Hi! Will you continue in his possession? It was soooo good and i legit had to look for you
Hahaha thank you. I don't know. I've sort of abandoned fandom things. I love In His Possession and might, but also I am not committing to anything. Life has taken a very different path for me recently and I think it's for the better.
I'm sorry for such a noncommital answer and who knows how long ago you sent this honestly. I was coming to deactivate this account actually but saw this and decided to keep it up and just answer and leave a goodbye note here too.
So goodbye everyone! I've loved everything about tumblr the last two years, especially the people I met and the friends I made. I'm just not happy with this anymore and want to enjoy my life in a different way. I wish you all the best, and if I do continue writing anything it'll be on ao3 under trash-writings (however I doubt I will unless I get a random inspiration to continue the Chrollo fic mentioned here).
Lin-Manuel Miranda is a legend, and he’s absolutely right.
And I really feel like there are parts of fandom that don’t get or don’t believe this, and I think that’s troubling. I’ve seen arguments that people shouldn’t have dark fantasies, or that bad impulses in themselves make a bad person. I’ve seen so much shaming over thoughts.
And if you get to a point where it’s bad to have dark thoughts and it’s bad to wonder what something would be like and it’s bad to put yourself in the shoes of anyone who isn’t “pure”, if fiction is no longer a realm where you can confront and explore, but an ongoing test of moral purity… well, maybe not everyone’s brain works like mine, but I feel like that takes away something incredibly important to being human.
Fiction is a safe place to explore whatever fucked up or dark desire that you have. You can write the most vile and fucked up shit in fiction and it be absolutely nothing you desire in real life. You can write about a serial killer who gets away with it. You can write about someone who goes on moral crusades to purge the world of all evils and still be the protagonist. You can write anything in fiction because that’s what it is meant for.
It isn’t meant to be a social commentary unless you create it to be.
It isn’t meant to be educational unless you create it to be.
Sometimes a story can be just that, a story. Entertainment. Nothing more, nothing less.
Not everything has to be deep, or have meaning, etc. unless the creator wants it to be and a lot of the purity types end up forcing something to have deep meaning or social commentary where it isn’t meant to. Is this inherently bad? No, but these people don’t just say “But this is my interpretation of it.” they go as far as trying to force that interpretation onto everyone else, including the creator, as a means of saying “See? It means that they promote/condone xyz so they’re bad and shitty people who should spend the rest of their life in jail with/are the same as people who’ve actually committed acts of violence against other people.”
@ all the people in the notes saying “yes except u can’t write about (list of immoral things they don’t want to see in fiction)” congrats on missing the point so spectacularly I’m not sure I could create better performance art if I tried
A/n: This was originally intended to be a series, and could still be but I don’t know. If there’s interest in more, I have outlines for both Oikawa and Daichi. I hope you enjoy my little short story that dives into Utopia that borders Dystopia from the themes.
Summary: Since The Administration began testing and matching everyone to careers, studies, and even relationships, there has never been an incident in which someone asked to be rematched. If it’s perfect, then why are you still struggling to believe in the system?
Word count: 4.2k
Genre: Smut, ANGST, v plot heavy
Warnings: Breeding kink, ANGST, pregnancy (let me know if you want more tagged!).
Network: @hqintheclub | Tips
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Profile:
Name: ——, —–
Age: 25
Affiliation: Project Management
Current Placement: Tier 6
Status: Unmatched
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Looking at the tablet in front of you, you enter your credentials, opening up the menu for the Administration’s tests modules. Taking a deep breath you prepare for the matching test. Your fingers are trembling, despite knowing this test of the three is the easiest. Rolling your head back and around to relax your tensed muscles, you finally allow yourself to breathe.
Are you ready to choose?
“Yes,” you respond vocally, despite just needing to click the button, nerves adamantly sticking around.
A/n: This was originally intended to be a series, and could still be but I don’t know. If there’s interest in more, I have outlines for both Oikawa and Daichi. I hope you enjoy my little short story that dives into Utopia that borders Dystopia from the themes.
Summary: Since The Administration began testing and matching everyone to careers, studies, and even relationships, there has never been an incident in which someone asked to be rematched. If it’s perfect, then why are you still struggling to believe in the system?
Word count: 4.2k
Genre: Smut, ANGST, v plot heavy
Warnings: Breeding kink, ANGST, pregnancy (let me know if you want more tagged!).
