t need to worry. Well he goes off to the navy my right before my senior year. Go to Illinois with his parents and male bestfriend to see him graduate (AFTER seeing a screenshot of a note from his bestfriend - who in all fairness didn’t realize girl’s detective skills and how desperate I was to hear from him when he was basically sending letters to everyone but me/I could tell he wasn’t feeling it (which we had had our moments of basically blah like most long term couples do) - that basically told his buddy how he wished id stop sending him letters in boot because I was annoying and clingy etc.) so my dumb self should have not gone but I was happy for him and did. While we were there a girl he knew from boot couldn’t have family come so she hung out with us that day.. come to find out he was basically cheating on me in boot camp with her and even risking a lowkey dd if they had gotten in trouble (according to another friend of mine) and told me after he was in A school. My dumbass still spent 6 months of us still sort of “trying” to work it out and just kinda being friends and hurt by each other/over it but refusing to officially end it because it was our first relationship and how does one end something with someone who it’s been 3 years with? By the time we actually split it was 3 1/2 years to the day that we decided on New Years Eve while he was back in town that we would be over. Still spent the two weeks he was home before that together though.. fast forward 2 months and one of his old girlfriends is messaging me saying he’s flirting with her and asking me what’s up and so I told her we split and that it was fine if she decided to see what happened with him. 4 months later they were engaged and a few months later she was pregnant. He came back for my highschool graduation (so right around when they got engaged) and it was nice to sort of have my friend back without all the hurt since it had been a few months. Man lowkey tried to say he wished we had had sex - we did other things but never actually intercourse because he was big on no sex till marriage (WHICH LOOK HOW THAT TURNED OUT BUDDY) *just making it known that here I am at 27 still a virgin* - and I obviously was like uhhh no. LOL. Once he left after my graduation we never really talked again and just drifted apart. All in all I learned a lot, and tbh it’s not like I hate him bc he still was my bestfriend throughout highschool even though we both sometimes were horrible to each other. I am a little salty looking back though bc I might have been one of those horrible teenage girlfriends that we are a lot of at 16 bc you don’t know better but he really did do some fucked up things there that I didn’t deserve and that really fucked with my already low self esteem/body image issues. Bc of course then I was wondering if it was bc I was plus sized etc.

I know that was a lot but figured I’d jump on the shitty ex train.

I am so glad you did jump on the crazy ex train!! holy moly!! this read as a very epic saga!!

after reading your story, I just want to say that I am SO HAPPY you understand your self-worth!! you truly deserve all the good things in the world and if you're with someone who doesn't believe that, kick them to the curb!!

I will say, ending long-term relationships is literally so fucking hard, even if they're circling the drain. especially if it's a first!! I admire your strength and growth so much!!

and pls know you have so many fans here now!! that is such a slay moment for you!! I love the self-love and realizing you're worth MORE!!

#m answers #slumber party #exes shmexes

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storytimeswithdelilah · 2 months

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How I met my boyfriend and my best friend almost called the police because she thought I was dead :)

This is my first post I hope you enjoyed my very true but so unserious story times about my silly little life <3

Me and my boyfriend have been together for nine months now, however we met in a very unusual way.

I had not long come out of a very disturbing relationship with someone I met in college, they were awful company and very often made me do things I did not want to do. However it was a few months after and we had only been together for a short time before I broke up with them.

I was not actively looking for a relationship at this point however I got a friend request on Snapchat from a boy. I reluctantly accepted and he began typing instantly. This low-key freaked me out being the sad little virgin I was but I waited until he was done. He basically started yapping about something I had no idea about but it sounded like I was supposed to know. I then asked him if I was the person he was supposed to add as I had no idea what he was talking about. He then realised that no, I was not the person he meant to add. He never blocked or removed me and he was just on my Snapchat for a while until he messaged me again saying he found me on instagram and that he thought I was cute. I then proceeded to tell him that was weird and that he was a stalker, I didn’t mean it I was in fact kidding. We began to talk more and more, we spoke for three months before he began to mention meeting up. He did not live near me, he lived in a city about half an hour from where I lived and I was beyond nervous. I’d never met anyone over the internet before and I was certain I’d get kidnapped.

So I began to put it off for as long as I could. Until one day I was out with some friends and he told me I wouldn’t meet him cos I was too pussy, he was joking, but I was drunk. So I challenged him, I was all like oh yeah I’ll meet you tomorrow after college. Why tf did I say that?! As soon as I sent the message I was like wtf what is wrong with me I am freaking out I don’t want to do this. But I couldn’t go back on my word.

My best friend told me I should go but to keep my phone on the whole time and message her updates and also to meet in public so I don’t die. Which was reasonable and I agreed. So on Thursday the 25th of may I got ready and made some dumb excuse that I needed to buy candles so we had to go shopping. I had no intention of buying candles because he was correct, I was a pussy and had no intention on buying anything because I was scared my card would decline for some reason and make everything awkward, I also didn’t want him to pay for anything because that was also scary to me for some reason.

So I got the train to see him and the whole time on the train I wanted to throw up, I also had an uncontrollable wedgie the whole time but that’s unimportant. I got off the train and saw him straight away and to be honest he was cute. And my dumbass said that. That was literally the first thing I said. “Oh how cute are you!” WHO TF SAYS THAT. He got all embarrassed and blushed and I was like Awh but at the same time I was like WHO TF SAYS THAT.

