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Tags: lodi writes (general writing tag), lodi after dark (nsfw tag)
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Most recent work: When Your Eyes Meet Mine Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader Fluff
Little drabble based on @mintmatcha 's Soggy fics, I think about them occasionally, usually alone while cycling through miscellaneous shower thoughts, and this time I couldn't get it out of my head so I had to do something about it lol (tw angst and character death)
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Life is hardly ever fair - you accepted that long ago, years before you had ever met Makki. But once you did meet him, your confidence in that fact faltered, flickered like a candle in a gentle breeze. You even allowed yourself for fleeting moments in the dead of night to believe that maybe the universe was saying "it's your turn to be happy." That was all, of course, destroyed by that same universe as easily as a fruit fly being squished the moment you heard his diagnosis. That was the true moment in which you admitted fully, to your core, that life is hardly ever fair. So why then, as you sat at his bedside, holding his hand long past his last breath, were you cursing the universe? Why then, as you watched grim men take his lifeless body out of the room, all but unrecognizable from illness, did you scream and cry at them to bring him back? Why, if you already accepted how unfair it would be? You had already grieved him long before he left, yet that last glimmer of hope he held onto (perhaps on your behalf) being torn away from the world was so much worse than you could have ever imagined.
ćAnd when your eyes met, you saw nothing but love.ć
When Your Eyes Meet Mine
Pairing: Ushijima x Reader
Word count: 1319
Genre: Sweet, sweet fluff
Summary: All Wakatoshi wants is for you to have a wonderful birthday, even if that means having to step outside his comfort zone just a little bit
A/N: I woke up this morning and realized that Iāve never written for him before, so I just had to get something down and out came a very soft fluffly ushiwaka who deserves nothing but love ;-; I really enjoyed writing something a little longer than I have been with my drabbles!! If you guys want more of these types of fics, or something longer, let me know! (also Iām trying to make my blog look a little more aesthetic, I hope it looks okay lol)
You noticed it before you even opened the door. As you slid your key into the front door, a hint of a savory scent wafted through the cracks and to your nose. Eyes fluttering shut, you paused for a moment as your brain tried to pinpoint where it was coming from. You swung the door open and called out to your empty house with a dull enthusiasm.
āIām home.ā
You mindlessly hung your coat up in the closet in the foyer, mind drifting as you wondered when your husband would be coming home. He was usually home an hour after you on the dot, not usually one to run late. But you noticed that his work shoes were already here, placed delicately along the wall, so perhaps heād gotten home early but gone for a run. That was when you heard a subtle clank coming from the kitchen, and that aroma youād notice outside became stronger as you walked further into your home, along with a delicate melody that you didnāt seem to recognize floating through the air.
āToshi?ā you questioned, making your way through the hall to the kitchen before stopping in your tracks. Wakatoshi stood tall next to the stove, hips swaying all too subtly to the sound of the radio he set up on the corner of the counter. He donned the apron that you usually wore when baking, the tie just barely making it around his hips.Ā
āWhat is all this?ā you asked, almost at a whisper, with a grin crawling onto your face.
Wakatoshi turned around, your voice finally pulling him out of his concentration. When he turned around, you tried and failed to stifle your laughter upon the sight of his torso absolutely covered in flour - rendering the much too small apron essentially useless - and his hands slick with cooking oil and some kind of sauce.
āItās your birthday,ā he stated matter-of-factly, as he grabbed a hand towel to wipe off his hands. Before anything else, he placed the towel back on the counter, took a few steps toward you, and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, gently resting his hands on either cheek. He greets you this way every time he comes home from work, but somehow it feels different, more special, when youāre the one coming home. Before letting go, you noticed him gently close his eyes and take a soft breath before opening them and resting his forehead against yours. His eyes locked with yours and you felt your cheeks begin to burn just a bit as he softly whispered.
āHappy birthday, my love.ā
Before you could speak he kissed you once more, this time on your cheek, just below the corner of your eye, and he pulled away and went back to what he was working on. Your body felt cold as he stepped away but a tinge of heat remained on your cheeks. You knew that your husband loved you but he didnāt often show it in the most forthright manner. He showed it through the way that he would tuck the colorful comforter on your shared bed over your shoulders when he woke up early for a morning run. Through the way that he would help you zip up your dress before you went out to dinner without you needing to ask him. Through the way that he cuts your bagel in half for you when heās making his own breakfast. Itās all the little things that truly do add up, and never once have you felt that he didnāt love you as much as you love him.
But sometimes, like tonight, you would be caught off guard by his more direct affection. You knew that it was hard for him, but you truly did appreciate his effort, especially when it wasnāt something that you requested of him. However, youād gotten so swept up in the moment that you forgot to address the elephant in the room.
āWhat are you doing here? Shouldnāt you be at work?ā You slowly made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his shoulder blade, seeking out the warmth that he deprived you of.Ā
āI stayed home today. If my boss asks, I have the flu,ā he responded, and the small smirk that grew on his face was audible in his tone. You laughed against the back of his shirt and tightened your embrace before planting a kiss at the base of his neck. Wakatoshi stood noticeably taller as you smiled against his skin and thanked him. You finally took a moment to peer around your tall partnerās torso to glance at what he had been cooking. There were miscellaneous chopped vegetables and herbs strewn about a few different cutting boards, three bowls with different colored sauces in them, and a pan on the stove with salmon fillets sizzling as they slowly cooked. You glanced past the stove and noticed that the warm red glow of the oven light was on, which piqued your interest. He must have noticed where your gaze landed because he tossed you a quick āitās a secretā before turning to you.Ā
āWhy donāt you take a seat while I finish up,ā he continued, placing a hand on the small of your back and leading you over to the kitchen table which was adorned with what you deemed to be your ānice tableclothā and the silverware that you only broke out when your parents came to visit. He pulled his hand away only to pull out a chair for you until you took a seat. Gently, he tucked your hair behind your ear before returning to the counter to finish up and plate your dinner. You waited patiently for a few minutes, out of the corner of your eye swearing you caught a slightly slouched Wakatoshi with his hands on the edge of the counter, taking slow breaths with a rosy blush crawling up the tips of his ears.