Network: @hqintheclub | Tips
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Profile:
Name: ——, —–
Age: 25
Affiliation: Project Management
Current Placement: Tier 6
Status: Unmatched
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Looking at the tablet in front of you, you enter your credentials, opening up the menu for the Administration’s tests modules. Taking a deep breath you prepare for the matching test. Your fingers are trembling, despite knowing this test of the three is the easiest. Rolling your head back and around to relax your tensed muscles, you finally allow yourself to breathe.
Are you ready to choose?
“Yes,” you respond vocally, despite just needing to click the button, nerves adamantly sticking around.
A/n: This was originally intended to be a series, and could still be but I don’t know. If there’s interest in more, I have outlines for both Oikawa and Daichi. I hope you enjoy my little short story that dives into Utopia that borders Dystopia from the themes.
Summary: Since The Administration began testing and matching everyone to careers, studies, and even relationships, there has never been an incident in which someone asked to be rematched. If it’s perfect, then why are you still struggling to believe in the system?
Word count: 4.2k
Genre: Smut, ANGST, v plot heavy
Warnings: Breeding kink, ANGST, pregnancy (let me know if you want more tagged!).
Network: @hqintheclub | Tips
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Profile:
Name: ——, —–
Age: 25
Affiliation: Project Management
Current Placement: Tier 6
Status: Unmatched
__
Looking at the tablet in front of you, you enter your credentials, opening up the menu for the Administration’s tests modules. Taking a deep breath you prepare for the matching test. Your fingers are trembling, despite knowing this test of the three is the easiest. Rolling your head back and around to relax your tensed muscles, you finally allow yourself to breathe.
Are you ready to choose?
“Yes,” you respond vocally, despite just needing to click the button, nerves adamantly sticking around.
i hc that you’re the type of person to see your gas tank on E but push it a few more miles. also i hc that you have soft hands, like your lotion/moisturizing game is something to envy
A/n: This was originally intended to be a series, and could still be but I don’t know. If there’s interest in more, I have outlines for both Oikawa and Daichi. I hope you enjoy my little short story that dives into Utopia that borders Dystopia from the themes.
Summary: Since The Administration began testing and matching everyone to careers, studies, and even relationships, there has never been an incident in which someone asked to be rematched. If it’s perfect, then why are you still struggling to believe in the system?
Word count: 4.2k
Genre: Smut, ANGST, v plot heavy
Warnings: Breeding kink, ANGST, pregnancy (let me know if you want more tagged!).
Network: @hqintheclub | Tips
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Profile:
Name: ------, -----
Age: 25
Affiliation: Project Management
Current Placement: Tier 6
Status: Unmatched
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Looking at the tablet in front of you, you enter your credentials, opening up the menu for the Administration’s tests modules. Taking a deep breath you prepare for the matching test. Your fingers are trembling, despite knowing this test of the three is the easiest. Rolling your head back and around to relax your tensed muscles, you finally allow yourself to breathe.
Are you ready to choose?
“Yes,” you respond vocally, despite just needing to click the button, nerves adamantly sticking around.
Before you choose, remember to consult your profile first. It is suggested you follow the plan we’ve given you. While there are no repercussions for deciding to pick for yourself, there is no guarantee for success if you veer from our suggestions for your matching process. Those who have followed our guidance have reported 99% satisfaction with their match and life.
If you are given the suggestion to wait on marital bliss, you are allowed to retest in five years to see if you may move forward to something more with your match. This is the only way you may retest, but remember, you will not be given a new match. Those of you that are suggested to jump into marriage does not mean you must marry and produce children immediately, just that you are ready for this if you so desire.
The disclaimer isn’t surprising, but it’s still strange to see. You have never had the option between pathways before, only placed in your affinity and pushed towards your career. Opening your profile on the top right of the screen, you’re presented with your identification photo and a list of facts about yourself. A new icon has appeared, a small pink and blue square with a heart, making you laugh at the novelty of it all.
Clicking on it, the analysis of your personality, preferences, and expected future is laid out for you. Most of it isn’t new information, it’s just presented in a new way to you. Adding it all up, the Administration has determined a traditional family life would be better suited for you. You don’t disagree, the idea of casually dating never really being in your mindset. After all, they’ve always been right. There hasn't been an instant in your life where they led you wrong, so you know what you must do.