I decided to use my yapping skills to the full and just tell him some bullshit about my life to keep the conversation going which he didn’t seem to mind which was good. He then asked me what I wanted to do and me being weirdly scared of spending money had no idea what to do in this huge city filled with shops and restaraunts. He mentioned that I said I needed candles, so off we went into shops that I had no intention of buying anything from lmao. I’m not still like this now fyi idk why I was so weird.

We then found a spot to sit on in a park and we sat there for a while. We were talking and I remembered how he had asked me to be his girlfriend previously and I said no, I want to meet you before that.

His awkward ass straight up said “so am I your boyfriend now” and I thought that was super funny and I agreed that he in fact was my boyfriend now. I had no problem being his girlfriend I basically knew straight away that I did in fact have insane feelings for him.

However what I did in fact forget to do was update my best friend who was literally tracking my every move. My phone was on silent and I hadn’t messaged her since I got off the train.

We had a walk through the city for a bit and then we sat in the sunset and watched all the skater boys fall off their skateboards. Lmao sorry skaterboys.

I’m Ngl there were so many opportunities to kiss but he literally said he wouldn’t kiss me cause he was scared he would suck. I thought it was cute (he did kiss me on the second date tho)

It began to get cold and late it was like 9pm and he walked me back to the train station and waited with me for my train, before I got on the train he kissed me on my forehead and when I tell you THE BUTTERFLIES

I got on the train and was ready to text my best friend and give her the run down, however my phone died. I didn’t really think much of it in fact my first thought was that my now boyfriend would think I ghosted him.

I knew my mum was at my aunties which wasn’t far from the train station so I went there instead of home so I could charge my phone. When I walked through the door my mum and my best friend were there, my mum looked stressed so did my auntie and my best friend.

“What” was all I said. LMAO WHAT.

They immediately were like where tf were you we thought you died we were gonna call the police. They were all pretty stressed and I was like yeah my phone died. (Literally could not of given less of a fuck, nice one lilah) 😭

But anyways my friend forgave me we had a kebab and now me and my boyfriend have been together for almost 10 months.

And that is how I met him I hope you enjoyed there will definitely be more stories to come because I am a certified oversharer and yapper lmao.

Thanks for taking time out of your day to read <3

#storytime #real story #short story #real life #tw swearing #blogger #blog #cute #boyfriend #how we met #best friends #lovers #love

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afr0-thunder · 4 months

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[Poor Chronicles Pt. 35]

Topics: Weed/SEXI (update)/LOML (update)/Trolling/SIM Card Troubleshooting/Photography/Work (Hours)/Work (Social)/Girls/I Remembered…?/Reply, Read or Delivered (RRD)

I finally went to the dealer at the other location. Needless to say, will not be doing that…again. He wasn’t even the guy I looked for, just one of them. Still was the first though. I found my dealer … $100 later. I told him, he had missed out on $100 worth of my money. RIDICULOUS! While I was leaving yesterday, after I dropped my weed. Called me “Whiteboy!”. I almost said, “So you gone bitch me in front of yo friends? IIGHT!”. I considered getting a new dealer. I considered going the fuck off. I needed a solution for being called caucasian. My pet peeve. The disrespect was sky high. Is it this hard to identify light skinned African Americans? This dude’s from my part of the hood too. So confused. Weed, still, unfortunately, will be playing a larger role in my expenses going forward (I presume).

No updates from SEXI, I presume she’s dead.

The LOML left me on delivered. About my 4th DM in 2 weeks.

Still trolling the bad bitches of TikTok (with a fat ass). The jokes are now relative to having a fat ass. Still harassing the girl with 1000s of followers about talking to other dudes.

My SIM card was actually the issue. I had to spend $11 on that shit. It was not the phone at all. Compatibility issue and whatever else was fucked up. I also paid my bill. I keep receiving texts about payment today, so I’m getting frustrated about where my money went. Instinctively, I was going to pay online, at first. I will wait until the night hits to decide whether or not this will become an issue. I considered going in to see today, but I shall wait until midnight. I have wet the receipt, so it has been thrown out and I’m not sure how I will confirm this payment/purchase because it is not showing up on my account. Was not an AutoPay payment though, so we shall see.

I finally got around to the pictures, they came out just as I had wanted them. Look forward to taking more.

The other location I started at is going well. Two days in a row I was asked to leave early. Good for going home to smoke, but incredibly upset (about leaving, as I informed them). I was intended to be back tomorrow, but will be at my regular location instead. No issues, just extremely unexpected.

My head coach randomly starts becoming condescending and angry. I’m starting to think, “BITCH DO YOU WANT ME TO QUIT!?”

I went to my original location assignment after both days for my chicken salad. Told one of the managers that it’s better, here. The tall girl with the fat ass was there. Sadly, she works next on my off day. Cutie. Peeped she had some great titties yesterday too. Caught me off guard on every occasion. Now I have to fuck her. I’m not sure if I like tall white girls, black girls or short white girls with a fat ass. Crippling thoughts. Maybe just all.

Remembered this girl from college (second one). Bitch disgusts me, is annoying and most importantly is racist as fuck. I hate this bitch and her big titties. I said I’d never fuck her. She fucked this one dude I was friends with and dated the other. Now, I thought they were dumbasses for getting played by this one bitch (they called me after), but now I’m going to be dumb with them. This bitch makes me want to throw up on myself and I still want to fuck her. Damn…bitch got game…

Still playing goalie at your dream girl’s DMs. I’m like the 2010s Chicago Blackhawks bitch. Messaged this one girl from high school. STUPID fat ass and big titties. Guaranteed quarter finalist in girls I’d still fuck in any bracket.