Just before your stomach began to growl, your partner walked over and placed a plate in front of you, the sight enough to make you drool. He placed his own plate down as well and took a seat, but instead of taking his usual seat across from you, he sat in the normally empty seat to your left. As you both began to eat, without looking over at you he grabbed your hand under the table and wove his fingers between yours, gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. You smiled and squeezed his hand gently, appreciative of the affection but you questioned him nonetheless.
āWhatās gotten into you today? I know itās my birthday but you donāt have to do anything youāre not comfortable with just to make me happy,ā you told him softly, turning to him with a gentle smile.
He let out a low sigh, as if heād been trying to be sneaky with the way he had been acting. āI may not be comfortable with it yet, but you make me want to be comfortable with it. I see the way you look when we watch those cheesy rom coms and I want to be able to make you as happy as those movies do,ā he responded quickly, not able to look you in the eye. However, your heart swelled at his confession and you pulled his hand up to you, kissing the back of his hand. Suddenly, you heard a loud ding from behind you.
āWhat was that?ā you asked, your eyes lighting up when you remembered the oven light from earlier.
āCake,ā he responded with a small grin. He rose quickly from the table to pull the dessert from the oven and when he returned, you found yourself not looking at the cake, but looking up at Wakatoshiās smiling face. And when your eyes met, you saw nothing but love.
With each kiss - to your lips, to your jaw, to you neck - the memory of your fight with Keishin washed away. His hands pawed at the plush skin of your waist as he pulled your hips closer against his with need. Every move he made in an attempt to be closer to you was his wordless way of telling you that he never wanted to be apart from you again.
It wasn't even a big fight, maybe more of a spat if anything, but as you felt him slide his fingers inside you for the first time that night, you knew you didn't care. If he felt so compelled to give you an apology, especially of this kind, you certainly weren't going to stop him. He started with two fingers, gently thrusting inside you and curving the tips of them just a smidge so they'd press down on the most sensitive parts of you as he slide them out. His other hand gripped your waist gently, caressing your skin in a way that made you feel more loved than any words could. With each thrust, the palm of his hand brushed against your clit, slowly pulling you closer and closer to the edge. You began to shake slightly, the end in sight, leaning your head back in anticipation. However, his movements came to a stop. As he slowly - painfully slowly - pulled his fingers out, he leaned forward and whispered in your ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.
It was the stolen glances as you passed each other in the hall, after classes had ended and the students were beginning to clear out.
It was the popsicles he gave you on the house when you stopped by the convenience store to get a chilled bottle of water on a hot summer day, when the stress of work was gone but he knew the stress of money was strong.
It was even the way that his hand lingered in yours, introducing himself to you all those years ago with a soft gaze and gentle smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
There wasn't a day that passed without those little things - the warm gestures that made you feel like you were wrapped up by a winter blanket - adding up. But one fall morning, the air becoming crisp and leaves beginning to turn, all those little things you came to love became too much, emotion bursting like a broken dam. He handed you a hot tea, on the house as always, and his fingers brushed over yours. His cheeks dusted pink like they always did and you attributed it to the weather like you always did. He lingered just a moment longer, and your grip on the cup tightened.
The lid threatened to pop off, threatened to spill the hot liquid. You thought for a brief moment what would happen if you simply squeezed a bit tighter. The drink would spill, you would offer to help clean. You would be late to work, but you would get to see his face and hear his voice for just a few extra minutes. You sighed as you decided against it, sucking it up to head to work. He gave you a look of concern as you sighed but you shrugged it off and waved him goodbye. As you head out the door, bells jingling to emphasize your exit, you went to take a sip of your drink. The warmth of the tea cut through the chill of the morning, but all you could think was how nothing made you feel warmer than his fingertips brushing against your own.
Kenma drops his smile but not your hand, palm to palm, resting the pads of his fingers on every dip between your knuckles. He rubs the ring on your finger.
āWeāll see you at the reception,ā the videographer says and zooms away in his car.
āGuess thatās our cue.ā Kuroo waves, disappearing with the rest of his groomsmen and your bridesmaids.
You tug his hand. āStill good?ā
āIām running low,ā he says. The afternoon sun paints your face with radiance, each sunbeam easing into the comfort of your skin. He squeezes your hand for a fragment of your warmth. āBut Iāll manage.ā
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On the way to the hotel, as the limousine passes by palm trees, Kenma slouches.
āIs there any way we can speedrun this until our honeymoon?ā
You chuckle, your laughter adding a million rays of sunshine to the petals of your earrings. āWhatās the rush?ā
A few hair strands brush against your shoulders. If all the money in his bank accounts could downsize his body, he would settle on the dip on your collarbones.
āThereās only so much time in the world,ā he says.
āBut we have all of it now, donāt we?ā
Kenma brushes away your hair with his nose and rests his forehead on the crook of your neck.
āAnd you have all of me.ā
āAnd you have all of me,ā he echoes, whispering against your skin, hoping the words can fit all he has to offer.
His hand crawls over your dress until his palm touches your wrist. And for a moment, he regrets: if he hadnāt spent his teenage years assaulting his fingers with controllers, his skin wouldnāt strafe yours. So he brings your hand to his mouth, and smooths it over with his lips.
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Kenma plops on the bed, his legs hanging off the edge.
āYouāll wrinkle your suit,ā you say, closing the door behind you.
āI need to recharge before the program starts.ā
āFair enough.ā The bed dips as you sit next to him. He rolls over to his side and strums the pleats of your dress. āBut itāll show when we dance later.ā
His ribcage crumbles and weighs down his chest. He stops scratching the fabric. āDo we really have to?ā
āNot really,ā you say. āBut people here attach money to the coupleās clothes during their first dance.ā
āI make enough money,ā he murmurs.
āJust think of it this way. Weāll trick them into paying half of our expenses!ā
āThatās not it.ā
Kenma rolls off the bed and pulls you to stand up. He links your hands around his neck and cradles your torso within his arms.