Closing your profile you continue the test, finding it to be the easiest but making you feel incredibly vulnerable. As the test progresses you notice your answers are shifting more right-sided than left, making you wonder why there are two sides to this path. After a few more rather invasive questions the seal of the Administration appears and excuses you from the testing booth.
It’ll take a full week for you to be matched, the standard for all the tests. Until then you know you’ll be a wreck waiting to see who you end up with for this run. Knowing you chose the traditional path, this person is meant to be it forever, and even with the guarantee from The Administration you worry.
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Wakatoshi Ushijima, 26.
The image of him not smiling is off-putting, but who really has a good government identification photo? Not many people, you’re sure. A sudden wave of fear washes through you as you think about him doing the same thing, judging you based on these awful photos issued by the administration profiles.
Shaking your head, you try to rid yourself of the thought. As you flip through the pages of his profile you admire the different test scores they’ve included, short blurbs of his childhood, a list of his interests, and likes and dislikes. However, an old picture catches your eye.
Ushijima towers over most of his teammates, standing in front of the net on a volleyball court. He looks just as serious in this photo as all the others, except a select few from his childhood where he’s grinning up at his mom. Maybe he just doesn’t like taking pictures, you think, closing the profile and logging out of the database to go back to your usual routine in the evening.
Tomorrow everything will be different, but for tonight you can enjoy this last bit of alone time in your last apartment. Tomorrow you move into a real home with your match. You wonder how the process will go. Your parents never really fell madly in love, but were always happy and stable. Something you valued over love, at least, that’s what you want to hold onto going forward. Expecting the minimum.
After all, before the system many people loved one another and the divorce rate was higher than ever. Now, there is no need to worry about that. The Administration has the perfect system.
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Stepping inside your new home pulling a single suitcase behind you, you take in a deep breath. While you know your match won’t be joining you until later, you can’t help but feel the nerves setting in now. As you unpack, you think about the stories your mother told you about meeting her match, and how it used to be under the supervision of the Administration before they got the glitches worked out in their matching system.
Some part of you thinks that would be better than this. While there’s no obligation for you to do anything other than chat some to get to know one another, it seems… unwelcoming just moving into a home together without having ever said hello to one another. Sure, you know everything his profile told you, but that doesn’t inform you on the best strategies for communication or any little quirks he may have that could potentially annoy you into an early grave.
After unpacking your things in the master bedroom, you have to tiptoe around the movers bringing the rest of your things and your match’s things in. Sitting in the living room on your comfortable new furniture, you scroll through the emails on your phone for work, trying not to peek into his boxes. While you have a month off to readjust to this new lifestyle, you can’t help but do something while waiting around. Before, there used to be weddings, honeymoons, oh... and dating. While none of this is technically taboo, there’s no point in them anymore when you have a match out there waiting for you.
The door closing and locking makes you jump, sitting up from your relaxed position on the couch you look around your now-empty home. It’s decorated sparingly, leaving room for a relationship and family to grow and fill it. That excited you, something warm and fuzzy building in your chest and replacing the walls you’ve mentally been building since stepping inside.
Pulling up the profile for Wakatoshi you find his food preference list, seeing Hayashi rice as his favorite meal. You figure making a good impression wouldn’t hurt. Ordering the groceries for delivery takes just a few moments. Only a few more hours until he’s home.
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“Nice to meet you,” Wakatoshi’s smile is warmer than you expected.
Something in the way his eyes close makes him look younger, approachable. Maybe it was the photos, or maybe it was your anxiety, that gave you the impression he’d be cold and distant until eventually opening up to you. You’re glad you were wrong.
“I made you dinner,” you stammer out. Fidgeting with your apron, you show him to the dining room. All of this feels too domesticated too soon, but you’re going with it. “I hope your profile was up to date. I made your fav-”
“You didn’t have to do that,” his hand on your shoulder makes you smile and look away. He’s easy not to look in the eye given his height, perfect for hiding at this moment.
“I wanted you to feel at home.”
What you don’t expect is an embrace, face squished against his broad chest. He smells good, the cologne he wore to work still clinging to his dark grey button-up. Your arms wrap around his waist, and you revel in the warmth of his body. He pulls away and you release him.
“Thank you. I didn’t expect this.” He sits at the table in front of the plate you prepared him.