Messaged these two married bitches. One to let her know she’s not taking our relationship seriously and the other to know she was thick (in her wedding photos). Damn, the 20+ers are going in on marriage and engagements. You bitches don’t cheat anymore?

- MH (2023)

[12/12/2023 - 6:22PM]

Dolphins lost to Titans. Chiefs lost to Bills. Jaguars lost. Browns still in it. Ravens on top, it’s looking like. Texans?

Eagles lost BAD to 49ers AND Cowboys. Terrible for the best record and a few next bests. Still very good playoff potential (preparation against best opponents). Lions? Tough loss to the Bears. I just told my African American manager he could relaunch from where his high school football career went wrong and play for the Bears. We have a wide receiver with 1000+ yards and 6 TDs and we don’t even have 5 wins. Well now we do and beat one of the best teams. He also did returns as well for special teams. He may be on my shitlist, but I really think he could do this (unfortunately). He actually has several talents. Is just an asshole. Acting and/or comedy would be his next best options for success. Unfortunately, people think I’m joking when I suggest these things.

Oh, and Florida State. Might be #4, but better than being Alabama and not in it. People were scaring the shit out of me with the post game day ranking updates. Temporary, but they’re still in it. Ohio State, Alabama & Texas were upsets with those losses, still. I still believe the lower rankings in the Top 25 should be able to knock off #1.

#personal #poor chronicles #poor #poverty #life #lesson #life lesson #life lessons #guidance #struggle #chicago #2023 #LilMark #PUNKAssMark #afr0-thunder

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trinthebean · 1 year

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Yet, here i am again

You asked me to start the album.

The shared one we have, so you can see all my selfies and silly things in one place.

You rubbed my feet while you drove.

On that long car ride because i said my feet hurt. i put the picture i took of it in the album.

You told me you loved spending time with me.

Multiple times.

I enjoy it because it shows me more of you.

That’s what you said when i showed you my favorite songs.

I don’t plan on not having you in my life anytime soon.

As we laid on my bed talking about what our futures would look like. You know I’m scared of finishing school, being fully on my own and working.

I plan to do more of this sooner than later.

When i asked you how you felt after spending our day in the city together.

Would you take care of me if i was sick?

When i sent a selfie of me before clinical.

You looked fucking amazing

This was only four days ago…

You’re just… beautiful, that’s all i can say

Why wouldn’t i believe it when you told me so much?

You were the only person who showed up for me at my white coat ceremony

I couldn’t being to tell you how much that meant to me.

We should make each other Easter baskets and exchange them.

Sounds fun! Why not?

Wanna go with me to a wedding?

1. I love weddings 2. I’d go with you anywhere 😂

You said i love you first

That time when we were hanging up the phone

And then it was gone

All of a sudden we can’t talk. You don’t reply to my messages. Don’t return my calls. I know this whole post sounds so cringe but i don’t know where else to vent. I’ve been on the brink of tears for days and can’t concentrate on a single thing i need to do. I prayed for you. For a year and a half i prayed for a best friend. I begged God for someone who understands me at that level. I knew it was you when i could talk to you about anything. When we could lay in the grass together and contemplate the world. I confirmed myself and my feelings and KNEW they were reciprocated. I just KNEW i wasn’t letting my emotions and heart put a candy colored lens over my eyes. Letting me live in a world where our relationship was made beautiful only from my mind. I took great care of being careful to with whom i gave my heart this time.

Yet, here i am again

Barely pieced together. Crying when no one watches. Listening to emotion over and over again. Still buying the stuff for your basket like a dumbass… And thinking back to when i was 8 and an older woman came over to me. She asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“You look like you just lost your best friend.”

#besties #fragility #heartache #you broke my heart

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punkpsychologist · 2 years

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Day two

I woke up very anxious and puttered around my room until noon. I took a shower and it was lovely. Then I chilled with my roommates and went to my friends apartment for quesadillas. I talked to her partner and roommates and made friends with the cats.

As we were getting ready to leave a thunderstorm had rolled in and while in the car another friend messaged me asking to walk with him and HIS other friends to McDonald’s. Late at night. In the pouring, thunderous, rain. I went to my dorm to retrieve my raincoat and they were waiting near outside for me. I forget how frustrating it is to walk with groups of cis guys sometimes. They’re a lot taller than me and have longer strides, your girl was running every few steps to keep up with them lol. We got to the place after a while and ordered food while sipping wet with rainwater. I didn’t order anything but the guys were getting all kinds of odd stuff. I think I accidentally offended one guy who may have been a vegetarian, he ordered a burger with no meat and because all the others were purposefully making weird orders I assumed the same for him and didn’t initially realize his disappointment when they got his order wrong. Hopefully when we meet again we’ll be on a better foot.

There was also an older man sitting near us who seemed to be talking at me. Like a dumbass, I responded to him, which triggered a long attempt at a conversation. The guys told me that he was definitely an NPC and I said that I must’ve accidentally chosen the chat option that triggered the side quest, they seemed to appreciate the comment.