āTheyāll see the face youāll make on our first dance.ā
The last embers of sunset slip through the curtains, touching any skin your cheek and shoulders allow. They pull the sun deep into the ocean until night falls, until he falls, deeper, and chases after the sun swimming in your eyes.
āOkay,ā you breathe out, smiling.
Kenma begins to move, shifting his weight to the other side in time with every sway of your head. You close the gap between your forehead and his shoulder.
His chest drums until it finds and follows the peaks and valleys of your pulse. From your heart. To his heart. Two hearts surfing the same waves until they reach the shore like a message in a bottle, finally breathing after years of clinging on riptides.
hi sweetie i hope you feel better š„ŗš sending you big hugs
could you do renji with āwait you think iām cute?ā
This is very short and a bit silly, but puppy-like, less-than-confident Renji owns my heart!! I wrote this on the train to Osaka, so this is messy and it's not beta-read!
I hope you'll like it anyway š¤
ąØą§ Abarai Renji + āWait. You think I'm cute?ā
ąØą§ Word Count: 673
ąØą§ Send me a character and a prompt from this list! (Closed!)
"You look like you're ready to go to the beach with the other old aunties and talk about your husband," is all Ikkaku adds to the conversation and you have to hold back a giggle.
Yumichika coughs into his fist, but the underlying huff of laughter is still painfully clear.Ā
Yachiru does not show him the same mercy, choosing to absolutely break down with laughter instead. Tears gather at the corners of her eyes as she rolls on the floor in a fit of giggles.Ā
With a sigh, Renji pushes up his sunglasses, "I thought these looked pretty neatā¦"
Finally looking over to Ikkaku, who's grinning at him deviously, Renji grumbles, "Shut up."Ā
"I didn't say anything else," comes Ikkaku's reply, the man not ready to wipe the look off his face yet.Ā
"I feel like I can practically hear what you're thinking. Anyway, these are just temporary, until my other pair gets fixed. The lady at the shop said these are pretty," the red haired man justifies, sounding a bit dejected by now.Ā
You feel sorry for him, so you speak up, "They are pretty."
"Renji is a pretty auntie!" Yachiru laughs and the man in question feels his eye twitch, before he decides to turn his attention away from the little Lieutenant and towards you instead.
A smile tugs on the corners of his lips, "Thank you."Ā
"Was the lady at the shop a little elderly woman?"Ā
With that, everybody's attention snaps towards Yumichika, who asked the question. Renji nods, "Yeah, how did you know?"Ā
A teasing smile plays on Yumichika's lips as he explains, "The woman is hard of hearing and she's nearly blind. She must have thought that you're a woman, due to that long hair of yours. That's why she sold you those pretty sunglasses."Ā
That does it. Everybody is laughing now and even you are unable to hold back the laughter that bubbles up in your chest.Ā
His face almost as red as his hair, Renji huffs and grabs you by the elbow, pulling you to your feet, "We are going back to our Division. Greet Captain Zaraki in our stead."Ā
With that, he pulls you away from the little group of the 11th Division, their laughter fading a little more with each step you take.Ā
After a while he lets go of you, before mumbling, "...really that uncool?"
You miss the first part of the sentence, but that does not matter.Ā Through your giggling, you manage to answer, "It's quite cute, actually."Ā
And it is!
Him going along with the recommendation of the old lady warms your heart. He is a kind man, below that tough and cool exterior, that he tries so hard to uphold. It's sweet.Ā
Now that was not what you said.Ā
Renji stops mumbling to himself and turns around. The blush on his cheeks is still there, but it's softer now. A look of surprise is painted on his face, "Waitā¦ You think I'm cute?"
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Before you can reply to him, he has already grabbed you by the shoulders. The look on his face is one of embarrassed excitement.Ā
"I think you're cute too! I have thought so for a while now, so if you wanna likeā¦ go out with me on a date some timeā¦," he drifts off and you can sense his insecurities resurfacing.Ā
His excitement is cute. Renji is cute. How good that he didn't listen to you properly.Ā
Leaning up and grabbing a hold of the collar of his shihakusho, you pull him down to press your lips against his flushed cheek. The skin is warm beneath your lips.Ā
Letting go of him, you lower yourself again and grin up at him teasingly, "Want to go on a date and buy some matching sunglasses for me then?"Ā
"You want a pair?! Let's go right now then! The Captain can wait a little longer."Ā
Grabbing a hold of your hand, he pulls you along. The sarcastic, flirty remark flies over his head and he's taking you by your word now.Ā
Your head rested gently on his thigh, your cheek rubbing against the coarse fabric of his jeans. The clock on the wall ticked loudly through the silence and you heard the man above you sigh.
āKei?ā
He grunted in reply and brushed the hair away from your eyes, tucking the strands gingerly behind your ear. You tip your head back to see him and the concentration in his eyes makes you smile.
āWhatcha thinking about?ā You lift your hand to reach for his. Threading your fingers through his, you pull his hand to your cheek and lean into his warmth.
āNothing,ā he lied, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He gives your hand a soft squeeze.
āOkay fine, Iāll go first. Iām thinking about how nice it is that we both finally have a day off,ā you chuckle. Whether it was at the thought of how you two were spending your time off or to cope with the thought of you rarely getting to see each other, youāre not sure. Either way, you mimic the squeeze he gave you moments prior and then bring his hand to your lips to press a kiss against his knuckles. The soft hum that leaves his lips makes you repeat the action until he finally speaks.
āIām thinking about how lucky I am to be able to spend my free time like this,ā he finally admits. You furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion.
You grimaced slightly at the teasing lilt in his voice. The grin on Kaeyaās face made you wonder if youād regret the proposal youād made to your smug neighbor. Despite having been living next to each other for about two years now, you wouldnāt exactly say you got along. He was more like an annoying mouse living in your cupboard that was too cute for you to kill, so you let it live there. However, there was no denying the tension between the two of you. So, after a few weeks of consideration, you decided to propose a mutually beneficial situation when you ran into him in the hall of your apartment complex. For some reason you thought he would be mature about it - in hindsight you definitely should have anticipated his reaction.