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“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can go use a guest room, really.” Wakatoshi jumps up from the bed. “I guess it is weird to share a bed the first night. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
After dinner, he went to go shower and you cleaned up the kitchen while he was away. You wanted to do the same and walked into your new room, with him in his briefs and a white t-shirt watching a volleyball game play out on the TV. You knew he walked into this room and you knew he’d used this bathroom to shower. However, you never considered sharing this room, for whatever reason. It simply never crossed your mind. Even your parents never shared a room when you were growing up.
You quietly gathered pajamas to shower and change in the bathroom before coming back out. When he saw you about to leave the room, he got startled and jumped up, apologizing profusely.
“No, I don’t want you to have to not sleep in your bed.”
“Ours.”
“What?”
“It’s our bed.”
It’s an obvious statement and the matter-of-fact tone he holds indicates he knows that too. You feel a bit silly, scared to sleep in a bed with your match on the first night. You drop your dirty clothes into the laundry basket by the closet and then go to the other side of the bed.
“Our bed,” you confirm and try not to laugh. “I’m sorry I’m being awkward.”
Wakatoshi lets out a long sigh and throws himself back onto the bed, making you bounce. “I’m glad you brought it up. I’ve been anxious about all of this and trying to hold it together.”
You giggle, “It’s weird, right? They don’t even let us meet before moving in together.”
“Very weird.” He confirms. A comfortable laugh leaves his body and you relax a little. “My parents never shared a room, so I guess it’s not that shocking you were worried about it. I just… I don’t like thinking about being with someone and not falling for them,” he lays back against the pillow, tucking his folded hands under his head and looking up to the ceiling.
You try to hide the smile creeping on your cheeks. It’s refreshing to know he’s not going to be a brick wall of a man, trying to get him to share with you. “I… I mean, my parents were also like that. I guess that’s why I was surprised to see you here.”
“Are you sure you’re comfortable with it?”
“Yeah,” you smile laying down beside him, still keeping a comfortable distance for now. “I am.”
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“Why volleyball?” You ask, looking up through your lashes at Toshi.
He strokes your cheek with his thumb, and you relax more against his chest. “My dad liked it and introduced it to me when I was younger. I just never stopped from there.”
“Ah,” you answer, not sure how to continue the conversation from there.
He looks down at you, meeting your gaze and you look away. It’s been two weeks and you finally have a feeling of familiarity with him, but it’s still strange. You don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable with you looking at him, but the more and more time you spend with him the lovelier he becomes.
He’s obviously attractive, everything about his body makes you think he was sculpted by the gods that be. His facial features sharp, but somehow still soft enough to be approachable. Over the course of the last 14 days, you’ve found yourself wondering if he realizes this too. He becomes softer the longer you’re around him.
“Do you have anything you’re passionate about?”
The question catches you off guard. While you like many things, you’re struggling to come up with a clean-cut answer that you think he wants.
“I-” you stutter, feeling extremely embarrassed by this. “I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.”
So much of your life up until now has been about meeting standards and focusing on work. Have you ever given yourself a chance to breathe? A chance to live for you? You don’t think you have and feel utterly defeated at this moment.
“I’m a patient man, no need to give me an answer now.” He laughs and his chest rumbles under your cheek. The vibrations warm and welcoming, making you snuggle closer. “I have forever with you, after all.”
Forever. Forever, with no passion sounds like a life sentence of misery.
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Profile
Name: Ushijima, -----
Age: 26
Affiliation: Project Management
Current Placement: Tier 7
Status: Matched
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A year has passed and everything feels like a whirlwind. Toshi transferred from the university he originally coached at to one closer to your home, making his commute significantly shorter than before. A promotion at your company has given you more time at home, learning more and more about your match and the life you’ll have together. It’s unusual to earn a new placement so soon, but the fact the Administration granted it before the standard just proved that you’d been doing well.
Everything fell right into place, which felt uneasy at first. After conversations with coworkers and your parents, you realized it was more common for matches to just coexist more as roommates who never fought than it was to fall in love with them. Only one other girl in your department had actually fallen for her match, making you feel at ease and finally have someone to confide in.
However, the good news of your love for Toshi to your parents only made them pressure you more into creating a family.
You can’t remember who brought it up first, your mother or Toshi. You have to soon, you know that, or else the options are narrowed and you won’t be able to carry them yourself. You know that and you want to do it yourself. However, it feels rushed… like everything else so far…. but the way his eyes light up whenever he talks about children… you can’t say no to him.