The walk back to the dorms was much nicer. My friend had been carrying a semi-broken umbrella that would only occasionally stay open. The whole way to the McDonald’s he had been trying to pass it off to someone else. At some point on the way back it stayed open and he handed it to me to use because my hair was getting really wet. I noticed him leaning down like he was trying to see if he could also casually walk beneath the umbrella so I held it a little it a little higher. He laughed almost kind of nervously when I did this and then I laughed because I wasn’t able to hold the fucking thing high enough for him to comfortably walk. This resulted in him taking the umbrella back and us just walking very close to one another while all except one of the guys went ahead. I think my friend and the one who stayed behind with us were the only second years(like myself) and they were both much more easygoing than the others. My friend and the straggler showed me where the library was as well as one of the building I needed to find for class tomorrow. When we were nearly back to the dorm, my friend quickly passed me the umbrella and took off because he saw a cool tree branch on the ground. He then excitedly returned and took back the umbrella whilst carrying a whole ass tree branch. I asked if he wanted me to carry something but he was ok apparently, this is also a good time to mention that this dudes hand is like totally injured. It’s like wrapped in blue tape and when I asked what happened to it both he and the straggler said “it exploded.” When we got back to the dorm hall we were all completely soaked from the rain and we talked about dnd a bit before going to our rooms. The straggler also gave me an awkward high-five as I headed to the girls wing of the dorm which got a laugh out of me.

I am now just chilling in bed writing this. I’m really trying to make some kind of daily post to catalogue my mental health. No picture today as it is very dark in here and I don’t want to show anything private.

This is genuinely the most socialization I have had in years. Maybe ever, who knows. If you’ve made it this far I hope something was interesting to you

#punk academia #psych student #college update #university #college #university life #psychology #college tips #ouija talks

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smallsimmer · 3 years

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And that gets you blocked fuck off

#I have NOT been having the fucking month to play this shit with me #delete later #told your dumbass not to message me again I see we don’t know how to read either 🥰

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myherowritings · 4 years

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Three in the Morning

— You’ve missed your best friend after not seeing him for over a week. To fix that problem, you show up at his window at three in the morning to fill the Iwaizumi-shaped void in your heart.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader word count: 2.9k genre: college/university au, fluff warnings: intoxication (reader is tipsy hghfjsd), jealous reader at one point, cuddling in bed, tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: written for bnha sanctuary one prompt haikyuu collab! :D a bunch of writers wrote their take on the same prompt “it’s 3am why are you outside my window” and this is the fic i came up with based on it! check out the other amazing fics here u won’t regret it ;) xx sof

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Walking around in the middle of the night just the slightest bit tipsy wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done in your whole college career, but you could safely say it wasn’t the dumbest— Not that it was something you should be proud of.

You and your roommates had just gotten home from a party and, for some odd reason, you had the sudden urge to see one of your best friends, Iwaizumi Hajime, right at that very moment. He had been studying for midterms all week and you weren’t able to hang out with each other like you normally did, causing a Iwaizumi-shaped void that you wanted to fill. (In a strictly platonic way, of course.)

And when you were half-sleep deprived, half-inebriated, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be rather...impulsive. From ordering too much takeout from any “open 24-hour” restaurant within a five mile radius, to uploading a video of you trying to come up with the perfect pasta recipe, you’ve done a handful of bizarre things during the ungodly hours of the night. But even you weren’t sure what was going on through your mind that convinced you sneaking out of your apartment and heading to Iwaizumi’s nearby was the best course of action while still slightly intoxicated.

The clock on your phone read that it was only a quarter ‘til three and you quickly shrugged on a jacket and sent Iwaizumi a sloppy “i’m omw iwaaaachann” text before stepping foot outside your door, making sure to shut it silently as to not awaken your roommates who had just fallen asleep.

As you made your way through your apartment complex, the thought briefly crossed your mind that Iwaizumi might be sleeping at the moment, especially since he had just finished his midterm exams, but you shrugged it off. You would cross that hurdle when you got there.

And so, when you finally—through some miracle from above—arrived at Iwaizumi’s in one piece, you weren’t sure what else to do other then stare at his half cracked open window. Since he lived on the second floor, it wasn't uncommon for him to leave a window open for air to come through during the hot seasons.

“Iwaizumi!” you yelled in a quiet whisper, hoping the wind would carry your words into his apartment for you.

When you received no reply, you pulled our your phone and began to message him. Although Iwaizumi liked to pretend he was an unsentimental guy who didn’t have time to deal with others’ bullshit, it was obvious that was false. He cared a lot about everyone, especially his friends. Maybe even too much. And one of the ways he showed he secretly cared was always having his phone on full ringer in case anyone needed help in the middle of the night— Something that was surprisingly quite common when you were friends with the chaos that was Oikawa.

Would it be mean to use that knowledge to your own advantage and spam Iwaizumi until he replied?

Maybe.

But in your defense, you were practically having an emergency only he could help with. You desperately needed your Iwaizumi fix after not having seen him in over a week and there was no one better to help you that problem than Iwaizumi himself.

Besides, texting him until he wakes up would be better than Romeo-and-Julieting this and climbing in through his window. Trying to scale a building while tipsy was too idiotic, even for you.

Y/N: are u awakeee?

Y/N: wakey wakey

Y/N: i miss u :(

Y/N: i’m outside ur window wink wonk

Y/N: iwaaa >.>

There was a cacophonous sound of loud text chimes ringing one after the other followed by a deep grunt and stretching sound. You pictured Iwaizumi blearily getting out of bed and checking his phone that he kept across the room (to minimize at-night screen time, he claimed) with a heavy-lidded look on his face.

After a few seconds of unidentifiable shuffles, you heard a strangled cry of, “What the—?!” before you saw the shadow of his head through the window screen.

“Y/N?” he asked incredulously, voice still rough and scratchy from having just been awakened.

You waved, beaming wildly. “Iwaizumi!”