āIf youāre going to be coy about it, Iām just gonna take that as a no,ā you huffed, crossing your arms. You saw his grin waver, perhaps catching a hint of remorse in his eyes.
āI will admit, it is a rather enticing offer.ā Any hint of remorse that you may have seen in his eyes before, if any, was now replaced entirely by that same toying glimmer that caught your eye any time you passed him in the hall as he glanced down at your lips. You quickly felt overly conscious of the chapped nature of your lips as you saw him swipe his tongue over his own. He gave you a once-over with his intentionally half-lidded eyes, and you pretended to gag.
āGross! I take it back, thereās no way I can do this,ā you spit, pulling out your keys to let yourself back into your apartment.Ā
āWait, come on. I was just messing around,ā he insisted. You turned to face him, hands on your hips.
āOkay, so? Whatāll it be?ā
āLet me think it over, Iāll get back to you.ā
You cocked your head to the side, taking a moment to digest what he just said. That certainly wasnāt the answer you were expecting. It wasnāt a ānoā but it also wasnāt a āyes.ā Perhaps you had just thought about the logistics of the arrangement so much over the past few weeks that you had just assumed he would say yes.
āWhat, are you disappointed?ā Your silence must have been a bit too long, but you shook off your mild shock at the sound of his voice. He chuckled when you clicked your tongue at him before unlocking your front door and shuffling in. You peeked your head out for just a moment.
āText me.ā You ducked your head back in and shut the door behind you. You sighed heavily as you brushed the wrinkles out of your clothes that had formed during your riled up conversation. What an oaf. Thereās no way you were gonna wait around all day doing nothing while waiting for him to text you. Right?
ā¦
Four days. Four WHOLE days and he still hadnāt said a word about your proposal. You had passed each other in the hall twice since you brought up the idea and all that happened was a simple exchange of āhelloās. It made you angry. His dumb face made you angry, the stupid was he smiled made you angry, and most of all, the fact that he acted like you had never mentioned it in the first place made you furious. Lying in bed, you tapped your phone screen on and off, on and off. Groaning, you tossed the phone next to your head and stared at the ceiling. Why was this bothering you so much? Were you that desperate for even the potential of a good lay that you would mope around like a kicked puppy waiting to hear back from the dumbass who happened to live next door?Ā
It was also entirely possible that he was doing this on purpose, just to mess with you. He probably wanted to see just how desperate you would get, to see if you really meant it or if you just wanted a one night stand - not that he would mind it, but a no strings attached, friends with benefits relationship would suit him much better. It would at least be more convenient than trying to find someone new every time he got horny. Or maybe he enjoyed the āhunt.ā Honestly, who could know what was going on in that manās head. As you continued pondering Kaeyaās intentions, you noticed your phone screen light up with a text notification. You cautiously unlock it, not wanting to seem too excited despite there not being anyone else in the room with you. You tapped into the messages app and see three simple words:
Based on this concept:Ā https://archiveofourown.org/works/27203698
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The sound of my soft pants felt as though they echoed through the suddenly quiet room, filling the tense air around me. The way my sweat slicked hair stuck to my forehead made my skin crawl, not because of the feeling itself but due to what caused it. āThe causeā happened to be the equally out of breath but less tense man lying next to me. His usually messy hair was somehow even messier, his usually pristine skin was heavily bruised with satisfyingly dark punctures littering the purple and red lesions. But best of all, his usually perfectly sized, perfectly placed āall naturalā beauty mark was delightfully smeared across his cheek. Getting the absolute satisfaction of smearing that mark was akin to the feeling of seductively removing someoneās gloves. It was utterly, marvelously tantalizing.
I raked my fingers through my hair to pull it off my forehead and sighed. The room was hot but as much as I wanted to push off the thick, bougie covers, I couldnāt help but feel Eiichiās eyes boring into my skin, as if he were waiting to see me bare naked again. Even after everything that had just happened, I felt as though him seeing me disrobed in a nonsexual setting would make me...unclean. I was relieved to have released the tension that had built between us amidst the hatred and boiling, raw emotions, but I couldnāt help thinking that I needed to do something to get back the bit of dignity I had lost during this encounter. Breaking the silence, Eiichi excused himself to the restroom before placing a kiss on my temple; I waited until he turned his back on me to close my eyes and shudder. I knew that if I was going to act, this would be my one and only chance.
The moment I heard the click of the bathroom lock, I finally pushed the disgustingly expensive leopard print covers off my body, almost moaning in pure content at the cold air rushing over my body. I let myself indulge in the feeling for just a beat before springing into action. I started by throwing my long ago discarded shirt back on, in the off chance that I was caught in the act. The entire time, my eyes were glued on my prey: Eiichiās vanity, pushed up for some god awful reason against the wall directly next to two side by side full length mirrors. Deciding last minute to also pull my shorts on, I squeezed and tucked my underwear into one of the front pockets as I quickly made my way over to the grossly elegant, deep cherrywood table.
Even before I stood directly in front of the vanity, I started to reach out. I was a woman on a mission. Stopping before I ran into the drawers, I grabbed one of the obnoxiously ornate knobs and pulled open the top drawer. I quickly and quietly rifled through the piles of sharpies and pencils and no-longer-sticky sticky notes when I found my prize: a small tin full of eyebrow pencils labeled āBeauty Mark.ā Grinning to myself, I pulled out the tin and ran my hand across all the other contents of the drawer, putting it all back to the organized mess it was before.
I made my way back toward the bed, considering for a moment that I should pull the covers up so they werenāt half on the ground but decided against it. I would not be ashamed to admit that I took a tiny bit of pleasure from the thought of the unsavory sheets collecting dirt from the floor and Eiichi not knowing how to clean it out. I considered for a moment pouring a bit of wine on the sheets from the almost empty bottle on the nightstand, but I wasnāt that cruel. Or maybe I was. I wrapped my fingers nimbly around the neck of the bottle and let a small bit splash out on the bed. The splattered stain, I thought, made the abhorrent design just a little more bearable from the idea that he would have to live with that stain for as long as he owned the sheet set.