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“Tell me what you want,” the raspiness in his voice was enough to send you over the edge. Cumming around him, you dig your nails into his back.
“I-I” you stutter unable to focus on his question. He’s so deep, filling you until you can’t even think straight. “Want-”
“Speak up baby,” he chuckles, looking down at you. His brown eyes focused on your face.
“Want your cum,” you mutter between gasps as he thrusts slowly and deep inside you.
Your legs ache, thrown over his shoulders and pressed against your body. He’s relentless though, encouraged by you telling him what he wanted to hear.
“Of course you do. You want me to fill that little cunt up and make you mine.”
You were shocked the first time you had sex and he was so vocal. You hadn’t expected it. The contrast between Toshi in life and Toshi in bed, scaring you slightly but… something inside of you knew this is exactly what you needed. You love the way he makes you feel smaller than him, pumping his cum inside of you with filthy words to follow.
He grunts loudly, dipping his head down against your shoulder and releases inside of you. You cry out as he rides out his orgasm on top of you, his cock hitting depths you didn’t think possible. He stills, not moving as you both regain your normal breathing.
“Don’t move,” he tells you, pulling out but keeping your legs against your chest with his hands.
“Why?” You ask feeling a bit too exposed, despite the acts just performed.
“I just have a feeling. This is the time you’ll get pregnant. I want to give them all a fighting chance.”
“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous,” you laugh, swatting his hands away. “That’s not really how this works.”
“It could help!” He argues laughing and letting go of your legs. He kisses you, holding your cheek with his palm. “I love you, ----.”
“I love you,” you whisper, kissing him back and closing your eyes.
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“You’re due soon,” your mother comments over lunch.
Obviously, you want to say, but you don’t. Choosing to smile and play nice. Rubbing your hand over your swollen stomach, you can’t help but feel the tension and nerves build in your chest. Toshi had been right. That feeling he had after sex turned out to not be so lame as you originally thought it.
“Momma,” you say softly. “I’m scared.”
“Why would you be scared?” She asks looking up from her salad. “Everything will go smoothly, and you don’t even have to feel anything if you don’t want to. When I had you I-”
“Mom!” You drop your fork and look up at her. “It’s not about that. I just-” you sigh. “I’m worried about being her mom.” You stroke over your stomach again. “What if I’m not-”
“Baby,” she sighs, reaching across and taking your hand in hers. “You’ll be a wonderful mother. I know it.”
You smile and squeeze her hand back. These nerves are probably the same as every other woman who decides to have her own baby, but it’s not something you’re remotely used to. Thinking about the way your parents brought you up made it all look so easy. However, you can’t help but think back to the way things slowly shifted with each passing year.
“Thank you, Momma.” She releases your hand and continues eating, and you push the anxiety away.
“Plus, you’re lucky to have such a great match. He seems to be well adjusted and not to mention how in love he is with you. I still can’t believe my daughter is lucky enough to have love with her match…” she begins rambling on about her slight jealousy over the situation.
Toshi hasn’t brought up any nervous thoughts or concerns since you became pregnant. Instead, he’s been the perfect model of what a father should be. Helping you out with anything around the house, massaging your feet, and even putting together your daughter’s room before you brought up the idea.
He’s always so prepared. So ready to give you everything you need.
Why can’t you be ready for this?
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Profile
Name: Ushijima, -----
Age: 29
Affiliation: Project Management
Current Placement: Tier 7
Status: Matched
Wakatoshi tosses your giggling daughter into the air once more, her laughter increasing to a shrill scream making you laugh while watching closely. Your hand twitches, part of you wanting to scold him for tossing her too high. You let it go on for a few more tosses before calling for him to bring her back to the park bench with you.
“What’s wrong?” He asks while sitting beside you and placing her on your lap.
“I don’t want you to drop her,” you tell him while fixing her messy curls in their pink butterfly hair pins so they stop falling onto her forehead. “You wouldn’t want to get hurt would you?” you ask her while holding her close.
“No, mommy!” She giggles looking at you like you’ve said something absurd.
“See?” You raise your eyebrow at him and he throws his hands up in defeat before wrapping his arm around you.
“I give up,” he jokes. “No more fun for me or you,” he pokes your daughters nose and she laughs burying her face in your shirt and clinging to you. She yawns, closing her eyes and going lax in your arms.
“She’s tired. We should head home,” you stand up, strapping her into the stroller and handing her a stuffed rabbit while Toshi grabs the diaper bag.