There was a deep sigh as he cracked the glass open even wider. “It’s three in the morning— Why are you outside my window?” He peered down at you almost stumbling on the spot. “And are you drunk?”

“Barely,” you assured, though you still felt a slight buzz in your fingertips. “I missed you so I came here.”

“I— What? I mean— Huh?” he demanded, visible confusion in his tone. He rubbed his forehead before correcting himself. “I mean I miss you too. But it’s three in the morning! You couldn’t wait to miss me in a few hours instead?”

You didn’t know whether to pout because he didn’t grow some Rapunzel hair and let you climb it up to the window and fall into his open arms like you’d imagined, or cheer because he said he missed you too. Blissfully, you chose the latter. “You miss me?”

“Is that really all you heard?” said Iwaizumi with a snort before shaking his head in defeat. “Come up here. I’ll unlock the door for you.”

Your face lit up instantly as you nodded, bounding up the stairs of his apartment building and meeting with him face-to-face at his doorstep.

He had his arms folded over his chest as he waited for you at the entrance and, though he had tired circles under his eyes and still seemed half-asleep, was looking as attractive as ever. Not even the white polka dots on his pajama shorts could talk away from that fact. If anything, it made him all the more adorable.

“Iwa-chan!” you greeted excitedly, but still careful as to make sure you weren’t loud enough to wake up his roommate. You opened your arms out and he begrudgingly accepted your embrace. (Well, he tried to seem begrudging at least. But you saw his hidden smile as you nestled your chin on his shoulder.) “I missed you.”

“You said that already, dumbass,” he said with a tsk. He patted the top of your head before pulling away from your hug promptly. “You’re cold. Have you been standing outside for long?”

Pursing your lips, you looked up at him in confusion. “I don’t feel cold.”

“Because you’re too drunk to register it, probably.” With his warm hand on the small of your back, Iwaizumi ushered you inside and shut the door behind you. “Let’s go to my room so we don’t wake up my roommate, yeah?”

“‘Kay.”

Having visited his place so many times before, you knew it like it was your own apartment— Disregard the fact that your apartments had almost the same exact layout since you lived in the same complex. After sliding off your shoes at the entrance, you led the way to his room with Iwaizumi following closely behind you.

“Did you go to a party tonight?” he asked, eyes trailing down your body that was clad in an oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks. Iwaizumi took a seat on his bed and patted the spot next to him for you to join.

Laughing at his puzzled expression, you nodded. “Yeah, but I went to my place to change and get ready for bed,” you explained. “Tried sleeping but I missed you too much and wanted to see your face.”

You climbed onto the mattress with him and wiggled around until you found a comfy spot. The comfy spot happened to be side-by-side with Iwazumi, your back against the wall and cold thigh pressed against his warm one. You rested your head on his shoulder and he lazily drew circles onto your knee with the pad of his thumb.

Intimacy like this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the two of you— That’s just how things were. He was warm and comfy and good at cuddling, and you liked that.

It could maybe be considered just normal friendship things you two did with everyone if it weren’t for the fact that Iwaizumi wasn’t typically comfortable with physical touch from anyone other than you. And maybe if you also ignored that you weren’t too keen on the thought of him one day being this close to anyone else. If truth be told, you didn’t like the thought of that at all.

With a small huff, you hooked your left arm with Iwaizumi’s right, hugging his bicep to you in an almost clingy manner.

“You good?” he asked, lightly chuckling as he looked down at you gripping onto his side. “Or something troubling you?”

You hummed unsure how to answer. There wasn’t enough alcohol in your system for you to completely spill your guts with know remorse, though being tipsy did greatly increase your likelihood of being loose-lipped. “I’m just thinking about someone else being with you like this.”

Iwaizumi stiffened, shoulders tensing ever so slightly before he quickly relaxed his muscles again. He prompted gruffly, throat so tight it came out as a murmur, “And?”

“I don’t like it.”

He let out a sharp chuckle. “I see.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a smile on his face and you continued on. “You’ve been studying a lot with Sasaki-san lately.”

“Hmm. Have I?”

You nodded. “You have your biomechanics class with her, right?”

“Yeah. I guess we studied for the exam together for a few nights.”

There was a funny feeling in your stomach at the thought of him spending his nights studying with someone that then spiraled to you picturing them being compatible and falling in love and spending the rest of their lives together. You winced, trying to shake it off. You were one of his best friends; it’s not like you had the right to feel that way.

“She’s really pretty,” you said, hoping it would prompt him to talk more about her. Even if you had no right, you still wanted to know—

By now, the laughter Iwaizumi was struggling to hold in bubbled out of his mouth, cutting you off mid-thought. His shoulders bounced up and down and you reluctantly sat up from your position resting on top of him to give him a look of confusion.

“Why are you laughing at me?” you pouted. Your eyebrows were furrowed and the corners of your lips were quirked down, cheeks slightly puffed.

He nudged your side gently with his elbow. You nudged him back, but moved away before he could retaliate and start a nudge war. “Because you sound jealous and it’s funny.”

“I didn’t say I was jealous.”

“I didn’t say you said that.”

“I’m not jealous,” you corrected.

“Now that’s debatable.”

Your cheeks flooded with heat, grabbing a pillow off the head of Iwaizumi’s bed to hide the embarrassed look on your face, seconds away from throwing it at him if he started to laugh any louder. You huffed. You were not jealous. There was no way. You just didn’t like imagining one of your best friends with another person doing coupley things that you only wanted him to do with you. But that definitely wasn’t jealousy.