I placed the now empty bottle back down on the nightstand with a clink and got to work. I swiftly grabbed my purse off the ground and slid the pencil tin into the inner pouch, noting for the first time since coming here how equally repugnant the overly detailed marble flooring was. Resisting the urge to gag, I slipped my shoes on, threw my purse over my shoulder, and quickly made my way over to the door. I had my fingers wrapped around the knob, so close to freedom, when I heard the muffled padding sound of bare feet on the marble along with an almost inaudible gasp. I sighed and turned around in defeat, knowing Iād been caught, but when I saw the look of despair on Eiichi's face I thought maybe it wasnāt so bad. I got the chance to savor the look for just a bit before I made my escape.
āThanks for everything, but Iād best be on my way. Itās getting late,ā I told him with a cheeky smile. My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall and noted that it wasnāt even midnight yet. I prayed he wouldnāt notice. I didnāt give him the chance to respond, gripping the strap of my purse with one hand and giving him a two fingered salute with the other. I turned back to the door and started out, deciding to indulge a bit by throwing a look over my shoulder as I left, catching one last glimpse of his absolutely shattered, dejected expression.
...
Groaning loudly as he turned off the obnoxiously blaring alarm, Eiichiās slowly waking mind immediately recalled the knot heād felt in the pit of his stomach as he watched her retreating figure. His throat tightening at the memory of how the sound of the door slamming shut reverberated through his large room. Heād fallen back asleep soon after, but not without tears in his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to curl back up in bed and wallow in his misery of now knowing that he was nothing more than a one night stand to her. However, he had a job to do.
As he sat up, stretching out his arms and yawning, he paused. Something was out of place. In fact, several things were out of place. The first he noted was that his sheets were strewn about, half on the floor. Rolling to the side of his bed, he began to blindly pull them back up. Once again he gave pause, this time because a large portion of the fabric felt, well, sticky. At first he thought it was a result of the prior nights...escapades, but upon examination, found a large red stain. He eyed the empty bottle on the nightstand and tightened his fists in the fabric before letting go with a sigh.
Eiichi considered himself to be quite knowledgeable in many regards but home maintenance was certainly not one of those. Given this, and the fact that he lived alone, he thought it wise for the time being to simply flip the sheets over. During this surprisingly laborious task given the large, some may even say irritating, nature of his bed, he caught sight of himself in his vanity mirror. He looked positively awful . His normally messy hair would seem pristine compared to the monstrosity of knots and flyaways it was in that moment. His cheeks were red and eyes puffy with crust in the corners. He quickly wiped his eyes and tried to give himself a smile. It wasnāt anything some dry conditioner and concealer couldnāt fix.
After a good hour and a half of dressing and redressing, combing and spraying, Eiichi sat himself down at his vanity with a smile, a genuine one this time. He was rather proud of the work heād done making it look like heād gotten a full night's sleep, void of any heartbreak. His hair looked like it did on an average day and his eyes no longer showed signs of despair. It was finally time for the finishing touch, his most well kept secret: his beauty mark. As if it were second nature, he swiftly slid the top drawer of his vanity open and reached in. Quickly noticing an empty space the size of, say, a pencil box, he scowled and began a frenzied search of every drawer within his reach.
Suddenly, Eiichi froze in place as realization crept onto his face, keeping so still as though he believed that if he didnāt move then it wouldnāt be true. He cautiously turned his head back toward his bed, glaring at the stained sheets. In a burst of energy, he let out an enraged, frustrated scream. Fueled by pure, unadulterated anger, he yanked a drawer out of the vanity and dropped it to the floor. The nauseatingly glossy wood cracked on impact and the knob fell off with a clank. He stood so fast that his chair tumbled and fell beside the drawer but it was as if he didnāt even notice. Racing over to his bedside, he started reaching for random objects, starting with his suffocating decorative throw pillows, and throwing them aggressively against the far wall of his room. Once he ran out of pillows he glanced around desperately until his eyes landed on the empty wine bottle. Gripping it by the neck, he raised his arm over his head, aimed for his vanity mirror, and then-
A series of unending knocks at his front door echoed through the halls up to his room. Only a split second of thought was needed before Eiichi tossed the bottle on his bed, smacked his cheeks a few times, and scrambled to answer the door. The relentless knocking only ended when the door was opened, but was almost immediately replaced by howling laughter that could only belong to a gremlin of a boy who knew exactly what he came for. Of course if anyone were to immediately find out about this, it would be Nagi. If he were being honest, he should have expected Nagi to show up even sooner.
Before he could stop his laughter and begin his teasing, Eiichi started to close the door, but Nagi reached out to keep it propped open.
āWait, wait,ā Nagi finally choked out between lingering chuckles. He cleared his throat and held out a dented metal box.
āI found this in your yard and-ā
Eiichi immediately yanked it out of his hand and opened it, but was, for what felt like the millionth time, heart broken.
āAnd it was empty. As Iām sure youāve realized,ā the small boy held a hand over his mouth to cover his smile, knowing fully well that it was still obvious in his eyes that he was thoroughly enjoying this. Eiichi, however, did not find it as humorous, tossing the box over his shoulder somewhere on the floor of his foyer.
āI canāt show my face anywhere ever again, Nagi,ā he began to ramble and his eyes welled up with tears. āIāll have to become a hermit, I can never perform again, I canāt go to the grocery store without a bag over my head and, and...ā
āOh my god shut up!ā Throwing his arms in the air, clearly he was no longer laughing. āYou ruined it. It was hilarious but now you're all weepy and itās just...sad. Hurry up, we gotta get to rehearsal.ā
Eiichi wiped some tears from his eyes with the heel of his hand and sniffled. Nagi gagged at the sound of Eiichiās snot and threw a small package of tissues from his coat pocket at him.
āHurry uuuuuup, I swear.ā
āBut, but I canāt go. Everyone will notice. Everyone will stare .ā
ā God , no oneāll notice, I promise. Itās not that bad.ā
āReally?ā
āYes really, now please letās go. And blow your nose, I gave you tissues. Use them.ā
Nagi pulled Eiichi by the hand out of the doorway and pushed him gently ahead to have him lead the way. From behind, as he turned to shut the door for Eiichi, he raised a hand to cover his laughter once again. Everyone was definitely going to notice.