“I love you,” he hums, kissing your forehead before taking the stroller from you and walking a step in front of you.
You sigh, looking up to the sky wondering if it’s true.
Maybe it’s the hormones from the second pregnancy, or maybe it’s just your intuition, but you’ve realized something has changed. Wakatoshi’s actions never changed. His words never lost their spark. But, there was always that nagging feeling you couldn’t get rid of.
Why was he so perfect for you?
Obviously, he had to be the best match for you or you wouldn’t have been paired, but… you’re left wondering if the circumstances of his upbringing had made him want to work harder into making sure his match was really in love with him. Had he been forcing himself to love you despite being unsure if he actually wanted it?
It eats at you, slowly. Your anxiety creeps in as you watch your coworker continue to gush about her match. How happy they were with their third child. How in love she was with him. Why did her love feel so genuine while you were here doubting if yours was. No, your love wasn’t ingenuine.
However, it does feel a tad fabricated, and as if you were forcing Wakatoshi to love you by working hard to not be your parents. When, in reality, there was nothing wrong with how either of your parent’s relationships functioned. The Administration never promised love, they promised a match. He is through and through a perfect match for you, but the idea of ruining it by falling too deeply in love and dependent on him is too much pressure.
Love isn't necessary. Commitment was. Love could make things messy. Love could potentially destroy what you have. That’s why the Administration created the matching system, to prevent failed relationships and the heartbreak and discomfort that comes with that. This was the reason you chose to be matched instead of choosing to explore your options more.
And you are anything but uncommitted to Wakatoshi.
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You lay your son in his crib, flipping the light switch off and carefully closing the door so as not to wake him, holding the baby monitor close to your chest as you lean against the door letting out an exhausted sigh. He’s been a lot more difficult than your first, wearing both you and Wakatoshi down.
“Finally asleep?” You’re startled by his figure in the hallway, turning to look at him. He’s shirtless, wearing plaid pajama pants that cling to his hips. His hair is still damp, he must have showered while you rocked your child to sleep.
“Finally wore himself to sleep screaming,” you say with a laugh. “I think I should look into hearing aides. He might have busted an eardrum tonight.”
“I couldn’t hear him in the shower, so I think you’ll be alright.” He smiles at you awkwardly.
Silence fills the hallway, both of you too tired to say anything. Looking at Wakatoshi you can see the bags darkening under his eyes. How long have they been like that? It’s new, maybe even coinciding with the short time your child has been in the world. Or perhaps it had been longer, maybe even since you stopped sharing a bed.
“-----,” he says softly, his hand reaching for yours and bringing it to his cheek. “Please, come to bed.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You tell him with a sigh, Every part of your body is reaching for him, begging you to give in and go back to sharing the room. “We’ve had this talk before.”
“You’ve talked at me. I don’t remember agreeing to this.” He releases your hand and gestures between the two of you. “What are you scared of?” His voice is desperate and needy.
“I’m not scared of anything. I just-” want to be with you. You don’t tell him, worried this codependency will only make it worse. “I just think it's more realistic for us to have boundaries now. We have young eyes watching us all the time.”
“Do you think it's good for them to see us apart?”
“That’s normal, Toshi!” You stop yourself from yelling. Exhaustion clearly making you become agitated. “Do you remember that first night? We talked about how our parents never shared a room. How we both grew up happy. There were never spats. Just, good memories.”
“Do you truly believe they’re satisfied with that?”
“Why else would anyone decide to be matched then? If you wanted more you could have decided not to be matched, find someone on your own and live the messy life from before!” It crushes you thinking about him with someone else, but you know you’re right.
No one has to be matched. It's up to you, a commitment to one person, and to make it work until your time comes. There are no repercussions for deciding to search for love on your own and letting it play out. All of this has been about choice, since the beginning.
“What happened?” He asks after several moments of silence.
“I don’t know,” you lie. Turning away and walking towards your bedroom, you ignore the sound of him hitting the floor and the stifled sobs.
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Nothing much!!! I had a killer headache for a bit but yeah all good now! Anything you’ve been up to?
Oh no :( I get migraine a lot so I feel for you.
I’ve been spending a lot of time talking to my family and sorting stuff out so I can move into my new apartment next month! Plus I’ve gotten back into animal crossing and reading again which is where my time goes when I’m not working now.