(Okay, fine. You were jealous. But you couldn’t admit that to Iwaizumi.)

“That’s just your lack of sleep talking,” you sulked, lying down on his bed with a pillow still over your face. “Go to sleep now.”

“I was asleep. Until someone showed up at my window unannounced and woke me up.”

“They sound annoying.”

He barked out a laughter and you felt the weight on the bed shift. The compressed springs near your feet where Iwaizumi sat released its tension before you felt a dip beside you. You held your breath, the warmth from Iwaizumi’s body radiating onto yours.

While sleeping in the same bed together wasn’t as common as just cuddling, it wasn’t something that was exactly rare. There were times when you came over to watch movies or a television series with him until you both passed out on his bed. And other times when he was feeling stressed or you were feeling sad and neither of you wanted to sleep alone. You knew if you called, he would invite you in. And it was the same if he came to you.

But that didn’t make your heart beat any less rapidly as you waited in anticipation for Iwaizumi to get under the sheets with you. No matter how many times you fell asleep together, that didn’t stop the rush of nerves and tense air of awkwardness from flooding the room. However, it took just one touch to break the ice and before you knew it, you were snuggling up next to him in complete contentment.

“They’re not annoying,” he said firmly, large hand resting on the curve of your hip. “Actually, I’m glad they showed up even though it was three in the morning and I was running on two hours of sleep from the previous day.” You winced at his words, the alcohol gone from your system by now and you realized the insensitivity of your actions. Still, your stomach fluttered when he said he was glad to see you. “Because I missed them too.”

You blinked slowly. “You’re talking about me right?”

Through the moonlight from the window, you saw him roll his eyes with a grin. “Is there anyone else you think I’d let into my bed at this hour?”

“Oikawa.”

He considered it. “Well, maybe. But it wouldn’t so much be me letting him than him weaseling his way in.”

You nodded solemnly, as if it made perfect sense. Because it did. “Fair enough. He’s the only other person I’d let into my bed like this too,” you admitted, earning a laugh out of the both of you. “Well, besides Oikawa then, there’s no one else you’d sleep with like this?”

“There hasn’t been since we started college. I doubt there would be anyone to change that. Nor would I want anyone to.”

For the second time tonight, you felt heat rise to your cheeks and had the sudden urge to turn the other way and stare at the wall instead of Iwaizumi. But he held you tight by the waist so you couldn’t wiggle your way out of his grasp— Which did not, at all, help with the flaming face situation.

He only wanted you? There was a euphoric feeling in your chest when you realized he felt that way, and you felt the same.

“Someone’s bold tonight,” you managed to choke out, softly pressing your shaky fingers to the center of Iwaizumi’s chest. You felt the outlines of his toned pectorals beneath your palm and you had to remind yourself to keep on breathing.

“It’s from the lack of sleep. Sorry.” He didn’t sound apologetic. In fact, he seemed the opposite of apologetic when he brought you almost imperceptibly closer to him. If you weren’t so aware of the spatial distance (or lack thereof) between the two of you, there was no way you would have noticed. But you did. And you didn’t mind it. “I don’t have my usual filter.”

“Maybe I like you like this,” you said without missing a beat. Your initial reaction was to be embarrassed about the words that just left your mouth, but when you saw his growing smile, you felt a rush of assurance coursing through you. “I always like you, I suppose.”

“Like me?” he prompted, almost teasingly. “In what way?”

You gulped. Was this Iwaizumi being flirty?

Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for him to compliment you and occasionally play around— But if you thought your heart would ever be ready for him to actually flirt, you certainly thought wrong. You weren’t ready at all.

“L-Lots of ways,” you stammered out. “But in particular, the ‘I think you’re cute and I maybe want to date you’ way.”

“Funny.” His voice was a low whisper that rasped in your ear. “I think I like you in that way too.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

“Huh. Well, if we both like each other in that way…maybe we should…” you trailed off, feelings of timidness suddenly overcoming you. “You know…”

“Date?” he supplied with a knowing grin. You nodded bashfully. “Tomorrow.” There was an air of promise and sincerity in his tone. “Let’s get some sleep and then when we wake up we can go on our first date.”

Tranquility spread through your veins as you let out a happy sigh, your muscles growing lax at your calmed state. Although your heart was beating out of your chest at the prospect of actually dating Iwaizumi, his comforting embrace was enough to lull you into sleep. Your senses were flooded with him—his touch, his smell, the quiet sound of his steady breathing—and you realized there was no other place you’d rather be.

“Are you sure you won’t be too tired from exams?” you said before sleep overtook the both of you. “And from me waking you up in the middle of the night? Which…sorry for that again, by the way.”

“Don’t apologize. It was worth it,” he mumbled, lips brushing against your forehead as your eyelids fluttered shut. “I’ll always be here when you need me. Even if it’s at three in the morning.”

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Can you do a part 2 for the reader x bakugou sexting fanfic 🥺 like the smut part hehe

I knew this was coming~ ofc you cannn💕 also, title change bc I can😭

"A Dream Come True~ Part 2/2" Bakugo x Reader

Summary: Continuation of PART 1

Words: 2,413

Warnings: Smut

~*~*~*~*

The rest of the day went by in a blur as the anticipation for tonight set in. The disbelief over what happened at lunch never went away and thankfully Kirishima and Kaminari didn't seem to notice you and Bakugou acting differently.

On the walk back to the dorms, you and Bakugou trailed behind your two oblivious friends. Your face was flaming hot by the proximity of being next to Bakugou after knowing what the two of you did at school.