When his gaze fell over me, I felt a shiver run down my spine; it wasn't an unwelcome feeling. I watched his every movement as the lyrics flowed from him like a gentle river. From the way his fingers brushed the rim of his hat to the calming tap of his shoes against the pavement, every bit of him captured my full attention. His almost purposefully distracting gestures, however, were not enough to keep me from listening to every word, every line of his song. The intense longing and raw emotion behind it all tugged at my heart; all thoughts were cleared from my mind the moment he had started, my mind flooded with nothing but my own longing and affection. The lights of the ferris wheel behind him illuminated his figure, casting a halo of light around him. I stood still, entirely at his mercy, when he locked eyes with mine as he delivered the final lines of his song, bringing his voice down to a spoken whisper.Ā
I took in a shaky breath, finally noticing how close he had gotten to me during his serenade. He stepped back as he finished his song and I paused for a moment, unsure now how to go on after being pulled back down to reality by the look on Reiji's face. He was smiling but there was a sort of pain that I could sense behind it, giving him an uncharacteristic, almost solemn feel. I almost didnāt notice him placing his hat on my head, but when I did I pulled it down, gripping it tightly to my chest.Ā
He began walking back toward me, his gaze locked with mine once again as he got closer. He opened his mouth to break to silence and I held my breath, unsure of what he was about to say.
āIā¦ā
He reached forward and all but snatched his hat back swiftly from my hands, stepping past me and stopping abruptly, hat replaced on his head.
ā...love you.ā
I froze in place, unable to bring myself to turn around and face him. My words caught in my throat, my brain was jumbled, and my heart was beating as though I had just gone for a run. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to turn back to him, hold his face in my hands and reciprocate his verbal affections, peppering his cheeks with kisses. A million thoughts raced through my head in the few seconds of silence, but perhaps I waited a few seconds too long. I heard him let out an almost inaudible sigh, which finally snapped me out of my thoughts. I swiveled around to face him, only to be met with the sight of his face half covered by the rim of his hat, an obviously fake smile, and a wink.
āJust kidding.ā
My eyes widened at that and I felt my throat constrict, causing me to force down a cough in reply. Despite my most valiant effort, I wasnāt able to entirely hide the sort of kicked puppy look that came across my face. Reijiās expression soured ever so slightly at the sight as he stepped forward and tenderly but cautiously cupped one of my cheeks in his warm hand. Carefully he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss between my brows. Every point of contact became overly magnified at the thought of his initial confession; the warmth of his slightly chapped lips against the skin of my forehead, the way he fingers oh so softly ghosted down my arm after letting go of my cheek.Ā
He lingered for just a moment before turning to leave. Without thinking, I extended my arm, lightly gripping the loose fabric of his shirt. I felt what I could have sworn was a small jolt, but decided not to question it. He turned around quickly, cocking his head slightly to the side as if to ask if I was okay. I smiled back at him sweetly and leaned forward, gingerly pressing a reciprocal kiss on his cheek. I lingered for just a moment, savoring the warmth of his heat. As I pulled away, I delicately tucked some loose strands of hair behind his ear, lightly brushing my fingers along his jaw before finally stepping back.Ā
He said he was kidding, but his song said everything he meant. I was more than willing to wait for him to be able to truly say it, not hiding behind melodies and flowery language. For now, I was content in just being able to be here with him. I cheerfully grabbed his hand in mine and skipped forward, leading him further into the carnival we had been standing outside. After all, the night was young.
itās been so long since iāve written anything not for school but i was work today and got such a good idea, i wanna write a fic so bad abt MC who works at the pet store that Jaehee picks up Juminās cat supplies at for Elizabeth III but one day Jaehee quits (surprise surprise) so everything is out of whack while heās trying to find a new assistant so he has to go to the pet store himself and he meets MC and is absolutely struck with peace and love amongst the chaos and starts coming in every week and then every day, even after he gets a new assistant and he just buys like a single toy or bag of cat treats just bc he wants to see MC
AAA OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! This is so sweet šššššā¤šā¤ I've been a bit out of the groove with writing, but my inbox is absolutely still open, and I'm hoping to pick up posting again super soon, so stay tuned!!!!
I love your blog! can you do a fanfic for the rfas snap chat and instagram like would they be mostly mc or etc.
Hi hi!!! Aa thank you so much for the love!!!!! I know you put fanfic in the request but I wasnāt quite sure how to incorporate this as a fic so I did them as headcanons, I hope thatās okay!!
Yoosung
Snapchat:
Probably the most likely out of the RFA to keep up streaks
His story would have lots of photos of his LoLoL wins, new armor heās gotten in the game, etc.
His streaks would mostly be āgood morningā and āstayinā up lateā photos of his face with big eye bags from playing too late
Heād probably prefer snapchat to regular messages for talking with MC because it feels more personal to him
Heād love screenshotting snaps that MC sends him that have her face in them (with her permission, of course)
Instagram:
Doesnāt use instagram a lot
He thinks that itās too much work to keep up
Heād occasionally post LoLoL memes and share random posts that he liked on his story
Every single time MC posts though, heāll absolutely share it on his story with a whole paragraph about how much he loves her
Once theyād been together for a while, Yoosung would for sure do anniversary posts
Zen
Snapchat:
Selfies for days!!!!
I mean, would you expect anything less from this man?
His snaps and his story would be entirely selfies
Though, when he meets MC and they start spending all their time together, his story would slowly start to be taken over by pictures of MC and him just having fun and hanging out
Instagram:
Heād have a pretty big following on instagram due to his rising popularity so heād definitely keep up with it
Most of his posts are casual selfies and performance clips
Since his following is 99% fans, he has to hold back a bit on posting pictures of him with MC, as much as he does want to show everyone how much he loves her
Roughly 1 in 20 posts would have MC in them
That wonāt stop him from going all out when he does post pictures of the two of them together, compiling tons of photos into one post with super long descriptions talking about how lucky he isĀ
Jaehee
Snapchat:
She definitely would never post on her story
She would absolutely not care about keeping up streaks
Sheād often use snapchat just for the messaging function for speedy communication
Why take a picture when all thatās important are the words?