"Man...we didn't do any physical training today. We'll have to try that special move tomorrow, Kami! Knowing Aizawa, he won't go easy on us since he let us off the hook today. Right, Bakugou?" Kirishima stretched his arms over his head as he shot a glance back to the said person walking too close to you.

Bakugou scoffed. "Like you could keep up in training anyways."

With that comment, Bakugou stepped away from you as Kirishima turned into your space, the both of them starting to bicker. At least now it felt like you could breathe a little and you traded spots with Kirishima, now walking beside Kaminari who was laughing at some remark Kirishima said about Bakugou's 'unmanly attitude.'

Listening to them made you smile as you thought about tonight and if it would change the dynamic of your group. What you did today was on a whim and while the response you got was unexpectedly positive, the thought of your friendship changing dwindled your smile.

"You okay, (Y/n)?"

You look over and see Kami looking at you with a concerned expression on his face. His voice was hushed as he had leaned in closer to you.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm okay. Thanks, Kami." You muster a reassuring smile at him as the four of you climbed the steps to the dorms. You open the door and rush to the stairs.

"I'm uh- going to go take a shower." Was all you said, sparing a quick glance at the three boys before taking off to your room to grab your things and head to the showers.

~*~*~*~*

By the time you got back to your room, you had managed to cool your head a bit, relaxed and tired from today's emotional ride. Settling down on your bed, you hum in content as you pick up your phone seeing a text from Bakugou which brought reality crashing back down on you.

A Taio Cruz Fan: For someone who talked big game earlier, you're quick to run away when things get heated.

You did feel guilty, but maybe it's worth a shot to explain to him how you feel? The worst that can happen is that nothing happens and today would've just been a fever dream. The best that could happen, well...

(Y/n): Yeah...about that...I have a question.

Almost immediately you see him typing.

A Taio Cruz Fan: Well ask me then idiot.

(Y/n): Is this gonna be a one-time thing or...???

You see the hesitation in his response and you gulp, feeling your heart accelerate, preparing yourself for heartbreak. It's not like you didn't want anything to happen, but after all, you had feelings involved in this, and if it's one-sided, it'll hurt you more in the end.

A Taio Cruz Fan: What do you want it to be?

It was a safe response and despite your anxiousness, you roll your eyes at him being clever. Way to try and get me to tell you how I feel, Bakugou.

(Y/n): I want it to be more...

Seeing your message left on read had your heart sinking into your stomach.

You could feel the embarrassed tears start to form as the word 'stupid' came to mind before there was banging on your door. The noise startled you as you tried you calm your emotions as you stood, making your way to answer.

Expecting to see Kaminari checking in on you from earlier, you were shocked to see Bakugou staring at you with a slight flush on his cheeks and he held a pillow and blanket in his arms. "Move, dumbass, I'm coming in."

Wordlessly, you move to the side as he hastily makes his way into your room, setting up his items on your bed. You watched, standing in the middle of your room, confused as to what was going on. When he was done, he sat up, staring straight at you with his legs bent out in front of him.

"C'mere."

His voice was low and you gulped, still wordlessly obeying his commands. Placing a knee onto the bed, you go to shuffle your way next to him until he pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapped tight around your waist.

"B-Bakugou?!" Finally managing to choke out some words, you squirm in his lap, surprised by the sudden closeness.

"Don't move." Bakugou tightens his arms even more around your waist. "Let me talk."

You try to settle down comfortably only to feel his heart beating against his chest as you lean into him, resting your face on his shoulder. Once settled, you hear Bakugou let out a 'tsk' before hugging you to him.

"If I already felt some type of way about you, dumbass, do you really think I would've responded to you the way I did?"

Now that you think about it, Bakugou did in fact NOT blow your head off in the middle of the cafeteria, but the possibility of him returning feelings seemed too far-fetched. This was just too confusing for you to understand. What was he trying to say?

"Um...but our friendship and everyone else..." Trailing off, you busy yourself by playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. It was too intimate considering your position, but the distraction was helping you keep your mind off the fact that you were straddling his lap, pressing tightly against him.

Bakugou tsked again and pushed you back a little so he could look at your face. "What about them? Nothing is going to change, dumbass." His face was still flushed a light pink and he averted his eyes, annoyed. "As if I didn't think about it already."

The last part of his sentence was mumbled and you furrowed your brows. "What?"

"I didn't say shit! Everything is gonna be fine, (Y/n). You're thinking too hard." Bakugou's voice got softer and hearing your name fall from his lips in a reassuring manner had your heart speeding up.

Not trusting your voice, you nod your head with your eyes unfocused as Bakugou leaned in closer. You could feel the heat radiating off your face as he stopped inches away from your lips.

Your eyes immediately drop down to his lips, your hand subconsciously gripping his shoulders. Your heartbeat was now pounding in your ears as you anticipated his lips on yours.

Suddenly, he smirked.

"You're fun to tease." His low raspy voice made you shiver as he took it a step further and brushed his lips against yours. "This is payback for earlier."

"Bakugou," you whined, shifting in his lap. Just as you were about to add on to your complaint, lips attached themselves on your neck harshly. The feeling had you gasping and jerking in his hold, your neck falling to the side as teeth scraped lightly over the sensitive skin.

His teething stopped and the suction had you arching into him, moans falling from you. "Fuck~"

Pulling away from your neck, Bakugou looks at your blissed-out expression, his own lips red and puffy.