After adding MC, sheād slowly start to enjoy sending selfies
Seeing MCās smile and the way her eyes light up in the snaps she gets back after sending a selfie make her day
Instagram:
While working at C&R, she wouldnāt post very often
Maybe the occasional photo of a weekend outing, which we all know would not be often
After quitting and starting her cafe, sheād start posting lots of photos of fancy coffees and desserts that she sells
Sheād definitely do a bit of promo on her account for the cafe to try and get more foot traffic in the shop
Jumin
Snapchat:
Oh god, this man is horrible at using snapchat
If you think his photos are bad normally
Man, youāre in for a treat
Since itās an even more casual setting than the messenger, heād care even less about the quality of the pictures he takes
MC eventually recommends trying to take videos instead of photos because hey, maybe it wonāt matter if his hand is moving if itās a video
She was sorely mistaken
His hand is always so shaky while taking videos and always ends up half covering the mic so itās hard to even hear whatās going on
He loves when MC sends videos back though because the sound of her voice never fails to put a smile on his face
Instagram:
He wouldnāt have a personal instagram account, but would 100% have an account for Elizabeth the 3rd
He wouldnāt dare take the photos himself
Heād hire a professional photographer (letās not kid ourselves, probably V) to take the photos to āproperly capture her beautyā and hire a social media manager to keep up the account
Saeyoung
Snapchat:
Pretty much only in it for the filters, you canāt convince me otherwise
Loves sending photos of Yoosung with the puppy filter on without telling him to pretty much everyone
His favorites are the voice changing filters
Posts about his babies (a.k.a. his cars) on his story a lot
He wouldnāt want people to be able to track MC to him, so he probably wouldnāt post anything of her on his story
But he would love sending her funny videos throughout the day because he loves her reactions since they mean that he made her happy, and thatās his main goal in life
Instagram:
Heād absolutely run a popular meme account under a fake identity
Lots of Long Cat memes
Heād definitely have flex credits, like that one meme account that got direct permission to repost Elon Muskās tweets with credit
He wouldnāt ever post photos of MCās face, but heād do anniversary story posts of them holding hands of something like that
for the nsfw request thing, how about HCs of the RFA getting a little frisky with M/C in public?
Iām so sorry for the wait, anon! This is so so very late, I was working on it while procrastinating on studying for finals but then finals ended and I kinda fell out of the writing groove, but now I have things to study for again, so that means more procrastination lolol (Also these turned out way longer than I intended fjalfdjsakh) Regardless, I hope you enjoy! I definitely enjoyed writing it!!
(Slight?) NSFW under the cut! (I say āslightā because Yoosung, Zen, and Seven's are a little more NSFW (read: a lot more NSFW) than Jaehee and Jumin's [I'm so sorry, I'm such a ho for office smut, one day I will write a full office smut fic for one of those two if there's interest for it!! But if it's just mild, I almost find that even hotter dkwkndw oops])
Yoosung
This poor boy gets nervous about getting caught doing anything more than kissing even if you two are alone in his apartment
But once you get him going, he doesnāt care where you guys are
The thought of getting caught gets rather thrilling to him, actually
One day you meet him outside after one of his lectures and give him what was meant to be a chaste, romantic kiss
But when you snake your hands up and start grabbing at the back of his shirt, Yoosung absolutely melts
The moment he starts deepening the kiss, you push him back until heās up against the back wall of the building he just left from
The feeling of the brick scraping just for a moment against his elbows is so good and he needs more of you
He starts running his fingers through your hair and you firmly place your leg between his, your thigh placed gently against his crotch
He moans lewdly into the kiss as he starts to slowly grind against your thigh
You pull your lips from his, only to start peppering kisses along his jawline and down his neck, nipping and leaving small marks along the way, just high enough that he wouldnāt be able to cover them
His moans grow louder and his thrusts against your thigh grow more rapid, more demanding, more needy and lustful
You step back, removing all contact with Yoosung and gain a long, loud whimper from him
You snickered and grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his
As you lead him back to his apartment, you constantly pull his hand up to your lips to kiss his knuckles
Walking down the sidewalk, you keep stealing little kisses from him as he nervously glances around, hoping nobody notices the rather obvious strain in his pants
Zen
If you think for a second that this man wouldnāt love any kind of PDA, youād be sorely mistaken
No matter where you go, whether itās at an RFA party or just to the grocery store, heās always holding your hand or has an arm around your waist
Always pecking you on the top of your head and on your cheek
But itās when you initiate that he really canāt help himself
Whenever you guys go out to eat, of course youāre one of those couples who sit on the same side of the table at a booth even if youāre the only ones at the table
Once, the waiter was taking a particularly long time to come take your order
Zen was sitting to your right on the inside of the booth, closest to the wall
You were sidled up next to him, your head resting on his shoulder
You moved your hand to rest on his thigh, earning a kiss on your cheek
Slowly, you run your hand up and down his thigh, your fingers lingering each time on his upper inner thigh
This earned you a kiss on your temple and the tip of your ear, his lips parted slightly as his breathing started becoming heavier
You lightly raked your fingers over his now rather noticeable bulge and you hummed softly, looking up at him with an innocent smile on your face
His leg twitched and you feel his body shift slightly, ever so slowly grinding his hips against your hand, silently begging for your touch
In a quite sudden turn, you begin rather roughly palming him through his tight jeans, smirking with delight when you see him biting his lip, eyes half lidded
His hand not gripping at the edge of the table slides down to your thigh, giving it the same treatment you had earlier
Each time his hand reached your upper thigh, his finger dipped teasingly under the hem of your shorts and he continued to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck
Unable to take much more, he pauses his movement and murmurs softly in your ear
āThe service here is way too slow..ā
You smirk once more, a fire in your eyes, as you lean in to return the whisper
āThen letās go home, where we can really speed things upā
Jaehee
Jaehee was raised to be very polite and have good manners
Doing anything in public more than holding hands would be nerve wracking for her
Especially in the office, she doesnāt want Jumin thinking that sheās not taking her work seriously, even if sheās on her break
However!!