This time, you lean in and finally place your lips on his sighing in relief. Kissing Bakugou was a lot better than you could've ever hoped for. Smooth lips claimed yours back in a soft almost sensual way before biting your lower lip, turning the kiss needy and aggressive.

You didn't realize where he was placing his hands until your core was stroked over your shorts making you jerk in surprise. Pulling away from the kiss, Bakugou watches your expression as he rubs his hand over your swollen slit, groaning as he did.

"Fuck yeah...I'm going to make you cum so hard." Hearing him murmur that had a needy whine falling from your lips as you moved off of him to strip.

"Please," you mewl, struggling to pull your shorts down. Bakugou watches you with lustful eyes before following your actions. He lets you lay down as you finally throw your clothes on the floor, his following soon after. Seeing him crawl over you, a predatory gleam in his eyes, his hand finds its way back down to your core, his thumb swiping over your bare clit. The feeling of his bare hands on your intimate areas had you crying out, your own hands mapping their way across his muscular chest.

He smirks and thumbs your clit again, glancing down to watch himself play with you. "So tell me, (Y/n)...what else happened in your dream? What didn't happen that you wanted too?"

His voice turned deep, fingers just teasing your dripping cunt, but not yet penetrating you. You wither underneath him, his eyes flying back up to catch your gaze. Just as he did, your hand brushed along his hardened shaft, a stifled moan escaping his lips. You do it again and watch his eyes narrow dangerously.

Next thing you know, you're on your hands and knees, with your wrists pinned above your head. "Innocent my ass. You act all cute and shit but really you're a fucking brat who needs to be tamed." The hand around your wrists tighten briefly in warning.

"But Baku-" You start but a slap on your ass quickly has you shutting up into a yelp.

"No 'buts.' Like I said earlier, you talked big game at lunch and now you're getting what you wanted. You should be grateful this pretty and wet cunt is being played with by me."

With that, a single finger entered you and your hips immediately rolled back on it, inhaling sharply. "Fuckkkk~"

Bakugou didn't waste any time before his finger is moving at a steady pace, opening you up while still keeping your hands pinned down.

"You never answered my question, dumbass. What else happened in your dream?" Slowing his pace down, Bakguou waits for you to answer as you whine at the lack of friction.

"U-um," struggling to clear your hazy mind to answer him, he completely stops his pace, pulling his finger out. "No! I told you everything already!" Whining loudly, you try to arch back on his retreating finger, only to have a second one come in with the first.

The suddenness had you releasing a breath of air, falling more forward.

"So your just hungry for my cock, huh?" Bakugou just about growled out, his fingers removing completely as you felt something else tease the outside of your opening.

"Look at you...drooling on it~ hah..."

A breath falls from Bakugou's lips making you whine in return. "Do it already Bakugou, I've been waiting all day."

With that, the feeling of his cock pushing its way inside you made you lose your breath, the pressure and burn making your eyes roll in your head. Bakugou loosened his grip on your hands, moving to your waist as he slowly buried himself to the hilt, his own lowly groans filling the room.

"Fuck...fuck...oh fuck...don't move your fucking hands." The threat was weak as you squeezed around him, pulsing while trying to suck him deeper.

When he finally came to a stop, you let out a huge breath of air, burying your face into Bakugou's blanket. The hand on your waist ran up your side softly and back down over your tailbone. You feel him pull out a little before sinking back in, his groan sounding like music to your ears.

"You take me so well, (Y/n). I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll never have a normal dream again." With that, Bakugou pulled all the way out and thrusted back in completely knocking you forward, your hands gripping the blanket.

"Yes! Yes, please, Bakugou! Please-" Your begging seemed to spur him on, his trusts hitting angles inside of you that you didn't even know existed. Choked cries left your mouth in tandem as his thrusts sounded throughout your room in rhythmic slaps. One of his hands was on your hip, pulling you back into his thrusts, making sure you didn't move away from him.

"Good little slut. Take it just like that..." Bakugou had leaned down close to your ear, his other hand coming around to wrap around your neck. He was holding your neck back as well as applying pressure, choking you while staring into your eyes. "Open."

He slowed his thrusts down, making sure you opened your mouth, leaning forward to spit. The feeling of it landing on your tongue made you tighten up even more, your orgasm building up. Bakugou smirked at the feeling and resumed his thrusts.

"Swallow it since you enjoyed that so much."

Obeying him, you swallow while still holding his gaze. A dark chuckle left his throat before he growled, his thrusts picking up.

"Baku-Katsuki! I'm gonna-" your hands scramble on the blanket, gripping tightly as Bakugou hits you with a few more well-aimed thrust before you scream his name, clenching down hard on him as you cum. Bakugou rolls his hips into you, working you through your release as you milk his cock.

"Good slut~ I'm almost there." Not letting you wait, Bakugou releases your neck and speeds back up, the overstimulation feeling like heaven and hell as his cock hits you in the right spot repeatedly.

Your thoughts went blank, your body boneless as he drove himself in one more time before warmth filled your body deep inside, the feeling raising goosebumps on your arms. His groan was telling as he slowly rode out his own high before slumping slightly behind you.

"(Y/n)?" Bakugou's rough voice brought you back to earth, but you didn't have the energy to reply. He turned you gently to the side, keeping his cock inside you and he laid behind you in a spooning position.

A hum is all you managed to let out. Bakugou didn't reply but a kiss was placed on your shoulder as he removed himself. Your hand shot out to complain but he shushed you.

"I'm just gonna clean you up, idiot. We can talk about this tomorrow."

With that, your eyelids became heavy as you thought:

What a dream come true.

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