One day you visit her in the office
Knowing that Jumin wasnāt in work because Elizabeth the 3rd had a bit of a sneezing fit that morning so he of course immediately dropped everything and took her to the vet
Seeing her hunched over her desk filling out paperwork makes your heart sink
Sneaking up behind her, you slowly come up to her and gently rest your hands on her tense shoulders
You feel her jump in surprise but when she catches a glimpse of you, she relaxes and slouches back in her chair, giving you a tired smile
Slowly, you begin to knead her knotted muscles, her eyes fluttering shut and she lets out a soft, content hum
She tips her head back and you smile as you place a soft kiss on her temple
Gently you lift your hands off her shoulders and carefully pull her glasses off her face, setting them down on the desk in front of her
Your hands move back down to Jaeheeās shoulders, sliding your finger down to trace her collar bone threw her button down
You undo the top few buttons and continue to run your fingers gently across her collar bone, Jaehee's heartbeat increasing slightly in reaction to the sudden skin to skin contactĀ
Your fingers travel further down, teasingly brushing against the cup of her bra
Her head tips back further and looks up at you softly as she reaches back, gently caressing your thigh
She slowly peppers kisses along your forearm and just as she reaches your wrist, the loud ding of an email notification sounds from her computer and you both jump in surprise, the noise pulling you both out of the moment
You both chuckle softly and you move past her to sit down on the end of her desk
You lean forward and hand her a small bag, when she takes it from you, you note that she could immediately tell how heavy it was
You smile proudly as you tell her you had stopped by to surprise her and bring her a full lunch
You could swear you could see her tear up a bit at that as she thanked you and rather unceremoniously began to dig into the food youād brought
As she eats, you stay by her side, chatting about anything and everything
Though somewhere in the back of both of your minds, neither of you could wait to go home and pick up where you had left off
Jumin
Generally speaking, you would think that Jumin would be less open to āgetting friskyā in public
But heād honestly be the one to initiate it like, 90% of the time
Though he does have his limits, if you get too loud for example heāll stop until yāall get home because there are some things he wants to keep for himself and no one else
At first since heād be internally nervous but not because you guys are in public, just because heās never been in a serious relationship
One of his particularly favorite incidents was during a dinner meeting in which he brought you along for
He had been working especially hard on managing the project that they would be discussing and had you come for emotional support
Of course, being Jumin, no one aside from maybe Jaehee is going to tell him he shouldnāt be allowed to do that
Upon arriving, you realized that Jumin was doing less discussing and more simply overseeing the discussion
About half an hour in, you began getting extremely bored with watching these random employees discussing a project you had nothing to do withĀ
And only waters had arrived
Since there were so many people at the table, of course the order was gonna take a while to arrive
You trace the rim of your glass a bit with your finger idly and eventually turn to look over at Jumin
Heās staring intently at his employees, eyes darting from one person to the next as they take turns speaking
You take a moment to notice how the corner of his mouth twitches every time a new person starts speaking, and your eyes trail up to look at his, taking note of the newly formed dark circles under them
Presumably from the past few days of project management
You take your hand and place it softly on his shoulder, catching his attention
He smiles gently at you at leans forward and lifts up a menu to cover his face so he can whisper something that ended up being unintelligible in your ear
When he finishes, still holding up the menu, he kisses your temple, your cheek, your jaw, then slowly down your neck
His free hand grazing your thigh, you tip your head to side to allow him more access and you feel him smirk against your neck, giving it a little nip as his hand squeezes your thigh
As much as you try, you canāt help but let out a soft whimper, so soft that only Jumin could hear it, but it was enough to immediately stop him in his tracks
His lips lingering on your neck sent a tiny shiver down your spineĀ
He sat back upright, setting the menu back on the table, but his hand stayed firmly on your thigh
You grinned and carefully placed your head on his shoulder, still riled up and now impatient for reasons entirely unrelated to the dinner meeting
Saeyoung
Iām just gonna say it
Weāre all thinking it
Seven never leaves the house
Thatās just that
Youād have to physically drag him across the floor to get him out the door
This boy even gets his groceries delivered to his house
The only thing heād leave the house for is either an important mission or an RFA party
I really wanna write something for this but Iāve spent so long on this trying to figure out a scenario in which the two of you would be out in public casually and he wouldnāt be whining like a child wanting to go home
So instead what Iām gonna do is: in my ask box I currently have an ask for semi-rough NSFW Saeyoung x MC scenario thatās been sitting there for a while so Iāll get started on that ASAP and when itās posted, Iāll link it here!
4, 8, 16, and 22 if you please for the writing prompts! ^^ and how about them for V?
These ones were tricky!! Thank you for the challenge though, and thank you for the request!!
4. What would be their ship name?
This one is tough since MCās name depends on the player, so for a general ship name maybe something like āPhoto Plannerā or something like that? Again, itās hard to come up with something since MCās name is case by case ^^;;;
8. What were their first impressions of each other?Ā
(For the sake of avoiding Another Story spoilers, Iāll keep it to Casual/Deep Story circumstances. Additionally, when anyone requests these, Iām probably gonna do them as quotes of inner thoughts)
In the chat:
āWhat a sweet man.ā -MC
āI donāt know why but...I think I can trust her.ā -V
In person, at the RFA party:
āI thought heād be taller...But he does kill the suit look.ā -MC
āShe has such a kind look in her eyes.ā -V
16. If they broke up, what would be their opinions of each other?
Depends on why they broke up, but I have a feeling that in almost any situation, it would be a feeling of mutual respect. They simply would have high respect for one another as human beings, before, during, and after their relationship. Of course, there would be tension and a bit of strain, perhaps MC lashing out at him for certain quirks that she liked about him during their relationship but now bother her to no end.
22. If their lives were what was originally intended at birth, would they have still fallen in love?
I like to think that a lot of āfateā type stuff is at play in Mystic Messenger. I do believe that even if they had met under different circumstances, they would have still fallen in love.
